#to be close for a hug or dance

[skysquid22]

Any flavor of Mine sneaking a touch or mimicking an imaginary affection with Daigo while he’s in his coma is always the perfect blend of deranged love. Spot on for Mine. Let that business man hold Daigo’s hand and kiss his knuckles just to experience what could have been.

[dynjay]

Memory Lane

Part 2 of 2

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The second part! There's a panel missing here where I was going to show Rachel playing the same piece she played at the wedding for them to dance to in the background, but I wasn't sure what kind of device she'd have?

I'm not sure if smartphones are a thing or if she'd use something like a record player, so I just decided to omit it altogether. Just pretend they have music playing in the background I promise they're not dancing in silence :')

[wildtornado-o]

Nothing quite as healing as drawing characters dancing

[jentlemahae]

[struikbeheerder]

I wish someone would hold me like @echonidae ‘s Yeowline holds my Eggel. :’>

[silverselfshippingchaos]

he really said that 💀💀💀 what a man 😍

[southerngothicaf]

Ohh no.

[trollbreak]

Also a thought for u to consider. Peipre and yarrow dancing at the ball <3

[ahogechef]

[ slow dance ] - @girlishwhiimsy hehe :3c

{Different Ways to Hug Someone }

@girlishwhiimsy !!!!!

Kaede's parents were going to be out for the night, so she was going to have the house to herself. But she didn't want to be alone... so she called Ayumi and asked her if she wanted to come over for a sleepover; and to her delight, she did! She was so happy... Together, they had a mini yakinuki feast in her room while watching TV, reading manga together while happily chatting away about whatever... (And Daifuku joining them at times, too! He loves it when Ayumi can come over if she has, before..)

With how much fun they were having, it looked as if they weren't going to sleep anytime soon. And so... Kaede thought it would be cute if they did something like... slow dancing in the kitchen, in their pajamas. She remembers her mom telling her one time, that dancing together in the kitchen with her dad, late at night: was one of her favorite memories of them when they were still newly married, before Kaede was even born. And Kaede, being the hopeless romantic she is: has always wanted to try doing that with the person she loves.

And she of course, loves her cute and precious kouhai.. Once they were in the kitchen, Kaede began one of the playlists on her phone's music app. Mostly 'old school's future funk versions of romantic shoujo anime songs... As she hugs Ayumi close against her, doing their slow dance ... She's smiling and laughing together with her, really feeling like a married couple. She loves it... The fun they're having, and to be able to hold Ayumi close like this...

"Ayumi-chan..." As she hugs her even closer, one of her hands go to cup her cheeks. Giving it slow strokes with her thumb while one of her fingers idly twirl a lock of her hair around it... Giving her a smile filled with warmth and love... "I'm having so much fun... I'm happy you didn't mind indulging me like this. Hehe..... I just...wanted to dance with the cutest girl ever! And the one I love... so I really am happy right now~"

And with a giggle, she plants soft kisses to her cheeks and nose, her own face growing a soft pink. "Ayumi-chaaan, you'd better stop me... or I might "accidentally" end up kissing you all over your face, again~!" She giggles, and brings that same hand that was stroking her cheek, to lightly brush over her lips.

[meezer]

oh and I finished my otome game. well just kai's route. I really loved it and it touched me in a way I'd find it hard to articulate. kai is a fantastic character imo, very well-written. I got his best ending and uhm, at the end there... everyone in that cafe fangirling over him must've had their jaws drop when they heard him tell the MC that, after they hang out there, they'd be going to his place, so he can say things "he can't say in public." everyone in that cafe now thinks these two popular up-and-coming actors are gay as fuck. and well are they wrong

[chosenlcvers]

homesick for a home that doesn’t exist yet

[ughscara]

eccentric squad hcs: birthdays.

kabukimono isn't too familiar with the concept. truthfully, he has heard about it, but never has he bore witness to the custom of celebrating the day. one thing the puppet has picked from you is to follow what he feels and believes to be right, and in this case; he's ensuring your smile stays radiant all the while he cooks your favorite meal. it's a simple gesture as he doesn't really have anything grand to offer, but the moment you are greeted with what he cooked for you with the help of katsuragi who gave him advice on making your favorite dessert on your humble dinner table alongside some tea, the smile that adorned his face couldn't possibly get any brighter.

kuronushi never really paid any mind to "such a thing" as he considers it. he rarely — actually never — celebrates his own birthday because the concept to him feels stale and not as intriguing. he prefers his solitude. but when you came into his mundane life; it was as if a million doors, each filled with many possibilities and new experiences have been opened for him. what was once such a stale thing was now held dear to him, never has ever thought of never providing you the joy you provide him. and so, as your birthday drew near, he ensures the best possible atmosphere in his favorite spot on kannazuka island; scrolls and ink brush in hand as he draws a portrait of you alongside writing a haiku for you. by the time you're home, you're immediately dragged to sit on his lap as he muses all about you.

