#whoa thats an idea!

[graynide]

in relation to my last text post about finding old captain underpants tumblr posts, searching around for CU stuff made me feel like some sort of historian dusting off old relics of the past and people who used to love about Captain Underpants

related doods <-[giggling a lot]

i should make a separate blog titled "Captain Underpants Heritage Posts" just to archive some of these goodies ive read and seen

hmm... should i?

[babblingbonnabel]

🪡 + 🔨 | more yapping!!

NOTE: because so many bigger members of the Avarice Battalion are from the Omega clan, a big portion go to The Garden to celebrate the Omega Tree every Spring (a large symbol of longevity and legacy for the clan...before they burned down lmaooo!!!).

[phagodyke]

was gonna say smth else but this turned into a vent sorry everyone just ignore. typical weekend post on this blog u know how it is here we go👍

[carcarrot]

old man yells at cloud about constant sequels

[aria0fgold]

My barbie doll and the agonizing pain he subjects me to by making me draw his other hand, I haven't even gotten to polishing up his head yet.

[eclipsen-smiles]

THE TAGS LOL

Hey, let's talk about anons like this, because I know some people haven't been in a position to see the patterns these play out in on broader scale and may indeed not spot the trap.

And it is a trap.

An ask like this has several purposes.

First, it uses social justice language in passive aggressive and manipulative ways to try to coerce a behavior. In this case, the desired behavior is usually for the recipent to participate in community shunning and/or harrassment. The language above is intended to put the recipient on the defensive where, in the haste to disassociate themself from the Bad Thing, they quickly disassociate themself from the bad person, often with no particular fact checking or evidence.

The message is also intended to create a sense of being surveilled and judged by an unknown amount of people with unknown amount of social power and an unknown amount of relevance to your life.

Notice that these asks are usually framed as if they are coming from a follower or potential follower, someone who is addressing you personally and who cares about your opinion and who your blog has an effect on. However this is usually.... very much not the case. If you've ever had the misfortune to watch a gossip campaign from like this from the outside, you will very quickly notice that messages like this get sent in mass batches to dozens and dozens of strangers. (You can often turn these up with a tumblr search, if you look.)

The sender does not know you and probably does not follow you. They have a person they don't like (possibly for their stated reason and possibly not), and they are going through the reblogs of a post from that blog and mass messaging *everyone* with a form letter. They will not see your response and they will probably never even see your blog again.

Which brings us to the second goal of whisper campaigns like this:

Notice that I blacked out the names above? That's because when the recipient answers anonymous asks like this, they provide a platform for the opinion on their blog. An anonymous message like this that gets posted doesn't just spread gossip and apply pressure to the recipient, it is spread to the recipient's entire community.

The *goal* is to get access to your community. The *goal* is to use you as a soapbox.

Is the information accurate? Did anyone check? Does the anon have an ulterior social motive? BIG SHRUG

If you go into the comments on one of these whisper campaigns you will see that *most people never bother to check.*

They assume good faith from a follower, they're off balance defending themselves, and they jump straight to conciliation.

It's a really, really effective form of social manipulation, and really really commonly misused.

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

i am finally discovering a genre of character i actually really relate to! like, i personally relate to them rather than just love them a lot, i can hardly remember when that last happened to me, if ever, so that's cool. unfortunately, that genre of character is "protagonist of a tragedy severely doomed by the narrative and in no small way responsible for their own fate"

[botanyshitposts]

agricultural engineer at my work grew up on a farm in a time when being a farmer also meant being a carpenter (his words) and a couple days ago a piece of stupidly crucial wood equipment broke in our lab and i helped him build a new one in like 2 hours thats actually very sturdy and looks like it was actually done right on the first try because it was and i realized how incredibly powerful of a skill it is to be able to make like, a competent set of shelves, a piece of handmade equipment to specifications, etc and be able to at least have an idea of how to make bigger things and i cannot stop thinking about it now. like he was telling me about how when he was in college it was required for engineering majors to learn how to make the stuff they were designing so he had to take proper woodworking and metalworking classes too and they dont do that as much anymore. and how he has relatives that run a woodshop and build like tables and standing clocks and stuff. imagine somebody asking you for a table or clock and you can just make it and it looks nice and works well for a long time and you can fix it if it breaks. maybe im just gen z but whoa

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Don't Panic

The lads men finding you asleep with your child in your arm while you were trying to feed them. You're a first time mom you're not going to be perfect. A/N: This is a mommy mc if you're uncomfortable with the idea of mommy mc this is your warning [Requested by: who-mentioned-rhys-larsen]

Summary: You were a first time mom and motherhood was the hardest hood you’ve ever lived in. Even with your husband doing his fatherly duties you were still exhausted. You checked the time on your watch and noticed it was feeding time. You hoisted your baby into your arms and sat down on the bed to breast-feed. You blinked rapidly trying to keep yourself awake “I’ll nap when you’re done eating” You said more so to yourself rather than the baby when suddenly …. you woke up. When did you doze off? The sun was up last time you checked now it's dark out. Where’s the baby? Oh shit where’s the baby!?

Zayne

Zayne came home to find you curled up with your child who was snoring quietly while you held them snuggly in your arms. He picked your babygirl up careful not to wake you and moved her to the adjoining nursery. She squirmed a little at the loss of warmth, but calmed down once Zayne swaddled her.

A few hours later…

MC: ZAYNE!

Zayne: Darling stop yelling before you wake the baby

MC: Where is she?? I fell asleep while feeding her oh fuck im a terrible mom

Zayne grabs you by the shoulders

Zayne: Breathe my love she’s fine I put her in her bed

MC: *teary-eyed* did I hurt her?

You dropped your gaze feeling your heart shatter at the thought of hurting your child

Zayne: You had her held safely in your arms she’s fine go look

You rushed to the nursery to find your babygirl in a peaceful slumber. A wave of relief washed through you causing you to fall to your knees.

MC: I won't let that happen again

Zayne: Go get some sleep my love you’ve earned it I'll take care of the baby

MC: but-

Zayne: You’ll be no good sleep-deprived go rest

Rafayel

MC: WHERE ARE THEY?

You rush out into the living room after tearing your room apart looking for your babies

Rafayel: Quiet down. Why are you yelling?

MC: I CANT FIND THE TWINS

Rafayel: You lost our kids?

