#i lov this song so much oh my gos

[francarieq]

pasilyo - sunkissed lola !! ⭐︎ ꩜

[beomboomboom]

Drunk with love

genre: fluff, established relationship

pairing: Seungcheol x reader

summary: Seungcheol has experienced your drunk self more than once before. He's seen everything. He's seen you dramatically confess your love to him years ago, he's seen you yell love song lyrics for him at the top of your lungs. But this was the first time you forgot that you and Seungcheol were dating altogether.

warnings: alcohol/drinking, a little bit of swearing (like very little)

note: based on the results of this poll. I hope you enjoy the fic <33

"Cheolliee~ can you pick me up?"

Seungcheol lets out a sigh at the sound of your tipsy voice. He knew it was a bad idea to let you go out drinking with your friends.

Not that your friends were bad influences or anything, but when you got drunk, you got drunk.

Meaning, you couldn't even walk three steps without either throwing up or passing out.

"Okay baby, I'm going to come get you. Just wait outside the bar okay?"

"Okiee~ the world is spinningg...," he hears your intoxicated voice say. Taking that as a sign, he grabs a few plastic bags and stuffs them in his pocket on the way out of the house, already preparing for what he knows is to come.

As Seungcheol gets into his car and sets off towards the direction of the bar where you're at, he hears your drunk self let out a whine, "Where aree you Cheolliee, I need to tell you somethingg."

Phone still pressed against his ear, Seungcheol lets out a little laugh, amused at the way you're acting.

Deciding to humor your drunk self, he replies softly, "hmm, okay. How about you tell me when I come get you, does that sound alright?"

He can already picture what you're looking like at this point. Your cheeks are probably littered in a pink hue, evidence of your drinking activities, your hair a pretty mess, and your lips in a pout. You're also probably going cling onto Seungcheol the moment he finally arrives to pick you up.

Seungcheol smiles softly at the thought.

Even though dealing with your drunk self is a pain in the ass, he still loves it nonetheless. The way you show your unfiltered love to him is something that always makes him laugh and his heart swoon.

"but cheol...what I'm going to tell you...I might regret..."

Seungcheol's heart stops at your words.

No longer humoring your intoxicated words, Seungcheol worriedly ponders what in the world you could possibly mean. Seungcheol knows that when you're drunk, your filter completely disappears, which makes him worried. What kind of secret were you keeping from him that would make you say "I might regret this"?

"What do you mean by that baby?"

"well....I'll tell you in person. It's better that way. OH! I see your car, I'm coming in."

Seungcheol watches your figure, holding your phone to your ear, as you shakily stand from the bench outside the bar and stumble closer and closer to his car.

Before crumpling to the ground unexpectedly.

"Oh shoot," Seungcheol mutters under his breath as he quickly jumps out of the car and helps you stand up.

"You okay baby? Let's get in the car hm?"

But rather than replying and letting Seungcheol lead you into the car, you simply lean against Seungcheol and begin to cry. Eyes widening, Seungcheol quickly takes your face in his hands and wipes your tears away with the pads of his fingers.

"Awww baby, do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

"I-I-I" you start to say, and let out a small hiccup before shouting," I LOVE YOU!"

"Well, I lov-" Seungcheol starts to reply, but is quickly interrupted by your drunken rambling.

"I know this might ruin our friendship or whatever, but I can't stop my feelings for you. I just love you too much. I love you so much that i'll break the promise we made in second grade to never have a crush on one another. I love you so much that i'll risk our friendship to tell you that I love you. And I love you so much that if you don't love me back, I'll accept it."

With each word being let out of your mouth Seungcheol can feel his endearing smile grow by the second.

"Baby, I think you don't understand. We're dating right now. We were best friends before, but then you confessed to me just like how you're doing now. "

"What no way. You're lying to me. Stop joking around with me Cheollie," you say, a furrow in your brow as you try to decipher the new information.

"I'm not," Seungcheol replies, with a little laugh under his breath at the situation. The way you can't believe you're dating him makes him want to giggle and kiss you senseless at the same time.

"Then show me," you challenge, deadly serious.

Wasting no time, Seungcheol gently grabs your face with his hands and places a chaste peck on your lips. "Let's go home now hm?"

Smiling contently, you let Seungcheol take hold of your hand, and lead you towards the car.

It's after you and Seungcheol take around three steps when your eyes widen and you mutter a quiet "uh oh" and shake Seungcheol's shoulder vigorously.

Already knowing what's about to happen, Seungcheol swiftly takes out a plastic bag from his pocket and hands it to you. As you get all of the alcohol out of your system and into the plastic bag, Seungcheol holds your hair away from your face and rubs comforting circles on your back. "How about we go home and get cleaned up. Does that sound okay with you?

You manage a small nod in response and lean on Seungcheol as he helps you get into the car and buckle your seatbelt. In only a few seconds Seungcheol buckles his own seatbelt too and you and Seungcheol make the short journey home.

As Seungcheol is driving home, he gazes at your passed out figure in the passenger seat. Shaking his head, he simply smilies and lets out an endearing laugh,"you better repay me with lots of kisses and cuddles tomorrow."

[mjlovescm]

what about riding rodrick’s thigh please?? (sry english isn’t my 1st language) lov you’re writing!!

Drum Lesson, 🍋 Rodrick Heffley

an: I had this idea before but never got around to writing it. Thank you so much for requesting and reading.

Sitting on your boyfriends lap, you hummed along to your favorite song as you played it on the drums. Or at least attempted to. Rodrick had only given you a few lessons and mostly to Löded Diper songs, but you were sorta getting the hang of this drummer thing. And even though Rodrick himself wouldn't out right agree, you were skilled enough to where his hands could be occupied on your hips and waist instead of correcting you. Or more so, using it as a way to correct you.

Tightly one of Rodrick's hands grip your hip indicating that you had played something incorrectly. You were quick to argue, and he was quick to prove you wrong. He had you replay the song, stopping you as the sound of a mistake hit his ears. Taking your hands into his, Rodrick played with or more so for you. The difference was slight, very slight. So I guess technically he was right. 

“Told you.” He gloated in his “I know music, and you don't” voice, aka his normal voice.

“Shut up.” You told him playfully. “The only reason I messed up was your stupid leg.” 

He didn't say anything, but you could tell he was making that cute confused face of his. 

“Your leg, you keep bouncing it and shaking my body.” You clarify. “It's distracting me.”

“Oh.” He dragged on the word longer than he needed to. 

Wanting to know why, you turned to face him and found Rodrick had his signature smug look on his face. 

“Yea…” 

“How distracting am I?” 

Rodrick had that look in his eyes, that lace in his words to him, you were “distracted”. Scoffing, you rolled your eyes and turned back to the drums. 

“Not like that.” 

“Sure.” Rodrick whispered, dragging the word again, clearly unconvinced. 

Going back to playing, all you could think was how annoying it was when Rodrick was right about things like this. He was your boyfriend so if anybody could tell when you were feeling a little excited it was him, You weren't distracted before, but now you certainly were. And the bouncing of Rodrick's legs and squeezing of your hips weren't helping. 

“Maybe we should take a break.” Rodrick says, words still holding that suggestive tone. 

“And do what?” You ask genuinely. 

“Ya know.” He dances around the idea. “Something to help you relax.” 

A moment later, Rodrick was blasting Löded Diper and you were now sitting on his leg rather than his lap. Easing into his body, you laid your back to Rodrick's chest, his chin resting on your shoulder. You were barely moving, more so thinking about it than actually doing it. It was a tempting thought, of course, but would it really help you “relax”. Setting your inner turmoil aside, Rodrick decided it was best to take this into his own hands. Literally. 

Gently, his fingers caresses your skin, tips finding their way under your waist band before the pads dig into your flesh. A low groan leaving him as his hands squeezing the fat of your hips and thighs. He loved it when you were this close to him, sitting on his lap or on his leg, Rodrick didn't care. The sound burned a small smile of excitement into your face, skin starting to heat up. Continuing his movements, Rodrick stroked your skin before returning to a squeeze, but not releasing his hold this time. Instead, using it to rock your hips backward, the sudden pressure against your clit sending a rush through your body. A whimper slipping past your lips without your control. 

“Come on.” Rodrick cooed. “Stop acting like you don't like it.”

He presses a kiss to your neck, and you shudder at the warmth of his breath and although you couldn't see it, Rodrick was definitely smirking. Ignoring it and him, you rocked your hips again, rougher this time. Deeper. Biting back a moan as the rush returned. 

“Fine.” He gave up momentarily, seeing how fast you and your body were opening up to the idea. 

And more importantly, how much of it you were letting him control. It was his idea after all, Rodrick and his stupid leg were the reason you kept messing up. So why wouldn't he do all the work. Moving back and forth while the many layers between your skin quickly built friction as your clothed clit rubbed against his thigh. Your moans drowning in the sea of Löded Diper's heavy metal as your fingers found their way into his hair pulling and tugging at his scalp, desperate for his lips and tongue found their way to your neck. His mouth is immediate, sucking and ever so gently biting your skin. Wanting more than just the mess between your legs and wobble of your walk to be proof of his work. 

“Fuck Rodrick.” You whispered breaths deepening, shaking as your orgasm approached. 

“No.” He told you with a rasp to his voice. “Not yet.”

You whined as he suddenly slowed your movements, wanting to hear you admit your earlier “distraction” before giving you what you wanted. 

“Okay, okay, fine, I like it.” You caved in straightaway.

“You like what, huh?” He teased you. “Tell me what you like.” 

“I l-like” You hesitated, realizing you really had to say it out loud. “ I like riding your, your thigh.” You rushed it out, “Please Rodrick, I'm so close, please.”

He chuckled, a smirk. 

“Fine, but only because you asked so nicely, baby.” 

His grip tightened, nails digging into your skin as your grinding sped up. His lips met yours, silencing the beautiful noises you were making. In an instant, all the friction you'd built-up came tumbling down as your orgasm took over your body. You took your time with it, overindulging you tightly closed your legs, the pleasure becoming too much to bear, but still you continued to ride Rodrick's thigh. 

Masterlist

[wildemaven]

How Good It Is

Pairing: Benny Miller x Single Mom F!Reader

WC: 1411

Warnings: 18+ Blog; single mom, mention of child, new relationship/secret for the sake of the child, p in v (unprotected; on birth control), cumplay (I think), oral (f receiving), nipple play, feelings and fluff!

A/N: This is set early on in their relationship, before Supply & Demand. This was mainly based off some steamy kitchen blinking, and then I decided to add some feelings to it too. This is not beta’d, so all the mistakes are my own doing. Title is based off of this song.

Wild Love Series / Playlist / Main Masterlist

You were familiar with early mornings. Seeking solitude in the stillness as you meander throughout the house, coffee ground and dripping steadily before the sun had a chance to penetrate the kitchen windows. 

Weekday mornings were more structured and planned out—  breakfast, work emails and light chores were tended to between sips from your ceramic mug. Then you were rushing through last minute homework questions, packing lunches and adjusting outfits before heading to the bus stop at the end of the block. 

Weekends were less demanding of your time. There was an ease to them. If it was your weekend with your daughter, there was nowhere to rush off to, your time spent reading the book you had picked up from the library recently as you gradually drained the coffee pot. 

That was until Benny ambled into your life 9 months ago. A steady friendship grew into something a little more intimate as the weeks went on. 2 months after meeting him, following the win of one of his fights, he was asking to see you exclusively— girlfriend. 

Between work emails, you now quietly text him asking about his plan for the day, how his training session the night before went, even an exchange of a selfie or two— him still laid back in bed with his tousled hair and sleepy smile; you with your freshly washed face and a light touch of mascara, standing in front of the stove with a few eggs sizzling in a greased pan. 

If there was an opportunity for an actual phone call, you took it. You felt like teenagers, spending hours chatting about nothing and everything— there was never a dullness when Benny was involved. 

Those early morning phone calls slowly progressed into steamier conversations. Pent up desires, eager to be released in any capacity, resulting in the exchange of breathy gasps and yearning moans as orchestrated pleasure ripped through the sound waves over the phone. It wasn’t ideal, but it was enough— holding you both over until the next moment alone together. 

It was mornings like this one that you looked forward to, the house decorated in a trail of revealing lingerie, boxers and abandoned blankets leading to the hub of your home. The kitchen is quiet, save for the passionate efforts between the two of you, that had you reeling in bliss. The two of you alone, hands finding purchase on bare slick skin and any sturdy surface. 

“Oh Fuck! Ben— don’t stop! fuckfuckfuck! I’m almost there!” You manage to say as Benny holds you against an open kitchen wall, your leg thrown over his hip while he avidly thrusts into you. 

“Same— shit! You feel so good, Babe! Not gonna last much longer!” His words muffled against your neck. 

With one hand firmly on your propped up leg, he manages to snake the other one between your bodies, settling on your little bundle of nerves. His fingers work beautifully in circular motions, your aching cunt seizing up instantly. 

“Ahh! Yes! Ben— fuckyesyesyes! I’m going to come!” A whine emerges from your throat, your head falling back against the wall as your orgasm begins to break— muscles tensing and pulsing in rapturous delight. 

Your fingers card through his sweaty blonde locks, scraping against his scalp in such a manner that has his hips stuttering as he chases his peak. 

“You’re so good! Let go, Ben.” Your words hit somewhere deep within him, plucking that last cord in just the right way. 

“Fuck! I— I lov— fuckhnnghshit!” His hand flying up and slamming into the wall behind you as his spend empties into your still pulsating heat. 

His head rests against your shoulder, releasing your leg gently onto the ground. His hands settle on your hips, his touch warm and thoughtful as you both come down for your highs. 

“Shit! I got too caught up, forgot to pull out. ‘M sorry.” His breath fans across your chest, his apology riddled with sincerity. 