kunikuzushi ( the balladeer ) quite frankly doesn't care. similar to kuronushi, he finds it stale but to the benevolent sixth harbinger; it is something he finds completely unnecessary. and again, similar to kuronushi, a lot of things have been opened once you stepped into his life — you make him happy in a way that feels sickening to him, the mere thought of you makes a foreign warmth envelope his chest and... honestly, those feelings you bestowed upon him are a hassle to deal with. yet here he is, taking you out on an unexpected "get-together" as he perceives it in your favorite café in snezhnaya. allowing you to order whatever you desire with it all on him; as he watches you treat yourself like you deserve all with a small smile hidden behind a cup of coffee. spoiling you despite your protests was indeed the best way he could go on about celebrating it for the time being.

the wanderer is a simple individual. while birthdays, just like his previous incarnations, is something he doesn't celebrate a lot if not at all — for you, he's willing to make both an exception and an effort. sewing has been something he returned to doing recently, and similar to how he done with a little fledgling he used to nurture; he sews a doll for you. two actually — one that looks a lot more like him that he insists you keep on your person while the other looks like you, which he keeps with his other companion residing under his hat. teasing him about how long it took will earn you a scoff out of him as he replies with a less than vague answer. but apart from that simple yet meaningful gift, he does it all while you're in his safe space, somewhere in the rainforest in which only the wind is witness to his immense love for you.

[shencomix]

Recently I decided to go to my local fighting game tournament.

Here's how it went.

I had been getting pretty good at Guilty Gear over the past few weeks, to the point where I was getting the input correctly for the Potemkin Buster 1 out of every 4 or 5 times I tried it. So I thought "I might not be the best yet, but, surely good enough for my local" -- and I decided to go.

It took place at a the comic & games store in the town center. The venue was full of people 10-15 years younger than me and even more drastically cooler. They all turned to glare at me as I walked through the door, but as I stood completely motionless like a gazelle hoping to blend into the grassland, their gazes slowly returned to each other and they continued to banter friendlily.

I sat down next to me first opponent, and reached out to shake their hand. They looked down at my hand, and then up at my eyes slowly.

"You're supposed to do that at the end of the match."

"Oh, s-sorry"

I got perfected twice and lost the match. At the end, I reached out again to shake their hand, but they just stood up and walked away.

Because I lost, I got moved down to the loser's bracket, which was literally below the main tournament because it took place in the basement of the comic shop. I could hear footsteps, cheering, and happy conversation in the floor above. Here in the loser's bracket though, the mood was a lot more somber.

My next opponent reminded me a little bit of me. They were equally nervous and disheveled looking. They said "Um, h-hello" and reached out their hand for a handshake as they saw me approaching. I said "you're s-supposed to do that at the end of the match." But as a look of deep sadness came over their face and they slowly put down their hand, I pulled them in for a hug.

I'm not sure why I did that.

I think that some part of me knew that, in this dark, dank, alien place, illuminated only by a single failing ceiling light and the neon glow of a few arcade machines, I had at last found a friend -- someone I understood, and who might understand me too.

They hugged back.

I lost that match by a very narrow margin, and as they jumped up and began dancing around and cheering ecstatically, I began to hate them. This was no friend of mine. A friend would not do this to me. After they were done dancing, they reached out to shake my hand. After a few seconds of pause, I stuck out my hand too, but didn't look at them and refused to close it around theirs as they grasped it. They shook my karate chop.

I thought that at that point, since I had lost and then lost in loser's bracket, I was free to go home. But one of the tournament organizers approached me and informed me that I was going down to sub-loser's bracket in the sub-basement of the store, and pointed me towards a descending staircase.

The people there were fewer, and it was darker. I could faintly hear sobbing in one of the corners, but as I went to investigate, another participant put his hand on my shoulder. He furrowed his brow in a look of pain and shook his head slowly.

"You can't do anything for them."

In sub-loser's bracket I went up against a man in a suit whose face was cloaked in shadow. He spammed May's dolphin move. I lost.

As I went to go back upstairs, one of the tournament organizers held out her palm to stop me, and pointed towards a staircase leading further down instead.

Going down through the levels, I lost to many interesting participants. One player played exclusively by bashing the controller against his face. One player was a mushroom with a few circuit cables clipped onto it, that I later learned was able to play because its bioelectrical signals got sent to a machine that interpreted them as fighting game inputs. One player didn't touch their controller at all, but instead just told me their life story, which was so tragic that I picked up their controller and won for them.

