#my brain goes mushy when i think of them

[manyunthanks]

death note,……light and l….. the only two people that can ever understand each other and have that brilliance to be able to go against one another…… the only two people in the world that knows the intricacies of each other’s plan because if one were to do it, he would do it the same way the other does it…….

if any one of them were removed he would feel a sense of being incomplete, like he is the only thing in the world because everyone else is incompetent…… the loneliness that comes with brilliance can only be understood by those two,,….. anything else comes easily and simply…….

if the other did not exist he would so easily grasp his goal, but since he does exist they are forever at an impasse……. where suddenly their brilliance is being tested by someone of the same standing….

[hairmetal666]

"I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington," he declares to all and sundry (Steve and Robin) in Family Video.

Steve laughs, ducks his head, hair a bountiful cascade that doesn't move an inch. He's blushing but it's not, like, a reaction to the sentiment of marriage. Steve knows Eddie is just like that, flirtatious and over-the-top and incapable of not speaking his thoughts as soon as they enter his head.

Robin roles her eyes, goes back to flipping through her magazine, something about cinema, and Eddie swipes his just rented movies off the counter.

"You think I'm joking," he twists so he's facing them, walking backwards to the door. "But I swear it, oh, beloved purveyor of movies and deleter of late fees."

"Yeah, yeah." Steve's face is pinker than before and Eddie recognizes and immediately forces himself to forget how cute it is. "But get out of here before I change my mind."

And Eddie, he loves to push his luck and also has very little filter between his brain and his mouth, so he says, "aw, don't be that way, Stevie, you love me."

Robin looks up, then, mouth a pursed twist as she tries not to laugh. "Gross, Eddie." She throws a Sour Patch at him. "Keep all that mushy stuff to when you two are alone."

It's his turn to blush, fierce and raging, and Steve whirls, squeaking, to whack Robin with a Twizzler.

Eddie points at her. "Rude, Buckley. You know I love you too."

"Again, gross." She sticks out her tongue, tinged blue from the Sour Patch.

"We really need to work on your ability to accept affection," Steve tells her.

She scowls, kicks him, makes Eddie laugh.

"I think that's my cue to leave, children." He says. He, quite literally, bows out of the store, just missing the barrage of candy thrown his way.

---

Three Months Later

Eddie stumbles into the Harrington house, kicking his boots off by the door. Steve's in the kitchen, fussing around the stove. His hair's askew and he's--

"Harrington, are you wearing an apron?" He ignores the kick in his chest at the sight. "You'll make a sweet little housewife one day."

"Shut-up," Steve says without any heat. "Try this."

He brandishes a spoon filled with red sauce in Eddie's direction, and Eddie--heart always on his sleeve--eagerly leans in to taste. He closes his eyes, savors, and it's good, truly. Perfect fresh acidity with just a burst of sweetness.

"It's amazing, baby," he says without thinking. He opens his eyes right in time to see Steve turning back to the sauce, blush high on his cheekbones.

"Thanks. You're making me nervous though, hovering." Steve hip checks him. "Go sit somewhere."

And Eddie does, jumps onto the island--the Harrington's are the kind of people who have an island--and chatters to Steve about his day, about his new campaign, about the new song he's trying to learn.

All the while, he's watching Steve cook, in his apron, with such care and thoughtfulness, with true command. Maybe it's the domesticity of the scene, maybe his raging crush, but he has this flash of the two of them in the future. In their kitchen, Steve cooking dinner, and Eddie's arms are wrapped around his waist, he's pressing kisses to his temple, complimenting all his hard work and--

Steve feeds him a bite of the finished pasta, and it's so good that he groans, full-throated, unembarrassed, and says--he says, "I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington."

He laughs, face pink, batting Eddie's shoulder. "Go sit down, man. It's time to eat."

---

Two Months After That

Eddie's working on a new campaign when the storm rolls in, wind rocking the trailer, thunder and lightning crackling in the sky. The power doesn't go out, but only just barely, the flickers making his heart pound for reasons that have nothing to do with weather.

There's a knock on the trailer door, and he opens it to find Steve Harrington standing on the porch, hair plastered to his head, clothes soaked. Robin's bike is propped against one of the awning supports. Familiar panic snaps to life in his gut.

"God, Steve, are you okay? Did something happen? That's Robin's bike, where's the Beamer? Is it--is it Vecna? Is--" He's blabbering can't stop, so he shoves his palm against his lips.

"It's not--not Upside Down stuff." He runs a hand through his soggy hair. "Can I come in, man? I--I want to tell you something."

This snaps Eddie out of his panic, and he's moving aside, saying, "Oh my god, get in here, you're soaked. Let me get towels. Do you want a change of clothes, I can--"

Steve catches him by the elbow and he full stops at the look in those big hazel eyes, fearful and sad and he doesn't know what, but his anxiety amps back up.

"I was with Robin and we were--we were talking, you know? And I told her that I like somebody, like really like them, but it was unexpected and--and--it's a guy. He's a guy but I still like girls? Robin said--she said that I'm probably bisexual. That I like guys and girls and--and everyone, I think."

It sends shockwaves through him, and he hopes it doesn't show, doesn't think it shows, but he's having trouble processing. Steve is bi and he likes someone and--Eddie stuffs down the jealousy that claws at him, knows it's more important that he's here for his friend.

"Thank you for telling me, sweetheart." He reaches out, slow in case Steve doesn't want to be hugged, but he launches himself into Eddie's arms.

Eddie holds him tight, heedless of his wet clothes, can feel his shoulders shake, and it tears Eddie's heart in two. All he can do is hold Steve and offer comfort, jealousy be damned.

"You're so brave, honey," he says once the tears taper off.

Steve gives a wet chuckle, face still buried against Eddie's neck. "I don't know about that. I think I got snot in your hair."

"It'll wash out." He laughs. "Is now the time to welcome you to the family? Apparently, we're growing exponentially."

"Does the welcome include a cake or something? I could really use cake."

And God, Steve, is so fucking cute, so sweet, so--everything Eddie has always wanted, and he--it's an accident, or at least, thoughtless--he presses a kiss to Steve's temple. More than one.

Steve pulls back fast, and Eddie lets go immediately. "Sorry, sorry. I--that was stupid. You like someone already, and I--"

His words are cut off as Steve kisses him. Steve kisses him? His brain can't process, but he kisses back. Can't not, not with Steve. Like, he doesn't know anything, head empty, but his body is with the program.

They break apart, he's breathing hard. Steve is beautifully flushed, mouth red and swollen. "You like someone," is what Eddie says.

Steve laughs. "I like you, Munson. Fucking crazy about you."

He smiles, so big it hurts, so big it grows into a delight laugh. "I'm going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington," he says.

---

Six Years Later

They're in bed, Saturday morning, rain pattering softly on the window.

Steve places slow kisses against his naked tummy, makes him tremble, shiver with overstimulation.

"Baby," he whines. "Sweetheart."

Steve smiles up at him, something cold pressing against his ribs, then into his hand.

It's a ring, black metal, shiny and iridescent as he turns it in the light. "What--Steve?"

With one last kiss to his hip bone, Steve sits up, slips the ring onto Eddie's finger. "I'm going to marry you one day, Eddie Munson."

[ivyues]

Love Bites: Stray Kids' reactions to their S/O scolding them for having left a hickey

Bang Chan

You stood in front of the mirror, inspecting the angry purple mark blooming across your collarbone.

"Christopher Bahng!"

He jolted upright from the bed, hair a mess, eyes half-lidded with sleep. "Huh? What did I do now?"

You crossed your arms. "This!" You pointed to your neck. "Do you know how many meetings I have today? I can’t wear a turtleneck! It’s April!"

He blinked, then giggled. "Oh… yeah… I might’ve gotten a little carried away."

"A little?"

He got up, wrapped his arms around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. “I’m really sorry, babe. I didn’t mean for it to be that bad.”

You tilted your head slightly towards him, your reflection catching the both of you. “Next time, at least leave it lower.”

He raised an eyebrow, mouth curling into that smug little smile you knew too well. “How much… lower?” he asked, smirking.

You rolled your eyes, trying to hold back a grin. “Don’t push your luck.”

He chuckled, kissing your bare shoulder as he tried to pull you back to bed to cuddle. “Too late.”

Lee Know

You caught your reflection in the microwave door while reheating breakfast. “Minho. What the hell.”

He didn’t even look up from his cereal. “What?”

You turned your head. “You marked me. On my neck. On the left side. My most visible side.”

He blinked once, chewing. “Oh. Right. I did do that.”

You stared at him. “That’s it?”

He shrugged. “You were moaning. Seemed like a good idea.”

Your jaw dropped. “You’re unbelievable.”

He finally looked at you, a slow smirk forming. “You didn’t complain last night.”

You groaned. “Well, I am complaining now. I’m going to have to wear a scarf.”

He stood and walked over, pressing a kiss next to the mark. “Then think of me every time you sweat in that scarf.”

You smacked his chest. “That’s not cute!”

“Sure it is,” he said, smug. “You’re mine. Now everyone knows it.”

You blushed, despite yourself.

Then he leaned in, brushing your hair aside and beginning to nibble at your neck again.

You shoved him off with a flustered squeak. “Minho!”

He grinned, unbothered. “The damage’s already done. Might as well add another one.”

