#this is a sign to listen to Evillious

[kofeedoggo]

Evon as Levia, Yume as Behemo ("the young man suddenly saw something odd, another world spread bare inside his mirror. A young woman stretched out her hand to him, she looked just like him") ((the white/grey hair strand in the middle of their hair, black hair, etc))

KELLIE HI!!! :D I had to search up Levia and Behemo but I saw this from the wiki for Levia: "she had a tendency to ignore or deny reality when it became too difficult to bear" which is really on brand for Evon too!! 😭

AND YUMME!!!! YEAHH !! I scoured for more info on them since I haven't been on Tumblr as often, but I find that their similarities with the hair as you mentioned interesting :0 and the quote you mentioned I can see happening if Evon were to somehow be forced back into Anakt-- ("suddenly saw something odd" to "omg twin...")

[boypr1ncesss]

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[wolfiesmoon]

Who is who again?

Riddle, Vil, Idia (seperately) x gn!reader

i was thinking and thinking and then i remembered that basic overdone fanfiction tropes do in fact exist, so here's a silly lil bodyswap fic for the soul

yuu is a little silly prankster goofster who likes messing around and trolling people in this fic, just saying in advance that i did inject a bit of personality in them

also i apologise if the fanfic becomes confusing to read at any point, it's kind of hard writing the reader's actions while in someone else's body, especially when interacting with the person you're swapped with haha

‧₊˚✩彡 Riddle Rosehearts

"Okay, so you're tellin' me that you're Riddle, and you're the Prefect?" Cater pointed to each of you respectively, still trying to grasp the situation. Trey, Ace and Deuce seemed equaly stumped.

"Yep. I'm not exactly sure what happened, but I'm in Riddle's body now." you replied, shrugging casually. "You shouldn't have told them so early on, Riddle, I wanted to mess around a bit."

"Oh, now I'm very glad I told them so early. Knowing you, you'd cause far too much trouble for me to be able to uphold my reputation." Riddle shuddered, imagining the silly pranks you'd pull on everyone while in his body. Well, I suppose they wouldn't be very silly to him.

"Wait. If I'm in your body, does that..."

You quickly took out Riddle's magical pen and pointed it towards Ace, yelling out "Off with your head!"

To your surprise, it actually worked and Ace had a collar around his neck. So you can use magic now.

"HEY! Why did you do that!?" Ace called you out.

"It's revenge for stealing the bit of food I was saving for last on Friday. And also, I needed someone to test out whether I can use magic now." you smirked mischeviously at his annoyance. Now this is fun.

"This still feels unreal. I cannot believe I'm looking at myself talking to someone else. And fooling around like an idiot, too." Riddle did not seem amused.

"Listen, okay, I finally have magic now and I'm gonna take advantage of that. Which means you better run, Cater." you rubbed your hands together evilly.

"What?! Why me?!" Cater was not prepared for this attack.

"Too much magicam. Not enough reality. Collar needed." you explain like a robot overlord and point Riddle's magical pen at Cater.

"Now, now, let's not do that, okay?" Trey gently wrapped his hand around the magical pen in your outstretched hand, smiling at you.

You were about to shake his hand off and proceed with your collaring plan, but you got a better idea.

"No, no, you're right." you shook your head, lowering your hand. Cater breathed a sigh of relief.

"Since I'm Riddle and all, I have to uphold a perfect test score on every test." everyone looked at you, wondering where you were going with this.

"This might be an awkward time to mention that I haven't studied for tommorow's test at all."

"Oh, no. Absolutely not. You are coming with me." Riddle was not about to let his grades slip by such a wide margin. He'll make you memorise things until atleast a 90% is guaranteed, as much as he would hate to get one.

Originally, he was going to try and figure out how to switch you back as soon as possible but that'll have to wait after tommorow it seems.

"WAIT, CAN YOU LIKE, ATLEAST REMOVE THIS COLLAR BEFORE YOU LEAVE?!" Ace yelled behind you but you just whistled innocently, not paying attention to his despair.

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"That's how the Queen's succesor managed to- are you even listening?"

"You know, it looks kind of funny when I'm being scolded by myself." you yawned, placing your chin on your arms which were currently crossed on the table.

"This is NO laughing matter. My grades are at stake here." Riddle scolded you some more. You nodded sleepily and he took that as a sign to continue.

"So as I was saying- What are you doing now?" Riddle followed your line of sight, his gaze falling on the mirror inside his room. You were looking at him?

"Woah... You're, like, actually pretty cute." you turned back to him, excited at your discovery.

"...What are you blabbering on about? This is NO time to be fooling around, as I have been telling you for the past- Wow, you really are hopeless." Riddle sighed, watching you examine his face in his mirror and still not listening to the magical history lesson.

It does not help at all that you made him lose composure with that "cute" comment.

"Your eyelashes are nice." You comment, smiling at your own reflection.

"What an oddly specific compliment." Still, Riddle felt all weird inside when you said that. This is not fair. Now he can't focus on teaching you anymore.

"It's not oddly specific, really. Guys have really great eyelashes sometimes." You batted your lashes at the mirror and then at him, trying to showcase his charm.

"That is... very strange. Please stop that." Riddle still felt weird about seeing his own face make such silly expressions.

"Hey, if I were in my own body right now I would be swooning over you. Just for your information." You rolled your eyes playfully, entirely insistant on getting out of studying by flustering the hell out of poor Riddle.

"Wha- That's it, off with your-" Riddle reached for the magical pen which would normally be in one's pocket, only to realise that you don't even own one. Of course.

"Oh, Riddle. You silly goose. I'm the one in power here." You intertwined your fingers like a supervillain.

"Please, let's just get back to studying." If Riddle were in his own body right now, his face would be red all over from embarrasment.

"If you insist." You sighed in feigned defeat, your mind already cooking up more plans to embarrass Riddle while you're in his body.

How very fun indeed.

"Why are you smiling at me like that? That kind of smile does not suit my face." Riddle seemed concerned about his body's fate.

"Hmmm, I wonder how many drinks I can order at the Mostro lounge in one sitting." You wondered aloud on purpose.

"What?!"

"What? I didn't even say anything this time." you faked your innocence.

This is going to be a nightmare for Riddle, isn't it?

‧₊˚✩彡 Vil Schoenheit

"Oh. My. God." you lightly slapped your cheeks while looking at yourself in the mirror to make sure this is reality.

Well, you suppose they aren't exactly your cheeks. You're currently inside Vil freaking Schoenheit's body and you have no idea how it happened.

You do suppose all logic kind of gets thrown out the window in a world where magic exists, so swapping bodies with someone might not be that outlandish. Now you wonder if you're the only one who this happened to, and what your body is up to.

Speaking of being Vil Schoenheit now, does that mean you have to uphold his insanely strict daily routine now?

Nah, who are you kidding? You're going to cause as much trouble as you can for this pretty boy. He wakes up much earlier than you thought, so you don't know what to do right now. You walk around his room, inspecting every corner for some prank ammunition.