Finally, at the very bottom floor, where construction standards were long abandoned and the stairs and walls were just messily carved out of the earth's stone, I faced my final player. It was a small bit of metal framework, with a controller nestled in it. On it was a tiny piston that just pressed the jab button exactly once every second. I lost.

I hung my head for a moment, then said "close game" and stuck my hand out for a handshake, before remembering that I had played against a metal framework cube with a piston in it and retracting my hand slowly. Then I heard a slow clapping from the darkness.

"No neutral. No footsies."

Out of the darkness slowly walked a woman about my age, clad in a decorative poofy dress that looked more expensive than my entire life savings. She smiled at me warmly, continuing to clap slowly, but there was a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"No meter management. No mixups. No spacing. No learning. No strategy…

…You're perfect."

"Wh-what?"

"You're perfect. I absolutely must have you."

"Have me for…um…for what…"

(Her eyes went wide as her smile grew more manic.)

"WHY, MY MORON FAILSON HAREM OF COURSE."

"Um, I-I"

"Tell me, what do you do for a living? Let me guess, you work at a fast food restaurant? Or, retail?"

"No, I'm a--I'm a comic artist."

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh my god, you are PERFECT. What will it take to get you."

"To-to ge--"

"You would be well taken care of, of course. 3 Michelin star dining for every meal. Only the finest, softest sweatpants and sweatshirts, pre-stained with whatever flavor of Takis your little heart desires. You would have access to the entire mansion except for the main foyer when I'm in business calls, and you could make all the comics and play all the fighting games you want."

"I'm uh--"

I knew that I had to think fast here.

"I'm already i-in a moron failson harem."

"Oh, DARN IT!! TELL ME, WHO IS IT??? WHO GOT YOU??"

"I-I think I'm not allowed to s-sa--"

She stomped her foot petulantly, her shoe clacking against the stone floor.

"WAS IT SHUXUAN?? IT'S ALWAYS SHUXUAN HOGGING ALL OF THE GOOD ONES."

"I-I'm sorry," I blurted out, shuffling along the wall to make a wide radius around her and then running up the staircase.

As I got home and began making my standard dinner of Trader Joe's microwave falafel, I thought about her offer. Maybe I should have taken her up on it after all. A 3 Michelin star meal right now wouldn't be so bad.

Then I hopped on Guilty Gear and lost 22 matches in a row.

[planetspaths]

we meet again, my arch nemesis, s3e7 of gilmore girls….

[yuujispinkhair]

Attending a formal family event with Sukuna

Modern!Sukuna x Reader (female). Fluff with some sexual implications. 1.3k words. Minors don't interact. Divider @/plutism

You didn't want to go to your great-aunt's 80th birthday party, where you only know about a third of the people, but they all seem to know you, and you are expected to do awkward small talk. But you couldn't back out, and now you are here in this fancy hotel, wearing a party dress and uncomfortable shoes with heels that make you feel wobbly on your feet.

But luckily, Sukuna is next to you, letting you hold onto his strong arm so you won't make a fool of yourself by falling in front of everyone. When you think about it, it was very easy to convince your boyfriend to accompany you. You even got the impression that he was happy that you wanted to bring him along to such a big family event, letting even the most distant family member know that Sukuna is the man in your life.

And surely, everyone knows by now. Sukuna has all eyes on him. He stands out with his imposing figure, the pink hair, and the face tattoos and various piercings. You can see the curious glances he gets, but Sukuna is someone who doesn't give a fuck, and instead even basks in the attention he gets, always grinning smugly at everyone who looks his way. And he never lets go of you, making sure everyone knows who he is here with.

It makes you feel strangely proud, too. You won't say it so as not to feed your boyfriend's arrogance even more, but you are beginning to enjoy the looks Sukuna receives. It feels good to show him off as your boyfriend. He looks sinfully good in his black pants and the black dress shirt that sits so snugly on his athletic figure, accentuating his broad shoulders and all the firm muscles.

But it's not just that Sukuna is sexy eye candy on your arm. You are grateful he is by your side because you feel much more at ease with him keeping you company. As boring and awkward as events like these can be, Sukuna is making it better, just like he always makes everything better.

He stands behind you close enough so you feel his tall, firm body brush against you, giving you comfort and security. And providing constant entertainment.

Sukuna leans down to rest his chin on top of your head, hugging you loosely and watching the crowd with his cat-like eyes, analyzing everyone in this room and sharing his deductions with you in his sexy, low voice the whole time.

You laugh and sometimes exclaim in mock outrage, but you find Sukuna's comments very fitting and funny. Your boyfriend is always a first-class shit-talker, and at least the hours pass faster when he is here to make you laugh with his surprisingly accurate character studies of each and every family member.

You catch yourself leaning against Sukuna, resting more of your weight on him, knowing he can easily take it. And he hums approvingly.

