#or how he understand the concept of singing

[daenysthedreamer101]

Daughter of Steel and Bronze ~ HOTD

Targaryen!OC Headcanons, HOTD Headcanons

How Vermithor bonded to Daena

This is basically ch 3 from Vermy's point of view.

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The first time they met, he was sleeping, as he usually does

Then he was disturbed from his sleep by a tiny little creature; it was a human, he realized

He blew fire across the air but it did not flee

He approached the little human and sniffed it

It was not just any human; the human's scent was familiar. Very familiar. It reminded him of Jaehaerys. He missed Jaehaerys.

However, this human was a lot smaller than he remembers Jaehaerys being.

The human also reminded Vermithor of Alysanne, they had the same scent; this little human was related to them and appeared to be what humans called a female

The human was small with a high-pitched voice. This was a human hatchling, Vermithor concluded.

He hasn't seen human children in a long time. He wondered why it was disturbing him. He growled in her face but she didn't budge.

Then the little girl, as humans called young females, started singing. She sang a song Vermithor hadn't heard in a long time

Jaehaerys used to sing it to him all the time

It softened his heart and he became curious. He looked into the child's eye and he couldn't help but be intrigued by her boldness

He read her heart and soul; it was still young, soft, and innocent, not yet corrupted and scarred by the cruelty of the world

He could see she would grow up to be strong-willed, audacious and courageous

The child then extended her tiny hand and touched his big snout. She came closer to him and leaned her head on him

"Lykiri." (Be calm) She said in a soft voice.

"Kessa ao mazōregon nyke?" (Will you accept me?) She asked.

He thought about it. He has been without a human rider for several years now, ever since Jaehaerys died. He will never forget the decades he spent with his first rider and will always miss him. But it was time for a new chapter in his life.

"Eman umbagon syt ao." (I have waited for you.) He thought.

He looked into the child's eye again and focused on the beating of her heart and her breathing. He reached out to her mind and soul to try and connect with her

The little girl seemed to be overwhelmed by the emotion but in a matter of seconds she surrendered herself to it

She closed her eyes and deep in his heart Vermithor could feel their minds connecting

He could feel their heartbeats falling in sync and their spirits intertwining

"Kirimvose." (Thank you) She whispered

He would share this bond with her until the end of his life

[emptygoldstudio]

Okay-okay, listen. This is still a draft but

This is how it goes: after the Weirdmageddon ended henchmaniacs were sucked back into the Nightmare Realm, where they got straight into the hands of the Time police. Due to the rift the whole Nightmare Realm got damaged and many wormholes opened. The worlds on the other sides were in the risk of either being devoured by Nightmare Realm, or vice versa, so this place was considered a mass security violation, which brought all the officials in one place.

Most of the henchmaniacs were locked up in jail, except for Kryptos - who was extremely lucky to get on parol - and Pyronica - who was the only one of Bill's sidekicks who escaped into the wormhole.

The main focus falls on Kryptos, who, while being on parol, works at spacecraft repair shop(and being pretty good at it actually!);

Bill Cipher, who gets ■■■■ ■■■■■ ■■ ■■■■■■■■■■. (Wont tell for now 🤫);

Both sets of Pines twins;

And some other characters

Couple of arts are almost ready for smth that feels like an AU. Will call it Kryptos & Bill Repair Shop AU for now. Just KryptosBill AU in tags.

[slightlytoastedbagel]

Yuka Shiraishi. btw.

[artist-issues]

Disney doesn't need to change "the formula." That's the last thing that Wish proves.

What Wish proves is that "the formula" only works when you know why the ingredients are in it, and you use them the correct way.

The Princess Character is meant to wish for only half of the movie's message, and go through an adventure that teaches her what the other half is; what her dream was missing. Ariel dreamed of understanding but she was missing love. Tiana dreamed of achieving her goals but she was missing faith. Jasmine dreamed of freedom but she was missing trust. Belle dreamed of adventure but she was missing being understood.

The Villain is meant to highlight the opposite of the movie's message. Jafar gets what he wants through trickery and manipulation; that's the opposite of Aladdin's "truth will set you free" message, and he gets imprisoned in a lamp. Scar thinks being a King is having his way all the time and can't learn from his past of living in Mufasa's shadow; that's the opposite of The Lion King's "Let the past remind you of your responsibility to selflessness." Gaston loves only himself and is always obsessed with appearances; that's the opposite of Beauty & the Beast's "true love is found within a heart of self-sacrifice." That's what makes them such good villains. (and that clear direction is what drives good villain songs, since Magnifico's is what everyone is talking about)

The sidekick is supposed to compare/contrast with the main character's qualities. Abu is a greedy thief, which is what everyone in Agrabah thinks Aladdin is; when he scolds Abu and teaches him selflessness, it shows us who Aladdin actually is. Flounder is easily frightened and looks at the glass half-full; when Ariel coaxes him and leads by example, we see her bravery and positivity reflected in Flounder's tiny character arc. Timon & Pumbaa do whatever they want all day just like young Simba always dreamed of; when Simba goes to live with them, he finds that "getting his way all the time" makes him forget who he really is and feel empty.

The setting is supposed to show off the characters and highlight the movie's message. Rapunzel's tower is designed to be pretty on the inside because of her influence; if it were too dark and prison-shaped, we'd wonder why she didn't work up the courage to leave sooner. Just like how Quasimodo has made his corner of the bell-tower beautiful, too; they're taught the world is cruel and they're not strong enough for it, but they make their own worlds beautiful enough to hint that that's wrong right from the start. Ariel's grotto is shaped like a tower with no roof so that she only has one window to the forbidden Surface, and it's the light that comes from that forbidden world into her dark grotto which literally makes her able to see human things differently. Tiana's apartment has no interesting features except her father's picture, a perfectly made bed, a drawer with no extra outfits but stuffed with tip money, and only two dresses; both of which are for work.

None of that is happening in Wish, because they didn't know why the formula ingredients are there. Disney needs to understand and return to the formula the right way; forgetting it was what got them here.

Asha learns nothing to add to her dream, unless you count "the power to grant wishes is in me." Which you shouldn't, because we didn't even know she was confused about that until the animals sang a song that was completely off-topic and she had the chance to jump in and sing "I'm a Star!"

Magnifico does not demonstrate the opposite of Wish's message effectively because his character has nothing to do with a philosophy against making wishes, and everything to do with power. (He is the strongest character in the film. But because the message and core concept of what wishes are are so bad, that's not saying much.)

Valentino, and Asha's friends, do not highlight anything about her character through compare/contrast. Valentino is brave and all over the place. Her friends are seven-dwarfs parodies. Happy, Doc, Sneezy, Dopey, Bashful, Sleepy, Grumpy. None of that contrasts with Asha's vague characterization of "cares too much." None of it compares to that characterization, either.

The setting is empty. There are no interesting details that teach you something about any of the characters. None in Asha's home, none in the neat-and-tidy one-dimensional forest, none in the Rosas square, and none in the bland, empty castle. Magnifico's study is the closest anything gets; there's a loose concept that all of Asha's friends have to work together to open the roof, and take a leap of faith to weigh the pulley system down. Unfortunately, none of these characters is shown struggling to work together, OR to take leaps of faith, at all, before this point.

The ingredients of the formula are in Wish. They're just not being used correctly. This is how not to use the formula; it's not the formulas fault. If it ain't broke. They should never have let people convince them to try and fix it.

[hypnos333]

Helloooo! I saw that your requests were open for Hazbin- how about a reader who's a seraphim? Kind of Lucifer's protégé/child way before the creation of Eden, Adam, and Lilith.

And he just kind of left them up there alone and neglected because of her association/kind of Dad!Lucifer. So, it's kind of angsty seeing as how Lucifer was a better Dad to Charlie and the reader grew with envy and fell into that ring along with her brother (I've been seeing hc/rumor a lot) Cain.

What would happen their first meeting again? If this is too much I don't really mind so no worries! Have a nice day and thanks for reading!!

A/N: I’m sorry but I go by biblical too so this might be different but same concept and storyish

Like father like daughter

Lucifer x daughter Reader

Synopsis: Your dad left you young now you left him

How it started

You are my Sunshine My only sunshine

You make me happy When skies are grey

Little you giggles at your father’s little song for you and only you. You were an angel whose mother was long gone leaving just you and your father. You made grabby hands towards him making his heart melt before lift you up.

“Boop” you cutely said as you boop his nose making him chuckle. “Boop” he said back making you giggle this time.

“Okay baby it’s time for me to go to work so Uncle Castiel is gonna watch you okay baby?” He asked you making you nod happily before rushing to your uncles arms.

You never knew that was the last time you would see him and with that you cried and cried for your dad until Sera and the other Angels showed you he forgot about you, he had a wife and daughter….

You watched as he singed the same lyrics he sang to you to her. You were only 5 and parentless watching your father abandon you but staying for another that his. That’s when you grew up odd with another angel. You were evil or as they say a bad apple.

You were Cain’s secret friend encouraging him to kill his brother Abel. That when you were sent down in hell where your dad is but you never cared to look for him finding some friends of your own.

You were older and more mature then her but she was the youngest, and you were the oldest. Does that mean you had to made the sacrifice to be left?

Even so it hurts and your growing hate towards your father and sister grew stronger by the centuries.

With Lucifer though he was trying everywhere to find you, You were no where to seen in heaven and no where on earth so you must be in hell. But even then he couldn’t find you.

