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[startoshii]

Mimi zato and eddie plushies

[reijisteacup]

Hey I really like your content! Could you please do a sfw headcanons list for Yuma 🥹 he is my fav

That would be awesome <3

Yuma Mukami Head canon Alphabet

SFW Head canon Alphabet

A – Affection Yuma’s affection is loud and physical. He pulls you into crushing hugs that lift you off the ground, ruffles your hair like you’re his favorite sapling, and calls you cheesy nicknames with a crooked grin. But he’s also unexpectedly gentle—cupping your face in his calloused hands, brushing his thumb over your cheek when he thinks you’re sad. His affection is a force of nature: sometimes overwhelming, always sincere.

B – Bonding Yuma bonds through work and play. He’ll invite you to help in the garden, guiding your hands with his, teaching you about crops while sneaking in kisses between rows of tomatoes. He opens up best when his hands are busy—whether he's fixing something or baking bread. If he shares stories of his past with you, it’s a sign he trusts you enough to hear the worst and still stay.

C – Cuddles Cuddling with Yuma is like getting wrapped up in the world’s warmest, safest blanket. He’s huge, and he knows it—so he uses that to make you feel protected, encasing you in his arms like a fortress. He likes lying down with you resting against his chest, one of his hands absently rubbing your back while he talks in that deep, rumbly voice of his.

D – Dates Yuma’s ideal date involves doing something together. He’ll take you to farmer’s markets, lakeside picnics, or even help you build a bookshelf for your room. He’s not the “fancy dinner” type—he wants the kind of memories you can build on, the kind that feel like life. Simple, real, and earthy.

E – Emotions Yuma feels things with his whole chest—when he’s mad, he growls; when he’s happy, he laughs loud enough to shake the windows. But when he’s hurting, he tends to bottle it up behind that tough-guy mask. If you notice and gently coax it out of him, he’ll look at you like you just handed him the moon.

F – Flirting Flirting with Yuma is chaotic and bold. He teases you constantly—about your height, your blush, your reactions—but it’s never mean. He winks, nudges, and throws in the occasional, “Damn, yer cute when yer mad.” He loves when you sass him back—it makes his heart stutter behind that smug smirk.

G – Gifts His gifts are practical but heartfelt. He’ll give you handmade things—like a wooden hairpin, or a scarf he somehow learned to knit. He might leave fresh strawberries on your desk with a note that just says, “Thought of ya.” He gives from the heart, even if he pretends it’s no big deal.

H – Honesty Yuma is blunt. He doesn’t sugarcoat things, but he’s not cruel—just real. If he says he loves you, it’s because he means it with everything he’s got. He hates lying and values people who speak their truth. With him, you’ll always know where you stand.

I – Intimacy To Yuma, intimacy isn’t just physical—it’s letting you see how soft he can be. He likes holding your face in his hands, staring at you like you’re a miracle. He’ll press his forehead to yours, close his eyes, and just breathe with you. These quiet, wordless moments are where he’s at his most vulnerable.

J – Jealousy Yuma’s jealousy burns hot but fast. He’s not subtle about it—if someone’s getting too close, he’ll wrap an arm around you and shoot them a glare that says “back off.” He doesn’t doubt you—but he doesn’t trust others, especially vampires. Afterward, he’ll apologize for being possessive and mumble, “Yer mine, dammit… not lettin’ anyone take ya.”

K – Kisses Yuma kisses with passion and heat. Sometimes they’re playful—quick pecks while you're talking, stealing a kiss when you're cooking. Other times, they’re slow and grounding—like he’s trying to remind himself you’re real. His favorite is kissing your forehead while lifting you off the ground.

L – Love Language Acts of service. He shows love by doing things for you—fixing your stuff, cooking your favorite food, carrying your bags even when you insist he doesn’t need to. He may not say “I love you” constantly, but he shows it in every action.

M – Mornings He’s surprisingly chipper in the mornings, thanks to farm life. He’ll wake you up with breakfast or sneak in and cuddle you until you groan and give in. Expect him to tickle you awake, kiss your neck, or whisper, “Rise n’ shine, sugar,” with a laugh.

N – Nicknames Yuma’s the king of nicknames. “Sugar,” “Sweetpea,” “Shorty,” “Pumpkin”—he throws them out casually but affectionately. If he ever uses your real name during a tender moment, it hits different—like a soft thunderclap in your heart.

O – Obsessions He’s obsessed with how small your hands are in his. He’ll grab your hand constantly just to compare. He’s also obsessed with your expressions—he’ll stare when you laugh, cry, or even pout, like you’re the only thing worth looking at in the world.

P – Protectiveness Extremely protective. He’ll go full rage if anyone threatens you—vampire or not. He has a “no one messes with what’s mine” mentality, but he doesn’t treat you like you’re weak. He respects your strength—he just wants to be your shield anyway.

Q – Quirks He talks to his plants like they’re people and names each one. He also has a habit of carrying you over puddles “just in case” and acts like it’s no big deal, even though he’s clearly flustered when you thank him.

R – Romantic Gestures Yuma’s not a “roses and poetry” guy, but he’ll do romantic things like bring you lunch while you’re busy, build you a bench in his garden, or carve your initials into a tree trunk. He expresses romance in things that last—just like his feelings.

S – Soft Moments At night, after all the teasing and noise, Yuma gets incredibly soft. He’ll tuck you into bed, brush your hair back, and say things like, “Glad yer here, ya know?” in a low voice. Those are the moments where he stops being a loudmouth and becomes the boy who just wants to be loved.

T – Touch He’s very tactile—hand on your lower back, arm over your shoulders, playing with your fingers when you’re sitting together. He thrives on touch and shows his love through it constantly.

U – Understanding Yuma may act brash, but he’s incredibly empathetic. If you’re upset, he won’t force you to talk. He’ll sit beside you, let you lean on him, and say, “I’m here when ya need me.” He’s dealt with enough pain to recognize it in others.

V – Voice Yuma’s voice is deep, earthy, and comforting, like thunder in the distance. He gets gruff when he’s flustered but speaks softer when it’s just the two of you. Hearing him say “I love ya” in that low drawl? Absolutely melts you.

W – Worries He worries he’s “too much”—too loud, too rough, too scarred. That you’ll wake up one day and realize you deserve someone gentler. Reassure him, and he’ll hold onto your words like they’re sunlight in a dark place.

X – (E)Xes He won’t ask unless it comes up, but if you talk about your ex, he listens—quietly, without judgment. He doesn’t like the idea of anyone hurting you. As for his past? It’s riddled with loss. If he opens up about it, it’s because he trusts you with the ugliest parts of him.

Y – Yearning Yuma misses you out loud. He sends chaotic texts like “when ya comin’ back, shorty?” and waits by the door just to pull you into a bear hug when you walk in. He doesn’t know how to hide how much he wants you close.

Z – Zzz (Sleep Habits) He sprawls like a giant dog, limbs everywhere—but always makes space for you. You’ll often find yourself tucked under his arm, head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. And when he snores? You’ll have to poke him ‘til he rolls over, grumbling, “Aight, aight… c’mere, sugar.”

[the-s1lly-corner]

Not too sure if you’ve done this but can you do TADC x Ghost!reader? Like they’re kinda just wearing a white sheet with black holes that resemble eyes, but there’s like nothing under the sheet so when it’s pulled off it looks like no one’s there

TADC cast x ghostsheet!reader !

Wasnt sure if I shouldve said ghostsheet or ghost... ghost implies like, traditional ghost but ghostsheet ties in the... sheet..

Still a lil sick and imma be blunt (not to you but in general.. actually I had ideas for nearly everyone for this idea!) I do be struggling with coming up with ideas for some characters for some requests <\3 I feel so bad when a characters part is dry or short 😭😭 I promise I'm invested in yalls ideas but some prompt/charafter combos do not give me many ideas <\3

CAINE:

Assuming this is romantic imagine he tries to lift up your sheet.. probably says something about "wanting a lil sneak peek of his darling" or maybe even making a joke that the sheet is a veil.. only to pause when theres visibly nothing there. His jaws probably hang open before he composes himself and tries to play off his shock with quick witted flirting. Of course this is all stemming off the idea that you forget to tell him/he has yet to see your sheet fall off so..!

POMNI:

Depending on how long your sheet is (mentally I'm seeing it at the ankle... oddly enough I can see the reader wearing these sneakers) she probably finds out you're... invisible... after accidentally stepping on the back of your sheet and pulling it off. Stops mid apology before just absolutely freaking out. Probably let's out a choked out scream thinking she just krilled you before you slap a hand over her mouth, so no one rushes in to see the commotion.. it's a little embarrassing for both sides...! You're basically nude..!!!/j

Or actually who knows, maybe the reader views it like that... I dont know the readers personality

RAGATHA:

Ooo okay so I think she would give you cute little pins and patches for you, so you can personalize your sheet more! Also ties in the hc that ragatha makes handmade stuff for her friends/partners!

A little thrown off guard when you go sheetless around her for the first time, but she quickly shrugs it off. Pro not the weirdest thing shes seen in the circus!

Offers to make you entirely new sheets, with patches and patterns and all that now that she knows it detachable

JAX:

Does the same thing as pomni except he would do it on purpose. Or maybe he yoinks your sheet and tries to make a run for it.... before stopping dead in his tracks when he turns around and you're seemingly not there. Of course assuming this is his first time snatching your sheet

Kind of just

Stands there

A little confused, really

Also assuming reader doesnt have shoes and just has their dogs out/j

Lets out a short Yelp when the sheet is suddenly torn out of his hand

I know you may be thinking that he would try to recruite you for his pranks but I wholeheartedly believe he would be terrified of you. Like all you have to do is take the sheet off and you can be hiding anywhere. For all he knows YOURE planning to do something to him, prank wise

Also likes having his pranks me a surprise

KINGER:

He sees your sheet abandoned on the ground and he thinks you melted, or perhaps you can "collapse" like gangle... huh, weird... goes to pick your sheet up, asking if you're alright. Before jumping st least 2 feet in the air when your voice answers his question... from behind him...

Oh reader please please dont do that ever again, his poor digital heart cant handle scares like that.. paranoia or not, I think kinger always hated jumpscares. Long before he entered the circus

Please apologize to him

ZOOBLE:

Now ZOOBLE would ask you to cause some mischief when they find out you're invisible under the sheet. Except, only target it to one person... jax. I mean think about it, zooble already doesnt seem to like him... and they're probably annoyed about the whole "stealing your arm to scratch my own back thing"... I mean I doubt it's the first time jax has messed with zooble, considering he did it so casually and how he treats the others... so if you're... down with a little haunting..

Similar to ragatha, I dont think theyd be all that phased. If anything they would think it's cool! I already hc that before getting stuck in the circus, zooble was into cryptids and the supernatural as well as general "disturbing" topics, so ghosts are right up their alley...... even if you're not really a ghost

GANGLE:

Thinks the sheet is cute! I was gonna say she finds out after accidentally tripping over your sheet and pulling it off, but... I actually.. dont know if gangle has heavy enough feet to do that

I mean she's ribbon

I think it would be revealed when you casually ask if you can.. "get comfortable" while in her room while you guys are drawing

Obviously, she says yes, because who wouldnt want someone to be comfortable... before literally dropping her comedy mask in shock when you literally. Take the sheet off

Of course this is assuming you dont view it as being nude, as opposed to pomnis segment but

Yeah

Tries not to make a big deal of it, last thing she wants is for you to feel bad... definitely takes her s minute to compose herself...

[toulousewayne]

Batfamily Shenanigans:Head-canons Pt: 1

Bruce eat Peanut Butter from the jar and it drives Alfred mad. Has a kid it was the only thing that calmed Bruce down after his parents,but as an adult he still does it.

Bruce cannot cook in the kitchen, but he can grill just about anything and does it with minimal effort.

Dick, Bruce,Alfred,Steph and Duke are right handed. While, Babs, Jason, Damian, and Kate are left handed. Tim is ambidextrous. Damian hates it.