Changbin

“Binnie”

You pulled your hoodie zipper up to your chin and glared at your reflection. The giant hickey peeking just above the fabric was already turning a deep purple, impossible to ignore.

He looked up, blinking. “Y-yeah?”

You tilted your head, exposing the hickey. “This! This war crime you left on my neck.”

His eyes widened. “Oh my god—babe, I swear I didn’t mean to leave it that bad.”

“You bit me like I was the last meal on earth.”

He stood quickly, hands raised in surrender. “I got too into it. I’m sorry! You looked— I mean…” His eyes flicked to the bruise again and he bit his lip.

You narrowed your eyes. “Don’t say it.”

“You… look kinda hot with it,” he said sheepishly.

You groaned. “Binnie…”

He pulled you into a hug, voice soft against your hair. “I’m really sorry, okay? I just really like you and my brain goes mushy at night.”

You exhaled. “Just leave them where I can hide them, okay?”

He nodded, then whispered, “Thighs are still on the table, right?”

You smacked his chest. “CHANGBIN!”

Hyunjin

You stood in front of the mirror, dabbing concealer over the dark mark blooming on your collarbone.

"Hyunjin, do you know what this is?" you called out.

He popped his head in, clothes still messy from sleep, but his eyes lit up when he spotted you. "A masterpiece?"

You turned, giving him your best mock-glare. "It’s a problem! I have an appointment in two hours!"

Hyunjin strolled in, leaned on the doorframe, and grinned. “Then you’ll walk in like a woman who’s very loved.”

You threw a makeup sponge at him. “You’re so smug! I already used three layers of concealer.”

He walked over and kissed your temple. “If it helps, I’ll buy you the most high-end concealer on earth.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Or just stop branding me next time?”

He laughed softly, tracing the faint outline with a fingertip. “Come on. Just tell them your boyfriend’s madly in love with you and can't help himself. Romantic, no?”

You groaned, pushing him away with a laugh. "I'm serious!"

He smirked. “So am I.”

Han

You were lounging on the couch, lazily scrolling through your phone when Han walked in, still buzzing from a recent dance practice. He plopped down beside you, grinning ear to ear, completely unaware of the fact that you spent the past hour failing to cover up the hickey on your neck.

“Hey,” you said with a sly smile, turning to face him. “Do you remember last night?”

Han raised an eyebrow, his grin widening as he leaned back, his voice teasing. “Oh, I remember. How could I forget? It was incredible.”

Despite the pinkt tint on your cheeks, you leaned in a little closer. “And do you also remember the part where you got really carried away and left me a giant hickey right here?” You pointed to the side of your neck, just under your jaw.

"Well... no," Han’s face instantly turned red. "But it was so good. Baby, you were just so… distracting."

You crossed your arms. "That's not the point! I’ll have to wear a turtleneck. It’s like 20°C outside!"

"Can’t you just cover it with makeup?" he muttered, looking at you with a pout.

"You think I didn’t try that? I could give you one and then you can try as well."

His eyes widened in a panic. "No! You can't! I’d get in trouble! I swear, I’d never hear the end of it."

You smirked. "Sounds like a you problem."

"Please don't! I'll do anything! I’ll—uh—buy you coffee! Just don't leave a mark on me!"

Felix

You stood in front of the hotel mirror. “Lix…”

He peeked over his coffee cup, immediately going red when he saw the dark hickey blooming on your shoulder.

“Oh my god,” he whispered. “That was me?”

You turned, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t act shocked. You knew what you were doing.”

“I—I didn’t think it would stay like that,” he stammered. “It was… dark.”

“And now I have to check out like this. With the concierge probably judging me.”

He nearly choked on his drink. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to embarrass you!”

You watched as he scrambled over to his toiletry bag, rummaging frantically. “Wait—what are you doing?”

He pulled out a little tube of concealer and a beauty sponge, his ears a furious red. 

You blinked, half-amused, half-impressed as he gently dabbed it onto your shoulder, completely focused, tongue peeking out in concentration.

“I can’t believe you’re trying to makeup over your own crime scene,” you murmured.

He huffed. “Well, if I left it so I can try to help.”

You smirked a little. “Well, maybe next time leave it somewhere I can hide it.”

He looked up. “So you’re not mad?”

You leaned in. “A little. But also flattered.”

Seungmin

You adjusted your hair in the mirror when Seungmin walked into the room, toothbrush still in his mouth.

“You missed a spot,” he said casually, pointing towards your neck with a tilt of his chin.

You looked up, confused. “What—oh. This spot?” 

You pulled your shirt slightly aside to reveal the deep hickey on your collarbone. Another one peeked farther below.

Seungmin’s eyes flicked to the mirror – and for a brief second, his ears turned pink. 

“Might wanna do something about that,” he mumbled around his toothbrush.

You raised an eyebrow.

He spat into the sink and rinsed. “If you want to walk around looking like a scandal, go ahead, but don’t come crying to me if people stare,” he said with a shrug, though his words lacked the usual conviction.

“Are you embarrassed by them?”

“I just don’t like the idea of other people seeing.” His voice softened as he grabbed his hoodie from the chair. “Here.” He tossed it over to you. “You always try to steal them so this is your time... and to not flash everyone.”

You blinked, surprised at his sudden shift. “Really? You're giving me your hoodie for this?”

“Well, I don’t want everyone knowing I did it, okay? It’s... personal.” 

You smiled teasingly. “Fine. I’ll cover up. For my very shy boyfriend.”

He scoffed, then busied himself with grabbing his own jacket. “Just don’t want to make things awkward for you, you know?”

You chuckled under your breath. "Sure. Whatever you say."

I.N

You sat on the edge of Jeongin’s bed, fidgeting with your hoodie sleeves, your eyes darting nervously to the door.

"I don't know if I can go out like this," you muttered, looking back at him.

He tilted his head. “Why? It’s not that bad.”

You shot him a look. "Not that bad? Chan’s going to see. He’s going to know."

Jeongin looked up. “Why would he say anything? You look amazing.”

You groaned, tugging your hoodie collar higher over the obvious mark on your neck. “Jeongin, look at this. It’s so… obvious!”

“Yeah,” he said, biting back a smile. “I know.”

You gave him a look. “You’re not even pretending to be sorry.”

“Hey, hyung is not going to judge you. He has probably seen way more embarrassing stuff than this."

"But—"

“I’m serious,” Jeongin continued. “He might tease me for it, but he knows we’re together. He won’t say anything mean, I promise.”

You took a deep breath, slowly relaxing. "Alright, alright, I guess you're right." You gave him a small smile. 

"Now, let’s go. I’m starving and I’m sure Chan’s too busy to care about something like this."

masterlist

[yourcuteweirdo8p]

♡ Yandere Magical Boy ♡

Eli loved being a magical boy! The whole thing was a dream come true! Wearing cute outfits and fighting crime with his friends? What could be better!?

well... he could think of one thing.

you~

He first met you when he had been 'Sparkling Heart' for a couple weeks, and you had started raging terror on the city. He treasures the memory dearly <3

"Who are you, and why are you doing this?"

"I am Dark Heart, your arch nemesis!"

It was love at first sight <3

Every villain attack, he's secretly hoping it's you.

Plays it off to his team: "I know theres good in them! I just have to get through to them!"

Secretly really likes fighting you. It... awakens something in him, although he'd never admit it.

Gets in trouble for zoning out thinking about you, both in hero and civilian life.

Always trips over his own feet fighting you, and beats himself up afterwards.

"S-sweetheart, you don't understand! I-I love you! Every time I look at you, my tummy goes all squirmy, and my brain goes all mushy... and, and... Please punch me again!"

He HATES when you team up with other villains. You're HIS nemesis, so only look at him!

Is known among other superhero teams for being weirdly possessive of his territory. He refuses to team up with anyone else unless it's a life or death threat.

Presses on the bruises you give him, so they'll last longer. He likes to pretend they're hickeys, sometimes, if he's in a romantic mood.

Would do ANYTHING to know your civilian identity.

He WOULD give up the city if it meant you were his girlfriend/boyfriend/pookie bear <3

"Scum like you doesn't deserve to even LOOK at them, much less..." *Shutters* "touch them, like you did. You deserve to be punished, I think :)"

He doesn't take any particular pleasure in causing pain, but he sees it as a necessity, to put villainous scum in their place.

Hed never hurt you! He'd sooner die!

"Don't worry sweetheart, you're just taking a nice, long nap. And when you wake up, you'll be in a better place! With me."

[feyhunter78]

Valentine's Day Fratboy!Miguel

Art cred: @/viva_sl o𝗇 Twitter

Description: It's your first Valentine's Day with Miguel, and he goes a little overboard.

First Fratboy!Miguel Fic here

You stare dumbfounded at the open black crushed velvet box in your hands, a large blue diamond encircled by smaller white diamonds on a silver chain nestled within. “Is this…?”

“The Heart of the Ocean? Yeah, pretty romantic, right?” Miguel says, a self-satisfied smile on his face as he leans back against your couch, his arms folded behind his head.

“Please tell me this isn’t real.” You say, panic coloring your tone.

His brows furrow, the smile sliding off his face. “I mean it’s lab grown, and my dad knows a guy, so I got a killer discount, and it’s not as many carets as the one in the movie, but it’s still real, ya know?”

Your brain stops going through twenty-seven different modes of panic thinking he spent millions of dollars on you, and finally you can breathe. Just in time for Miguel to panic.

