#lee nearly had a heart attack

[pain-is-too-tired]

Michael,panicking cause he can't find Will:Has anyone seen my brother???

Michael:Oh gods- Will!!

Lee,also panicking: That mother's adrenaline is kicking in-

Michael:WILL!!

Lee,still in panic:I can see every equation-

Michael, talking to one of the other head counselors:Excuse me, ma'am, have you seen my brother?? He's about this tall, clearly Bi but we hadn't had the talk-

Lee, looking in one of the storage rooms and falling over everything :Will ARE YOU IN THERE???

[mingtinys]

" i'm not stopping until you smile "

pairing : lee seokmin x gn!reader

"13 ways to say "i love you" with seventeen"

warnings : none

word count : 0.6 k

a/n :still not sure how i feel about the ending on this one

Sometimes it feels like the universe is actively out to get you. Like for some reason, whatever Gods above have chosen you as the perfect target for their cruel jokes as a cure for their boredom.

Everything that could have possibly gone wrong, had.

Your coffee spilled first thing in the morning, scorching your skin and ruining your uniform. The back left tire of your car was flat, forcing you to take the morning train. Which you missed due to your coffee incident. Work was hectic, your boss on your ass about anything and everything, and for some reason, every customer came in with a personal vendetta against you and you alone. And to top it all off, some creep wouldn't stop making comments at you on the train back home.

You're so desperate to just curl up in bed and hide from the world that you forgo the thought of dinner or cleaning like you had planned all together.

For what feels like hours, you lay there. Until the sun falls in the sky and your room fades into darkness. Unwilling to move even an inch to flip a light on or check your phone. Your apartment stays dead silent. Eventually, you hear the front door open and shut, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching closer. They pause just outside your bedroom door.

"Baby, are you in there?" Comes a voice, one so soft you nearly burst into tears from the sound of it alone. "I'm coming in, okay?"

The knob turns and in comes Seokmin, illuminated by a halo of light that pours in from the hallway. He takes one look at you and frowns. "Are you okay?" He asks, setting your spare key and his phone on your dresser before sitting on the edge of your bed.

"I got really worried when you weren't answering after work," he continues. "What happened?"

"It's fine, Seok," you sigh, already feeling like a burden on him. "But it's been a long day and I just really want to handle it alone, okay? I'm sorry you came all the way here."

He just stares at you, sad eyes searching your face for some type of answer. You feel like you've just kicked a puppy asking him to leave, but it's best this way. Seokmin's heart is far too soft, ready to soak up every ounce of negative emotion it can for him to bear the weight of. And you hate seeing Seokmin sad.

"You don't have to handle it alone though, that's what I'm here for." You really wish you could return his cheery optimism and put him at ease, but instead, you simply turn in your cocoon so you won't have to face his disappointed expression. Yet somehow, that doesn't deter him.

Whereas anyone else probably would've up and left by now, Seokmin simply scoops you up into his arms, blankets and all. He starts pressing wet, sloppy kisses all over your face before you can voice a single protest. Even when you attempt to hide from the barrage of affection in his chest he doesn't let up.

"Seokmin!" You whine, palms coming up to shield your face. He just laughs and easily pulls your wrists away, looping them behind his neck before pressing two more pecks to each cheek. Seokmin leans back to examine your face.

"I'm not stopping until you smile."

"I appreciate you trying but–"

Yet another merciless attack befalls your face, this time with exaggerated mwuahs for good measure. Though every few kisses, Seokmin mutters small, sincere 'I love yous' that begin to chip away at the walls you'd so desperately tried to construct.

So when your boyfriend finally pulls back for a second time he begins to beam with pride at the lopsided smile ghosting your lips. "There it is," he coos, softly lifting your chin with his thumb. "Now tell me, what almost stole my favorite sight in this world from me?"

taglist: @matchahyuck @dontwannaexsist @minnieminshi @myfavoritedelusion @tanya596carat

[hwangism143]

𓆩♡𓆪 nicknames. 𓆩♡𓆪

maknae line.

bang chan.

when you woke up from bed, you noticed a bang chan-shaped depression right beside you. a giggle escaped your mouth as your brain recounted all the fun you had last night trying to beat chan in monoply.

yes, you had only been dating for two months, but this relationship felt real. it felt like something. you were confident in saying that you saw a future with him. you walked into the kitchen where you chan preparing breakfast. he handed you a cup of coffee, just the way you like it, with a sleepy smile.

"so, i've been thinking and," chan started, "would like it if i call you a nickname in your native language?"

you nearly choked on your coffee. "like it? chan, that is the sweetest thing ever."

he grinned at you, "good, cuz i have been doing a lot of research." he swooped down, kissing the top of your head and melting your heart along with it.

lee minho.

"i have a problem."

minho startled you, uttering those four words as soon as he stepped through the door. you were watching tv, curled up on the sofa with a blanket and dori, munching on popcorn and waiting for minho's arrival.

"what's wrong?"

"it's you." minho watched your face morph into confusion and worry and he quickly explained, "not exactly. since we're dating, i need to come up with a cute nickname for you. hyunjin said that jagiya is not cute enough."

at that, you start to laugh. "babe, does he even know why you call me jagiya? as a matter of fact, i'm curious too."

minho begins blushing, the tips of his ears turning red. "oh, um, as a nickname, it reminds me of home. and you're, well, home."

you let out a squeal and begin attacking minho with kisses and for once, he doesn't protest.

seo changbin.

"no. i will not give up."

you let out a weary sigh. "binnie, it's been hours."

changbin is sitting on a bar stool and you are sprawled across the sofa, dangling upside down. for the past two hours, you and changbin had been deciding on what terms of endearment to use on each other.

unlike changbin being extremely undecisive, you had almost immediately decided what you would call him. your bunny boy! this was probably an extremely boring way to spend your six-month anniversary to outsiders, but it was (comically) important to changbin and if it was important to him, it was important to you.

"i'm sorry for boring you, princess," he said sadly. suddenly, his eyes widened. you got up instantly, making eye contact with him, breaking out into a smile.

"that's it!"

hwang hyunjin.

you and hyunjin laid down on the mat you placed on the grass, gazing at the stars. or at least, you were gazing at the stars. hyunjin's eyes only looked at you.

"what's your favorite term of endearment?" he asked, breaking the comfortable silence you were in.

"hm," you contemplated it for a minute, "probably love. there is something just so romantic about calling someone you love, love. it's almost as if you're making it known to the world that they personify your version of love."

hyunjin nodded in agreement, "or that the exemplify the love that they have to give."

you turned to look at him. his face was drawn in concentration, clearly very focused on the topic at hand. "but," he began, "it's ambiguous, isn't it? you can call anyone love, regardless of the type of love."

you hummed at his words, turning them over in your head. "well then, what would you prefer?" you questioned him, curious to hear the thoughts in his head.

"something my-adjacent," he replied, "my love. my muse. my world."

he cupped your cheeks in his hand looking at you with stars in his eyes.

"my everything."

[flwrshwr-chenji]

3:46am

Lee Haechan

Tags: Fluff, bf!haechanxdrunk!reader, caring hyuck, Word Count: 1.4k

Fic under cut 🫶🏾

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“Thank you again,” Haechan said to the Uber driver as he helped you out of the car. “I’m tired.” Your words were a bit slurred due to the numerous drinks you’d had at the party you were returning from. “I know babe. Let’s get you inside.” Your boyfriend said, securing his arm around your waist.  You rested your head on his shoulder as you walked (stumbled) into the house. Haechan chuckled at your inebriated state, finding you a bit cute.  

Haechan all but carried you to the door of your shared apartment, (which took much longer than it should have, but that’s not the point.) “We’re almost inside my love, hold on for one second.” He said, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. A small smile spread across your drunken face, followed by a small giggle as you watched your boyfriend struggle to unlock the door with one hand.  

The sound of Haechan kicking the door shut behind you and placing the keys on the hook resonated in your ears. “Alright darling let's get you to bed.” He said softly in your ear, placing a soft kiss under your ear. A small yelp escaped you as he reached down, hooking his arm under your knees, and lifting you into his arms. He gave you a second to adjust in his grip before instructing you to hold onto him. Following suit, you begin to attack his cheeks with kisses, lip gloss coating his face as you did so. He let out a chuckle, a lovesick grin stuck on his lips as he made his way to your bedroom. 

