#snort wheeze laughs>>>>>>>

[alechans-cutetickles]

🇮🇹:"le risate pìu buffe e pìu divertenti nn sono carine 🤓☝️"

🇺🇸:"goofiest and funnies laughs aren't cute 🤓☝️"

[lordofthesilverbow]

Hermes (during his psychopomp job): *sees a shade with a spear going through his chest*

Hermes: Let me guess…… drowning?

Shade: -_-

Hermes: *wheezes like a dying horse for, like, the whole ride to the Underworld*

Shade (thinking): Merciful Gods, please let me die again.

[minophus]

Sisyphus sleeping over in lust with minos but can't go to sleep because one of them keep saying stupid shit and making the other laugh

this is the cutest thing ever i think. Because they totally would.

[blubbed]

brainlessly scrolling thru ig reels at midnight as you do and saw this nearly choked myself to death laughing

[stcries]

live footage of me right now with these heimer interactions.

[brightlotusmoon]

https://www.facebook.com/share/p/g2HzuKiHaa3sVQu6/?mibextid=xfxF2i

[none-ofthisnonsense]

I hope no one ever tells you they don't like the sound of your laugh.

[dennisboobs]

today i fucked up

[lunaetis]

@avaere replied to your post :

'my pest' , 'my plague' , 'my excruciating frustration'

─「エデン」─  " if you want me to bite the heck out of you so bad, you should've just said so. "

[brightlotusmoon]

Not gonna lie I started twirling my hair

[kashverse]

the first time it happens, sukuna doesn't even react.

your daughter, a tiny little thing with a head full of wild hair that looks just like his but with your color, storms up to him while he's adjusting his tie. she's got a determined look on her face, a plastic figurine clutched in her tiny hands—a sonny angel doll, of all things.

"papa, hold," she demands, her chubby fingers working to shove it into the breast pocket of his pristine, custom-made suit. he looks down at her, red eyes blinking slowly. then he looks at you, standing off to the side, barely holding back your laughter.

"what is this?" he asks flatly.

"sonny angel," your daughter says like it's obvious. "he's cute. for you."

you make a choked noise behind your hand, and sukuna exhales through his nose. his baby girl, his tiny menace, is standing there with all the confidence of someone who has never been told 'no' in her life. because, well. she hasn't. so what does he do? he lets her shove the damn thing in his pocket. adjusts it a little so it's sitting neatly, because if he's going to have a tiny cherub-faced baby figurine sticking out of his suit, it's at least going to look intentional.

"happy?" he asks.

his daughter beams at him, gives his pant leg a firm pat like he's done a good job, then scurries off to continue whatever other toddler nonsense she was up to before this. you’re wheezing in the corner.

"don't say a word," he warns, fixing his cuffs.

you grin. "i didn't say anything."

cut to his meeting later that day. sukuna walks in like he owns the place (because he does), radiating his usual aura of dominance and unrelenting authority. his executives are already seated, tense and ready, knowing full well that sukuna does not entertain idiocy. but today? today there is something new. today, nestled neatly in the breast pocket of his three-piece suit, is a tiny, plastic baby figurine wearing a duck hat.

the entire room freezes.

one poor soul, likely new and unaware of how the corporate hierarchy works under sukuna, makes the grave mistake of letting out the faintest, almost imperceptible snort.

sukuna turns his head very slowly.

"who the fuck just laughed?"

silence. absolute, suffocating silence. the man looks down at his notes as if they might save him from impending doom.

sukuna leans back in his chair, tapping a clawed finger against the conference table.

"anyone else got something to say about my sonny angel?"

no one breathes.

good.

he conducts the rest of the meeting as if nothing is out of place, occasionally adjusting the little doll in his pocket like it's just another part of his attire.

by the end of the week, rumors have spread. no one dares to question the sonny angel. entire powerpoint presentations are given with the utmost professionalism while a tiny, smiling cherub peeks out of sukuna’s suit.

by the end of the month, it becomes an unofficial rule of the office. mock the sonny angel? fired. make a comment? fired. even looking at it for too long earns you a pointed glare.

and by the end of the quarter, the entire upper management team has started discreetly wearing their own sonny angels in solidarity. your daughter, completely oblivious to the corporate chaos she has caused, simply continues her toddler life, happy and content in the knowledge that her papa always carries her gift with him.

and sukuna? well. if having a tiny plastic baby in his pocket means seeing his little girl’s delighted grin every morning, then so be it.

[lotusdrops-world]

“You know…” Sylus murmurs as he shifts beside you, the soft rustle of sheets and the low hum of rain outside your window filling the quiet space between you, “I’ve been thinking about something.” He glances at you with that lopsided smile of his, the one that always means he’s up to something. Sweet, ridiculous, or both.

