#also the not saying i love you ever thing is a tiny exaggeration but yeah he doesnt really say it at all and

[jibitzlesscrocs]

matt sturniolo x reader

warning : none

kid for the day pt. 5

in which , riley has crush

The moment Matt walked through the front door with Riley slung over his shoulder like a tiny backpack, you knew something was up.

He wasn’t fuming exactly—no dramatic stomping or grumbling—but there was a tightness in his jaw, the kind he only got when he was this close to spiraling. Riley, on the other hand, was all sunshine and sparkles, babbling happily as she clutched her pink lunchbox.

“She said his name twice,” Matt said, almost accusingly, once he had both hands free and Riley had run off to play with her stuffed animals. “Like… with heart eyes.”

You blinked, halfway through unpacking her snack bag. “Whose name?”

Matt looked at you, stunned. “Theo. Some kid in her class. She says he shares his gummies and ‘makes her laugh in the silly way.’ And then she said she wants to marry him because he ’knows how to spell the color purple.’”

You bit your lip, trying really hard not to laugh. “That’s adorable.”

Matt threw his hands up. “Adorable? Babe. She’s four. Four. She’s supposed to be into dinosaurs and scribbling on the walls. Not boys.”

“She’s also into both those things,” you said, putting a hand on his shoulder to steady him. “Remember last night when she made that velociraptor noise so loud the neighbor’s cat ran away?”

Matt huffed, flopping onto the couch like a man in mourning. “Yeah, but this is different. This is… emotional. Romantic. She said she wanted to share her fruit snacks with him. That’s sacred.”

You walked over and sat beside him, curling up against his side. “Matt. Baby crushes are normal. It’s how she learns about feelings. It’s sweet, not serious.”

“She said he has nice elbows,” Matt muttered, like that was the ultimate betrayal.

You laughed, full and unfiltered. “Then I guess you better step it up, elbow-wise.”

He looked at you with exaggerated hurt, but his lips twitched into a reluctant smile.

“She’s growing up too fast,” he said quietly after a beat, resting his hand over yours.

You softened, brushing your fingers along the back of his hand. “She’s still your baby, Matt. Just a baby who’s learning what it feels like to like someone. And that’s a good thing. It means she feels safe. Happy. Curious.”

He sighed, gazing over at Riley who was now playing dress-up with her doll, babbling a pretend wedding script that ended with a high-pitched giggle and a crash of plastic teacups.

“Okay,” he said. “But if Theo ever breaks her heart, I’m filing a preschool restraining order.”

You grinned. “You can be her lawyer-slash-bodyguard.”

“Damn right,” he said proudly.

And you just sat there, your little family safe and whole, as your daughter experienced her first blush of young love—silly, innocent, and perfect.

taglist : @courta13 , @sunkissedsturniolos , @ivysturnss , @imsoborediwannadie , @emeraldsturns

MAI’S STORE

ahhhh ! another one for the series !!

[guckies]

In my Leo and Foolish feels so I wanna talk about them saying I love you/TQM(Te Quiero Mucho) to each other

Like that is the biggest deal to any doozer because Foolish just doesn’t say I love you ever and even in lore/rp he’s always hiding his true feelings. So that fact he never hesitates to say tqm or hide his feelings from Leo warms my heart so much. It’s just so them against the world. I love them so much!!!

[hsnlv]

jake! is the type to…

pairing: boyfriend!jake x fem!reader

warnings/others: fluff!!, there’s also smut so scroll if uncomfortable!!

a/n: hi, im back (not really lol) but ive been really busy with college lately so i dont really have time to update :( but i hope you’ll enjoy this💗 reblogs and comments are highly appreciated🎀 here’s my masterlist!

jake! is the type to lie to you for no reason at all because he always craves for your attention and he loves being babied :(

“baby, i swear it hurts!” his pout deepens as you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time now, his fingers playing with his bottom lip.

ridiculous, really. he told you that he fell down the floor and his lips hit the floor or something and he needs a kiss from you.

“jake, you’re fine,” you deadpan, crossing your arms.

“i’m not fine!” he whines dramatically, leaning closer. “my lip is throbbing, throbbing, and you don’t even care…”

his exaggerated sulking makes you stifle a laugh, but you shake your head. “you’re unbelievable.”

“you don’t love me,” he mumbles under his breath, flopping back on the couch with a dramatic sigh. “my lip is falling off, and you won’t even give me one tiny kiss to save me.”

your resolve falters at his pitiful expression, his big, pleading eyes locked on yours. with a sigh, you lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his bottom lip.

“better now?” you ask softly.

he grins instantly, his arms sneaking around your waist. “so much better. but… maybe one more?”

jake! is the type to always appreciate the little gifts you make though they are stupid sometimes. his mama raised him too well!

“here,” you say, holding out a small keychain you made. It’s uneven, the beads don’t quite match, and the tiny heart you drew on it is smudged—but you couldn’t help yourself.

jake takes it with a gasp, his eyes lighting up as if you’d just handed him the most precious treasure in the world. “you made this for me?”

“yeah, but it’s kind of ugly, isn’t it?” you mumble, suddenly shy.

“are you kidding?” he exclaims, turning it over in his hands like it’s priceless. “this is perfect. look at the little heart! and you picked my favorite color for the beads! baby, this is amazing.”

you laugh, watching as he immediately clips it onto his bag. “you don’t have to use it, you know.”

“of course I’m using it!” he says, beaming. “every time I see it, I’ll think of you. it’s my new good luck charm.”

he leans over to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “you’re the best, you know that?”

jake! is the type to get jealous over the smallest things too because he’s a big baby who wants your attention for him and himself only!!! :(

“you were laughing a lot back there,” jake mutters, slumping onto the couch with a pout.

you glance at him, confused. “what are you talking about?”

“with him,” he grumbles, crossing his arms. “you looked so happy. giggling and all…”

“him?” you blink, wracking your brain. “jake, what are you—wait.” your eyes land on layla, his fluffy golden retriever, sprawled happily on the floor after you’d been showering her with belly rubs and baby talk for the past ten minutes. “are you jealous of your dog?”

he flushes instantly but doesn’t back down, his pout deepening. “you were giving her so much attention. i’m right here, and all I got was a ‘hi, babe.’”

“jake…” you laugh, sitting beside him. “are you serious right now?”

“yes! you even said she was the cutest thing ever. what about me?” he huffs, looking every bit like a sulky child.

“you’re ridiculous,” you tease, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “you’ll always be my cutest, okay?”

his frown melts into a satisfied grin, and he pulls you closer. “good. but no more calling Layla ‘cutie.’ that’s my title.”

jake! is the type to always joke around a lot but he knows tooooo well how to comfort you with his words and gestures whenever you’re in doubt of yourself <3

“why do you even put up with me?” you mumble, staring down at your hands as doubt creeps into your chest. “i’m not… i don’t think i’m enough sometimes.”

the room grows quiet for a moment—so quiet you almost wish he’d crack one of his usual jokes to lighten the mood. but instead, jake kneels in front of you, gently taking your hands in his.

“hey,” he says softly, tilting his head to meet your gaze. his eyes hold none of his usual teasing—just warmth and sincerity. “where’s all this coming from, baby?”

you hesitate, shrugging. “i don’t know… i just feel like I’m not doing enough. or being enough.”

his hands tighten around yours, and he shakes his head. “don’t say that. you’re more than enough, okay? you’re everything. you’re smart, you’re kind, and you make every single day better just by being you.”

you sniffle, feeling tears well up, but jake smiles, leaning closer. “besides, if you weren’t perfect, how could you have me wrapped around your finger like this, huh?”

you laugh through the tears, and he grins, brushing a thumb across your cheek. “there’s that smile.” he slowly lays you down on the bed, his hands caressing your waist delicately. “now, how about i remind you of how perfect you are?”

jake! is the type to be the sweetest in bed!! always whispering sweet things to you while he’s fucking you so delicately as if you’re a glass that can break anytime soon.

“you’re perfect,” he whispers, his forehead pressed gently against yours, his breath warm on your skin. his hands move over you like he’s memorizing every curve, every inch, as though you’re something sacred.

“i love you,” he murmurs, his voice soft but heavy with emotion, his lips brushing against yours in fleeting, delicate kisses. his movements are slow, careful, as if you’re made of glass—fragile and precious, something he wants to protect and cherish. but god, does he know how to make you feel so fucking good.

“does it feel good, baby?” he asks, his voice dropping lower, his eyes searching yours while his hips are moving with a steady pace. his cock is moving in and out of your sweet little cunt, making him biting his lips hard to make sure he doesn’t cum too soon from how fucking good you feel around him. “hm? my sweet girl deserves to feel good, yeah? fuck—”

his hands hold you firmly yet tenderly, pulling you closer, keeping you grounded in him. “look at me,” he says softly, his thumb brushing your cheek as he gazes at you like you’re his whole world. “there’s no one else, nothing else—just you. you’re everything to me.”

he hisses at the feeling of your tight walls wrapped around his cock. it feels as if you were made for him and him only. the way he fits so perfectly in you, the way he never gets bored of the feeling of you around him, both cunt and mouth wise. the way your moan sounds so good in his ears that it can seriously be his lullaby to put him to sleep. the way he can practically see heaven whenever he’s fucking you.

“doing so good for me, yeah?” he cooes, brushing the strands of hair that sticks on your forehead. fuck! he swears he can cum only by the sight of you panting and squirming underneath him. the feeling of his tip constantly abusing your sweet spot in the most delicious way ever makes you let out a small whimper alongside with a soft ‘jakey…’, making him groan against your neck as he breathes in your sweet sweet scent.