“If you don’t like it, I can get something else, there were a ton of different necklaces, I actually had this idea to make my own, but Kron said that was beta behavior and would turn you off, so I—”

“I like it, I do, really, I was just shocked.” You tell him, closing the box and setting it on your coffee table, next to the bouquet the size of your torso. A heart shaped box of chocolates, and a pure white teddy bear holding a red heart that read Be Mine, also on the tabletop.

“But in a good way, right?” He asks, glancing nervously between the gifts and you.

You smile fondly and take his hand in yours, his Rolex catching the light coming from the heart-shaped fairy lights hung on the wall above the couch. “Have you ever celebrated Valentine’s with someone before?”

“I’ve always managed to get out of Valentine’s Day, never really wanted to do all the mushy stuff.” He says sheepishly.

“That makes sense.” You giggle, looking over at the cliché pile of gifts on your table.

Hurt ripples across his face. “You hate them, got it, y/n, I’m serious, just give me twenty minutes I can make this up to you.” He says, getting up from the couch, his hand slipping from yours as he searches for his car keys.

“Wait, Miguel, hold on a second.” You call, getting up too, and following him to the door of your apartment, your steps muffled by the Valentine’s themed fuzzy socks on your feet.

He turns, an apprehensive expression on his face, his hand on the doorknob. “Just text me what you want, I’ll go get it.”

You wrap your arms around his stupidly impressive arm, his muscles emphasized by the black long sleeve dry-fit shirt he’s wearing, and tug him away from the door. “You. I just want to hang out with you. I haven’t even gotten to give you your gift yet.”

His eyebrows shoot up, and he follows you semi-willingly, retaking his seat on the couch.

“Okay, just wait here, it’s in my room.” You tell him, leaving him in your living room as you enter your room and shut the door behind you.

With the door shut, the world suddenly quiet, your nerves set in. What if he thinks your gift is stupid or cheesy? It’s your first Valentine’s Day together, you didn’t think he’d go so overboard! You pick the neatly wrapped gift up from your desk and contemplate changing into something prettier, hotter, sexier? You don’t really have lingerie, but you could definitely put on a black bra and matching underwear, that’s hot, right? Letting out a stressed groan, you toss the gift onto your bed and change quickly, cursing yourself all the while. Why didn’t you buy something cute? Miguel dates sorority girls, super hot, super fashionable and cool sorority girls like Kelsey and Emma from your Victorian Literature class. Why didn’t you ask them what to get him, or what to wear? They’re nice, they hang out with you at frat parties when Miguel is busy, they definitely would’ve helped you pick something out.

You look at yourself in the mirror, yeah you look good, but you’ve seen his ex-girlfriend Ava, she’s gorgeous, and has a killer body, next to her, you look frumpy and decidedly unsexy. You bite your lips and pull your clothes back on, pointedly ignoring the mirror. Now was not the time to get self-conscious, you could cry later when Miguel leaves.

Holding his present against your chest, you take a deep breath, and step into the hallway leading to the living room. The music you put on is still playing softly, the fairy lights are still on, the decorations are still cute, the cupcakes you made still look perfect, okay you can do this.

You reenter the living room to find Miguel completely naked with the box of chocolates covering his…intimate area. You don’t mean to scream, it’s not even the first time you’ve seen him naked, but it catches you so off guard, the startled sound just slips out, and you drop his gift, your hands flying up to cover your eyes. “Miguel, what the—why are you naked?”

“Why aren’t you? You said you had my gift in your room.” He says, and even though you can’t see him, you know he’s blushing head to toe.

“Yeah, it was on my desk, I had to grab it.” You explain, keeping one hand up to shield your eyes as you bend down to pick his gift back up.

You can hear the rustling of clothes as Miguel redresses, and you wait until he clears his throat to remove your hand. He’s smiling awkwardly at you, fully clothed, his hair a bit ruffled. “Sorry about that, usually that’s my gift, birthdays, Christmas, Valentine’s, you name it.”

You laugh nervously, all confidence gone, and force yourself to walk over and join him on the couch. Definitely should’ve bought cute lingerie, hopefully the black pairing will be enough. “No, no, you’re good. I can see how that would be confusing, me going in my room and shutting the door and all that.”

He’s still blushing, but he zeros in on the gift in your hand. “That for me?”

You all but shove it at him. “It’s dumb, but I thought you might like it, and if you don’t, you won’t hurt my feelings or anything.” Complete and utter lie, you’re pretty sure if he doesn’t like it, you’re going to burst into tears right in front of him.

“I’m sure it’ll be great, as long as it isn’t like a portrait of Dantell or something.” He jokes as he unwraps the gift, revealing the deep blue muscle shirt that reads Nueva York ENG Dept Boyfriend in Garmond style font across the front. As he pulls it out, two tickets flutter from the folds and into his lap.

“It’s kinda stupid and silly, but Haley made one for her boyfriend and I just thought it might be cute for like around the KA house, or the gym or—you don’t have to wear it at the gym, or the house if you don’t want to, you can do whatever you want with it.” You explain, overexplain probably, the words tumbling out before you can stop them. “And the tickets are for this after-hours tour of the fine art museum downtown. It’s super private, and you get to speak with the curator, and get a little souvenir. I just thought maybe you’d want to do that, since I know you like art, and you’re really interested in the history. I’ll stop talking now.…”

Miguel is silent, staring down at the shirt and the tickets, unmoving except for the rise and fall of his chest.

You toy with the fringe of the throw blanket on your couch, waiting for him to say something.

“Y/N this is…”

“Cheesy and stupid, I know, I’m sorry.” You say, covering your face with your hands, trying to ignore the urge to throw yourself from your balcony.

He pulls your hands away and kisses you, hard. Hands cupping your face, sliding into your hair, his movements heated and insistent as he pulls you closer, practically devouring you, tongue and teeth clashing with yours. The taste of red velvet from the cupcakes you baked melding with something that is so uniquely Miguel. He pushes you down onto the couch, his ridiculously jacked body covering your own, dwarfing you, his forearms bracketing your head as his lips still on yours, and your head spins. Kissing Miguel is a trip, not that you’ve ever used hallucinogens, but every time he kisses you, you imagine it must be what a really good trip feels like. Especially when he breaks the kiss, and looks down at you with pupils blown wide, and pure adoration practically spilling from his warm brown irises.

“I love it, I love you, fuck I can’t even explain how much this—no one has ever—” he shakes his head smiling brighter than the sun, his curls falling into his face. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You reply breathlessly, heart racing in your chest, your face flushed, your lips tingling. Did he just say he loved you?

Miguel dips his head back down, reconnecting your lips, one hand ghosting down your side to grip your thigh and wrap your leg around his lower back. “I’ll get you a better gift, like you got me, but first let me show you how much I appreciate your thoughtfulness.”

“Miguel, you really don’t have to.” You tell him, though you have no idea where you’re ever going to wear a giant ass diamond.

“Oh, but I want to dulzura, I really, really do.” He says, removing your clothes faster than you can blink, and pressing himself against your black cloth covered core with an appreciative groan, eyeing you like he’s a dying man and you’re his last meal. “You have no idea how grateful I am.”

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[jar-of-maise]

"Lynette!" Lyney bursts into the living room with uncharacteristic clumsiness. Leaning against the door frame, Lyney looks like the perfect image of chaos. Little streamers erupt from his pockets and tiny fireworks explode, crackling from under hat and sleeve as he stumbles through the doorway. 

The ominous smell of smoke begins to taint the air. 

"Lyney, you know what the rules are about magic props inside the house," Lynette chides, blowing on her tea meticulously without looking at her brother. 

"Is something wrong...Lyney?" Freminet asks hesitantly, unsure of how to breach the topic. 

His older brother huffs dramatically, staggering over to the couch with comically elongated steps. Freminet has to remind himself that this is his older brother, Lyney the Magician, the responsible team leader they all look up to and admire. 

He takes another look at Lyney's frazzled expression and decides that now might not be one of those times. 

“Oh it’s horrid!” Lyney whines, “the show’s all falling to pieces now!” He exclaims, shoving his face into a cushion. Freminent glances at Lynette, who’s determinedly ignoring Lyney and eyeing a slice of cake on the table. 

“Leave him be,” she says when she notices Freminent’s silent cry of help, “he’s just being dramatic. Lyney pull yourself together,” she scolds, carefully slicing through the cake with a fork, “you’re making Freminent worry.” 

“Oh my dearest little brother! I had no idea, please forgive me for causing you grief!” Lyney monologues, in a manner not very different to how Lady Furina would deliver speeches, “but this is a matter of utmost importance, I’m really in a pickle.”

“Lynette, maybe…” Freminent begins, watching as his sister’s tail flicks, “hm? Oh alright,” she says in an exasperated voice, “Lyney, use your words. What. Is. It?” 

“I,” Lyney begins, delighted to have an audience, “have a problem!”

“I’m delighted to know that you have gained self-awareness,” Lynette replies dryly, reaching for another slice of cake, Freminent watches her and knows that a scolding from Lyney is imminent, but keeps his mouth shut.

“Oh Lynette, how could you be so cold to your dear brother?” Lyney continues to complain, he rests his cheek on the cushion and sighs. 

“Are you going to talk about your problem or not?” 