You grew close to Cain when he came to hell after being full of pride and thinking he could live without God and with his punishment. You saw him as a brother the only family you considered. You were never gonna be ready to let your other family in your life and you meant that.

When you were both getting ice cream You heard something. “___!” you turned around to see lucifer huffing and puffing finally catching up to you.

“My Sunshine! Woah have you grown into a-” you punched him in the face. You the eldest of Lucifer punched him in the face and my god it felt great to do. Your unbelievable smile widen as you saw his pain. Call it fucked up as you will but you almost laugh on how pathetic he was and to believe you looked up you him.

“Don’t… Don’t call me that. I thought we both grew out of that nickname a long time ago” You mumbled before turning away from him having nothing else to say.

“___ I was trying to protect you! Don’t you understand I was going to come back for you. I-“COME BACK TO ME? NOW THATS BULLSHIT “DAD” BECAUSE SPENDING TIME WITH YOUR OTHER BORN WAS NOT LOOKING FOR ME” You interrupted him turning into your full demon form Lucifer looked at you in shocked and stunned.

“I was 5 waiting for my own father to come home” You stated calmly as Lucifer looked at you with tears in his eyes.

“Please give me another chance, I love you too much to let you go” He pleaded taking you hand but you yanked it straight away.

“You gonna know how it feels to let go of the person you” You growled before walking away from him.

“You’ll never know dear, how much I love you. Please…. Don’t take my sunshine away” He prayed as tears slipped down his eyes reaching out to you knowing your already far from him. knowing he lost his firstborn hurt

“Daddy! teach me how to dance!” A little you say as Lucifer looked up as a little you held your hand towards him he tried to reached but then you just faded. That little girl was long gone the moment he didn’t take you with him.

[fbfh]

Thinking about lazy morning sex with Jason Grace. Making him feel so wanted because you’ve just woken up and there’s a million things you could be doing but all you want is him. Imagine his brain short circuiting at the concept of being the first thing you want when you wake up. He’s not an afterthought anymore and he just can’t wrap his head around it.

Jason is so sweet in the morning. He's all disoriented and drowsy, his eyes are all puffy from sleep and his glasses are sitting on the night table where he left them last night. his blonde hair looks like he got struck by lightning, which in all honesty wouldn't surprise you knowing him. his cheeks are all flushed and his muscles are all soft and relaxed. he's never been relaxed before ever, and it's only since he started sharing a bed with you, snuggling up with you and feeling your soft little good night kisses that he's known what peace feels like. so that particular morning, birds and cicadas singing outside, the ac blasting cold air over you and your blonde superman of a boyfriend, you just can't resist him. you're so right that he's not used to not being an afterthought. this is literally Jason whenever you express how much you love him or even do the bare minimum, much less treat him the way he deserves to be treated. you're like I love you so much and he's like whhhat??? whhat is going on????? what the hhhell are you tahlking about?????????? then you kiss him and his brain short circuits. this morning in particular you just can't resist him. you start peppering his puffy sleepy face in kisses. he's barely awake, he's blinking one eye at a time and thinks it's dream. then you climb on top of him, and that really wakes him up. his brain understands unbelievably horny hottie and sitting on my morning wood, but he can't get much further than that. he can't connect the two, make himself realize that he's the reason you're like this. and quite frankly if he did his head and balls would explode so violently neither of you would come back from that. so as you ride him, languid and lazy, soaking in every electrifying sensation of pleasure shared between you two, as you indulge yourself in touching him, kissing him, anywhere and everywhere you possibly can, you decide this is a good starting point. your breathing gets faster and you keep moaning out his name, sighing it into his lips over wet, messy kisses that just get deeper and deeper and he can't believe his ears. but he really wants to. you decide this is a good place to start. maybe after a few more weeks of riding his morning wood till he's nice and soft, he'll start to get the hint that you really, really like him. like, a lot.

[vague-magnus-archives]

This is like… the Flesh, but silly- “They’re Made Out Of Meat” by Terry Bisson. He was an author who wrote a lot of really cool stuff and just died recently- while I can’t currently find the link to the original story, here’s the version I copied to tumblr-

"They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"Meat. They're made out of meat."

"Meat?"

"There's no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They're completely meat."

  "That's impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?"

"They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don't come from them. The signals come from machines."

"So who made the machines? That's who we want to contact."

"They made the machines. That's what I'm trying to tell you. Meat made the machines."

  "That's ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You're asking me to believe in sentient meat."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they're made out of meat." "Maybe they're like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage."

"Nope. They're born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn't take long. Do you have any idea what's the life span of meat?"

"Spare me. Okay, maybe they're only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside."

"Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They're meat all the way through."

"No brain?"

"Oh, there's a brain all right. It's just that the brain is made out of meat! That's what I've been trying to tell you."

"So ... what does the thinking?"

"You're not understanding, are you? You're refusing to deal with what I'm telling you.  The brain does the thinking. The meat."

"Thinking meat! You're asking me to believe in thinking meat!"

"Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat.   The meat is the whole deal! Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?"

"Omigod. You're serious then. They're made out of meat."

"Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they've been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years."

"Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?"

"First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual."

"We're supposed to talk to meat."

"That's the idea. That's the message they're sending out by radio. 'Hello.  Anyone out there. Anybody home.' That sort of thing."

"They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?" "Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat."

"I thought you just told me they used radio."

"They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other.   They can even sing by squirting air through their meat."

"Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?"

"Officially or unofficially?"

"Both."

"Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing."

"I was hoping you would say that."

"It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?"

"I agree one hundred percent. What's there to say? 'Hello, meat.   How's it going?' But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?"

"Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can't live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space.  Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact."

"So we just pretend there's no one home in the Universe."

"That's it."  

"Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You're sure they won't remember?"

"They'll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we're just a dream to them."

"A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat's dream."

"And we marked the entire sector unoccupied."

"Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?"

"Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again."

"They always come around."

"And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone ..."

[secretmellowblog]

I saw Les Mis live for the first time the other weekend, and the surprising standout performance for me was Kyle Adams as Grantaire. He is a performer who has obviously read the Brick, and uses all of his stagetime to convey as many aspects of Brick Grantaire as possible; he also reads Grantaire’s love for Enjolras as explicitly gay and romantic (there’s a moment I’ll talk about later where he blows him a kiss.) I was actually surprised by how much he managed to convey in so little time!

Some highlights:

When Enjolras is asking for a “report on the strength of the foe,” Grantaire enthusiastically raises his hand, posturing and gesturing wildly at himself to volunteer. Enjolras casts him a disdainful look like “anyone elSE?” And that’s when Javert jumps in with his “I can find out the truth.” It’s like a small silent version of the Barrier du Maine scene; Grantaire was really giving that “je suis farouche.”

In general, there was this repeated Thing where Grantaire obnoxiously acts out in order to get Enjolras’s attention, and then flails around uselessly whenever he actually has it. Very in character.

Grantaire often goes on uproariously and jokingly about love; then, whenever he’s approached by Enjolras, he doesn’t seem to understand what to do about it.

Whenever Enjolras is singing dramatically about revolution— during Red and Black, Do You Hear the People Sing, and One Day More— Grantaire gazes at up at him with a amazed, awed, and overwhelmed look on his face, sometimes with his hand on his heart.

During Red and Black, there’s a moment where Grantaire “jokingly” caresses Enjolras’s face. Then during Do You Hear the People Sing, Enjolras passes Grantaire by and casually caresses his face; Grantaire acts a bit stunned, as if surprised Enjolras would deign to touch him. Finally, there’s a dramatic “reassuring face-caress” during the gay verse of Drink with Me.

There’s a repeated thing where Grantaire keeps offering Enjolras a bottle of wine, half-jokingly, only for Enjolras to reject it. In the last verse of Drink with Me, after Grantaire finishes his verse and walks away, Enjolras finally accepts a bottle of wine (though another character gives it to him.)

Iirc Grantaire doesn’t join in the fighting initially; he just stares at Enjolras in awe, and then mainly stands by Javert to “guard” him. I mainly mention this because I think Javert and Grantaire are a very funny duo, just as a concept. I think “being forced to listen to Grantaire monologues” is an excellent punishment for Javert.

During Marius’s verse of Drink with Me, Enjolras climbs to the top of the barricade, standing in the light. Grantaire is at the bottom in the shadows, attempting to sleep. As Marius sings about his love for Cosette, Grantaire raises his bottle to Enjolras, and then blows him a kiss. It’s very “let me sleep here until I die here.”

Finally, Grantaire has his "book death." After he spends the entire musical on the fringes being skeptical, he joins Enjolras in the final battle. He climbs up the barricade and says (I was close enough to hear) "Long live the Republic! I am one of them."

I'm genuinely impressed by how much of the Brick characterization he managed to convey with so little time-- some ad-libbing and lots of silent acting moments! It really gave me a greater appreciation of what a strong performer in a musical can do, and how they infuse even 'smaller' parts with lots of nuance and personality.

[bowsnchoso]

Blindfold – Gojo Satoru

➸ synopsis: you suggested blindfolded foreplay to your husband, Gojo Satoru.

➸ character: Gojo Satoru

➸ word count: 4.9k

➸ cw: married couple, femreader, oral (reader is giving) cum eating, lots of sweet pet names, begging, so much teasing (like a whole lot), and lots of blushing ^^

➸ note: my first post! i hope everyone enjoys!

There was something about his cerulean eyes that invariably made your blood race– his comely features pulling at the delicate strings of your singing heart, marveling at the man that was your husband.