Damian is vegetarian, Dick and Babs will try different restaurants with him and some of Dick’s new favorite takeout is a vegan and vegetarian Asian restaurant in Uptown.

Alfred prefers Earl Grey over any other tea.

Tim got his GED,at first the he didn’t want to tell anyone but Damian found his mail and told him he was proud. But threatened him if he breathed a word to the others.

Duke sometimes get overwhelmed during the day patrol and other bats sometimes will randomly come by to check on him.

Bruce to his credit was still getting hang of being a father with Jason and Dick. Tim was more of a partner at first, but later on he became his son. He really got improve and do better with Damian. He’s still trying but at least that counts.

Jason does have the white tuff, however after speaking with Talia and Damian he learns it’s not a result of the pit. And it’s actually Vitiligo.

Stephanie is actually allergic to eggs, put loves them so much that everyone just carries Benadryl. Cass keeps her EpiPen.

Duke is the best swimmer out of his siblings.

Kate does not like desserts, she doesn’t have a big sweet tooth. Bruce however is a Cookie Monster.

Babs has had LASIK however she still wears her glasses to not strain them while looking at monitors all the time.

Alfred the Cat, loves Tim’s room more because of his window. It gets the best sunrises and sunsets, he enjoys the warmth from it.

Ace prefers to set at Bruce’s feet in the cave. Bruce enjoys his company.

Cass and Dick have dance classes together in the ballroom. Dick is surprisingly good at Ballet.

Jason will eat his siblings leftovers. Tim will get him half his PB&J and Jason will devour it in seconds.

Talia used to make food with her mother has a little girl and did the same with Damian. He tries to teach Bruce some of his favorite food. Poor Bruce isn’t very good at it but the enjoy the bonding.

Cass can identify which of her brothers is the closest by their scents. Dick has a vanilla and cedarwood smell,Jason smells like Grapefruit and Amber, Tim smells like French lavender, Duke has a grapefruit and Patchouli scent, and Damian smells like cinnamon.

Barbara likes when Cass and Damian make her handmade jewelry over being bought stuff. She wears a gold locket Cass gifted her everyday. And has a ring and charm bracelet that Damian gave her for birthday. She never takes these off.

Tim is allergic to shellfish.

Bruce cannot stand strawberry jam, he prefers grape much to Alfred’s horror.

Stephanie will stack plates, silverware and cups like a server. It’s habit she got from her Mom and hates leaving a mess for Alfred or any other server to clean.

Jason has smoked from time to time. But will snap if he sees his little brothers do it. Jason will Mother Hen them to death.

Alfred is the best marksmen with long ranges guns, Jason is the best at versatile shooting and Barbara is the best firearm shot.

Cass,Steph are the same height, both are an inch taller than Tim, Duke is to inches taller then them.

Tim and Damian are the artist of the family. Damian prefers classic art, like oil paintings, pottery, and marble sculptures. Tim prefers modern art, photography, stone sculptures. Diana takes them to her art gallery on the weekends.

Bruce is the slowest to text back, Jason and Damian ignore texts if they’re not emergencies,Tim emails the fastest, the only good testers are Steph, Duke, and Barbara. Dick will ignore your text and FaceTime you to ask you to repeat the question instead and Cass prefers a phone call.

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Me agin with another taste of brain rot for good reader and evil reader form sagau post imposter au

So good reader when he dosn't have to fight his evil self they prefere to live in areas with zero populations or very low like dragon spine or some other placed with extreme dificulty to survive for most of the mortals to the pepole who helped them in the imposter fiasco good reader is kind talks a lot to them even spends some time with them but to those who helped impostor in hunting them they have neutral expreion doesn't talks much and when good reader is in bad mood they orders those acolytes to leave them alone with look that could kill they forgive acolytes who helped impostor in hunting them but any love good reader had for them is no exsiting

As for evil reader they take as thier base operation they wodul chose to rebuild kings desherts templs or just use the place where was kearnieha to build the castle Worth of demon king, evil reader/ demon king reader calls themself sometimes the father/mother of demon kind, evil reader has a yandere type of obsesion for the acolytes that tried to save them when they and good reader were one person as for the acolytes who were neutral or hunted them down for the impostor.....they HATE THEM! Evil reader hates them with all of thier begin they finds very much satisfaction in making the acolytes who hunted them feel worthless by beating them or telling them evry little things that wodul break thier will and evil reader loves thier exsistenc as demon king becose of this

As for why some archons or fatui harbringers or even abyss order dosnt try to kill the evil reader? The answer is simple if evil reader dies the good reader dies too and vice versa

I hope that brainrot isn't to much angst for you taste

@zardas75, I nominate you to be my motivation runner. Please I beg you—give me this motivation and brainrot of yours 🙏 (/j)

Some Headcanons of Good!Reader & Evil!Reader - What They Would Do With Their Favorites & What They Would do with The Others.

(Warning! This Includes: Implications/Background Themes of Yandere Behavior. Read at Your Own Risk!)

Good!Reader

They're the ones who would spoil their favorites with anything—food, handmade crafts, hand-picked flowers—ANYTHING. Also the kind who would literally help their favorites with anything. Need help getting stuff? Good!Reader's on it! Need help farming? Good!Reader has time!~

They're pretty stoic and very much like a blank slate when it comes to those Good!Reader has a rocky relationship. They're the kind of person that "Can Forgive, Can't Forget" if ykwim.

Will try to avoid the others as much as possible—unless it is very necessary.

You can clearly see the difference between the favorites and the others: the favorites would return home with hands filled with presents they can barely carry, while the others can barely even see Good!Reader on a daily basis.

There are no such things as rivalries, but between the favorites and the others, there are some very small unfairness playing in simple things: higher prices on objects, slightly less portions of food, pretending they didn't hear the favorite, etc. Very small—not enough to be too disturbing, but it's still there.

Evil!Reader

Boy, if you thought Good!Reader was somehow a handful, think again. Evil!Reader's will go by any means they deem necessary to have their favorites treated well. No one gets a say in what happens—Evil!Reader's already forming a plan that will already be executed before anyone can get a say in it.

Someone's bullying the favorite? Suddenly they're never seen ever again. Someone pricing the stuff too high bc they're a favorite? Say hello to misfortune.

But, oho...the cruelties against the enemies of the favorites are nothing to the enemies of the Demonic Ruler themselves. There is NO MERCY, or FORGIVENESS for them. Evil!Reader hates them to their very core. There's nothing you can do about it—it just runs super deep. The roots are stuck to the barren dirt and there's no point in uprooting them.

ANYONE can see the huge difference between the Favorites and the Others: Evil!Reader's got pictures of the favorites, bloody knives for the others, rooms dedicated to their favorites, bloody prison cells for the others...And that's only just stating two of the least (probably) worrisome stuff Evil!Reader does.

The only reason they're even alive, like Zardas75 said, is because if Evil!Reader dies, so does Good!Reader.

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[luciluck2046-md]

Murder Drones: Glowing Future AU-Head Canons

Uzi Doorman (aka Nori's Daughter)

-Is a switch. She doesn't give a fuck who's the top in her relationship. She just wants to be a good lover 👍🏻

-Bisexual. A bigger inclination towards girls. She actually had a big crush on Doll (yeah... Generational trauma, Yeva didn't love Nori and Doll didn't love Uzi 🫡). Sadly, Doll already had a crush on Lizzy (and Lizzy on Doll. Yeah they didn't know that they like eachother)

-Used to download pirated art tutorials to make her automatically better at art. It worked. But she got virused. Several times.

-Actually downloaded a bunch of viruses on purpose so she can miss school. The Doll event isn't the first time she got virused

-Very Emotional (since drones with solver code either are very emotional, either emotionless)

-Has mixed ADHD. Probably. She doesn't want to get diagnosed

-Absolutely unable to name something/someone a proper name.

-Has a lot in common with her mother.

-Sucks at socializing, is an introvert. For some reason everyone hates her.

-Can be quite good at babysitting. And this gets useful a little further in the future.

-As an adult (Much further future) she is a researcher, and in the free time a pet trainer. Until she actually quits her job because of some uhh... Problems with her emotional health..? I WILL NOT SPOIL ANYTHING ALR???

-Knows how to play the guitar. Also used to OWN an electric guitar until she uhh... Broke it at an event at her school..? She the silly.

-Is an alt scene kid. She absolutely loves crows and bats, but especially crows. Sadly, there's no more life on any close planet, so no live animals.

-BUT she created several pets with the help of Tessa(the drone Tessa is winning the poll XD):

•Dogs

•Cats

•Crows

•Rabbits

•Ducks

•Cows (SHE LIKES BABY COWS. IT'S FUCKING CANON)

•Pigeons

•And a bunch more

-At first she hated Tessa, but they became besties. They do have a LOT in common. And also Tessa helped her with a bunch of her research.

-Has a bunch of plushies, some even handmade:

•crow plushie (ACTUALLY A CARAW PLUSHIE. MY FOLKS KNOW WHO CARAW IS. MY DEAR SILLY FROM LUCI'S UNDERWITCH)

•Cow plushie

•Blåhaj

•Schrodinger's Cat plushie(weird)

•Serial Dog N plushie (idk how the plushie is named irl)

-Loves her parents very much. And I mean it. Despite her daddy issues, she loves her dad too

-Is the one that got J and V toghether

REF SHEET TIME!!!

[darrens-toyhouse]

The Haunting of Ethan Cho: Oh, Love...

Trigger Warning for mentions of self-harm, mentions of sexual themes and mild-swearing!