“atta girl. come for me, baby. you look so fucking pretty like this…” the feeling of his warm release coats your wall, his breathing heavy and hard, his grip on your thighs are firm as he tries to ground himself hard.

with him, it’s more than physical—it’s a connection, a reminder that you are seen, loved, and treasured completely.

“my sweet girl deserves one more, yeah?” he says before he starts to move again, his cock twitching.

jake! is the type to pamper you with small kisses, caresses and praises for aftercare, making sure you will always feel loved— before, during and after your intimate moments together!

“how’re you feeling, baby?” he whispers, his voice tender as his fingers gently comb through your hair. he cradles you close, like you’re the most precious thing in the world, his warmth wrapping around you like a safety net.

before you can even answer, his lips find your forehead, lingering there for a moment before planting a trail of tiny kisses along your temple, your cheeks, your nose, and finally the corner of your mouth. “did so well for me,” he murmurs between kisses, his voice so soft it makes your heart ache. “so good, so pretty, hm?”

he pulls the blanket over both of you, tucking you in snugly while his hands wander your back in the gentlest strokes. “you’re perfect, baby. so perfect,” he says, his tone full of awe as he tilts your chin up to meet his gaze. “i don’t think i’ll ever stop being in love with you.”

he grabs a water bottle and holds it up to your lips, grinning when you take a sip. “good girl,” he says softly, pressing another kiss to your hair.

and just when you think he’s done, he starts whispering sweet nothings, his lips brushing against your ear. “thank you for trusting me. thank you for being mine. i’ll never stop taking care of you, okay?”

his kisses and praises don’t stop, his hands constantly finding yours to lace your fingers together, his every word reminding you how loved you are.

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[magicalrocketships]

More Max mpreg! Continues from part 1 here. Masterpost here.

(contains mpreg, reference to giving birth, Max Verstappen's bad dad and also past abuse.)

rivers of light part 2

Max's baby hates flying. 

Bastiaan cries through the plane taxiing, the safety briefing, then take off. He cries all the way from leaving the gate to the seatbelt sign flicking off, at which point Daniel unbuckles his belt and moves one seat over until he's next to Max. 

"I know, baby," Daniel says. "Flying sucks." He makes an exaggerated sad face, but Bastiaan's too busy having the worst day of his little life so far to melt under Daniel's gaze. 

It's normally just Max who does that — melt — but Max is too tired and too stressed out and too fucking overwhelmed to cope with the re-emergence of the one person who's previously always made him want more than he can ever have. The only thing he's thinking about now is his little sad baby. 

Max undoes his seat belt, and tries to shift so that Bastiaan's more comfortable. "He wants to be at home," he says. "It's the only place he knows."

"Yeah," Daniel says. "Don't we all." He reaches over and strokes the crook of his finger over Bastiaan's little red tearstained cheek. "What can we do to make your day better, little guy?"

If Max hadn't been so busy trying to cope with Daniel beside him before the plane left the gate, he might have remembered the advice he'd read on the internet, about feeding a baby through take off to keep them quiet. He might have managed to do it in front of Daniel without feeling weird and embarrassed, but he hadn't thought of it until it was too late. Anyway, Bastiaan is proving to be a strong-willed little thing, fussy about mealtimes. He doesn't want to feed unless he's very hungry. Maybe he's like Max, who doesn't snack and only eats if it's a mealtime. That's not genetics, though. When Max was very little, his mum used to let him have snacks. It was only his dad who wouldn't let him eat between meals, even if his tummy wouldn't stop rumbling. Bastiaan won't ever feel hunger like that. Max has made him a promise. And he'd fed him in the car before coming into the airport, so Bastiaan had had his fill. 

Max kisses Bastiaan's hair. He's a little blond baby, small. He'd been just under 3kg when he was born, curled up and fierce even as Max had held him for the first time, announcing his arrival with the tiniest cries Max had ever heard. His baby, his own baby, his son. 

"Shush, little baby," Max says. "I know it's not home. I'm sorry." He wants to cry too. Wants to give in and tell the world he's scared, he's alone, he doesn't know what the fuck he's doing or how to look after this tiny baby who relies on Max for everything. "You're very lovely, my baby. My very gorgeous baby. That's right." Bastiaan's settling. Curled up against Max's chest. It's his favourite place to be. Max's favourite place for him to be too. He wants to be at home like Bastiaan does. He understands why Bastiaan's crying. 

"You got someone meeting you at the other end?" Daniel asks. "Maybe this little one's other dad?"

Max doesn't blush. Bastiaan was an accident. A long weekend in Ibiza seeing Martijn DJ, a break after the endless physio sessions and relentless pressure from his dad after Max's second leg surgery. He'd only just been off his crutches. There had been three different guys, although Max supposes he can rule out the one he'd sucked off in a club toilet. He couldn't even go down on his knees because his leg was still fucked up; he'd had to sit on the toilet seat and suck him off like that. It doesn't much matter. He can't remember any of their names, let alone their faces. One of them gave him Bastiaan, and it's a gift Max will be forever thankful for, even if he can't gift his baby with his other daddy. He'll be enough for two dads. He'll be enough for three, if Max thinks about his own dad. 

Max doesn't much remember his dad pushing him down the stairs. It's like it happened to someone else, some other boy who'd found out he was pregnant and was trying to deal with the fall out. It hadn't, though. It had happened to him. Max had waited three more days to leave. The bleeding stopped on the second. Max had heard his dad on the phone to the abortion clinic on the third. 

He'd gone that night, and he hadn't looked back. He's been alone ever since. 

"No," Max says. "It's just me and Bastiaan. Nobody's meeting us."

"I've got a car," Daniel says. "I can take you wherever you need to go. Drop you off. Whatever."

Max looks at him. He wants to cry, but he doesn't. He's forgotten how to, somewhere along the line. "I'm seeing Cyril," he says finally. "I'm going to ask if I can race for him."

The look Daniel gives him could be pity, but Max won't let it be. Daniel's racing for Cyril already. Max could too. His body's always, always done what he wanted it to. It won't be different now just because Max has had a baby. He can race. He'll race whenever, however, whatever. It's all he knows. Just because he can't go back—

Everything changes. Everything moves on. It's okay. 

He kisses Bastiaan's hair again. Breathes him in. His little, milky-soft baby. So small, so wanted, so alone. 

"I can do it," Max says. "I just need a chance."

"I know," Daniel says softly. "You always were incredible." He touches Bastiaan's hand with his finger. "I'll give you a lift. I'm seeing him myself. I'll take you right to his door."

Max lets out a ragged, desperate breath. Hold on, he thinks. Hold on. It's all going to change. 

Bastiaan, tiny and tired in Max's arms, closes his eyes. 

part three at the masterpost here.

[interloved]

modern!anakin skywalker as your professor + age gap

lowkey daddy professor!anakin x bimbo!reader

description box; anakin is your professor and your boyfriend. that blurs the lines between his job and you being his student sometimes — but he can’t ever deny his sweet girl a request, and this time you want him to give his honest opinion on the essay you’ve written for an assignment he gave his students, including you.

warnings; nsfw warning, blow job, MINOR BLOGS DNI!!, age gap, smut under the cut!

HE’S TAKING TOO LONG to read it. he’s rereading the same lines, again and again, and he’s frowning.

“you don’t like it.”

you hate the way your quivers, like you’re weak and… and dependant. oh, but you are. you depend on his every word and action like he’s your lifeline.

“no — no, sweetheart, i do, it’s just…” and then, anakin sighs and sets aside his glasses, looking into your eyes directly with his startlingly piercing, frost-coloured eyes.

he’s struggling to find words that won’t bruise your ego too badly. anakin never lies to you, but he can’t find it in him to give you a brutally honest review.

anakin sits on the couch as you pace nervously in front of him, the table in front of him filled with documents, his laptop and… that damned essay.

“it’s just what?” you inquire, and your voice is already breaking, “you hate my essay! i can hear it!”

and then, all the dams break; you’re turning away from him and all the tears start flooding and the overthinking starts to claw its way into your soul.

“you’re… you’re gonna give me an F! you’re going to fail me, i’m going to fail this class — you, you hate my essay…” you’re falling into complete despair.

anakin winces, this is exactly the reaction he had wanted to prevent.

“oh, c’mere, sweet girl, i don’t hate your essay. it’s just a little, er… childish wording, but that’s nothing to worry about — ‘m not gonna fail you, all right?”

you sniffle, and for a moment, your tears stop. “y-you’re not?”

anakin winces again — he may be your boyfriend and he may love you, but he’s also your professor and has to keep a certain neutrality towards the work you offer to him as his student. but he can’t deny it, being so close to you, it’s been blurring the lines of professionalism. you’re such a sweet, little thing — so pretty and so young, so soft and so kind-hearted. he couldn’t ever say no to any of your requests.

and maybe you’ve learned to use that against him somehow. he’s given you way too many A’s and B’s that you did not deserve because as much as he loves you as a person, you are a bad writer. you’re not hopeless; there is definitely a good basic idea and core in every one of your essays, just the execution… somehow fails to be amazing every time. and he’s not exaggerating.