You pull his head up to your face, his baby blues still beaming in a lusty daze as he gazes at you, your fingers still toying with his hair. 

“It’s okay— I told you it was fine with the birth control they put me on. It was kind of hot too!” You smirk at him. 

His lips find yours in an unhurried manner, a post kitchen sex make out, all while those 3 words he almost said were still fresh in your mind. 

“I love you too.” You say against his kissed out lips. 

Pulling away briefly, a smile plastered on his handsome face, taking in fully what you had said. 

“I wanted to say it fully, but then— ya know.” 

“I know. And I still love you, too. I want Rory to meet you.” You say, the l-o-v-e word still tickling your lips. 

“Meet me? I’m confused, she knows me pretty well.” His brows fur at you suggesting he meet your daughter, again. 

“Yeah, but she knows you as Benny— the MMA fighter, the fun guy at the barbecues who lets her have an ungodly amount of sugar, the guy who listens intently to her stories and makes her laugh at his silly jokes. I want her to meet you as Ben, my boyfriend.” 

“Yeah? Are you sure?” Your words hitting him fully, the possibility of being able to openly act like your boyfriend has excitement stirring in him. 

There was an understanding when you began seeing each other, that you wanted to wait until you were ready to tell your daughter. You wanted to be sure that he was serious about not only you, but your daughter as well— and over the last few months he had been nothing short of amazing in proving that he wasn’t going anywhere. 

“Very sure.” 

His softened cock finally slips out of you, his spend trickle down your thigh prompts him to grab a towel from the counter, kneeling down and gently wiping it off. 

“When is Rory due back?” He asks, kissing your hip then standing to his full height. 

You peer over to the clock on the stove, noting it’s 7:00 am and  your ex should be dropping her off around 8 am. 

“In the next hour or so.”

“Okay. I can grab my stuff, be outta here in the next 20 minutes.” He says before taking a drink of his forgotten coffee. 

“Or— you could stay and we can all have breakfast together?” Grabbing the mug from his hands, taking a sip of the lukewarm liquid. 

“Today? You want to tell her today?” You nod softly, smiling into the mug as you finish off the rest of his coffee. “Shit— Yeah! You think she’s going to like me?” A worried look creeps over his face. 

“Ben— She loves you! Don’t worry— we can have breakfast here, then maybe walk down for some donuts and more coffee— I drank the last of yours and I’m out of beans.” 

He grabs the cup from you and places it on the counter, pulls you from where you’re still against the wall and spins you over to the kitchen island. Patting at your hip, encouraging you to jump as he grabs the back of your thighs to help you onto the counter top. 

“How much time did you say we had?” He says as he plasters kisses along your collarbone. 

“Mmmm— ‘bout an hour. Her dad will call when they’re almost here— Ahh!” You gasp as he takes your nipple into his mouth, his tongue massaging over the pebbled flesh before releasing it with a pop. 

His hand pushes at your chest to lay back, a few tugs at your hips to get you to scoot closer to the edge of the counter. A counter stool scraps across the wood floor, placing in front of your spread legs, he takes a seat. 

“Plenty of time for round three!” His breath is hot against your sensitive and wet cunt. 

A sexual essence infuses with the faint aroma of coffee, the minutes ticking away as Benny enthusiastically seeks out another earth shattering orgasm— discovering early on that over achieving was one of his best qualities. 

“Oh god!” You moan into the room as licks through your folds, his own moan vibrating against you as he tastes the salty mixture of you both. You grab on to the side of the counter, your back arches as his tongue flicks smoothly over your clit. 

“Just Ben, Babe.” 

[daemour]

banner by @nixiecreates

Pairing: Hongjoong x f!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

WC: 1009

Summary: You're oblivious to Hongjoong's advances. So he decides to tell you in the most obvious way he can

This took....way too long to write lol. it was supposed to come out like a week ago but I never finished it. atp tho, i just wanna get a fic out for u guys lol so no beta we die like men

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Hongjoong doesn’t know exactly when he started falling in love with you. And to be honest, he doesn’t want to pinpoint the moment either. That’s just not his style at all. He’s happy loving you without any of the theatrics. You haven’t caught onto his feelings, and Hongjoong is totally okay with that. He wants to see where this will lead naturally, so he does nothing but flirt…rather badly. And yet, you are still oh-so blind. Some days, he even questions if you do it on purpose.

Okay, maybe it bothers Hongjoong just a little bit. How much more obvious does he have to be? He wrote you a goddamn song!

“Seonghwa, I’m going to go mad,” Hongjoong complains to his best friend. “How is (Y/N) so dense?”

Unbothered, Seonghwa continues rearranging his mug cupboard. “Maybe you should talk to her,” he suggests, but Hongjoong physically cringes at the thought.

“Talk to her?” he repeats and Seonghwa sighs, finally turning around to face Hongjoong with a look of exasperation apparent.

“You said it yourself, Joong. (Y/N)’s totally oblivious to your…honestly quite embarrassingadvances. Either you tell her how you feel, or you don’t and just continue wallowing.”

Hongjoong huffs. “Stop being logical,” he grumbles but Seonghwa just smiles and returns to his task.

To be honest, Hongjoong might just follow Seonghwa’s advice. He’s a patient man…but not that patient. He values your friendship but knows that if he leaves it be he’s going to grow to resent himself and even you.

“Seonghwa.”

“No.”

“You didn’t even let me finish!” Hongjoong whines. “I just need your help with one thing!”

One of his mugs slams down on the counter. “Why am I friends with you? Fine, what do you want from me?”

Hongjoong beams. “I owe you! Okay, so I need you to help me convince this old lady to let me on her roof.”

Seonghwa is unimpressed. “Can I go back on my word?”

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When Hongjoong called you to meet him on your apartment rooftop, you had many questions. One of them was how he even got access to the roof, but that was not too much of a worry. He always knew how to charm people and your landlady was no exception.

“Joong, you better have a good explanation,” you start to playfully scold him but stop dead in your tracks at the sight before you. Flowers, far too many of them decorated…everything. It looked like a flower shop and you were stunned at the sight of it. In the centre of it all stood your very best friend.

“Surprise?” His words come out carefully and you can’t help but smile at his obvious nervousness.

“What is all this?” You can’t keep the wonder out of your voice.

Hongjoong smiles gently. “So…you’re kind of an idiot,” he proclaims, the (not so) baseless accusation making your mouth drop open.

“What?” you question, voice hardening.

Hongjoong backtracks, as he should. “Wait– that didn’t come out properly. I mean…you’re kinda blind?”

You stare at him. “For someone supposedly really good with words, you’re sure doing a shit job, Kim Hongjoong.” The corners of his lips pull down into a slight pout and you can’t hide your smile anymore. As much fun as it is to tease him, you know he didn’t mean it in that way. “What really is it, Joongie?”

Hongjoong is nervous, uncharacteristically so. You’ve seen him like this before, when he was best man at Wooyoung’s wedding and when he was working on important projects with a looming deadline, but never to this extent. “(Y/N), I have an important question.”

You frown, taking a few steps closer. “What is it?”

He takes a deep breath before looking at you with such softness in his eyes. “I’m in love with you.”

His words hit you like a truck. “You’re in love with me?” you can’t help but repeat his words although he doesn’t mind.

“Yes.” Hongjoong smiles crookedly, his eyes focused on you. “It was a slow process, I will admit. It took me a long time to untangle whether I was just…extra fond of you or if I was in love. In the end, are those two that different?”

You can’t help the smile making its way onto your face. “I suppose not.”

“And when I finally figured it out, I tried to tell you. Honestly, half the stuff I did was so damn embarrassing. But you just never noticed.”

You blink. “That was you trying to flirt?”

Hongjoong blinks, once, twice. “What?”

“What?” You stare back.

“You didn’t know I was flirting?” Hongjoong’s voice rises in pitch. “It was so obvious! I wrote you a song!”

He’s panicking and now so are you. “Which song? Every time you showed me a song all you did was ask my opinion! How was I supposed to know they were for me?”

“It was labelled your name, (Y/N)!” Hongjoong takes another deep breath as he sees that the conversation is not going the way he wanted it to. “Look, despite all that, I just figured you should know.”

You smile gently, and Hongjoong braces himself for the worst. “Well, thank you for letting me know that you’re falling for me too.”

Hongjoong’s brows scrunch at how you phrased that sentence…and then his mouth drops. “Too?” His voice cracks and you giggle, taking a step towards him.

“You heard me right, Joongie. You’re not the only one in love with their friend.”

Hongjoong can’t help his eyes tearing up, he really can’t. He wouldn’t say he’s an emotional guy per se but in this moment it seems all right to let it all out. “I’m glad,” he manages to choke out as he smiles back. “Can I kiss you?”

The question is sudden, but welcome judging from the shine in your eyes. “Please do,” you whisper, and Hongjoong moves to close the gap between you two. As his eyes close, he can’t help but think to himself that this is the life he wants to have forever.

[shukakumoodboard]

Choose violence: multiples of 6

oh hell yeah /is multipled

6. which ship fans are the most annoying?

ok so im fairly sure this is intended to be a "name the ship with annoying fans" ask but i'm actually going to interpret this as "name the type of shipping fans who are the most annoying" just to keep it funky fresh. and to that i say: shippers who actually do this shit and mean it

these are obviously fake generated but i digress. yes the icon is lee drawn as a cucumber. no i will not explain it

i see this in a lot of ships a lot of the time, and it's just like. why must you make this a ranked hierarchy of shippers with other people who enjoy the same ship? all that does is alienate other ship enjoyers who create fanwork. sure i'll crack a joke that i own the Rock Lee Fucks tag on ao3 because i am the person who created that specific tag, but i don't own gaalee or any other ship i've ever shipped or written or drawn for. like bruh. i've written 350k+ for that pair and i'd never be so far up my own ass as to declare myself supreme leader of gaalee or whatever.

i will however self-appoint myself glug server archivist. if it's findable i will find it. i'm standing in your yard because you mentioned how much snow fell in your region on a specific day. yes i know what hotel and floor you're on. i brought bagels. why are you screaming

12. answered!

18. it's absolutely criminal that the [gaalee] fandom has been sleeping on...

@urieskooki 's works in general. every single one of them deserves 420 kudos and 69 comments minimum. no one else has the power to make cake sitting, only fans, and bdsm all make sense together for a fandom of gay ninjas. im in hysterics. every single fic is a fucking banger. so fuckign help me i WILL bookbind some of them when i learn how. every single one of you who likes my sing a song of sleeptide is obligated to read the sunlight stopped coming through because it inspired a huge chunk of revelation

dear amber. im turning this ask into a lov letter. i wish for a fraction of ur talent with words. im going to reread lean beef patty rn. u can top me anytime

24. answered!

i WILL talk shit and probably SHOULD get hit

[thesakuragarnet]

The League Of Villains Go To Disney: An unfinished crackfic mini series for just good vibes

Summary: After several failed attempts to infiltrate UA, the League decides on a mandated vacation for "bonding" using their newly acquired assets from the Paranormal Liberation Front.

Disclaimer: This fic is unfinished, BUT, I may pick it back up eventually. Still have some drafts muddling about.

THIS FIC IS 18+ FOR SOME SLIGHTLY SENSUAL THEMES!

Tags: Swearing, Disney references, League of Villains as family, found family, league of villains shenanigans, crackfic, fluff, slight DabiHawks, alternate universe, chaotic LOV, implied s3xual content, domestic fluff, comedy, dysfunctional family, forced bonding, slight Spinneraki

Word Count: 9,087 words

AO3 link

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Chapter 1: Are We There Yet?

"Again! Encore! Encore!" Toga squeals as "Love Is An Open Door" ends on the Bluetooth speaker for the eighth time. 

"NO! IF YOU TWO DON'T STOP SINGING, I'M GONNA PUKE FOR REAL THIS TIME!" Dabi snarls, tightly gripping the seat beneath him as he rolls down the tinted window. Toga and Twice cross their arms in frustration as Toga reluctantly chooses a different Disney song. 

"Will you keep it down back there?! I'm trying to concentrate on the road!" Spinner gripes as he hits another pothole, jarring the entire van. They'd managed to hotwire an empty van with enough space to carry everyone and were headed to the "Art of Animation" resort. Toga and Twice picked it out, but everyone got to choose which section they wanted to stay in and who they wanted to room with. 

"C'mon, Dabi. Where's your Disney spirit?" Hawks chides, punching him in the shoulder. His teasing stare is met with a cold glare from his boyfriend, and he shrinks back into the seat next to Dabi. Dabi, Hawks, and Mr. Compress are all packed together in the backseat while Toga, Twice, and Shigaraki sit in the middle seats of the van. Shigaraki is too absorbed in his Nintendo Switch to be bothered by their singing. Kurogiri rides shotgun while Spinner hastily drives through the busy streets.

"Of all the times of the year. I wasn't expecting spring to be so damn crowded," The lizard gripes as he screeches the vehicle to a stop. Dabi shuts his eyes and shoves his earbuds in his ears as Mr. Compress pulls up the room numbers on his phone. 

"You're just lucky that we all brought masks to wear so it'll be harder to recognize us. If everyone behaves accordingly, we should be able to have an enjoyable trip without getting arrested. This is why we're at Disney World and not Tokyo Disneyland. We have less of a chance to be discovered here. I doubt they even pay attention to what goes on in our news," Kurogiri remarks as he opens up his paper map that leads to the hotel. 

"Why didn't you just warp us there?" Dabi snarls, and Kurogiri turns back to look at him. 

"All for One said we aren't allowed to use our Quirks here. That was the condition. If we use our Quirks, we're more likely to be discovered," Kurogiri explains. 