Ash Artanya and Russell Firkins belong to @jafanadis

Estevan Aguliar and Rolando Correa belong to @mrboogerlip

Another au fanfic??? And this one is soooo long not surprised it took me days to just finish it!!

~~~

Sitting right in front of the young man was a vanilla cake with orange frosting and little black bat sprinkles overtop it as well as the words, “Happy Birthday Milo! We Love You!” written in black frosting. While he wasn't used to celebrating his own birthday, in fact he hated when his birthday rolled around as it was a constant reminder of his birth, he could never give up on cake, especially vanilla pudding cake!

Watching everyone in the room cheer him on, Milo's lips started to quiver a little as if he was about to start crying. He wasn't used to this much encouragement.

“Go on, little dude, make a wish!”

Hollered Rolando, who smiled wide with excitement, taking a picture of his “little dude”!

The bright flash became brighter and brighter with each snap as Rolando continued to take more and more pictures with his phone, leaving Milo in the same static, empty pose. He never smiled for pictures, and especially group photos, unless they were taken by his love. Oh, how Milo wished he had Rolando's ability to wear a smile on his face and not hide his past under a façade.

“We know you can do it!”

Russell chuckled softly before adjusting his noise-canceling headphones to block out the sound of the others. Right now, he needed to focus on Milo and not get distracted by other things. 

He would clap and cheer his friend on whenever Milo glanced his way and would even hold up a little sign that read, “You can do it, buddy!” It left a pit in Milo's stomach to see someone cheer him on so proudly that he thought he was going to throw up. He knew what Russell was saying was genuine but he still had to tell himself, it was nothing more than a just dream.

“J-just try to be c-c-careful, okay!”

Ash stammered with worry as he fiddled with his hands. Being an elf from another planet, he wasn't used to seeing such a small flame light up in front of someone's face and was terrified by the idea of Milo getting hurt by it! Even holding a little handmade FristAid kit, containing bandages, casting tape, medicine and herbs for both humans and Otacaians. 

All of that just in case it was time to cut the cake and Milo knew this. Ash had seen Milo's injuries before and assumed Milo was just very very clumsy, maybe even more so than Ethan, so being the kind and caring friend he was, he would ask to patch Milo up! Yet Milo always refused. Why would Ash want to patch up his disgusting wounds? He had hurt him in the past so, shouldn't he hate him? It didn't make sense to Milo.

“You got this! We believe in you!”

Estevan laughed, before giving Milo a thumbs up to assure him that he could do it! No matter how hard he tried! He must never ever give up! If you don't succeed the first time, don't quit! Try and try again! That's what Estevan always taught him.

Whenever Milo wanted to give up, Estevan was always there to pick him up off the ground and wipe away his tears with a handkerchief or cloth, before walking him through his mistakes, through his own pace, and reassuring him that it was just a mistake and that they happen! Milo saw it differently however. Estevan could never make mistakes! He wasn't like Milo who was a mistake in every way! Estevan was the definition of justice and pride! 

Milo was just a failure.

Yet under all this cheering and celebratory laughter, none of them could never compare to how Milo felt about a certain someone. His eyes scooped the room, he counted in his head backwards before finally landing on his number one. Turning his head around, he felt a hand wrap itself around his waist.

“I’m proud of you.”

Ethan Cho.

His love, his light, his muse, his everything! He couldn't dare see himself leaving Ethan's side. He was everything Milo strived to truly be! 

A person who could just be themselves, a person who could just move on even if it took baby-steps, a person who could forget but not forgive the people who hurt him! Here he was, caressing and comforting his boyfriend, cheering him on and telling him how proud he was of him, something no one had ever told Milo before! To be proud of someone for just being here meant everything to Milo! He didn't even do anything to make Ethan “proud of him” such as doing the laundry or helping him clean, he was just here.

That's what made Milo upset…

Earlier he had felt as if he was about to cry and throw up yet he held his emotions back and swallowed the rest of his lunch. He turned to the lit pink candle and took a deep breath before finally letting the only light left go out and turn the room pit black as the cheers and words of encouragement got louder and louder and while everyone else was celebrating a happy night, Milo just stood there, empty. His eyes, droopy and mouth, a frown. 

The bags under his eyes had become noticeable now and he felt his heart start to sink yet for some inexplicable reason he just couldn't shed a single tear.

Letting out a sigh, Milo looked up at his friends before turning to face Ethan and for a brief moment, he felt alone. He turned back to the cake and looked down at it in shame.

“We love you?”

He repeated in a confused manner before looking down at his own two hands. The memories flooded back in his mind as he started to slowly daze into his own little fantasy land where this party never happened.

“I wish I knew why…”

After his friends had left with their plates of food carefully wrapped in tinfoil, wishing him a happy birthday before they walked out the door, Milo stood by. Here he was still sitting at the table with his little birthday crown neatly placed on his head. His eyes, drained of all their color, whilst he stared at the open box of cake, emotionless, completely ignoring his boyfriend who stood across from him, carefully cutting out a big slice just for his bunny-boo!

“Do you want some more cake, Milo? There's a whole lot more left!”

Ethan winked, shaking his behind! Sure, there was barely anything back there, matter of fact he was quite flat as a board in the back yet Ethan felt that enticing Milo a bit would cheer him right up after all he could see it on his face. Milo looked unhappy, more so he looked depressed.

Hearing his name, Milo snapped out of his trance and perked up at Ethan with a smile on his face, “Oh. Yes, I do!”

Yet Ethan could tell that smile was fake. Something was wrong but for some inexplicable reason Milo didn't want to tell him and that made Ethan feel some sort of way. Was he not trying hard enough to make Milo happy?

“Am I,” Ethan paused, shifting his eyes to avoid any eye contact with Milo as the pit in his stomach made him croak up like a frog, “a horrible boyfriend?”

Milo raised an eyebrow. A light confused chuckle escaped his lips. 

He shook his head in disagreement, “No, not at all! Why would you even say that?”

“Because you look so miserable, Milo! I can see it all over your face!”

“Miserable?”

Ethan put the knife down on a lonely napkin and let out an upset huff, cheeks now red. His lips quivered as his mouth frowned and eyes watered.

“Maybe having this party was a bad idea.”

Hearing that made Milo scoot back and stand up in his chair. He took off the golden crown that was supposed to make him feel special but instead he felt that he was nothing more but a burden to Ethan. 

He glanced down at the cake and then up at his boyfriend, wanting so desperately to walk over there and just pull him into a tight hug and start whispering sweet nothings and words of comfort and care, but due to feeling so bad for making Ethan feel he wasn't doing enough and that he was bad boyfriend because of that, Milo couldn't.

“I-I just wanted to do something special for my bunny-boo. What did I do wrong?”

A hushed whimper escaped Ethans lips. He pondered and pondered, trying his hardest to figure out what he did wrong.

Maybe he really was a neglectful boyfriend? Ethan panicked in his seat only to be met with Milo rolling his eyes and angrily tossing the crown that he had made for him down on the table before finally walking off into their bedroom only to stop in his tracks once he had heard his chair scoot across the hard wooden floor, leaving markings behind as Ethan ran over to him putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait!”

Ethan began, his voice quaking up with tears that began to stream down his worried face, “Milo, please I just want to talk. I'm worried about you, babe! I really am worr-”

Letting out an annoyed yet also frankly irritated sigh, Milo cut his boyfriend off and spoke up in a harsh tone, “Ethan, you are so annoying.”

“M-Milo, I know that! But please, I just want to talk! Either I did something really stupid or something else is bothering you, but please…”

Ethan paused, staring Milo down with pleading eyes, begging to know what he had done or what was on Milo's mind at that moment and time. He knew he'd be willing to listen to whatever Milo would or could vent out but he also knew Milo had to invite him in. He couldn't just pressure or coerce Milo into talking as that could cause Milo to shut himself out even further so instead he backed off a bit giving Milo one last chance to sit down and talk about his emotions.

“Talk to me.”

When Ethan's emotions had settled, Milo smiled softly and booped Ethan's nose, much to Ethan's puzzlement. He didn't know why Milo had booped his nose but needles to say, he was uncomfortable.

Letting out a tiny giggle, followed by a yawn, Milo rubbed the dark circles around his eyes and replied in a soft voice, “Babe, I'm fine, alright. I'm just sleepy, that's all.”

“Sleepy?”

“Mm-hm!” 

Another yawn escaped Milo's mouth as he stretched his arms, “Goodnight, my love.”

Before he walked into the bedroom, plopped himself right on the bed and began to curl himself under the covers like a sleepy little cat.

“Are you not at least going to change into something a bit more comfortable? I mean that dress is pretty big and poofy, bunny-boo.”

Milo shrugged at Ethan's concerns and switched over to a more comfortable side of the bed, hiding himself under the covers as he did so.

“No, I'm fine.”

Hearing those words made Ethan unsure. He knew Milo was not fine and his gut was telling him to just climb under those covers and give him all the love he needed, but he didn't want to pry like earlier in fear Milo would shut down.

With a troubled expression on his face, Ethan glanced up at Milo and with a soft voice, he asked, “Are you sure you're okay?”

Milo hesitated to respond. Lifting his head from out of the covers, he would fiddle with his fluffy pink hair and breathe heavily but would try to control his nerves as best as he could to not let his emotional vulnerability get the better of him, a first for sure as Milo was a huge crybaby.

With a small smile, Milo blinked a bit, the tears were already approaching. 

Holding himself together by wiping his tears as quickly as he could so Ethan couldn't see or even get a glimpse of him crying out, Milo let out a hushed, voice-cracking, “Yes.”

Not knowing what to say, Ethan backed himself by the door and swiftly headed out, closing it behind him so he could give Milo some privacy. He knew his love definitely needed it after being bombarded with gifts, games and laughter.

Cleaning up the tablecloth of all the confetti, Ethan looked down at a pink sparkly piece of confetti wrapped around his finger and immediately blew it away, watching it land on the floor along with the other pieces. If only they were two pieces of colorful confetti then maybe they wouldn't have to worry so much. Dusting off every last bit of confetti, a sneeze escaped Ethan's lips followed by dust from the dust pan and the bottom of the broom to sweep itself into the air causing his eyes to water a bit. Hastily getting rid of the all mess he turned to the now closed cake box and lifted it off the table, carefully storing it away with Milo's cake slice that was neatly wrapped together in tinfoil and sat still on an orange and black paper plate. It even had a little yellow sticky note reading in blue ink, “Just For Bunny~Boo! DO NOT TOUCH!” 

Pinpointing and re-checking all the mess that was now gone, Ethan then made his way back to the table and slouched down in his chair. While he didn't feel like taking off the table cloth of the “HAPPY BIRTHDAY” banner, he knew he'd have to do it after all it would be sorta off to just have that banner there with the balloons still wrapped around it. 

Stretching his biceps by flexing to no one in the room, Ethan's eyes then shifted away from his muscles and to the frosted coated knife that sat still on its lonely napkin. He picked it up, examined it for a bit before sighing, begging to wave it around as if it were a toy while he started to double check the room to make sure NO ONE, not even Milo, was listening.

“You say you're fine,” Ethan began, hesitating on his words as he tossed the knife in the air over and over again, stumbly catching it each time it landed on the table, “But you're not. And I know you're not! You just look so miserable. But maybe, I can help you!”

Staring up at the knife in his hands, Ethan bit his lip, pondering what to do for his love tomorrow.

He scooted his chair, stood up and stretched once again, knife still in his hand. He paced around the room flipping the knife again in his hand this time even more wildly and with even more stumbles, while he thought to himself. He knew a movie wouldn't work since all that had been playing this October were campy horror flicks and since Milo was a huge scaredy-cat when it came to horror movies, he knew it was best to just keep Milo at home and not fear him waking up in a cold sweat, whining Ethan's name due to nightmares over a cheesy horror flick like last time.

But he also knew a sleepover, something that Milo used to love to do whenever their friends would come over, wouldn't work either.

The last sleepover they had was just 5 or 4 days ago, and it was in celebrating the countdown to Milo's birthday yet even during the, Milo seemer cold, distant and had been dissociating and daydreaming to the point where he would whisper and act out unknowingly. It was like Milo had become lost. So lost in this fantasy where he couldn't even tell which was real anymore. The outside word, his friend group, his love life, they all had started to become figments in his head. And when he became lost, he would isolate himself. He didn't even want to sleep in the same room as the others, locking himself in the bathroom to avoid his friends and boyfriend so he could live his life in a lonely void.

No wonder Milo looked so miserable, as Ethan had pointed out earlier.

“You probably think you're a burden to them? Or better yet, a burden to me? Don't you, Milo?”

Twiddling with the knife, Ethan sighed, before getting up and tossing it into the sink, letting it soak with the rest of tonight's dishes.

“You're not! You're the sweetest guy! I know, you're so warm, gentle, and maybe you are one hell of a crybaby. But…”

Sitting on the kitchen counter, Ethan looked through the pocket of his jacket and pulled out his phone, scrolling down into the group chat to endless messages of worry and questions, even they were a bit cornered about Milo, asking if he was okay, or if that they didn't try hard enough to make him happy, a bunch of words typed together that meant so much Ethan but so little Milo, something Ethan just didn't get.

“But you're not a burden.”

~~~

By the time morning had rolled around, Ethan tossed himself off the kitchen counter, landing on the floor and awaking the sound of…

Nothing…

There was just silence.

he apartment had been lit up with light from the warm shimmering sun and yet, he heard nothing. His ears didn't ring or buzz or even flutter up because there was no noise for him to hear, no alarms, no gunshots, not even Milo's sweet voice.

Huh? That's odd. Why didn't Milo wake him up today? They would take turns waking each other up in the morning and today was Milo's turn so why hadn't he tapped Ethan's shoulder or whispered his name or given him an abhorrent amount of kisses that covered the man in lipstick of all shades? Better yet, why didn't he wake Ethan up sooner. He had been sleeping on the kitchen counter, cramped in the fetal position between a box of unopened cereal, recipe books, jars of spices, a paper towel rack on his left and a literal stove on his right!

Feeling his back cramp up from not only carrying too much weight in the front that Ethan liked to jiggle around from time to time but also the fact he had been sleeping on the hard crowded counter this entire time!

“Jeez! My back! I mean I know my bitch-tits are pretty big but come on!”