“yeah… yeah, i’ll give you a C, m’kay, kid? it’s not a bad essay, pretty, it just needs a little polishing.” he comforts you, caging your, in comparison to him, small frame in his warm, trained arms.

but this time, you frown. “a C? you… you’ve never given me a C before.”

it’s always been A’s and B’s.

anakin struggles to find the right words again, “well, this time your performance was a tiny bit… lacking… but just a little, darling, no need to cry — aw, sweetheart, don’t cry…”

“l-l-lacking? i’m… lacking?” you wail as you push away his arms and pace to the kitchen, this time sobbing violently.

when he reaches you, your eyes are all puffy and red, and he panics.

“no, you’re not lacking!” he protests, think, anakin, think, “i’ll… i’ll give you an A, m’kay? so stop crying, please, you’re too pretty to be crying like that over a grade.”

your sobbing stops slowly, and a relieved smile makes its way onto your lips. “r-really? thank you so much, ani! love you so much!”

you squeal and jump into his arms, and it’s like the rainbows have started showing after the storm. anakin laughs at your excitement but mentally slaps himself — he’d sworn himself he wouldn’t give you good grades without you earning them anymore, but it appears he really just can’t say no to his little darling.

“i’ll make it up to you, i promise!” you swear to him, covering his handsome face with kisses, and he grins cheekily.

“oh really? how’re you gonna do that, little lady?” he chuckles good-naturedly.

and you think, you think real hard. and you jump down, out of his embrace, and you thank him in the only way you know.

you lead him to the couch and settle between his legs, and you unbuckle his belt.

“oh, like that? i didn’t mean that—” anakin stops whatever he was going to say when you take him whole. whole.

a choked, throaty moan escapes his lips and almost automatically, his big hands reach for your hand; his hand almost covers the whole back of your head, and his fingers are getting tangled in your soft hair, and he bucks up into your soft lips.

“fuck,” he groans and he closes his eyes, and he looks so breathtaking, so handsome, like a greek god, “god, what did i do to deserve you… such a beautiful, obedient girl… must’ve saved a country in my past life to deserve you.”

he feels your lips curling up at his praise and he looks down, and it’s a sight to behold. big, innocent doe eyes looking up at him like he’s a god you’re worshipping, nothing but pure admiration and love shining in those eyes.

“my god, you’re so adorable,” he praises you, eyes closed and brows furrowed so prettily, moaning when you begin to deepthroat him, your pretty head going up and down, up and down, “so, so, so pretty…”

and then, his chiselled abs tenses, his thighs quiver slightly, and you know he’s close.

“c’mon,” he whispers, “swallow.”

and you obey, like his good little girl.

if he’s getting thanked this dedicatedly by a student, surely he can make exceptions from time to time.

he doesn’t get paid enough anyway.

[ghxstlike]

you shut my mouth (and buckle my knees)

pairing: mike schmidt/gn!reader

content: reader is michael's next door neighbor, mike is so awkward, mike has social anxiety & is bad at words, reader is so oblivious, reader is 19 & mike is 20/21, reader has daddy issues, fluff, this takes place before the events in the movie, no use of y/n.

summary: mike’s been avoiding you recently, and you automatically think he’s mad at you. when babysitting abby, she tells you the truth about his feelings about you.

author's note: the title is a lyric from ‘i want to be with you’ by chloe moriondo! also!! the fnaf movie is AMAZING and it’s one of my favorite movies now. this is cross posted on ao3!! enjoy :)

he’s never this quiet.

he’s always somewhat quiet, yeah, but not deathly silent. and he usually doesn’t avoid you, either.

being a babysitter is something you never expected when you moved into the house right next mike’s. you moved in about a year ago with your mom, due to her divorce with your dad. your dad wasn’t the greatest man, nor the best dad. he never left, but he was never involved in your life. so, your mom was pretty much a single mom. your mom wanted to move far away from your dad, landing up in the middle of absolutely nowhere.

a few days after moving in, your mom introduced you to mike and his little sister abby. the first time you’ve ever seen mike was…awkward, to say the least. you could tell mike wasn’t very comfortable in the conversation at first, with the way he swung back and forth on his heels. you, on the other hand, couldn’t focus with the most hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life standing in front of you. you loved the shade of brown his eyes were, they reminded you of a beautiful forest in the fall, late at night.

mike voiced to you both about how his recent babysitter wasn’t returning his calls and wasn’t showing up, so you stepped up to be abby’s new babysitter. you’re glad you did, since now you’re able to do fun things during the day and not sit in your room reading some lame book. you don’t get paid much, but that was the least of your worries.

now, you’re in the kitchen cleaning dishes. it was about 8 pm, so abby was already fast asleep. you and abby baked cookies and there was already a huge mess. in the middle of mixing the wet and dry ingredients together to make a dough, abby pinched up a bit of flour and threw it at you. you looked up at her with an exaggerated gasp and a hand over your heart. to play with her little charade, you grabbed a tiny bit and threw in her direction. the fight of throwing flour between the two of you suddenly stopped as mike walked through the door. a feeling of guilt ran through your body when you realized what you’ve done, but there was still a huge smile on your face as you waved at him.

ever since then, he’s been sitting on the couch watching some sort of old cartoon. he usually stays in the kitchen with you, sitting at the table and talking about your day with abby. out of seemingly no where, mike stopped this routine. it bummed you out, obviously, but you didn’t want to force him to talk to you.

you sigh, grabbing the green and yellow sponge that was placed next to the sink. your mind began to wander, thinking about earlier that day. you feel terrible, but you just wanted abby to have a bit of fun. you shouldn’t have let it go that far.

you know how it feels to start something fun, and have it end up with your body filling with shame and embarrassment. especially at abby’s age. the last thing you want abby to feel is embarrassment from an adult. you also never wanted mike to be mad at you, but you have a slight feeling he already is.

you sigh again as you realize you haven’t apologized to mike about what he walked into. you bite your lip, turning around to see mike still sitting on the couch, eyes fixated on the TV.

you gently place the remainder of the dishes in the dishwasher, then quietly walk over to mike. you sit on the same couch as him, but on the other end of it. you look down at your lap, your eyes tracing the all the lines in your palm. after a few moments of being silent yourself, you speak up.

“mike?” you say in a hushed voice. his response was almost immediate.

he hums, eyes flicking to you and back at the screen. “yeah?”

his flat, low voice always made you feel warm inside. making your heart and stomach flutter with butterflies. but this time, the warmth that his voice brings goes directly down to your stomach, twisting it with anxiety. his whole presence made you feel giddy, like you were in high school with a newly founded crush. you swallow thickly before you speak again.

“i just wanted to apologize for earlier.” you pause, trying to find the right words to say and not mess this up. you want mike to speak to you, you want mike to spend time with you, you just miss him. “i-i shouldn’t have let it get that far.” you murmur.

mike doesn’t say anything at first, he just looks over at you again and nods. “you’re good.”

your stomach churns at his dry response. you nod at him, wiping your clammy hands on your jean-clad knees. “i should get going,” you say under your breath. again, mike doesn’t respond. he just watches you walk to the door, putting on your shoes in a hurry.

mike runs a hand through his curly hair, trying to figure out what he wants to say. he wants to say something, atleast a goodnight, but nothing comes out. you were too busy tying up your shoes to notice his conflicting face.

you open the front door of mike’s home and look over your shoulder. “have a good night, mike.” you say with a smile. mike’s hand does a slight wave, not returning the smile. you shut the door quietly, feeling absolutely crushed.

one of mike’s hands run down his face, hating himself for not saying something before you left. he also hated the way his heart clenched as you looked so sad when you walked out the door. “god dammit.” he grumbled to himself.

days have passed from that night. mike is still avoiding you, and being extremely quiet around you. you know it’s just you he’s being quiet around, since you hear him arguing with abby when you enter his home in the afternoon. just the thought of mike being mad at you pains you to your core, so much so that you avoid him yourself. you feel absolutely terrible, but stirring the pot could make it worse.

mike obviously notices your recent behavior, but didn’t say anything about it. instead, he’d think about it deeply when he’s in bed late at night. for weeks, he’d sleep terribly, just staying up all night figuring out what to say to you to make things better. he misses talking to you, he misses hearing your beautiful laughter and how your eyes sparkle with life when you talk about your interests.

today wasn’t very eventful, it was rather peaceful. you and abby sat at the dinner table, drawing each other pictures and talking. you noticed a drawing she was finished with and picked it up. it seemed to be you, mike, and abby all holding hands in front of a house. you smile softly, glancing up at abby, who’s doodling away with a yellow crayon. you look back down at the artwork and notice a small detail between the drawing of you and mike.

“abs?” you call out, not looking up from the paper. you hear a quiet clank as abby set down her crayon.

“yes?” she looks up at you, a slight smile apparent on her face. you set down the paper and slide it over to her. she looks down at her art, then back up at you.

“what’s up with the heart between me and mike?” you question, your stomach filling with nerves.

abby shrugs, the smile on her face never faltering as she talks. “he likes you, duh.” she giggles.

you sit up straight as your eyes widen. “what?” you whisper. your mind is running wild with all sorts of thoughts- he likes you?