"Oh, like Birdbrain isn't going to be obvious?" Dabi snarls, turning up the volume on his phone to drown everyone out as he closes his eyes. 

"Pfft. They don't know about the Number Two Hero, here. All they know is All Might and Endeavor," Compress comments. 

"Hey, I have a following in America!" Hawks huffs, and his wings ruffle, getting in Compress and Dabi's faces. They both promptly shove his wings out of the way. 

"How much longer? I wanna finish this level before we get out of the car," Shigaraki pipes up, and Spinner checks his GPS. 

"Ten minutes," Spinner answers as he revs the engine. 

"Speedrunnnn," Shigaraki mumbles under his breath as he starts erratically mashing buttons. 

...

"OH MY GOD WE'RE HERE!!!!" Toga squeals as Spinner turns past the Art of Animation sign. Her scream jolts Dabi awake, who realizes that Hawks fell asleep on him. He reflexively pushes him off, and Hawks yawns before blinking awake. 

"Fake ID's ready?" Kurogiri asks to the general crowd, and everyone nods. Toga unzips the pink backpack at her feet and pulls out a set of Minnie Mouse ears that she slaps onto her head, awkwardly pushing back her space buns. Spinner swerves into a parking space and jumps out of the car before popping the trunk open. 

"Everybody OUT!" The lizard orders, and everyone scrambles out of the car. Spinner pulls his brown hiker backpack over his shoulders as Kurogiri grabs a singular black suitcase from the trunk. 

"Move!" Shigaraki grips as he snatches a Spider-Man backpack from the top of the pile and carefully places his Switch inside it. Twice grabs one black and one pink duffel and hands Toga a glittering pink tote bag while Compress takes his modest brown briefcase from the side compartment. Finally, Dabi reaches to pull his purple rolling suitcase when he notices the number of remaining bags in the car. 

"Dude. I told you to pack light," He growls as Hawks nervously walks to the trunk.

"I did!" He insists as he grabs the final three giant red duffels. Dabi takes out one of his earbuds and tucks it in his T-shirt before pulling up his hood. Spinner unceremoniously slams the trunk shut before the group makes their way to the colorful building to check in. 

...

"Did everyone get checked in okay?" Kurogiri asks as he does a headcount. The rag-tag bunch is crowded in front of the gigantic "Nemo" themed pool. Toga stares at the giant turtle statue with an awestruck expression, and Twice dances from foot to foot next to her. 

"Alrighty. Toga, Twice, Compress, you three will be staying in 'Finding Nemo' suite. Toga gets dibs on the master bedroom so she can have her privacy. You two will have to fight over who sleeps on the sofa bed or the table bed," Kurogiri explains as he gives out their Magic Bands. 

"OH! I WANNA SLEEP ON A TABLE! No, the sofa is definitely the better option," Twice argues with himself as Kurogiri walks towards Hawks and Dabi. He pulls out Dabi's other earbud, which makes him snap to attention, and a thin curl of smoke rises out of his ear. 

"You two. 'The Lion King' Suite. Do whatever you want, I don't care. Just please don't be too troublesome," Kurogiri sighs as he hands the bands to Hawks. Dabi sniffs as he takes the black magic band from Hawks before helping him put on his red one. 

"That leaves Spinner and Shigaraki. You'll be staying with me in the 'Cars' area," Kurogiri drones as Shigaraki starts jumping up and down. 

"DO I GET TO MEET THE LIGHTNING MCQUEEN!" Shigaraki cackles excitedly as he pulls on both of his protective gloves. 

"Wow, didn't know our fearless leader was some car's biggest fan," Dabi snickers, and Shigaraki shoots him an indignant look. 

"Lightning McQueen is not 'some car'! He's a legend!" Shigaraki snaps. 

"You know it's just a movie right? He's just computer code," Spinner comments, only for Shigaraki to kick him in the shin. 

"Hey! No fighting! This is going to be a nice bonding experience! Now everyone get unpacked and we'll meet up for dinner at the cafeteria. We're waiting to go to any parks until tomorrow. I was able to book us a full week here," The wispy man clarifies before the three groups split off. 

Chapter 2: Welcome to the Jungle

"Did you pack everything you own, Featherhead?" Dabi growls as he drags his rolling suitcase down the walkway leading to "The Lion King" area. 

"Of course not," Hawks retorts as he grapples with his duffels. The sun sets over the resort as the two walk side by side, dodging sprinting toddlers in swim trunks as their parents try to corral them toward the "Nemo" swimming pool. 

"OOOOH! Dabi, look it's Mufasa!" Hawks gasps as he points to the giant lion statue that looks out over the Pride Rock structure. Dabi, however, doesn't hear him as he already put his earbuds back in. He walks a few feet away before he realizes Hawks is no longer by his side. Dabi's eyes narrow as he turns around to see Hawks taking a selfie with the statue. 

"Hawks!" He growls, gripping the handle of his luggage tighter as he leers at him from under his sunglasses. Hawks' smile fades as he slowly puts his phone back in his pocket and skips back to Dabi's side. The two walk past an archway with Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa, past the towering green, "forested" buildings towards the Elephant Graveyard. 

"Ughhhh, why are we close to all the bad guys," Hawks groans, "I wanted to be near the Hakuna Matata section."

"I like the hyenas, jackass," Dabi snaps, taking out an earbud so he doesn't lose the feathered hero again. "All I want is just two minutes. Of uninterrupted punk music. Just two fucking minutes," He growls under his breath as they walk behind the giant replica of the Elephant Graveyard and the three laughing hyenas. They walk up to the automatic doors and are immediately hit with AC and the smell of fresh linens. 

"Third floor. Perfect view of the graveyard at night. I think Toga said it glows red in the cave," Dabi mutters as they strut to the elevator. Hawks struggles to shove all of his bags in as Dabi awkwardly positions himself next to the buttons and pushes the number three. 

Ding!

The elevator doors open, and Dabi roughly pushes Hawks out of the cramped elevator. 

"Hey!" Hawks grumbles as Dabi struts down the hallway, following the pawprint pattern on the carpeting until they reach their room. Dabi holds his black Magic Band up to the gray sensor above the door handle, and the light flashes from red to green as a resounding click sounds from the door. 

"Home sweet home," Dabi sighs as he opens the door, and Hawks follows him inside. Hawks' eyes widen as he takes in all of the references to the Disney movie as Dabi heads toward the bedroom. The small living room has stools with lyrics on them, and a table bed with a picture of Simba inside rests just to the left across from a small bathroom. Dabi throws his suitcase on the Queen bed in the bedroom and unzips it, getting out his leather jacket and various band T-shirts as he pulls open one of the drawers on the dresser. Hawks hefts his duffel bags into the room and grunts as he sets them on the ground. 

"So, am I...I...sleeping on the pull-out couch?" Hawks stammers, and Dabi raises his eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder. 

"Do you want to sleep on the pull-out couch?" Dabi says flatly, and Hawks vigorously shakes his head. 

"I thought it was implied that we'd both be sleeping in here," Dabi shrugs as he hangs up his jacket in the closet. 

"Just making sure," Hawks smiles, clapping his hands together before he starts unzipping his bags. The scarred villains yawns as he falls backward flat onto the bed, stretching out and putting his hands behind his head. 

"You gonna be okay not using your Quirk for a week?" Hawks pries as he starts putting his clothes away in the closet. 

"It'll be a relief. Less pain," Dabi mumbles, closing his eyes as he waits for Hawks to finish unpacking.

"Why do you feel pain exactly when you use your Qu-" Hawks starts as he puts away his last athletic shirt. 

"What did I tell you about asking me that," Dabi snaps, getting off the bed and walking up behind Hawks. 

"Sorry," Hawks mumbles as he turns around and comes face to face with his boyfriend. Dabi pulls down his black mask and suddenly grabs Hawks' chin before roughly kissing him. Hawks' wings flutter, but Dabi ends it almost as quickly as he started. 

"Let's get going. I don't feel like getting bitched at by Handjob," Dabi says as he pulls his mask back up over his nose to hide his scars and slides his sunglasses back on. Hawks swallows hard and nods as Dabi walks out of the bedroom, and he swiftly follows him, a few feathers floating to the ground behind the Pro Hero.

Chapter 3: Under the "Frozen" Sea

"Alllllrighty! That's the last of my Disney ears! Twiiiiiice! Did you bring all our pins?" Toga calls as she finishes arranging her various themed ear headbands on her dresser. 

"Yup! Right here, Toga!" Twice beams as he brandishes a box full of enamel Disney pins from his black duffel. It makes a terrible jingling noise from all of the collectibles sliding against one another, and Compress cringes. "I'll put them on the little green seats by the sofa bed!" He calls to her as Toga digs through her duffel bag to hang up her outfits. 

"Hey, Twice. You know that movie you and Toga love so much?" Compress pipes up as he sits down in the corner chair, scrolling through articles on his phone. 

"Encanto?" Twice raises his eyebrow, and Compress shakes his head. 

"Brave?" Twice asks again, but Compress waves his hand. 

"No, no. It's that one. The one that you were singing in the car all the way down here," He snaps his fingers, trying to remember the name. 

"Frozen!!" Twice exclaims, jumping up and down, and Compress nods. 

"Yeah, there's actually some pretty interesting theories around it," Compress drones as Toga eavesdrops on the two of them from the bedroom. 

"Theories?" Twice jumps onto the table-bed and puts his chin in his hands, eagerly listening. 

"Yes, theories. As in, some believe that Walt Disney himself has been frozen somewhere underneath the park! There's some secret vault that conspiracy theorists believe to contain his frozen head!" Compress says as Twice encourages him to continue. Toga's heart skips. She loved blood, but she hated creepy stories. She continues listening intently as she unpacks her makeup and puts it on her bathroom counter. 

"A frozen head! That's crazy! No way that's real! It sounds believable to me!" Twice drones in his dual banter as Compress continues his conspiratorial tirade. 

"People say that the reason it's named frozen is so, if you Google 'Disney's Frozen' or anything like that, the rumors regarding the vault and head won't pop up! Instead, your feed will be filled with that lovely movie!" Compress's eyes widen as he continues, and Twice gasps. 

"Holy shit! That's so cool! Creeeeeepy!" The morph-suited man laughs nervously as his head twitches back and forth. A chill runs down Toga's spine, and she anxiously scratches her elbow. 

'So much for sleeping tonight... Ugh... All I can think about is that creepy guy's icy dead head, now...' She thinks to herself as she cringes, shoving her hair ties into a drawer. She pulls her phone out and opens up her text messages with Dabi. Toga starts typing as Compress begins describing the rumored vault and powerful figures behind the conspiracy in detail. 

Toga: Dabssssss. Compress & Twice are being suuuuuper creepy. 

Immediately, Dabi starts typing. 

Dabi: Pedo creepy?

Toga groans, moving her fingers as fast as she can. 

Toga: NO! Like scary creepy. Scary stories creepy. 

Dabi: Toga. You sleep with a knife under your pillow. 

Toga: I can't use it if I'm asleep and exposed. I'm sleeping in a room by myself. 

Dabi: They're literally right outside your room. You'll be fine. 

Toga: Can I crash with u and Hawks tonight?

Dabi leaves her message on read, and Toga sighs, shoving her phone back into the pocket of her navy skirt. She tries to ignore Twice and Compress's excited voices, but all she can think about is Walt Disney's open eyes staring at her through an ice block in some steel chamber. She grabs one of her eyeshadow brushes from her makeup bag and grabs one of her red eyeshadow palettes. 

"Don't ruin my favorite movie, dumb magician," She gripes under her breath as she reapplies the sweeping red smoky eye to her face. 

Ding!

Toga pulls out her phone and sets her brush and palette on the countertop. It's a message from Dabi. 

Dabi: Are you guys coming? Hawks and I are the only ones here. He's trying to drag me into the gift shop. SOS

Toga gasps.

"TWICE THERE'S A GIFT SHOP!!!!!!!" She screams at the top of her lungs, shattering the men's conversation. 

"WHAT?! No, we can't spend any money. LET'S BUY EVERYTHING!" Twice's voice pitches up and down as his attention is completely torn away from Compress. 

Ding!

Birdman: Dabi won't let me get anything. If you and Twice get over here we can overpower him. I'll buy you cotton candy at Magic Kingdom.

A blissful smile spreads across Toga's face as she darts out of the bathroom. 

"Hawks is buying me cotton candy, let's go!" She giggles as she grabs her pink Magic Band and promptly runs out of the ocean-themed suite. Compress sighs as he watches Twice sprint out of the door after her. The magician grabs his cane and slowly follows them, deciding to hold off on the conspiracy rants for the time being.

Chapter 4: KACHOW!

"WHAT?! THIS IS BULLSHIT!!!" Shigaraki screeches as he stands in front of the statue of Lightning McQueen and Sally from Disney's Cars. 

"Tomura, surely you didn't expect him to talk to you. It's just decoration for the theme," Spinner sighs, putting his hand on his boss's shoulder. 

"Well...they...they have other characters in the parks that you get to meet and talk to. I thought I could get his autograph or something," Shigaraki frowns dejectedly, adjusting the hand on his face. 

"I believe there's an attraction in the Hollywood Studios park where he actually talks. Perhaps that would be of interest. Now, come along," Kurogiri says before leading the two villains into the building marked "Cozy Cone Motel". Shigaraki mutters under his breath as he fidgets with his protective gloves. Kurogiri touches his silver Magic Band to the gray bar above the door, and the green light flashes, allowing them inside. Shigaraki's eyes widen as they enter the Cars themed room, and he removes the hand from his face in awe. 