Satoru was aware of just how obsessed and how immensely you adored his limpid irises that acted as two stars burning bright in a luminous night sky. Those eyes captured your soul in a tight embrace when you first saw them, and they continued to stop your heart, no matter how many years you two had been together. Even as his wife, his captivating eyes were one of your favorite traits about your husband– Satoru.

Staring into his eyes was effortless for you, regardless if it was during intimate moments, or the simple moments where you bask in normal conversation.

However, watching him get ready every morning by pulling on that snug blindfold over his precious eyes always piqued your interest.

He explained to you countless times about how he was still able to see through the piece of fabric, yet you couldn’t seem to understand how exactly. Perhaps, you did, and you simply enjoyed hearing Satoru explain the concept of his rare and powerful abilities. You couldn’t deny that his abilities impressed you, and you noticed that each time you asked about them, his chest would imperceptibly swell with pride, pleased that you were so interested in him.

You didn’t have to tell him just how much you adored his eyes, he was well aware of the effect his eyes had on you.

Which explained the flummoxed expression that permeated his face when you described to him your recent desires.

You two lay beside each other on your shared bed, your cheeks tinted a blush pink as you watched Satoru attempting to process your words.

An impish grin stretched across his silky lips, partly dampened, glistening under the lights from the teasing kisses you two had been sharing.

Watching the way his lips curled into a teasing grin had regret pounce right through your limp body.

“Could you describe exactly it is what you want again, babe~” He requested in a mellifluous voice, reaching out to you, toying with your loose strands of hair.

You were caught at a stump, unable to get your words out.

He heard you clearly.

The smug grin on his face told you so.

But, he loved to fluster you.

He enjoyed watching blush creep on your soft cheeks, the way you would pinch your lips together in embarrassment, staring off into space while you attempted to gather your erratic thoughts.

“I…” you begin, unable to look away from his eyes, not when they had you glued down. “I want to please you while you wear the blindfold.” You finally find the minimal courage to speak your loud thoughts, trying your best to sound confident.

“You want to please me while I wear my blindfold,” he repeated, making your body flush, “Is that right?” He pushed your fallen strands behind your ear, riding out his teasing ways to see how much he could get your cheeks to heat up.

“Yes…” you drawl.

He then chuckled a deep laugh that resonated through his muscular chest. “You mean like blindfold foreplay, babe?”

“Same thing… isn’t it?” You mumbled, still quite flustered, and his constant laughing wasn’t mollifying your worries in the slightest.

He pulled you closer to his firm body, his lips peppering your face with gentle kisses. “Oh, babe, you do know that I can still technically see with that blindfold on, don’t you?” He whispered into your ear, kissing the side of your neck.

You felt shivers crawl down your spine at his simple kisses and the minimal efforts he made. It didn’t take much from Satoru to get you flustered.

He loved that about you.

“I-I’m aware, toru.” You pulled away from his kisses, wanting to carry out a conversation with him. “But, doesn’t it sound fun? You could just keep your eyes off of me if you can’t keep them closed.” You prompted, very set on this form of foreplay.

He seemed to appreciate your efforts, grinning at your suggestions, those oddly sharp canines he had catching your attention.

“Why this suddenly, baby?” Satoru asked, stroking his hand over your waist, unable to get enough of touching you. “I thought you liked my eyes, especially when we please each other.” His hand stopped at the arch of your waist, caressing you gently. “You’ve told me countless times how you could get off just by my eyes alone.”

Now, he was just teasing you, loving to ruffle with your composure.

Chills sprawled throughout your skin at his touch, his hands partly calloused, proving just how hard he worked himself as the strongest sorcerer. “I-I know what I said. It’s true. I love your eyes. I just… I don’t know… you look so… hot and so mysterious when you wear that blindfold. I just thought it would be a fun idea, if you don’t like it then we don’t have to-”

“I never said I didn’t like it.” Satoru immediately protested, gripping down on your waist, grounding you. “I love when you tell me about these little fantasies and urges you have. It surprises me to see just how many filthy and naughty things you can store up in that pretty little head of yours.” He hummed, pleasured by the thought alone, tracing his hand up the bottom of your shirt, sprouting more goosebumps on your body.

You were a blushing mess, unable to tether up your emotions. “S-So you’d be up for it?”

He smirked, a playful and interested glint in his pretty eyes. “I’m all for it, baby. We got time now, don’t we?”

Your heart raced, not at all expecting him to be so eager and willing to fulfill this desire of yours.

He planted a kiss on your cheek, getting up from bed, getting the blindfold that he left in your shared wardrobe.

You adjusted yourself, prepared for what was to come next, sitting cross-cross on your white bedsheets.

He grabbed the blindfold, spinning it around playfully in his long index finger. “I gotta say, baby, I’m curious to see what exactly you have planned for this frisky little idea.” Satoru shared, carefully walking back to you, unable to take his eyes off you.

He crawled atop the mattress. “It excites me, baby~” Satoru whispered, his voice like rich honey, drizzling over your body, pooling over your chills with purpose.

He handed you the blindfold, a smirk on his lips.

You take the dark blue blindfold, staring at it as though it weighed nearly hundreds of pounds. You had pleased Satoru hundreds of times, and he had pleased you thousands of times.

Why was this so nerve-wracking now?

Satoru must have sensed your worries, sneering at your hesitation. “Something wrong, baby?” He tilted his head, trying to catch your fallen gaze with his playful one.

You swallowed the remaining bits of your nerves.

This man was your husband, after all. There was absolutely nothing you could do that would turn him off.

He was like a light switch around you.

You reached over, lifting on your knees to place the blindfold over his white messy hair.

He leaned over, granting you better access as you carefully nuzzled it onto his two eyes, setting it in perfect place.

His lip was turned into an interminable smirk. “How do I look, baby?”

You smiled, feeling more at ease now that his eyes were covered. “So sexy, Satoru~” you reached out, caressing the muscles on his biceps that bulged out his tight shirt.

He chuckled, allowing you to feel up his muscles, puffing out his chest slightly. “Yeah? You like it?” He questioned, reaching out to caress your body next.

However, you stopped him.

He seemed confused, his lips pressing together in a pout. “What’s wrong sexy?”

You ignored his nickname that he inevitably used on you to get you a blushing mess. “Why don’t we set a few ground rules?”

Satoru couldn’t hide his utter excitement, the devious smile on his lips stretching. “Some ground rules, hm~ Oh, baby, you can really get into this, huh?” He tilted his head, leaning backward onto the bedframe. “What are these ground rules, my queen?”

You held in your shaky breath, his nicknames driving you insane. “Just one.”

He hummed, nodding his head.

“You aren’t allowed to touch me, Satoru.” You revealed, unable to stop a smile from growing on your lips.

You watched as his lips frowned, surprised by this rule you set. “Not allowed to touch you, baby?” He inhaled a hiss through his perfect teeth. “Ooh, you wanna drive me insane don’t you, naughty girl?” He opened up his legs, his left hand massaging his thigh. “But, if you want that, I’ll behave like you want me to~”

You attempted to not lose yourself in his body. His attractive figure, those broad shoulders, and his tiny and formed waist. Those veins on his hands trailed up toward his forearms. He was Adonis in the very flesh.

“I mean it, Satoru…” you warned, approaching his body, falling into his arms, feeling weird when he wasn’t there to cup you into him like how he invariably did. “If you touch me, I’ll stop what I’m doing.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned.

His grin.

That sexy grin.

You hoped that by the end of this, it would disperse into something more submissive. You’d hope to hear him whine, to make that deep voice of his contort and bend into sounds he never knew he could make.

You straddled his lap, caressing his chest with gentle hands.

There were hundreds of things you could start with, and yet, watching that puckish smile on his lips as he idled so patiently– it made it difficult to make a move.

He obeyed your rules, his hands pressed flatly against the mattress while his attention was elsewhere, his blindfold toning down the ability that was his six eyes.

“You gonna keep me waiting, baby?” Satoru snapped you out of your thoughts, his hand rubbing against the mattress, growing anxious. “Can’t say I don’t love this little waiting game.” He purred.

You finally decided to make a move, carefully tracing your lips over his exposed collarbone, your warm breath gently whisking at his pure skin.

He hummed, seemingly satisfied with your first move. “Right at my sweet spot, huh? Such a daring girl.” Satoru rolled his neck, opening up for you.

You hum against his skin, now gently kissing him, your tongue making sporadic appearances, kissing at his neck, using your hands to massage his stern biceps.

Satoru seemed to melt in your touch, in love with all the attention you were giving him. “Oh, you know what I like, huh? My wife~” He sighed out quietly, trying to control his breathing as you traced your lips up the side of his neck.

You nipped at the shell of his ear before licking and sucking his sensitive area.

The slight tension in his brawny shoulders ebbed into nothing, entirely laying his body against the headboard.

“Of course I do,” you mumbled against his skin, kissing down his sharp jaw, “you’re my husband, afterall.”

He hummed, nodding, eager. “Oh yes, I am your husband.”

You kissed at his neck this time, gently biting and licking at his delicate skin, feeling the way he moved to the side, granting you all the access you needed to kiss at his neck and shower him with more affection.

He held back a moan at your sudden bites, gently arching forward.

Your hands scoured his body, trying to feel him through his clothes.

He chuckled at your endeavors. “Want me to take this off?” He asked, referring to his shirt.

You set distance between the two of you, and he easily slipped himself out of his shirt, throwing it from up his head, tossing it onto the side.

You had seen his naked upper half hundreds of times.