“All in due time, there’s no need to be impatient,” Lyney retorts, Freminent blinks, clutching Pers a little tighter as he gets comfortable.

“See, it goes a little like this,” Lyney begins wistfully, “I’ve been experiencing something quite phenomenal you see,” he says, eye turning round, “my hands have been sweating a lot, and it’s like my heart is about to go–” Lyney snaps his fingers and miraculously, a shower of blue coloured butterflies erupt from his fingertips. 

“Like that!” He waves his hands.

Freminet nods, “I see,” he says, absorbing himself in the storytelling. 

“Just get on with it,” Lynette says, delicately pouring herself another cup of tea, her ears pricked in a very satisfied manner. 

“Well!” Lyney continues unoffended, “my brain has also been going fuzzy and I’m finding it hard to focus…no matter what happens, I just keep thinking about the same thing. But sometimes I’m giddy and all mushy like–” 

“Please don’t,” Lynette interrupts, “it’ll be a hassle to clean up later.” 

“Oh just this once, please Lynette, please?” 

Lynette sighs, “fine.” She says, with unamused eyes. 

Lyney grins and melts himself onto the couch, “I’m melting like sugar, or one of those chocolates that dissolve in your mouth!” He proclaims, and throws a sweet at Freminet who catches it, “Caramel Melts; nothing like a melt to give you a little help,” he says slowly, reading the cursive print on the wrapper. 

“Where did you get this from?” Freminet asks curiously. 

“Unimportant,” Lyney says dismissively, ���I’ll get you some more if you like them though, but anyways, all of the symptoms listed above,” Lyney unravels a scroll and unrolls it with a flourish. 

Freminet should be used to Lyney’s tricks by now, but he’s still amazed at the fountain pen that begins writing by itself, “sweaty hands, strange emotions; mushiness, unreasonable amounts of joy…” he stops reading. 

“All of these,” Lyney points at the scroll, “are what I believe are symptoms of…” he pauses for dramatic effect.

“That’s right! These are none other than…signs of heart stroke!” Lyney says proudly. 

There is a long, fat silence. 

The floor is very interesting, Freminet decides, and these shoes have a spectacular shine, I should really polish them some more, he thinks to himself.

“Lyney,” Lynette says, breaking the heavy silence, “you’re not going through heart stroke.” 

Thank archons, Lynette is here! Freminet doesn’t think he’d have the courage to say that to Lyney’s face, in a manner that wouldn’t make Lyney even more melodramatic. 

“What!? Then what is it?” Lyney asks, rising from the clutches of the plush couch for the first time. 

“My diagnosis is…” Lynette pauses for dramatic effect, and Freminet swears Pers is listening attentively too. 

They all hold their breaths. 

“You’re in love, Lyney.” Lynette announces, taking a long sip of her tea. Freminet’s eyes widen, but it doesn’t compare to the heavy thud he hears and the long, loud shriek of, “WHAT?!” That echoes well and truly wonderfully throughout Hotel Bouffes d'ete. From then on, the urban legends of Fontaine often speculated about a most inhuman ghoul or perhaps, troll that was being kept hidden in the Hotel basement. 

Not that such rumours could ever be proven. 

“Let them imagine,” Lynette would say, sipping her tea nonchalantly, “a little shock has never hurt anyone,” she glances at Lyney, who’s been sitting on his chair with a stunned expression on his face. Indeed, Lynette helps herself to a macaroon, perhaps the next step is to give Lyney a little push, after all, a gentle nudge has never hurt anyone either.

[debeste-prosecutor]

HELLO HELLO. I’m currently imagining Kunikida being Dazai’s caregiver and Ranpo just being there and nonchalantly being like “You’re doing that wrong” “You’re gonna upset him” “That’s not what he needs” Because Kunikida acts like he’s straight out of a parenting book

So! Kunikida and Ranpo taking care of little Dazai headcanons pretty please? Paying for my request in buttons of course (I REMEMBERED)

Oh my goodness I love this… you always come up with the best ideas! (Yay button!! Very pretty blue…)

🐟🔍Dual-caregivers Kunikida and Ranpo for little Dazai 📖🐟

Kunikida and Ranpo agree on a couple of things I think! The baby always needs his nap, and a snack while he’s little (so he might actually eat something for the day)

BUT you’re so right Kunikida would turn to like. Parenting books and forums for advice, and Ranpo would sit there in disbelief as Kunikida literally opens a book to see how he should deal with xyz.

I think Ranpo would just kind of take over the situation if he knew what to do. Baby is overstimulated? Headphones. Understimulated? Some toys that make noise (like a kitty cat keyboard ^^!) Kunikida appreciates it of course, but it can kind of make him feel like he’s in a ‘back-seat’ position when it comes to Dazai’s care.

Kunikida wants to make super duper sure his little one is healthy, which means yucky vegetables sometimes. Ranpo doesn’t really see the point, this is supposed to be fun for Dazai, right? Relaxing? Why make him eat something he doesn’t like (it’s the texture of the carrots he’s discovered, when they’re cooked they’re too mushy), when this is supposed to be feel good time for him? He takes the hit to his taste buds and eats the carrots for Dazai, replacing it with another safe food of the baby’s (goldfish crackers…).

Kunikida notices, duh, and he’s like: “…if you want carrots I can make you some too?” And Ranpo mentally facepalms and goes, “No he doesn’t like them so I ate them for him. The texture freaks him out.”

And Kunikida frowns because he doesn’t want the baby to be uncomfortable, but he also knows nutrition is important. Him and Ranpo come to a compromise, finding fruits and veggies the baby does like (mango is a big win), and also some of his safe foods.

I think Ranpo would take on a more casual role in caring (plays with baby, 'Don't tell your Papa' is a common phrase when he gives Dazai sweets when he's not supposed to,) and Kunikida takes a more by-the-book approach (naps, maybe setting rules if he sees fit (like in play-rough's AU!! Nothing too restrictive, only for his safety,) making sure he gets all the nutrition he needs.)

I think because they have such different approaches to caring, it works well! I think they'd make a great power team when it comes to taking care of the little one.

When they first started working together (President assigned, Kunikida needed some extra help, whatever you'd like to imagine,) I think it would have been a lot like "You're doing that wrong," "he'll hate that shirt," as Ranpo sat to the side sipping on a juice box, but I think as he got more comfortable caring for someone he'd just be more hands on and fix it!! (And let Kunikida know what was wrong for later)

Eek... I hope you like these! This is my first time in a while doing a request (sorry gang... I want to I promise my brain just struggles to find the motivation...) but this idea was just so perfect :>

[slashingdisneypasta]

Cruella De Vil x Reader || Smexcerpt

Plot: You've had an exhausting day, and eating out your mean lady is just what you need 💋🚬

Warnings: Smuttttt. Also Cruella is very mean 😅 XD

Nothing special. I just want more fics of eating out women... especially Her XD

Sighing, you close her office door behind you and drop your bag on the ground by the doorway, before rolling your tight shoulders. "Oh my god, it's been the longest workday... " You're tired, you have a headache and you're just done with the world.

"Go home, then." Cruella tells you like it's obvious, rolling her eyes at the papers she was going through; highlighting and underlining.

Huffing, you plop in the seat across from her desk. "I wanted to see you, though."

"Well, I'm busy." She puts down the papers and slips her sharp nails under another pile, focusing her snake-like eyes on those new figures without pause. "Make yourself useful, somehow."

"Can't work anymore. Head broken. Brain-dead."

She shakes her head, waiving you off. "Get me a drink then, or something. Go get yourself a snack. Oversee the window cleaning on the second floor. Ride the lift until your stupid little head goes fuzzy- I don't care. But don't you hinder me when I'm busy."

Your head's already fuzzy, you think.

...

...

...

It takes you a few minutes before you do it, so credit where credit is due. But it's not long, before you put your fuzzy brain to good use.

The steel doors of Cruella's office are sealed closed, so you simply settle under her desk and get comfortable between her smooth thighs after slipping her her sleek black panties off of her. Above you, you hear her release a sigh; muttering to herself. "Well, better then nothing... "

As soon as you start softly licking her pretty pussy you start to feel relieved from your day. Like her cunt's the cure to your headache and tight muscles, the moment you feel her soft lips under your salacious tongue you feel immediate relief. You think her pussy is magic, and you're addicted.

Every stroke of your tongue against her velvety cunt makes you feel better, more comfortable, and warmer. You don't even mind the hardness of the cold tile ground your bony knees are digging into.

When Cruella inevitably becomes drippy and needy under your attentions, her slick all over you chin and trickling onto your neck, you slip your hands around her thighs and hold her thighs against the sides of your head and really start to go down on that magic pussy. With fluid strokes, you draw your tongue deeply into her and suck her at the same time. When her sharp fingernails scrape against your sore skull you give a pathetic, fully contented moan into her. Then she tugs your hair s l o w l y, for a drawn out few moments, and you just want to melt.

You have to pause sucking her off to breath and pull yourself together, hair in your face, and give her thighs and pussy a few kisses, before returning to your tawdry activity.

After this you start rubbing your tongue continuously against her clit, and when you hear Cruella's pen be set down very firmly onto the desk with a snap, you can't help but smirk; drowsy and pussy-drunk. With one last, long lick across her wet, soft pussy, you finally take your mouth away from her.