Rook knocked on the door all of a sudden, telling Vil that he's worried since he's taking longer than usual. You let him into the room.

You decided that you're not going to tell anyone that you're actually not Vil and and act as him for as long as you possibly can.

"Oh, I was just... thinking about something." you grinned evilly at the mirror, before turning back to face Rook.

"Oh my, it seems you were so lost in thought that you've completely forgone doing your hair and makeup. Quite the unpleasant surprise. What troubles you so?" Rook seemed utterly hearbroken.

Wow, he's blunt sometimes. Not that you care about that right now.

"I was just thinking that I'll probably skip all that today. You know, going for a natural look." You twirled a piece of Vil's hair in your hand.

Rook tried convincing you otherwise but you shooed him out, not wanting to hear anything about how 'a natural look also involves doing subtle, light makeup'. You're on a mission here.

Speaking of, you just got a great idea.

You opened his Magicam after getting dressed, briefly gawking at the follower count before clicking on the 'new post' button.

You placed Vil's phone horizontally against your chest, taking an unflattering chin photo and posting it to magicam with the caption "#chinningtime😍😍😍😍", giggling like an idiot all the while.

Within a minute, your post has already gained about 2 thousand likes and loads of very confused (and amused) comments.

What great encouragement to post another one.

You placed the selfie camera of his phone close to your forehead, taking a forehead touch perspective pic. You added the caption "what my kitten sees😈💯🔥" and posted it.

You were laughing your ass off at all the comments when someone knocked at the door. "Roi du Poison, this is an intervention. I am very concerned about you."

Hahahaha, of course he would be one of the first people to worry about you.

Rook joined you once again in your room, explaining how concerned he is about your behavior this morning and how it's very unlike you. I mean, jeez, is Vil allergic to fun or something?

However, Rook wasn't the only one that had concerns with you, it seems.

"Would you care to explain what these are?" you were surprised to hear your own voice, turning your gaze back to the door where you were standing with a very displeased face, holding up your phone with the two selfies you took earlier. It feels dystopian to see yourself standing right in front of you. Out of body experience, for real.

"Wait. Before anything, just who are you?" you wanted to know just who was in your body, though you were already about 90% sure of it.

"Ah, Trickster. What brings you into Pomefiore?" Rook questioned internally how Vil doesn't recognise you.

"For your information, I am Vil. That other person next to you is not Vil. I'd assume you're the prefect, then?" he looked you with authority, leaving no room for stalling or avoiding his question.

"Yeah, yeah. You got me. But like, it's funny, right?" you shrugged, smiling goofily.

Vil dragged you off to the headmage's office, promising to explain things to Rook later and giving a firm scolding to you.

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"Now that everything is finally sorted and we're excused from class for the day, would care to delete those... unflattering posts, please?" once the two of you were back in Vil's room, he immediately brought up that topic.

By now, they had to have gathered about 70k likes, right? Hehehehe.

"Do not smile at me like that. Or I will take back my phone and delete those horrid photos myself. Do you even realise what a PR nightmare this could be?" he placed his hands on his hips. You feel like you look completely different now that Vil's mannerisms are reflected on your own body. Body language really makes a man, huh?

"Oh, come onnnn, your fans love it. Everyone's laughing and saying how surprising it is to see you post something like this. See, they even got the hashtag #chinningtime trending!" you showed him pictures of his fans taking the same unflattering chin photos.

"What joy does someone derive from selfies as horrible as that? You made me look utterly horrible with those angles." You watched your own face contort with cringe. It's amusing how funny you look.

"People love silly things from time to time. For a celebrity as serious and professional as you, occasional silliness makes you look more relatable to your fans. A celebrity with a good sense of humor is the best kind in my opinion." you gave him a happy thumbs up. It was also for your own amusement, but you really don't feel like getting scolded even more than you have on your way back to the dorm.

"That is... the smartest thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth." He sighed, "I suppose it would cause people to talk about it even more if I deleted them now. But I am still not happy about them."

You ignored the jab at your intelligence, turning around to look at yourself in the mirror. "You know, Vil, you can let loose from time to time. Smile and goof around without worrying what someone might think." your eyes travelled down the sculpted jawline of your new reflection.

"In a way, you're right for suggesting that. But I'm not someone who enjoys your sense of humor or relaxed philosophy to begin with." he was right. He only jokes on occasion and his jokes aren't very goofy.

"You're right..." now that you technically are him, you can see first hand how much he cares about his body. His skin is soft and gleaming, his hair is healthy and shiny and his body is nice to move around in.

"You seem lost in thought. It's unlike you." you looked back at him through the mirror.

"I just thought about how admirable you are. Like, damn, I could nevaaa." Vil inferred you were talking about his strict daily routine. You seem different now. More quiet and thoughtful than usual. And he definitely didn't miss the pink dusting his cheeks on his own face through the mirror's reflection.

"Thank you." 'admirable' is a compliment slightly rarer than the usual ones talking about his beauty.

"By the way, your smile is beautiful. Not the one in all the movies, the one you don't consciously make." you closed your eyes, recalling that exact face of his. Too pretty for his own good, that man.

"Thank... you. You seem in a great mood to compliment me. Surely you don't think this will be enough to make up for the selfies, because it is not." at this point, even Vil didn't know what to think. The smile he doesn't consciously make, huh...

"Nah, those were just random ones I wanted to get off my mind. Oh, by the way, I don't know how to do your makeup look. Care to do it for me, pookie bear?" you sprung up from the chair at the vanity table, already getting excited about messing him up on purpose by opening your eyes when he tells you not to or moving your lips away from the lipstick, making it smudge.

You got way too sentimental for a moment there. And you're sure he noticed.

"Back to your regular self, I see. Fine, I will make myself look beautiful, as always." he smiled confidently. Though he himself has become curious about that side of you now.

Do you really think of him as a victim of your little pranks like everyone else, or are you hiding something else behind your silly smile?

‧₊˚✩彡 Idia Shroud

You were surprised to find a different voice calling out to you in the morning and telling you to wake up, one that sounded more cheerful, peppy, childlike.

And sure enough, it was Ortho's face that greeted you instead of your usual furry friend Grim.

As it turns out, you woke up in Idia's body this morning. What a lovely surprise.

You mean that both sarcastically and in the regular sense.

While you were explaining what was happening to a confused and worried Ortho, Idia's phone started buzzing somewhere in the bed. This dude sleeps with his phone inside his bed? Well, you suppose you have no time for judgement when the phone call might be important.

You rummage through his bed and eventually extract his phone. It was your number calling him.

When you pick up, you hear your own panicked voice on the other end. "U-Um, is this- Are you- How do..."

"Yes, I'm the Prefect. Looks like we switched bodies overnight." you inferred that he wanted to know who exactly just picked up the phone.

"How exactly do you think that happened? I mean, that's NOT normal." your voice on the other end seemed much calmer now.