Ethan complained as he heard his back crack a bit before straightening himself up. Of course his posture was already bad but it was probably way worse now.

Slowly walking his way over to the bedroom, Ethan creaked open the door to see Milo was awake? So why didn't he wake Ethan up if he had been up for god knows how long? It didn't make any sense to Ethan.

Stepping his way inside the bedroom, Ethan tossed his jacket aside and sat across from Milo, who was now free from the covers and wearing nothing but a pair of pink laced underwear.

Peeking up, Milo scooted over to Ethan wrapped his hands around his chest, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before resting his head on his shoulder.

“Good morning, bear-bear!”

“Good morning, bunny-boo…”

Ethan snuggled himself against Milo's body wrapping a hand around his lover and slipping it down Milo's behind.

“I see you took off that dress, huh?”

Milo nodded, squeezing Ethan's chest in excitement,  “I was sweating bullets in that dress, so I took it off. My body was so hot!”

Ethan chuckled lightly, now slipping his hand inside Milo's underwear as revenge for him groping and clinging onto his chest. He knew Milo was… handsy so to speak, so as the top or dominant one in their relationship, he had to put his love back in his place.

“I bet I can make your body even hotter, bunny-boo.”

At first Milo was confused. Was that another one of Ethan's shitty pick-up lines of affection? Or a joke? It took him a minute until he realized what Ethan truly meant, his face turned a deep cherry red while his body started to get really really hot and bothered before he felt something poke the inside of his behind causing him to grasp and squeeze Ethan's chest even harder!

Letting out a hot, steamy whimper, Ethan looked down at his love, his cheeks and ears turning a flushed pink.

“You like that, bunny-boo?”

Milo nodded in response before running his hands down Ethan's shirt, groping and squeezing at his boyfriend's chest, hearing him softly moan in delight and pleasure. He loved it when Ethan moaned!

With a seductive yet excitedly ecstatic look, Ethan bit his lip. He watched Milo now let go of his chest and go right down for the zipper of his pants, teasing him a bit by stalling with the zipper.

Sliding his hand away from Milo's behind before whispering in his ear, Ethan let out another soft moan. Tugging and pulling the top of Milo's hair, clutching it in his hands.

 “Your final birthday present! I know you want it, right?”

With Milo's hair tangled in his hand, Ethan pressed his boyfriend's face against his “present” and with ecstasy, started to pant under his breath. He loved watching Milo become extremely submissive and breedable in bed, it made him feel powerful and so full of euphoria and lust, that it changed him! It made him act like a lustful animal! He would press Milo even harder, against his surprise allowing a panting moan to escape Milo's lips as his cheeks turned redder and redder, feeling the “present” rub against his face, as Ethan taunted him! He knew Milo wanted it! He knew his bunny-boo wanted that special 12 inch gift!

“Come on, open it! Open it or you'll be punished!”

Once Ethan let go of Milo's hair he then bit his lip again before smacking Milo's behind. One smack followed another and another and another! Everytime, Milo stalled, Ethan got rougher, slapping his behind, as Milo moaned and moaned, begging for more, until he left a very red and noticeable hand marking.

“Ow! Ah! Oh, daddy, you're being so rough and hard with me!”

“And? Do you want Daddy to punish you even more?”

Without hesitation, Milo nodded with glee as Ethan's hand met his behind this time even harder than the last. While Milo liked it rough, Ethan liked it rougher! He had had his hole and mouth filled up before so he was used to this type of…affectionate behavior, especially when it came from Milo. Even though Ethan was a dominant top, sometimes a top needed to be dominated and bred a bit.

Finally zipping down Ethan's pants, and getting a peek at his surprise, Milo licked his lips and panted. He could feel his heart race as his body became so hot and bothered, he felt as if he was going to pass out with anticipation and pleasure! His gift was right there but wrapped under another layer of green cloth, cloth that Milo ever so eagerly pulled back and-

DING DONG!

In unison, they sat up and looked out the doorway, neither of them wanting to go to the door right now. They were both hot messes and needed at least a little bit of time to cool down.

“T-the doorbell? R-right n-n-now?”

“We were just getting started too! Dammit!”

Milo scooted away from Ethan, allowing his bear-bear to get up and zip his pants back up, before asking for a pillow to hide Milo's…present.

“Y-you sure you want to, bear-bear? It's probably just one of our neighbors, y-y-you know our walls are very…”

“Thin? I know,” Letting out an annoyed groan, Ethan turned to Milo and chuckled, “Guess we made too much noise, love! Stay here, okay.”

Ethan walked out of the bedroom, adjusting the pillow as he approached the front door and twisted the handle, peeking out before looking up and gulping at who he saw at the door.

It was Rolando Correa! With his spiky brown hair and very cute face, he smiled and waved while he carried a red and black duffle bag by his side. He was wearing a pair of black and orange shorts that he stole from his boyfriend, Estevan. Sadly those shorts barely even matched his red and white t-shirt.

And standing behind him, peeking out from within the shadows, diligently waiting for Ethan to notice him was Ash Artanya! With his reddish orange skin and shiny green hair that was just out of this world, he perked up and chuckled, nervously fiddling with his dark blue and black t-shirt that matched his blue and black shorts.

Surprisingly the only thing that matched the two was their shoes. White and black, the perfect shoes for the gym!

“Yo! Hey, Ethan!”

Rolando laughed as he pulled Ethan into a hug, causing the pillow to shift a bit while Ethan hastily adjusted it.

Stumbling on his words Ethan let out a nervous, “H-hey, R-R-Rolando…”

“You alright, little man? You look…” Rolando paused and examined Ethan's body up and down, noticing the sweat that ran down his flustered face, “You look very exhausted. Are you okay?”

Before Ethan could answer, Ash gasped and walked over to him, kneeling down to his level, putting hand on his forehead and checking for any red spots or swirls.

“And you're very w-w-warm too! Oh no, you must be s-sick!”

Softly slapping Ash's hand away, Ethan shook his head and spoke up in a nervous tone, “I-I'm not sick, Ash! I'm just…tired!”

“Tired? But you look very ill and you're shaking!”

“Shaking?”

Ash nodded before putting his hand back on Ethan's forehead, grabbing his arm and lifting up his sleeve to check that Ethan was okay and while nothing was there, Ash was still worried for him.

“Mm-hm! Maybe you should get some rest, we can always come back tomorrow right, Rolando?”

No response. 

Ash stood up, held Ethan's hand and turned to see that Rolando was gone! In a slight panic, Ash began to frantically look around the apartment until he and Ethan heard Rolando's voice coming from the bedroom.

Ash easily and swiftly picked Ethan up as if he were an infant and even held him as such, causing the pillow to drop out of Ethan's hands and land on the floor. Before Ethan could say anything about the pillow, Ash walked over to the bedroom, stood in the doorway and shouted out Rolando's name causing the other man to jump up and swiftly turn around.

“Oh, s-sorry, Ash. I wanted to see if Milo was awake!”

Ash raised an eyebrow as Ethan tugged on his shirt, begging to be put down, yet the other man didn't seem to care at all, instead he lifted Ethan even closer to him.

“Milo? Where is he?”

Rolando pointed to covers that Milo had been hiding under before peeking inside, giving his friend a warm and welcoming smile.

“Right here! I don't know why you're hiding, little dude! You know I don't bite!”

Pulling the covers back over his head, Milo mumbled in an annoyed tone, “Go away,” whilst trying to shove Rolando off the bed.

Ash's pointy ears perked up in worry while Ethan rested his head on Ash's shoulder. 

Clearly, Ethan was both embarrassed, annoyed and maybe even a little bit tired. Seems his lust for his bunny-boo had now begun to slowly subsided.

“M-Milo! Oh goddess, are you sick too?”

Questioned Ash as he demanded that Rolando check Milo's forehead in case he had a fever to which Rolando hesitated at first. He shifted his eyes over to Milo and watched him whine and whimper like a little baby under the covers, before he slightly pulled the covers off until Milo started to cry and kick his feet. He had wanted to spend time with his bear-bear and now it had been ruined, oh the tragedy!

“I'm not sick!”

Milo cried out pulling the covers back under his head to cry some more.

Rolando and Ash were both extremely confused, so they turned to Ethan and began to ask questions.

Ash was the first to interrogate Ethan, since well, he was wrapped in the other man's arms, resting on his head and trying to drift off into a slumber. 

“What were you two doing?”

Yet Ethan did not answer until Rolando picked up a pair of pink laced underwear off the ground and lifted them up away from his face. 

Putting the pieces together in his head, Rolando let out a hollering laugh, “And why is there a pair of panties just casually on the floor? What were you two doing, Ethan? Go on, tell us!”

Ethan gasped once he saw the underwear. His face flustered yet he tried his best to play it straight by responding in a plain, straightforward manner, “Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

The two said in unison as Ethan's face got pinker and pinker by the second. He couldn't just hide the fact he and Milo had been making out, moreso, they were about to, well…

Fiddling with Ash's hair, Ethan ignored their questions, even pretending to be oblivious.

“So, were the two of you doing the ole’ devil's tango or not? You can't hide it when the evidence is literally in my hands, little man.”

Rolando threw the underwear at Ethan causing it to land on the very top of one of his spikes making Ethan pout and turn his head away.

“G-gross, Ethan!” Ash recoiled in disgust at finding his friend doing such nasty things, “At least have some decency to keep it private!”

Ethan lifted his head up once he heard Ash call him gross and to keep what he did in the bedroom private. 

He let out a sigh and grumbled, “I did! Until you two showed up!”

Rolando tilted his head before the covers grabbed his attention again. He began to peek at his friend underneath, snickering a bit

“Wait, Is that why Milo is under the covers? Milo, are you naked?”

“...No…”

Breaking the awkwardness in the room, Ash spoke up, “Maybe we should head to the gym now, Rolando, this is getting a bit…”

“Awkward? I know.”

Rolando got up, stretched his back and dusted his hands, he looked over to Ash and then over to Ethan letting out a light snicker before walking over and pinching Ethan's cheeks, teasing him and calling him a “wittle baby” much to Ethan's annoyance.

“Ash put me down!”

Ethan begged to which Ash responded by ignoring Ethan's tantrums and squirming to play with his hair while also removing those scandalous laced panties, how promiscuous!

“You guys are annoying!”

Rolando raised an eyebrow at being called annoying, by Ethan nonetheless. He pinched Ethan's cheek again and in a cute high-pitch voice, doted over him.

“Aww! Is the wittle baby getting all fussy? Maybe it's time we head out, what do you say, Ash?”

Snickering to himself over how Rolando was teasing and coddling Ethan, Ash regained his posture and nodded.

“Mm-hm! I also have some training to do after we leave the gym, maybe you two can help me out?”

Gasping in unison, Rolando's eyes sparkled up with delight whereas Ethan shivered up inside. While Rolando could handle anything Ash threw at him using, Ethan could not. Sure, he was a bit beefy, and a tad bit strong but he feared them both! After all, they were taller, muscular and stronger than him!

And what didn't help was how they acted when their emotions ran high in a fight!

In Ethan's terrified brown eyes, Rolando was the stubborn and aggressive one when it came to fighting, quick on his feet but extremely dangerous when enraged, often finding anything he could get his hands on as a weapon and if he couldn't find any to use, he’d use his fist instead, opting to aim at his opponent wherever he could until he saw the ground turned red and if his opponent fought back or ran away this would push him harder! To be fair, he was practically raised as a sorta killing machine, even at the age 10 he knew how to perfectly use a gun, aiming right where it hurt!

Whereas Ash was, what Ethan considered, a pacifist, someone would rarely engage in violence and often tried their best to sort things out peacefully. Though there were times where Ash would get really angry and even serious during a battle often using his Ergokinesis, a special and ultra-rare power that he obtained during a…very traumatic childhood event when he was around 5, as a way to defend and protect himself and the ones he cherished. There were also times in which Ash's emotions would run wild allowling his Ergokinesis to get so strong, he'd reach Over-Drive mode!