Haechan carried you past the bed and into your bathroom, sitting you down gently on the countertop. “I want to go to bed.” You huffed, leaning back against the mirror. “I know baby, but we gotta get your face clean. You’ll kill me in the morning if you realize I let you sleep in your makeup.” He replied promptly. “And besides, don’t you want to listen to some music? Hmm?” He hummed, gently stroking the outside of your thighs as he stood between them. “Get cleaned up, change into some comfy clothes? You’ve been complaining about wanting to take your bra off since-“ He glanced at a fake watch, “-your 7th shot.” He smiled as you started nodding. “Perfect. Let’s get this party started!” He said, pecking your lips gently before turning on your favorite playlist and grabbing your micellar water to clear off your makeup. 

Between the karaoke, you telling your boyfriend the next step of your skincare, and the occasional (read: frequent) kissing, getting your face cleaned took nearly an hour. Neither of you seemed to mind though, enjoying your time together. Once your face was clean, Haechan tried to walk to his side of the vanity to clean your lip gloss from his face from your earlier attack but was stopped as you insisted on doing his skincare just as he helped you. “Don’t get soap in my eyes.” He said, a bit of hesitance in his voice as he leaned over to reach for his products. “I won’t! Have you no faith in me Lee Haechan?” You replied, crossing your arms over your chest. “No. None at all.” He quipped. A hearty laugh vibrated through his body as you feigned offense with a loud gasp and a hand over your heart. 

Getting through your boyfriend’s skincare was much quicker as he aided you through the steps. He couldn’t help but smile as he held your waist. He watched your concentrated face as you guided a cotton pad soaked in toner across his freshly washed face. “You’re so pretty when you’re concentrated,” he said softly causing you to pause in your motions. “Stop talking you’re gonna mess me up.” You responded, trying to hide your smile caused by his sudden compliment. “I’m sorry baby. Continue your artistry” he said before pressing his lips to yours. Your grin widened against his lips, as you cupped both sides of his face. The kiss was short lived as you pulled away to finish your tasks. “You should brush your teeth after this. You still taste like soju.” He teased. He let out a loud laugh as your jaw dropped. You swatted at his chest and rolled your eyes playfully. “Bully” You mumbled as he handed you his moisturizer to apply to his face. 

“Can we go to bed now?” You turn to your boyfriend after putting your toothbrush in its designated place, starting to walk towards the bed. “Shower first. We’re gross.” Haechan snaked his arm around you, dragging you towards the shower. Moving you to sit on the toilet, he kissed your head again. He turned his back to you to turn on the water, adjusting the temperature to your liking, despite it being just a touch too hot for him. “Let’s get you undressed yea?” Haechan helped you to your feet and wrapped his arms around you. You rested your head on his shoulder, securing your arms around him. Peering over your shoulder, Haechan carefully unzipped your dress, leaving gentle kisses on your shoulder and neck as it dropped to the ground.  

Once the two of you are undressed Haechan stepped into the shower, holding both of your hands to guide you under the warm water. A hum of satisfaction left your throat, closing your eyes as you relaxed under the warmth and pressing your back into your boyfriend’s chest. Haechan stood there, arms wrapped loosely around you, enjoying the steam and soft music that filled the bathroom. “I love you.” He whispered to you, before grabbing your body wash. He took his time guiding the soap filled cloth across your skin. “Did you have fun tonight baby?” he asked, patiently waiting for your response. You nodded softly, opening your eyes as you turned to face him. “Yea… It was nice seeing everyone. I enjoyed myself.” You replied, taking the cloth from him, continuing to wash your own body so he could tend to himself. “Did you?” You reciprocated the question. “Of course. We haven’t been out in a while, so it was nice.” He paused briefly. “I also enjoyed seeing you in that dress. You looked beautiful.” He smiled. “You didn’t look too bad yourself.” You added, your smile matching his as you leaned forward, kissing him briefly before turning to rinse the suds off your body.  

Your towel clad bodies clamored towards your closet, Haechan refusing to detach himself from you, getting clingier the more tired he got. The two of you couldn’t contain your giggles as you shared stories of the night while you moisturized your bodies. Haechan left gentle kisses on the base of your neck as he rubbed lotion into your back. “You’re moving too slow.” You huff. “I wanna go to bed.” You sighed exasperatedly. “Fine! I’m done,” he said, holding his hands up in surrender. You flashed a grin before walking towards his side of the closet, grabbing a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt. “Thief!” he exclaimed, walking up behind you, and grabbing a pair of boxers for himself. You dressed yourselves before he briskly scooped you into his arms. “Let's get you into bed since you’re so tired.” You grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. He shook his head, a smile set on his face as he walked to your shared bed. You don’t miss the mischievous change in his grin before he tossed you onto the plush bed. Letting out a grunt as you hit the mattress, you shot him a glare before climbing under the blanket. “You’re so mean to me.” You said as you laid back and closed your eyes. “Yea yea.” He dismissed. “I'll be right back. I'm gonna get you some water and ibuprofen for the morning. You’re gonna need it.” He said, walking out of the room to get a bottle out of the fridge. You waved a hand dismissing him, readily cozied up under your comforter.  

A few short minutes passed before Haechan returned with your water. “Here’s your water baby.” He said, setting it down with a pill bottle on your nightstand. He glanced at you after your lack of response and smiled to himself once he noticed you’ve already entered dreamland. “Goodnight my love.” He said softly, kissing your head before climbing into bed, quickly following you into a deep slumber. 

[cupidseok]

riize as enhypen songs

WARNINGS mentions of blood ; do not read if uncomfortable with these topics !

AUTHOR'S NOTE pcd is so real 😞 fate con actually changed the trajectory of my life,, LEE HEESEUNG WE WILL MEET AGAIN 🫶🏼🫶🏼 all songs listed here are from the fate setlist btw !!

📷 — SHOTARO as polaroid love

photographer!shotaro who always emphasizes on professionalism and is strict on how “proper” and “good” photographs should be taken with an expensive camera, perfect lighting and flattering poses from the model. but his favourite photos are blurry and unfocused photos of you taken on a cheap polaroid camera. the photos in which you are smiling so brightly, just for him.

unknowingly, when you call my name. heartbreakingly, my heart is pounding. it's like a polaroid love.

👑 — EUNSEOK as one in a billion

knight!eunseok and princess!reader who weren’t allowed to freely love each other in their past lives meet again in this life, this time as normal people. when you both meet for the first time in this life, your heart aches for an unknown reason. as if your heart has loved him since the beginning of everything.

i feel it, the fate that binds you and me. fate chooses you. drawn to you, this sweet spreading pain.

🔗 — SUNGCHAN as criminal love

demon!sungchan and angel!reader who technically weren’t even supposed to talk to each other. in the day, they bicker with each other, acting like they hate each other so their demon and angel friends don’t suspect them of anything. but at night, you can see fleeting shadows of a demon and an angel holding hands.

under the moonlight for a moment, fill up my empty self in the allowed heaven. got my hands cuffed, criminal love.

🧛 — WONBIN as bite me

human!wonbin who is willing to do anything for vampire!reader. he’s willing to give up on his human life to turn into a vampire if it means spending an eternity together with you. human!wonbin who nearly faints at the sight of blood, is willing to turn into a blood-sucking creature just to be with you.

leave your mark on my neck, it's yours. just come over and bite me.

🍷 — SEUNGHAN as sweet venom

vampire boyfriend!seunghan who wouldn’t stop annoying you. ever since he found out that you were alright with him being a vampire ( and that you weren’t going to run away from him ), he has not stopped asking if he could have a taste of your blood. just one sip, he says. he promises not to drain you of your blood.

i would give up heaven if i had to. just to get another taste of your sweet venom.

💐 — SOHEE as 10 months

boyfriend!sohee who looks so cute and harmless. but when he finds out that you’ve been struggling all alone because you didn’t want to “burden” him, he gets upset. did you think that you couldn’t trust him with your worries because he was too young and too immature ? he’ll show you that he can protect you too.

starting from tomorrow i will protect you. all day, all night, you can rely on me now.

🌊 — ANTON as tamed-dashed

lifeguard!anton who is always keeping an eye out for you at the beach. you could barely float on water, so why are you playing water volleyball with your friends in deep water ? he almost gets a heart attack every time your head slightly submerges in the water.

searing heart take me now. burning thirst, i can't stop me like summer, just dash.