When, finally, you drive two of your fingers slowly into her mushy, used hole, now beinb set back on your butt under the desk so that you can watch your fingers dissapear in and slick ooz out, it takes all of 4 good thrusts in-and-out for Cruella cum. To squeeze your hair around her fist, and clench your knuckles inside her so tight your lips part because god that's hot.

... she relaxes again after a few seconds and you slip your fingers free from her, and suck them clean, savouring the last bits of her flavour. Cruella sighs, and puts the flat of her high heeled shoe to your body and half pushes, half kicks you out from under the desk. You fall back on the heels of your hands, and give a giggle.

"Well I hope you feel better," Cruella sighs, frustrated. "You've just wasted my time. Out."

Shaking your head, you pop back up into your seat and flash Cruella a grin; chin covered in grease and hair a mess. "I do feel better, thank you very much. I'll get you that drink, now. What do you want, darling?"

She raises a brow at you, your boldness, before sighing and chucking a cardboard box of tissues at your chest and looking back to her work. "Make yourself presentable first. You'll get me jasmine tea, piping hot, and if you get it wrong you'll get back under the desk. Clear?"

With a wicked smirk, you nod. "... You want biscuits?"

"Of course I want biscuits, you little idiot." 

[misasimagines]

dating hcs / reader x Ren (Tokyo Debunker)

included characters: all about Ren (much like the rest of my blog sometimes...)

rating: SFW, nothing NSFW here I prommy.

warnings: he's just a menace. Only thing assumed about the reader is that you are smaller than him in one bullet point. These are also much more casual and not as polished as I try to make my normal fics so sorry if that bothers you!

I can't promise there won't maybe eventually be a part 2 or a NSFW version of this. genuinely someone save me please im being held hostage in my own brain.

Level 10 clinger but he won't admit it. He's just like Where are you going :/ when you get up and it's like bro I've been here 4 hours? And he's like …. whatever you can leave …. And that obviously means he does not want you to leave.

But it's somewhat okay! Because he actually gives really good hugs. Just only to you, everyone else gets the stiffest and most uncomfortable hugs that result in him shoving them away and groaning and complaining about harassment. With you, you get a nice snuggly hug and he groans and complains if you try to wiggle out too soon. give and take.

You can go make yourself some ramen and he's like hanging off you, arms wrapped around your waist, resting his chin on your head or shoulder like, are you making me ramen too? And you give in because he's being uncommonly cute. And then he's immediately giving demands like don't cook it too long and it gets mushy, that's gross, and don't add the seasoning packet on top like that because it gets all clumpy and gross like BOY do you want your ramen cooked for you OR NOT? No matter how you make it, he's going to make a face and be like “This is trash…no I'll eat it…it's whatever…” it's not trash, he's very touched, he's just insufferable.

If you're sleeping in the same bed as him and get up in the morning before he does, there is a non-zero (and by non zero I mean incredibly high) chance he's just grabbing you around the waist, pulling you back down, and complaining that it's too early. Okay? I have a job??? He will just hold you tightly and whine at you that he was warm and comfortable and you can't just leave him, he doesn't sleep as well without you. He's too tired to really realize what he's saying and will deny this later, instead being like ugh whatever you take up too much room in my bed, you're lucky I sacrifice so much for you… (wait don't go back to your room tonight, take me with you-)

On sleeping, you probably go in thinking that sharing a bed with him will be just sleeping on opposite sides as separate as possible. Not true. He's the big spoon and you are no different from a body pillow now the way he's laying half on top of you. If it's too hot though, then yeah, get out of his bed….I mean don't really, he'll complain if you leave, but he's sprawled out and doesn't want you to touch him at all.

Really doesn't want to go on dates. He's like we can just stay in, right? ….watch a movie and play games…. going out sucks and it's expensive and we could run into people we know and they'd ruin it anyway… but when there's a new movie that he wants to see, he's like we Have To Go. We Have To. But when it was YOUR ice cream shop he's like….it's too cold out to get ice cream why do you want to go there?? Just buy a popsicle at the convenience store or smth….

He will give in and do things you want, though. You just have to be clear with him that it should be fair and equal, where you go and when. You stay in with him one day, he goes out with you another. Equality. This doesn't stop him from complaining. He's true to himself there.

Really though he's just embarrassed about going out and being perceived as Guy Who Goes On Dates because that's just. Too much. So if he's ever really apprehensive, he's probably just overthinking and overstimulated by it and you should probably just accept it's a stay at home night.

Like if someone starts poking fun at him for being your boyfriend or something he's like instantly kind of freaked out and bothered. Not because he doesn't want to be your boyfriend but because having it pointed out and being a part of his identity just kind of scares him. He'll be off and probably a bit avoidant for a few hours at least because of this.

He DOES use you for excuses though. Haru walks in and Ren's like nope can't do anything today look, they're laying on top of me, can't move, would ruin their day, you don't want to ruin their day right? If you want them to suffer, you can make me leave and do work but that's on you then. And of course Haru is like 😭 I could never do damage to your lovely partner 😭 

Your own participation doesn't matter here. You could be standing up and the second Ren hears Haru's footsteps, he's yanking you down on top of him so he can make that excuse. 

As awful and selfish as he is, he can be sweet, he just can't have it acknowledged. He'll bring you stuff from the store if he thinks/knows you like it and he'll pick out movies you'd like and he would 100% follow you around in a mmo he made you start and just murder all the enemies for you so you can progress easily. + He's throwing high level gear your way because he doesn't need it and he would grind for the cute pet you wanted so he can give it to you.

If you want to vent and complain and bitch, he's your man. He's like yeah fuck that guy (never met that guy in his life) he sucks. He's your biggest supporter for being a hater. If you're like I hate this person - when he meets them? He hates this person too. They don't have a chance here.

Coworker or peer who's mean to you? He meets them and is immediately like [disgusted face] I see what you mean. And the coworker is like??? See what??? Bro???? And he's mean! He's not nice to them. He's not actively insulting them, but whenever they talk he's making a face and sighing like he's never been so disgusted before.

He also holds grudges for you. Someone bumps into you in public and doesn't apologize? Permanent spot on his shit list. Friend argument that makes you upset or, even worse, cry? That friend is dead to him and he will not forgive them on your behalf. Doesn't matter if you don't care or you forgive them, he is not letting it go.

Will put on actually scary horror movies to watch so when it's time for you to go home/send him home, you're like……um I don't want to be alone, I'm scared. And then he can be like ugggh fine I guess I can stay, you're so needy (LETS FUCKING GOOOO)

Doesn't really do pet names, but if you call him a pet name like babe, honey, sweetie, etc he's blushing and he'll basically do anything you want because he doesn't know how to Think right now.

If you're upset about something, he's not great at advice or comforting words, but he'll cuddle you and let you relax and he won't complain about it. He'll even go pick up a comfort meal for you or make you some tea/coffee/etc. He'll be like, You like this movie right? We can watch it. - even though you know, for a fact, he cannot stand that movie. 

He'll just hold you and pet your head and listen and stay quiet for once.

Mostly, he doesn't like attention being brought to any of the sweet or generous things he does, and he has to ruin most of his own shows of affection by being selfish or whiney. It doesn't mean that he didn't have good intentions when he did the nice act, he just can't have them like super focused on because he gets embarrassed. Say thank you or give him a little kiss on the cheek and don't gush about it and he'll be okay. Maybe a little blushy but okay.

Also he's a drama queen. I don't think I even need to elaborate on this because it's so evident but he just reacts intensely to some things even if he tries really hard to be Too Cool to look more than just annoyed. Good Luck Fellow Soldiers.

Actually please pull the most basic “jump out and scare him” pranks because he screams every time and it's hilarious and he hates it but it's payback for all the bad horror movies.

Also payback because he'd let you borrow his hoodies, and the sleeves would be too long for you, and when you're not paying attention, he'd pull the loose ends behind your back and tie them together and then pull the hood over your face so you're trapped and can't see. This is because he is evil. And he does it whenever he thinks you've forgotten that he does this, and even if you remember and fight back, it's a losing battle. He deserves all the terrible things that happen to him 🫡

He looks so smug when he does this and mostly just uses it for leverage to make you stay with him longer than you planned to or if you were being bratty or something. 

If you Wise up and try to avoid this, he'll just come up with new methods. He's stubborn and you're basically challenging him so… best of luck, soldier 🫡

[saturnzskyzz]

Arcane tkl concepts

A/N: 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐(𝙸 𝚍𝚘 ⚰️) 𝚂𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚜 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚔𝚕 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎! :]

These are just for fun! So no credit needed. There's barely any tkl fics for arcane so I thought I might spark some creativity!

Catvi (Caitlyn & Vi)

Lee! Caitlyn ler! Vi

In the talking stage, there comes a time where they start to become touchy with each other? Not extensive, but just enough where there's some playful banter and vi would either shove Caitlyn's shoulder, or Caitlyn would playfully kick Vi from behind her knee. But what Vi recently discovered was that Caitlyn is rather sensitive in the sides from random, and playful, pokes. When Vi wants to confront her about it, Caitlyn would seem to deny it, but also wouldn't completely scruff the idea of her being sensitive on the sides. And THAT'S when Vi is like, "let's test how sensitive you are" or something, and would go for the kill.