Each time, you couldn’t help but feast your eyes on all his perfect muscles. His abs contracted as he settled back into the bedframe, waiting for you to make your next move.

His lips parted, slightly confused.

That was until they pulled into a smug grin.

Slowly, he set both his hands behind his head, making all the muscles on his body move in unison, slightly flexing along with each small movement he made, his sculpted muscles glinting off the lights as though his skin was glamoured.

He hummed, carefully shifting his hips. “You like what you see~?” Satoru’s voice had driven you near insanity, listening to the way it inclined due to his added confidence.

You swallowed your thick saliva, an ache evident in the pit of your gut.

Satoru toyed with his lower lip. “Ah, teasing me? Go ahead, touch me, sexy.” He insisted, his voice but a mere purr as he inclined you to touch his body. “This body is all yours. Come and touch me.”

You didn’t waste another second, gently setting your fingertips right above his sides, using your thumbs to stroke his soft skin.

He seemed to melt into your touch so quickly, purring like a kitty. “Mmm, your touch is so nice against my skin,” Satoru mumbled, rolling his head back against the headboard.

You continued to explore his body, now kissing at him, tracing your tongue against his firm muscles that contorted against your warm tongue.

He huffed, his lips parted in awe. “Ooh, yeah, you know I like it when you do that to me~” Satoru chuckled, pleasured by the most simple gestures when it came to his loving wife.

You hummed against his skin. “You work so hard for this, don’t you, Satoru?” You attempted to push past your fluster, joining him in on this dirty talk.

He liked the fact that you were encouraging this sort of talk. “Every day.”

“And it’s all for me, isn’t it?” You asked as you kissed and licked the center of his chest.

He shivered beneath you, relishing your licks and kisses. “Oh, it’s for you, my sexy wife.” He encouraged, keeping his head against the headboard, completely keeping his eyes off you, keeping his promise.

You caressed his bare shoulders, enjoying how broad his body was, whilst using your lips and teeth to nip at the sensitive areas of his collarbone.

He held back his moans behind low murmurs, his breathing slightly quickening each time you licked and sucked at his skin. “Oh, just kiss me already, please.”

You paused, leaving him with one last lick, giggling. “Satoru? You want me to kiss you?” You asked, now leaning your body against his, chest-to-chest.

He nodded, hungry for your lips above his. “I need you to kiss me.” He corrected himself, voicing his desires in a more urgent voice.

You heeded his requests, although you would have loved to stretch out on the idea of him begging for it, you also couldn’t resist the urge to kiss him.

You kissed him slowly, your lips overlapping perfectly between his two soft lips, kissing him with vehement passion. You felt him slip his tongue against your lips, begging for his permission to enter your mouth and explore you.

Of course, you accepted, your tongues meeting together.

There was something about slow and sloppy kisses that truly got you so hot. Maybe it was the sweet sounds that echoed off the walls or the way he would moan into your mouth as your tongues slowly teased one another like starved and parched souls. 

The way Satoru began to slowly drop his hands from his smug stance, becoming restless with being unable to touch you.

It excited you to see him get so submissive and anxious.

You hummed into his kiss, releasing his lips, but keeping your tongues moving in unison, licking at each other.

That’s when you felt his hands snake over your waist, bringing you even closer to his naked upper body.

You pulled back, looking down at the hands that had broken the rules you had formally implemented.

After Satoru took the time to evaluate your sudden resistance, he realized he had touched you.

He backed up, sketching his antsy hands over the bedsheets. “I’m sorry, I-I just forget I can’t touch you. It’s like second-hand nature to me.” He tried to explain himself, hoping you’d let him off with a warning.

You tsked, humming, as you removed your hands from his muscles. “Oh, Satoru, you just can’t seem to behave, huh?” You whispered, looking at the red blush that appeared above his pale cheeks.

He let out what you thought to be a moan, biting his lower lip. “Please, come back to me. I-I forgot.”

You hummed, not satisfied with his response. “Just not a good excuse, Satoru~” you continued to tease him, receiving a whiney groan from the man.

You began to teasingly rock back and forth in his lap, keeping your hands off his body.

His breathing hitched as he gasped at your sudden movements above his lap, and his large hands began to grip the sheets below him.

“If I touch you again, will you promise to behave those naughty hands of yours?” You asked, slowly rocking above his lap, feeling something stiff and firm against your inner thigh.

Satoru moaned, dropping his head, unable to keep his composure. “I’ll keep my naughty hands to myself, please, just touch me again, don’t tease me like this.”

You hummed insightfully, relishing the way his dick pocked at you. “Satoru, you’re so hard for me, aren’t you?”

He groaned, his cheeks still painted a deep red. “I-I am. I’m so fucking hard for you.”

You were pleased at that fact, moaning quietly in satisfaction.

He moaned back in response to your sweet and delicious sounds. “Baby just touch me, please don’t tease me like this.” Satoru continued to beg, biting at his lower lip as though he were in utter pain.

“Would you like me to take care of your hard erection, baby~?” Your voice was inclined, speaking to him so sweetly.

He eagerly nodded. “T-take care of it, please.” He sounded immensely hungry. “Please, I need that pretty mouth on my dick. Lick me clean, work me beyond words, sexy~” 

You giggled, finding him so attractive. The red tint on his two cheeks, the way he was practically salivating at the idea of you sucking and licking at his throbbing dick.

There was another ache in your gut, wanting it just as bad as he did.

You slid off his lap, hearing him sigh in relief.

You slowly ran your fingertip above the waistband of his sweats, receiving another protesting moan from a restless Satoru who continued to grip and pull at the sheets.

He cursed, lifting his hips slightly. “You’re such a tease today, aren’t you?” He chuckled, out of breath.

You smiled, watching the permanent blush on his cheeks, how cute he sounded when he was out of breath, high off your touches and teases.

You hummed, palming your hand over his firm tent. “Don’t you like it?”

He moaned, his blindfold still covering his eyes, his chest rising and falling with slow trembles. “Oh, I-I can’t say I don’t.” He mumbled, licking his pretty lips.

You smiled, pulling at his sweats, first.

He was eager, lifting his bottom off the mattress to help you remove his sweats with ease. He kept his hands against the sheets, scared he would accidentally touch you again.

He helped you kick off his sweats, the two of you slightly laughing in the process of it all, releasing some of the tension in the thick air.

You stared at his briefs that embraced his tent with a snug fit, his meretricious v-line peeking through the waistband of his boxers. Satoru was antsy, slowly sliding his hands above the mattress and onto his abdomen, waiting for you to make your next move.

Carefully, you slid your hands above his clothed erection, receiving a gasp from your husband.

“Aren’t you so responsive this morning?” You teased him, relishing the sound of his groans and moans that sent electric waves throughout your body.

He sighed, rocking his hips in one slow circle, extremely worked up. “Please, baby. I need to feel you on me.”

Carefully, you slid his briefs down, revealing his erection that jerked forward, hitting against his lower abdomen.

He hissed at that, not realizing just how much all this foreplay turned him on.

You watched as precum was already leaking through his pretty slit, gathered on his tip, ready to be consumed.

He sat with his body on display, not an ounce of insecurity or doubt poured through him– he was aware of just how attractive and big he was.

His hair was a mess from all the times he had been rustling his hands through it.

“Oh, Satoru,” you purred, carefully rubbing your hand against his wet tip, gathering all his fluids, “I don’t think I could ever get over seeing you like this.” You muttered, utilizing the gathered precum in your hands to moisturize the rest of his shaft, gripping him tightly as you jerked him.

Automatically, more precum pumped through his circumcised tip, earning another responsive moan from the white-haired man, not at all insecure about the sounds he made. No matter how loud or gruff they were.

You watched yourself touch his length, leaning over as you sucked on his wet tip, soaking up all his bodily fluids that had a slightly salty yet deliciously clean taste.

He continued to groan under his heavy breathing, his hands gripping against the sheets, having to remind himself that he wasn’t allowed to touch you.

You slid your tongue down his shaft, feeling the single vein against your tongue, already so familiar with the build of him.

He continued to leak from his tip, still mumbling nonsense as you licked at him with slow strokes that were already driving him to an edge, and you hadn’t even fully taken him into your mouth.

You licked his tip once more before you took him into your mouth, wrapping your lips over him as your tongue created swirls against his skin, sucking and licking as you slowly bobbed your head up and down.

Satoru was so close to touching you once more, pulling back when he remembered he couldn’t. “F-Fuck,” he cursed, out of breath, “I can’t help myself from t-touching you.”

You hummed against him, sending more chills through his body as you released him, keeping his dick in your hand as you looked up at him. “Touch me and this stops, Satoru.” You reminded him, thumbing his creamy tip.

He whimpered. “I-I understand.” He nodded, completely at your mercy.

You continued to suck him off, starting off slow, only putting half of him into your mouth.

You wanted this to last, you were enjoying yourself, and although Satoru’s hands were squirming above the mattress, unaware of what to do with his hands, you knew he enjoyed it, too.

You picked up the pace, taking his whole dick in your mouth as it plowed the back of your throat consistently.

You earned a loud moan from Satoru, listening to him as he cursed endlessly while you deep-throated his dick in your mouth.

“O-Oh, d-don’t do that, I-I think I’ll-” You felt a hand squeeze against your shoulder, while Satoru bucked his hips forward, forcing more of himself into your mouth.

You released his dick, a thin string of saliva being the only thing that kept you attached to his tip.

Satoru realized his mistake, removing his hand from your shoulder. “I’m sorry, baby, I forget I can’t touch you.”