MC: I-I accidentally fell asleep and and and when I woke up they were gone I-I-I omg im the worst mom alive

Rafayel: Are these two not ours?

You walk around the couch to find them each fast asleep, one laying in his lap and the other sprawled out next to him on a blanket.

MC: I should punch you in the jaw fuck I think I just had a heart attack thats not funny

Rafayel: I found you asleep in the bedroom with your titty out

MC: Well thats embarrassing

Rafayel: It was a nice surprise … This baby shark was trying to climb on you when I came in

Rafayel said pointing to your baby boy who was drooling all over his lap

Rafayel: and this little sea snail was curled up next to you

Rafayel placed his hand on the tummy of your babygirl

MC: I’m glad they're safe

You sighed, relieved that your babies were fine

Rafayel: You should probably go do that pumping thing you always do …. you’re leaking

MC: Shit!

Rafayel: My little leaky faucet

MC: Please put your top and bottom lip together

Xavier

You sat up quickly almost head butting Xavier who was standing over you

Xavier: Whoa you should change your shirt you have spit up on this one

MC: Where's the baby!?

Xavier: I just put him in his crib

MC: Is he okay? I didn’t roll over on him did I? Was he breathing?

Xavier: Yes. No. and Yes.

Xavier began removing your shirt

MC: Wait wait I need to see our son

Xavier: Okay but lets change your shirt first

MC: No—I need—-Xav move

You end up wrestling Xavier who’s just trying to get you out of your soiled shirt. He manages to slip it off and you dart out of the room with no shirt. You quietly make your way in the nursery and see your baby boy sleeping soundly. Man he looks so much like his dad it’s crazy.

Xavier: Here. *pulls a shirt over your head*

MC: Thanks Xav Im sorry I was just so scared

Xavier: I understand ... now according to Jenna since the baby is down you should get some rest too let’s go

MC: Are you going to nap with me?

Xavier: Jeremiah was in the living room when you ran through to get to our son

MC: Did he see.....?

Xavier: He won't remember even if he did

MC: JEREMIAH IM SORRY

Sylus

MC: WHERE IS SHE??

Kieran: Calm down

Luke: You’ll wa—

MC: DON’T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN

Sylus: She’s right here

You turn to see Sylus holding your baby girl in his arms. She's playfully tugging on his necklace while he continuously moves her little hand away.

MC: Mommy is so sorry baby …. did I hurt her? I didn’t mean to fall asleep

Sylus: You’re going to make yourself sick with all this worrying

MC: I just fell asleep with our child in my arms that seems like grounds to worry Sylus

Sylus: She was fast asleep on your chest and you had your arm wrapped around her

MC: It’s still dangerous

Sylus: and yet she’s fine live and learn sweetie everything will be fine

MC: It’s like my third day out here okay im still learning this mom shit

Sylus: Rule number 1 don’t cuss in front of the baby

MC: Oh shut up

Sylus: Rule number 2 don’t be rude to her dad

MC: Anything else?

Sylus: Rule number 3 dont forget to pump

You look down and realize you have two wet patches on your shirt

MC: Shit!

Sylus: Rule number 1—

MC: Shut it!

[gibbearish]

the funniest thing abt working in a call center is overhearing other ppls call handling. we work for a big bank so ppl can be calling about Really Big Sums Of Money which means they can get very shitty very fast so de-escalation is a super important skill with multiple training courses abt it but this one guy just . did not understand how it worked so we got to listen to him tell a woman "um ma'am i have to inform you that. um you're yelling at me"

[ha-rinrin]

A Chance at Something Better

summary: Jinx's brings a little girl to your home, hoping to give her something better than what she had.

Pairing; Jinx x fem!reader ( they're married)

wordcount: 3.1k

Authors note: I saw on TikTok this one video saying that Jinx adopted a child, soo thats what I tried to do even if I have zero knowledge of whaat going on🤞🏻. If you want more married content just tell me and I'll do it, I kinda liked the idea of you and Jinx adopting a kid so, tell me if you want more of it.

masterlist

You’re in the dim glow of Jinx’s hideout, the familiar hum of metal and machinery filling the air. Her workbench is littered with tools, scraps, and half-assembled parts, each piece part of a weapon you’re carefully crafting for her—a small, sleek pistol that packs a powerful punch. The faint scent of gunpowder lingers in the room, and you can hear the quiet drip of water echoing from somewhere deep within the cavernous walls.

The two long braids and her purple eyes come into view before she does, Jinx’s shadow moving just a second ahead of her as she slips into the room. She grins, her smile sharp yet playful, watching you like she’s seen her favorite person in the world—because you know, deep down, that’s exactly what you are.

The moment Jinx steps into the room, a prickle of awareness slides down your spine. You sense another presence. Instinct kicks in before reason, and in one swift motion, you reach for a pistol on the workbench and whip around, aiming it directly at the darkened corner just beyond Jinx.

Jinx’s eyes widen as she realizes where your attention has landed, her mouth parting in surprise. “Whoa, whoa! Easy there, sharpshooter,” she says, her tone a mix of amusement and shock. She holds up her hands. “Drop the gun, okay? There’s… no need for that.”

You keep your stance firm, the pistol steady in your hand. “Why is it here?” you ask, eyes narrowed, keeping your gaze locked on the shadows in the corner.

From the darkness steps a small, timid figure, her steps cautious but curious. She’s barely up to Jinx’s hip, with wild blue hair that nearly mirrors the shade Jinx once had. The girl peers up at you, big eyes full of a mixture of awe and trepidation.

Jinx glances at her, then back at you, her expression shifting to one of guilty excitement. “She’s here,” Jinx corrects, her voice softening as she looks at the girl. “I know I was gonna… ease you into this, but, well…” She shrugs, her mischievous smile returning. “Surprise?”

You keep your gaze steady, the girl’s shy eyes darting between you and Jinx. The situation feels surreal, and though you’ve lowered the gun, the tension is far from gone.

“Jinx,” you say, voice firm, “can we talk… in private?” You emphasize the last word, giving her a look that says you’re serious.

Jinx’s grin wavers, a flash of nervousness crossing her face. She glances down at the girl, patting her shoulder gently. “Isha, stay here, alright? Just for a second.” Her voice is soothing, trying to keep the girl at ease as she leads you further back, just out of earshot.