"Hm, I have no clue, but I do know that I'm going to have loads of fun..." you grinned widely, catching a glimpse of yourself on Idia's dark phone screen and flinching slightly. You're definitely not going to get used to looking like someone else for a while. Especially if your new appearance is as unique as Idia's.

"What do you mean by that? Seriously, wha-" you ended the call before your voice could finish the sentence.

"Hehehehe... I bet he's panicking so hard right now." you giggled to yourself, still feeling a little weird about the fact that it's Idia's voice coming out of your mouth instead of your own.

"Brothe- No, Prefect. Who was that?" it was adorable how worried Ortho was over his brother. Or you, you suppose.

"Oh, don't worry your pretty little head about it..." you patted Ortho's head, hand moving over his flames with interest. "Go ahead and have fun, I'll be here if you need me." you gently shooed Ortho out of Idia's room to execute your master trolling plan.

You sat behind Idia's computer, booting it up. His computer works really fast, which isn't all that surprising considering his skills. He probably built the whole PC from scratch.

Surely, Idia won't mind if you play his games for a bit. You just want to see how far he's gotten. How many items he's saved up.

Hehehe.

You opened up one of the games you've been dabbling in yourself a bit, giggling to yourself about the random anime girl backround.

"Jeez, he's basically pro at this point." you went through his obtained characters and all the stats on most characters were maxed out.

But, since he still hasn't obtained the new character AND he has loads of gems in his inventory, he surely won't mind if you do the work for him, right?

You started pulling for characters in the gacha, waiting for the little indicator that you got a rare character. The flames of your hair flickered more and more with each pull, knowing you were getting closer.

Just when you got the pull animation you were looking for, the door to his room burst open and you saw yourself, all panicked and panting. Took him long enough, jeez.

"Oh, hi, me! I was just pulling for this character on your behalf, and-" you glance at the monitor "Looks like I won the fifty/fifty, hehe~" you acted cute and innocent.

"W-W-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! I didn't- I didn't want this character! I was saving up for the re-run, and- Agh!" Idia pushed you away from his keyboard, and he stared at the screen with pure horror in his eyes. You wonder what color his hair would be if he were in his body right now. But as it stands, his flames are flickering happily above your head at a succesful trolling attempt.

"Just buy more gems, bae. Money solves all your problems." you pat his head, kinda cringed out by the way your face can contort when it's making faces candidly. You really look like that when in despair, huh?

Idia ignored the way the casual pet name made him feel. He's supposed to be furious at you right now, not flustered.

"Noooooooo, this is the worst day of my life...." he hid his face in his hands.

"You know what, though? Look at the bright side! I get to figure out how your hair looks when it's wet. I doubt you'd do it yourself and I've been morbidly curious for a while." you patted his shoulder in an overly cheerful manner.

"Wha- Abso-freaking-lutely not. You're a weirdo of the third degree." he crossed his arms, still feeling a bit heartbroken over his videogames being tampered with.

"Is it that weird that I find your hair pretty?" you run your hand through his hair for the thousandth time this morning. It just feels so strange, yet nice under your fingers.

"Finding out if I become bald when my hair gets wet doesn't seem like something a hair admirer would do, but IDK, maybe my definition is different from yours." Idia shrugs, scowl still as big as ever.

"But really, I am an admirer. I kept looking at myself or, well, you in your phone camera this morning because your hair is just so pretty. Watching your hair fluctuate with your emotions is always a fun sight, too. Like damn, your hair is literally on fire, how cool is that?" you explain your thoughts, twirling a piece of his hair in your hand and smiling at it.

"If only I could cuddle up to you and use you like a heater. Too bad your hair's just a normal temperature." Idia's heart almost exploded at the mental image that formed in his head when you said that. And it was even worse because it was coming out of his own mouth.

"T-This is not okay... You can't do this to me...!" he mumbled, not meeting your eyes.

You don't get it, you just dealt 99999 damage to his falling-in-love-resistance shield. Just how do you manage to do that?

"Actually, now that I can look at it up close as much as I want, your face is like, really well proportioned too. Like..." you bit your lip as a joke, wanting to look overly flirty. "That's all I'm gonna say."

Okay, now you've done it. He might just pass out, right now.

[offbrandkyoya]

[15]

m.list next

Walking to practice didn’t seem so hard. Kageyama will show up to the classroom and awkwardly wait for them.

So then, what’s taking them so damn long?!

Kageyama has been standing outside the doorway for 20 minutes now, and there’s no sign of them! People are giving him weird looks, and it’s not helping that he has a troubled face.

“Kageyama,” one of the students approached him. “Is there someone you’re looking for?” He nods. “Maybe I can help? What’s their name?” Kageyama stutters. He isn’t sure himself, but he can’t just say milkchan; that’s embarrassing.

But if he says he doesn’t know, then that’ll ruin what he had with his crush, and what if they overhear? They’ll surely hate him and think their friendship means nothing, and he completely embarrassed them! Kageyama grumbled, then realized the person had left, probably scared of his long silence.

Kageyama peeks inside the classroom. There’s no one. Had he missed them? But he’d know if they left because, well, he likes them. Kageyama's cheeks turn red at that thought.

He’s going to be late for practice if he waits any more. He sighs, ‘Did I just get stood up?’

Kageyama roams the halls with gloom. He was really looking forward to it. They seemed so excited, too. Was he wrong?

Kageyama sighs again. “That was a waste of time.” He muttered. “Kageyama?” He perks up. Milk-Chan stands there, clutching their bag strap that hangs over their shoulder. Kageyama takes notice of their shock, and that makes him nervous. ‘Did they hear what I said?’

“I…” He glances to the side. “I didn’t mean...” “It’s okay.” They say, “I was in the bathroom.” ‘Oh.’ He feels silly now, and he scratches the back of his head. “No, it’s fine. Sorry, I didn’t notice you left your classroom.” They tilt their head with a chuckle. “I didn’t notice you were there, waiting.”

The two look at each other in confusion, but they snicker. “Let’s get going. I’m sure I’ve kept you waiting forever.” They say, and he nods. They begin to start walking together until Kageyama musters up the courage, tugs on Milk-Chan's shirt, and with flushed cheeks, he says, “I don’t think you’re a waste of time.”

He didn’t know 100% that they heard it, but still, he wanted to say it because Milk-Chan is so special. Kageyama doesn’t want the crown to get to him.

His crush turns their heads toward him with watery eyes. ‘So they did hear.’ They smiled and let out a laugh. “You’re really kind, Kageyama.” He blushed even more, and the walk continued.

When they reached the gym, Kageyama nervously looked at them. “Uh…my…” He closes his eyes in regret. “…friend…” His eyes open. “…is going to buy me meat buns after…Do you want them?” His face turns red.

Milk-chan giggled. “Sure. I’d like that. Do you want me to wait for you?” Kageyama nods. “Is that okay?” They laugh. “I mean, I’m the one who asked.” Kageyama feels even more flustered.