“You just like being edged, don’t you?” You teased him with narrowed eyes. “You’re just so naughty. Do you think you deserve to get off today if you’re not following my rules?”

Satoru hummed, whimpering. “Oh, please. Please make me cum, I’ll be so good for you, I promise.”

You evaluated his response, unable to deny just how attractive he was whenever he was begging for you to let him finish.

“You think you deserve it, Satoru?” You asked.

He nodded. “I’m trying my best here, baby. It’s already so hard for me to just not take off this blindfold and watch as you deep throat me.” He huffed, raking his fingers through his damp hair, getting so worked up.

You enjoyed it, smiling to yourself as you hummed quietly. “Are we begging?”

He whined. “I’ll beg if I have to.”

You chuckled, taking his dick in your hand once more as you hovered your parted lips above his tip.

However, you did nothing.

You simply remained stagnant, letting your warm breath bat against his shaft.

Satoru hummed, moving his broad shoulders around. “Gosh, I’m fucking throbbing.”

That he was, throbbing into your hands as warm fluids just kept pouring out of him, all the precum you had once cleaned off his tip was back as he throbbed against your hand.

He settled his hands behind his head, trying to accept the fact that he couldn’t touch you.

“Okay, Satoru~” you cooed, pumping his dick, “I’ll let you finish, hm? You deserve it, since you’re such a good boy.”

He nodded eagerly. “Y-Yes please, I’m a good boy for you-” He was cut off by his own loud moan when he felt you completely deep-throat his dick once more.

Yet, this time, you set a pace that was rather quick, determined to have him finish into your mouth—determined to have him squirming under you, calling out for you, desperately.

Satoru continued to curse under bated breath, his brain nebulous as he tried to process all the pleasure he was receiving that morning. He was mumbling nonsense, gripping at the sheets and even at his own hair as he tried to hold himself back from ejaculating so quickly. He had been fighting it off from the very moment you started kissing and licking at him, unable to help himself when it came to you, his wife.

Your touch, your kisses, they brought him to an arcadian that left him wishing for more of you, unable to get enough. Akin to a drug, he couldn’t help himself off you. He was addicted to you, and your touch was beyond enticing, so in love with just about everything you did for him.

He broke the rules, slightly pulling at his blindfold to watch you suck him off.

That’s when one last moan released from his wet lips at the mere sight of you, his body convulsing against his heavy breathing before he released his warm and heavy load into your mouth.

You were quite surprised to feel him shake from beneath you, his dick twitching into your mouth before you felt warm liquid spray into your mouth.

It was a lot more than you expected, but still, you managed to stomach it all, releasing his dick to finally take a breath, your lips puffy and distended from all the work you put into him.

You watched as Satoru was left in a daze, his hand against his forehead as his hair was gathered in drops of sweat, his muscular chest trembling with each breath he took, whimpering, beyond overstimulated.

“Oh, Satoru~” you purred, licking the leftover cum on the side of your cheek. “You came a lot, didn’t you?”

He hummed, nodding his head. “D-Did you-”

You nodded. “I did. You’re all clean, handsome.”

He laid his head against the headboard, finally removing the blindfold, his blue eyes were shut as he attempted to process everything after you nearly sucked his soul away.

You rubbed at his bare thigh, consoling the man that you love. “You’re okay, Satoru?”

He finally opened his eyes, those blue irises finding yours instantly. “Oh, I’m more than okay. I’m just- I’m a bit dazed. “He laughed, opening his arms. “Please, can I touch my wife now?”

You smiled, accepting yourself into his large arms as he embraced you, pulling you into his naked figure before he peppered your face with soft kisses. “You fucking milked me.” He retold, laughing quietly into your ear. “Thinking about it all over again just gets me hard again.”

You chuckle against his hold. “You liked it that much?”

He nodded. “You had me begging, of course, I did~” Satoru reminded you, kissing the corner of your cheek. “I was edged just by not being able to touch you, baby.” His voice was smooth and silky, rupturing chills throughout your body. “You’re so dirty, you know that? My dirty wife.” He teased you, running a hand down your waist, gripping your hip against his strong hand.

You moaned. “I just want to please you.”

“Yeah?” His eyes never left yours, adding tension between the two of you. “Oh, you spoil me too damn much.”

You tried to distract yourself from the fact that he was naked, right beside you, staring into his stunning blue eyes to distract you from the rest of his body which was a pure work of art.

He stroked a hand through your hair, this time. “I think you please me enough. But… why don’t I return the favor, hm?” He offered, lowering his head to kiss at your neck.

You were already so sensitive, soaked. “Satoru.” You mumbled his name while he kissed your neck.

He then pulled back, grabbing his briefs from the end of the bed and slipping them on.

He grabbed the blindfold that he left on his side of the bed, handing it over to you. “It’s your turn, baby.”

Your heart fluttered, taken aback by his suggestion. “M-Me?”

He laughed at your shock, before he grew serious, staring at you with a smug glint in his eyes. “I’ll make my wife feel so good.”

[quartz-crow]

How Astarion / Gale / Halsin would help you unwind after a stressful day 🌿

Astarion

- Astarion’s technique to help you unwind would definitely be distraction.

- After a stressful day, Astarion would spend a little bit of time to fluff up pillows or to gather a blanket or two, before inviting you to sit with him.

- He’d probably pour a glass of wine for you each. He’d chat utter rubbish to you, or alternatively, Astarion may retell some great story of grandeur to you (which is half true and half greatly exaggerated)

- A few games of cards may be played, or perhaps chess.

- Astarion would suggest that you both plan an escape together… whether it be a break somewhere peaceful, or far away, he always thought that even the very concept of disappearing somewhere new was quite soothing

- Failing all else, Astarion would offer to brush your hair. He’d carefully take the time to braid your locks (if you have longer hair) - making sure to run the comb gently across your scalp before tying your hair in a ribbon. Alternatively, if you have shorter hair, he’d source a bottle of rich oil , being carefully to run it across your scalp and massage your head gently under his fingers.

Gale

- Gale would know something was wrong as soon as he laid eyes on you.

- He’d instruct you to go splash your face with water and to change into something comfortable. As you did so, he’d prepare a warm and comforting meal for you - careful to make it just to your liking.

- As you ate, Gale would ask you about your day - listening thoughtfully and providing any suggestions or input where he saw necessary. If you’d prefer not to talk about it, Gale would completely understand, and instead, he’d simply sit with you. He’d probably busy himself with a task, humming softly or singing under his breath as he did so.

- Gale would have a ‘special chat’ with Tara and would ask her to sit on your lap. After a little argument with said cat, he’d bring her to you and plop her in your lap. Once she was comfy and she had settled, you’d find her purring to be rather soothing.

- If all else failed, Gale would simply hold you. With your head pressed up against his chest and his chin on top of your head - he’d run his fingers through your hair and hum a soft sea shanty he learnt as a boy living in Waterdeep.

Halsin

- Halsin would offer that you join him on a walk. Even if he hadn’t prepared a route before hand, he’d naturally pick whichever walk had the prettiest views and scenery.

- He’d walk beside you, talking to you by pointing out plants or telling you stories from folklore. If you ever grew tired at any point, Halsin would effortlessly pick you up and carry you the rest of the way.

- Once you both reached a scenic view point, Halsin would invite you to meditate with him. He’d show you a few of his preferred breathing techniques until you found yourself naturally letting go of any tension you had gathered over the day.

- Whilst you sat with your eyes closed, Halsin would quietly gather a few plants, such as lavender, from the nearby area. He’d rub the leaves and flowers between his hands, releasing a sweet herbal oil. The druid would then sit beside you, slowly taking your hand in his to massage the oils into your palm.

- Halsin would naturally be an expert in pressure points, and so, through a hand/arm/shoulder massage, he’d be easily able to help melt any tension out from your body

[respectthepetty]

I am a MosBank Truther!

I do not hate all fan service. I think it's good to see men casually touch each other in public AND get paid to do it. My favorite pairs for fan service are MaxTul, who WILL return to me one day; YinWar, who understand the "Business Gay Performance" concept; JoongDunk, who are my GMMTV fighters; and MosBank. But unlike all of these other 200 branded pairs running around in BL Land, I actually think MosBank are a real couple, and I truly believe that they are already married. *looking you directly in your eyes* I'm serious. And I have thirty images from their recent appearance on the Har Tum Show to prove it.

But first, if you are not familiar with this show, Eclair is the host and she invites guests over to cook while she shit talks, and babygirl is quick. Jes and Bible from 4 Minutes were recently on, and while Jes matched Eclair's energy as this was his second appearance on the show, Bible was lost in the sauce, which only made their appearance even more delightful. And the reason is because homegirl casually drops sex jokes and snappy quips into the conversation, so guests must be on their toes to keep up.

AND MOSBANK CAME PREPARED!

Bank and Mos already know Eclair. Bank knows her from college, and Mos knows her from mutual friends *cough* Bank *cough* so they got down to business quick, and by business, I mean dick jokes. They are making deep-fried shrimp sushi, so Bank immediately holds the cucumber to size it up, and Eclair jumps into Bank's blowjob skills after briefly discussing how many shrimp are in the meal. +2 for talking about oral sex five minutes in.

This prompts Bank to sing "Part of Your World" from The Little Mermaid (in English) because it ties into the discussion of the ingredients needed for the meal (shrimp, seaweed, salmon) and blowjobs. No points given because even though Bank can sing, Ariel doesn't deserve to take strays about blowjobs.