Once you’re out of Isha’s line of sight, you cross your arms, keeping your voice low. “Jinx, we agreed… if anything this big was gonna happen, we’d talk about it first.”

Her fingers fidget with the edge of her sleeve, and she bites her lip, a little sheepish. “I know, I know. I just… I couldn’t leave her there. She looked so scared, y/n. Like she’d seen the worst of the Lanes in one day. I tried to picture leaving her, but… it felt too close to everything I went through.”

You sigh, the frustration melting into something softer as you watch her, seeing the hint of vulnerability she rarely lets anyone glimpse. “I understand that, Jinx. But bringing someone into our lives like this—it’s… it’s not just about a good heart, you know?”

She runs a hand through her braids, glancing down, trying to meet your eyes without completely meeting them. “Look, I know I rushed it. But she’s got nobody else. No one who understands. And if I’m honest… I thought maybe, with us, she could have a chance.” She glances up at you with a hopeful, almost pleading look

You let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you glance back toward Isha, then back at Jinx. “We make weapons, Jinx. Bombs. There’s nothing about our lives that screams ‘safe’ or ‘stable’ for a kid. Adding her into this… it’s not exactly ideal, you know?”

Jinx bites her lip, visibly torn but resolute. “I know what we do isn’t exactly kid-friendly, but it’s not like we’re blowing things up every single day. We’ll be careful. And… maybe she doesn’t have to see all that. We could keep that part separate. We’d figure out a way.”

You shake your head, though a small part of you understands where she’s coming from. “It’s not just about keeping her out of the crossfire. You know as well as I do that our lives are unpredictable. We’re not exactly… parental role models.”

Jinx crosses her arms, her brows drawn as she stares at the ground. “Maybe. But I think we could be. I mean, we’re not the monsters the world sees us as.” Her voice softens, barely above a whisper, “Isha deserves better than what I had. She deserves a chance. And we’ve got each other, y/n. Doesn’t that count for something?”

You let her words sink in, feeling the weight of her solve. The idea still feels overwhelming—foreign, even—but the determination in her eyes, that unbreakable hope, reminds you why you love her.

You take a deep breath, glancing from Jinx to the tools and parts scattered across the room. “Look, Jinx, we’re married, and yeah, we’ve talked about a family someday. But this?” You gesture around the hideout, with weapons and half-finished bombs lying out in the open. “This isn’t exactly what I’d call a safe space for a kid. It’s dangerous—everything about what we do is dangerous.”

Jinx’s gaze doesn’t waver, her fingers laced in yours. “I know it’s risky. But I also know we’re more than the things we make here. We’ve made a life together, y/n. Maybe it’s not perfect or normal, but it’s ours. And Isha… she could be part of that.”

You sigh, feeling her conviction but unable to shake your hesitation. “Jinx, we can’t just decide this overnight. It’s not just about us anymore.”

Her grip tightens slightly, her eyes softening. “She needs us, y/n. We can give her a place where she’s not alone, where she doesn’t have to be scared all the time. We’ve got each other… isn’t that enough to try?”

You look down at your wedding ring, feeling its weight more than usual. The decision ahead is heavy, and Jinx’s fingers tracing the edge of the ring only intensifies that feeling. She meets your gaze, her voice soft. “I know we didn’t plan this, but when I saw her, I couldn’t walk away. She’s like me… like us. And she needs someone.”

You exhale, still unsure. “I know, but we’re not exactly the perfect environment for a kid. We’re surrounded by weapons and bombs, Jinx. This life... it’s dangerous.”

Her touch lingers on your wedding ring as she looks up at you, her expression sincere. “I get that. But when I was a kid, I had Silco… and he was all I had, even if it wasn’t perfect. I thought maybe we could give her something real—something better than what I had.”

You rub your forehead, feeling the weight of it all. “It’s not just about helping her. It’s about how much it’ll change our lives. Are we ready for that?”

Jinx squeezes your hand, her voice steady. “I don’t know, but I want to try. I want to give her a chance.”

You watch as Jinx’s eyes glisten, the faint shimmer of tears threatening to fall. Her usual bravado is gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. You can see the weight of her words sinking in deeper than she lets on, the fear of repeating the past, of making the wrong choice.

Without thinking, you reach out and gently cup her face in your hands, your thumb brushing away the tear that escapes the corner of her eye. The action is tender, your touch grounding both of you in the midst of the storm.

"Hey," you say softly, your voice low but firm. "We don’t have to do this perfectly. But we need to know what we’re getting into, Jinx. It’s not just about the heart—it’s about everything that comes with it. The good, the bad… and the ugly."

Jinx sniffles, nodding as she leans into your touch. “I know. I just… I don’t want her to end up like me. Like I did back then.” She swallows, her voice trembling. “I just want to give her a shot at something better.”

You hold her gaze, your hands steady as you keep her close. “You’re not alone in this,” you say again, the words sounding stronger this time. “You won’t be doing it alone. And neither will she. We’ll figure it out together. No matter what.”

Jinx’s lip quivers, but she manages to hold your gaze. “I never thought I’d have a family. Hell, I didn’t even think I could be a part of one.” Her voice cracks, but she presses on. “But when I saw her, I saw that little version of me—someone who’s been left behind, someone who just needs a place to feel safe.”

You can’t help the tightness that forms in your chest as you listen. You know she’s right. It’s like a mirror to her past, the girl standing there alone, hoping for someone to care. You pull her into you, your embrace warm and solid. “We’ll make sure she has that. Safety. Love. A chance to be something more than what this place wants her to be.”

Jinx clings to you, a quiet sob escaping her. You can feel the depth of her emotions, the mixture of fear and hope swirling within her. She’s vulnerable right now, in a way you’ve rarely seen, and it makes everything feel more real.

"I don’t know if I can do this, but I’ll try," she murmurs against your chest, her voice muffled but full of determination. "I need you by my side. I need you to help me figure this out."

You hold her tighter, pressing a kiss to her hair. "We’ll figure it out, Jinx. Together. I’m not going anywhere."

You hold her close, letting the silence wrap around you both, the weight of the conversation settling between your hearts. Jinx’s breaths come a little easier now, though you can still feel the trembling in her body. Her fingers curl into the fabric of your shirt, grounding herself in the safety of your presence.