“Kageyamaaaaa!!” Hinata storms out of the gym. “Where were you?! You know that counts as my win!” “Shut the hell up!” Hinata notices his crush, then lets out a loud gasp. “You actually brought them!” “Of course I did dumbass!” “What’s going on?” Daichi walks out with his arms crossed. “Kageyama brought his..." The tall one sends him a hard glare.

Hinata shivers, then nervously chuckles. “He brought his friend.” Daichi raises a brow. “Okay? Listen, Kageyama, you’re late, which isn’t like you.” “Sorry…” Milk-Chan stands in front of Kageyama. “It’s my fault. I kept him waiting.” Daichi sighs, “It’s fine. He’s here; that’s all that matters.”

“Come on, Kageyama.” Daichi grabs his arm and drags him inside. Hinata glances at his crush. “Did he tell you that he wants to feed you meat buns?” “Huh?” "HINATA, YOU DUMB FUCK, I'M NOT DOING THAT!!!!!” “KAGEYAMA, HINATA, BACK TO WORK!”

laughs evilly

watching chicago med n all I do is cry

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[autisticlancemcclain]

Keith is acting suspicious.

Lance is sure of it. Beyond his usual shiftiness, his awkwardness, his tendency towards privacy. Lance knows his boyfriend, and he knows him well, and as such he knows enough to realise that his boyfriend is acting fuckin’ dubious.

Lance is going to snoop. (Yeah, yeah, ethical schmethical. Snooping fosters distrust in relationships and makes things tense blah blah blah. Lance recognises that. He also grew up with fucking Hunk Garrett and His Entire Family, so he also recognises that snooping is simply the best way to gather information. Fair’s fair.)

He waits until his boyfriend’s snores start to kick up, making the bedroom sound like an illegal motorized lawnmower race, and then carefully starts scooching out of his arms.

It takes a while — Keith likes to hold him. (Lance has to take a moment to calm himself down after the thought, lest he start to giggle giddily to himself, reminded that Keith loves him so much that at his most unguarded, his first instinct is to crush Lance in his arms. It’s exhilarating.) But slowly and steadily he manages to slide out of the arms around his waist, filling the newly hollow space with a pillow, and tumbles to the floor. He takes a moment, crossing his legs and sitting next to the bed, to look up at Keith, at the ratty mess of his bedhead and wide open snoring mouth and the tank top skewed across his torso, the hickeys Lance left all across his chest and collarbones peeking out.

“You are such a shit,” he whispers fondly. “I love you so bad it makes me want to, like, bite you or something. You make me weird.”

He watches Keith’s chest rise and fall until his legs fall asleep, wherein he flops onto the hardwood, wiggling his legs through the pins and needles and screeching silently into his arm (worst feeling in the WORLD) until his legs no longer feel like they’re on fire, and then he inches himself towards the right corner of the room like an inchworm.

(It’s three in the morning. No one is awake to judge him to give him shit or laugh at him or anything. He can do what he likes.)

He pulls himself up to his knees when he finally makes it to the corner, loosening his shoulders in preparation. The room is dark, so it’ll be a challenge, but this is not the first time he’s done this. Hell, it isn’t even the fiftieth. He’s a nosy person. He could do this in his sleep, probably, so in the dark is no problem.

As slowly as he can manage, to make sure it’s silent, he pries off the metal grate covering of the air vent, setting it down gently beside him. Laying down on his stomach again to get a better angle, he reaches down into the wide tube, following the curve of the cool metal, arm buried up to his shoulder, until he’s reached as far as he physically can. He carefully starts brushing his hands along the air vent, searching, feeling. It shouldn’t be too far down since his arms are way longer than Keith’s (Lance enjoys calling him T-Rex, which Keith hates and literally everyone else who knows them loves. It’s great).

Finally, his fingers brush on something small, compact, sturdy, and soft. He wraps his fist around it and slowly drags it out of the vent, keeping it in his fist as he crawls out of the bedroom and down the hall, somersaulting into the kitchen. He heads over to the fridge, figuring that if he uses the fridge light and Keith walks in, he can just pretend he’s getting a snack or something, shoving the thing he found into his pants. Keith’ll be too out of it to question it, anyway.

Laughing quietly and evilly to himself as he pulls open the fridge door, he brings his closed fist up to the light, examining the treasure he found. It takes a moment for his eyes to adjust to the light, to take in what’s in front of him.

He gasps sharply when he processes, and the treasure slips out of his hands, clattering loudly to the floor.

He freezes immediately, listening for the telltale signs of his boyfriend snorting awake, noticing Lance’s side of the bed is empty, then the sound of his footsteps as he comes to look for him.

But, fortunately, there’s nothing. The only thing Lance hears are Keith’s continued snores.

Rapidly, Lance scoops up the box and brings it back to the light. It’s unmistakable — there’s only one thing that houses in a small hinged velvet box. It explains the shiftiness over the last few weeks, too, the nervousness that Keith has been disgusting as mysterious intrigue.

Keith is going to propose. Keith is going to propose!

Smiling so widely his face hurts, Lance flicks open the box, bringing his face closer to carefully inspect the ring inside.

It’s difficult to see in the dull blue light of the fridge, but Lance starts to cry when he sees it, because he recognises this ring. This is Keith’s dad’s ring; old, heavy gold, classic princess cut diamond, simple and polished and elegant. This is the ring Keith often wears around his neck, although he rarely has as of late, for now obvious reasons. This is the ring Keith has carried with him for almost two decades. This is, without a doubt, Keith’s most prized Earthly possession, and his intent is to gift it to Lance, as a promise of his love and trust and faithfulness.

Lance has to sit down so he doesn’t pass out. He grabs a dishtowel on the way to the floor, pressing it to his face to muffle his absolutely wailing sobs, the most ugly crying he’s literally ever done in his life.

He’s so glad he snooped. If he had this reaction when Keith finally summoned the balls to ask him, his engagement photos would be so embarrassing.

He paused mid-sniffle.

Actually.

A little embarrassed of himself, he slides up his phone, holding the ring box up to his tear-swollen and smiling face to snap a picture. He looks like a mess, but it’s important to him to have a physical memory of the moment he first learned Keith planned to marry him. He’s sure he’ll cry more over it the next time he’s feeling sappy and emotional.

He doesn’t realise how long he sits, fridge wide open, back to the cabinet doors of the kitchen island, staring in awe at the ring, until his watch starts to beep.

“Fuck,” he curses, scrambling to his feet. It’s six o’clock. Keith’ll be up in fifteen minutes to go on his morning run, Lance has literally been mooning over his ring for two and a half hours.

He runs back to the bedroom, barely remembering at the last second time muffle his footsteps, shoving the ring back into the vent and pressing the grate back onto the hole. Keith stirs slightly at the noise, so Lance abandons any thought of whether or not the ring box is positioned back exactly where he found it and fuckin’ dives for the bed, reburying himself in his boyfriend’s arms and hoping he can pass it off as just having shifted around in his sleep or something. Apparently he squirms and kicks a lot (which is a lie that Keith perpetuates to take attention away from the severity of his snores), so it should be fine. Probably.