Ethan couldn't compare.

From Rolando's deadly nature to Ash's dangerous powers, Ethan considered himself useless so to speak and the only person he'd be willing to protect was Milo, his soulmate! He knew, or at least he thought he knew, he didn't have the strength to fight back even when his friends were hurt, or even when he was the one being threatened so he tried to back down when Ash brough up training, knowing he wouldn't even be able throw single punch without hiding and cowering in fear.

While the trio continued their conversation, Milo watched as the sound of their voices began to drown out into the next room. He waved goodbye to the three of them before hearing the apartment door slam shut and got up. 

The effeminate man sighed once his eyes shifted over to the underwear on the floor. Embarrassed, he covered his flustered face with his hands even though no one was in the room with him right now. He picked the pair of panties off the ground and mumbled to himself before throwing them into the hamper and searching diligently in the dresser that he and Ethan shared for a new pair of underwear and his favorite white, clean nightgown.

Seems after all this time, the bathtub was finally calling his name.

Heading to the bathroom with his sleepwear in hand, Milo glanced at his nude body in the mirror. While he had no issues with his appearance and even sometimes flaunted his body off to the one he loved, he still hated the fact he looked exactly like both his rotten parents. He had their bright and big doe eyes and of course their large bodacious hips and thighs, but what he took from his mom was her freckles and even her rosey-pink eye color, he even acted like her at times, sassy and overly euphoric!

And while he didn't have his dad's somewhat buff stature and strong chest with Milo being flat in the front and somewhat skinny or even his dad's beard, in fact that's why he feared growing facial hair, even plucking any hair that should on his chin, he did have most if not all of his dad's soft, sensitive personality.

He was a mixture of both his parents. Both the good and the bad.

He had his mother's anger issues and his father's temper though hid it all under a smile. Milo had taught himself, even from a young age to suppress this particular emotion entirely.

Anger was a negative emotion and letting it take control over your mind was something he feared! Sure, he'd sometimes if rarely would get angry at other people but that anger wasn't really, well, real, it was staged so to speak. He was hiding his true rage behind a veil in fear he'd not only go back to his old ways but also become what he feared the most…

His parents.

Changing his glance away from the bathroom mirror towards the tub he sat his clothes down on the bathroom counter and turned the faucet on, watching the water gracefully flow down into the tub like a waterfall before carefully and cautiously stepping in.

Feeling the warm water and bubbles touch his skin, Milo sat back and pondered for a moment, collecting his thoughts as he scrolled past bad memory after bad memory until it hit him.

“Because you look so miserable…”

Ethan was right. 

Milo was miserable, but not because of his relationship with Ethan, in fact he was extremely happy to be by Ethan's side everyday and everynight, fearing that if he were to die, Ethan would be so upset, more than that he'd definitely spiral into a paranoid depression.

Moreso, Milo was miserable over his past, from his childhood to his teen years and how he had lost a lot, done a lot, said a lot and even hurt himself in the process of it all. The only friends he had as a child were the roaches and rats that he shared company with in his room, even naming them and caring for them, whereas during his teen years he'd form an unbreakable friend group of other troubled teens who turned to the gangster lifestyle as a means of survival.

Those friends he had made during highschool are all gone now.

Milo hadn't heard from them in…decades.

Yet he knew why they hadn't contacted him and it hurt! Because now, with the help of Ethan basically pushing him to be more social, he formed a new friend group, a friend group that reminded him so much of the people he…

Feeling the tears overflow, Milo looked down at his hands covered in water unable to differentiate a single teardrop from bathwater. How long had he been crying? He didn't know.

He didn't care.

If he could drown himself right now he would, but that feeling, the strength to keep on going made his heart pound as the thought that if he did, Ethan would be completely devastated. He needed to keep going, he needed to keep living not only for his love but also for himself.

“If only it was that simple…”

Washing up before drying himself off, Milo slipped into his new pair of underwear and his favorite nightgown, dusting off any dust or grim that dared ruin the glistening pearl-colored gown. Ethan had bought Milo this nightgown as a little present after Milo had bought him that green coat of course, it had practically become a staple in Ethan's very messy and confusing wardrobe.

Making his way back to the bedroom, Milo sat on his side the bed hik and his bear-bear shared and began to look through his messages. A message from Russell here, another message from Estevan there. Seems they were really worried about him, huh? Oh, how thoughtful even though Milo had been distancing himself from them willingly, even during his birthday party he had to keep his distance.

Russell and Estevan were always the first two, besides Ethan of course, to worry and cry over Milo, trying to make him smile and give him hugs whenever they saw him. They knew he needed way more than just Ethan, they knew he needed someone else to be by his side even if it was all platonic.

They knew Milo was lonely in that apartment all by himself.

They had tried to hang out with him before but everytime he would refuse even on his birthday, Estevan was the one to bring up having an after-party that he and Russell had set up at his place yet Milo refused to go.

He just didn't understand! In his mind he was this horribly disgusting person so why did they care about him so much?

Tossing to his side, Milo kept scrolling through his messages. Sure, he had sent Russell some messages yesterday night but those were just pictures of silly cats doing silly things, nothing more, nothing less and with Estevan, he didn't even bother to check, he knew he had more important things to do after all and didn't want to be a nuisance

The last time he had been an accidental nuisance to someone, he got slapped across the face and was shouted at to go back into his.

That was 18 years ago…

Needlessly scrolling through the group chat, a notification stopped him abruptly in his tracks.

It was a message from Ethan! Suddenly all of his misery and sorrow quickly dissipated and disappeared from his body as the butterflies in his stomach flew up while his cheeks turned a dark cherry red. He hid his face with his free hand once he read the message.

A single, “Hello?”

That's what was making him blush so hard? A simple hello?

Typing back, Milp giggled to himself and fiddled with his hair, filling his response with heart emoticons and a cute gif of a bear and bunny hugging one another yet throughout his bubbly response of love and words of worry there were also hints that something was wrong, he was even sad, in fact his body language and facial expressions showed that he was happy to be texting Ethan, he was constantly kicking his feet back and forth, playing with his hair, giggling to himself as his face turned red each time Ethan texted him a picture of himself in the locker room or lifting weights.

Yet his replies felt mixed and turned overly happy to bleak and anxious and then his phone began to ring. 

Milo didn't understand why Ethan was calling him after just having texted him pictures and even a short video of him shirtless, but nonetheless he still answered.