After a moment, she pulls back slightly, enough to look up at you with those wide, purple eyes. “You really mean it, don’t you?” she asks, her voice a mixture of wonder and vulnerability. “You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”

You gently tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I mean it. I’m not going anywhere, Jinx. We’ll do this together. We’ve always figured things out, even when it’s been tough.”

She nods, her lips quivering into a small smile, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "I don’t want to fail her. I don’t want to mess this up." Her voice drops lower, almost a whisper. "I just… I don’t know how to be a mom."

You lean in, brushing your forehead against hers, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around you both. "And you don’t have to know how to be one right now," you reassure her. "But you’ve got a lot of love to give. You’ve got that. And that’s a hell of a start."

She lets out a shaky breath, nodding slowly. "I guess we’ll learn as we go, huh?" There’s a trace of her old mischief in her voice, a glimmer of that familiar spark.

"Yeah," you say, your hand gently cupping her face again, “we’ll learn. And we’ll do it together. One step at a time.”

Jinx leans into your touch, her eyes closing briefly. “I never thought this could be my life... but maybe... maybe it could be.” She looks up at you, a new kind of determination in her eyes. "I want to make sure she has a chance to be better than I was. We can give her that.”

You nod, the weight of the decision no longer feeling quite so heavy. "We will."

And for the first time, there’s a real sense of hope, something unfamiliar yet comforting, settling between you both. You kiss her forehead softly, reassuring her once more that you’re in this together—no matter what comes next.

You both stand in the silence, the hum of the hideout settling around you. The girl, Isha, is still standing a few feet away, her eyes fixed on you both, her small frame tense but not entirely withdrawn. She’s looking at Jinx one moment, then at you, almost like she’s waiting to see how you’ll react, unsure of how this new chapter will begin.

You take a cautious step toward her, the floor creaking lightly beneath your feet. Isha doesn’t move, her posture defensive, but there’s a hint of curiosity in the way her blue hair flutters slightly with every slight movement you make.

You crouch in front of her, your knees sinking just enough to meet her gaze without overwhelming her. “Hey there,” you say softly, trying to keep the tone light. “I’m not going to bite, promise.”

Isha’s eyes flicker to your face, her lips parting slightly as if weighing whether to trust you. It’s quiet for a moment, and then, after a long stretch of silence, she hesitantly reaches out, her small fingers brushing against yours.

You give her a small, encouraging smile and gently take her hand, your grip light, offering her the space she needs to pull away if she wants to. You feel the chill of her hand against your skin, the coldness of someone who’s been through too much too soon.

“You’re safe here,” you say, voice low and reassuring. “You don’t have to be scared.”

Behind you, Jinx shifts, her usual chaotic energy subdued for once, her gaze trained on the interaction. There’s a look in her eyes—part gratitude, part uncertainty—that makes you pause for a moment. She’s watching, almost as if she’s holding her breath, waiting for something.

She takes a small step closer, her voice quieter than usual. “Thanks,” she says, the words tumbling out before she can stop them, more to herself than to you. “For not running off.”

You glance over your shoulder at her, seeing the vulnerability in her eyes. “I told you I’m not going anywhere, Jinx.” Your voice is firm, steady, grounding. “We’ll figure this out. All three of us.”

Isha’s small hand tightens in yours, a soft, tentative pressure that feels like the first sign of trust she’s given. You smile, a little more genuine this time, and shift to stand beside her, giving Jinx a glance that holds a promise.

Jinx looks back at you, her expression softening, and for the first time, you see something almost like hope flicker in her eyes. She steps up beside you, her presence a quiet reassurance to Isha.

“We’ll figure it out,” Jinx echoes, her voice quieter now. She glances at Isha, her fingers nervously twitching but keeping steady. “We’ll make sure she has a chance.”

Isha, though still cautious, seems to soften just a little in response. Her gaze shifts from you to Jinx and back again, like she’s beginning to believe that maybe—just maybe—she’s found something worth trusting.

Jinx’s eyes flicker toward the workbench, her gaze catching the sleek pistol you’d been carefully crafting. The change in her demeanor is almost immediate, the air around her crackling with a familiar energy. Her lips curl into a mischievous grin, the kind that only she could pull off. The uncertainty from moments ago seems to evaporate, replaced by a spark of excitement.

“Well, well…” she mutters, stepping over to the workbench and running her fingers along the edges of the half-assembled weapon. “Looks like someone’s been busy.”

You watch her, her movements quick and sure as she inspects the weapon. “I was making it for you,” you say, your voice holding a touch of amusement. “Had to give it some personal touches.”

Her grin widens, and she picks up the gun with a careful but almost possessive gesture, weighing it in her hands. “I know, I know… You always make the best toys.” Her voice drops a little lower, a mischievous twinkle in her purple eyes. “But I could use something like this, especially if I’m gonna be a good role model.”

You raise an eyebrow, your hands resting on your hips. “Role model? Are you sure you know what that means?”

Jinx gives a playful shrug, flipping the gun in her hands and inspecting it. “Hey, maybe I don’t know everything about being a ‘good’ role model… but I’m pretty damn good at keeping people entertained.” She gives you a sly wink, her usual wild energy creeping back into her voice.

For a brief moment, the weight of the situation seems to lift as Jinx takes a shot at her old self. The chaos, the thrill—it’s all there, in her eyes, in her grin. But beneath it, there’s something different. A protective edge. She’s not just planning her next move—she’s trying to figure out how to be something else, something more.

You sigh, crossing your arms, and take in the sight of her, the wild spark still there but now tempered with something else. “Just don’t get too carried away, alright?”

Her eyes narrow in playful challenge. “Who, me? Never.”

You shake your head, but the corners of your mouth lift slightly, the tension between you easing as you watch Jinx’s usual self return, in all her unpredictable, fiery glory.

“We’ll see how long that lasts,” you mutter, though it’s more affectionate than anything.

Jinx’s grin softens a bit as she looks over at you, the weapon still in hand, but her attention fully on you now. “Hey, thanks for sticking with me,” she says quietly, her voice softer than before, but the familiar edge is still there. “I know this... this is a lot. But I’ll do everything I can to make it work.”

You nod, feeling the weight of the moment, of the decision ahead. “I know you will, Jinx. Just don’t let this turn into another one of your schemes, alright?”

Jinx’s eyes sparkle as she steps closer, her lips curling into another grin. “No promises,” she teases, then lowers her voice to something more sincere. “But I’ll try.”