Lee! Vi ler! Caitlyn

A cute one that I thought of is that Caitlyn likes to give Vi gentle tickles when she's overwhelmed or stressed. Vi would lay on her girlfriends lap, and since Caitlyn would have a habit of stroking Vi's hair, she would purposely get close enough to Vi's neck and would just enlight the most breathiest giggles from Vi. OH MY GOODNESS I need to write this one😭😭

Jayvik (Jayce & Viktor)

Lee! Jayce ler! Viktor

The thought of Jayce being on the receiving end should not be this surprising.. Then again he's a playful little shit and I headcanon that Jayce inflicts Viktor's ler side. Jayce would do something as simple as misplacing something of Viktor's and acting like he didn't do it, and when Viktor isn't getting an answer from Jayce, that's when he's like "you know what? You asked for it" and would tickle the answer out of him. The amount of times this has happened would be historic.

Lee! Viktor ler! Jayce

Again, playful little shit Jayce. He likes to hear his friends laugh, and when he doesn't want to be on the receiving end of things when annoying his partner in crime, how about he annoys them by tickling them? 😭😭 of course with Viktor's health he take account that he can't go too rough or else a very painful coughing fit would start.. He would literally jump off of a building if he went that far. So he just goes gentle with Viktor, and when I tell you the giggles that would fly out of this man would send a serotonin boost to Jayce??!! He could hear this man giggle all day.

Timebomb(Jinx & Ekko)

:𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚐𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍:

SPOILERS FOR ACT3

Lee! Jinx ler! Ekko

When building up their friendship again after the war, they talk a lot about the past. When Ekko bring up a past memory that he adored which is when Ekko first discovered that Jinx was ticklish, he reluctantly brings it up and when jinx is all like "what? I don't remember that" or trying to deny it, that's when Ekko is like "I wonder if you're still ticklish" and we all know how that will turn out. Obviously there's this headcanon I have for the both of them that they are frequent with their tickle fights, and either one of them could either have the upper hand, or one is on the receiving end. Different days with a different winner. If that makes sense? 😭

Lee! Ekko ler! Jinx

I feel like jinx would have discovered it randomly. Like "oh, did that hurt?" and when Ekko goes no, Jinx is just like "okay, NOW we need to decipher what that noise was" and it would lead to her tickling the shit out of Ekko. This ones really short, but it also explains itself pretty well I believe 😭

That's all that I have for these main three pairs!! My brain is all goopy and mushy by thinking about all these 😭😭 hopefully these strike interest for you guys :]]

[lucabyte]

Hello! First of all I love ur art, and because of that I have something to ask you regarding it. This comic has never left my mind for the last year or so since you first posted it and I was wondering where the specific things the characters are saying came from! Even if it's not from anything and you came up with it yourself, I would love to be able to quote the dialogue elsewhere and know who to attribute it to (because the depth of the relatively simple exchange is MASSIVE and I wanna be able to share it with people)

Hiiiiiii :D

Thank u very much hearing that you wanna quote something i made is insane and absolutely go ahead feel free.

and yea! it comes frommmm my brain. i guess attribute it to my username lol?? Unless it's in a context where attributing usernames would be strange in which case uhh dm me im not super precious about my irl name being used i just find it funny to be anonymous. old timey nettiquete n all that I can step you through what i recall my thought process was at least? Lol. I recall it came to me for the most part like, basically fully formed with the exception of flipping the pronoun from 'me' to 'you' happening when i was thumbnailing it.

Thought process below if u want it. it got long and is kind of a ramble but wheee. idk if this would Ruin the Magic or not but i usually enjoy hearing the reasoning of artists so. ?? sure

so. despite being listed as "alt title:" that joke was actually the starting point. I had been thinking about that one tumblr post that goes "one must imagine sisyphus pokemon puzzle challenge gbc" riffing on the whole one must imagine sisyphus happy thing.

and like ive already rambled about the Bonus Depth that siffrin being named for sisyphus has. The whole thing where the *reason* sisyphus got trapped with the rock in the first place was because he cheated death & in the process stopped death for everyone else too. (though. siffrin did that on accident and sisyphyus was. a rascally and intentional little scamp about it. what with the corpse desecration and all (don't get me started on a potential siffrin/loop reading of sisyphys' time spent seperated from and then returning to his gross rotten body. but im sure we could do something there too.))

so id been thinking abt siffrin-short-for-sisyphus for a while and that obviously makes loop the boulder. and the "one must imagine sisyphyus horny" thing is funny and had been in my brain since. i had been thinking about that post.

then it kind of combined with a disguuuuuustingly mushy train of thought . (spurring from *another* previous joke of mine about how siffrin was >on a boat >looked back >shouldn'tve >this is an orpheus) where i had been batting back and forth an exchange in my head of the two of them (postcanon) arguing in circles who suits orpheus/euridice better and that "well you hardly Doomed me by looking back, you saved me." "I could say the same for you!!" which is just. so sacchirine its embarrasing. (so when i used it for this i cut it off at the 'doomed' part for the mid-canon fight implications.)

And then there's just the. like viciously obvious narcissus stuff. Like loop's design is literally inspired by a contemporary piece of art of narcissus. Howeverrrr I had also been thinking about the part of the narcissus myth everyone forgets. Echo. Whose name literally went on to be Our Fucking Word for a copy (with undertones of being a Hollow Copy!!!) which is obviously supposed to be bleak irony re: narcissus falling in love with his reflection. and because i was being blorbobrained i was like hmm. a Copy falling in love with someone whos infatuated with their Reflection. Being so in love with them despite their utter ignoration that both wither and die? Yeah thats . that could be sifloop

so i come up with that first panel's dialogue due to having these three trains of thought in a relatively close timeframe. But its in like a sappy "eaugh too cute while still being oddly nihilistic" manner. The two of them using a rotating list of greek myth allusions as weird pet names for each other wistfully type shit. Again so saccharine i kind of want to not tell u this but i am being soooo honest right nowwww. but yeah i kind of rotate it in my head for a while, while im just wandering around the house doing nothing.

and then as im scolding myself for "oh come on now. three? three *different* greek myths? not everything is your scrimblo bimblo shipping fuel dude." the second half of the dialogue forms in my brain just kind of unprompted and i go "oh . or it could be fucking baller. hold on" and i think i like. made this in only like 3 hours or something scary like that. just got posessed by how sick as hell my wording was and yknow what? i was right it fucks like hell. glad i pounced on it.

but yeah there's the thoughts. overall it was very meandering and disjointed as always lol.

i'm a little mean to myself for calling my readings "surface level" since like. well nah dude they aren't *that* surface level. im just a horrid stickler for Artistic Integrity and Intent. and like as i point out above yeah. there's plenty implications to read into outside of the surface stuff. Narcissus and Echo dying unfulfilled despite being right next to each other, Sisyphus' seperated body and spirit thing & stopping death for *everyone* (and sisyphus being a king. i am never not on sisyphus being a literal king. What A Choice.), and Orpheus and Euridice being a tale of how You Can't Help but be worried for the people you love, how you'll love so much you'll go against the 'rational' thing to do. Very siffrincoded. Also boats. (Also that part where orpheus gets torn asunder by a pack of women. uh. maybe not that part. hmm. maybe that can be mal du pays (<- JOKING))

Honestly there's a major treatise to be said about like. how even though im talking sifloop here i keep implicating the party (the other people sisyphus stopped from dying, the 'loop as orpheus and the party as euridice' read) because they're kind of so viscerally inseperable- especially loop- after having so much other identity discarded that this becomes their Whole Purpose. However best i can really do is just gesture at it ?? and go ????

this kind of mapping is good to do though especially in a deeper sense. a friend of mine still has an outright *biblical* reading of The King up her sleeve that she may or may not detail someday. so . yknow this kind of drawing back to mythology is where my head tends to be at. anyway narcissus was real for that #1 self love king get it dude (watches him atrophy) uh oh

[ghuleh-recs]

*inhales deeply* Haaappyyy Birthdaaayyyy @miasmaghoul!!!!!!!! Ohhhh MAN we are all in for a treat today. As per usual, I have compiled a list of some of my favorite Miasma fics in honor of their special day—a greatest hits if you will. Not only are they an absurdly good writer, they are an incredibly thoughtful, kind, supportive and generous friend. All mushiness aside, if Miasma's writing isn't making my brain melt out of my ears (because smut), it's making me actually cry real tears. (No one who has read Suspended Reality will ever really emotionally recover.)

It was extremely difficult to narrow these down to a reasonable list so please feel free to add your own Miasma must-reads if I missed a good one. Please consider leaving a comment when you read any of these. You know. As a little treat. A little birthday treat. I just think Miasma deserves a treat ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Endless thanks to @askingforthesun @forlorn-crows @belle--ofthebrawl and @iamthecomet for their input (Miasma can you guess who rec'd what? hehehe).

recs under the cut.

By Your Righteous Hand - Swiss x Rain - 3.1k, E

He’s across the room in a handful of strides, palming himself through his pants as he watches Rain’s fingers tease those strings. Swiss can see the strength in them, the deftness, the skill, and his body heats with memories of how they look around his cock. How they feel when Rain curls them inside him, how his thighs quiver with it every time. How they feel between his lips. Swiss should be embarrassed by the fact that he’s already panting, but shame is overrated. “I forget how weak this makes you,” Rain says, low and teasing. And it’s true – Swiss is not a weak ghoul, but for this? Well. “Kneel for me.”