© cupidseok — do not copy / repost / translate my works

[giggly-squiggily]

Heyaaa!! Since candy hearts is open I’d like to request somethingg

Lee Megumi and Ler Gojo with the sentence starter 🧡 Miss You: “When’s the last time you smiled?”

I just need something with these two, they have such a father and son dynamic that I love so much <33

{Candy Heart Prompts: OFFICIALLY CLOSED!}

Heyo! :D Oo, Gojo and Megumi! I also love their dynamic kjakjjkerjkaerj I've gotcha covered, anon! :3

Miss You: "When's the last time you smiled?"

“Megumi.” Gojo sounded..strangely serious. Megumi looked back at him, not liking the solemn expression he wore. “There’s something I need to know.”

There was a pause. Then…

“When’s the last time you smiled?”

Megumi all but groaned at the question, physically rolling his eyes so hard he leaned back. “Gojo-”

“I’m serious! I haven’t seen it in so long- I-I-” The older man sniffled, putting on an over the top frown with shiny eyes. “I miss my baby!”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying!” Megumi shoved him lightly, breaking Gojo’s character entirely as the older man laughed. “I smile when I feel like it. And I don’t feel like it right now.”

“Hmm, I see. You’ve got troubles, huh? Come on, talk to me.” Gojo opened his arms up invitingly, waggling his brows over his sunglasses. “Or do you want a hug? I give good ones.”

“No thanks, I don’t want to talk or hug.” Megumi backed up when Gojo stepped closer, grinning. “Gojo…”

“Megumi…” He taunted back, taking another daring step as Megumi backed up more. Seconds later, he was chasing him around the practice mats, laughing as Megumi scrambled to stay on his feet. “Come here, Megumi!”

“Stay awhahay-AH!” Megumi yelped when his foot caught the edge of a mat, tumbling into it with a low groan. For a brief moment, Gojo wondered if he got hurt.

But then Megumi was scrambling to get back up and he decided the kid was fine. In a matter of moments, he had him trapped on his back, digging into his ribs. “Ghoohoohooohojohohoohohohoho!”

“Look at that- smiling like the sun! Oh how I missed it!” Gojo cooed down at him, laughing alongside the teen as Megumi thashed and giggled beneath him. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you laughing so much- it’s been so long!”

“Nohohooh, yoohohohou’re juhuhuuhust ohoohohohld!” Megumi argued, all but squealing in mirth when Megumi attacked his armpits. “Geahhahahah, nohohooohohoho!”

“Old, eh? You’re probably right. Say- I already forgot what your smile looked like.” Gojo winked as he carried on tickling, voice nearly lost beneath Megumi’s cackling fits. “Looks like we’re gonna keep going until I remember for good!”

[deerlottie]

I had another thought. Well it was on a LottieLee playlist so Laura Lee subscribing by the rules of that Garfunkel and Oates song, "the loophole" and agreeing to anal because it doesn't count.

She would of course want to do it in missionary. Lying back on her white sheets and sitting up real quick to flip that painting of Jesus around so he doesn't see.

Neither of you knows a thing about anything. You just start making out and touching her breasts and she's getting sooooo turned on that her juices leak down to her asshole. She drapes her legs around you and begs you to start so you slide your hand down her front, feeling her jolt as you caress past her lips, gathering up some of the slick there when she tells you off because you're not allowed to touch that cause Jesus will get mad so you take your hand and slide your index and middle finger in her mouth instead and you tell her you need to wet them like she sets her fingers when she's turning the pages of her bible and she shivers a little but lets you put them in her mouth.

Then you reach down and stick your middle finger in her ass and she gasps but she doesn't hate it. You want her to set the pace so she starts rocking her hips and squeezing her legs together, getting some friction on her clit and you love the way she looks, brows knit together in concentration as she rocks against you, assfucking herself with your fingers. You lean in and kiss her and she wraps her arms around Leonard and she looks so fucking weirdly hot that you can't help but reach for your strap.

You watch the head disappear into her ass as she squeezes Leonard. She tries not to curse but when the tip is in you swear you heard her whisper "fruck" slowly you push it further in and she starts panting like a bitch in heat. She claws at your back and you start to pull away but she's using her legs to pull you in. She starts fucking her ass on your plastic dick, panting and groaning and shaking.

"oh Frick! OH FRICK! OH FRACK! AAAAH GODDAMNIT" SHE SCREAMS WHEN SHE COMES, the whole thing feeling like a religious experience for her.

MtF trans Laura Lee shooting her spunk all over her own face and chest when you fuck her ass for the first time. MtF trans Laura Lee who nearly has a heart attack when some of it gets on the framed portrait of Jesus. You giggle but it's blasphemy! She repents in church for months.

But MtF trans Laura Lee when you convince her it doesn't count if she puts it in your ass cause neither one of you is a dude. When I tell you she would cum immediately. The moment she pushes it inside of you and feels your warmth enveloping her like holly light? She would tremble as she fills you up with her sweet sweet spunk.

-🦪

i genuinely dont have anything to add to this because its perfect...

except doggy style anal with her while you hold her up by the hair and force her to look at the jesus painting on her wall @__@ she's already repenting in her head, and the balls of your strap are hitting against her clit in the best way but she's not gonna say anything. mainly because she cant - you've reduced to her mush and all she can do is blabber out ur name

[kats-fic-recs]

Best Naruto Fics I read in 2022

SNS

The sun is too bright, it hurts.

The first time Sasuke sees Naruto, they are six years old. Sasuke is not stupid, he learns fast, and there are three basic things about Naruto you can know after being five seconds in the same room as him: first, he’s noisy. Second, he talks a lot. Third, he’s annoying.

Years later, Sasuke thinks the same, but Naruto is much more than that to him.

Love is Just Another Word for Understanding

Maybe it’s because Naruto doesn’t know when to quit, because he’s always there in the periphery, because he’s loud and obnoxious and pushy. Maybe it’s because Naruto is the only one who’s been able to land a hit on him in a spar for months now. Maybe it’s because Naruto is the only one who’s not afraid to make him bleed.

Regardless, Naruto is Sasuke’s rival. And as such, Sasuke watches him.

And watches.

And watches.

---

In which Sasuke finds many aspects of Naruto's life objectionable, and as a result more or less abducts--I mean, adopts him.

Gaalee

All the Grain of Babylon

Sunagakure is an outpost’s outpost, the most hidden of the hidden villages. Situated deep in the bowels of the planet Kaze, aptly named for the devastating windstorms caused by its thin atmosphere, the village is mostly nomadic. Under attack, the entire village can close off its tunnel structure and relocate in less than twenty-four hours, so long as the location of the Seed Bank isn’t discovered.

With Gaara as its leader and a code of strict cultural mores, the small underground society has survived, perhaps even thrived. But their safety and stability is put at risk when a ship crashes on the surface of Kaze, a ship whose crew claim to be the last known survivors of the long-abandoned planet Earth. And what the outsiders bring with them causes Gaara to question everything he's ever known ...

not creepin', just stuck

And now here they were, squeezed into a cozy little corner booth at the real coffee shop just up the street. The one with the blackboard menu and overstuffed upholstery on the mismatched chairs and a barista who, Gaara noticed with no small amount of jealousy, was neither required to wear a nametag nor recite a pithy canned slogan before each order.

Or, the inevitable consequences of being stuck in a donut case together.

On My Way Home

There is nothing now that Gaara, the man, can do to heal the wounds caused by Gaara, the monster. He cannot bring murdered villagers back from the dead. He cannot un-traumatize the children he terrorized in his youth. He cannot even repair the desert ecosystem that he disrupted during his massive, sand-filled rages. All he can do is be a safe harbor - level, and steady, and reliable as the sunrise - for his village, for his family, and for his friends.

Return to Sender

For nearly a decade, Rock Lee and Gaara have written each other, like clockwork. Their friendship grew steadily over many years, and at some point, without realizing it Rock Lee had fallen completely and irrevocably in love with Gaara.

But when he realizes this, advice from his mentor gives him little hope of ever being able to confess.

And so he does the only thing he can think to do: he writes it all down in a letter he never intends to send.

Iruka fics because I love him

whatever you wish for, you keep

Iruka saves a young fox kit in the schoolyard, and is forced to deal with the (not so bad) consequences.