You raise an eyebrow, suspicious already. “That sounds dangerous.”

He chuckles, low and warm. “I’m serious. I don’t think I’ve ever put my full weight on you.”

You blink. “Why would you?”

“Because,” he drawls, rolling slightly onto his side, propping his head up with one arm while the other gently plays with your fingers, “I see you lying there, looking all warm and soft, like the perfect pillow, and part of me thinks… I’m just orbiting you, and every part of me wants to give in. To stop holding back and just… land.”

You snort, trying to stifle a laugh, but he’s not done.

“And I’d be warm, you’d be warm. We’d both win. I mean, sure, you might not be able to breathe for a second, but isn’t that the price of love?”

“Sylus,” you wheeze between giggles, “you’re literally over six feet tall. You would crush me.”

He feigns deep offense. “Crush you? Cradle you in overwhelming affection, you mean.”

Then, with no warning, he dramatically flops down on you, all long limbs and warmth, pinning you beneath him with just enough weight to make it feel like you’re being hugged by a furnace.

“See? Perfect,” he mumbles into your neck, clearly refusing to move. “This is love. I’m not moving for the next thousand years.”

You let out a muffled groan, arms instinctively curling around him despite the squish. “You’re lucky I like you.”

He grins, voice already growing sleepy against your skin. “I know.”

a/n: I NEEDED this after reading death and rebirth sylus chapter cuz wtf infold

[snail-day]

“No, Satoru - get off - stop - yes, I love you, but stop!”

Your words come out in gasps, slight coughs, muffled by the sheer weight of your very dramatic and clingy boyfriend sprawled right on top of you. His legs tangled with yours under the blankets.

He’s just grinning - no, beaming - with that annoyingly pretty smile, the one that makes his eyes crinkle and his snow-white lashes catch the light just so. “You love me,” he coos, absolutely ignoring every single shove to his shoulders as he kisses the tip of your nose. “Awwww, baby, you love me - ”

“Satoru,” you wheeze, weakly shoving at his chest. “I’m sick! I’m coughing! I’m contagious!”

“I’m Gojo Satoru,” he says like it’s the cure to all illnesses. “Infinity, baby. Built different.”

“You’re built annoying - ”

“Mmm but you loooove me,” he sings, wrapping himself tighter around you until you’re basically nose-to-nose, his legs hooked around yours, his hands cupping your cheeks. “Admit it. Even sick, I’m irresistible.”

“You’re annoying.”

“You’re in love with me though.”

He snorts when you squeal as he nuzzles into your neck, pretending to sniff like a bloodhound. Deep inhales and loud huffs. “Ugh, even your sick smell is cute..”

You’re breathless, laughing and groaning at the same time as you whine, “Satoru, I’m going to cough in your mouth - ”

He leans back with a dreamy look. “Spit in it, baby.”

“Satoru!!”

Though they do say the best way to get over an illness is to give it to the next person!

[lovemybluebully]

This is everything. 🥰

smiley boy

[emiqip]

im fully convinced that every single member of the wayne household has a very distinct laugh.

Bruce has the billionaire chuckle it's unfortunately super effective on anyone who has a net worth lower than 50 million. Even the members of the JL (that one rare time they managed to make The Batman laugh) get psychically airdropped stock images of private jets and yachts (the only one who knows how to counter it is Oliver).

Just with his smile Dick's can warm your heart, imagine him full-on laughing. It doesn't change even when he's out as Nightwing: many civilians who experienced the vigilante laugh reported feeling comforted and safe even in highly stressful situations.

Jason has the most devilish cackle any human has ever heard. He sounds like he's kicking the curb a second time and unfortunately for anyone around him he's a Hitter: im talking shoulder slaps, shoving and arm-punching.

Tim inherited a watered down version of the billionaire chuckle. If something makes him laugh and he's in front of strangers he'll just let out an amused huff, not giving the person the satisfaction of making the CEO of W.E. laugh. Mainwhile with his friends and family he's less cagey and will let out a bunch of soft giggles on occasion.

Damian looks constipated. That small child is trying so bad to show some decorum by stopping his laughter that he looks like he's about to implode. The very rare times he loses composure he'll let out a mortifying snort, followed by a grimace aimed at himself.

Steph's laugh is very similar to Jason's, so they're extremely dangerous together for anyone in their vicinity. However Jason lacks the wheezing part that Stephanie has.

Cass has a very silent laugh often just showing her amusement by smiling, while Duke's is full of adorable giggles and snorts.

[s0urte3th]

with wolverine here (in my head in general) my snort and slight wheeze laugh has made a return