“mike talks about you all the time,” she explains, picking up the yellow crayon again. “i hear him talking to himself about how-”

“abby.”

both of your heads snap toward the front door. it’s mike, he seems angry; his face is a slight pink and his hand is tightly clutching onto his bookbag that’s slung over his shoulder. abby quickly gathers up all of her art supplies that were scattered across the table and flees to her room, giggling loudly. you watch her run, smiling at her cute antics.

you hear a chair being pulled out and see that mike is sitting across from you. the picture of the three of you remains. mike only glances at it and seems to wince with a clenched jaw. he doesn’t look happy at all. you bite the inside of your cheek, getting all wrapped up in your head about what mike is thinking.

abby clearly had a misunderstanding of what mike was actually feeling. she had to.

minutes pass, and not a single word is said. to save your embarrassment (and his), the chair under you screeches as you stand up. “i-i’ll leave,” you suddenly mumble. you don’t notice the way mike’s head snaps up, watching you start to make your way to the door.

mike calls out your name before you’re able to reach the door. “stay,” he pauses to clear his throat. “uh, please.”

you turn around to see mike staring at you with his eyebrows slightly raised. without hesitation or any word, you sit back down. “is everything okay?” your voice sounds so soft, it makes mike’s heart melt.

he nods quickly, scratching the back of his neck. you can see that one of mike’s legs are bouncing and you can see sweat build up on his forehead. he loosens his tie, which makes your whole body warm up. you could feel the warmth spread throughout your limbs, stopping at your toes and fingertips.

“you don’t look okay, a-are you sick?” you exclaim with a worried look on your face. mike shakes his head no, huffing out a laugh.

“no, i’m okay, promise.” a grin appears on his face, amused with your sudden worry. “i just- abby wasn’t lying.” he blurts out, his eyes not meeting yours. you seemed to have a confused expression, so he went further. “when she said i like you.”

oh.

“oh.”

mike looks back at you, seeing that you’re completely and utterly flustered. he was right, you don’t see him the way he sees you. he feels himself sweat more, “is there something wrong?”

“no! no, no,” you ramble, laughing awkwardly. “is that why you were avoiding me for weeks on end?” you ask, your voice getting into a higher pitch. mike nods silently, eagerly awaiting for your response.

now that you think about it, everytime that you were in close contact with mike, his whole body would tense up and his face would turn pink. you almost hit yourself for not noticing sooner. instead, you laugh quietly. one of mike’s eyebrows raise, looking at you with a confused expression.

“i thought you were mad at me.” you mumble, fiddling with your fingers.

mike’s expression softens, “why would i be mad at you?”

“the day where abby and i made a mess out of the kitchen with flour,” you replied with a shrug. “that was the day where you started avoiding me.”

mike’s mouth opened, then closed. he did this a few times before finally saying: “that day was when i realized i liked you.”

you stayed silent as he continued. “i really didn’t mean to avoid you, but i just..” he stops and takes a deep breath. “i just, y’know, couldn’t find words when i was around you.”

your heart almost skipped a beat at his words, smiling ever so brightly at him. you felt so many emotions in that moment, where mike felt like he was about to faint from how pretty you look when you smile. he gives you a grin in return.

“i like you, too.” you say, still smiling. you giggle as mike sighs in relief.

his hand reaches over the table to grab yours. his hand is a little sweaty, but you don’t mind a bit.

he clears his throat, “that means i can take you on a date, right?”

you squeeze his hand tightly and nod before you realize something.

“who will babysit abby?”

[doki-doki-imagines]

Okay so I'm NOT the anon who requested the lin keui trio +earthrealm defenders reaction to y/n asking them to eat pineapple to make their cum taste better.

But I'm about to be the non-anon that requests a follow-up of the lin keui trio +earthrealm defenders reaction to seeing y/n EATING pineapple right in front of them afterwards to make their(y/n's) cum taste better.

Or even just for your name to say "I had pineapple" and guage reaction.

Fun ask, last time. Fun answer, too! Thank you for writing it. No pressure on this ask, love your work!

author note: sequel of this. I don't think I should laugh so much doing these kind of hcs LMAO. Also thanks for your kind words!!

tw: vulgar language, some suggestive but nothing nsfw is described.

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Johnny Cage: -He would do the nose flick and smile from one ear to the other. -Johnny is so showing off, he just misses the peacock's tail being wide open and he would be perfect. -"You'd really do anything to be eaten out by me, mh?" He says trying to block the new smile by biting his lower lip "Amazing technique, right?" -Best advice: fuck the arrogance out of him. It won't work but at least it will be a fun time.

Kenshi Takahashi: -He…he can't see you. -Kenshi understands you are drinking something, but he really can't tell what's inside. -"I have been drinking pineapple juice lately." You say trying to sound as smooth as possible. "That's good, it has excellent anti-inflammatory properties." He replies kissing your forehead. -Kenshi knows from the moment the fruit name rolled out from your lips where things were going. -Did you try to tease him? Send him a message? Too bad, ask nicely or even better, beg. He won't give up for anything less.

Kung Lao: -He looks at you with such as big smirk… -"So, are you getting ready for later?" Lao whispers in your ear, hands sliding toward your backside. "Yeah, I have to meet with Raiden." -1HKO. -Seems only right to tease him back.

Raiden: -He stutters a bit when he sees you gulping down a cup of the juice. -"You don't have to exaggerate. I appreciate the feeling, but don't hurt yourself." He says before softly knocking your foreheads together. -This guy can be so overwhelmingly sweet.

Liu Kang: -He looks at you, sitting on the kitchen chair while you gulp a big glass of pineapple juice down, your back towards the stove. -"I know what you are doing. You are so silly" He chuckles "Bend." "What?" You reply unimpressed putting the now empty glass on the counter. -"Bend." Liu Kang says again, but his voice is full of mirth. "Or what?" You challenge him. -It all happens in a second. You bat your eyes and you feel his strong hands on your forearms pushing you around and bending you down. "Or I'll do it. Let's see if the juice benefits already worked on your body." -They did not. But if you knew challenging authorities was so fun you would have done that way earlier!

Geras: -"I appreciate the effort, it warms my heart knowing my partner would go to such an extent, but-" He pushes away the glass from your lips "There are different diets that have the same effect. I know you hate pineapple juice." "Geras, I love you." You choke a bit on your spit, hating the taste in your mouth. -He chuckles at your words "It's my pleasure." -Geras doesn't have to look at the future to know you'll never drink that ever again.

Bi-Han: -The scowl is permanent on his face, but this time he isn't angry. -There is a tiny voice in the back of his mind screaming "they would do anything for you, for your pleasure!" -Bi-Han basks on the idea that his partner is wrapped around his thick fingers. -If you don't make any mistakes during the day you'll receive your prize in the evening…

Kuai Liang: -Well he drank it with no problem so he doesn't mind if you do either. -May want to try that dumb thing of crossing glasses but he ends up being too forceful making juice go down more on your face than your mouth. -You laugh so Liang isn't worried. -"Your shirt is stained, it will be a mess if we don't clean it up. Let me help you remove it…" -The shirt was soon forgotten.

Tomas Vrbada: -"At my three we both drink. 1, 2, 3-" "W-Wait I have a better idea…" Look neither of you likes pineapple juice that much and this looks more like torture than anything else. -So…Tomas put a finger at the bottom of your glass, pushing it towards your lips to make you drink a sip. -And then he kisses you! Sucking your lips and therefore the juice out of your mouth. Tomas also spills his juice on your neck, licking it up while hands travel south. -Look he is doing it for the both of you! A new way to enjoy such a mid beverage! -The fact that he wanted to fuck you senseless since tomorrow morning is totally not correlated.

[anonymouscheeses]

Im sorry i have to say it..: Get Your Hands Dirty sounds like a love song.

HEAR. ME. OUTT!! (No i dont mean a love song between Chloe n Ella omg 😭)

What I'm implying here is that it sounds like one of those niche high school love stories when one of the lovers(most likely a goodie two-shoes) goes to their mentor/parent/even the person their loving/etc to ask for advice on relationships. Or more specifically, if this person is worth it or even a good person. From the top of my head: I Won't Say (I'm In Love) and the goodie and the wildchild dynamic is pretty similar to Gabriella and Troy from hs musical, which iws(iil) kinda inspired this post tbh but also ive been thinking about this ever since i first watched the movie. (You plop in ur own songs, i js KNOW this trope exists)

Now that we've established the well used niche trope existing in this niche song made by the niche king that is Disney.... why do i think that Get Your Hands Dirty is a love song, i hear?

Lets analyze THE LYRIICS 😈😈

"Right and wrong, cruel and kind, who's to say?" "There's a code that I believe in."

"Robin Hood" "yeah?" "Awesome guy" "yeah!"

"Every choice, you're gonna find there's shades of grey." "There are rules for a reason!"

"So you could then cross that line, theoretically."

"You'd agree?" "But he stole for the poor."

"The decision's always up to you. When there's only one thing left to do"

"I don't know you anymore.."

Okay, so i shortened and made it tiny for obvious reasons, that bein its too long 😭 so! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS A FEEELIN?? a feelin that this is SCREAMING denial?! Its giving...

Chloe: Ellaaaa.... this girl im talkn to is SOOO HHHOOOOTT and PRETTY and cool and stuff but ugh.... SHE EEEVILLL!!

Ella: oh my gosh.. STFU. Shes prolly not even that evil ill prove it smh..

*get ur hands dirty starts playing. No exaggeration. No cap.*

"Okay, but there's some universal truths you must recognize." "Like?"

"Valiant knights, pure and good, guaranteed" "That depends on what they're fighting for"

"Creepy witches selling potions for evil deeds" "She could have kids she's providing for"

"If your good-good things will come to you"

MORE denial, Chloe wants to be friends with Red SO bad she looks stupid, but she brings herself back by trying to prove to herself that she's evil and they SHOULDN'T be that close. Which also is a big sign of comphet and heteronormativity, i would know 🧍 (which is a post for another day i might make. Prolly 2 prove that Chloe is a lesbian in deep comphet)

"But just how far do you go? How much do you compromise? Oh, tell me, how do you know. Where do you draw the line?"