[darby-rowe]

i’m creaming at this idea

imagine sej pounding the shit out of coryo in doggy style and ur in front of coryo, holding his face in ur hands just praising him

sej would be degrading him while ur comforting him as he’s getting POUNDDDDDEDDDDDD

anon this idea has me (s)creaming too WHOA. also hope u dont mind that sej isnt much of a degrader and more like... sassy? i guess thats the word?

18+ | nsfw | mdni cw m/m/f threesome, sub!coryo, dom!sej, dom!reader

coriolanus's moans were nearly pornographic in nature — a melody of sounds you had never heard before until sejanus buried his cock deep inside his ass, and suddenly a whole new world unlocked before you.

and you had front row seats to the blonde's unraveling, too. laying down on your back as coriolanus straddled your hips, sejanus fucking him from behind. you reached your hands upward to hold the poor boy's face in your hands as he moaned and moaned and moaned, nearly on the verge of fucking tears.

a large smack could be heard as sejanus's hand came in contact with coriolanus's ass, eliciting a pathetic yelp from him. you shoved your thumb in between his plush lips and watched in awe as he immediately latched onto you, swirling his tongue around your digit. his eyes looked so dumb and weepy, curls sticking to his forehead from sweat. this was the prettiest he had ever looked.

"such a pretty boy..." you cooed, your hands never leaving coriolanus's face. you watched as his eyes fluttered shut as the compliment left your lips. "such a pretty boy taking sej's cock in your ass, yeah?"

"s'fucking tight," sejanus groaned from behind him, leaving a few more large handprints on coriolanus's pale skin. you could feel your thumb vibrate as the blue-eyed boy whimpered around you. a small string of spit connected your thumb to his lips when you retracted your hand, his mouth falling open to emit more dirty sounds.

"i know this fucking feels good, don't it?" sejanus taunted, smirking as coriolanus openly cried as a response. "not so stubborn now, are you? fuck, you feel fucking great around my cock,"

"wanna cum," coriolanus whined. "wanna cum so hard..."

when coriolanus's head fell down onto your chest, reaching beneath him to jerk himself off, you held him the entire time — cooing such sweet nothings as you the top of his disheveled head.

and you made sure to tell him he did an extra good job after he came all over his hand and your tummy.

[muniimyg]

one: fuck it if i can't have us

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It began with a sundress.

Don't get it twisted just yet because the beginning of Yoongi's downbad era didn't begin with you wearing one... It began exactly 20 minutes after meeting you.

What a joke, right?

His friend, Seok Jin, had invited a group of people to his family's summer home. The summer home is near a lake and a small town. The shops often closed just before 7PM and that's when Yoongi saw you for the first time. As the group of girls ran to greet Seok Jin and them, you lingered a moment longer, staring at the sundress on display.

Your long hair blew in the wind like a movie. Your smile was gentle and the way it turned into a laugh took his breath away. As you take one more glance at the sundress, you make your way to join the group.

As everyone mingles and continues to roam around the town, you take your time introducing yourself to everyone.

That's the first thing Yoongi liked about you.

You took your time.

Your eyes looked into his a moment more than his heart was ready for. When your hands touched, he felt electricity. His eyes widened and if he wasn't so self-aware about his delusional mindset, he swears he heard bells.

The bells.

But then again, maybe that was just your voice saying his name. That's the second thing Yoongi liked about you. He likes the way you say his name. It made him feel something. It made him feel like someone.

Perhaps thats why Yoongi woke up at 7AM the next day and bought you the sundress. He knocked on your room door and left it in the bag. Half awake, you picked up the gift and laughed.

There was no note written or exchange of words during breakfast. Instead, there was you wearing the sundress and Yoongi's stolen glances.

Then again...

Maybe it was the summer air. Maybe it was the way the sun always set so perfectly behind you. Maybe... It's just summer.

Summer exists for the hopeless romantics. For the people that love with their entire hearts and feel the warmth of the sun beyond their skin. Perhaps it's the sunshine and all the couple-coded activities or the shared ice cream cones... Maybe it's the carnivals and outdoor movies... Who knows.

Whatever it is, summer's lovebug has bit and made Yoongi sick to his stomach.

It has to be today.

Your lips meet his before a simple “hello.” 

It irks him. 

His mind goes hazy, fighting to understand why he loves the way you kiss him so much but hates it at the same time. Was this it? Was this all he was to you? How could you kiss him like you missed him and not say anything? Did you not mean this? 

Did you not mean the way your lips crashed onto his with the kind of neediness he’s grown to crave? 

Did you not mean the way you slipped your tongue in, finding his, and somehow redefining kissing for him? It’s just so perfect with you. You kiss him so good. You kiss him just right. 

Worst of all…

Did you not mean it when you intertwined your fingers with his? How you hold his hand when you two kiss.. How you hold his hand when you ride his cock, grinding, moaning, and crying over how well he fits inside you? 

Oh. 

You must mean it.

Because if you don’t… He just might die.

Nothing devastates him more than the mere idea of you not wanting him back the same way he wants you. He craves for you in ways he can't even express with words.

You've bewitched him.

As you kiss him deeper, Yoongi breaks away from you like he's breaking away from a trance. He turns his head, backed up against the bathroom sink.

Real classy, by the way. Texting him to meet you in the bathroom while your friends are all wasted downstairs. But then again, why'd he even go upstairs and follow through? He was no better than you.

While you grow confused, an ache plunges into his heart. He hates doing this to you. He hates to be the reason why you could ever be confused with his actions because all he wants is clarity between you two. He wants it out in the open. He wants it to be crystal clear.

He wants you.

Yoongi catches the way your lips twitch. The way you gulp and inch away because you feel embarrassed. It hits you. The feeling of rejection... And he knows you well enough to notice how easily your feelings consume you. A part of him wonders if you know this about yourself... Do you know how much he wants to save you from yourself? How much he wants to give you constant reassurance and undying love? How much he wants to protect you and be your everything?

He wants it so bad it's beginning to ruin him.

To Yoongi, you're perfect. 

With that being said, he still acknowledges your flaws... Like the fact that you smell like a mix of sunscreen and vodka (which he hates) or that you are the most stubborn person he has ever met in his life. That's saying a lot considering his best friends are horny overgrown fuckboys in fiance. 