Maslow

The first four tiers of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Human Needs applied to Naruto’s depressing childhood. Alternatively: Iruka slowly becomes the best replacement mother a ninja could have.

a beating heart of stone

During Iruka's first year teaching — on his own, because apparently there is a severe lack of teachers — he loses his curriculum, gets into a low-key fight with Shimura Danzo and accidentally creates an army. To be fair, none of this was planned.

BONUS

One of the greatest Naruto rewrites of all time

from the corner of your eye

When a misunderstanding prompts Sasuke to take a deeper involvement in the growth of his teammates, no one is quite prepared for the way things... change. Especially Sasuke.

The question is - is it for the better?

[onestopfanficshop]

the rongloa family headcanons

(will be updated as i get more ideas!)

Satseypeäkx Te Rongloa Tsu'tey'itan

PRONUNCIATION: Sat-SAY-pey-ack

AGE: 16

HEIGHT: 8 ft 9 in (266.7 cm)

SIGN: Virgo

Goes by Satsey :) his full name is rarely used by you and Tsu’tey unless he’s in trouble lol

Spitting image of his dad

He was you and Tsu’tey’s first everything

Tsu’tey had gotten emotional with you before, but when Satsey was born, he openly cried in front of you

Looks just like his dad

Since he was an only child for nearly two years, you guys would never put him down. As a result, he was the fussiest baby in the world 😭 he refused to go to sleep without someone holding him

Avid fan of English curse words, which seems to have rubbed off on his younger twin sisters (much to your dismay)

Absolutely hates getting up early for any reason with a passion, just like his dad

Grew the fastest out of all of your kids; he was constantly having growth spurts and achy legs from growing so fast. He's almost as tall as his dad now and he's not even done growing!

Not afraid to get into a fight on behalf of his siblings, especially if someone is teasing one of them. Those are his babies and NO ONE is allowed to be mean to them (except him obviously)

Momma's boy through and through :,)

All of his younger siblings really do value his opinion, even though they pretend they don't lol

Ameyä Te Rongloa Tirea'asevin'ite

PRONUNCIATION: Ah-MAY-yah

AGE: 14

HEIGHT: 7 ft 5 in (226.06 cm)

SIGN: Pisces

Twins are exceptionally rare among the Na'vi, so to say your girls were special is an understatement

Her and her sister Atlìyä were the hardest birth of the four kids (I mean obviously, there was two of them), and Satsey literally will not let them live it down

In the picture dictionary, next to "daddy's girl", you will see Ameyä's picture 💀

Loves hunting, so naturally Dad is the person she gravitates to

Was actually one of the youngest people to complete her Iknimaya in the clan at twelve. Twelve! You were so proud of your girl :,)

You were initially extremely against it and were worried (justly so) that she was too young and could get hurt, but Tsu'tey reassured you that she was ready

You trusted his judgment, so you waited nervously for her to complete her trials, and when she did, proud was an understatement of how you and Tsu'tey felt. You two felt so lucky to have one of the strongest and bravest daughters in the whole clan

The more level-headed and rational twin

Affectionately called "Mey-Mey" by her siblings

Has the biggest sweet tooth; you’ll always find her snacking on some fruit

Was the baby that would pick up ANYTHING and put it straight in her mouth. Constantly was giving you and Tsu’tey mini heart attacks

Holds the worst grudges in the world. She'll (begrudgingly) forgive but you can bet your ass that she won't forget

Loves to spar with her older brother and her sister (or really anyone willing to) because she knows she'll win

Atlìyä Te Rongloa Tirea'asevin'ite

PRONUNCIATION: At-LEE-yah

AGE: 14

HEIGHT: 7 ft 5 in (226.06 cm)

SIGN: Pisces

Always has her head up in the clouds

Is super close with Kiri and considers her to be a second sister. It’s not uncommon to find them chatting away somewhere in the forest

However, Ameyä is absolutely her best friend; they're practically inseparable even now that they've grown up

Her and Ameyä are the perfect mix of you and Tsu’tey in terms of looks

Rolls her eyes (a trait she picked up from you) anytime Ameyä mentions she's the oldest

"We are two minutes apart, Ameyä! That does not make you the boss of me!"

Constantly brags about having the prettiest ikran (which, truthfully, she does)

The carefree and therefore most accident-prone twin (Ameyä is constantly having to get her out of trouble lmao)

Is the best flier out of all the kids. Will go for a flight to clear her mind or just for fun and loves to do all sorts of flips and tricks (which ALSO gave you and Tsu'tey mini heart attacks)

Loves hearing the story of how you and Tsu'tey met and gets a kick out of how you two used to hate each other's guts at first

INSTIGATOR with a capital I 😭 it literally fills her with glee to insert herself into people's conversations and arguments

"Mom, didn't Dad tell you to go back to your planet when you guys were younger? I personally would not let that slide, but that's just me."

Loves to sit with Kiri and watch old Earth movies in the base at Hell's Gate, as well as watching your old video logs that you used to make, just like Grace and Uncle Jake.

They snicker anytime you would mention Tsu'tey in your logs because even though you'd seem annoyed by him, it was very clear to the girls from watching (not so much to you at the time) that you were starting to fall for him

Za’wey Te Rongloa Tsu'tey'itan

PRONUNCIATION: Za-WAY

AGE: 8

HEIGHT: 5 ft 9 in (175.26 cm)

SIGN: Sagittarius

Baby of the family, obviously

Lookswise, he bears the most resemblance to you; I'm talking carbon copy

Very much a daddy’s boy to the point of near offense on your behalf, especially when he was first born. He would cry and cry and cry until he was placed in Tsu'tey's arms, and then he would be as quiet as a mouse.

As he neared his first birthday, his favoritism for his dad mellowed down a bit and would actually grow to prefer having you hold him

But he will always confide in his Tsu'tey; if he ever has a question about something he had seen in the forest, his dad is the first person he'd run to ask

Is constantly getting piggyback rides from his siblings, especially Satsey

Avid nap taker

Loves to cling to Tsu'tey's leg whenever possible

Absolutely loves to go on fishing trips with his brother and dad; it makes him feel like a grown up

Just like Tuk, he is not afraid to blackmail his siblings in order to be invited on their adventures 😭

Ameyä babies him the most (he pretends that he hates it but it really does make him feel protected)

[queeniecook]

November 11 - Part 2

After showering and changing at her sister’s house, Liberty walked around Forgotten Hollow – not really wanting to go back to the Straud estate just yet. It was then that she saw a figure walking through the town square. She’d recognize him anywhere and she had given her word she would talk to him. She just didn’t expect it to be this soon.

“I need to speak with you.” Liberty declares, after using her vampire speed to catch up to him. Caleb of course heard her coming, surprising not only himself but her as well  – he stayed put. He had been wanting this conversation to happen ever since he saw her again at Aubree and August’s house all those months ago. Caleb slowly turns to look at Liberty, backing up slightly to put space between them in case she decides to attack him. 

Liberty takes that as her cue to speak but honestly isn’t sure where to start. She thought she’d have a bit more time before she had to talk to Caleb.

“You hurt me.” She whispers, hugging her arms closer to herself. She isn’t even talking about him sinking his fangs into her flesh, she’s talking about him betraying her trust in him and breaking her heart.

Caleb’s lips frown as guilt churns in is stomach. He knows this. He had also hurt Inna, sometimes he wonders how his wife can trust and love him so much after what he’s done, though he’s broken her trust before too. Caleb wants to apologize but also senses that Liberty wants to keep talking. He remains silent.

“I trusted you, not only with my life but my heart. You’re the first one I really let in and you just….ruined it.” She isn’t sure how else to put it. Demolished? Destroyed? Ruined fits. “James has always told me he had to pry you off me when it was clear you took too much blood, is that true?” Liberty asks him, she wonders why she’s even asking him. 

“Yes.” Caleb confirms, it’s the truth. It may be one of the only things James has been honest about in his miserable life. 

Liberty scowls briefly. “How romantic.” 

“I lost control. I nearly killed you, I thought I had. Yes, James had to take you from me. I thought he had buried your body in the Willow Creek cemetery alongside your friends, as I asked him to.” Caleb can feel his guilt and emotions he had repressed for years coming to the surface. 

“I would have ended up there if he hadn’t gotten Asa to turn me.” Liberty states without emotion, like she’s telling someone what the time is. 