Placing the phone against his ear, Milo spoke up,

“Hey, Ethan…”

~~~

Ethan had been hubbled up in the locker room by himself for at least 10 minutes now and Rolando and Ash were starting to get worried. The two of them had already finished packing up their stuff and cleaning off their equipment, even refilling their water bottles for when it was time to head back outside and train.

“What's taking him so long?”

Rolando grumbled, placing his back against the wall before he shifted his glance over to Ash who looked back at him and shrugged. The two had become so impatient with waiting for Ethah to come out, that Rolando was about to take things into his own hands.

He folded his arms and spoke up in a flustered tone, “Ethan if you don't come out right now, I'm kicking the door down!”

Ash softly shrieked with worry as he put his hands on Rolando's shoulders, holding him back, “D-don't do that, Rolando! What if Ethan's behind that door? He could get hurt, you know!”

Rolando scoffed and rolled his eyes, placing his foot against the bright blue door, “So?”

“S-so? Rolando, that's very mean!”

“And?”

“...Humans confuse me sometimes…”

Turning their attention back to the door, they pressed their ears against the door and heard Ethan's voice change. Before it had been mumbled as if Ethan was trying to whisper and remain quiet as a mouse but now his voice was shaking as if he was worried over something or someone.

“It's okay, just t-t-try to put pressure on y-your wound and I…No! No, don't do that!”

Ash gasped as he turned over to Rolando who simply shrugged. They had become even more confused than before and were starting to feel a bit uneasy.

With the few words they could hear, they immediately backed away from the door once they heard the benches scoot across the locker room floors and footsteps. Trying to keep cool, Rolando hid his worriedness behind a cool and collected smirk whereas Ash simply looked down at the floor fiddling with his hair and tugging on his T-shirt. They watched as Ethan opened the door, duffel bag and cellphone in hand with an uncomfortable expression on his face. He turned to Rolando and huffed, tugging on the strap of his duffel bag while tears started to slowly form in his eyes.

“Rolando, take me home! Please!”

Ethan choked up, before turning to Ash and plopping himself into the elf's arms for an unexpected hug.

Not knowing what to say, Ash glanced up at Rolando for guidance and help only to be met with an unsure look and a quick nod. Without saying a single word to one another the trio headed back to Rolando's car and climbed inside.

Something had happened back at the apartment and while Ethan kept his lips shut preferring to cry and sob in Ash's arms as they sat huddled next to each other, Rolando wanted to know what was up. He was the first to question Ethan on if something had happened to Milo given how hard he had been crying, but due to his emotions getting the better of him, Ethan couldn't answer.

“Ethan, it's okay! You can tell us, we're your friends!”

Ash patted Ethan's back, giving him a comforting smile but still Ethan refused to talk to him.

Rolando spoke up to break the silence between the two in the backseat and adjusted his rearview mirror so he could see them better from afar.

“Um, Ash, you do know, Ethan can be a bit secretive when it comes to Milo, right?

Lost, Ash raised an eyebrow and shook his head. He looked down at Ethan who was still crying but also he was now mumbling and whispering to himself.

“N-no,” Ash stuttered, confused yet somewhat not surprised, “What do you mean by secretive?”

Rolando bit his lip. He wanted to focus on the road ahead of him but he also wanted to keep an eye out on his friends.

“Well, I don't really know how to explain it but Ethan's very…overprotective.”

Ash titled his head, “But isn't that how all couples are? Overprotective? Milo is Ethan's Yarhaan, after all!”

He was curious about what his friend meant and tried his best to equate it to the lifestyle of Otacaia. Even using the Otacaian word for soulmate, Yarhaan.

“I guess.”

Rolando paused, shifting his attention back to the road until they finally stopped at the ragged and broken red apartment building that looked as if it could just fall apart one day with everyone still stuck inside. It was a mess but hey, gotta live somewhere right?

When Ash's comforting and care had worked to its fullest, Ethan's emotions subsided. He sat up and tried to go back to the happy-go-lucky man he was earlier but for some reason he just couldn't! For the first time in years, he felt guilt, shame even. 

He didn't even stop to say goodbye once he got out of the car, leaving the door wide open, ignoring his friends as he left them behind to only tell them to not follow him inside and to let him handle this by himself.

This was a situation involving him and Milo.

No one else!

Dashing up the stairs, Ethan searched for his keys and jammed them into the door knob, twisting and jingling with the keys until he finally managed to get inside the apartment. At first nothing seemed off. 

The living room, dining room, and kitchen were still the way he had left it. The television too! In fact it was still turned on! Even their bedroom had stayed unchanged.

Everything remained the same but that all changed once he roamed the apartment even further.

“Milo, where are you?”

Ethan called out before the smell of fresh blood hit his nose causing him to gag, he had been accustomed to that smell before yet he still didn't have a strong enough stomach to handle it. Sure, he wasn't afraid of blood like his boyfriend but the smell made him lightheaded.

As it became stronger and stronger, Ethan stopped in his tracks, threw his duffel bag, along with his phone across the room and wiped his tears away with his wrist. 

Once he had approached the bathroom, his eyes widened. 

His glance turned to the specks of crimson-blood seeping and dripping onto the tiled floor. In a panic, Ethan screamed out Milo's name to get his attention only to startle Milo who quickly turned his head. 

He was standing there shaking and stumbling a bit right in front of the bathroom mirror applying pressure on an open self-inflicted wound with a pink rag firmly placed on his arm while an open pack of scattered bandages, dirty crimson-colored alcohol pads, pain meds, several bloodied razors, the half-empty bottle of rosé wine that Ethan had bought from the store sometime ago, and a stress ball shaped like a panda stood still on the counter.

Due to the blood loss, he definitely looked out of it as if he could just pass out at any moment but also he was scared, terrified that Ethan had seen him in his weakest, most troubling moment. The glass of wine and pain meds didn't help his case either.

“Sweet Jesus, come here!”

Grabbing onto Milo's unaffected arm, Ethan sat him down on the tub and started searching in the medicine cabinet for casting tape, grabbing it along with the opened box alcohol pads and sat down with his love. He began hastily patching up Milo's wound to stop him from losing any more blood, as he could see Milo's face and skin were becoming gray and his eyes were starting to lose their color and become hazy, even with his still on his ill-ridden face glasses on.

“I feel fucking gross!”

Milo drunkenly muttered out, his words slurred.

Ethan looked up at him with a concerned look and gave him an uneasy look that he tried to pass off as a sad assuring smile. He had never ever heard Milo swear before? Whatever happened to replacing swear words with something more child friendly?

“Don't say that! Accidents happen, ya know.”

With an offended expression, Milo scrunched up his nose and glared up at Ethan. He spoke in a very sassy yet flustered tone as if he wanted Ethan to just go away!

“You know this wasn't an accident! Stop acting so stupid!”

“I-I know but…”

Ethan paused, his cheeks and ears turned bright red to indicate that he was clearly heavily insulted that Milo, his own boyfriend, would call him stupid!

“Wait, hold on a minute, what do you mean by that? Am I stupid for not letting you die?”

With a sarcastic tonal shift in his voice, Milo laughed, letting out a few hiccups as he did so. 

“Wowie, you really don't fucking get it, do you?”

Milo was drunk and if that bottle of wine that was on the counter told him anything, it's that Milo had been straight up chugging it all down to ease whatever pain he was going through and with the sudden switch from paranoid to pissed to now passive-aggressive it made Ethan clam up a bit while he tried to keep himself cool and level-headed.

Ignoring his boyfriend's rude drunken comments, Ethan continued to patch up Milo's wound before he was met with a choker to the eye.

Surprised, Ethan jolted up, stopped what he had been doing, and covered his injured eye with his hand, “Ow! What the hell, Milo?”

Pointing at his neck, Milo got up and chuckled. Bruises upon bruises, open sores, healed wounds, cuts and slits stitched up where exposed to the sweat and heat of the choker itself had claimed Milo's neck and ruined it beyond repair. From the old cuts to the new, Milo scratched and scratched at his neck, slightly digging into his own skin presumably to make some twisted point.

In a daze, he ignored Ethan's pain and asked in a deadpan manner, “You see these wounds?”

Ethan shifted his eyes away from the endless bruising on Milo's neck and quickly nodded but in an effort to calm Milo down, Ethan was about to hold his hand and pull him close but was soon ignored.

“Do you know how long I've been doing this?”

Ethan shook his head as he allowed Milo to drunkenly and recklessly ramble and swear about whatever nonsense was spewing up in his brain at this moment. He was hurting way more than Ethan had suspected and as a kind, caring boyfriend, Ethan wanted so desperately to help him, but he was just uncomfortable now. 

But still he listened. 

Even if everything Milo was saying didn't make any sense to him.

“I started doing this when I was 5. A dumb, fucking child with no one to love him turing his neck into sliced ham!”

Milo then paused and shook his head, agreeing with himself in delirium, “I like ham. Ham is good.”

“Well, how about we head to our room and you can lie down, get some rest and tomorrow I will pick us up some sandwiches and…”

“Why would I want to do that? It's not like you ever listen to me!”

Ethan's ears and race turned red again yet he still remained in the cool zone, constantly reminding himself that Milo was not only drunk but he was at his most vulnerable.

“Listen to you? Milo, I'm literally just standing here listening to you ramble about…I don't even know anymore! You're clearly very drunk and need help!”

Silence filled the messy bathroom before Milo filled the quiet void with laughter. He grabbed the panda-shaped stress ball and started squeezing it, repeatedly nodding his head as he turned away from his love, as if he was agreeing with the little voice inside his mind.

“Yeah, no shit!”

He then quickly turned back around and threw the stress ball at Ethan before trying to run off but as quickly as he tried, Ethan blocked him and since he was bigger and taller, Milo stood no chance.

With tears forming in his eyes, Ethan kept the tiniest bit of cool he had left now and spoke with fierce, “We're not leaving until you sober up a bit and I'm not going to let you hurt yourself again! I wasn't here to help you so let me help you now!”

“You help me? Wow. Wow! Ethan, we both know,” Milo formed his hand into a gun and pressed his index finger against his forehead before pulling the pretend trigger, “POW! I'm better off lying in the dirt!”

Now Ethan was sobbing once again. He knew what Milo was implying and it scared him into tears. He didn't want to lose the only person that made him feel loved, the only person that didn't hurt him, the only person who cared! 

Un his emotional outburst, Ethan shouted as loud as he could, “Don't say that! Don't say that!”

Milo simply glared down at him, annoyed, enraged and tired. He lifted Ethan chin up with his index finger and chuckled softly as if he was trying to switch back into his old self, or at least the self that Ethan knew and cherished so dearly.

“But it's true. Face it Ethan. You know I'm going to die soon, maybe even quicker than you think.”

“Milo, please-”

Putting his index finger upon his lover's lips, Milo smiled and shushed him.

“Be quiet, okay? Be quiet.”

Before Ethan could say anything else he looked down to see Milo had become so dizzy and hazed he had directly, if accidentally, fallen into Ethan's arms, continuing to mumble nonsense before asking the question that had been on his mind all day.

“Why do you love me?”

Collecting his thoughts through teary-eyed lenses and a pounding headache of stress, Ethan began to simply stroke and fiddle with Milo's fluffy hair. This entire thing had all seemed so…familiar yet he couldn't pinpoint why he felt as if it did. It was as if they were both 19 year old highschool seniors on graduation day, arguing and fighting in their school's bathroom before ending it all in a break up.

Except it didn't end with a break-up.

Looking down at the other man, Ethan chuckled, a small warry yet lost smile painted his pale face and asked, in a puzzled tone, “What do you mean?”

Milo clenched his hands tightly onto Ethan's shirt for protection and comfort.

“You know what I mean, don't play dumb.”

“I'm not. You know, I love you.”

“But why?”

Milo bit his lip and paused. He looked up at Ethan with sad, rosy pink eyes that begged for an answer, “Why do you love me, Ethan?”

Love is a very strong emotion, Ethan knew that that's what Milo needed but he also needed help and the love they shared for one another wasn't just going to magically fix all his problems in a day. If it was that simple, they wouldn't even be in the bathroom right now, they would be in bed, cuddled up against each other whispering sweet nothings and thinking about how much they care for each other.

Unsure how to answer, Ethan simply didn't…

~~~

So glad I'm done with this one!! GAAAAAAHHHHH!!! IT TOOK SOOOOO LONG!!!

Alsk sorry @jafanadis if I wrote Ash and Russell out of character. And sorry to @mrboogerlip if I wrote Rolando and Estevan out of character {I know you two are probably tired of hearing me apologize but I feel like I need too because I'm probably butchering your ocs :3} Oh and sorry if I got Ash's and Rolando's backstories wrong I'm a bit stupid ngl.

[dis0rderly-cl0wn-nerd]

For the ask game:🤭💜

🎂 — how do you two celebrate each other's birthday?

🩹 — if you or your f/o got hurts, how would the other react?

💄— what nicknames or pet names do you two use for each other?

🍿 — your perception of them and their perception of you?

Thank you for the ask! 💜

🎂 — how do you two celebrate each other's birthday?

Until I found out who J was I never knew when his birthday was so I just picked a date to celebrate. Of course now that I know, I celebrate it on the actual day. I always make him a cake and get him a gift. J doesn't really like all the attention but he appreciates it anyway.

Now as for my birthday... J goes a bit overboard 😅 He makes a nice homemade dinner and a cake, writes a handmade card, gets several gifts, decorates the house, sends so many birthday texts, etc. etc. I tell him he doesn't have to do all that but he insists. Only the best for his bunny.

🩹 — if you or your f/o got hurts, how would the other react?

I hate seeing J hurt. The poor baby 🥺 In his line of work he gets injured all the time. He comes home with cuts, bruises, stab wounds, gunshot wounds, concussions, broken bones, etc. I become a full time nurse on those days lol.

Sometimes I have to call in his doctor that he has on staff because concussions? Gunshot wounds? Broken bones? Yikes. I'm not a MD so I'd have no idea what to do in those situations. I could help the best I can but I still wouldn't be able to treat him properly unless I called in professional help.

J freaks out if even the slightest thing happens to me. If I get sick or my period is raging, J is there making me feel better. Sometimes he even busts out the nurse dress. I just laugh and roll my eyes.

If I actually am seriously hurt, like a bad cut or something, he knows exactly what to do. He's treated his own wounds plenty of times before. If it gets too bad, he calls in his doctor or makes me go to the hospital. If that's the case, he would be worried about me the whole time.

💄— what nicknames or pet names do you two use for each other?

I call J: my clown, Jack (when he’s feeling soft), honey, and beloved

J calls me: bunny, kitten, kitty cat, doll, sweetheart, sweetie, sugar, princess (I hate this one), and darling

🍿 — your perception of them and their perception of you?

I don't really understand what exactly this question is asking but I'll try my best 😅

I perceive J as a man that has gone through so much in his life and has a deep seated anger and hatred in his heart that causes him to do bad things. But deep down he really is a sweet, kindhearted soul. He was once a good person and he still is in his heart of hearts. He's just been broken so many times that only those closest to him will ever see that side of him. I try to bring the goodness out of him daily.

I don't exactly know how J would perceive me. I imagine he would think I'm patient with him and kind to him. That I'm one of the few people who's ever given him a chance. He doesn't understand why I stay with him, put up with risk and all that. I constantly have to remind him that I love him no matter what happens.

[infernalmellifera]

Meet Miz Venus!!!

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⋆｡ °✩ Name: ~ Venus Valentine ~

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☆｡･:* #InfernalMellifera Art — My art :) mostly digital work, but the occasional cosplay prop piece and other projects as well.

☆｡･:* #InfernalMellifera Cosplay — Cosplay content , mostly handmade

☆｡･:* #InfernalMellifera Doodles — Doodley doos that I do at work and conventions

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ྀ࿔ I am an AVID Clip Studio Paint user. Almost all my digital work is made on CSP. Otherwise, I use Illustrator or Photoshop (for my older works done in high school). I have a Wacom One that I got for christmas that I use as well.

ྀ࿔ My typical process for more complex pieces is sketch, color, shading, blur, render, highlight. For a piece more simple like the one above, it would be sketch, lineart, color, shade, highlight.

You can read alll about my portfolio art (self-portraits) on my website too ✧～(ゝᴗ ∂ )

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˚✧ Character: Super Sonico!

˚✧ Animal: Le Frogge

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─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Agejo

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⭐️ My Boyfriend

ULTRAKILL

Persona 5 Royal

⭐️ Super Sonico!!!

Cosplay

Figurine Collecting

Bread 😋

⭐️ Cats! 🐈‍⬛

⭐️ Gyaru Fashion

Hating and Lying

Sex 😳

👎 Eww… (things I hate)

Yandere Content (tag if possible? light trigger but idgaf)

Hugs from strangers

British “people” (jokingly)

Drawing (also jokingly)

Other Info on Image

Height - 4’11”// 150cm (short king)

Favorite Necklace - Silver Cross

Drink I LOVE! - La Croix

I almost always use a ballpoint pen for doodles

I wear platforms

I draw my Boyfriend a LOT

[inland--empire]

I am reading a MD fanfic about me post canon and i hate that some things are really really accurate to my timeline

The glass front, illuminated by lights, displays rows of neatly stacked consumables, all terribly mimicking human food. She could choose between Boltritos, Chargeleston Chew, 240V, or a crude, handmade label underneath with a row of canisters filled with black sludge simply being noted as “OIL.” How inclusive. J forgot she was the diversity hire. 