"Woooow. It's like we're in the movie!" He beams, and Spinner shakes his head, trying to hide the smile on his face. Spinner finds it odd that their boss acts like a child; something must've happened in his childhood for him to remain in such an immature state. Tomura was the second youngest in the group, only older than Toga. The only thing that made sense for him to lead was his Quirk. He runs up to the table and pulls the bed down, revealing a picture of Tow Mater. 

"I CALL THIS ONE!" He squeals excitedly as he throws his Spider-Man backpack onto it. Kurogiri moves toward the main bedroom and begins to unpack his things while Spinner starts unfolding the pull-out couch bed. 

"Oooooh! Spinner! Wanna stay up all night watching movies!" The crusty villain says excitedly, clapping his hands together. 

"No. Everyone has to be in bed tonight at a reasonable time so we can get up early tomorrow," Kurogiri orders, and Shigaraki whines. 

"Who made you the boss?" He snaps. 

"All for One," Kurogiri retorts calmly, and Shigaraki shuts up. 

Spinner slams his hiking pack on the bed with a resounding creak and unzips it. He calmly slides a katana out of the backpack (that looks like it definitely shouldn't have fit) and slides it under his pillow. 

"Isn't that dangerous?" Shigaraki points out, but Spinner just shrugs. 

"Haven't died yet," The gecko smirks, and Shigaraki shakes his head as he pulls out his Nintendo Switch and plugs it into the nightstand by his bed. 

"I guess I have to wear these stupid things the entire trip," Shigaraki growls as he scratches at the protective gloves. They were specially made to sensor his Quirk, allowing him to freely touch things.

"Will it really be so bad to actually wear them? Hell, you can boop doggos on the snoot now," Spinner laughs, and Shigaraki cringes. 

"Never say that again. You're too old," Shigaraki snarls. 

"I'm only one year older than you," Spinner mutters under his breath. 

"Alright, you two. Let's meet up with everyone else. There's a large cafeteria where we can get food," Kurogiri says excitedly as he walks out of the bedroom and opens the suite door. 

Chapter 5: Be Our Guest

"I miss the bar," Dabi growls as he finishes off the bottle of ginger ale.

"Awwww, is someone being nostalgic," Hawks teases, and Dabi pulls his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to glare at him. 

"No. I want alcohol," He snaps, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Hawks rolls his eyes and puts his head down on the table dejectedly, taking a bite out of his last chicken tender. 

"Can we go to the gift show, now?" Hawks begs, and Dabi shakes his head. 

"HEYYYYYYYYY!" Toga's squeal is audible over the blaring DisneyMania music as she skips over to their table. She's holding a souvenir cup full of pink lemonade in one hand and a plate of chocolate crepes in another. 

"Togaaa! Wait up!" Twice calls after her, holding a tray both of his and Compress's food as the masked magician follows closely behind. 

"Toga, you're gonna be up all night with all that sugar," Dabi sighs as she slams the plate down in the booth on the other side of him. 

"Whatever, you're not the boss of me," She sticks her tongue out at him before she starts scarfing it down. 

"Good luck," Dabi smirks at Compress as he sits across from Hawks at the big round table. The older magician sighs and shakes his head as he takes off his top hat. 

"There you idiots are," Shigaraki calls as he, Spinner, and Kurogiri spot the rag-tag bunch. Once everyone gets settled at the table, Kurogiri unfolds a paper from his pocket and places it in the center. 

"Alright, so. Tomorrow, we're going to Magic Kingdo-" The wispy man starts. 

"OH MY GOD YAY!!!!!!!!" Toga squeals, squirming in her seat. 

Kurogiri clears his throat before continuing, "Yes. Magic Kingdom. Then, Tuesday, we're going to Animal Kingdom. Wednesday is EPCOT. Thursday is Hollywood Studios. Friday is back to Magic Kingdom. Saturday we can go to any of the waterparks, and then Sunday we're flying back to Japan."

"Cool. So is there gonna be a designated buddy system or something?" Shigaraki yawns, sipping out of his twisty straw. Kurogiri shrugs. 

"No one should be by themselves at any given time," Kurogiri explains. 

"Well, I guess Dabi will be attached to his pretty little pro the entire time, huh," Shigaraki sneers, looking at Dabi and expecting a witty comeback. 

Dabi starts muttering lyrics under his breath and stares off into space, completely zoning out as Shigaraki speaks to him. 

"Hey! Burn victim! I'm talking to you, Hot Topic!" Shigaraki starts snapping aggressively in Dabi's face, but he doesn't even flinch. Toga cups her hand to her ear and listens to the music playing in the cafeteria before her eyes widen and she nods. 

"Yeah, you're not gonna get anything out of him until this is over. It's 'Surface Pressure' from Encanto," Toga shrugs before sipping her pink lemonade. 

"What does that have to do with anything?" Spinner huffs. 

"Did you not pay attention to him when that scene was playing? Dabi was totally going through some kind of connection or weird awakening with that song. It's no wonder he never talks about his family if he relates to it," Toga explains ambivalently. 

"I know how to snap him out of it," Hawks smirks before sticking his finger in his mouth and pulling it out. Toga cringes as Hawks suddenly jams his finger in Dabi's ear.

"AGH! WHAT THE FUCK! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Dabi suddenly screams, grabbing Hawks by the throat and shoving him into the booth. Toga giggles psychotically and claps; Kurogiri looks around nervously, making sure they aren't drawing too much attention to themselves. 

"Sorry," Hawks gargles as Dabi squeezes his throat, his eyes burning into the winged Hero. 

"Calm down, guys! BEAT HIS ASS, BRO!" Twice's dual-toned banter sounds off. Dabi's lip curls as he slowly lets Hawks free, and the hero promptly goes into a coughing fit, rubbing his neck. 

"Okay. Everyone settle down. Please," Kurogiri pleads, and Dabi straightens up. 

"Sorry," He mutters sarcastically.

...

Everyone else has already retreated to their rooms, but Hawks, Twice, and Toga are still running giddily through the gift shop. 

"Ooooooh! Look at these, Twice!" Toga trills as she picks up a professional drawing of Merida fighting Mor'du. 

"Oh to be a princess fighting a bear!" Twice sighs as Hawks comes up behind them in oversized Minnie Mouse sunglasses and a Powerline bomber jacket. 

"Do you think Dabi's gonna be mad?" He says sheepishly, showing off the yellow fake leather. 

"Na. He'll probably just say you look like a highlighter," Toga shakes her head as she runs over to more Disney Princess merch. 

"I didn't know you liked A Goofy Movie," Twice remarks, and Hawks smiles. 

"Oh heck yeah, bro. Dabs and I watch it all the time. Don't tell him I told you this, but he knows every word to 'Stand Out' and 'Eye to Eye'," Hawks winks as his voice gets more hushed, and Twice snickers. Toga returns with a sweatshirt that says "Let It Go!" on the front. 

"Okay, let's get out of here!" She smiles as she skips to the checkout line. 

Chapter 6: Do You Wanna Build A Snowman?

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Dabi and Hawks both freeze mid-kiss as Toga bangs on the door of their suite, her face drenched in tears. 

“Who the hell is that?!” Hawks whispers, panicked. 

“No idea. Stay here,” Dabi reluctantly growls as he pulls away from his boyfriend and releases his grip on his shoulders. He pulls on his gray boxers and tattered navy sweatpants before walking to the door. Upon looking through the peephole, he sees Toga intensely pounding on the door in her Lilo and Stitch pajamas. Dabi groans before he cracks the door open. 

“What do you want Tog-” He starts, but his voice catches in his throat when he sees the tears streaming down her face. 

“I’m sorry I know you and Hawks wanted alone time which is why you’re all the way over here but I had a really REALLY bad nightmare and Compress and Twice won’t stop talking about the frozen Disney head and can I just sleep in here tonight?!?!?!?!?” Toga rambles in a single breath as she frantically wipes her tears away. Dabi’s harsh expression softens and he rubs the back of his neck. 

“Uhhhhh,” He mutters, staring at the floor to think. 

“Please?” Toga sniffs, making the best “puppy dog” expression she can manage. Dabi sighs and mutters something under his breath before dragging his hand down his face in exasperation. 

“One second. I’ll be right back,” He says before slowly shutting the door and walking back to the bedroom. 

“It’s Toga,” Dabi mutters, his eyebrows furrowing as he stands in the doorway, leaning against the frame. 

“Is she okay?” Hawks raises his eyebrow as he covers himself with the comforter. 

“She…she needs to stay with us tonight. Bad dream. The guys aren’t helping,” Dabi explains as he walks in the room and jerks open a drawer. 

“Guess that means we’re putting this on pause,” Hawks mutters, rolling his eyes. 

“I’m gonna sleep on the couch so I’m out there with her. She’ll feel safer that way. You cool with sleeping in here by yourself?” Dabi asks as he pulls an old white T-shirt over his head. 

“Aw, what? The hell, man?” Hawks pouts, and Dabi just shakes his head. 

“This is one night. We have the rest of the week. Once we hit the parks she’ll be too distracted and will completely forget about it. Trust me. And then, I'll be in here with you all night long,” The scarred villain smiles before walking back to the bedside. 

“Goodnight,” He whispers before swiftly kissing Hawks on the cheek and then shoving his face away. Hawks mutters dissents under his breath as he rubs the spot where Dabi pushed him, his eyes narrowing as his lover leaves the room and shuts the door behind him. 

Dabi takes a deep breath before opening the door again, this time completely wide open. 

“Come on,” He says with a tired smile, and Toga darts into the room and immediately leaps onto the table bed. Dabi shuts the door and begins throwing off the couch cushions so he can pull out the foldable bed. 

“Oh, you’re not gonna be with Hawks?” Toga says with a hint of relief in her voice. 

“If anyone tries to take your head in the night, they’ll have to deal with me first,” Dabi smirks as he turns off the light and climbs into the creaky sofa-bed. Toga smiles to herself as she wraps up in the thin sheets and spare blanket on the small mattress. 

“They’d run as soon as they’d see your scary face,” Toga giggles, her fangs glistening in the moonlight flooding through the curtains. Dabi rolls his eyes. 

“The last person that said something about my scary face ended up burning in an alley,” He yawns, scratching at the staples on his neck as he lies down. 

“Hawks seems to like your face,” Toga points out, and Dabi tries to hide his smile. 

“Yeah. Yeah, he does,” He whispers to himself, attempting to get comfortable on the makeshift bed. 

“I wish Izuku or Ochaco would like my face,” Toga pouts, sniffing. 

“Hey. You have a wonderful face, Himiko Toga. Anyone who tells you otherwise will have a whole league of villains to deal with,” Dabi says encouragingly, cracking his knuckles for emphasis. Toga smiles brightly. 

“Thank you. For everything,” She whispers.

“Of course, sis,” Dabi yawns absentmindedly as he drifts off to sleep.

…

“Hey, Dabi?”

Silence. 

“Dabi?”

More silence. 

“PSSST! DABI!” Toga whisper-screams, and the burned man turns to face her. 

“ What?! ” He snaps, clearly exhausted. He hated being woken up. 

“Do you really think there’s a frozen head under Disney World?” She stammers. “Of course not, Toga. That’s horse shit,” Dabi yawns, rubbing his eyes as he moves to face the wall again.

“Oh. Okay,” She calmly says, and Dabi starts to drift off to sleep again. 

“Hey, Dabi?” Toga whispers again. “Toga, go to sleep,” He says flatly, closing his eyes. If he didn’t see her as a younger sister, he would’ve kicked her out by now. It was getting irritating. 

“How’d you get your scars?” She pries, curiosity in her tone. Dabi’s eyes snap open, but he says nothing. 

“Dabi?” Her voice echoes off the walls, but he remains still as a statue. He holds his tongue and stares into the dark nothingness.

“Guess he fell asleep for real this time,” Toga mutters to herself before snuggling into the blanket and falling into dreams. Dabi, on the other hand, is now struck with insomnia. 

‘Great,’ He thinks, ‘Now I’m going to be the one that has a nightmare.’

Chapter 7: Take Small Children By The Hand

BANG! BANG! BANG!“ Fucking shit! ” Dabi gasps as he jolts awake, sitting straight up. His left palm suddenly ignites as someone bangs on the suite door. Hawks bursts through the bedroom door in nothing but bright red boxers and brandishes one of his sword feathers, a half-asleep look on his face. Toga, on the other hand, remains fast asleep in the bed with the pillow on her head. Her mouth hangs open as she snores. 

“DABI! HAWKS! OPEN UP! TOGA’S GONE!” Twice’s voice screams through the door. Dabi groans and mutters curses under his breath as he stalks toward the door and jerks it open. 

“She’s in here, you crazy bastard. Let the whole resort know she’s missing why don’t ya. Shut the fuck up,” Dabi snaps, pointing toward Toga’s sleeping form. Twice sighs in relief and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand. 

“Oh thank God. Compress and I were so worried when we checked on her this morning and saw she was gone,” He whispers, anxiously twiddling his thumbs. 

“Well maybe if you morons weren’t creeping her out with your dumb theories, she still woulda been in there,” Dabi seethes under his breath. 

“Huh?” Twice cocks his head, not sure if he heard Dabi correctly or not. Dabi just rolls his eyes and slams the door in his face. Hawks groggily puts his feather sword back into his wings, and Dabi just looks him up and down. 

“What? Couldn’t put on a pair of pants?” Dabi mocks him, and Hawks’ face turns bright red. 

“I-I didn’t know if you were in danger or not,” Hawks stammers, flustered. 

“Uh-huh. Okay. Go get dressed,” Dabi snorts before pushing Hawks back into the bedroom and shutting the door. He yawns and stretches, wincing at the stretching staples in his back and abdomen before he goes to the table-bedside. 

“Toga. Wake up. We gotta get ready to go. Twice is outside looking for you,” He whispers as he gently shakes her awake. Toga sleepily blinks awake and slowly lifts her head out from under the pillow. 