Caleb nods his head, he can’t deny that. “I have no defense or excuse for my actions.”

Liberty stands there, not sure what to say next. Somehow, she hadn’t expected Caleb to really defend himself and he had done as expected.

“I am truly and deeply sorry for the pain and suffering I caused you.” He adds once the silence stretches, he means what he says. He doesn’t expect Liberty or Inna to ever forgive him. He doubts he can ever forgive himself either. 

Liberty isn’t sure why she even asks her next question. Morbid curiosity perhaps? “Did you even love me or was I just a toy to you?”

Caleb crosses his arms, in a vain attempt to somehow protect himself from all the things that he’s feeling. He stares directly at Liberty, not even blinking once. “I loved you.”

She knows looking at him that he’s actually telling her the truth. Somehow, it makes her feel slightly better. Liberty Lee will never quite be able to forgive Caleb Vatore for setting in motion the events that led to her current lifestyle but now she feels a little bit more at peace.

<- previous

[bokyong]

-Arguments

You and your boyfriend, Minho, encounter yourselves in a not-so-pretty argument.. You both need to find your way out of this hellish situation.

Minho! (Your Boyfriend) x Reader!

- Fluff - Tiny Bit Of Angst -

Word Count - 1.2k+

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It had been an exhausting day. More mentally than physically you would say. The world had turned against you, taking every bit of hope you had away. Your heart ached as you recalled your painful days and nights. Everyone had abandoned you and everything felt like your fault. You were getting blamed for everything whether it was your parents, although you lived quite far from them in a college dorm, or your “friends”. At least you had one person left. One person who was still and always would be there for you through the ups and downs. Or so you thought.

That person was Lee Minho. Your lovely boyfriend. The boy you would give up everything for. He stayed by your side even in the hardest times. He was your shoulder to cry on, your bright light in the darkness. Your everything.

Now you weren’t sure how this had happened, whether it was your bottled up anger and tears or your hatred towards the unfair world you lived in, but somehow you and Minho had gotten into a huge argument. Maybe it was the raging monster inside of you who finally found it’s way out and onto your boyfriend. You hadn’t intended to scream at him when he asked you why you were sulking. It might’ve been the emotions from the enormous fight you had with your parents a few hours before. You didn’t know. All you knew was that you took all of your feelings and crushed them right on top of Minho.

After nearly half an hour of screaming back and forth from the two of you, you both went your separate ways with you in your guys’ shared room and him in the kitchen. You didn’t know what he was doing in there nor did you care. Your selfishness had gotten the best of you, leaving you sobbing under the covers. This time, Minho wasn’t there to comfort you and tell you everything would be okay. Knowing that made you cry harder, your relentless yells replaying in your head. You muffled your weeping into Minho’s fluffy pillow.

You weren’t sure why you had used that pillow. Right now you hated your boyfriend with all of your guts. Nonetheless, you clutched onto it tightly, face buried in the soft fabric. You couldn’t even imagine how Minho was feeling right now. Did he hate you? Did he feel betrayed? These thoughts overfilled your head, eventually leaving you breathing heavily as your heart sped up.

At this point, you didn’t even realize you were having a full on anxiety attack. You found your whole body shaking in nervousness as you continued to overthink. Broken cries mixed with anxious whines were escaping your lips as you held tighter onto the pillow. Of course Minho had heard you crying your eyes out but when the mixed crying and whining registered in his head, he knew what was happening. He had experienced your panic attacks many times and no matter how much he was hurt by you right now, he couldn’t just let you suffer. Not even a second after he heard your uneasiness, he bursted into the room, jumping on the bed next to you. He grabbed your hands repeating the same calming words over and over again. “Breathe Y/N, breathe.. I’m here now, everything will be okay..”

He immersed you into a cozy hug, rubbing your back to calm you down. After a while, your breathing evened out, your grip still on his pillow. You looked into his eyes and immediately broke down again. You couldn’t help it. The nervous look he gave you even when you had previously screamed at him made your pain unimaginable. You hid your face into his neck, your tears wetting his soft skin. “I-I’m s-sorry..” You muttered in a shaky voice, sobs mixed in. “Shhh.. don’t be sorry baby..” He told you, pushing your head further into his neck and playing with your long hair.

After your weeping had slowly came to a halt, you watched your boyfriends eyes staring intently at you. “I-I didn’t mean what I said.. You know that right? I was just stressed and wasn’t-” Your rambling continued on until you were stopped by Minho. “I know I know, it’s not your fault honey..” He comfortingly whispered, still rubbing soft circles on your back. The room was filled with a tranquil silence, your sniffles being the only audible sound in the room. You snuggled deep into his body, not wanting him to see your tear stricken face out of pure guilt. Your boyfriend just held you, maintaining the quietness as he rocked you back and forth.

After he was sure you had calmed down enough, he pushed you off of him to look you in your puffed up eyes. He placed his fingers under your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him after you tried averting his gaze. “Look at me baby.” He commanded, fingers still beneath your chin. You reluctantly stared into his big, shimmering eyes. It was only then that you realized his own eyes had a bit of redness to them.

You couldn’t believe it! Your attitude had made Minho cry! You knew your boyfriend better than anyone else and you knew he refused to let even a singular tear slip from his eye. Until today I guess. Now you felt really awful.. “Oh no! Min, did I make you cry?” You asked in the saddest tone. You watched as Minho shot his head down, looking at the bed sheets below him. “N-no. I didn’t cry..” He answered in the most unbelievable way ever. Well unbelievable to you at least. “Don’t lie to me..” You told him, lifting his head up and trying to get a good look at his eyes. He immediately pulled his face away, hugging you again so you couldn’t see his teary state. You knew what he was trying to do but, nonetheless, you returned the hug.

“Listen, i’m sorry for saying those things..” Minho said after a few moments of noiselessness. “No.. i’m the one that should be sorry..” You answered, now pulling away from the hug and placing a kiss on his soft lips. He kept his lips on yours, enjoying your loving touches which he hadn’t realized how much he missed until now.

You pulled away, earning a pout from your boyfriend causing you to laugh and peck his cheek. “So we’re made up now?” He asked with a hint of curiosity in his tone. “Hm yeah, why?” You mimicked his tone, holding onto his small hand.

“What do you mean ‘why’?” He said, pretending to be offended. He giggled at the curious look in your face before responding, “I missed kissing you!”

You didn’t even have time to comprehend what he had just said before his lips were back on yours. You were both immersed in a warm kiss as his lips glided against your own. You could feel his hot breath tickling your nose. You two stayed like this for a bit before his lips departed from yours. He looked at your soft face, adoring the loving look in your eyes.

You now realized how much you loved this guy, no matter how many fights you got into with him. He would forever be your Minho and the thought of that warmed your heart..

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I literally had to look up “descriptive ways of kissing” cause i’m single & clueless 😭

Have a sunshine day! ✿

[xflippinfrogx]

Hear me out hear me out

remus and james fic

lee remus

idk the prompt but maybe remus overworking himself idk take it however you’d like but there isn’t enough james and remus fics

Don’t be so hard on yourself~

A/N~ EEEEEE I am so happy you requested this I love this pairing more than life itself and there is not nearly enough content of them!!! Hope you like the fic and thank you for the ask!!< 33

~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ LEE: Remus

LER: James. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~

You know that burning feeling you get in your eyes sometimes from reading for too long? Normally you’d stop reading at that point right? Yeah that’s not how Remus Lupin works.

The OWL’s were coming up in a few weeks and he was determined to do his very best on every exam. Only problem was that he was so tired that he couldn’t make sense of what he was currently writing down. He didn’t think it was that big of a deal that he had worked all through the night. It was now 6:00pm and all his friends had gone down to dinner. He was running off coffee and leftover honey dukes sweets.

If he could just get through this last chapter and finish his notes he’d be fine. He just needs to concentrate.

“MOOONNYYYYY!?!”

Well there goes that plan.

James burst into the dorm looking for his friend and immediately became concerned at the state of him.

His hair was a mess, he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday and there were books and papers strewn all over his bed.

“Moony, aren’t you coming down for dinner? Everyone’s looking for you.” James asked softly. He could tell Remus was stressed and he wanted to make sure he remembered to eat.

“No no I’m busy, I need to finish this essay.” He replied, his words slightly slurring together.