HMANNSKS

MANNNNN

[rocketandonuts]

The fic in which v&j run into some dickheads (and it was Valentine’s Day)

It’s the time of the year again when she is filled with immense energy.

“Hey! Happy Valentines~!”

“Yo man happy Valentines!!”

“Happy Valentines~~~!!”

Viv has been diligently handing out her hand-made chocolate to the entire class all day.

“Happy valentines to you too, viv!”

“Aaawwww thank youuuuu!!! I love you!!”

“Hahah you’re adorable”

She does this every year. Sometimes she’ll get cards or candies from them as well. Everyone loves her for that. Everyone loves the Valentine’s Day when Viv is around.

Except one person.

“What’s with that pouty face?”

“You’ve been smelling like way too much sugar since last night. Pleaseeee don’t get any closer.”

“Well happy Valentine’s Day to you too, my dear brother~” she says as she place the last package of chocolate on his desk.

“Augh! Put that thing away! You know I won’t eat that!”

“Sure sure~ which is why your chocolate will be going into my stomach~”

She can’t help but feel bad for her little fool of a brother who hates sweets. This poor bastard. Sweetness is deliciousness.

Well a lot of things are deliciousness. But sweetness is one of them indeed.

“Vivian.”

“…Oh! Alex! What’s the matter??”

It caught Viv by surprise. Alex is a cool girl, but she’s not really the type who would usually go up to Viv for chit chat, so this is pretty rare.

“Hey so… I don’t usually do this kinda thing, but since you’ve been giving all of us your heartily gifts for 3 years.” Alex says as she gives a fancy dainty little package to Viv. “There. Happy Valentine’s Day, Vivian.”

“O. Oh. Oh wow.”

It’s a package of cookies. They look like they’re handmade as well.

“T-thanks…! This is so cute! You’re so sweet…!” Viv holds the gift up in front of her face, but it’s not big enough to hide her blushing face and huge smile. “W-w-wanna go out with me?”

“Ha. Hush. Seeya.”

She just gave her hair a ruffle and ended their interaction.

Viv feels like she’s in the air. “Hehe. I think she’s shy.”

“Or maybe she’s not interested in someone who would literally ask out every single person on the planet earth.”

“Hey! Don’t be a dick to your sister bc you didn’t manage to give Liam anything!”

“God will you keep your voice down?! Wtf??”

[sharkinthetoilet]

How abt general headcanons of Tweek and Craig having another bf(like poly🤝) and what they would do on the daily etc etc 👍and said Bf/reader is very crafty and often makes them stuff like necklaces,Hats, and more

creek x reader; general headcanons

I actually can't express how happy I am to write this, tweek and craig my Skrunklies

gender: masculine

warnings: talk about anxiety

☆-day to day life with craig and tweek:

hang out with them is a daily routine, really

days, where you don't go to one of your houses, are very rare

both aren't very big on affection

except for physical

always holding hands, always hugging, always having an arm slung one another, physical affection is their way of showing they appreciate you

you always pair up in group works- most teachers allow you to do a group of 3, since the class isn't even anyways

on the rare occasion that you can't do a group of 3, you mourn over it, like you guys are never seeing each other again

if any of you 3 get sick, the other 2 will come and nurse them back to health

you guys always find a way to listen to music together

and awkwardly sing along to it

the whole class hates you guys for doing that

movie/series marathons every month

sleepovers are normally at craig's house

tweek's house is a taboo ( last time you were there, craig nearly attacked tweeks parents)

also they love your little handmade gifts

tweek displays them openly (not that you can see them, like I said, tweeks house is a taboo)

craig, while trying to act all cool and not completely touched by it, has a box filled with all the stuff you made him, that has hearts drawn all over it

both aren't necessarily people that try to payback with anything big

occasional dates planned by both of them (filled with tweek worrying, it's not good enough for you) or a bouquet of flowers, they split the bill for

as father nr.3 you get stripe every third week (1. craig 2. tweek 3. you)

once you built stripe the cutest guinea pig cage and your boyfriends officially gave you the title, of the person that keeps the house in order ( malewife reader? 🤨 /j)

craigs family loves you btw

I like to imagine that craig and tweek balance out perfectly, when it comes to helping you with stuff

tweek is more understanding, more emotionally connected and craig is the more logical one, that gives great advice

definitely a chaotic relationship, but both love you genuinely and are big cutie patooties

me rambling about being a silly little gay guy

[honoviadakai]

Diaboys at a Crane Asada with Hispanic S/O/Reader: Mukami edition

Ruki

Please warn him in advance. Like, minimum one week ahead of time

He wants time to study up on your culture and language to impress both you and your family

Tbh he can study for a week straight and still feel incredibly under prepared

When you guys arrive, he’s going to try and speak as much Spanish as possible throughout the entire event.

His Spanish is not fantastic, but for a beginner, it’s not half bad.

Doesn’t mind the music but good lord why is it loud??

Of all the drinks served there, his favorite is sangria soda

He thought it was actually wine and he felt so sophisticated that you didn’t have the heart to tell him…your dad did on the way out though

Again, the music is really loud for his taste but damn he’s amazing at Tango ;)

He find the food to be delicious, but heavy. His favorite dish being menudo

You need to help him because your abuelita keeps pushing tamales onto his plate and no mater how hard he tries, he can’t say no to her sweet face

Hates the beer your dad and tios are drinking but he will participate in any guy talk they’re having and they’re gonna enjoy it cuz Riki’s gonna mispronounce some words

He’s surprisingly good with kids so your younger cousins love him. He tired out after a few games so you’ll have to save him

Will absolutely help clean up afterwards. Your mom ain’t touching a single dish because he has designated himself as the night’s dishwasher

Kou

So Kou is canonically a famous idol, and if K-pop Stans have taught me anything…it’s that being part of a different culture/country doesn’t stop their love of their favorite artists

So if you have family that’s a huge fan of Kou’s music…maybe leave him at home until you can safely bring him

If he DOES come along though…good luck

Any family that are fans of his are going to swarm and either try to get an autograph or steal him away.

If things go down civilly, they’ll still gawk, but they’ll probably ask you in private/over text to talk to him/get an autograph

He’s a charmer so even if no one knows who he is, he’s gonna charm the pants off your family…hopefully not literally.

He thinks a lot of the food is WAY to heavy for him but watch this man scarf down 12 quesadillas and an entire bowl of mango salsa after complaining that the food is gonna destroy his figure 🙄

Loves Fanta, piña colads and mojitos like the rich white woman he secretly is 💅

If you guys have a chihuahua or Pomeranian, he’s gonna hold them the rest of the night cuz it’s a cute tiny doggo

If you have cats…they’re his now…sorry

You have to translate for him or he’s gonna have a translation app open but he’s not gonna attempt to speak the language purely cuz he has outs

Will not touch the beer, and he’ll probably only talk to your dad or abuelito in terms of guy talk

Will play with your cousins, but only for a bit

Will not help out with clean up, he doesn’t wanna chip his nails or hurt his back…even though he’s not human and could totally handle it 😒

Your family might give him nicknames like “guerito”, “flacito” or “sancas largas” cuz he just…gives off a vibe 🍌

Your family’s impressions will be…mixed…but mostly positive!

Yuma

Oh god this one’s gonna be a wild ride

Yuma is HUGE so already I can see him being nicknamed “El Gigante” or something the moment he sets foot in the host’s home

Thankfully he has a lot of energy so he doesn’t mind the loud, rowdy atmosphere, it’s very welcoming to him actually

Which is good because first thing that’s gonna happen is your much younger relatives are gonna wanna climb him like a tree

Absolutely will play with the kids, he thinks they’re endearing, especially when they talk about his height, so he’ll play whatever games they want

Will try to learn Spanish, he’s literally only gonna pick up the bad words though

Manz can pack away the food so your family loves him

He loves the Agua Frescas because they’re so refreshing and handmade so he’ll swap recipes with someone just so he can make these drinks at home, same thing goes for the food

Your family loves all the gardening, cooking and other suck tips cuz they’re genuinely helpful. He’s probably gonna end up helping out a lot around the place

The men in your family love having a couple beers with him cuz despite his big, gruff personality, he’s very down to earth and they appreciate that

Actually really likes the music so he’s gonna dance any chance he gets

Really good at bachata dancing

One of your cousins got the oh so devilish idea to play ‘Hoedown Throwdown’ and Yuma tore it up on the dance floor like his life depended on it

Your family filmed it, your cousins sent you the videos later…you’re grateful for the multiple angles ;)

He’s gonna do almost all the cleaning when the party is over

Your parents want you to marry him tbh xD

Azusa

This boy is both one of the best and worst people you can bring

He’s the best because he’s very polite and he has a high spice tolerance so your family will very quickly start to love him

But he’s also the worst because well…the spicy food wasn’t enough pain…he wants more…

Please for the love of god do not take your eyes off him, he might try to make the biggest Tio there punch him in the face as hard as he can if you’re not careful

If you can manage to keep him in check he’s honestly lovely to bring to events like this

He’ll play with you’re younger relatives whenever they ask…might be a little too keen on playing fútbol because the ball might hit him or someone could hurt him…

Because he’s on the smaller side, your family is relentlessly offering him more food and he’s gonna eat every bite both for the stomach pain and because he doesn’t wanna be rude

Will be invited to have some cerveza with the men in your family and tbh they really like hanging out with him!

He’s very chill and a good listener, this kinda becomes a bright green flag to your family that he’s gonna treat you right and one of your tios and your Abuelito give him their blessing after some drinks

Surprisingly likes cerveza??? And he’s weirdly not a lightweight either so he’s kinda just trying all the drinks there

His favorite is the Micheladas

He wants to learn some Spanish but he’s only gonna pick up a little bit of the language by the days end, his pronunciation isn’t perfect but it’s not terrible either

If anyone asks him to help out after the party’s over l, he absolutely will help

Your tias and Abuelita love him, expect them to pinch his cheeks

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Masterlist ~

These are all BTS reactions/scenarios I've done so far! Enjoy :)

I am updating this masterlist on the regular as I post new reactions or scenarios

I'll keep this post pinned for anyone new on here, so you have everything right here :)

REACTIONS:

BTS reaction to you having thick thighs

BTS reaction to them finding out you like them through another band member

BTS reaction to two of you hearing a sound in teh house, but are completely alone

BTS reaction to you slapping their ass then running away

BTS reaction to you not being able to walk much after rough sex

BTS reaction to you giving them a lot of kisses

BTS reaction to you letting out a moan while eating an ice cream

BTS reaction to them after an idol asks you out (You're in a secret relationship)

BTS reaction to you getting into a physical fight with another girl

BTS reaction to them confessing their feelings towards you

BTS reaction to you having a dangerous job

BTS reaction to you falling asleep on their shoulder

BTS reaction to you throwing it back on him in a nightclub

BTS reaction to you being fluent in 3 languages

BTS reaction to you accidentally letting in an giant moth fly

BTS reaction to them hearing you singing their song

BTS reaction to you wearing their clothes and imitating them

BTS reaction to you kicking n snoring in your sleep

BTS reaction to you pushing them against the wall (Kabedon)

BTS reaction to them pinning you against the wall

BTS reaction to them realizing the two of you have a lot in common

BTS reaction to you pinning them against the bed

BTS reaction to you giggling in your sleep n waking up because of it

BTS reaction to you sending them a dirty text in public

BTS reaction to you catching them staring at you

BTS reaction to rain starting to pour outta nowhere on the two of you

BTS reaction to you sending them a dirty text in public

BTS reaction to you catching them staring at you

BTS reaction to you saying "I love you" for the first time

BTS reaction to them disliking your boy best friend

BTS reaction to them making the first move

BTS reaction to you being a smartass n sarcastic

BTS reaction to you being into true crime

BTS reaction to you watching "Hachiko" dog movie

BTS reaction to them going to a haunted house

BTS reaction to you giving them a handmade charm

BTS reaction to you dissing/cursing at a hate Weverse post about them

BTS reaction to them seeing you with a really short haircut for the first time

BTS reaction to them introducing themselves at a bar

BTS reaction to them falling in love with you at a first sight

BTS reaction to you passing your driving test

BTS reaction to you walking into the room in a sexy lingerie

BTS reaction to someone else flirting with you

SCENARIOS:

BTS reaction to you loving to drive fast

BTS reaction to them finding out you can dance well

Jungkook:

"Got your back" - Slight angst/fluff

"In the middle of the night" - Slight angst/fluff/smut (kind of)

"Connection" - Fluff

"Realizations" - Fluff/Angst - Requested

Jimin:

"Easy" - Angst/smut

Taehyung:

Rap Monster:

"Attention" - Fluff / Requested

J-Hope:

Suga:

Jin:

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⛓️ Chainsaw Man ⛓️

! HEADCANONS !