“Morning, Dabiiiii,” She sings, smiling, “No nightmares.”

“Good. Now go with Twice so you can get dressed for the park. I figure you’ll wanna bring your princess headband ear things,” Dabi says softly as he tears the covers off. 

“Okay, I’m going. I’m going,” Toga grumbles as she leaps off of the bed and opens the door. 

“TOGA! I’M SO GLAD YOU’RE OKAY!” Twice shouts before wrapping her up in a bear hug. 

“I’m fine! Sorry that I had to leave last night! Y’all were just being a little too scary for me. I’m excited!!! Let’s go!” She squeals before the two best friends run off skipping arm in arm together. Dabi closes the door and sniffs before walking to the bathroom to shower.

…

After breakfast, the group clamors onto one of the Disney Parks buses to get to the Magic Kingdom. 

“Now, we must always stay with a buddy at all times throughout the park. We’ll go to Tomorrowland first after we get a picture in front of the castle,” Kurogiri explains, but only Spinner and Compress are listening. Shigaraki plays his Nintendo Switch while Toga, Twice, and Hawks look out the window. Dabi is half-asleep with his hood and mask pulled up, his earbuds blaring music at such a volume that it’s a wonder he’s even able to sleep. 

“OOOH! OOOH! I SEE THE SIGN!” Toga squeals excitedly, grabbing Twice’s arm and shaking it. 

“The most magical place on Earth! This is gonna suck,” Twice beams and then gripes, his head twitching back and forth. The bus takes a wide turn, making Dabi smack right into the pole, and he jerks awake. He takes out his earbuds and shoves them in the pockets of his black hoodie before looking out the window. 

“Mess him up, Pikachu. Or I swear I’m going to evolve you,” Shigaraki mutters under his breath as he furiously clicks the buttons on his gaming system. 

“Shigaraki. You can’t be on that the entire time. If you don’t put it up yourself, I’m going to take it away,” Kurogiri reprimands Tomura. The leader just growls and saves his game before sliding it into Kurogiri’s giant backpack. He was the designated “stuff-holder” for the trip because he was convinced his colleagues would lose everything. They would forget their heads at home if he wouldn’t remind them to put them on their shoulders. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, please gather your personal belongings, watch your head and step as you exit, and take small children by the hand,” The bus-speaker sounds, promptly causing Dabi to grab Toga’s hand. 

“Hey!” Toga frowns. 

“You’re gonna look at me and tell me you’re not a small child?” Dabi teases her, and Toga pouts. 

“I know what I am,” She sticks her tongue out at him, and he laughs before standing up. Kurogiri places his hands on Shigaraki’s shoulders to make sure he doesn’t wander off as they all step off the bus. 

“Okay. Now, we have to go through the metal detector and the bag check,” Kurogiri mutters as they all begin walking from the bus stops toward the gates of the park. 

“The, uh, the what now?” Toga mutters, suddenly nervous. 

“Toga. Don’t tell me,” Dabi groans as he lets go of her hand. Hawks sighs. 

“Did no one check her?” The winged hero remarks. Kurogiri takes a deep breath and walks up to Toga. 

“Himiko. I’m going to warp all your knives away. I have to. We can’t go through the bag check. They’ll be in your room when you get back to the resort,” Kurogiri says authoritatively, and Toga reluctantly complies. The group crowds around the two to shield them from view as Toga gradually hands over all of her weapons to the wispy figure. A full five minutes go by before they’re all gone. 

“Alright. Now, to Magic Kingdom!” Compress declares, and the group starts following the giant crowds. 

Chapter 8: Main Street

“Where’s Dabi?” Twice suddenly asks as the group gathers behind the check area. 

“He’s yelling at the cast members and calling them ableist fucks for inquiring about all the surgical staples and metal,” Hawks says flatly as he watches his boyfriend making obscene gestures. 

“He’s gonna get us kicked out. Why is he so cranky?” Spinner complains.

“He’s always cranky. That’s his thing,” Shigaraki replies, but Toga shakes her head. 

“No, it’s because of me. I don’t think he slept much last night because I kept asking him questions,” Toga admits, scratching her head where the Princess ears are rubbing.

“I’ll go handle it,” Kurogiri sighs as he walks over to the fuming twenty-four-year-old and the nervous cast member. The group watches Kurogiri step between them and relay something to the woman while Dabi holds his tongue, clearly irritated that Kurogiri is talking for him. Whatever he did, it seems to have worked, as the two walk back to the group. 

“What did Kurogiri say?” Hawks raises his eyebrow. 

“That he’s orchestrating a retreat for troubled individuals. Isn’t entirely a lie. And that I have anger issues. Which also, not entirely a lie,” Dabi growls before shoving one of his earbuds back in. 

“I WANNA GO SEE THE CASTLE!” Toga whines, jumping up and down excitedly. “LET’S GO! LET’S GO!” She grabs Twice by the arm and the two begin skipping away. 

“Well, shit. We gotta keep up or we’re gonna lose them. Come on,” Dabi sighs as he grabs Hawks’ hand and sprints after them, dragging the startled Pro behind him. 

“We’ll meet you guys there!” Spinner calls out as he, Shigaraki, Compress, and Kurogiri stop by the map station.

…

“Alright, smiles on three! One! Two! Three!” The photographer says as he takes the group’s picture in front of the castle on Toga’s phone. 

“THANK YOU SO MUCH!” She squeals as she checks the picture quality. "Are you suuuure no one wants to stay and watch the parade?" She pleads hopefully. All the boys groan and shake their heads. 

“Is everyone ready to start heading to Tomorrowland?” Kurogiri asks as they start walking toward the bridge of the futuristic land. 

“OOOH! OOOH! I wanna ride Astro Orbiter!” Twice jumps up and down, and Toga immediately joins him. 

“YES!!!” She squeals in unison. 

“Astro Orbiter? That sounds like it could be fun. Whaddya say, Shigaraki?” Spinner elbows him, and the leader just nods. 

“Sounds cool. Sure, whatever,” He mutters, and the four of them sprint toward the center of Tomorrowland to stand in line for the red elevator. 

“I feel like the Carousel of Progress will be quite thrilling!” Compress declares, and Kurogiri nods. 

“I was thinking the exact same thing. You boys care to join us?” Kurogiri motions towards Dabi and Hawks. 

“I’d rather eat glass,” Dabi says nonchalantly while Hawks’ eyes dart to the “Buzz Lightyear” ride. 

“HOLY SHIT! DABI! LOOK! COMPETITION! OUR FAVORITE! LET’S GO!” Hawks squawks before dragging his boyfriend to the obnoxiously long ride queue.

Chapter 9: Buzz Lightyear's Space Ranger Spin

Hawks taps Dabi on the shoulder as he stares at all the bright colors in the ride queue, completely in his own world. 

“What?” He groans, turning away from the animatronic Buzz Lightyear to face Hawks. 

“Why don’t you hold my hand while we’re in line?” He stammers, anxiously tapping his foot on the ground as he looks back at a couple several feet ahead of them. They’re being over-the-top lovey-dovey and giggling in the line. 

“What are you talking about?” Dabi rolls his eyes before following Hawks’ gaze. He snorts and shakes his head. 

“Are you ashamed of me or something?” Hawks pouts. 

“Of course not, idiot,” Dabi retorts, standing up straight instead of leaning on the railing. Now, he’s looking down at Hawks rather than being eye-level, making the hero’s heart race. Dabi’s eyebrows furrow for a minute, and he seems to struggle to find an explanation. “I’m just…not used to being all…romantic or whatever…in public…is all. Are you really jealous of a couple of strangers?” 

“Maybe,” Hawks mumbles, and his wings droop as they move forward the next few feet with the line. They’re almost to the room where they’ll get in the cars. Dabi sighs and looks straight ahead, but he can feel his boyfriend’s disappointed gaze. 

“Ugh, fuck. Fffffiiine ,” Dabi growls under his breath before abruptly grabbing Hawks’ hand. Hawks makes a high-pitched surprised noise reminiscent of a dog toy squeaker that makes the scarred villain smile beneath his mask. 

“You gonna shut up now, Birdbr-” Dabi is cut off by Hawks clinging to his arm like a toddler, almost making him run into the railing. However, the tiny flare of reflexive anger is extinguished when he looks down to see Hawks’ head resting on his shoulder. 

“You just couldn’t stop at handholding could you,” Dabi sighs, trying to sound annoyed. 

“C’mon, are you really surprised?” Hawks smirks as they reach the cast member. 

“Honestly, not even a little bit,” Dabi replies as they dart on the moving sidewalk and hop into the brightly colored. 

“Okay, prepare to looooose, burnt bacon bitch,” Hawks teases, cracking his knuckles as the car closes. 

“Ohhh I’m gonna destroy you, chicken boy,” Dabi laughs as they both start shooting the targets. 

…

“DAMNIT!” Dabi curses as he misses two of the Z targets. He’d managed to hit every single target so far and was practically smoking when his streak was ruined. 

“Dabi! There are children!” Hawks scolds him as he continues shooting the fake laser gun.

“WHAT THE FUCK! I HIT THAT!” A parent two cars ahead of them screams, and Dabi looks at Hawks with an amused expression. A flash goes off in Dabi’s peripheral vision, and he spots the fading glowing light of the ride camera as they near the middle of the ride. If Hawks was so upset with him not being over the top with P.D.A., he’d give him exactly what he wanted. Right as they near the spot with the flash, Dabi unhooks one side of his mask, roughly pulls down Hawks’ mask, and kisses him. It was very short, just enough to get it on the camera, and then Dabi immediately pulled both of their masks back on. 

Hawks is completely frozen in the seat while Dabi continues shooting the targets. 

“Wow, guess I’m gonna win by even more now. You still playing?” He teases. 

“I hate you,” Hawks stutters before he grasps the laser gun and frantically tries to aim to catch up again. “You cheated.”

“I’m using my resources ,” Dabi smirks, “Besides, I was several hundred ahead of you, anyway.”

“Whatever,” Hawks mutters, stepping on Dabi’s foot. 

“Pfft, you liked it,” Dabi snickers, ignoring the tantrum. 

“Shut up,” Hawks says indignantly, trying to be mad and failing miserably. 

“Never,” Dabi winks as his score continues to climb miles above his boyfriend’s.

Chapter 10: Astro Orbiter

"This is it? I thought the elevator ride was in Hollywood Studios?" Shigaraki grumbles as he crosses his arms in frustration. The group of four had been waiting in the ride queue for almost an hour now, and everyone but Spinner was growing impatient. 

"I've heard you can see the whole park from the top!" Toga squeals excitedly, and Spinner checks the time on his phone as they move up a few more steps. 

"The elevator takes us to the ride, boss," Twice beams, and Shigaraki sighs. 

"Whatever. I just hate how long we've been standing here," He growls as they approach the cast member. 

"How many in your party?" The Disney employee smiles, and Toga holds up four fingers. 

"Right this way please," The man says, gesturing to wait in a small enclosed gate before the elevator. 

"OOOOOOOH! THIS IS GONNA BE SO FUN!" Toga screams, hugging twice as she jumps up and down. 

"It better be," Tomura complains, and Spinner just pats him on the shoulder. 

"It'll be fun, Shigaraki. Don't worry," He smiles. The elevator dings, and the doors open. The cast member gestures for the group to head inside, and they all pack into the red elevator. Shigaraki eyes the walls uneasily as the elevator shoots skyward until it comes to a screeching halt. As the doors open, they all step out onto the platform. 

"Oh, this looks like that Dumbo ride," Spinner remarks as they all begin to step forward. Shigaraki watches the spinning rockets in awe as the previous rides slowly come back down to Earth. As they disembark, the villains approach the ride. Toga and Twice force themselves into the rocket behind Spinner and Shigaraki. 

"There's only one seatbelt?!" Shigaraki exclaims as he digs for one, and Spinner nods. 

"Just hold on tight, boss. I won't let ya fall out," He chuckles. 

"WOOHOOOO! LET'S GOOOOO!" Toga and Twice scream in unison, laughing as the cast member gives the OK to start the ride. However, as soon as the spinning machine begins to lift into the air, Shigaraki realizes just how high they are above the ground. They have a perfect view of the castle, but everyone in Tomorrowland looks like ants. 

"OH MY GOD! GET ME DOWN GET ME DOWN GET ME DOWN!" He screams, but Spinner just smirks and makes the ship ascend higher into the air. 

"It's alright boss. It's perfectly safe," He reassures Shigaraki, who is paling quickly beneath the hand on his face. 

"FASTER! FASTER!" Toga cries out with glee as Twice makes their rocket erratically go up and down. 

"GUYS! I SEE DABI!" Twice shouts as he points far below. Hawks is literally dragging him to one of the face paint stands, and Dabi rolls his eyes as he hands the cast member a bill as Hawks leaps into the chair. 

"OH! THERE'S COMPRESS!" Toga waves to their companion down below as he and Kurogiri come out of the Carousel of Progress. 

"I DON'T CARE! I WANT DOWN!" The leader screams.

"Shiggy, you ain't gonna last on any of the big rides if you're scared of heights," Spinner rolls his eyes, and Shigaraki glares at him.

"You idiot! It wouldn't be a problem if I was PROPERLY SECURED!" Tomura wails. 

"It's completely safe, dude!" Twice calls as the ride slows to a stop, and all of the rockets return to the platform. 

Shigaraki scrambles out of the rocket, leaving Spinner to climb out by himself. He sprints to the elevator, ignoring the cast member's reminder to walk for his own safety. 

Chapter 11: On Your Marks!

“There you guys are!” Hawks beams as he skips toward Kurogiri and Compress. The side of his face bears Lightning McQueen’s racing number in a gold and red that matches his eyes and wings. Dabi reluctantly trudges behind him, muttering something about overpriced paint jobs. 