“Remus, I hate to break it to you mate but that book you’re using is kind of… upside down.” James had to refrain from laughing as a sleepy Remus became really embarrassed.

“I uh I knew that, I needed it that way to do the.. the spell.” Remus was literally talking nonsense at this point but James is a pretty good translator. He does live with Sirius after all.

“C’mon, why don’t we leave the studying for a while? Take a break, get some food, maybe sleep?? It’ll do you good mate.” James said trying to stack some of the paper on Remus’ bed into a pile.

“No I need- put that down James! I need to work the exams are soon.” He was trying to stop James’ attempt of cleaning, which is hard when your hands don’t want to cooperate with your brain.

The tussled for a moment with James trying to clear away the papers and Remus being petty by knocking over his pile.

“Right that’s it, if you aren’t going to take a break willingly then we’re just gonna have to do this the hard way.” James said, a mischievous glint in his eye as he grabbed Remus’ hands pinning them to the bed.

If he hadn’t been so tired he probably would’ve fought it, but at this point Remus was so done that he let himself lay there exposed. he totally knew what was going to happen and he was really looking forward too it

“James c’mon just let me study it’s not gonna kill me-” he was cut off by James beginning his attack.

He was right, studying wasn’t going to kill him.. James and his fingers were.

He ran his skilled fingers nimbly over the already giggling boys ribs.

“Prohohongs cuhut it ouhut!” Remus threw his head back laughing but that was a mistake as it left his neck completely open for attack.

James took his chance and blew a massive raspberry just below his ear and Remus completely lost control of himself.

He thrashed from side to side, laughter frantic and bubbly. Streams of half hearted pleading poured from his mouth as James continued exploring each spot illiciting even more noises from his friend.

His goal was simple, make Moony laugh so hard he tires himself out and FINALLY falls asleep.

Spoiler, it works.

“Okahahay okaayy, I gihive!! EEK JAHAHAMES I SAHAHAID I GIHIHIVE!!!” He squealed as James blew a final raspberry into the crook of his neck.

He let up, leaving Remus a sleepy giggly mess. James magicked him a glass of water and encouraged that he drink some.

They lay side by side for a few moments in comfortable silence until Remus calmed his giggling down.

“Thanks Prongs.. I really needed that.” A blush spread across his cheeks as he spoke softly.

“I’m always happy to help Moony, just promise me something ok?” He sat up looking down at Remus. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You’re really smart, the exams will be a breeze!!” Remus smiled. James was right it was going to be fine, he seriously needed to stop being so obsessed about his school work. There’s more important things in life.. Like SLEEP!!

They both stayed there talking for a little while until Remus fell asleep. James covered him with a blanket and began clearing away his books seeing as there was no one to stop him now.

It wasn’t long before Sirius and Peter returned to the dorm confused as to why both of them had now missed dinner. James told them with great pride that he had finally gotten Remus to relax and the three gryffindors spent the evening in the common room giving their friend his space to recharge in peace.

Remus was never more glad to find sleep in his life and he was definitely never staying awake that long again.

[mythica0]

Hmmm what if~ uhh idk maybe when uhhh the turtles are having a pilow fight and then they start tickling each other??? Sorry for the Basi idea I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT TO SLAY NEXT get it? Slay beacuse ur text always Slay when we ask for a request! Btw no rush~~❤️

Pillow WAR!

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁:Leo,Donnie,Mikey,Raph

🍫:Leo, Donnie, Mikey, Raph

Summary: An innocent pillow fight gets intense, and some different war tactics are thrown about.

A/N: (god dammit not again with the compliments wkensnbs) I know not everyone ended up being a lee/ler, but it’s easier when there’s a tickle fight between all four to just put them all in both categories. Thanks for the request! Enjoy!

Pillow WAR!

Light thuds could be heard all across the lair.

A repeated thwack, as if cloth were hitting the floor.

And that’s because it was. In the main room, a pillow fight was going on between brothers.

Light hearted jabs and insults were being thrown about with the pillows, blanket forts had been constructed and stuffie armies gathered.

Although it started as a simple battle, it quickly became more intense and turned into a war!

Each turtle was determined to win and claim the pillow throne and title of “plushy king!”

Eventually, one of the pillows tore, spilling the down feathers inside all over the floor. This gave Leo(forever the little shit) an idea. And the rules never said you couldn’t tickle your opponent’s….

He quickly picked up one of the feathers, and while he was distracted in a small one-on-one with Raph, Leo walked up behind Donnie and brushed the feather across his side.

The soft shell yelped in surprise, nearly squawking as he was tackled by his twin. His squawk turned into giggles as Leo forgoed the feather to stick his hands under Donnie’s arms.

“Hehehehey! Nohoho fahahahair!”

“All is fair in love and war! This happens to be both.” Leo winked (A/N: this is purely familial/brotherly and if you imply otherwise I will FIND YOU)

“Nohoho!” it wasn’t long before Donnie tapped out.

“One enemy down!”

Mikey, who had been watching from the sidelines, turned to Raph and climbed on his back.

“Time to take down the enemy! ATTACK!” He called playfully, starting to scribble against his older brothers’ shell.

Raph instantly fell down, tapping out immediately.

Two down. Two standing. Who will win?

The two charged at the same time, Mikey ending up pinning Leo to the ground, hovering dangerously above his death spot.

‘Oh no. I already lose’ Leo’s thoughts echoed as a giddy, lighthearted anxiety settled in him.

Mikey then brought his hands down, squeezing rapidly along the sliders thighs.

Leo broke down into cackles immediately, giving in not five seconds later.

Mikey left the giggling turtle on the ground as he climbed to the mound of pillows and blankets they had dubbed the pillow throne.

“The title of Plushy King is now mine! Now beneath your ruler!” He stuck out his tongue at the end, obviously teasing.

Donnie spoke from his place on the side. “I still think that whole concept was unfair, although it is nice to see it has backfired.”

“I can’t be mad.” Leo said as he stood. “After all, all is fair in love and pillow WAR!”

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[touchoflaughter]

Vikings Headcanons pt. 2

As requested here are some more Tk-Headcanons of my favourite bunch of brothers! Enjoy folks!

Ubbe Lothbrok

Being known as the most peaceful Ragnarsson with a big community spirit, Ubbe is some kind of a playful Switch who uses tickling to conjure a smile up on his brothers faces

As the second eldest son of Ragnar, he sees himself as the arbiter of the group who brings peace to his competitive and feisty brothers. However he loves to put them in their places with a sneaky tickle-attack!

He'd do anything to see his brothers happy what makes him a considerate Ler. Ubbe immediately releases his victim when he got the feeling it get's too much. He looks after his Lee and makes sure they're feeling well and has at least as much fun as him.

Ubbe isn't ashamed if he get's tickled by his brothers from time to time, even though he can't suppress some snorts and squeals in the process. He even allows his brothers to tickle him sometimes, just because he enjoys seeing them happy and united.

In sum, Ubbe isn't the most ticklish but he got a few spots that really affect him. Such as his ribs, the back of the knees and his feet. If you manage to target one of these, you'll get to know another side of him...

It's rare but sometimes he turns into a more vicious Ler. Regularly this happens when the youngest, Ivar, runs riot once again and he decides it's time to teach him a lesson.

Ubbe isn't afraid of his brothers, except for the big one. Björn remains the strongest who can and will express his dominance towards his brothers anytime he wants. Even for Ubbe, there's no chance of escaping or overpowering the eldest.

He prefers to team up with Hvitserk or Björn but also chose Hvitserk as his favoured victim. That's why the younger brother is always quite willing to support Ubbe, hoping the bigger one wouldn't turn against him.

Hvitserk Lothbrok

As the middle child, Hvitserk teams up with the younger and older brothers alternately, what makes him pretty opportunistic. He tries his best to not become the victim but since he's for and against every brother- this pretty much fails.

Surprisingly most of the time Ivar is on his side, even though the lone wolf usually avoids to unite with others. Hvitserk gladly returns this favour, being the only one who has his stoic brothers back.

Hvitserk identifies as a Ler solely. Every inch of his skin is incredibly ticklish so he can't take the littlest poke. Unfortunately that makes him a very attractive target. Once his brothers team up on him, his mostly used diversionary tactic is drawing the attention to Ivar, hoping he'd become the victim instead. Often this one works, due to the sassier behaviour of the younger one. Nevertheless Hvitserk has to deal with the wicked revenge after his brother had have a rest...