"There's nothing I wouldn't do. If my heart tells me it's right. If it's for someone I love. If it's to save a life."

"To save your life."

Further deepening the trope i mentioned. The first line could be interpreted as a double meaning since the song is kind of mostly about Chloe coming to terms with the fact Red isn't really evil or as bad as she thought, plus the argument of where the line between evil and good is. It could refer to Red or Ella, maybe both, but Ella changes the meaning with her own experiences so it drifts off the focus from Red because we cant have ANYTHING 🤧 but i still believe Chloe intended it to be for Red since the entire song is really just for the progress of their relationship n stuff.

Now this could definitely all be in my head, yes, Disney would most likely NEVER canonize or even imply heavily a queer relationship or anything lgbtq on a pre established franchise (cowards.). But there is always a chance.... deep inside the dark heart of the mouse..

Plus, with the subtle hints here and there of Red and Chloe's relationship growing, romantically or not, they are still super close and love eachother alot. Chloe is js (kinda) canonically a girl kisser who cant help but find a girl kissable (same)

And don't get me started on this movie and its obsession with love and proving how it is not "ain't it". Hello...? They set the tone of love, but i see NO person close enough to Red established for this message (other than Chloe) and if they introduce some random guy in the next movies, NO ONE would care nor would they want it unless somehow its 100x better than redcharming, but thats impossible cz wlw 4 life.

So, this entire thingy is me basically finding scraps and wanting to provr that charminghearts IS canon and WILL be established soon! (Im delulu)

[magia-nera]

heartbreak girl

── ryan ross x fem!reader

summary: after yet another phone call from you, heartbroken because of your asshole boyfriend, ryan can't take it anymore.

warnings: couple of curse words

word count: 538

a/n: loosely inspired by “heartbreak girl” and “just saying” by 5sos!

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

“What is it?”, Ryan sighed as soon as he picked up the phone, “I swear, if it’s that idiot you call your boyfriend-”

You wept, “Yeah…”

Ryan hated this. As your best friend, he was the one you called whenever that stupid excuse of a man you were dating hurt you. And it happened a lot. But he didn’t only hate the fact his best friend was suffering. Cause to him, you were not just a best friend, you were his first and only love, with the worst part being your obliviousness to the whole thing.

“What’d he do this time?”, he huffed. Despite being annoyed — he’d rather not think about the fact another man could get your affection — he still had to help you, and he also hated when you were sad.

“Oh, I just… maybe I’m exaggerating, but I think I saw him texting a girl… and you know how it went last time,” you explained through tears and sniffles.

“Ugh, fucking cheater,” mumbled Ryan. ‘I could never cheat on her, what an asshole’.

“You know what you should do, I told you a ton of times,” said Ryan.

“Yeah I know, but… I can’t leave him, I just can’t,”

“Why? You could easily find someone better, like you deserve,” like me, he thought.

“I don’t know…”

“That’s just the right thing to do. He keeps treating you like shit, I’d never do tha- fuck,” it was too late, he was sure you heard everything.

The phone fell silent.

“Hey? You there?”, the apprehension in Ryan’s voice was palpable.

“Yes, sorry. What were you saying?”, your voice sounded softer now. Calmer.

“Ah nothing, just- he’s a jerk. You deserve someone better,” he exhaled.

“Like you?”, you whispered.

If only you could see Ryan now. His face turned ghastly white. Was this the end? He knew he had to wait, eventually you would have gotten over that stupid douche and you would have seen that Ryan was the best guy you could have asked for. But he slipped up, he rushed, he got upset and let it slip. And now everything you two had was about to end.

“Ryan?”

“Yeah sorry, I- I got distracted,” he snapped back from his pessimistic internal monologue.

“So… did you mean it?”

“What?”, he tensed up again.

“You know, that you’d treat me better. As in, you’d be a better boyfriend?”, you inquired.

Oh well, cat’s out the bag now, might as well admit it, “Yeah, that’s what I meant. I get it if you don’t wanna talk to me anymo-”

You didn’t let him finish, “No Ryan, I still wanna see you and talk to you. Why don’t you show me if what you said is gonna be true?”

He was sure his heart exploded. Or his brain short circuited. Or- he was gonna go crazy, “You’re joking.”

“No. I mean, you’re right, he’s a jerk. But I couldn’t leave him, after all I thought no one would ever like me. But turns out the most handsome guy I know likes me? The guy I might have had a tiny crush on years ago? Might as well give him a chance, right?”

“You’re crazy. I like you even more now.”

[koji-haru]

In Heaven or Hell

[Happy holidays @twost3ps!! Super duper late present, and I'm pretty sure it's not what you asked for, AND I might have butchered your characters, but I hope you'll still enjoy it 🥲]

Bright sparkling lights of green and red, a gigantic tree adorned with red and gold baubles topped with a golden apple, a wreath with mistletoes and pine cones hanging by the hotel main entrance, they even had fake snow decorating parts of the lobby with some oddly designed snowmen here and there. Yup, it was December 25th, or Christmas for those of earthly origins. 

While the rest of Hell’s ring celebrated ‘Sinsmas’, the hellish counterpart to Christmas, where they indulged in the sin of the ring they were born into, the citizens of pride, sinners, celebrated Christmas. Or at least some did. A teeny tiny portion of the sinner population. It made sense, Adam supposed, for sinners not to celebrate such a holy event, they were, after all, in Hell which was exactly the opposite of holy. The streets of Pride remained mostly the same, blood stained with guts of all kinds thrown all about like garbage, maybe a christmas decoration every tenth street, though most of them ended up being desecrated anyway. Needless to say, Charlie’s hotel stuck out like a sore thumb in Pride with its happy-go-lucky, exaggerated Christmas decorations, of which covered not only the entire building, but also the small area around it. 

Something about embracing and learning about heavenly traditions, and assimilating into Heaven once they do get redeemed, and now Adam and the rest of the hotel’s residents were decorating their own baubles to hang onto the, quite frankly, overly large and tall Christmas tree in the hotel lobby. 

Almost as if a certain prideful shorty was overcompensating for something. Adam subtly eyed Lucifer, who was happily making duck shaped baubles, each resembling someone in the hotel. And while Adam didn’t need to take part in this activity, having been in Heaven for most of his afterlife, he did want to celebrate Christmas, no matter how synthetic this one felt. Though, if anything, it just made him wish they were also here to celebrate with him. He understood if they couldn’t make it though, Christmas was a big thing in Heaven, something one shouldn’t ever miss. 

“Hey duckie, you okay?” asked Lucifer as he walked over towards Adam, an Adam looking duck bauble in hand. 

If there was a present that Adam was very much grateful for this year, it was the fact that he and Lucifer had reconciled and even rekindled the affections they once had for each other back in Eden. And an even greater gift was the fact that, despite the months of turmoil and distrust, Adam had also managed to reconnect Lucifer with his brothers and the archangels. The fact that they all relatively got along now was a miracle in itself, but even more baffling was how, in the end, they all agreed to having to share Adam with Lucifer. Adam supposed they all really loved him, huh? But perhaps not enough to skip Christmas in Heaven to celebrate with him instead. 

Adam’s shoulders sagged, a gloomy sigh leaving his lips, “Yeah, I’m fine. Just…a little tired.”

Yes, Charlie had requested for the residents to limit the lying, but Adam wasn’t lying, not fully anyway. It was true, he now understood precisely why he had been revived as a sinner and he had been dutifully bettering himself, well as much as one could improve perfection anyway, but he was getting sick of it; tired of all the red and all the chaos and all the filth and sin that Pride was drowning under. Really, he missed Heaven. Or at least the daily life he lived there with the people who cared for him. Yes, they all visited him frequently, but it wasn’t the same. The time they spent together was now somewhat limited.

“Here,” Lucifer handed Adam the duck bauble, the yellow glass shining so prettily in his clawed hands. “I wish they were here too.”

Of course Lucifer would see through his, admittedly half-assed, lie what with being the ‘King of Lies’. Regardless, Adam accepted the duck bauble, its cutesy, albeit intricate, design and appearance lightening up the heavy gloom that was forming in his chest. At the very least, he had Lucifer with him this Christmas. He would see the others soon anyway, there was no need for him to sour everyone’s mood. 

“Hey, look at me, I’m being considerate and not being whiny,” Adam chuckled to himself. Maybe Charlie was starting to rub off on him a little. 

“Okay!” With the bauble duckie in one hand, slapping his knee with the other, Adam pushed himself up brighter than ever. Today was Christmas, and he was going to enjoy the day no matter how shitty Hell was! “Let’s decorate this fucking tree so we can finally get to the presents!”

And just like that, as if summoned by Adam’s voice, the door’s to the hotel slammed open with a black boot connected to bright red pants sticking out of it. 

“Did someone say presents?!”

Emerging from the door, wearing a complete Santa costume including the fake white beard and the large sack of presumably gifts, was undoubtedly, one hundred percent Gabriel. There he stood loud and proud, almost shining in his Santa costume, the hinges of the door barely hanging on the sides. 

For a brief moment there, the hotel was in pure silence, too shocked to react to what had just happened and far too confused about their guest’s sudden appearance. 