“Wh—L’nce?” Keith mumbles, stirring from behind him. He inhales deeply, arms pulling away from Lance’s and stretching out above him. Lance’s heart pounds. He forces himself to stay relaxed, to avoid squeezing his eyes shut. He prays that Keith doesn’t notice how sweaty he is.

Keith leans over to press a lingering kiss to his neck, then chuckles. Lance can feel the imprint of his smile on his skin, and tamping down his own reflexive smile is literally the hardest thing he has ever had to do in his entire life.

“You’re warm as hell,” Keith murmurs, dragging his lips down his neck, across his shoulders. His hand comes to rest in his hip, curling into the hollow there. “Betcha you were squrimin’ around in y’re sleep last night, ya worm. Betcha I’ve got bruises on my shins.” His shoulders, pressed against Lance’s back, shake with his laughter, because he is a shithead who is so lucky that Lance loves him. He presses one final kiss to Lance’s skin and then rolls out of bed. Lance listens carefully as he gets dressed in his jogging clothes and runs a brush through his hair. He falls half asleep listening to the familiar sounds, rousing slightly again when Keith ducks back in to kiss Lance’s head one last time before heading out.

Lance smiles as he falls asleep for real, after the sound of the front door opening and closing.

He’s gonna clown that dumbass so goddamn badly.

———

Lance has a love-hate relationship with pranks. On one hand, the one and only time he was sent into an asthma attack so bad he had to go to the hospital was after he and Hunk wrapped every single thing in Veronica’s room with aluminum foil while she was away on a trip, and upon seeing her reaction laughed so hard his lungs basically collapsed. He still can’t think of that without laughing. On the other hand, he’s had more than enough cruel pranks shoved his way, and never in his life wants anyone to feel humiliated because of something he did.

He can’t not prank Keith, though. He’s literally beat Keith to his own proposal. A prank is in order.

Usually, he’d call Hunk for something like that. They’ve been partners in crimes for most of their lives, after all. Pidge too, honestly. He knows they’d both get a kick out of this whole situation as well.

But…even if those dunderheads were capable of keeping their mouths shut, which they’re not, Lance kind of wants to…well, he wants to keep his proposal to himself. He likes being in on it. He likes being to only one in on it, actually. Honestly, the only thing he wants to do is brag to Keith that he knows, which defeats the whole purpose.

He straightens abruptly. A smirk spreads across his face.

He has an idea.

———

The first step is recon. He needs access to the ring, regularly and long-term, but all will be for naught if Keith realises it’s missing. He needs to know if Keith stashed the ring when he decided to propose and avoided thinking about it, or if he checks on it frequently and stresses himself out about when he’s finally going to go through with it. Both are very Keith options. In fact Lance wouldn’t be surprised if he somehow managed both at the same time, as impossible as that seems.

To get around the issue, Lance goes Spy Barbie. He waits until Keith goes out for his weekly coffee date with Shiro and Adam and then digs through his makeup kit, setting aside what he needs and sitting next to the air vent grate. He spends a good amount of time polishing the metal, making sure it’s as fresh and untouched as it was when it was first put in its package, and then he uses a wide end brush to apply a thin layer of highlighter to the white metal. He takes great care to ensure that no colour is visible, only a slight sheen if one were to look closely. And Keith doesn’t have any reason to look closely, and since Lance knows the universe loves him, he won’t.

The next step is waiting. Lance acts completely normally when Keith gets home, if a little giddy. Keith most certainly notices Lance’s giggles and affection and the way he can’t seem to keep his hands to himself, but he doesn’t seem to mind or question it. Lance does sometimes get like this, after all.

He scored a hot as hell boyfriend. He’s allowed to be a little awed sometimes. He doesn’t feel weird about it.

He does, however, mellow out in the next few days. Keith takes him to a car show, which is fucking wicked, and somehow manages to get himself and Lance behind the wheels of two 200 horsepower Mustangs for them to race, which is so exhilarating that Lance doesn’t have words for it. He just yells and jumps around about it a lot. He doesn’t actually manage to find words for a couple hours after he totally smokes Keith’s ass, but whatever. It’s cool. Keith tried his best and everything, Lance is sure.

A week later, when Keith is out on his coffee date again, Lance gets to work. He cuts a large square of parchment paper and covers it with clear packing tape, careful not to touch the sticky side, overlapping strips so they make one giant tape sheet.

Once the parchment sheet is covered, he peels off the tape, and as planned it comes off in one large sheet, slightly bigger than the air vent grate. Again careful to steer clear of the sticky part, he places the tape sheet sticky side down onto the grate, pressing down hard and rubbing to smooth it out completely flat. Once he’s sure it’s totally stuck down, he picks at one corner until it’s loose, then slowly and meticulously peels the whole sheet back. He holds the tape, now showcasing the concealer-print of the grate, up to the light, examining it with the utmost scrutiny.

Not one single fingerprint in sight. Keith has not touched the grate at all, hasn’t dug into his secret hiding spot. He is taking the refusing to think about it route, then.

Lance smirks. He reaches down and scoops up the ring, placing the grate back where it belongs and skipping out to the living room, humming jovially to himself.

Excellent.

———

The first picture Lance snaps, while biting his lip so hard to keep back his laughter it bleeds, is once again in the dead of night, two weeks after Lance first discovered the ring. Keith is sprawled out on his back this time, arms and legs askew, sheets tangled somewhere around his legs. Lance shifts so they’re both facing the same direction, then holds up his phone camera, trying to figure out how to artfully position himself for utmost devastation upon discovery. He decides eventually on a classic.

He heads over to the dresser to pick out his cutest pajamas, settling on the red spaghetti strap top with lace and short-shorts, debating on accessorizing and deciding at the last minute not to bother except for lip gloss, which is always appropriate. He climbs into bed next to Keith, gently laying his head on his chest and maneuvering one arm to wrap around Lance’s hips. The other he leaves flopped on top of the pillows. He leaves Keith’s mouth wide open because it’s funny, and goes the extra mile to mess up Keith’s hair worse than it already is, because that’s funnier. Finally he flicks open the ring case with his left hand and holds it to his face, grinning widely, and uses his right to snap a picture of the two of them. Once he’s satisfied with it, he untangles himself from the bed again, puts the ring away, presses a sticky lip gloss kiss to Keith’s cheek for funsies, and crawls back into bed for real. His sleep is sound as a baby’s.

———

The next photo doesn’t actually happen for another month. Lance fears overdoing it, and also kind of fears getting caught with the ring, so he leaves it in its hiding spot until the opportunity for another cheeky photo presents itself.

The opportunity in question arrives when Keith announces that he has arranged to drive down to the secluded beach that Lance took him too early in their relationship to spend the day. At first Lance thinks he’s proposing for real, and to check he waits until Keith has the car all packed up and ready to go and then pretends to run inside to go to the washroom. Instead he ducks into their room and tears into the air vent, grasping around until his fingers close around the box.