Yet, you take the crown. 

You win the title.

You are the only person in this world who can break his heart.

… And contrary to popular belief, Min Yoongi's heart breaks easily.

You must know it.

It's strange to Yoongi how quickly you switch up. How he knows any slight rejection from his end hurts your feelings instantly... But you react tough and cold to endure the agony that rots inside you.

So, he hates this. He fucking hates this.

God, do you even know what he would do to swallow his pride and just be what you need? What he would do to give up his self-respect and live to please you? What he would do to simply be yours?

It takes everything inside him to stand his ground.

Shyly, you place your hand on his chest. You feel his heart beating. It beats fast and loud like it's trying to tell you something. Feeling worried, you look up at Yoongi and ask, “Everything okay?” 

Yoongi places his hands on top of yours. Your eyebrows knit together from his touch. Like instinct, you try to pull away. Instead, Yoongi keeps your hand still. He holds them, rubbing his thumb back and forth against your soft skin. It’s comforting… But it scares you, to say the least. 

“___, I can’t…” 

That’s all he manages to say. Yoongi looks at you and it’s over. He’s lost in your eyes as if it’s the first time he has ever seen anything so fucking beautiful. 

You blink. 

“Can’t what?” you chuckle, looking down at his crotch. You tilt your head, wondering if he's just talking about his erection. “Are you not hard? It’s okay, bebe. I can help with that—”

“I know you can,” he huffs, “It’s j-just… It’s not that.”

Yoongi inhales sharply, eyes softening as he exhales. He looks at you... He really looks at you.

You gulp.

“What is it then?" you ask, trying your best to keep your tone consistent. "What? ... Are you ending this? I thought third times the charm? Hahahaa… I mean, i-it’s fine if you want out… I’m just confused why you want out. I don't want out—"

Feeling embarrassed, you pause. Your rambling won't change the way he is looking at you. He's looking at you so carefully. So lovingly.. It truly feels like an ending. Again, you attempt to drop your hands. Still, Yoongi holds them. 

“Yoongi—”

He holds your hands tighter. 

“D-don’t—”

He listens.

... And it’s odd. 

For some reason, you didn’t really want him to let go. 

“Is everything okay?” you attempt one last time. You ask this, completely unsure if knowing if for his sake or for yours. 

“No,” he shakes his head. “Far from it, actually. Everything is everything but okay.”

Your eyes widen. “Are you hurt? Did I do something—”

“Everything,” Yoongi begins his confession. “It’s everything but you. It’s everything but us.”

Suddenly, you realize you’ve been holding your breath. That’s what this feels like… It’s this weird anticipation that you never saw coming. But it’s here and it’s quite literally taking your breath away. 

“I’m confused—”

“I think I’m in love with you,” Yoongi confesses. His voice is gentle but stern. You hear every word crystal clear, yet you stand in complete disbelief.

“Actually, no… I am in love with you. I’ve known it for two summers now. I know it for the remaining nine months you ignore me. And I… I, uh… I d-don’t know w-what to do anymore. I’ve tried just about everything and everything…” he takes a second to pause, breathe in, and muster the courage to give you the rest of his heart.

“I'm out of ways of avoiding it. I've been trying to ignore this, and I just... I'm so tired, ___. I don't know what to do… I want every season with you.”

Your throat is dry.

Your hands tingle like they could go numb any second now.

God, there's a pressing feeling in the pit of your stomach and you aren't sure if it's because you're so nervous right now or if you just really have to pee.

Either way, you feel stuck.

You can't find any words to say and your mind runs through a million and one thoughts. From the very beginning, you always thought moments like these only existed in stories.

This couldn't be true...

This was a sick joke.

It has to be.

"Are you going through a heat stroke or something?"

He blinks at you. Realizing he's not kidding around, you put your guard up.

"W-why are you saying this?" you ask, practically choking on your words. "We're fine, Yoongi. You don't have to care about this more than we agreed to. You don't have to lie to—it’s summer! Come on! We have fun and—"

"___, I have never been so honest in my life!" he snaps, awfully offended. "You're not allowed to tell me how I feel. I just spent the past fucking nine months trying to figure my shit out—y-you... You can't tell me I figured it out wrong."

Unconvinced, you poke at his truth again. "Yoongi, seriously, are you fucking with me? This isn’t cool. You’re not funny.”

"Your birthday is my passcode. Do you think that’s cool? Am I funny for doing that?”

You snicker, “a little. Didn’t I do that? Why haven’t you changed it—"

“Take a wild fucking guess,” he hisses.

You tighten your lips. “I… I don’t—”

"I tried, ___. I tried so fucking hard for you. I swallow my pride every time you call me up. I pretend like it doesn't matter when you ignore me come September. I have done everything I possibly can to shove, suppress, and forget about my feelings... But I can't do it anymore. I don't want this anymore..."

In disbelief, you take a step back. "So what? You're done with me because you love me or some shit?"

"N-no! I'm saying I want more for us!" Yoongi hurries to explain himself. "I want us. I want everything, though. I want the morning texts. I want the dates. I want the anniversaries. ___, I want you twelve months a year—"

"And the sex?" you interrupt him, "what does this mean... For us then? For this arrangement?”

"Is that all you care about?"

A beat.

"No."

Yoongi takes a step toward you. "I can do it," he promises you. "I can fuck you all you want. I can eat your pussy out to your heart's desire. I can do and be anything and everything you want, bebe…”

"... So? What's with the confession? If nothing was going to be different—I'm still confused. Are you ending this or not?"

He laughs.

"No," Yoongi tilts his head and gives you half a smile. Your stomach twists and turns when he does this... You feel winded.

Was he always this handsome?

"Fuck, I’m so nervous my words are everywhere… No, ___. I’m not ending us. I could never do that to you... Or to myself. God knows I'd do everything to be with you... So, I'm changing the narrative. Yeah... Let's say that."

"Say what?"

Yoongi reaches to you, pulling you in by your waist. Resting your chin on his chest, you look up at him and bat your eyes. He'll fold, right? He loves it when you do this. Instead, he smirks and leans in.

Against your lips, he murmurs softly and slowly; "___, I'd do anything for you."

"Good. Then let's do this—" You reach to kiss him. “Let’s fuck.”

He stops you. “Do you not get it yet?”

You shrug. “Get what?”