“Gabriel?!” exclaimed both Adam and Lucifer once they finally got their bearings. 

“W-what are you doing here?” asked Adam as he made his way towards the angel, the happiness of Gabriel’s visit evident in the inflection of his voice, in the small smile that crept on his lips. 

“It’s not just him, you know.”

And from behind Gabriel emerged Michael, followed by Raphael and then by Uriel. However, as soon as Adam finally got a good look at all of them, a snort escaped from him followed by full on uncontrollable laughter. In front of him was Michael, Raphael and Uriel dressed in a brown furry onesie, a golden bell around their necks and antler headbands with fluffy ears on their heads. 

Lucifer followed behind Adam, curious what all the laughter was about. Sure, Gabriel looked a little silly in his Santa costume, but it couldn’t be that funny, right? Well, for once he could admit he was wrong. The sight in front of him wasn’t just funny, it was absolutely hilarious! And just like Adam, Lucifer bursted out laughing at the ridiculousness in front of him.

“Oh, what’s Santa and his reindeers doing here?” asked Lucifer in between laughter with tears in his eyes. 

If looks could kill, Lucifer was sure both him and Gabriel would’ve turned to ashes by now from Uriel’s silent but heated glare. Though thankfully, Uriel’s bubbling fury seemed to have been calmed down by Raphael’s swift thinking and action; where with a snap of his fingers, Lucifer suddenly found himself wearing the very same costume as the archangels, furry onesie and all. 

“Wha–”

“There, now the set is complete,” announced Raphael as he crouched under the door frame to enter the hotel and gave Adam, who was still in chuckles, a gentle pat on the head. “Hey little one, didn’t think we’d miss Christmas with you, did you?”

“I wouldn’t have forgiven any of you if you did!” Adam huffed in mock anger, a happy grin plastered on his face. “But, uh, what about the celebrations in Heaven?”

“It gets stale after a while,” answered Uriel, who soon followed after Raphael. “At least Hell might provide some new perspectives. You being here is just an added bonus.”

Gabriel pulled Adam closer, one hand cupping towards Adam’s ears as he whispered without much subtlety, “He was totally all mopey before we decided to come here, you know.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” intervened Michael as he placed a hand on Gabriel’s shoulder, trying to gently pull him away from Adam. 

As he was being pulled away, however, Gabriel whisper-shouted at Adam, “Oh! And Mike was totally crying cuz he thought he would miss Christmas with you. It was just hard to tell because, well, he’s got no eyes– Ow!”

The gentle grip on Gabriel’s shoulder suddenly turned a little more firm, more stern as Michael decidedly dragged him further into the lobby, with the others following suit with amusement on their faces. As he was being dragged into the lobby, Gabriel waved by the hotel’s residents, who remained quietly flabbergasted by the Christmas tree. Suddenly, his sights zoned in on a particular sinner. Someone who was very much a Christmas red all over, with furry ears seemingly attached to his odd hairdo and small dark antlers atop his head. The sharp yellowed smile seemed rather sinister, but this was Hell so that was probably in theme. 

“Oh, I didn’t know you guys already had a reindeer,” Gabriel said loud enough for said ‘reindeer’ to hear and react with a tight smile at the perceived affront directed at him. “Maybe you guys should change into my helper elves instead?”

“Nope! No more costume changes!” Uriel immediately cut in, unwilling to indulge any more of Gabriel’s silly ideas. 

“More costume changes?” queried Adam, his curiosity piqued by the implication of Uriel’s words. 

“We had to try out a couple, just to see which one was the best,” answered Michael, who now had one hand over Gabriel’s mouth in an attempt to stop the blabbermouth from saying anything possibly more offensive. Though, seeing such happy curiosity shine in the golds of Adam’s eyes, he couldn’t help but humour and indulge his love. With a whisper that was actually quite discreet, unlike Gabriel’s, Michael told Adam, “I can share the pictures with you later, if you’d like.”

However, observant as ever, Uriel didn’t miss the ‘shady’ exchange between Michael and Adam, though he kept his thoughts to himself this time. Involvement with the three brothers and Adam had only ever led him down into an unpredictable rabbit hole of discomfort and headaches, with the occasionally, admittedly, pleasant fluttering warmth in his chest. He would never admit to that of course, at least not so openly. It was also thanks to that pleasant feeling that he was even willing to be dragged into Hell wearing a reindeer costume, as well looking the other way from Adam and Michael’s exchange. Something he was sure he would regret in the foreseeable future. For now, however, he was just going to enjoy Christmas with Adam.

—-

Needless to say, the addition of four more unexpected guests turned the somewhat homely and peaceful Christmas celebration at the hotel into a much more rowdy and chaotic one. Gabriel’s loudly obnoxious and excitable nature alone was enough to considerably liven up the place, but then he, of course, had to also taunt Lucifer into joining him in his shenanigans. From which colours and decorations looked better on the Christmas tree, to which foods were best accompanied by certain drinks, though both Alastor and Uriel had them beaten in that debate. 

Currently, everyone was participating in, or more precisely dragged into, a singing competition. What started as a simple, cute idea suggested by Charlie to bring everyone together by singing a song together, had become a serious competition amongst everyone. Well, everyone that hadn’t passed out drunk yet like Husk, who was draped over the couch. They even had a mini stage complete with dry ice and colourful spotlights for everyone to perform on. From soft soothing ballads that wrung the tears out of everyone’s hearts, to raw energetic beats that rekindled that rebellious spirit that everyone once had, everyone, from sinners to archangels, sang their hearts out, though it probably wasn’t in the spirit of Christmas. 

Their merry-making lasted way past midnight, leaving most of them exhausted but content with the day’s celebrations. After some gift exchanges, and a quick clean up of the place, everyone eventually returned to their respective rooms, with the archangels being given rooms to stay the night by Charlie. 

“Why are you guys here?” asked Lucifer the group of angels, or reindeers plus Santa, huddled all around Adam on the bed, in the room he shared with the first man. 

“Uh, to spend some quality time with our boyfriend? What else?” Gabriel responded, one hand digging into the bag of crisps on his lap. 

“Besides, you have plenty of space,” shrugged Raphael as he idly switched between movies, unsure of which movie to start. 

“Oh, I heard that movie is good,” Uriel pointed out, completely ignoring Lucifer’s bewildered presence at the door. 

“You all have your own rooms, and it’s already late,” Lucifer argued, mild irritation starting to take root within him. “Plus, this is MY room? I’d like to sleep, like, right now.”

“Since when did we ever need sleep anyway?” Michael asked Lucifer before turning to Gabriel to ask for some of the snacks as Raphael finally settled on a movie for everyone to watch.

“That’s not a good outlook, Michael,” Raphael gently reminded Michael. “Rest is good for the mind, though I’m sure no one is particularly tired right now.”

“I’M TIRED!!” shouted Lucifer, frustrated at their nonchalant disrespect towards him, and even worse was the fact he couldn’t do anything about it. 

“There’s plenty of rooms, Lucifer,” Uriel added, “You can rest in one of them.”

Without much to do, Lucifer simply stomped his foot on the carpeted floor, his dark tail swishing rapidly from side to side in agitation, though it looked far from intimidating especially with the reindeer costume he was still wearing. 

“Or you can join movie night with us?” offered Adam with a small smile, one hand patting the space beside him. “We’ve got space.”

Without a second of hesitation, Lucifer swiftly made his way towards Adam’s side, his small form ensuring that he could weasel his way closer to Adam despite the hurdles in front of him. Though he did have to shove and struggle against Michael for the most comfortable spot on Adam’s lap, of which he had to begrudgingly yield. 

“So, what are we watching?”

The last remnants of Christmas were spent in comfortable peace watching movies and eating snacks, with the occasional need to shush Gabriel here and there. What Adam thought was going to be a more quiet and slightly downcast Christmas, where he would miss those he had spent them with for over a millennia, turned out to be one of the more memorable Christmases he ever had in his extremely long life. Adam may be stuck in Hell for the time being, but his angels and the Devil, funnily enough, ensured that his heart remained in paradise, forever and always.

[limeade-l3sbian]

*Kind of an art/feminist analysis, though maybe kinda dumb. Feel free to disagree!*

Disclaimer: this obviously isn’t the case of ALL who partake in this behavior, but I do think there’s some truth to my thoughts, even if I don’t have any concrete evidence besides my own eyes.

I’m someone who draws. While I’m not super amazing, I’m fairly competent at certain things and could be better if I wasn’t so lazy.

As I’ve gotten older, my ability to draw humans, in particular women since that’s what I seem to prefer, has improved but it’s also changed a lot. When I look back at my older stuff, from my teen years, the women were extremely pornofied. That’s not to say the drawings were particular lewd, but I mean in in their features and their bodies. They always had the huge eyes, tiny noses, plump lips, exaggerated hourglass figure, very big breasts and so on. Obviously this isn’t pornographic, but I call this version of women pornofied because it’s what’s women’s standards are shaped by and it’s the version of women that men expect to see as examples of beauty, often due or at least part in due to their pornography watching habits and general tendency to dehumanise women.

I didn’t watch porn neither then or now but I was obviously still influenced by the standards forced upon women and that could be seen in my art.

Now when I draw women, they are all types of people. They sometimes have blemishes, sometimes smile and expression lines, they are sometimes bald, they are sometimes fat, sometimes extremely skinny, they are different races, with actually different features not suffering from same face syndrome.