He scoffs to himself. Wimp.

He quickly shoves the box into his fanny pack (fanny packs are COOL and CONVENIENT and Lance will not hear a word of controversy on the subject, they are absolutely nothing like Keith’s dweeb utility belt) and sprints back to the car. When Keith asks him why he’s smirking, Lance manages to convince him that he’s just excited for the beach.

Lance should have been an actor, honestly.

He mostly forgets about the ring while they’re there. He has enough sense to keep it in the car instead of on the beach so it doesn’t get stolen, unlikely as it is, and just enjoys the day with his boyfriend. He convinces Keith to go jet skiing with him and cackles to himself as he purposely sends Keith flying off the back of it. He screeches at the top of his lungs later when Keith scoops him up from his nap and literally chucks him into the ice cold water. The two of them make really garbage sculptures of their friends in the sand to amuse themselves. They gather ugly seashells and send pictures to their friends asking them if they’ve been turned into mollusks, since there is a resemblance. The whole day was a blast. Lance firmly slots it in his top ten days of all time.

When they go for a long walk to watch the sunset, Lance snaps a picture with the ring and a very teasing grin the second Keith has his back turned. He will bring up how this was a perfect moment to propose, and he will pat Keith’s head condescendingly about it. He can’t wait.

———

The third photo is another dead-of-night-situation. Lance knows it’s repetitive, but it’s easy and it’s funny and Lance can’t resist.

To change things up a bit, he decides not to be in the photo, and also to see just how much he can get away with.

Keith is on his side, this time, one hand tucked under the pillow, one hand held loose and open on top of it. He’s been tired, lately, and when Lance says he fell asleep the second his head hit the pillow, he is not exaggerating. In fact Lance is reasonably certain he passed out in the way down. He is KOed. He’s unconscious. He is absolutely dogged out.

The timing is perfect.

Carefully, aware of the consequences should Lance make a mistake, he removes the ring from its box. He realizes abruptly that it’s the first time he’s ever done that, despite his ridiculous quest, and he finds that he can’t quite let go of the ring just yet. The metal feels cool and smooth on his finger tips; worn, even. It’s shinier than it used to be, which means Keith has probably had it professionally retouched. Resized too, probably, although Lance can’t quite bring himself to check. The diamond catches the minimal light in the room and refracts into rainbows that fall softly on Keith’s lax face, highlighting his sharp jawline, his softly squished cheek, his relaxed brow. He looks so dorky when he sleeps, completely free of the furrow of concentration that usually resides in between his eyebrows, his resting frown. His mouth is always wide open when he’s out, and the echoing of his snores is so comically loud and ridiculous but absolutely something that Lance can’t live without. He has them recorded, actually, for the rare nights they’re not home together, on the rare night Lance has to sleep alone.

Smiling softly to himself, Lance places the ring in Keith’s open palm. He rests his hand on top of Keith’s for a moment, just because he can, just to relish in the scratch of Keith’s callouses on his skin, before pulling back and steadying his phone to snap a picture. He catches it right as Keith inhales heavily, right as his nose scrunches up.

It’s goofy as hell. It’s perfect.

———

The fourth picture is the riskiest, Lance thinks. He’s taken to carrying the ring around with him everywhere, almost as if he is the one planning to propose, just in case he has a moment when Keith’s back is turned. (There really aren’t that many. Keith faces him a lot. He likes to hold Lance hand and kiss his face, neither of which you can do from behind. Lance fucking loves his boyfriend so much.)

They’re at a Thing. Lance’s parents are celebrating their fortieth anniversary, and obviously Lance is bringing Keith, and since Keith is his mother’s favourite he is encouraged to bring his family as well, which means Shiro and Adam are coming, and if Hunk and Pidge weren’t invited then someone would cry and nothing would be right in the world, and of course Veronica is bringing Allura, and Coran comes because Lance’s dad thinks he’s the funniest man to walk the Earth. And of course all Lance’s relatives are there.

The point is that it’s a full house. A couple full houses, actually, since their neighbours are also involved. It’s a lot of people in one place.

As is protocol in crowded places, Keith is essentially glued to Lance’s side. Lance is quite happy with this arrangement, because he gets to show his boyfriend off like the hot piece of ass he is, especially to his rude ass great aunties and uncles who always had something to say about Lance and his single-ness when he was still rocking braces. So.

One thing about Keith, though, is that everyone who meets him is doomed to fall in love with him forever and ever, or so Lance has noticed. His niece and nephew are no exception, and immediately upon catching sight of their uncle — Keith, that is, Lance may as well be dead meat when Tio Keith is available, which, rude — they descend upon him not unlike a vulture may descend upon a recently deceased armadillo. Or whatever. Lance didn’t grow up in the desert, he doesn’t know what happens there.

Occupied as he is, one child hanging off each arm, Keith cannot keep his vice grip on Lance’s hand. Occupied as he is, two children talking at him in a mix of Spanish and English so rapid that Lance himself cannot keep up, which is saying something because his nickname for many years was and aptly so Motormouth, Keith cannot have his full attention on Lance. In fact, even, his back is delightfully turned.

Lance doesn’t hesitate. He flicks open the ring box and snaps a picture. His grin is nothing short of gleeful and he is entirely unapologetic.

When he turns back around, ring box stuffed back into his pocket, he realizes Nadia is staring at him with wide eyes.

“You, shush,” Lance says, and then switches to Spanish so Keith, who is still learning, will miss it, “or I’ll choose a random child to be my flower girl. I swear.”

She glares at him. “This is why Tio Keith is my favourite,” she mutters, because she is a snot who acts as if Lance does not and has not for her whole life taken her on all sorts of cool awesome amazing trips and bought her cool awesome amazing presents. Who was it who bought them recorders when they were seven to terrorize Luis with? Lance. Who was it to take them to a live rocket taking off the summer they turned nine? Lance.

“You’re a brat,” he informs her.

She sticks her tongue out at him, snickering. “Side genes.”

Lance unfortunately has nothing to say to that and also refuses to be roasted by an eleven year old, so he yanks Keith away as penance and takes him to a corner somewhere to make out. He feels very smug about it.

———

The fifth time doesn’t happen.

The fifth time is a clusterfuck.

The fifth time, it’s night again, and Lance honestly doesn’t even plan on taking another picture. He’s just next to the vent, lying on his belly, legs kicking in the air as he inspects the ring for the billionth time. He’s so excited. He can’t wait to wear this on his finger. He can’t wait for Keith to put it there. He’s can’t wait to be Keith’s husband, is the crux of it all. It’s like groundhog day except with literal euphoria. Lance is the luckiest man literally alive, and Keith hasn’t even hinted towards a plan to pop the question yet.

“You are the nosiest motherfucker in the planet, you shithead.”