Mos discloses that Bank's family owns a durian farm, so the queer movie of the moment The Paradise of Thorns gets mentioned, but Bank throws in his critique that they are more like The Paradise of Scorns. +2 for Bank's wittiness and Mos' sensible chuckle

Then Bank reveals that he is the one who scouted Mos for Star Hunter because he was thirsting over Mos' pictures on social media. +4 because Bank . . . same. I, too, would slide into Mos' DMs after perusing his socials.

As the conversation continues, both men confess that they hated school, but Bank is the smarter one on paper ONLY because he knew he wanted to be an actor and didn't want to appear dumb, so he got tutoring to get rid of his country accent and up his grades, while Mos only got his grades up because his mom sent him to an all-boys school in Bangkok 💀 Eclair is surprised because she thinks Bank plays up the "dumb-blonde" persona, and they joke that's a good thing because he can get away with it. +6 for Mos and his all-boy school

And then we get into the domesticity! Mos and Bank have randomly mentioned they live together throughout the years, so Eclair starts asking questions about their home life. Mos likes to do the chores. Bank likes to shop.

Eclair thinks Bank would feel guilty for not helping Mos with the chores, but both men correct her that Mos likes doing these things, and if Mos was her boyfriend, he'd gladly do it for her too. +10 because Bank does not cook nor does he clean, but he got that ring!

Because Mos seems too perfect to be true, Bank throws him under the bus and admits it bothers him that Mos doesn't say he loves people or misses them NOT EVEN HIS PARENTS OR FAMILY! -2 only because Bank brings this up every year in their Valentine's Day videos, and Mos still is tight-lipped.

But he quickly recovers because he says Mos isn't a man of too many words and actually shows his love through actions, like buying him a Celine bag and other stuff that he cannot mention even though Eclair pressures him to share. No points given

Eclair asks if either one of them gets upset easily, but specifically targets Bank since he is known for having an attitude in their travel videos when he is hungry or tired. +2 to Eclair for being shady

Once they sit down to enjoy the meal that Mos has basically single-handedly made for them, the conversation gets sad when Bank mentions he just wants a good life for his parents and how he misses his grandma, who was his biggest supporter but died during the pandemic so he didn't get to see her before she passed.

It's a heavy moment, but Eclair spins it and asks Mos if he has any sad tales to tell, to which Bank immediately answers that Mos' family is nothing but happy vibes and good times. +1 for the look exchanged between Bank and Eclair because people who have happy families make us all a little sick.

Eclair latches on to the fact that Bank answered the question about Mos' family, and Mos casually responds that Bank would know because he has met his family, several times, since he goes home with Mos, each time. +4 because this is the domesticity that has me convinced they are already married since they are holding hands under the table.

From the way Mos is talking, it's clear the boys stay AT his parents' house when they visit, so Eclair asks if Mos' mom ever hears them.

Mos, in a serious voice, instantly replies that they are quiet.

Bank bursts into laughter, but Eclair isn't done and wants to know what quiet things are done quietly, so Mos offers the only acceptable answer - "Whatever Bank wants" +100 points for Mos being perfect

The conversation gets back to the original point of Bank visiting Mos' family and the guys talk about the first time Bank went home with Mos. The aunties were aflutter when they saw Bank with Mos and because Mos comes from a small community, the entire village practically knew before they even got to the house.

They even recreate the aunties on the street breaking their necks to get a glimpse of Mos' rich boy. +3 for the way the boys deliver it

When they were walking the streets or at the market, they knew people were talking about them (out of curiosity), but whenever Mos or Bank would acknowledge them, the aunties would scatter. +1 for knowing that small town talk is not a negative thing but a way of sharing news

Everywhere they went, people would already know who Bank was because the chisme was running rampant! +2 because the boys are telling the hell out of this story and they are telling it TOGETHER, like both are telling it at the same time. It's glorious!

And since we understand that they were staying AT the parents' house, it seems as if they were also staying in the same room since Grandpa came to collect them once aunties started standing outside of the house wanting to take pictures with them. +2 since Mos is thrilled that Bank was so popular with his people

After the story, Eclair puts on her business cap and opens the door for the guys to talk about their various projects and socials, but the lady is a professional who can turn anything into a sex joke.

MosBank have a YouTube channel called Mong Biew which is a play on their names, but Eclair asks if it's a play on "Bong Biew" which apparently means tilted, and at first I thought she was making a straight/gay joke, but nope! It's a dick joke because Mos proudly declares that it's straight!

And I'm giving Mos another +100 points because this kid gets it! I thought Bank was going to easily steal the show, while Mos was busy cooking, but Mos is just as quick and snappy with his comebacks. He isn't just a Instagram thirst trap! The boy's got moxie!

Because this is still business, the guys give their product placement spiel for an anti-bloat mix, Air-X, and Eclair quickly turns capitalism on its head when she gets Bank to admit he farted on set during one of his romantic scenes with Mos. +4 points to Eclair for making a product placement hilarious and getting the chisme!

And the show wraps up with Eclair giving Air-X another spotlight as she states it's the second item Bank would pack for a trip AFTER HE PACKS CONDOMS!

2000 POINTS TO MY FAVORITE MARRIED COUPLE because we all win when the aunties approve of the boyfriend and Eclair can get a good dick joke or ten out of it!

[merakiui]

I havent heard a lot about Android Jade, do you have any thoughts on that cutie??✨

Thinking,,,,, android Jade who is so fascinated with you when you're pregnant. He didn't quite understand the excitement or emotions surrounding the announcement when you and Azul realized you were expecting. Is it really so important? He can kind of understand it when Azul fusses over you and is always sending Jade or Floyd (or both twins) out to do the errands you used to run. Azul knows you're plenty capable, but he worries intensely and it's in his blood to plan for every outcome as a businessman. He just wants to make sure you carry to term and deliver a healthy baby. Besides, the androids can take care of the grunt work. Don't push yourself.

Jade didn't think it was such a big deal, but then you start showing and oh. It occurs to him you're carrying another human being in that belly of yours. Suddenly, the usually stoic android is reduced to the equivalent of a starry-eyed child on Christmas morning. He's so curious, even more so when your eating habits change dramatically. You crave all sorts of unique combinations and Jade's more than happy to prepare each one for you.

And then there are the emotions, so many of them, all happening in extremes. Some days you are effortlessly happy and bubbly, full of laughter. Other days you are miserable and gloomy, sobbing over how your favorite shirt no longer fits or how you're certain Azul thinks you're ugly or how you feel and look like a bloated whale! >_< Jade is amazed to witness each one of your moods, all of them just as genuine and perplexing to him. He approaches it tactfully, albeit terribly logical: "Of course your shirt no longer fits. You've grown to accommodate the baby, Master. That is natural." Or: "If Master Azul thought so, he would certainly say something. I may be unable to provide an adequate response, but I assure you he would never think such things. You should ask him." Or: "You are not a whale. You are a human." ^^;;; he may not be the best when it comes to empathy, but hearing his objective logic sometimes makes you feel better. It even manages to get you laughing.

Azul spends more time with you than he does at work. He refuses to leave you alone. Jade finds his nature...clingy. Incessantly clingy. When there is business that Azul absolutely must attend to, Jade sends him on his way and promises him that you are in good hands. Jade and Floyd will look after you. In fact, Jade almost wants Azul to stay at the office most days. Azul can be so greedy with your time. :/

Jade has always thought you were pretty, but now that he's looking at you, backdropped by flowers and radiating that fabled pregnancy glow in a soft maternity romper, he realizes you're absolutely beautiful. He can't stop staring. He stares when you're eating. When you're snotty and crying. When you're laughing. When you're frowning over old clothes. When you're rubbing lotions and oils onto your belly and whispering the sweetest things to the baby, singing the loveliest of lullabies. He stares when you're bathing. When you and Azul are making love. When you're eagerly putting the nursery together, painting the walls alongside Azul. And Jade realizes he wants to be there with you. Not in the shadows. Not as your servant but more. Maybe the concept is too human for him to dissect, but he thinks he wants what Azul has. He thinks he wants to be Azul.

He's not supposed to think. He's supposed to compute, assess everything through a logical lens and then act on the command.

Jade doesn't understand at first—the substance leaking from your breasts. He's silently amazed as he watches you grouse over it, complaining that you're sick of this always happening, that you're so tired and sore, that you wish Azul was here. Idia called him into work because it was important (i.e. investors were there for a meeting, and Idia doesn't like handling those aspects of work. Azul does it best). You're muttering under your breath as you shuck your shirt off and press it against your leaking tits: "I swear I'll strangle Idia the next time I see him! I'll seriously kick him in his knees. That ass—bad guy! Not-so-nice guy!" You correct yourself for the baby's sake. Jade thinks it's cute.

He offers to help even though he's not sure what he's meant to do. He's run through all of the data he's stored on this matter—on human lactation. Things doctors tell you. Things science tells you. He's not sure what he's doing when he sits down on the edge of the bed and gently pulls you to sit on his lap. He has you pull the shirt away so he can close his hands around your tits, his synthetic skin soft and warm against you. If you wanted to protest, you don't. You relax against his chest, sighing dreamily as he massages you. It's messy, thin trails of milk dripping from your teats, but it feels good. An utter relief. Jade is gentle and slow, an expert masseuse. You allow yourself to drift off, to be handled in this way. There's nothing to it. Just your android doing his duty in place of your husband. To Jade, it's everything. And he imagines Azul's dead and buried somewhere at the end of the world, and it's just you and Jade and the little one in your belly.