My point in this is that I think besides having gotten better, I also think my age and maturity is a HUGE cause for this change. Because art does reflect our views to some degree. I don’t think art can ever be fully apolitical. At least not a collection of art from the same person. And how men tend to draw women, besides their love for nakedness and empty eyes, is usually this hyper “idealised”, unrealistic caricature of women. To me that speaks of immaturity nowadays. To not be able to see beyond what is and what isn’t conventionally pretty. Teen me was horrified at the idea of not drawing what was deemed pretty. Nowadays I wanna depict what actually looks like real living humans. I still make these people up from my fantasy, but they look like folks you could meet on the street. I’ve studied enough faces, met with enough variety in personality, looks and walks of life to try and portray that and prefer that. Now I see the naked women drawings as a lack of understanding of women as actual humans. I’m not talking about anatomy studies but actual art where the point of the woman’s nakedness is just to be naked and “nice to look at”? Yeah that’s the ones. Women partake in this type of art too. As said, I did as a teen too. But I think when a person doesn’t progress from it, they show themselves, in my eyes, to have a fundamental flawed view of women’s humanity. And it’s no surprise that many who don’t involve from that type of art eventually go on to draw some iteration of hentai. Because that’s the next step isn’t it? Being incapable appreciating women just living without pleasing our eyes transforms into, let her perform sexual acts full on. Art can easily show the degrading views of the artists and my insecure past self was no better, even if it was directed inwards. My art have improved in part because I have grown to love my womanhood. My femaleness. Myself.

💜

[poisonedfate]

hello!! drunk merlin chat time!!!! what do you think the main cast's tolerance to alcohol is like/what kind of drunk are they?

hi! thank you so much for entertaining me :D please do tell me your thoughts too!!

as main cast (now that i'm thinking about it, i don't know if you mean characters or actors, but i'm gonna go with characters since that was my first thought) i'm gonna take the core four, because that's all my brain can handle right now

morgana - she says she has a high tolerance, but it's lower than she would like you to believe. she tries to play it off, but she gets all sweet and fuzzy. the jokes that would usually make her glare get her to crack a smile instead, she'll throw out a compliment (or ten) that sounds too genuine only to pretend she didn't say it in the first place (not cause she realises the weight of it, but because she's too laid back to care)

gwen - doesn't drink too much in the first place, but can handle her drink pretty okay, because she knows when to take a break. overall, i think she'd somehow get into deep conversations when she drinks, chatting away with anyone and everyone. drunkness doesn't seem to have too big of an effect on her, she's as lovely as ever. her traits would come of stronger - her kindness, her ability to be good listener, giving advice. she'd have the cutest giggles. she would also be more of a "yeah, i can do that, watch" person if provoked. if someone suggested throwing knives or something, she'd ace it. and she wouldn't even brag, just smile.

arthur - similar to morgana, i think he's a type of love drunk. they're siblings after all. where morgana is a little more in her own world, kind of airy and floaty (without it being too exaggerated), arthur is the touchy, grabby, involved in it all love drunk. he smiles a lot and has fun, think he's a little messy, without being harmful. he barges into conversations without being pushy and can be talked into things he wouldn't usually do with ease. again, similar to morgana (it's a pendragon thing), he loves to say he can handle his drink, but his tolerance is not as good as he makes it seem - though it takes him good while to get from tipsy to drunk.

merlin - giggly, for sure. i think he'd still be a little hyper-aware of things, but he'd be a tiny bit more talkative than usual (still careful, though). he'd seem a little.....less weighed down. relaxed, even. i think he'd be cheery, if not a little show-off-y. i can seem him loving company, but also liking alone time - a breath of fresh air, despite all the thoughts running through his head. he's one to disappear during the night and turn up an hour later. absolute lightweight.

[timetravelstudies]

HOUSES OF THE HOLY‼️ and also LZ3 im curious

hiiiiiiiiiiiiii <3 im curious to compare our answers later haha

HOTH

my favorite lyric: well first of all the opening acoustic riff of OTHAFA is my favorite minute of music in the history of mankind so. but if i have to pick an actual lyric-lyric then "these things are clear to all from time to time." indeed they are.

my favorite song: tie btw OTHAFA and TRS though i think OTHAFA is slightly higher even though i think TRS is the objectively better song (thank you JPJ for that mellotron that singlehandedly saved my life at least a dozen times over no joke no exaggeration etcetc). its complicated.

the song that makes me cry: ok i keep giving the same answer which is gonna give people the impression i dont love the whole album and I DO, its literally my n1 album of all time, but these 2 are also my two favorite songs ever written so the competition is tough for all the others. anyway. OTHAFA & TRS

the song that’s a fucking bop: the song remains the same baby!!!!!!

the song i most dislike/least love: im gonna take the coward's way out only this once but i feel like im justified. i refuse to pick one as it would be like asking me which limb id be okay with removing from my child. like objectively they need a pinkie less than they do a foot but id also rather they keep all their limbs thanks.

LZ3

my favorite lyric: "and yesterday i saw you kissing tiny flowers." i could write 10,000 words and not explain the universe of feeling trapped in this sentence for me personally thats been sedimenting for the past decade and a half. so i just wont say anything

my favorite song: well thats the way obviously. its my n3 LZ song and in my personal top 10 most meaningful songs. but also SIBLY is up there. another for the top 5 LZ studio recordings tbh

the song that makes me cry: TTW !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i wont rehash my walter benjamincore story of the shitty CD player etc etc but again. quite literally saved my life and i remember the specific afternoon.

the song that’s a fucking bop: so many tbh..... this album is so boppable and doesnt get enough credit for it. Bron-yr-aur stomp. Immigrant song obviously. out on the tiles. celebration day!!!!!!! yeah CD is my pick if i have to choose one ig

the song i most dislike/least love: hats off to roy harper. i literally always skip it. sorry roy harper thanks for the anecdotes and funny pics i respect your weird boy swag

[ecargmura]

My Deer Friend Nokotan Episode 4 Review - The Deer Club Is In Danger?

Koshi-tan says that she’s a member of the student council, but have we ever seen her do stuff there? If you were curious, yes, the Student Council does make an appearance and Koshi does do things there! The other members of the council are introduced in this episode!

First we got Neko Nekoyamada, the vice president of the Student Council and someone who wants to overthrow Koshi so she could be president. She has a huge grudge on her and is trying to find ways to dethrone her. It turns out that she’s probably the antagonist of the story as she’s the one wanting to disband the Deer Club. Despite being a third year, she’s very tiny. She’s 132 cm (4’3”) and even has to use stepladders to reach a higher place. I find it hilarious how Koshi thinks she’s so cute. She also suffers a lot like Koshi as nothing ever goes in her favor, making her the biggest loser in the story. She’s voiced by Yurika Kubo, who voiced Kyo-chan in A Condition Called Love.

Then we have Kinu Tanukikoji, the secretary. If negativity was a category, Tanukikoji would be a subcategory of her own. She’s extremely pessimistic and a chronic worrywart. Heck, she makes me, a perpetual worrier, look tame. She has a very overactive imagination plagued with exaggerated bad endings whenever something doesn’t go right. She needs to calm down, seriously. Though, I do like the little bonding she had with Koshi, even if it didn’t have much of an effect. She’s voiced by Rio Tsuchiya, who voiced Tsubaki in My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv. 999.

The last of the student council is Chiharu Tsubameya who’s practically stone-faced. Her only reaction prior to the twist was staring wide-eyed at Koshi when she mentioned the deer club. It turns out that Tsubameya is a huge fan of Noko and that she’s too shy to utter a word to her and she’s jealous of Koshi for being close to her. That’s such a hilarious twist and I didn’t see that coming at all. She’s my favorite of the new characters by far. She also lives in a cafe where her brother works. While we don’t see her brother, he’s voiced by Takuya Eguchi. Tsubameya is voiced by Chinatsu Akasaki, who voiced Alice Nakiri from Food Wars.

Did you know that every character of this story are named after animals except for Ukai? Shikanoko is obviously deer due to the Shika in her surname. The Ko in Koshi stands for Tiger, which is the surname shared by both Torako and Anko. The Ba in Bashame stands for horse, which is Meme’s surname. For the Student Council, the Neko in Nekoyamada stands for Cat, obvious with her hair shaped like cat ears. The Tanuki in Tanukikoji stands for raccoon-dog. The Tsubame in Tsubameya stands for swallow like the bird (go to horny jail if you thought of something inappropriate).

So yeah, I can’t wait to see what the Student Council will bring to the story now that Nekoyamada is revealed as the obvious antagonist of the show. What will happen to the Deer Club?

[gmmtv-bl-tournament-but-evil]

👀👀 i wanna hear your SCOY thoughts 📝🎙🎥

Okay so I should preface this by saying that if you ask me whether or not I like SCOY, my answer is a pitiful whine followed by me throwing a chair as a diversion and quickly disappearing from the room.

In short, SCOY is a 2016 show made in 2022. In long........ okay, we'll get there.

I think if you're going to watch SCOY, you either commit to watching the whole of it or you give up from the start and never press play at all. I started enjoying it pretty deep into the season when I realised that 1) you cannot take it seriously. I believe it is a parody of an exaggeration and it knows it, and 2) you can only enjoy the whole of it if you get into the mindset that both main characters are sociopaths who fit perfectly with each other and if the show has ever made you think otherwise, it was openly and shamelessly lying to you.