He pretty much enjoys wrecking everyone but he's not as ruthless as Björn, let alone Ivar. Probably because he takes into account how torturous tickling is for him personally. Still, he's not as lenient as Ubbe, making sure his victim is weakened enough to not take revenge on him.

In case his great efforts fail and Hvitserk actually becomes the victim of one of his brothers - or even more than one god forbid - he's fucked. Since he's the weakest of them all (equal with Sigurd probably) and devastatingly ticklish, he stands no chance.

While his upper body is nearly as ticklish as Ivars (what's still a 10/10), his lower body is extremely sensitive too. You'll have him screeching and begging in seconds, no matter where you decide to tickle him.

Nevertheless, Hvitserk is one of those stoic Ler's who'd rather die than admit their ticklishness. And he's close to carry off sometimes...

While Ubbe tickles him a lot, only to tease out some squeals and laughter- Ivar get's him really good from time to time. The youngest doesn't do anything half-hearted so if he decides to wreck his opportunistic teammate, he makes sure he also finishes him.

Sigurd Lothbrok / Snake-in-the-eye

Sigurd and Ivar are never concurring, except for one thing: Tickling is the most childish and annoying thing to ever exist!

In contrast to Ivar, Sigurd doesn't even find much joy in being the Ler. He simply doesn't understand it, being the least ticklish of them all. No-one has ever elicited something like a giggle by tickling him. Nevertheless his brothers try again from time to time...

He mostly remains on the sideline of the tickle fights, even though he can't stifle a smile, watching his fierce Viking-brothers curl up and laugh like little children.

One thing he truly enjoys about that whole tickling thing, is seeing his hotheaded brother Ivar in agony because of some light tracing fingers. He'd never lay his hands on him himself but he got some rare feeling of gratification having his worst opponent pinned down and tickled to tears.

Sometimes Sigurd tickles one of his brothers by accident, just because he forgets some parts of their bodies are so embarrassingly sensitive.

He'd never admit it but one or two times in his life he wished he'd know what this weird sensation, that provokes even the toughest Viking into a laughing fit, feels like. Also, because his brothers seem to have genuine fun while tickling each other. Poor Sigurd.

[dark-elf-writes]

I’m rereading the timeloop au for inspiration and just,,,,

“No, crying comes later when they have reached the tower and the scrolls are opened to reveal Iruka-sensei looking down on them. Telling them they did it. They made it.”

What if Naruto and Neji opened a scroll earlier hoping something useful would be sealed inside like weapons for the next round, ration pills, etc. But instead, Iruka comes out looking more than a little confused. The confusion ends quickly when he realizes that they disobeyed the order not to open the scroll and is promptly replaced with anger.

His yelling gives them away, and Orochimaru finds them earlier than in any other loop. Iruka tries to protect them, of course he does, but what is an academy teacher to a sannin? In a heart beat, Iruka’s body is splayed on the forest floor and blood paints pale lips crimson red. His warm eyes turn glazed and empty even as they meet Naruto’s in a final plea to run. He does not.

It’s the first time Naruto manages to inflict major damage on Orochimaru. It’s the last time they open the scroll. It’s the last time they try to involve someone else.

These loops are their burden to bear, in life and beyond death.

They’re starting to lose hope when Naruto suggests it. It’s the seventh (eighth?) loop and they’re both close to shattering. What are the two of them supposed to do when faced with one of the Sannin and his chosen Shinobi? They’re just genin. Naruto is barely a few months out of the academy. Not to mention trying to get the rest of Team Seven to listen to anything is nearly as painful as losing to the sound Shinobi time after time.

They are, to say least, in way over their heads.

“It has to be something right?” Naruto breathes, huddled close in their impromptu camp that has become a sort of base of operations a meeting place so they don’t need to waste valuable time looking for each other when they should be trying to run.

This loop was not kind to them. Lee’s arm is broken. Sakura has lost enough blood that, short of a miracle, Neji didn’t think she would make it through the night. Tenten was staring blankly at one of her torn scrolls blood and mud matting her hair and her unfocused eyes looking a bit too dead for comfort. Sasuke was unconscious, holding his curse mark even in his sleep as he let out punched out little groans.

Naruto was nearly out of his near limitless chakra and, if not for his insane healing ability, would have bled out and more than likely lost a leg from the deep gash to his thigh. Neji’s hair was shorn half off and the bandages around his forehead, right over that damn seal, crinkled as he turned to look at Naruto.

They wouldn’t last much longer. Neither of them nor their teams. Something had to give if they wanted to make it out of this loop alive if nothing else.

The scrolls… weren’t a bad idea all things considered.

“It could be storage.” He mused. “Two parts of a key for the next section?”

Naruto snorted, one of the arms wrapped around his knees reaching out to tap at the place where his weapons pouch usually hung. Lost in the same attack that should have killed him. “I’d take a key. It would be better than trying to kill a Sannin with a stick. I’d even take one of Kakashi-sensei’s dogs if it meant getting help.”

Neji blinked. A summons.

“That’s how the enforce the confidentiality clause.” He breathed. “They’re summoning scrolls that bring leaf Shinobi.”

Hope sparked in those blue eyes for the first time since the third loop when Naruto watched Team Ten die one after another right in front of him. Fragile as the little glass sculptures Neji remembered his mother being fond of and twice as beautiful. They had, if not a plan, than an idea for the first time in several loops.

“We open the scrolls.” Naruto said, slipping his out of one of the many pockets in his orange jumpsuit, now muddy and caked with dried blood and dirt to tone down the eye searing color.

(They should steal some clothing on the next loop but Naruto was so small. Would the increase in stealth be worth it if he was tripping over the pant legs?

No. He couldn’t think that way. This was the loop. They would get out r of here this time. They would live and fulfill all those promises that had whispered to each other in those stolen moments when they weren’t running for their lives.

A home. A family. Freedom. Love.

They could do this.)

Neji shouldn’t have been surprised when the scroll summoned Iruka-sensei. He had been hoping for a jonin, ideally Kakashi or Guy who would make short work of the bastards on their tail, but he supposed it made sense. But…

“What the hell we’re you thinking Naruto?!”

“Iruka-sensei it’s-!”

“You were told not to open the scrolls!”

“Yes but-!”

“Now two teams are disqualified!”

“I don’t care! Will you just-!”

The attack was in a way less surprising than seeing Iruka-sensei. The scarred man drilled in the middle of his lecture and tilted his head to the side before grabbing a fist full of Naruto’s jumpsuit and hauling him out of the way of three kunai.

They had been found.

And for all of his skill and determination to protect them, Iruka was only a Chunin against one of the legendary Sannin and his two remaining lackeys.

He was just as in over his head as they were.

He lasted longer than they ever had, but died all the same. Gut split open in a haunting mockery of the scar across his face and Naruto’s name on his lips.

As Neji listened to Naruto’s scream (layered, deeper than it should have been, burning with chakra as his teeth sharpened into fangs) he promised himself that there would be no other loop that involved asking for outside help. Not when that outside help would be the only person Naruto saw as a family. Not when his death shattered him like this.

His only consolation when he felt the kunai slam into his blind spot was that he got to watch Naruto’s clawed hand bury itself into Orochimaru’s gut before he died.

[goldenraeofsun]

Hum Part 2

A sequel to this one shot!

Dean curses and rolls over in bed, ignoring his blaring Monday morning phone alarm. Last night's dream mingles unpleasantly with his memories of Friday night before it all went to hell. The details are still fuzzy. He can’t name the color of Cas’s sheets or the titles of the books on his nightstand. He has no idea if Cas has morning breath or not.

But he remembers the jolt of red-hot shame perfectly. Ditto with the capital-R regret. All because he couldn’t keep it in his pants for his boss. 

To be fair, Dean lasted a solid ten and a half months, which is the longest he ever held out, not counting Rhonda Hurley in eleventh grade. Not even a full goddamn year.

And now, Dean’s out of a job in a city he barely knows.

Sammy’s going to kill him after all he did to help Dean drag his ass to the other end of the continent for this shitshow.

A fist raps on the wall, jerking Dean out of his misery spiral. “Turn off that fucking alarm!”

One thing Dean won’t miss about Oakland: his three – count ’em – roommates. Lee, the bartender. Chuck, the writer. Dorothy, the… something.