“Where’s everyone else?” Dabi raises his eyebrow as he looks around. Compress and Kurogiri exchange concerned glances before they hear a sound similar to the stampede from The Lion King. Shigaraki comes barrelling past the ride queue for the red elevator and almost topples Kurogiri as he runs right into him. 

“DON’T EVER LET ME RIDE ANYTHING THAT HIGH EVER AGAIN!” He screams, and Dabi tries to hide his laughter as Hawks stares uncomfortably at the situation. Kurogiri’s eyes narrow as Twice, Toga, and Spinner approach the group. 

“Found out that Tomura’s scared of heights,” Spinner shrugs, and Compress adjusts his tophat. 

“Can we ride something that’s on the ground?!” Shigaraki whines, and Twice immediately points toward Tomorrowland Speedway. “BOSS! BOSS! THERE’S RACING CARS!” Twice excitedly shouts, jumping up and down. Dabi and Hawks exchange competitive smirks. 

“Gonna try to make up for your crushing defeat at Buzz Lightyear?” Dabi teases, and Hawks’ feathers ruffle. 

“Eat my dust, bitch!” He laughs as he and Twice make a break for the line. 

“HEY! WAIT FOR ME!” Toga squeals as she sprints after them. 

…

The entire League is in line for the racecars, and Shigaraki and Twice can hardly contain their excitement. 

“The track seems kinda short,” Spinner complains, but no one else pays any attention. 

“Guys! Guys! It’s our turn!” Toga beams excitedly as everyone piles into their own cars. 

“All right racers start your engines!” The cast member calls, and the ride suddenly roars to life. As soon as the green light shines, everyone slams on the gas pedals…only to discover that the cars don’t max out. The League members coast along on the track.

“WOOHOOO! THIS IS SO FUN!” Shigaraki and Twice yell, clearly the only ones having the time of their lives. 

WHAM!Dabi turns around in the seat to see Hawks slamming into his vehicle with a triumphant grin on his face. 

“OOOH! I WANNA CRASH INTO DABI, TOO!” Toga screams from the car beside him. 

“Toga, I swear !” The scarred villain growls, but Toga whips her steering wheel to the side, only to stop moments before side-swiping Dabi. 

“Aw, man! They’re on rail tracks! No fair!” She pouts, and Dabi slams on the gas pedal, trying to get away from them. 

“I do rather enjoy this one,” Compress says to no one in particular as he and Kurogiri take the lead, nearing the finish line. 

Chapter 12: Space Adventure! It's An Adventure In Spaaaace!

"Come on, Hawks. What are you a chicken?" Dabi teases his boyfriend as the group stands in front of the Space Mountain queue.

"I don't...really...like...rollercoasters," Shigaraki mumbles to Kurogiri, and Spinner and Compress nod in agreement. Hawks twiddles his thumbs, his face turning red.

"It's not that I'm a chicken...it's just...really dark in there. And my night vision isn't what it used to be...and...all the screaming and stuff...I'll just get too overstimulated in there," Hawks stammers to Dabi's chagrin.

"I'd be right behind you or in front of you, Birdbrain. There's nothing to be scared of," Dabi grumbles, but Hawks vigorously shakes his head.

"No. I'll just go on the Peoplemover with Spinner and Shiggy. We'll be able to see you guys in there anyway," Hawks says quickly, putting a hand on the leader's shoulder and a wing around the lizard.

"Peoplemover?" Shigaraki raises his eyebrow.

"It's like a little cart ride that goes around all of Tomorrowland. It's up that escalator," Spinner explains, pointing at the blue trolley that coasts above them.

"I believe the laugh floor might be a worthwhile attraction, Kurogiri," Compress whispers in the wispy man's ear, and he nods. The group splits off again, leaving Dabi, Toga, and Twice at the entrance to Space Mountain.

"Well, guess it's just us three," Dabi sighs, scratching the back of his neck as he turns around to face them. Toga and Twice are jumping up and down with excitement, absolutely ecstatic to ride the coaster. ...

The wait time for the coaster was an hour, and Dabi was feeling the repercussions of his choice. Nonetheless, he was determined to ride Space Mountain, despite Toga and Twice's incessant excited banter. 

"Dabi! Dabi! Dabi! Are you gonna ride the teacups with us after?!" Toga squeals, poking the scarred man in the shoulder. Dabi leers down at her, his eyes narrowing. 

"Not a chance in Hell," He shudders. The mere thought of that ride made him nauseous. 

"Guess it's just you and me, then, Toga!" Twice smiles from ear to ear as they move up in the ride queue. They were all thankful that there was some cool stuff to look at in the line, but the trio was getting impatient. 

"Ooh! Ooh! Ooh! I see the track names!" Toga giggles, jumping up and down in anticipation. Dabi and Twice follow her pointing to read the two signs: Alpha and Omega. Upon reading the names, Dabi snickers under his breath. 

"What's so funny?" Toga asks, raising her eyebrow. 

"Don't worry about it. Come on, the line's moving," Dabi ushers her forward, rolling his eyes. The trio reach the cast member, who directs them into the next car lineup. 

"EEEK! I'm so excited!" Toga shrieks while Twice practically shakes with glee. Dabi absentmindedly taps on the gate as they see the coaster pull up, and their gates swing open. Twice sits in the front seat while Toga sits in the middle, leaving Dabi to climb into the back. They all pull down the lap bars as the rocket starts to move forward, and the cast member waves as they go into the tunnel. 

...

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Toga screams as the coaster swerves back and forth, climbing up and down in the darkness. Twice switches every other moment between laughing and screaming. Meanwhile, Dabi is looking around at all the fake comets and stars, smirking at the special effects and the feeling of the air whipping through his hair. He's definitely thankful he replaced his staples before the trip, otherwise he might've risked pulling one with all the jerking and speed. The coaster slows down through a blinking red tunnel, and Toga pouts. 

"Aw, it's over already?" Toga mutters, removing her hands from her Minnie ears. She was holding onto them for dear life only moments ago. Dabi sharply inhales and leans forward, holding the ears to her head just as the coaster suddenly jerks again so they don't fly off. 

"THANKS, DABI!" Toga cries out over the screams bouncing off the walls of the indoor coaster. She puts her hands back up on her head, and Dabi jokingly ruffles her hair as he lets go and leans back again. A few moments pass, and the coaster slows, curving down, and they begin to see light at the end of the tunnel. 

"WOW! THAT WAS SO FUCKING COOL! I'm never riding that again," Twice switches as the car stops and the lap bars raise. 

"TEACUP TIME! TEACUP TIME!" Toga shouts as they all scramble out of the carts. Toga and Twice link arms and begin skipping toward the exit walk-through while Dabi checks his phone. He has at least ten Snapchats from Hawks, and they're all pictures of him taking selfies with unsuspecting and oblivious Spinner and Shigaraki. At one point, it looks like Shigaraki is about to decay Hawks' wings in the background. Dabi groans before running after Toga and Twice. 

[yelspyder]

hello sweetie!! :)

i see that you want to talk about so i did come here in your inbox to talk with u! and here's my thought:

i like to think that when you give something handmade to gwen, she keep it somewhere safe and private that no one will know about (not even her dad).

and if you do happen to draw, write songs/poetry or just write letters to her, she is going save on the same place and from time to time she will come back and just to see it all again, remembering how much you do love her and all the love you put in the little things you do for her.

idk what else can i write in here but yk she is just so cute!! (and im very sure that she made a song for you at least once, im right and i know it)

anyways, love u! 💕

— (@tadeumoont from his main account)

Man this scenary is SO cute ଘ(੭ˊ꒳​ˋ)੭ She is so precious ajdjdjdkddmd I can totally see Gwen keeping a little box (with a lock) hidden somewhere in her room just to hold anything you give her. She already values everything you buy her, but when you give her a handmade gift?!?!!? The game is over for Gwen. She's super protective of whatever you've given her, seeming almost paranoid when anyone makes any sign of coming closer. She just appreciates that you took the time and effort, not just money, to give her the gift.

Gwen is definitely keeping a small box somewhere hidden in her room, obviously with a padlock so no one else can get it and consequently damage the gifts, and Gwen's box obviously has a padlock too, with a key she carries hanging from a necklace. When she has to step in as spiderwoman, she makes sure to leave the key in a safe place before going to save the day. If she accidentally lost the key? (which honestly happened many times despite the care she takes) she ends up having to break/pick the old lock with a brick or something and buy a new one, with a new key ofc.

Now, if you have any artistic ability, whether playing an instrument, drawing, etc, she values even more (if that is humanly possible). If it's a drawing, Gwen tucks each drawing carefully inside the box, occasionally taking it out for brief peeks when she misses you, but if you wrote it for her, Gwen will be so happy skdkddcr first, she'll save it somewhere on her phone to make sure she doesn't lose the song, and then she'll definitely rehearse it in secret and then give you a private performance (she would absolutely be saying something like "oh, it's not that good" and "I didn't rehearse much" when this girl literally spent the whole month rehearsing to look cool for you). If it was short love letters or whatever random thing you give her, she would be flattered to get so much pampering from you too. She would 10/10 train to improve her handwriting to be able to write you a letter back to you in impeccable handwriting. Afterwards, you're probably feeling self-conscious seeing her handwriting compared to yours, unaware that her trash can is full of failed attempts.

Anyway, I ended up getting carried away and this is longer than I thought ☠ Gwen is so adorable man

Lov u too <3

[growup-thatbeautiful]

hi! i absolutely adore your writing. could you you write a fic for timothee based on finneas’ new song “mona lisa, mona lisa?” it’s so cute and i think it could be perfect!

awww, thank you so much! i would love to <333 i did some morning fluff and cute convos for you

warnings: cursing, some bad self-thoughts, light kissing and touching

word count: 1.5k (also i’m sorry this took a while, i was writing my entry for harringrove week at the same time!)

mona lisa, mona lisa - timothee chalamet x reader

“You should be in a painting.” Timothee says one morning, pulling you from your contemplation of the popcorn ceiling. He always tells you afterwards, when you’ve zoned off like this, that you look like you’re figuring out the whole universe, glassy eyes reflecting the stars.

His words make you laugh, though. It’s definitely a compliment you’ve never gotten before, and also not one you’re sure you deserve.

But he must think it’s worth defending, because he sits up straighter against the headboard of your bed and protests your laugh. “Come on, I’m being serious. Something with soft edges and grey skies that color your eyes brightly. It would be the main attraction wherever they put it, the other paintings dull in comparison to you, however you’re displayed.”

“Okay, and who do you suggest paints this? Got any ideas?” you tease, rolling over to look at him, your head braced on your “I think Van Gogh might be taking commissions, if you want to ask him.”

“You’ll see, I’ll find just the right person for you. Maybe they won’t be able to capture everything about you perfectly, but they can try.” Timothee captures your hand from where it was resting on the sheets and brings it up to his mouth, kissing your knuckles gently.

“You’re just the right person for me,” you cheekily reply. “And if you ever give me a painting of myself for anything it’s going straight into the trash.” Your voice stays just as sweet and you mirror his earlier actions, kissing him on the back of his hand.

“Harsh. Message received,” he laughs. You sit in comfortable silence, falling against him, going lax on his shoulder. He takes the weight easily, wrapping an arm around you and kissing the crown of your head. There’s a thrall to being in his presence, an easy, lovely, atmosphere.

“What are you thinking about?” Timothee questions, running his fingers up your arm and tapping your forehead. “What’s going on in the scary brain of yours?“

“Huh? Oh, nothing.”

Timothee snorts his laughter, a sound that bubbles from his chest and explodes outwards. “No fuckin’ way there’s not a million thoughts in your head. Come on, share the fun.”

“It’s hardly any fun,” you start. “But it’s just- I don’t know. It seems like this can’t be real. No one gets fairytale romances like this in real life, but here we are. It’s like I’m waiting for a ball to drop, for a raindrop to fall out of the sky and ruin the sunshine.”

“You think something’s going to go wrong?” he asks, hurt evident in his voice.

You bring your hands up to your face and groan into them, banging your head back against the wall. “That’s not what I wanted to say- not what I was trying to say. But from what everyone else says, there’s supposed to be unhappy, rainy times.

“Since when do we listen to everyone else? And, baby, you love the rain because that means you’re get to spend the whole day inside and watch movies. When rain comes, we’re going to embrace it.”

“How are you so chill about things that make me want to cry? It’s unfair,” you complain.

Timothee scoffs and waves the thought away with his hand. “I’m not as nonchalant as you think. And despite the fact that we don’t fight much, we still have hard times. You think it’s easy to work my schedule around the fact that I can go weeks without seeing you? You think I planned that when I fell hopelessly in love with you? Baby, it’s not like this is easy for us, so if you’re thinking I’m not all in, you’re way off your mark. Amour de ma vie, there’s nothing l between us that I would change, especially how much I love you and the way that I love you.”

“Really?” you ask, lifting your head up to look at him. When that isn’t enough, you move yourself to sit cross-legged facing him, close enough for an important conversation. The light of the room is rose tinted, making his hair gleam golden and inky black.

“Yeah, of course. The moment I saw you, I knew you would be the ruin of me,” he groans into his hands, curls falling into his face. You just laugh and brush them aside gently, knowing it’s a pointless task that you’ll keep indulging yourself with as long as he lets you. “I didn’t even know your name, just knew that you were a friend of a friend. Then I stuttered out my first hello, and you lit up so prettily when I called you beautiful. I could almost feel the red beneath your cheeks, almost as flustered as I was. You let me drive you home under the streetlights, the bar’s music fading away to the sound of your laughter, a beautiful, ringing sound. Shit, what a laugh. It didn’t even matter to me that I had to wait for you to respond to my text, I only wanted to know what you had to say about anything, even if it was to fuck off.” His reminiscing puts your heart at ease. It isn’t an answer to your worries, and it tells you nothing about the future. But it’s so sweet and so him, that it dispenses your worries like the sun draws away morning mist.