Lance yelps, startling so bad he almost brains himself on the floor and nearly drops the ring. He manages to catch himself with the grace of God and also probably luck, or neither of those things, but either way Lance heart nearly pounds out of his chest.

“You scared me, you butthead!”

Keith chuckles. His voice is low and raspy from sleep, vowels still rounded from the accent that only comes out when he’s mad or drunk or tired. Lance’s belly swoops. Keith grabs Lance’s ankle and tugs, dragging him over to him, pulling him upright when he’s close enough. Lance goes into him fully, curling up into him, head tucked under his chin. Keith’s hands come to rest on top of his, sliding the ring box from him.

“How long have you known, you snoop?”

“Six months,” Lance answers. “In my defense, you were acting suspicious as all hell.”

Keith kisses his head. “Fair.”

“I need to know everything about everything or I’ll die. You know this.”

Keith snorts. He takes Lance’s left hand and smooths it flat, spreading out his fingers. “Yeah. Ruined my plans, though.”

“Oh, please. You and I both know there were no plans involved. You walked by a shop advertising ring retouching and walked in before you even thought about it.”

Keith says nothing. Lance grins and presses on.

“I bet you cried the whole time, too.”

“Shut up. I’m gonna keep the ring.”

Lance kisses him on the chest, the closest place he can reach, through his sleep shirt. “No, you’re not.”

“Mhm.” Keith plucks the ring out of the box with one hand, setting it on the ground beside them and grabbing Lance’s hand with his other. “You’re right. I’m not.”

He doesn’t move for a while, except to stroke his thumb over the palm of Lance’s hand, over and over again. Lance likes the feeling. He’s always likes the feeling of Keith’s hands in him.

“I know this isn’t a fancy dinner or sunset on the beach or with your whole family present,” he murmurs. “But I’m tired of waiting, if you don’t mind me jumping the gun.”

Lance smiles widely. A tear leaks out of his eye, dripping down his face and onto Keith’s hand.

“I don’t.”

“Good.” Keith holds the ring just above Lance’s finger, poised, ready to slide it on but waiting for permission. “Lance Sanchez, will you marry me?”

“Keith Gyeong, I would want nothing more.”

Unhesitant at last, Keith slides his father’s ring onto Lance’s finger, centring it so the diamond shines brightly in the middle. It fits perfectly.

The tears stream down Lance’s face, and he can’t for the life of him pretend that they’re not, not that he’d bother. He buries his face in his fiancé’s neck and feels Keith’s own tears soaking his hair.

“I took a bunch of sneaky pictures of me holding the ring in front of you,” Lance admits.

Keith laughs. “Of course you did.”

“I carried the ring around for months.”

“Checks out.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Lance.”

“I can’t wait to marry you.”

Keith hums, tilting his head up and kissing him properly, entwining their hands so they can both feel the ring press against skin. “No more waiting for you, sweetheart.”

———

based on this post

[lowcosmic]

—— random act of appreciation .

— 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : fuzzy romantic moments were never really kokichi’s thing. but he can make an exception for you.

— 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙚 : fluff

— 𝙘𝙬 : nothing

— 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨 : kokichi ouma

↳ “ meet me at our usual spot ” signed with a quick handwritten signature of “ — kokichi ” was left in your locker as you’d gone to grab something from inside.

→ by “ usual spot , ” he meant in the back of the school near one of the blossomed trees where you’d both first interacted. back then , he’d playfully teased you for being alone yet still showing interest in why you were out there away from everyone else.

→ you were having a particularly bad day that day , but even though that happened , it grew a potential new friendship to blossom as well as the buds on the tree above.

→ it was a familiar trope that kokichi soon thought about. so , avoiding cliches , he’d made your life so much more interesting and unique in ways you’d never thought would happen with you both. and finally , that led to him proposing to be a couple.

→ and on one random day , he’d left that note.

→ kokichi avoided you for the rest of the day , a bit unintentionally. but as he’d noticed you coming to him more since he’d not been talking to you , he continued running away from you whenever you’d come close.

→ and finally , the end of the day came. you’d waited under the tree on the bench , browsing through things on your phone and glancing up now and then. you pondered over why didn’t he just text you instead of leaving a note. sometimes you wonder if he’s being stupid on purpose or if it’s just his natural nature.

→ just as you were about to text him , you saw him run from the side of the school over to your direction. putting your phone away , you watched as he sped towards you.

→ “ hiii , (s/o) !! ~ ” he called out. he was holding a box. a simple , cardboard box.

→ he gave the box towards you without listening to your questions. he wanted you to open it. he sat on the bench with you , closely watching your actions.

→ you opened it hesitantly in fear of some kind of prank inside. but instead , there were a few gifts in the box.

→ three boxes of your favorite candy. a replica of his scarf and dice outfit ( you’d been stealing his clothes lately to impersonate him ) , and a small box. you’d hugged him , despite his whines about how “ you hug him too tight ”. he liked them , but playful banter just tends to flow out of his mouth whenever you’re sweet to him.

→ the box was sort of like a box you’d see in proposals. it was light. kokichi had gone behind you to help tie the scarf on. opening the box …

→ there was a ring , not exactly one used for weddings , but one of those couple matching ones. kokichi then flashed his own on his slender finger , showing it off by putting it side by side to the ring in the box.

→ “ put it on !! ” he urged , snapping you out of your daze as you gazed upon the expensive looking jewelry , slipping it onto your ring finger.

→ then it tightened ever so slightly. “ what the heck — ?? ”

→ he evilly grinned. “ do you like it? one of my dice members recently had a thing for machinery and helped me make this. i was gonna ask miu first , but like , she’s miu. ”

→ “ what … is this? ” you asked , testing to see if you could slide it back off in vain.

→ “ don’t bother. it’s a ring to show that we truly belong together! of course , there’s a way to get it off , but i'm not telling you that. ” — kokichi dramatically inhaled — “ do you not like it? … ” he childishly pouted.

→ with him in front of you , you pulled him in for a chaste kiss on the lips. “ what’s the occasion even for , though? ” you questioned , mumbling against his lips.

→ “ just wanted to show my beloved significant other my love to them. why , is it too cheesy for you? ” he lightly teased.

→ “ coming from you. ” you replied as you sunk into him once more.

please don’t repost , translate , or claim my works as your own.

[pooks]

"40 MILLION?" Sanji shrieked angrily. "HE GOT A BOUNTY ON 40 MILLION BERRY?!"

Ichiji had known that he would get a bounty on his head, sooner or later. But he hadn't anticipitated that it would be this soon. He looked at the wanted poster in his hands, staring at what it told him.

WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE SCARLET ICHIJI B 40,000,000-

'This is going to difficult our quest furthermore.' Ichiji thought to himself, narrowing his eyes at the bounty while his captain laughed merrily in the background.

"WOHOO! Hear that? I'm worth 100. 000 000 now!"

Zoro, for a change, also joined him as the swordsman had also recieved his first wanted poster.