Electric Light, Vibrant Sound - Cirrus x Cumulus x Sunshine - 2.9k, E

All of Sunshine’s senses seem sharper, somehow. The lights are brighter, the colors more distinct. The rainbow-colored confetti littering the stage seems to glow beneath her feet. Her nose tickles, filled with sweat, sulfur from the pyro and the confusing combined scent of her fellow ghouls. She sways as she walks, blowing kisses and waving with both hands. It’s a sudden distinct whiff of lavender and orange blossom that drags her back down to Earth, the ghoulette stumbling and catching herself on Rain’s sleeve. The new scents flood her sinuses and swirl into her lungs, spirals of springtime slicing through the haze in her mind. Sunshine shakes her head, one hand resting on her stomach as her eyes dart around the stage. She knows these smells, but in the fog of adrenaline and whatever else is filling her skull she can’t place it. Not until she sees them.

A Touch Too Much - Copia x Dewdrop - 9k, E

“Do you know what is wrong with him?” He doesn’t even try to keep the tilt of concern from his voice. Aether knows him better than most of the ghouls, it would be pointless to try and hide it from him. “Nothing’s wrong,” Aether replies. They stare at each other for a few beats and he does not elaborate, which Copia finds supremely unhelpful. He frowns, crossing his arms and stepping back while Aether rubs at the back of his neck. The ghoul huffs out a long-suffering sigh. “Strictly speaking, at least.” “If nothing is wrong, then what-” “He’s in heat, Papa.” Aether cuts him off in a rushed exhale. Copia freezes mid toe-tap. Oh. -- or -- Dew goes into heat on stage and Copia has to deal with the fallout. It goes about as well as you'd expect.

Believing is Seeing - Aeon & Aether & Dewdrop - 1.2k, G

"Bullshit," Dew scoffs, leaning his chair back to balance on two legs. "You don't really expect me to believe this crap, do you?" Beside him, Aether rolls his eyes. "Ye of little faith," he chuckles, nudging Dew's knee with his own. "I'm telling you, Dew, he's never wrong." "Whatever," he says with a dismissive wave. "He's probably about as accurate as that fortune cookie I got last week." Across the table, their supposed psychic chuckles. He scoots closer and leans on his elbows, cupping his own face in both hands, and something about the look in his eye makes Dew straighten up in his chair. "What're you so scared of?" He nods at the table, a slew of tarot cards laid out before the three of them. "That I might be right?"

Permafrost - Mountain x Rain - 11k, E

“Will you-” he whispers, feeling his skin prickle in the wake of Mountain’s barely-there touch, “will you help me now?” It’s pathetic and he knows it, but he’s beyond caring. Something dark flashes over Mountain’s face then, and Rain feels an anxious flutter in his chest. “I believe I said I was having fun watching,” he rumbles, and Rain’s stomach plummets through the floor when he remembers what game they’re playing. “Oh no,” he whines, biting hard at his bottom lip. “Oh yes,” Mountain growls, moving himself closer to Rain as the smaller ghoul digs the heels of his hands into his eyes. “But if you listen closely, maybe I’ll reconsider.” The words are liquid in Rain’s ear, flowing into the folds of his brain in a silvery spiral, and he feels himself melting into the mattress all over again. Powerless to resist.

A Little Less Conversation - Aether x Dewdrop - 2.8k, E

After a long day, Dewdrop finds himself at the mercy of a very loud motel. Thankfully Aether is a good distraction.

Brushfire - Cumulus x Dewdrop - 4.6k, E

She should probably retreat to a stall. Sink two fingers into her cunt and make it quick. What if someone walked in an found her humping the sinks? That surely wouldn't look very good. Cumulus bites into her red-stained lower lip and groans at the thought, knuckles blanching as her grip strengthens. She ruts against the counter, drags the hard bud of her clit over the edge of it, feeling her panties start to soak through. There will probably be a damp spot on her dress when she pulls back at the rate she's going. Her knees really start to shake, her breath coming in strained gasps, the heat in her belly already threatening to spread. One trembling hand flies to her chest, squeezes a prominent nipple and - "Well, isn't this a sight."

WET DREAM RAIN - Rain x Swiss - 1.4k, E

His fingers drift in aimless swirls over Rain's thigh, the water ghoul still snoring softly into his pillow. It's midday judging by the way the spring sunlight pours from between the heavy navy drapes. The air is thick with lavender and rose, sweet scents carried from the nearby gardens mingling with the heady aroma stuck in Swiss's nose. Rain is pressed against his bare chest, their sleep shirt caught up around their ribs. Swiss's other arm is around his waist, fingertips teasing the trail of soft hair poking out of Rain's boxers. His soaking wet boxers.

Bonds of Trust - Omega x Secondo - 3.4k, M

He crosses the room in a handful of strides, hands extended, and Omega visibly sags with a ragged sigh. He offers up what Secondo knew he was holding behind his back - a simple leather strap with a buckle on one end and a shiny silver ring in the center. "I need your help, Papa," Omega murmurs, and that's all Secondo needs to hear. "Then I will give it to you."

All Water Holy - Dewdrop x Rain - 6.5k, E

“Rain, I’m not- I’m not kidding,” he manages, but the laughter removes the seriousness and urgency from his voice and Rain can’t stop himself. “Not kidding about what?” he asks, mock innocent. He would have thought it would be taking more out of him to keep Dew pinned beneath him, but he seems increasingly weak the longer it goes on, wearing himself out. “Fuck you,” Dew spits, pained and forced to smile through it anyway, “seriously, I’m gonna piss myself.” Or, As always, Rain gets what he wants, and Dewdrop suffers (affectionate).

Once More, With Feeling - Cirrus x Cumulus x Sunshine - 4.3k, E

Every now and then, Cirrus wakes with a very specific ache. It’s a distinctly empty feeling. Like something had been taken from her in the night, stolen away while she slept a restless sleep rife with images of shimmering skin and ruby lips. She’ll wake panting and wide-eyed, delicate claws digging into the mattress with her thighs clamped so tightly together they threatened to seize up. Every inch of her covered in goosebumps, every brush of the sheets against her skin sending electricity skittering through her tense muscles. On days like these, everything is too much. On days like these, too much is exactly what she needs. And she knows just where to get it.

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[ysaefinn]

i don’t know how far your limits are for piss kinks so pls don’t respond if this makes u uncomfy !! but when i read the one post about mommy!sugu making reader wet themselves i went WILD. definitely thinking about him doing it as a humiliation ritual. like making reader stand there w a full bladder, his heart thumping w joy watching reader squirm and whine. he definitely does not like seeing his baby in pain, i know we classified that !! but reader definitely is in more of a obeying / submissive headspace and listens to him when he orders them to let go right then and there.

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Piss kink, mommy kink , infantilization, mdni

TEDDYNON PLZ DW!!!!! I'm very much into this lmaooo

Like i said before I don't have a piss kink but when it's used with mommy!sugu as a punishment or as a means to enforce your roles or make you regress i am very much into it (..so maybe i do? Idk)

And GOD bless you, bless your brain, bless you bless you THIS IS SO YUMMY 😭😭😭😭 im literally suuuuchhhh a whore for suguru snatching away your autonomy, it's so him bcuz he genuinely doesn't believe in privacy between u both like he shaves ur pubes!!!!! Also, the squirming and whining actually does kill him he loves it when u act like the baby he knows that you are. I JUST TALKED ABOUT THE GOING LIMP THING IN MY PREVIOUS RESPONSE but making you wet yourself does make your brain go mushy and push you to babble a little, you're so right about the obedience and submission that comes after, it's def one of the reasons why he makes you go through this, to begin with, another one being training you to depend on him more, and there's also the fear for your health.

The progress goes like this: from him pushing down on your bladder, to sliding a hand between ur legs and stimulating your core a little bit while cooing about how "it must be so hard for a little thing like you to hold it in for so long", to gently kissing beneath your navel and rubbing that spot gently while talking about how "you know it's bad for you, let it out and let mommy take care of it" to FINALLY immediately obeying him and doing what your told when he tells you to let go ..praises you when you finally reach that point "good baby...you're so good for mommy" "you make mommy so proud little one" you get to suck on his nipple allllll you want and finally get some of those sweet sweet orgasms he's been withholding. You'll still have to thank him tho <33

I wanna say that he puts u on sex ban but we've already established that you have to cry and beg for his dick to begin with lol

[archivesofthevoid]

Hiiii!!

Can I get a friends to lovers scenario with some of the Harry Potter boys (particularly George Weasley and Remus Lupin if you do those two characters ❤️❤️)? Any specifics will do, I’m just a sucker for the trope. Please and Thank you!!!

George Weasley - Friends to Lovers Trope HCs

I know you guys are looking for probably actual writing but right now making bulleted headcanons are just so much easier on me and my melting brain, so for now, take this semi detailed scenario hcs about being friends to lovers with George :))

I'm so sorry I'm advance!! these really are just me rambling about how I think it would go,,, I hope y'all enjoy,,

I promise I'll actually write something better for this soon

•So friends to lovers with the one and only George Weasley. Honestly I see this trope as like,,, you're just best friends with him and he's the one to fall first. And believe me, he falls HARD.

•This man doesn't fall easily for people. At least, not like this. Sure he's had a few fling crushes here and there that he might have hyper fixated on a tiny bit just because he craves the attention. HOWEVER - once he realizes he's falling for his best friend? He's a mess.