Another huge part of the reason I did not give up on it halfway are the secondary couples. When Sky and Khaojao's story finally took its final shape I was so so so glad I stayed 'cause I haven't seen anything like their storyline in any BL before or after SCOY and I will say this is a huge flaw in BL as a whole in my opinion. The same goes for Intouch and Daisy as a couple and Daisy as a character on its own specifically. Daisy's storyline came out of left field and elevated the whole show to an insanely high level despite the little screentime it got.

I feel like all I've said so far makes SCOY seem like a flawless show and I want to make it extremely clear that it is not. Despite appreciating what it was trying to do, it needs also be said that there are huge pacing flaws when it comes to the division of screentime. In addition to that, if it had worked a little better as a drama than it did as a comedy, it could have brought up an amazing conversation about sexuality, desire, and gender identity that it almost completely missed by being so obsessed at trying to make you like Toh. I believe the purpose of Toh as a character was both as a comedic factor - which doesn't necessarily work all that well for the main character - and to make you root for someone that is not often found in shows of any kind. It doesn't quite manage to do either imo, which is a huge shame because when later on in the show Toh actually seems to grow up a bit, he becomes a lot more enjoyable. If they'd toned him down just a tiny smidge, it would be a lot easier to decide to stay from the start.

There are a few things that left a lasting positive impression on me. Despite Toh being extremely hard to like, I came out of watching SCOY absolutely in love with Seng Wichai. Khaojao's whole existence as a character has my whole heart as does Daisy. The subtitling for this show is a work of art, whoever did it deserves to be hired for every single Thai show, I appreciated so much the way they chose to contextualise parts of the translation by straight up explaining them and I wish it happened more often.

So, in conclusion, do I like SCOY? Yes, and also no. I like a lot of its parts and I wish a lot of it was different. Can I, in good conscience, recommend it to others? Absolutely not. I will never ever take responsibility for convincing someone to watch it. I would refer them to this post and tell them "This is in your hands now, whatever choice you make I want no part in it".

Is this a very disappointing answer for someone who had to wait over two days to get it? Probably, yeah...

[patchworkheartouija]

Alone - PH SaFaria Drabble

(Trying to get back in the swing of writing these dumbasses, might do more stuff, or maybe do a Kim-Ly Drabble later. Maybe both.

Contains sex jokes because Faria and raging because Sapphire. Was originally planned to contain reference to Sapphire’s forgotten past but I couldn’t fit that in.)

The clock ticks on the wall as Faria observes her friend.

Sapphire has been sitting in place for the last… 6 hours now? Staring at the wall.

“Ok this is just creepy as shit Saffie.” Faria tries. Her attempt to talk to the albino unfortunately fails.

The clock strikes 2PM and Sapphire rises from her seat and starts to walk down a nearby hallway, her metallic shoes making loud clanking noises, confused the cat follows after her.

“Wanna explain what that shit was?”

“What shit.”

“YOU STARED AT A WALL FOR 6 HOURS!!!”

“It was 70 minutes. We all know you cannot tell time.”

“Still unreasonable… unless minutes are like those REALLY short time measurements…”

“They are not. They are the shortest viable to use for this. If I were to use seconds the number would appear far higher than it is. 6 hours is a count I have no idea how you achieved.

“I guessed.”

“Ah of course.”

“I still think I’m right.”

“Your voice is so grating.”

“My voice is sexy you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Sapphire turns to glare at her, Faria just laughs hysterically.

“Soooooo anyway were we going chief?”

“That is for me to know and you to find out.”

“Harsh.”

“I did not ask for nor did I want for you to follow me.”

“Ah but it’s a big place. You could get lost. All alone… cold… trapped.” Ok now she’s just projecting.

“Unlikely I have lived here on my own for several years.”

“Several whats?”

“OKAY.”

“Wooof someone’s angry.”

“I’M NOT ANGRY I- just prefer being alone ok?”

“Hmmmmmmm… well I prefer not that and my siblings are being boring and hunting rats right now and rats really taste like shit here so I’m gonna be following you.”

“Why. Why would you ever want to follow me around!?”

“Because you make cute noises when you’re angry Saff.”

Sapphire resists the urge to scream, that’s what Faria wants.

“You’re a dick Nightingale.”

“Eh?”

“I was… I was calling you by your last name.”

“Ohhhh… right.”

“You are just… so dumb.”

“I’m brilliant.”

“Delusional.” They reach a meat locker, which Sapphire throws open and starts to walk inside, the stupid metal shoes making loud clanks against its also metallic floor. Sapphire follows her inside.

“You’re just never gonna leave me alone, huh?”

“Oh you love me~”

“I do not. I am 5 seconds away from beating you to death.”

“You can’t.”

“And why not?”

“See you’re very tiny and I’m quite large and in the world of beating people to death, I win.”

“I could shock you.”

“Yeah like when you restarted my heart after I drowned because you were scared I died and declared me your best friend.”

“WE DO NOT SPEAK OF MY ACTIONS NEAR THE TIME OF OUR MEETING!!!!!”

“You don’t. I do.”

Sapphire gives an exaggerated sigh. “Why are you like this?”

“Sexy? Dunno I was born this way.”

“Annoying.”

“Oh because it’s funny. And makes me sexier.”

“You simply lack a fear of death to a scale I just… I just can’t understand.”

“Ok two things. 1, I peg death and spit in its face, 2, you are the single most confusingly harmless monster I have ever met. Like what can you DO? You can like occasionally let out a small shock and effectively pretend to be a person despite looking like Sally from The Nightmare Before Christmas’s frumpy cousin-“

“Never say that again.”

“-but like what do you DO? You seem to THINK you have the physical strength to fight someone but you DON’T. You’re not even like physically intimidating enough to make that threat towards… like most teenagers.”

“STOP.”

“And I don’t mean like monster kids there are some small ones and some giant ones I’m using the average of human kids. I myself was a pretty big kid not to brag. I could beat your ass at 9.”

“If you do not cease this behaviour I will be forced to act.”

“Act HOW?” Faria says, easily picking Sapphire up with one hand. “You don’t even weigh much.”

“Put me down Nightingale.”

“I can PUNT you.”

“PUT ME DOWN.”

“Wow you are just… convinced you can fight me. It’s almost inspiring to be honest.”

“I WILL.”

“I kinda feel bad for you but I also don’t because this is really funny.”

“My height makes me no less dangerous.”

“Ok true Katia is like smaller than you by a bit in standard form and she doesn’t need to get much bigger to destroy an army but you’re harmless with no actual useful abilities for a fight so the fact you barely reach my hips just becomes another debuff.”

“I WILL SHOCK YOU!”

“Fucking do it then.” There’s a moment of silence and nothing happens. “Yeah I fucking thought so.” Faria places Sapphire down. “So where to chief!”

Sapphire glares at her for a moment. If looks could kill, Faria would be completely fine right now.

Sapphire sighs in annoyance and keeps walking, eventually reaching a wall.

“Ooh a new wall to stare at, fun.”

“Silence Nightingale.”

“No.”

Sapphire picks up a screwdriver from her pocket, and starts to take out random screws from the wall, many are already missing.

“Ok I need to know, the fuck are you doing man?”

“Do not speak like we are friends.”

“We are, you admitted that back on the island.”

“I was lying or something- I don’t know. Why are you sticking around there’s a whole world out there.”

“Because my instincts have decided I like you and I want to see where this goes.”

“I swear to god if your instincts think I’m your MATE.”

“They might I’m not sure. Never had this before.”

“Great. The giant grinning cat fucker might want to breed with me. We’re both girls idiot it doesn’t work like that.”

“Homophobic much?”

“I’m not I’m just saying I’m not a viable mate from an evolutionary standpoint.”

“Nature don’t give a shit. Nature just says “look tiny ragdoll maybe zombie thing who rages constantly like an angry toddler who wears a tie. Cute.” Doesn’t matter WHAT you got in your pants. And who knows you could grow a dick.” Faria jokes.

“I hate this conversation so much.”

“Fair.”

“I hate you so much.”

“You don’t though.”

“Keep fooling yourself.”

“Why do you want me to leave Sapphire?”

“Huh?” The albino turns around.

“Look I mean I get it, the mating joke, the making fun of your height… I’m annoying I get that. But you know it’s nothing more than that, and you yourself said we are friends. So why do you want me to leave? You brought me here yourself. You’ve never made any active attempt to get rid of me or even make me stop following you around. Yet you keep telling me you want me gone.”

“…” Sapphire seems to be shaking.

“Why do you want me to leave?”

“I… have been alone so long.”

“Do you like being alone?”

“I can’t remember. I can’t remember anything about who I am.”

“It’s not a memory it’s a question about you as a person. Do you like people?”

“No…”

“Do you like being completely alone.”

“I thought I did.”

“What changed.”

“I got shoved into a metal crate with a feral monster that licked my face.”

“So me? I’m what made you question if you wanted to be alone. Sounds like YOU’RE the one thinking of ME as a mate. Are you sure you really don’t have any instincts?”

“…Ah well maybe I do. None of that variety. I have a distinct desire not to see under my skin. When I have been injured my body forced me to close my eyes until I could stitch the wound closed. I still find the lack of blood to be odd.”

“Whatever the case, looks like you’re stuck with me! Also I have an urge to find a seam ripper.”

“Can you really not take anything seriously?”

“With you, kinda? Maybe? Answer unclear ask later.”

“I oddly don’t mind that…”

“Well when you’re done unscrewing shit for no reason maybe you can help me try to make a rat trap so Kat and Zero can stop chasing them around.”

“I… think I’d like that.”