Yoongi feels his heart beat faster and faster. You look at him, desperate to make it out of this conversation. Desperate to make it work—but your uneasy heart finds it easier to resist than to give in. 

So, Yoongi does it for you.

Yoongi does it first.

Giving in, he tells you; "Okay… You want to fuck? Fine. We can fuck… Under the condition that you let me be your boyfriend, because fuck it if I can’t have us.”

[sapphireneil]

His special Gift // Demon!Leviathan x sub!m! Reader NSFW

CW: frustrated Levi, Demon form, tail shenanigans (tail fucking), *unprotected* anal sex, teasing, marking, usage of petnames for reader, dashes of praise and degradation, breeding kink mentions, established relationship, implied pet play

Obey Me! Leviathan x sub!m! Reader

In honor of his birthday <3 - dedicated to Noé

You watched in frustration as Levi stormed out of the living room, off into his own. You and the brothers had wanted to get get him a signed edition of the Ruri☆Tunes game which had been a limited edition on Akuzon. Unfortunately they were sold of in a few seconds, making it impossible for either of you to get one and since they went on sale the night before Leviathans birthday, all of you were left empty handed… almost.

You get up, leaving the living room and paying no mind to the dirty comments the brothers were making. Heading to your lovers room, you fumble a bit at your clothing, adjusting your uniform so the suprise you had prepared, wouldn‘t be spoilered.

That done, you knock at his door, allowing yourself in, as he didn‘t respond, seeing your lover curled up in his favorite gaming chair, gaze fixed on his DDD. „Hey…“ you spoke, with caution, as you spotted the horns on his head and the tail that had wrapped around the chair he sat in. You knew that he would never hurt you, and that you could avoid it even if he'd try, considering the pact you'd made, but to provoke an already hurt demon, never was a good idea.

So all you did was unbuttoning the upper part of your uniform, revealing the seams of some velvety lingerie top, which left your collarbones bare, a light purple dog collar lying smug around your neck. Attached to it, was a small metal plate, heart shaped, the engraved letters reading your beloved's name - Leviathan. The metal made a slight jiggle sound, causing the purple haired male to look up at you, finally, his pupils widening as he processed what he was looking at, blushing, mouth agape.

"Whoa-" Levi gasped, blinking in disbelief, putting his phone down without a second glance at it.

You took this reaction, and his fixed gaze, as an invitation to undress yourself further, eventually leaving yourself in only the top and some brief underwear, which did absolutely nothing to conceal your already raging boner. With curiosity you gazed into Levis eyes, watching contently as his split tongue darted out briefly to wet his lips, eying you up and down. There's silence between the two as his gaze grows more lustful with the second.

Before you could speak up, his tail wraps around your waist, pulling you to him, with more force than actually would've been necessary, but it only illustrates his need for you, so you weren't going to complain as you comfortably settled into his lap, the black tail still snug around your waist as he tilted your chin up, forcing you to look in his eyes. Where frustration was just a second ago, now glistened want.

"Thats the best surprise gift I have ever received ~" Levi murmurs, his tone hushed, lower than usual, as he finally brings his lips to yours.

You sigh into the kiss, parting your lips as he hooks a finger under the collar, pulling you closer. A few moments its just tongues battling for dominance and small moans of desperation until you need to part for air, lips all red and puffy.

"Awww, won't you look at that, so eager to please me puppy~" he coos, making you whine and thrust your cock against his, the precum already staining your pretty underwear, as you whine, desperate for friction. Levi just chuckles, his tail loosening around your waist, just to sneakily make its way into your panties, making the fabric rub against your already painfully hard cock. Swishing, his tail made way to your hole, showing how exited your beloved was. Very exited.

You gasp, hands grasping your beloveds thighs as you felt the tip of his tail inside of you, moaning at the sudden stretch, your back arching, as a signal for him to proceed, eager to feel these parts of his tail inside you which would make your panties burst at the seams. As if he had heard your thoughts, Levis tail retracts, leaving you empty and whining from the loss of touch. „Take these off for me okay baby,?“ he whispers, right next to your ear, shivers going down your spine, as you remove yourself from your lovers lap to oblige to his request.

beautiful Lingerie joins black clothing on the floor, now only the collar was left on your body, the metal plate clattering slightly, as you move to settle back down in your naked boyfriends lap again, straddling his thighs with yours and hooking your feet behind his back. „Such a pretty puppy… all mine“ Leviathan whispers, barely loud enough for you to hear, and yet it causes the butterflies in your stomach to spark.

The purple haired quickly kisses your flushed cheeks, before his mouth makes its way to claim you as his. In a matter of seconds, your neck and shoulders are plastered in bite marks and deep purple hickeys, his forked tongue apologetically gliding over your irritated skin, making you whine and buck your hips up in desperation, your cock rubbing against his. This made your boyfriend whine in response, capturing your lips in a hungry kiss, swallowing your moans as you felt his tail inside you again, stretching your insides. „Feels good…“ you whine, in an desperate attempt to fuck yourself even deeper onto your lovers tail. Leviathan did nothing but visibly enjoying the obscene picture in front of him, which only added to the sensations his tail could feel when you clenched around him, wanting him even deeper inside your womb. Levi let out a low hum as he pressed one hand on the bulge that his tail left in your womb, right over your neglected dripping cock, where you wanted him most. Desperately you whine, burying your head in the crook of his neck, as you try chasing your orgasm on his tail. „Look at you my dirty little pup, fucking yourself stupid on my demon tail… but it isn‘t enough, is it?“ he coaxes, his voice way too gentle for the dirty words that left his mouth. You let out a moan at the embarrassing words, inching yourself closer to him, your dicks touching, just for Levi to breathily moan in your ear and pull back his tail, now the scales were wet and sloppy. Whining in protest, as you now felt incredibly empty, but before I could even question the cause of his actions you were cut off by his tail lifting you onto his cock.