“So me playing hard to get the first week was completely unnecessary?” you ask. “I could have answered your text the moment I wanted to instead of waiting and not wasted all those hours worrying I was fucking it up? Damn, that’s disappointing.”

“All that trouble just for me?” he teases. “Baby, I’m flattered.”

“You shouldn’t be. I’m sure no one ever tells you, but you’re hot shit, Chalamet. I’m sure anyone at the bar would result to the same tactics that I did, if not worse. Be happy you got out without a marriage license,” you joke, even though there’s a fair amount of truth behind the words. You know the way people look at him, the way people look at you with him. He’s apparently the one one oblivious to questioning it.

“Thank goodness I was only looking at you, though. I’m the luckiest man in the world, to have someone like you next to me, faithfully by my side. Je ne peux pas vivre sans tou. It’s like you’ve taken over my whole chain of reactions. I do one thing, and it makes me think of you. You are wonderfully and completely overwhelming towards, my own personal soleil.” Timothee hauls you closer to him, holding you close to him, practically in his lap. The sheets are long since thrown to the end of the bed, bunched up in a puddle. You can’t help but lean in and kiss him, hands goin to cup his face. You think, after all this time, he would be used to you not being able to resist that look of his, open and honest.

“Timothee,” you breathe into his mouth. “Baby, fuck, what did I do to deserve you? You’re there for me when no one else is, when I’m falling asleep and can barely remember that I’m supposed to be on a call with you. You’re there in the mornings I have when I can’t make myself get out of bed and the other mornings when I just want to fight everyone. You’re patient and so so kind, more than anyone deserves. Everything about you is strikingly brilliant, and the time that I get with you, be it limited or forever, I will cherish.”

“Angel,” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist and tugging you closer. “I am á toi, pour toujour. Yours, forever, signed with an x on the line.”

“And a heart-dotted ‘i’?” you ask, leaning your forehead against his.

“And a heart-dotted ‘i’,” Timothee confirms. “My very own Mona Lisa, right here. Priceless, flawless, and with lots of hidden mystery. Just the way I like you.”

“Maybe someone will write a critically acclaimed novel about how how to figure me out. That would be incredibly helpful to me,” you wonder, curling into him.

“I’ll start writing tomorrow,” he promises. “A code to understanding the sun of my life.”

“Good title,” you hum. “I’ll write the switched perspective sequel called the boy that the world loves.”

“That’s a tad dramatic, but I’ll take it.”

“It’s gonna be a fucking masterpiece, so you better,” you say, smiling into his shoulder. It’s morning, you should get out of bed. You should start the day, go through the motions of the morning. Make a cup of coffee for yourself and Timothee, figure out your schedule for the rest of the day. You know Timothee has an interview later and you have some writing to catch up on.

But with the way the morning is going, you don’t think that’s going to happen. You think you’re going to stay here for a while, tangled in his arms, listening to his pretty words. It’s better than anything else you can think of possibly doing.

“Can we stay like this forever?” you ask, wrapping around him tighter. His hands come up to your waist, sliding underneath your shirt to grab your hips.

“Sure,” he agrees easily. “Fuck everything else. I’m yours for the day, mona lisa.”

[shrekgogurt]

Oh by gosh by golly, I miss writing for fun. I listen to my fic playlists and get sad because I do not have time and then I get mean to myself because I do not have time and the reason I do not have time is my own fault. Do you see the blame game happening?

In between writing my god papers, I have been taking the time to draft little thoughts ‘On Loving Being a Woman, as a Cis Woman Desperately Avoiding the TERF Traps’ in my notes app. The TLDR so far is: “I’m a woman because I love being one. It’s a deep knowing; my body feels warm and fuzzy when I think about it. In turn, I’m a cis woman simply because society happened to guess right when I was born.” I have also been working on editing a Captain Von Trapp thirst trap in my enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies-to lov…Adobe Premiere. I’m going balls to the walls on it. What lovely priorities I have!

I have also been playing around on my guitar more and improving! I’m no star, but it has been a fun break from using my academic brain. It gets my body moving and makes my ADHD sing. I’ve been paired with my COBB writer for my artist responsibilities and I’m excited to get to songwriting! Speaking of songwriting (not fandom related) I have this chorus of a miscellaneous song I haven’t fully written that I am obsessed with:

I have not touched Escape to Space since February 5th and am feeling so incredibly guilty about it. This is sort of a combination of vague writer’s block (I have some ideas and scene fragments but no end goal yet which makes things hard) and no time. I would say if anyone wants to be someone I can bounce ideas off of I am game but it’s not feasible for me to carve out that space right now. Spring break is next week but I have to spend that time drafting the second part of my thesis. Truly, don’t go to grad school friends.

I have been especially missing IKAB, IKAM so very desperately. I might just chug along a little bit a day for an outlet. Oooooop look at me! I did just that!

(flashback, year 11 aka fifth year)

The scent of him hits my nostrils and it’s effort not to make a face. Great. Weed too. We have a bloody match tomorrow and his eyes are fucking bloodshot. I’m fully minging at this point. Only Baz would flaunt his privilege like this. He can afford to lounge on a roof breaking every rule because someone will bail him out. Meanwhile, it’s people like me who will do all the heavy lifting. I briefly consider letting go, watching him stumble off the ledge to the ground five stories below. The thought makes me sick to my stomach, or maybe it’s just the stench.

“We’re both rather tragic, aren’t we?” Baz mutters. I can only hear him because he’s leaning into me. His breath is airy on my ear. It makes me twitchy. I recoil on instinct.

“You think this makes you tragic? Stargazing?”

Alright! I feel like that’s enough for this post! Tagging as a thank you for keeping me in the loop this past month even though I haven’t been active with SSS and WIPsday: @artsyunderstudy @theimpossibledemon @palimpsessed @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @larkral @fatalfangirl @letraspal @chen-chen-chen-again-chen @ileadacharmedlife @captain-aralias @forabeatofadrum @ivelovedhimthroughworse @blackberrysummerblog @confused-bi-queer @cutestkilla you are much loved! Now, making my rounds and tagging the rest of my beloved mutuals: @gekkoinapeartree @boyinjeans @technetiumai @takenabackbytuesdays @ninemagicks @yeonjunenby @cows4247 @sillyunicorn @upuntil6am @excalisbury @takitalks @foolofabookwyrm-activated @dragoneggos @carryonmylovelies @giishu @messofthejess @aristocratic-otter @ic3-que3n @nausikaaa @thewholelemon @taramemberence @yellobb-old @whogaveyoupermission @moodandmist @asocialpessimist @onepintobean @umdiasujo @erzbethluna @bazzybelle @johnwgrey @raenestee @martsonmars @ebbpettier WHEWWWWWW okay I think that’s everyone! I’m sorry if I missed you!!!!

[futuremrsdrcullen]

Hiii me again! Sworry I’m just so obsessed with your Carlisle insert reader series. I found it maybe two weeks ago and I was like wooo this is going to take me a month to read! I finished it in 4 days 🙈 literally stayed up to like 3 in the morning reading, I just couldn’t put it down!!! I know it takes a while to write and I want to thank you for putting your best effort and love into it. Can’t thank you enough cause it’s fantastic, literally the best I’ve EVER read. So thank you again. It deserves way more love. But anyways! I had another blurb idea I thought I’d share. I was thinking of someone basically where the reader just stares at him, admiring his beauty. His hair, his eyes, his skin, just in awe at the beautiful, compassionate, gentle, yet dangerous creature in front or next to her. Eventually he snaps her out of her trance and she says something sweet to him, maybe points out what she loves about him. Just an idea!

❤️

Honestly so glad you love them. It makes me so happy to see just how much people are enjoying the things I'm creating, and the fact that you are enjoying them so much that you are asking for more means more to me than I can put in to words.

When I got this ask I got really excited to write it and I wrote the first draft in like hour. I spent a few more hours editing and trying to figure out what part I'd written that was bugging me. Sent it to my editor who said it was perfect.

So now I'm just going to post it in hopes that it isn't awful lol.

As always I do not own Twilight or its Characters all right go to S.Meyer.

~ Claire <3

Masterlist

Blurb Title: Golden

Word Count: 625

No warning just super heartfelt fluffy. Rot your teeth out fluff. Kinda fade to black smut but not really. But kinda. I do that a lot lol.

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It was the completely mundane things he did that would catch me off guard. I was so used to him; I was used to what he was, and how that affected his movements. But it was the moments when he seemed the most human that always got to me.

When I got out of the shower, I didn't exactly know where he had gone. I followed the only sounds I could hear in the house and eventually found him in the kitchen, handwashing the few dishes Bella and I used the night before. The radio behind him played his favorite station and a soft Jazz song filled the room. I completely froze in my tracks, if he noticed me he didn't look up. He hummed along to the music and I let myself take in the sight of him.

There was light trickling in from the windows and he looked golden, but also just so incredibly human. The light in his hair, in his eyes, even dancing along his skin, was so beautifully golden. Of course I knew the dangers of our closeness but I never even worried about my safety.

Because I knew this is who he really was. He was golden, inside and out.

The first song ended and the next began as I watched him. His eyes floated up to meet mine. It took my breath away. Even now, when our eyes met, it felt like the first time. He softened, like he felt it too; the rush of butterflies, the sparks of electricity between us. A part of my soul leaped out of me to reach the part of his that did the same. It felt right.

"Y/n?..." His voice- soft with concern but also amusement- pulled me out of my daze. "Are you alright, Dove?"

"Oh…yeah. I just got lost in thought." I practically skipped across the room to meet his outstretched hand. It didn't even bother me that it was wet. He kissed my forehead. "You're beautiful." I whispered.

"I think I should be the one saying that to you."

"Yeah yeah, you tell me all the time." I took a second to contemplate my words as he drained the water from the sink. "You're golden… Your hair, your eyes, even the light reflecting off of your skin is golden."

I could see right through his calm chuckles to the confusion that still lingered there. I continued, "It's more than just physical too. You're compassionate and caring and you put our family above anything else. You make me feel more loved than anyone else has. You have all of this power and yet you're still the kindest person I know. I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you. You're just…. Golden." My face flushed when I realized I said all of that out loud. 

He grinned at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me closer to him and kissed me. It made all of the embarrassment from rambling wash away. 

He always kissed me like it could be the last kiss we would ever share. And every kiss made me forget the world around me. To me, he was the only thing that mattered and in turn, he made me feel like I was the only thing that mattered to him.

He lifted me with ease and set me on the counter, breaking away from my lips just to place his on my neck. "You deserve to be worshiped. And I plan on showing you how much I love you-" He kissed my neck again. "-need you, by doing just that." He practically breathed the words into my ear and I felt a shiver run over my skin. 

Then his lips were on mine again. 

Taglist: @jakanddexter67 @a-not-so-poetic-poet @bridge597 @cestlavie03 @gaymazinglula @short-potato

[backpocketkazoo]

If your still doin Psychonauts self ship content then how about some Edgar Teglee or Fred Bonaparte x reader hcs (there’s like no self ship content for any of the characters much less the thorny towers patients)

OMGG THE THORNEY TOWERS GANG MY FAVS!!

BUT YEAH FR THERE’S NOT A LOT OF PN CONTENT IN GENERAL BUT ESPECIALLY NOT FOR THE ASYLUM GIRLIES ☹️

I’m doing both of em cuz I’m here to provide 😋

🎨Edgar Teglee General HCs🎨

💜 I feel like this is obvious but he loves drawing you and gifting you art.

-> You’re his default subject. Like I said, he LOVES drawing you :-]

-> He’ll also gift you art that he just thinks you’ll like.

-> His love language is gift giving & words of affirmation >:-]

💜 Edgar feels as if he needs to impress you all the time. This may be rooted in a fear that you’ll grow bored of him if he doesn’t.

-> You reassure him that isn’t true!!

💜 He can be a little protective over you around people he doesn’t know or trust.

(That old relationship got him MESSED up bro😭)

-> Other than that he’s a HUGE softie.

GUYS whatever you do DONT imagine Edgar teasing you by grabbing ahold of your face and smearing a bit of paint on you. Then you have a moment where he’s washing the paint off you with a warm washcloth!:! Don’t Do it Guys!!😦

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Ok babygirl Fred time 😎

💌Fred Bonaparte General HCs💌

♥️ For starters, if you weren’t aware, Waterloo by ABBA? 100% Fred and his love interest. Listen this song got me giggling and twirling my hair 😭

Mind animatics go crazy to this song lemme tell you 😭😭

Abba had the Fred selfshippers in mind when they wrote this in 1973 /j

♥️ His love language is acts of service and quality time !!

♥️ Ok hear me out. Fred doodling your name in pretty and cutesy calligraphy in his spare time. (additionally? the paper is adorned with lil hearts he drew? <3)

♥️ Fred doesn’t realize he’s falling for you until it’s too late oops.

-> He’d get bashful when thinking ab you. And won’t openly admit that he caught feelings. “Oh we’re just friends!”, he says but then proceeds to look at you the way the moon looks at the sun.

♥️ If you call Fred any french terms of endearment; i.e. mon chéri, mon amour, etc, he’s speechless. He is torn between his disdain for french & his infatuation with you (spoiler alert you win).

-> there’s just something about you?? he wasn’t sure what it was..

♥️ Fred constantly hovers behind you. Just hold his hand. It’ll make him feel a bit better. It lets him know that you’re still there.