•One day he was just listening to you talk to him, Fred, Lee and Angelina and all of a sudden when you laughed about something stupid he said? It made him feel different. It pulled at his heartstrings in the most beautiful way that he was almost sure he imagined it because you never stirred up this reaction out of him before?? So he was very confused.

•No doubt he tried to brush it off but as time went on in the span of the 30 minutes you and everyone else was chatting in the Commons, it dawned on him.

•O h. I'm gaining feelings for my best friend.

•Insert him excusing himself to go do… something else. Probably go try to work on WWW inventions or something. He just needed to take a quick breather and distraction. Everyone thought it was normal but Fred could sense something was off with his twin. So he followed after him? He went to their dorm to see George kind of flustered and freaking out and asked what was wrong.

•Naturally, George is great with words /sar so what ended up coming out of his mouth? Complete gibberish. Fred normally could understand his brother's incessant ramblings but not this time.

•"Woah Georgie, slow down. I can't understand you when you're spilling your words all over the floor like this." He normally would have tried to make light of the situation and he still does. Thankfully, George was able to actually get out what he was trying to say.

•"I think - I think I might be falling for them!"

•Que Fred laughing. Also que George punching him in the arm while yelling "BLOODY HELL FRED THIS ISN'T FUNNY!!!"

•Oh but it is. He knew his brother was rather soft when it came to the mushy feelings of romance, but he didn't think he was this bad.

•So naturally Fred has to talk him through processing these feelings (not that he could really handle his own feelings if he ever liked someone like his twin is currently)

•They're both horrible with their feelings. Despite having a big family, I don't think Molly really was there to help them process their own feelings due to having their younger siblings to take care of. And you know Arthur was always working so it was quite literally just the two of them. Not that they don't appreciate their family but c'mon now.

•ANYWAYS I'm getting off track here. George eventually figures out his feelings and yes, its very apparent he feels something for you.

•So he and Fred try to plan accordingly about how to bring it up to you. But you're so… you. George doesn't want to mess whatever you guys have up.

•I will say however that you've noticed him acting a bit different. So the plan the twins had goes out the window once you confront and ask George about his behavior in the next coming weeks.

•He cracks, because he just can't lie to you! Not when you're looking at him like that. So he ends up spilling a confession of which almost gets missed by how hesitant and quiet he gets.

•Thankfully your ears work (unlike mine lmao) and you take his confession in pride. You tell him you appreciate it (which he swears he's about to be rejected just because of those words alone-) but then you tell him that you'd be willing to try. Because recently you had started to see him in a different light.

•He's ecstatic tbh and SO relieved. Like when I tell you he let out the biggest sigh of relief? I MEAN IT.

•This is how your relationship with him starts. Yeah it's a little messy, but not in a bad way! George has next to no idea what he's doing because he REALLY does care for you and he doesn't want to let you down or hurt you.

•Just be patient with him, okay? I promise he makes it all worth it <33

[gothushi]

Rob knows what kinda smut you read and knows you love biiig dicks. He also knows how sweet and sorta inexperienced you are with aforementioned dicks. He almost goes cross eyed when you’re together and you tell him how much you want or talk about how big he is (he knows and he doesn’t brag about it) but bro when you’re going down on him and you give him little teasing kisses/licks and then you have to wrap your hands around what you can’t get in your mouth. He can almost come just from that.

yea yea yea uea yea ye aue su eayr je rnfnendkks

like. first of all rob knows hes got a big fat cock. like. the kind u see in porn vids, not ur average everyday man. he knows, but he isnt cocky or anything abt it. (at least not till u. and not in a cringy ‘haha my cocks real big baby mmm’ its like.. condescending.. sweet.. ‘ohh.. my dick too big, honey? no.. i think itll fit..’

i can see when ur like .. u first get together and hes suuuper sweet with a whole thing abt not rushing sex or stuff bc .. sorry i rly like to hc u with rob as. maybe not a virgin but just super innocent, not a lot of experience and mostly vanilla stuff. which can tie in super easy to u reading fantasy books n smut n stuff.

i think hed be super gentle at first (always) with fucking u for the first time and. i cld totally do a first time fic w him/little drabble bc hed start by eating u out and stretching u with at least three fingers. u keep begging and begging and ur brains going all mushy for the first time ever and ur eyes are glassy but hes like … ‘no honeypie uve gotta be prepped for me.. ‘kay?’ he doesnt like to just be outright ‘my dick is really big’. but… uve seen it… seen the bulge in his pants.. short glimpses when he gets out of the shower before its hidden by a towel… u know hes bigger than ‘normal’

so when his pants finally come off and uve been fuckin edged at least four times by now ur like … holy fuck … i mean, hes god damn hung. even though hes achingly hard like dizzy with the feeling his cock is still down between his thighs. and then u whimper

‘tha’s not gonna fit in me!’

ouhhnt the way ur all teary and whiny with another gush of slick from ur hole makes him shiver. like one that runs up his spine and right back down to make his dick throb. thats the first time he realizes he likes this whole size diff thing. bc he gets to coo at u all ‘ohh.. i knew that honey… ‘m only gonna give u the tip, okay? we’re gonna take it nice and slow… gotta train this pussy for me..’ and the way u start squirming in a mini tantrum as if it isnt obvious he is not fitting all the way rn and like u arent the one who said smth first is so funny to him. ouhhh he likes it.

so the time when u do manage to take like… lets say half… ohntrf when ur whimpering all crying and ‘’s so big.. daddy..’ ‘daddy’s too big- ah! hurts-‘ ‘so- full!’

yea. he rly. rly likes that. has him filling u up immediately with a throaty groan while u squirm and cry.

i almost forgot to tie in the whole reading thing sorry but yea u read romance books n browse ao3 for stories and he knows but doesnt pry. and .. u probably up ur reading amount while hes on trips/and during the entire training portion of ur sex life bc … not that he never leaves u unsatisfied bc trust u are ALWAYS satisfied.. he just leaves u wanting more.

so u find urself browsing different categories for the first time.. different kinks.. all things that rob has done/or things u want from rob but are wayyy too shy to admit. hed probably only pry bc one time u fall asleep w ur phone open and he spots.. some choice words. naughty stuff. then he reads whats on the screen and yea … ur caught. uve been reading specifically size diff fics.. w daddy kink… praise… and this latest author u found has a way w words.

hed keep his knowing a secret bc .. like he doesnt care if ur reading smut or romance stuff, but i can see that eventually down the line ur more open abt ur books or if u found a new slow burn fic u start to babble abt them to him. so eventually he’ll b a bit of a tease

now for head im not gna go super into detail bc .. im working on a short fic for it. but ur right he like. absolutely loses his mind. hes so patient and has such great stamina and willpower that if he didnt have u he cld go like … two months w out jacking off rly. but .. i mean, now? yes he can hold out rly well and not be as pathetically needy as u cumming three times before he does once but hes only a man.

when ur given free will to explore with his instructions… down between his thighs w big puppy dog eyes and ur little tongue shyly peeking out… ohhh my god hes leaking like a broken faucet and when u make a little grimace at the taste of his pre he almost busts right there.

he thinks ur so cute

[the-s1lly-corner]

OMG SILLY CORNER YOU HAVE WOKEN ME AGAIN WITH THE JANE DOE REQUEST!!!

ok so, since its a digital world, basically almost everything that is cartoonish can happen (i think) so i was just wondering if you could describe the reaction to the gang when reader decided to sing the 'ballad of Jane Doe' to tell their history to people. How that happened? Lets put that Pomni decided to ask to reader to see if she can get something useful to escape and then thats how the talk about Reader's life ended up to them singing about the little memories she had about their life, Think about their reaction when they see reader fly through the air comically while doing high notes XD (note: id like to clarify that when i say about the little memories about their life, lets think that something in the code when it came to reader's memories about their life got fucked up and they remember some of it but not everything, but enough for them to sing about it)

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cast reaction to reader singing a ballad!

i have genuinely no clue how to title this so uh uh guys read the ask for more context TToTT i crave patty melt doing this as a group thing i hope thats alright! also side thing i still havent really touched anything for TADC outside the official pilot and ive read some fics where the reader/the characters remember some of their old life while others have them not remembering anything so like, is there confirmation that they forget everything or?? im a little lost and not really sure where to look

it all started with pomni asking you about your past, because for some reason you seem to recall some aspects of it, in hopes that your remaining knowledge of the real world would help everyone her escape

cue music suddenly playing from seemingly no where, catching everyone off guard

and then you just?? lift off the ground?

i mean youre killing it, but it catches everyone so off guard that most of them just stare

kinger probably dives into his pillow fort, fearing that you might try to swoop down and attack him. no reasoning for this other than you accidentally getting to close to him during the entire thing

zoobles eyes just widen for a second before returning to their resting position, they just. roll with it. okay, this is fine, this is a thing that can happen

gangle looks.. confused, as does ragatha

i personally think jax would hate musicals so he would probably roll his eyes

pomni is just. speechless. she just wanted some information from you and instead got treated to a song (which if its anything like the ballad of jane doe, goes hard as fuck)

caine, if he is there, probably tosses you flowers and claps, probably the only one to do so

i think almost everyone is in shock because they didnt know that was a thing that could happen

wish this was longer but my brain is all mushy today ueue :(