Levis hands now on your waist, forcing his entire length deep inside of your womb, deep enough to almost kiss your cervix. You squirm and writhe in pleasure, begging for him to move. "You're such a pretty boy, aren't you? Mhhh im gonna make sure to breed you all nice and full~ so that everyone knows you're mine and mine only~" he says, his voice almost dangerously low, etching into a growl. His hands still stayed flush on your waist, keeping you in place as he started thrusting into you at a steady and fast, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck, as if anchoring yourself onto sanity. He bounced you on his cock like a helpless little fucktoy, and yet your hole kept sucking him in greedily as he penetrated that sweet spot inside of you, making your legs shake and moans spill from your lips. "L-levi~" you breathe out, signaling how close you were to your release. That was all he needed to steady his pace, his thrusts becoming sloppier as he got close too, the end of his tail now pressing both of your cocks together, jerking them off in a pace that matches his thrusts of his second cock. You can only hear him moan out your name before his spills from your lips as well. You fill his hot thick cum fill up and paint your insides in white, the rest of the seed painting Leviathans chest.

Both of you need a while to catch your breath, slowly coming down from your high when Levis hands release you, and you fall forward into his chest, lacking the energy to hold yourself up any longer. Carefully, Levi pulls out, not wanting to hurt you, before wrapping you up in his comforting embrace. Just before you slip into dreamscape, you hear Leviathan mumble something in the crown of your hair

"I don't need birthday gifts as long as I have you, my love."

Whoaaaa, that was another long one- this originally was supposed to be just a short drabble, and it sort of escalated into...this

Hope you enjoyed :)

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Kim possible World and Sunny day Jack in “Looking For the Rainbow”

On the Night Of the Prom..Saphira Just Stormed inside of her Home in tears..as Ron Was coming inside begging For Forgiveness...and kim did the same thing...and then..Saphira turns to him and said Coldly, Saphira:”Do you have any Idea What you’ve Done!?...I can’t believe I Trusted you and given you a chance! but now it’s gone!.” Ron:”Saph..please..It was only just a fling.” Saph:”A FLING!! Are you serious!? After all my 7 years with you have gone to waste!! I’ve been Sacrificing Myself For you and My own bestfriend!, Youe never show up at the hospital, Always Stood me Out from Dates that I reservated for the past months! and never Shows up at Summer Vacation time!..and Now I know why! You’ve been messing around with my best friend and my arch bully! I’ve Done “EVERYTHING” For you, All i ever done for you is Love! and now..its nothing...Not only that, You killed my kids and attempt to Rob My Money and My families as well!” Ron: “Saph thats not true i-*SMACK* AHH! *fell on the ground*’ Saphira: “Shut up! You are nothing but traitors...after graduation...I’m moving away..and I Don’t want To see you again! No call, No Seeing you, and NO Contacts,,if i ever see you again, i’ll Sue you for damages” She said with a Firey rage...After Saphira Kicked him out...His parents and Kims was Furious about it..and Payed Compensation to saphira..time passed after graduation..Saphira moved away from the Different town..Including her good friends..who follows her...5 years has passed..Saphira was Now Live in the Luxury and became the Most Hottest Models In town...Until One Day...After Saphira Finished her modeling in Human Form...Her Producer told her that someone Left a Gift For her...Saphira sees the blue and rainbow wrapping paper..as she went home and opens it..and saw a Video Tape..that it says “Sunny day Jack Show” She felt curious...and then She put it in the VHS and press play...as it began..She sees him as her face turns pink and said,” Whoa,,,he’s pretty handsome~” She sighs in love...but then..Somethings wrong..as She hears his voice saying....

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Who would think Kalim would be such a closet pervert, I expected it from rook but not kalim

Do you recon you could do some other characters??

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(Accidentally Sitting on Their Face)

Sure can!

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Accidentally Sitting on Their Face (3) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Jade Leech 

“Alright, I found some more of those mushrooms you were looking for!”

“Thank you, Darling.”

You decided to join Jade on this hiking route he’s been talking about lately 

Whether it’s because you wanted to get to know him better or you were genuinely wanting to go on a hike you went

Granted you did have to keep ignoring Deuce and Ace’s warnings about you ‘being brought out and buried alive’ by the eel

But nonetheless, you came

And so far you were glad you did 

Seeing pure happiness in his double-colored eyes was rare 

But you were happy to see it

Jade on the other hand was practically on cloud 9 

He hadn’t intentionally meant to have his darling tag along 

He didn’t mind

After all, he could use the extra help 

With gathering herbs to make Azul’s potions

Getting specimens of land mushrooms

Scopingoutthenearbylakeforunderwatercavestokeepyouin

So he’s very grateful he gets to watch you partake in his interests

Especially watching you go so far as to start climbing trees to get a high-hanging mushroom

“(Y/n), be careful climbing so high. These trees are lined with sap so I’m certain its going to be–”

“Whoa!” 

“-slippery.”

Smiling amused at your hanging form he gets a wicked idea

A most awful wicked wonderful idea

“I-I can’t…ergh–get my foot up there!”

“Thats alright starfish, you can fall. I’ll catch you.”

“A-are you sure?”

You couldn’t see the toothy smile as he lines himself up with you

And whether you go against your instincts or your hands finally give out you land on Jade Leech’s smiling face

You apologize trying and failing to get off a couple times thanks to the strain on your legs

Completely blinding you to the wide-eyed smile you’d typically spot on Floyd

“I’m really sorry, Jade! I didn’t mean to fall like that.”

“Its perfectly fine (Y/n). In fact I might ask you to do it again.”

With no one to hide behind or call his attention away

You might end up in another situation in which the eel needs to be repaid

Ruggie Bucci

“Steady! Steady!” 

“I’m trying Ruggie I really am.”

Here in Twisted Wonderland some of the best deals were on the highest shelves

And as you and Ruggie are both struggling financially 

Its only natural you two team up for the good cause of feeding yourselves

And man has Ruggie never thought you looked better

Scoping out deals with him and calculating what you both can afford

He’s wanted nothing more than to put a ring on it

And he was going to whetheryoulikeditornot

So here you were standing on his shoulders while you were search through the high shelves

“Ruggie?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you really okay to hold me up like this?”

“Whats it? You think I’m weak?”

“Well no but–”

“Trust me (Y/n) I didn’t get into Savvannaclaw without muscle.”

“Alright..”

A if Jinxing it you began to wobble and so does he

Ending with you lovingly smothering the vicewarden

“Ruggie are you okay? Did I crush you?”

“Y-yeah you did.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“I-its fine. Uh lets-um finish shopping, yeah?”

“Right!” 

He’s reeling 

Blushing intensely as he replays the moment

Aswellaswhatcouldofbeen

“Maybe next time I should use ‘Laugh with me.’”