One strong arm is wrapped around your waist, Sukuna's large hand sprawling casually and yet possessively over your stomach, high enough so he can feel your heart beating under his fingers. A heart that is currently picking up speed because you can feel Sukuna's firm muscles press against your back, and his breath is ghosting over your neck before he places a soft kiss right under your earlobe.

The band starts to play, and all the older couples gather on the dance floor and wave at you to join them. You shake your head apologetically, but Sukuna takes your hand firmly in his and tugs you along, making you complain all the way to the dancefloor, telling Sukuna that you can't dance, but he just laughs and grins that boyish grin at you,

"Doesn't matter what you can or can't do, princess. I'll take the lead, so don't worry."

Sukuna spins you around the dance floor amidst the elderly couples as if he is doing this for a living. You stare at him with big eyes, while Sukuna smirks smugly and informs you that his grandpa taught him and Yuuji how to dance because he said a man needs to know how to take his girl dancing.

You realize you have already relaxed in Sukuna's arms, letting him take control and trusting him blindly to keep you upright. You see several nods of approval from the couples around you as you dance past them - or rather, your boyfriend steers you past them.

"I think you are winning their hearts, baby."

"Of course I am."

After a few more songs, Sukuna leads you back to your table, and you lean into his side and whisper a thank you to him, not even knowing what you tank him for right now. For dancing with you, or for making an effort to get your family to like him, or just for being here with you.

Sukuna answers it with one of his rare dazzling smiles and a whispered, "I love you," which you return with an equally whispered, "I love you, too," and a soft smile.

Your great-aunt pulls you to the side later and tells you that your boyfriend is such a handsome young man. She doesn't really like the face tattoos, but oh, it doesn't matter, right? If that is what young people do nowadays, and he looks good with them and is so handsome and so tall! Such a charming young man!

"Does he make you happy?"

You nod and beam at your great-aunt, unable to stop smiling from ear to ear,

"Yes, he does. He makes me very happy."

And she gets that cheeky expression on her face and nods knowingly,

"Oh, I bet that goes for every aspect of your relationship, huh?"

She winks at you, leaving no doubt about what she is implying. And you feel your face heat up, stuttering nervously and trying to laugh it off while your great-aunt pats your arm and tells you,

"Make sure to keep him, honey. A handsome, tall man who makes you happy and looks like he can protect you is always a good choice!"

You walk back to Sukuna, who is leaning casually against the wall with his hands shoved into the pocket of his suit pants. There's a shit-eating grin on his beautiful face, and you roll your eyes as you stop in front of him and tilt your head to look up at your boyfriend's face.

"What did your aunt say about me, princess?"

"Basically that you are very handsome and that she thinks you are good in bed."

The smug smirk on Sukuna's face grows even bigger, and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him, making you sway a bit on your heels, so you stumble against him and end up bracing yourself with both hands on Sukuna's chest. He sounds far too conceited when he says,

"Well, she is right. Wouldn't you agree?"

Sukuna cocks his head, waiting for your confirmation, and you laugh and wrap your arms around his neck, getting on your tiptoes with a matching teasing grin on your face. You slowly lean closer to Sukuna's tattooed face, pressing a little kiss on his cheek before you look deeply into his amused maroon eyes,

"I don't know, baby. Maybe I need a little reminder."

And Sukuna laughs softly,

"Oh, don't worry. I'll refresh your memory all night. And I promise to be very thorough."

His tongue flicks out to lick over your lips teasingly before it pushes into your mouth, and Sukuna kisses you deeply while his arms tighten around your waist, pulling you even closer to his tall, muscular body.

Maybe that 80th birthday party wasn't so bad after all.

I AM SIGHING SO LOUD 😭😭💗💗 I have no idea why I thought of this scenario, but it wouldn't leave my mind anymore, so I HAD to write it. The thought of bad boy Sukuna being able to charm your family into liking him makes me very soft for him :((

I hope you enjoyed it!! Thank you so much for reading! Reblogs and comments would be very sweet 💗

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Love Languages

Physical Touch

Expressing and receiving affection through touch, physical closeness, and other forms of physical connection.

hugging - just random, to give energy, to breathe them in

holding hands every chance they have

sitting close together, touching each other

gently massaging their partner

casually putting a hand on the other's body

pulling their partner on their lap

dancing together

being their big spoon

casually kissing their partner

warming their partner up by rubbing their body

running hands through their hair

cuddling on the couch together

letting them lay their head on their partner's lap

squeezing their knee in a public setting

pushing hair back behind the other’s ear

initiating sex and paying attention to their partner's preferences

More: Seeking out physical affection | Hand-holding | Hugs | Kisses | Touching | Cute interactions