General Hcs

Aki, Power & Denji are each others found family

Aki is the older brother/parental figure

Power & Denji are siblings

Neurotypical characters? Not here

The trio likes to make merch of Pochita and Meowy and pretend that there's a rivalry between the two

The trio has weekly "fights" over who's better between Meowy and Pochita

Meowy & Pochita are the trios "mascots"

Aki is always the tie breaker in the "fights" but constantly switches sides to so Power and Denji get to be winners

They're all music lovers

They use the plates that are meant to keep foods seperated and gives regular plates to guests unless asked for a special one

They all hate earmuffs

Earbuds/headphones hurt their ears so they just play everything from their phones, radios, record players etc.

I don't think any of them are cis but only in the way that none of them know what they are and they're just blobs existing that were forced to live and be part of society

None of them really feel like anything ( regards to gender ) but they just go with the flow and work with what they have and kinda just think about it occasionally at night while laying in bed

They def have dreams of them being the opposite sex or some extravagant alienated version of themselves that aren't restricted to human bodies

They all think they're the only ones experiencing it so they don't know they're not alone until years later

Gender crisis is always just at the back of their minds bc they're always busy and don't put that much thought into it

Individual Hcs

Power 🩸

Won't admit it but cares deeply for Denji & Aki

Will always make time for Denji when he's feeling down

Meowy is her all time favorite but Denji is a close second

Wrestling/physical touch is her love language

She finds Aki annoying a lot but would be the first to defend/protect him if he was in trouble

She'll secretly do stuff around the house and play dumb if someone notices

Is older than Denji but acts like the youngest

Adhd & doubt/double-checking ocd

They/He/She/It

Also uses blood/bloods, devil/devils & horn/horns neos

Arospike, greyasexual & aegoromantic

Listens to pop rock, death metal & classic rock

Long hair makes blood feel powerful so he never cuts his hair

Likes cassette tapes but prefers vinyls and CDs

Can't draw, only scribble

Stims by yelling "RAAAHHHHH", poking, rocking back and forth on the heels of her feet ( also likes to hold onto people while she rocks ), swaying, does the pop cat noise, finger guns + gun noises & biting

Denji ⛓️

Seems like the middle child but is actually the youngest

Adhd, mild autism & ptsd

Will actually play with his food while eating it but not in the "constantly moves food around with his fork" type the "will literally use his hands to make food monsters and fling food at people" type

Likes arts & crafts but won't admit it

Gives Aki & Power handmade gifts for holidays + birthdays but says he bought them

Calling people names ( loser, dumbass, idiot etc. ) And handshakes are his love languages

Likes cats as much as dogs but won't admit it so he has a reason to keep the rivalry going about which species is better and fight her over it

He/Him

Straight → bi-curious → unlabled ( over a 10-15 yr time frame )

Listens to j/kpop, rap, emo & scene

Prefers vinyls bc they make him feel cool

Draws stick people

Stims by pretending to fire up a chainsaw, making chainsaw noises, bouncing legs, puffing up his cheeks and blowing the air out of his mouth, makes fart noises & opening and closing doors

Special interest is devils

Aki 🗡️

Adhd, autistic, contamination/washing ocd & ordering/arranging ocd

Understands the concept of jokes and knows when to laugh but will internally take them literally and struggle to understand completely what they mean

Stims by cracking his knuckles, playing with his hair, tapping his fingers, pacing, unsheathing and resheathing his sword slightly, quickly and repetitively, also taps pencils/pens/silverware/anything on any surface within reach

Repeatedly opens & closes the cupboards, drawers, & washer

He/They

Asexual & cupioromantic

Listens to metal, emo, scene & classical

Secretly adores snakes but won't get any pets in case he dies on the job :(

Likes vinyls but prefers CDs and cassette tapes

Can draw decently, excels at realism but struggles with everything else

Special interest is coffee

Kobeni 🔪

She/They + Xey/Xem

Anxious, paranoid, general ocd, relationship ocd, sexual orientation ocd & trust issues

Xe has a knife collection

Angled aroace, panromantic, cupioromantic & fraysexual

Xeir favorite hobby is painting

They enjoy reading, writing, sewing, wood burning/carving & collecting weapons ( mainly knifes but also swords & daggers )

Gives Power clothes whenever shes passed down something that reminds her of it

Paints portraits for all her friends

Listens to pop, pop rock, classical, visual kei & nightcore

Makes mixtapes/playlists for the trio ( especially Power & Denji )

Likes to paint Meowy on album covers

Cats or dogs? Toads

Doesn't understand math

Is the cool aunt/favorite cousin in the family dynamic

Cassette tapes are xeir all time favorite and vinyls being a close second

Teaches the trio how to draw

They're no Picasso but she's a force to be reckoned with & their confidence while making art makes their work so much more appealing

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A/N: First and foremost please lmk if any of the sites I used for sexuality definitions are not credible or do not have the communitys best interest at heart as most of the labels I do not identify as and some of the sites I'm not familiar with !

Secondly, if you don't like or agree with my headcanons that's fine just don't be rude or keep it to yourself and feel free to share your headcanons ! :D

{Am I projecting onto these characters? Yes. Am I going to do it again? Also yes}

Lastly, If you, for whatever reason, want to know my takes on other characters feel free to request or comment and I'll make another post !

I will also probably be doing at least 1 more csm headcanons post later into the series. I'm mainly waiting until I find more characters I really like later on and/or there's more appearances of ones I currently find interesting.

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Are they happy with their body? Yes and no. He's very proud of his physique but he feels bad that he tends to intimidate people so often.

Do they have any secret piercings or tattoos? Nipples He has a tattoo on the right side of his waist, and another on his left thigh <3

Do they collect anything? Do books count?

What is their favorite music genre? If he lived in a modern setting, I think he'd probably like music like Liana Flores or Penelope Scott, but as far as in-universe, he tends to favor string music.

What music genre, if any, do they hate the most? Country probably

What is their phone background/lock screen? Again, if he was in a modern setting- probably Umbra.

What is their shoe size? hahaha if I had to guess it'd probably be in the high 20's (US mesaurements based)

Do they have a favorite fabric or texture? Fur, but he's also perfectly happy with plain ol cotton.

Do they have a favorite professional sport? I think he'd really like discus

How do they decorate their living space? Mostly with sentimental items- paintings of family, books he really enjoys, things like that.

Are they messy, or do they clean up? He's never been terribly messy but he IS a prince, technically- so he tends to forget about tidying. (Julian nags him sm)

What’s their preferred sleeping position? Eclipse sleeps flat on his back- it's not easy to find a good position with all those arms. But he has a BOATLOAD of pillows :)

Did they have a favorite comfort item as a child? Blanket. He still has it.

Do they have a favorite period in history? I don't think so. He tends to look at history with a very critical eye, because he was raised to see the previous gods and emulate them (he doesn't tho)

Can they cook? What’s their favorite thing to make? Yes… Albeit he's no Julian /hj. He tends to prefer cooking stuff with fewer rigid steps (stews, chili, stuff like that)

What food do they hate eating? Eclipse really doesn't like cold treats… they tend to melt super fast cause he's warm, so…

Do they have any allergies? Nay

What was their worst injury? Sun literally put a sword in his gut-

What movie is most likely to make them cry? I have this very vivid image of Eclipse watching Titanic for the first time and trying so hard not to bawl.

What movie or book could they watch/read a hundred times and never get tired of? Well, he's already mentioned really enjoying Elusia's writings-

Can they dance? Do they like to? Yes, he can. Does he like to? Well, he would, but he's very large and doesn't usually have anyone to dance with… for now.

What was their favorite birthday gift? Good boots. I'm 100% serious, Eclipse really favors things that are practical or handmade.

Which birthday do they look back on the most fondly? Toss up between his 6th birthday (the very last birthday Solaris was nice to him) and the first birthday he celebrated after leaving the celestial palace (it was a rager)

What kind of cake or birthday treat would they prefer? Eclipse isn't too big on sweets but if he were to have a birthday type treat, probably cinnamon rolls or smth

What is their favorite animal? Horse.

Do they wear perfume/cologne? What is their favorite scent? No, colognes tend to clash with the smoky smell that sticks to him 5ever. He likes the smell of rain, and the smell of cinnamon.

What smell do they hate the most? Teatree oil.

What sound do they hate the most? Sun's voice /j (It's definitely rooster crows)

What video game would appeal to them the best? I think, if Eclipse could play video games, he'd be very into games with a lot of world exploration. Maybe Skyrim or Breath of the Wild.

How would they relax on a day off/rainy day? Good book. Snuggles, hopefully.

Are they combative? What is their fighting style? It really depends on who the issue is with. Eclipse would take Sun/Julian out at the knees 100%, but if he was frustrated with someone like Moon he'd probably just leave the room. As far as style, he's a little slower than the other gods but he hits HARD (tank fr)

Would they be the one to start an argument? No

What is their personal style? Favorite outfit? Banished prince, his favorite outfit is his season one official ref (but incase you forgot it)

Do they have a dream job? Retiring /hj

What do they do if they can’t fall asleep? Work, which is actually terrible for him but if he's stressed he feels like he needs to DO something.

Do they wear makeup regularly? If they don’t, would they consider wearing any? No, but you know that swirl over Sun/Moon's eyes? Those ARE makeup, kind of a traditional symbol of the greater gods' alliance. If things were better, Eclipse and Pluto would wear it too.

Do they prefer to be really cold or really warm? Eclipse thrives in cold envrionments. The man is a furnace.

What recurring dream do they keep having? The one where his mom dies and he can't do anything about it.

Can they drive? What vehicles are they licensed to operate? Lmao no. But in a modern setting, I always picture him driving a sleek black mustang

Do they believe in true love? Have they experienced it? Yes and yes. :)

Are they married? Do they want to be? No, he isn't, but he hopes to be. <3

If they have siblings, do they like any of them? Would they rather be an only child? LMFAO We know the answer to this one <3 <3

What do they think is their worst quality? What is their actual worst quality? He thinks its his temper but tbh his temper is not nearly as bad as his chronic workaholicness.

Do they lie often? Are they good at it? More often than he would like, and yes, he's adept.

Are they good at keeping secrets? Oh for sure.

How do others see them? How accurate is it to how they really are? Eclipse is viewed as an oppressive god who would drown the world in shadow and drag humanity into an age of despair. But actually he's a big soft man and will die after one (1) kiss. :)

What kind of first impression do they usually make? "I am about to die" <- You the first time you saw Eclipse.

What are they most afraid of? Losing you.

Would they ever kill anybody? He has and will again if need be.

Do they have original characters of their own? Yes, Eclipse used to write short stories in his spare time and he absolutely has his own OCs. (They're treasure-hunters!)

duck I am

gripping you by the shoulders

GRHJAHT

I’m so very deranged for eclipse (🎉🎉🎉💐💐💐💐)

Do you got any random facts or information about him you can share? :00

RAHHHHHHH Shaking you /pos I don't! But since I want to stretch my legs with some OC stuff, here's a great question list I found and I will answer all of these questions for Clipsy darling below