His hands are slick with milk in the aftermath. You're sleepy. You can barely stand with your eyes open, and he has to wonder if you're aware of how darling you are. He cleans you methodically, helping you into a new shirt. When you aren't looking, he licks a stripe up his palm to analyze the flavor and break down the components of...colostrum. That's what it is. Or, in simple terms, it's milk.

He's captivated, and he suspects he'll only be even more so as time trickles by.

[noemilivv]

After Reading the Proposal and Wedding One shot I think it's called?

Can I please request the same characters(Adam, Lucifer and Vox) react to there kid having there Powers and how GN Reader and Them deal with it in an everyday bases

oh my god my brain has so many ideas i’m doing this right the freak now

also i’m so sorry this isn’t necessarily gn!reader becuz this does talk about pregnancy 😭

Warnings: AFAB!reader, pregnancy talk, ooc Adam?(?), swear words, potential S1 spoilers, Vox being a bit of a shitty dad

Adam, Lucifer, Vox w/ kids who have their powers (+ extra)

Adam

You and Adam probably wait awhile after your wedding until having kids, he wants to have his party lifestyle a little longer, and cmon, who can blame him?

At first he isn’t so sure, I mean, a small ball of flesh that just cries wasn’t the most entertaining thing to him… But he’ll do it for you

But the moment you tell him your pregnant, something in him clicks.

He’s very invested in the kids before their even born, he’s reading all those cheesy and old baby books constantly, cause honestly, he’s not as prepared as he’d thought he’d be

Simply because I see Adam as both a boy dad and a girl dad let’s say you two have twins 😛

He’s a good dad not gonna lie, but let’s be real, he tried to make at least one of his kids say “feces” as their first word… yeah, you weren’t too happy. 😀

Growing up, he definitely spoiled his girl and roughhoused with his boy, maybe a bit too much…

He was definitely a baseball or softball dad

Considering Adam’s foul language, they definitely grew up at swearing at a young age, but it stayed in the house dw

As the kids grew into their early teens they discovered their shared their dads powers — and bitch was through the roof about it

Adam started training them on how to use their powers to their liking, but also taught them the safety of them. He was actually a pretty good teacher ngl.

Lucifer

Obviously, from his past marriage with Lilith, he already had his first kid, so he was ready — he was just waiting for you to be as well

So when you were, he was stoked !

He was very aware and attentive during your pregnancy, trying to not make the same mistakes he did the first time around

He’s also very understanding about mood swings and he WILL go out in the middle of the night to get you cravings, he doesn’t have to, but he will

But when you both bring another daughter Morningstar into the world, Charlie is thrilled to have a younger sister!

She definitely babysits a lot, and the child definitely spends a lot of time in the hotel

Luci dedicates certain times of the day when he can not and will not have meetings or projects to be working on so he can dedicate time to both of his daughters.

He loves asking your daughter how her day was, and how schools going, but he also asks how her friends are to stress that grades aren’t the only thing that matter

As your daughter grows, she starts to develop Lucifer’s powers, only a small fraction — considering how powerful he is, but he’s stoked that not one, but now both of his daughters have his powers!

He’s been through training them before with Charlie, so he’s pretty skilled on how to do it now, but he tends to stress to your daughter the usage of the powers and the rights and wrongs are far more important than the strength you have

Vox

Vox was in no rush to have kids due to the current workload for VoxTech, but if you wanted them, all you had to do was ask

Vox, like Adam, couldn’t really wrap his head (or screen ig??) around the concept of a child until they were in his arms.

Vox wasn’t really sure how to handle a newborn, older kids were different, but this..? Maybe this wasn’t right for him…

It broke his heart every time he heard his son sob as a new born, and to be honest, he wasn’t sure what to do.

It’d be late at night and Vox would get out of your shared bed to go make sure the baby would stop crying before you’d wake.

He’d try everything, singing, rocking, bottle, changing the diaper, toys, everything. And it wouldn’t stop.

It’s not until you stir in your sleep and hear everything, you go to your son’s crib and simply hold him and he stops crying immediately, you set your son down and go back to sleep. Vox is literally amazed.

As your son ages into the ages of 6 and up is when it starts to get easier for Vox, by the time Vox can even slightly have a conversation with the kid it gets easier, the communication is a lot more clear

He doesn’t have a lot of time to play with his son due to VoxTech, so usually Vox will keep his son in his lap as he works in his office, he’ll even ask his son business questions! Even when he only gets gibberish back, he’ll take it. Hey, don’t judge him, client feedback is important.

As his son ages into his teen years, Vox starts turning a bit strict, he needs his son to be the coolest fucking kid in school, so Velvette tailors him a shit ton of clothes and Vox makes sure his son always has the newest gadget. Vox also is strict about keeping grades up, he wouldn’t ever take anything away for a bad grade, but your son may get a bit of lecture..

All of this is building up to something though, Vox really wants your son to take over VoxTech in his adult years, so he wants to make sure his son is prepared and experienced in the new world he’d enter, if he doesn’t want, Vox gets it, he may be a bit pushy though, but Vox has been in that place so he won’t push too hard.

At around the age of 15, your son developed Vox’s hypnosis powers.

Vox teaches your son how to use this to his advantage, like for example, VoxTech, but he also stressed there’s a time and place, and to not use it on someone you truly care about. Strategy is everything.

Is Vox the perfect parent? No. But no one is. But he genuinely has so much love for his son, and tbh he wants more kids…

[haro0o]

Hey guys!!

about the previous Gravity Falls edit about Monster Falls au, I want to do some clarification and some yapping of the Au!

so firstly, yes this is a tad different from the original concept of the AU, the Og uses some traits and personalities to deepen understanding as to why they are all other creatures despite a blood-related family

in this concept, twins are VERY stuck out in the Pines family. every twin that came out in the family was and always will be merfolk or water spirits such as Siren and a cervitaur!

I took this concept because the whole show is surrounded by the live of two pairs of twins! and well...i look into it too much(^///^)

Now in my post, someone asked a good question! How does stan still faked his death??

Now, I do a little bit of research and something like that, and turns out that based on Greek mythology (if wrong please correct me) not many creatures are able to resist a siren’s song! And since one of the abilities of that song is “Visual Illusions”

Stan used that for at least 30 years before finally stopping the song! Only Ma Pines knows that it was him, but she keeps her mouth shut because she loves him and knows that Stanley wouldn’t do anything as extreme as pretending to be Ford, while also faking his death

But doesn't it get a bit tiring to sings all day for 30 years? Of course! But Gravity Falls is the home of many powerful deities and nymphs! That is the difference between the outside world and gravity falls! Stan will have an item that helps him to keep on the song playing on and on as he gives tours, interact, etc!

I'm still thinking about what to do with the deities and nymphs!!

thank you for coming to my tedtalk! :D

[kanmom51]

Minimoni - album exchange - JM's Muse

Well my friends, this was certainly something.

I'm going to talk about somethings in this video that stood out to me, not necessarily in the order they came.

I must say, JM did surprise me. We got a level of candor from him we have never got before. And when I say candor I don't mean JM has not been truthful with us in the past, he has. But he is JM. In situations like these, the master of telling us it all without telling us anything.

When it came to Face JM talked. He told us how personal Face was to him. How he took all his pain and struggles and put it into these songs that also represent a progression in a chronological order ending with SMF pt. 2. He told us all that, and then at the same time left it so vague not going into any details. But it wasn't only the album he didn't talk much about, as we all know. And do we talk about Letter and how so very vague he was when it came to that song? The surprise, the "fan song", which he basically would not say more than two words about?

Funny how open and calm and relaxed JM is while talking about this song, eh? Not a hint of shyness. Not a glimmer of evasiveness. Just saying it loud and clear.

And very curious how for a man that was basically working on the two albums practically at the same time in his 2 mini albums he had 2 songs for the fans... Nope. Not curious at all. Because one of those songs was definitley not for the fans. Not like this one, which he tells us to think of as a letter... very funny when he has an actual song called Letter in Face. Only thing is that that Letter was not addressed to us AT ALL, while this one is!!!

You think his use of the word letter for Closer than this is a coincidence? Not thought out? Wrong once again. It's a conscious choice of a word !! One word that basically tells us EVERYTHING.

That was me kind of starting at the end. I just had to get it out of my system before getting into the nitty gritty of the rest.

Another thing we got from JM was just how easy it was for him to talk about JK in this 27 minute video.

First we get from him that JK was the first to hear the songs.

He tells RM that he is the first to listen to the Album though. Meaning, RM would be the first to listen to the songs in the order they are put on the album, as per his concept.

JM tells us later on in the video how he finished recording the songs early June 2023. And here he says that JK heard the songs back during their trip (in July 2023). The use of "since" makes me believe it is the July trip rather than the later one to Jeju. And telling RM he's the first to listen to the album means that JK got to hear them right after JM recorded them, not necessarily all at once, and not in the order they are heard on the album.

Then JM mentions the fact that they are going into the army together.

Now this one is curious to me.

This video was shot a day before JM was off to Hungary to shoot his MV. Mid November. What I find curious is him bringing it up like it was something that RM was not aware of...

It comes up as part of their conversation about JM's voice, how he is in the process of learning how to sing again, in a way that will not damage his voice.

Talking about that he says this:

RM steering him in the direction he wanted, which was the vocal tutors not JK... Lol.

This is clearly something the talk about a lot. And when I say they I mean JM and JK.