Dean shuts off his alarm, and his ears ring in the sudden silence.

He could just… not go to work. All he’d be missing is a very awkward conversation with HR. Would they even want an exit interview if he’s getting fired for banging his boss? 

Dean doesn't even particularly like his job. He likes his boss (a little too much, obviously). He likes the mini cheese steak sandwiches Tara orders for Friday lunch. He likes having health insurance for the first time in three years.

But the calendar management? Tracking Cas’s expense account for quarterly submissions to finance? All the goddamn endless meetings?

On the other hand, he left his favorite jacket at the office because he got too hot at the office party. Afterwards, he was too drunk and too horny to remember it. Instead, he hopped in a cab with Cas and fulfilled every dirty fantasy that had been rattling around his stupid, stupid head for the past ten and a half months. The rest of the night is a haze of tongues, fingers, and desperation. 

Some moments stick out with awful clarity. Dean got his legs tangled in his pants in his eagerness to get to the good stuff, and Cas hauled him onto the bed, laughing. As Cas bent over the bed to grab the dropped lube bottle, Dean finally got his hands on that ass he’d been dreaming about for so long. 

And, of course, the epic orgasm that felt like he shot his brain out of his dick.

Dean scowls at his now-hard cock. Great, now he has this to take care of. He hauls himself up from bed with a groan.

Time to get ready for work.

* * *

Dean slinks out of the elevator, a please-don’t-fire-me coffee clutched in a death grip. His stomach twists with nerves as he steps over the threshold to the office he shares with Cas.

But Cas isn’t at his desk. His coat hangs over the back of his chair, and his Origami Page-A-Day calendar torn to today’s date. A neon blue paper snail is propped up against Cas’s computer screen.

Dean settles in behind his desk, hyper alert to every footstep outside the door, every flash of movement in his periphery. He nearly has a heart attack when Alfie sprints past on his way to the conference room.

He checks Cas’s appointments for the day. At this hour, Cas is supposed to be here. Dean gnaws on his lip as he cranes his neck, trying to catch a glimpse of Cas’s perpetual bedhead through the glass door.

Where the fuck is he?

By ten in the morning, Dean can’t take it any longer. His nerves are this close to snapping, and he needs more coffee, stat. If he has to pretend to stare at his inbox any longer, he’s going to go cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs. Empty mug in hand, he gets up.

And runs smack into Cas on his way into his office.

“Shit, Cas!”

Cas blinks. “Hello, Dean.”

Dean nervously runs his free hand through his hair. “Hi.”

Cas straightens, his expression unreadable. “We need to talk.”

Dean goes cold all over. He should've expected Cas wanted to get right to it. “Right, yeah.” He swallows, his throat dry as the champagne bottle he and Cas practically inhaled last Friday.

Cas sighs and gestures for Dean to follow him back into their shared office.

Dean shuts the door firmly behind them. No way is he going to let the office gossip and their next-office-neighbor, Ezra, blab their business to the whole fucking office. He has no idea how Anna puts up with him as her executive assistant.

Cas sits behind his desk, and Dean swivels his chair around so they’re facing each other.

As Cas stares, Dean frantically scrambles to come up with some sorry excuse to keep his job. Jesus Christ, what was he doing for the past hour? He should've been using his goddamn brain for once. He grabs his jacket off the back of his chair and holds it in front of him like a shield. It’s probably acting more like a safety blanket, but beggars can’t be choosers. 

Thing is, Dean knew it was too good to last, that he would fuck everything up. He practically told Cas so, before he even knew his name. But for some godforsaken reason, Cas hired him anyway, blabbering on about Dean’s ability to deliver under pressure, his memory for deadlines, and some other bullshit.

Honestly, Dean thought Cas hired him out of pity and, when his six month work anniversary came around, Dean swore he was getting the sack. Cas could wipe his hands of his mistake and hire someone with some real skills.

Instead, Cas shyly presented him with a selection of miniature pies over his lunch break.

It was a weird day.

“Dean,” Cas clears his throat, “about last weekend –”

Dean shakes his head. “Yeah, I know. My bad.” He snaps his mouth shut with an audible clack of teeth. He’s such an idiot.

What the fuck? My bad?

My bad is what he said after he used the last of Sammy’s gross oat milk for his cereal because they were out of regular milk.

My bad is what he said to his baby after he (unknowingly) let Sammy drive her on a Chipotle run.

My bad is not what he should say after boning his boss. Multiple times.

Confused, Cas just blinks at Dean for a beat before repeating, “Your… bad?”

“Yeah, so,” Dean hedges, itching to get this whole thing over with, “I’ll just,” he gets up from his seat, “get my stuff and go.”

“Go… where?” Cas says, his forehead furrowing.

Dean freezes, his ass awkwardly hovering three inches above his chair. “Home?”

Cas’s eyebrows rise. “I was unaware you’re taking vacation today.”

Dean makes a scoffing noise in the back of his throat. “Don’t need to take vacation for a job I don’t have anymore.”

Cas’s eyes widen. “Are you quitting?”

Dean internally groans. So much for getting out with his dignity intact. But since apparently Cas needs everything spelled out for him: “Are you firing me?” he asks bluntly.

Slowly, Cas shakes his head.

Dean’s knees nearly give out. He falls back into his chair, dumbfounded. “You’re not?”

“No,” Cas says slowly, drawing the syllable out, and Dean sags with relief. “But if you want to quit, I,” he swallows and reaches over to fiddle with his origami snail, “wouldn’t blame you in the slightest. Of course I will write you the best recommendation letter of my ability, and feel free to make use of my network contacts to find your next positon.”

“Hold on,” Dean says, leaning in to study Cas’s constipated-looking expression. “I don’t wanna quit.”

Cas’s head snaps up. He stares at Dean, his blue eyes large. “You don’t?”

Dean shakes his head. “Fuck no.”

“Thank god,” Cas breathes, a real smile breaking out across his face. “Or else that would make this whole morning very awkward.”

Bemused, Dean says, “But I didn’t see you at all this morning.”

“No, because I was meeting with Anna,” Cas says matter-of-factly. He sets his paper snail down and meets Dean’s gaze squarely. “As you can no longer be my assistant, she has agreed to take you on instead. Ezra will be my new assistant starting next Monday.”

“Wait – I can’t work for you anymore?” Dean asks, desperation coiling tense in his stomach.

Cas shakes his head. “Not after last weekend.”

“But – we can just forget it ever happened!” Dean says loudly, hitching an unconvincing grin on his face.

“I can’t,” Cas says shortly. “Not after all we did.”

Dean quietly dies inside. He stares Cas down, but Cas, of course, wins. Eventually Dean forces out, “So, Anna?” 

“Indeed,” Cas says, a dull flush crawling up his neck and cheeks. His hands twitch towards a small pile of papers on his desk. After a beat, he holds them out for Dean to take.

“But if you change your mind about forgetting our night together,” Cas says stiffly without looking at him, “I have the paperwork that makes HR aware of a potential relationship between us and safeguards your rights against retaliation and sexual harassment if we separate for any reason.” 

Hold on - Cas doesn't want to forget that night either? He was making contingency plans this morning? Not damage control?

Dumbly, Dean takes the papers. He scans them, his jaw dropping as he spots Cas’s signature already printed at the bottom. 

The optimistic son of a bitch.

Dean can't help the wide grin that spreads across his face. “I changed my mind,” he announces as he reaches across Cas’s desk for Cas’s fancy fountain pen. “I wanna date the shit out of you,” he says as he scrawls his name on the dotted line. “Just as long as I don’t I have to personally give this to Naomi. That chick’s scary as fuck.”

Cas makes a strange strangled noise. “Really?” he breathes, his face going slack with mingled relief and delight.

Dean would kiss him for being such a dork, but they’re in plain view of the whole goddamn office. “So…” he drifts off, his own glee turning his brain to mush. Say something. “Should I clear my desk anyway?”

Cas settles back in his seat, calm as anything, but his eyes are fucking twinkling. “Your official transfer doesn’t start until next Monday, so you have a week to prepare Ezra to take over my workload.”

“But you hate Ezra,” Dean says, frowning. “You said he’s the most useless assistant who’s ever touched a keyboard.”

Cas shrugs. “I value you more.”

Fuck the office. If HR has to know, so can everyone else. 

Dean gets up, walks around Cas’s desk, and kisses him square on the mouth.