…

So there’s this lil scenario that I rotate around in my head like a microwave where both Fred and Y/n work at thorney towers back in the day.

They don’t really know each other but they admire each other work from a distance because they’re both too shy to say anything.

You two gradually getting to know each other.

Thinking about the asylum courtyard in it’s prime. Or even walking down to the shore. Awkward yet sweet hangouts. Accidentally brushing up against each other and turning bright red, avoiding eye contact. 🤯

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Ok that’s all for now

(I lov u thorney towers self ship gang🔥)

(interact if u wish cuz I love hyping you guys up😋💖)

[alwayscryingoverdannyb]

Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

Thank you @fishylife for tagging me, I really enjoy the occasional tag game :33

3 Ships You Like: this is in no particular order but I tried to make them as different as possible, cover the whole shipping intensity spectrum :D - Destiel (the ultimate ship. even when there's nothing left on earth anymore there will be them and their love.) - Adoribull (polarizing and contrary to popular belief very wholesome) - Cullen x Dorian (very low-key to me bc I absolutely understand how people just don't see it happening. I don't see it happening in the game but this ship made me read AND LOVE alternate universe fics so.)

First Ship Ever: Destiel I guess??? SPN was my one-way ticket to the hell hole that is tumblr dot com.

Last Song You Heard: Love You Forever - it's from Liam Gallagher's new album he made with John Squire and I am in LOV

Favourite Childhood Book: oh HP books for sure. I don't think I've really read anything else as a kid - that and Eragon.

Currently Reading: In adulthood I discovered audiobooks and how much better they work for me so I'm currently listening to Dune :))) so that I can finally watch the first movie and then go see the second one in the movie theater if god willing

Currently Watching: nothing. but after what feels like AGES I've watched an actual movie. a movie I haven't seen yet. watched it on my own, too!! It was Red, White and Royal Blue and it's basically a fairytale but it's a great movie with witty dialogue, interesting side characters and good acting. I had fun 10/10 (also, I felt like they really did it justice in terms of equality with het romcoms. kudos!)

Currently Consuming: work. I have a lot of work rn. it's 10:30pm and I'm leaving work after I finish typing this.

Currently Craving: I already had cake so I'm craving only SLEEP.

Tagging: @tedkordisanasshole, @dulciecollins @teddy-after-all and @lennonyoung if you're feeling like it ♥

[hinamie]

oh my god ok so i know im late I didn't talk about it because it happened during one of my Offline Eras but . but listen ok lisn the new former vandal album sent me THROUgh the FUCKINNG ROOF to be fair i knew it would like i joked about going upstairs to listen to it and cry when it dropped but i didn't think that every fucking song would hit me so hard in the kokoro it made me wail because I too have immense religious guilt ANYWAY im gonna rant incoherently and at length now hope u all missed me

ok first of all gotta shout out the fuckin album title i knew it was gonna be devastating when I saw it . fuckin. divine interference????? music for god's playthings indeed i eat that shit up i was like yoooooo hes also got a bone to pick with jesus go off bestie <333

so former vandal are artists visionaries kings so ofc tracklist is all mythology n religion-inspired (lazarus/goliath/ouroboros etc) and i think its so cool that theyre all in caps until u get to the end and the final song is denial and it's in lowercase and maybe its simple but i was like ART. ARTTTTTT. and it made me go back and look at the tracklist of their previous album and I realized that the whole thing was about vices and unhealthy coping with an overwhelming and forsaken existence but then the final song was Get Right (still my go-to comfort song to this day tbh tbh tbh) and it's like an acknowledgement that ok maybe none of this is the answer and something has to change anyway wrong album oops back 2 divine interference

i made a point of listening to the songs that hadnt been released as singles first so the first song i listened to was Lazarus and tbh probably my fav song on the album maybe tied with parables and maaaaybe even icarian. BUT LAZARUS SLAPS SOS SOSOOSO HARD god the theme of not knowing how to leave something behind even when it's bad for you,,, both criticizing but also mirroring the actual story of lazarus in the lyrics being like "wow kinda fucked up of god for resurrecting u without ur consent" but also acknowledging that he himself is guilty of holding onto the things that kill him.,,, GOD ITS SO FUCKING G GOOD I FDFGSADFGDG

salt also !!! BANGER not quite up there with the likes of lazarus but it gets bonus points because a. i lov the idea of starting to recognize that you're coming into yourself n an identity apart from your vices n traumas and b. for having two of the most RAW lines in the entire album imo which is reaaallly saying something: "now that everything's bright I guess I'm fine/but there's an art in the dark that took years to refine" and "the spark of divine intervention/that I'm still terrified I've left behind" (ALBUM TITLE DROP ALBUM TITLE DROP) god these two just dont miss and i love it but i am far too neurodivergent to contain myself they need to give me a break pls i am v i b r a t i n g

ok gonna move into the Chill(tm) tracks I think with goliath as well as shame/rotten I vibe more with the lyrics than the actual songs because i prefer my angsty alt pop to be Upbeat thank u very much but can i just say. the lyrics of these two songs ESPECIALLY SHAME/ROTTEN LIKE ok first of all i love the tonal shift halfway through that manages not to make them feel like completely different songs it's just jarring enough like there's been an acceptance of sorts,, like omg same i too am like 'god i feel like the scum of the earth might as well own it a bit',, "the fear of god/the need for blame" fuckin bullseye ow,, "I starve to feed the parts of me/far from who i oughta be/tell me are you proud of me yet?" FUCKIN BULLSEYE OWW

I know i just said i prefer my angst upbeat but crocodile tears (very upbeat very rock wuaw) is probably my least favourite track if i had to pick but it does have a lyrical BANGER of an opening verse ("holding the hand that's holding me under" g o d) i think i just don't dig the overall melody too much and find the ending a bit repetitive fr my tastes,, who knows though it took a while and many re-listens for ouroboros to grow on me maybe this'll b a similar story ,, but then again ouroboros had the advantage of echoing mine own mental health and self-destructive behaviours shdgj

ok so i was crying from the beginning right but the songs that made me ugly bawl were growing pains (very similar vibes to get right but in a "i know that i'm healing" way rather than a "i need to heal" way) and denial,, but starting w growing pains,, my god idk What they did with the mic/vocals after the bridge but it felt like the music was being injected directly into my ears secret direct path 2 my bloodstream god I hadnt felt chills like that in such a long time and idk just the whole Mood of the song having been hurting for so long and only now starting to recognize the damage you've done but also appreciate the progress youv made,,, i have so so many emotions but DENIAL (its funny saying it in caps bc its the only track in lowercase getit getit) oh my god ths going straight on the list of Songs That Make Me Think About My Relationship With My Dad but also Songs That Make Me Emo About All The People I've Grown Apart From and i think its so powerful to frame a personal transition away from faith as growing apart from an old friend and missing them despite any hard feelings holy shit though holy shit . the first listen by this point i had already been emotionally devastated by the Whole Album so i was like ok surely ill get a break by the last song lol nope sorry i ended up crying so hard i think i gave myself a headache

I think I must have yelled about the songs that they released as singles when they dropped individually but it's been so long that i forget what i said but honestly parables and icarian are still just as good as when i heard them for the first time (when parables dropped i spilled my tea on my fucking notes bc i was vibing too hard),, I love parables' msg of accepting the lessons ur (traumatic) past taught u and how it shaped u as a person even if u recognize that that person is someone hurt and in need of healing and maybe that has to happen alone! and i know for a fact i've gushed about icarian (still one of the most gojocore songs Ever imho dont fight me on this) but now looking at it in the context of the rest of the album i love that it's first cause it really frames the whole icarus thing of having flown too close to the sun or to god and getting burned and that pain essentially being the catalyst for the entire Journey tht the rest of the album outlines (obsessed w the fact that the next song is jaded like fr having these two songs one after the other is literally "fucked around/found out" gsfhjsh)

but all that being said not to b dramatic but this album destroyed me it rearranged something deep in my soul and i don't know who i was before it but i probably wont ever be the same :) i literally love these two so much im so appreciative of them its so rare to feel so Seen by a piece of media so to have an entire album hit so incredibly close to home for me and slap while doing so????? i feel so lucky . this entire album feels like taking the first step to address years of hurt and self destruction it feels like losing a friend it feels like finding yourself and i just . i love it so much

[altrockgenre]

My favorite Alt-Rock artists (Part 3)

This will be the final part of my little series of my favorite artists under the umbrella term that is Alt-Rock. For this finale I will be talking about the subgenre that has exploded into my life somewhat recently and has become by far my favorite style of music. This genre that I speak so highly of is Alternative Folk, it combines everything from a smooth angelic rhythm to just being able to resurface memories from my childhood in an instant. It is in my eyes the perfect music for summer break and long car rides. I will talk about my favorite lesser known artists from this genre as I feel they reflect my taste better than the artists who are more popular and already praised for their accomplishments. If it weren’t for this condition that I am putting on myself I would definitely write about Lord Huron, but they are so well known and popular that I am pretty sure anyone will like it so there is no real point in giving the same opinion as everyone else.

Firstly is a pretty niche band that has recently been shown a lot of love from their newly discovered fans, Dispatch. I was initially thinking of gatekeeping this one as it is something truly special that I found all by myself after lots of searching, but I guess my blogs aren’t big enough for me to care that much about it. When I think of relaxing on a beach enjoying the sunshine this type of music and rhythm is exactly what I want to go alongside it. Every song has its own story and feel, from the first few seconds it’s easy to differentiate every song. Their style is very comforting and nostalgic as they usually use very little artificial modifications to their sounds, which gives it a sort of homemade and campfire feeling. Secondly the rhythm I think is what I love the most about them, the songs really sound like a campfire story being told around a group of friends. It is slow but keeps a nice flowing rhythm that carries your soul throughout the whole song. I find it hard to single out their best song for me because they are all so incredible and so unique, but if I were to talk about one it would probably be “Only The Wild Ones”. The lyrics are all about living freely and not being held back by superficial things like living a materialistic and solitary life. The chorus is a perfect representation of this, lines like: “Oh, the riot and rush of the warm night air” and “Stars are up now, no place to go but everywhere” perfectly encapsulates the essence of a free and wild lifestyle. I find this resonates with me a lot because there are a lot of times in my life the desire to just take a break from everything and go out and nature or just somewhere different to let it all go. But the deliverance of these powerful lyrics is what brings it home for me, the spiritual vocals really make it feel like it’s my consciousness saying these things and makes me feel much more emotionally connected with the song. This band wholeheartedly deserves a 10/10 from me, if it weren’t for Lord Huron this group would be my undisputed number one.

Next is a modern version of the folk genre Ben Howard, he is much more well known then Dispatch but that doesn’t mean much in the grand scheme of things as this is entirely my blog and not one of the general population. For me Ben Howard is instead of being on a beach in the sunlight, his songs are more stargazing type of songs. His lyrics and instrumental are much softer and relaxing. The songs are all about a certain feeling or memory and less of a coherent story with a start and end. The focus for the instruments is the guitar work of Ben and the intricate chords and rhythms played. I could honestly do a whole blog on just his style of playing guitar. It brings something to the table that I can guarantee you will never find anywhere else, it is and has been my favorite guitar playing i have listened to ever since my dad showed me Ben Howard. The lyrics and guitar picking are the heart and soul, they are like two lovers dancing together and taking the spotlight. A song that I find to be the masterpiece of Ben Howard is Old Pine. It has a very slow start that really brings your ears along for a ride, in the same sense that you slowly walk in a lake to get adjusted, this way of starting the song sets the tone quickly that it’s not some one and done magic that tries to keep your attention from start to end. The lyrics really scream childhood camping memories with lines such as: “Careless and young, free as the birds that fly”, showing how when we were younger, when days were better, we didn’t care about the small things, we would just go with what was fun without remembering the bad. The impersonation of these feelings is why I love his songs so much, he is able to perfectly represent a key memory in listeners with every melody. I believe that Ben Howard is deserving of 9.8/10, because of how well the songs can bring up memories, but I deducted a few because there is a handful of songs that lack the ability to accomplish this.

[raylex]

guess who's back to ask you more rayman questions :3 eheheh

top 5 fav rayman songs go

HI CHRISSS THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!! ALWAYS down to answer rayman questions hehehe 💖

THIS IS REALLY HARD... i love every single song in the soundtrack of every single game... i'm so sorry to the bangers that i forgot here, i still lov you i swear

1: The Summit Beyond the Clouds + Snowboard Race, Rayman 3. i'm putting these two together because it feels WRONG to seperate them, they are a SET. either way, the summit beyond the clouds is my favourite world in the game, and the music is just so relaxing and calming :) and the snowboarding theme is a BOP!

2: The Fairy Council - Under the Starlight, Rayman 3. this one is just so whimsical and dreamlike, and the area it plays in is so gorgeous. in my self insert's lore, it's also the place where him and ray confess and share their first kiss together, so... hAH... 😳👉👈

3: Jungle World - Forest Action, Rayman Origins. it keeps getting stuck in my head whenever i hear it ingame. such a funky lil beat.

4: Land of the Livid Dead - Suspense + Land of the Livid Dead - Chase, Rayman Origins. also putting these two together because NO ONE CAN STOP ME. i love the banjo melody in the first one - it just reminds me of the fact that ray canonically plays the banjo. wonder if he would play songs like this one... oh, and the chase one gives me so much stress, it nearly brings on a panic attack, activates my fight or flight response, great song 10/10

5: It's Good To Be The King, Royal V. I AM COUNTING THIS ONE AS A RAYMAN SONG BECAUSE IT WAS MADE TO ADVERTISE RAYMAN 2. i love the lil ray animations in the music video, they're adorable. also gives us such intricate lore such as... ray being afraid of snails. either way, it SLAPS.