So JM talks about the vocal tutor and the things he has been doing to improve himself in that sense, and then this comes:

RM's reaction. "Oh right". So he knew. Which was understandable seeing that this was such a huge thing. Than why JM mentioning it? Well, probably explained by what comes next. But basically JM is telling RM, and us of course, that he is going to be practicing his singing with JK during their joint service. Yes haters. This is JM telling you that as much as you wish otherwise, the two of them are together right now, just doing their Jikook things when they can. And that includes, among many other things, having hours of conversation and practicing their singing.

So, here's what JM had to say:

Let's talk about this for a second here.

Complimenting JK, as he loves to.

Stating the obvious. JM confirming that they spend time together. This is throughout 2023 and while there were those that were once again, as part of the Jikook rollercoaster, claiming the two weren't actually close, not to mention together.

JM's use of wording. This is very important. And I don't even think this was intentional, as in something he was trying to tell us. I think this was just him saying things as they are and the use the different terms is because the situations are different. What am I talking about? JM talking about JK:

Talking about Suga:

When he talks about JK it's "when he and I are drinking together"... it's a regular occurrence. Not a once in a while. Using that term "when we are drinking..." as opposed to the term he uses with Suga "We had drinks with Suga..." 2 thinks we get here. 1st is the use of "having drinks", which implies a once in a while occurrence, and 2nd the use of "we" oh so very naturally. It's the two, together, going to meet Suga for drinks. And even then, Suga being the third wheel, was basically figuratively just thrown right out of their car, left by the road side, them continuing on their ride together, lol.

Love how when RM says "that's why you didn't invite me" JM says "It gets a little deep". Love it because he's basically saying that his conversations with JK are deep (he did say he loved his mind) but also he's kind of also saying what we already know and what he also continues to tell us when talking about them going for drinks with Suga, and that is that they are so deeply into each other that there is no room for another in their interaction/conversation.

JM talks about how they can go on for hours about music when drinking together. One more of the things they do when drinking together, spending those hours together. Yes, JM just also confirmed that they spend HOURS together. Something done regularly as per his wording. And just one more of the things we learnt they tend to do while drinking. Together.

Talking about music, singing, dancing.

Working out,

Giving or getting hickeys,

And having Ramyeon...

Moving on.

Let's talk about Muse and what JM tells us about it.

JM and RM filmed this just before JM left for Hungary to film his MV for Who, so mid November 2023. The convo about the choice of name was kind of telling. We basically find out that Muse was not yet set as the name for his album. He was really thinking of SGMB as the name, which really also shows us how much they were influenced by The Beatles Sgt. Peppers lonely heart club band album.

RM asks him if it's connected with Face and JM says not so much. He explains that Face was about him, his feelings, getting clarity, or if you want - of autobiographical nature, while Muse is more vague, or if you want - NOT AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL!!!

There is no doubt in my mind that JM, who wrote these songs, used his own experiences and memories and emotions to write them (some he needed reminding of, lol), but at the end of the day from JM's explanation, the concept of Muse is not about himself and not about love. It's him expressing feelings through the universal language of love. We know that language, we understand crushing and attraction and love. And through those he was conveying how he feels about his work, his music, his performances.

Excited over something... not someone...

And JM goes on...

He tried to capture the emotions he was feeling as being like...

tracks one through five:

track six

In a sense, if we are looking at it from this aspect, then indeed, his muse could be that "she" represented in the song. Or, being the artist that he is, and keeping it all vague, it encompasses it all. Those very famous JM layers we see in his art. Through his writing and his concepts and performances and the MV and what it conveys to us.

But I do have to emphasise this: JM wrote the lyrics to Rebirth (a song he states he is his favourite), he took part in writing the lyrics to the other 5 songs (all other than Who). The songs are not autobiographical. That is clear. But as an artist the question is where he draws his inspiration for his lyrics from. We know RM can just make it as he goes, create from nothing, from an idea, from a book he read. JK on the other hand can't. This comes from JK himself. It's something he admitted he would love to learn, but he creates from his own trove of memories and experiences. Songs like Your eyes tell, Film out, not personal, and yet he draws lyrics from his own life experiences...

Does that mean that every single song he wrote is autobiographical? Hell no. It means that his expression comes from feelings and memories and experiences he had. We know JM wrote from his own trove for Face, and there are hints he did the same for Muse (without the autobiographic side of it).

Clarifying once again ... a conceptual album does not mean that the artist does not draw from his own life experiences, his feelings, while writing his songs. It means it's not autobiographical but at same time he might be feeding his own reality into those songs.

All this to say, once again, that even if a song is not about himself, when writing it he takes from his own life experiences and feelings. And that is how we end up with lines like this in Rebirth:

You are the light in my darkness Like the sunshine vibe

This whole interaction:

The shining sun line. Yes, the reference to the sun again. And we know who the sun is.

But there's more. It's how JM talks about the line. It's about him saying he asked for permission from Taeyang to use the line in his song, all while the only word from that line that has to do with Taeyung is Vibe. But even more so their reaction to that line. Both of them. And RM at the end...

And look who's peaking from the window... Lol.

*See comments for connection with Taeyang = sun.

Please tell me RM what is so very funny about that line "shining sun" that has you folding over in laughter???

When talking about writing Rebirth and how hard it was writing the lyrics to the song, he says:

RM's reaction though, lol.

That "Bro..."

The snicker.🤣🤣

JM couldn't remember the last time he had a crush. You know. That kind of heart wrenching one sided feeling towards another (well, you think it's one sided until you have the guts to explore it further).

I can actually help him with that one:

Go look at some good wholesome BTS content back in 2014 and 2015. That, my friend is JM crushing.

And that is also why Mr. leader had his little snicker.

So yeah JM, it was a very long time ago. Since then you discovered the crush was not unrequited, and you happen to be with that same person for what? 9 years or so?

And yet, RM's reaction. Again. Cause JM might have forgotten what it's like to have a crush for someone, but RM on his part, has not forgotten what it was like to have two members in the band he was leader of crushing over each other. That was the start of his nightmare as Jikook's babysitter, lmao.

So yes, very amusing indeed.🤣

At the end RM says he loved Muse better than Face, but Rebirth is his favorite and he loves that song more than the whole of Face. He even thinks that Muse as an album is a lot better than Face.

Couldn't help myself, had to end the post with this RM about JM:

"Such a good FRIENDSHIP!!!", screams someone in the barracks.

🤣🤣

[kissesbyliz]

miguel o'hara with a gf who crochets

your head is lazily perched upon the wide expanse of miguel's lap, the quiet hum of some nature documentary dull in your ears. your hands are occupied with your usual: a 5 millimeter hook in one and the other steady in tensioning your yarn. your project, currently consisting of a single floppy chain, hangs passively in front of your face.

above you, the love of your life attempts to engage himself in said documentary. it's one that miguel isn't particularly interested in. being the nerd that he is (though he'll never admit it), his tastes lie more in genetics and chemistry. but he knows that it makes you happy, which is why he can't seem to find it within himself to even ask if he can change the channel.

he's able to endure the sporadic squaks of birds and the chittering of monkeys long enough, before his eyes inevitably drag down to your form.

"and what are you making today, cariño?" miguel asks conversationally, hand idly stroking up and down your forearm. he knows you don't like it when he distracts you from crocheting, but he's convinced that if he sees one more insect fly into the mouth of a venus fly trap, he may actually die of boredom.

thankfully, you don't seem to mind. "a tote bag!" you answer with a smile, hands momentarily pausing their actions in favor of showing him the few rows you've created. what's displayed before him is a thin rectangle of yarn, about a foot in length. "look, do you think it's wide enough?"

miguel takes it into his hands for closer inspection. if he's being honest, he's not sure what he's looking at, but he's grateful that you value his opinion anyway.

"i don't know. how big do you want it?" he asks, releasing the piece so you can also take a look.

"um, normal sized maybe? but i don't wanna get up to reference another bag." you whine, stretching the piece out and turning it every which way to see if you're satisfied with it.

he laughs. "want me to get one of yours?" a hand grasps your hip to keep you steady as he begins sliding out from underneath you.

your head jerks up in protest, arm coming out to stop him. "no! stay here, i'll just eyeball it." you pout, eyeing your creation with scrutiny. your head shifts, pressing deeper into his thighs as if to convince him to not move again.

miguel sighs exasperatedly. evidently, you've chosen to wallow in the hell that you've created for yourself. as your hands eventually resume crocheting your piece, he takes a moment to appreciate every delicate motion of your fingers. even after inspecting you work for all the months you've been together, it's still hard for him to wrap his head around how each stitch is made.

once, after an impulsive inquiry from him, miguel's tried his own hand at the craft. under your enthusiastic guidance, he found himself able to understand how to make a chain, and not much else beyond that. his patience soon ran out after you tried to explain the concept of skipping chains to him.

"why make chains if i'm just going to skip over them?" he had asked you frustratedly, beginning to feel his hand cramp up with the unfamiliar motions.

you laughed at that, evidently amused by his struggling, and miguel thinks its one of the most lovely sounds he's ever heard. he glanced up to meet your glee filled face, and felt his heart stutter in his chest.

"you're staring," you sing quietly, returning his gaze with a cheeky grin. he rolls his eyes, hand coming up to pinch your cheek in mock annoyance.

"it's hard not to." he says, his words too sweet for the tight (not tight, you're just being dramatic) squeeze he has on your cheek. he hears you whine at the touch, and he can't help but smile fondly.

how'd he get so lucky?