"Man, I'm a little disappointed at 60. 000. 000!" Zoro grinned widely, contrary to his words. "Congrats, redhead! You're in the bounty club now!"

"YOU TWO, QUIT ENJOYING THIS!" Nami scolded them.

Ichiji didn't felt for celebrating. A wanted poster was seen by the whole world. Of course, Vinsmoke Ichiji (and Sanji) officially died at sea when he escaped Germa...

He prayed to any deity listening that this wouldn't reach Germa 66. Although it's been ten years and not a single sign of Judge ever looking for him. But he knew the old saying, the calm before the storm-

"WHY THE SHITTY MARIMO BEFORE ME?!" Sanji wailed dramatically. "EVEN MY OWN BROTHER BEFORE ME!"

"He can't help it, he's the better-looking brother after all." Zoro smirked evilly at the cook.

Sanji answered by delivering a kick aimed at his face and then, another fight between the cook and the first mate broke loose.

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Emily Prentiss X Jennifer 'JJ' Jareau X Autistic Teen Reader

Request: hiii! could i request one where the reader is the child (they/them pronouns please!) of JJ and Emily and they're autistic and have a meltdown and jemily helps them through it? preferably the reader being an older teen. thank youuu :))

Third person pov...

It was Y/N Jareau-Prentiss first day at their new high school, the 16 year old was nervous to start the new year in a new classroom, with a new teacher and completely new classmates.

JJ and Emily knowing their child gets overwhelmed a lot with things like this met their child's teacher before hand and explained to him how Y/N is autistic and gets overwhelmed easily and will need support.

The teacher was happy to accommodate which helped relax the mothers, at 7am Emily woke up and turned off her alarm she then, shook her wife awake, the blonde woman groaned and turned away making her wife sigh.

Emily then yawned and kisses her wife on the cheek before getting out from the warm covers and wonders into wake-up Y/N, currently the 16 year old was asleep, they hadn't slept well because of how nervous they were for the new school year.

Emily smiles and gently wakes them up, being a light sleeper Y/N wakes up when she shakes them, they give their Mum and sleepy smile. "Good morning honey" she smiled; "Mum" yawns the teen stretching.

Emily smiles and places their clothes on their bed to get dressed in. "you ger dressed honey, I'll go wake Momma up again" says the black haired woman before leaving, the 16 year old then gets up out of bed and into their clothes.

This is their routine in the morning, their Mums wakes them up at 7, then they get dressed and have breakfast downstairs. Since finding out their kid was autistic the two women spent every waking moment researching to help understand their child and listen to them.

While Y/N was getting dressed Emily walked back into her room to wake up her sleeping wife, JJ had definitely fallen back to sleep making her wife sigh, suddenly an idea forms.

Emily walks back into her childs room and devious grin on her face. "hey N/N wanna wake up mum with me?" she askes the kid, Y/N sees the look on her face and grins. "Definitely" "okayy lets go!" Yells Emily.

The two then run to Emily and JJS room grins on their faces, Y/N peaks their head in and sees their Mum still asleep with a pillow over her head.

Emily and Y/N grin evilly before jumping onto the bed shaking JJ effectively awake. The blonde woman groans at the assault on her sleep but smiles at her family none the less.

"Morning guys" she grins at the duo on her bed, they grin identical grins back. "Time to get up I suppose" she questions, "yet sleepy head, come on N/N let's makes breakfast" Says Emily, the mother and Teen then run of to the kitchen leaving the blonde behind to get dressed and wake up.

Hours later the family of three are getting out of the car outside Y/Ns high school, the Teen was nervously flapping their hands (stimming) and swaying as they wait for their parents to get out of the car.

JJ and Emily soon get out and lock the car, they stand beside their obviously anxious child. The teen breathes in and out before bringing their hands to rest by their sides but still flapping them.

They look up at their parents faces before the trio begin walking towards the office, as they stepped foot onto the busy grounds Y/N felt overstimulated, their ears hurt and flight or fight response where telling them to run.

But then it was quiet, JJ patted her childs shoulder she had put their ear defenders on, she noticed the early signs of a meltdown before the teenager did, sighing sofly Y/N felt better not as overwhelmed but it was still there.

For the past couple of years the teen had been homeschooled as they couldn't deal with school, the bullies and the people. For them it was too loud too crowded, which why their Uncle Spencer suggested they get her a diagnosis and of course the genius was right Y/N was autistic, since then they have been learning about having an Autistic child and helping to understand their child a lot more.

As they continue walking Y/N could feel it coming - the creeping sensation of overwhelming anxiety that had been slowly building up all day. Despite their best efforts at controlling their emotions, the feeling of rising panic was too much, and tears began to roll down their cheeks.

As this was happening they made it to the office, JJ speaks to the receptionists asking where the sensory room is, Emily comforts their child, the receptionist spots Y/Ns state and quickly showed them.

Once they were alone Y/N sunk to the floor curling in on themselves, realising it was a meltdown JJ and Emily quickly they jumped into action, JJ gathered her child up in a hug, providing pressure.

while Emily stood protectively by their side, though her leg was pressed against Y/Ns back so they new she was still there.

JJ was almost the more affectionate one while Emily didn't do physical touch but had her owns ways of helping. "shh shh its okay N/N" "its okay Mum is here and so is Mumma" "yeah don't worry kid we wont leave you" the two woman whisper to their distressed child.

With soft words of encouragement and pressure JJ strokes Y/Ns hair and back. They reminded the teen of the things they enjoy and talking about their special interests and the strategies Spencer had taught them for dealing with anxiety and meltdowns.

For the next half hour or so, Y/Ns parents gently guided the H/C teen through their meltdown. They reassured them and tried to look at things from their perspective so that they could gain new insight and understanding. They also gave her new ways to handle her emotions, slowly, very slowly, the feeling of panic began to subside and everything that was overwhelming them before stopped.

Y/Ns breathing evened out, and they were able to start taking in their surroundings again. JJ and Emily stayed close, offering words of support and reassurance once they had fully clamed down Y/N took of their headphones and looked at at their Mums and smiled.

"thank you" the teen mumbled, earning them a smile and hug from their parents making them feel better instantly.

The end!

Hope you liked this so sorry for the wait ive been super busy at college my art class has been super busy working on projects.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1155

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Hello it is me, MyEpicPseudonym on ao3!

Thanks for running the messageboard, mod Tizona!! And good job everyone on their fics, I couldn't read them all but the ones I read were great!

When I first sent that ask about writing Hermitcraft x Arthurian legend, I may have lied about not having a lot of knowledge about King Arthur stories and I was evilly rubbing my hands together when you suggested listening to High Noon over Camelot (you're the one that introduced me to the Mechanisms in the first place last year hehe)

I actually only said something about Hermitcraft x Arthurian legend because I knew you'd like it, then I went "Oh that's actually a good idea, let's do it" and the rest is history

- Sailor

and the asks I sent about my fic were about the same one I talked about as Sailor (How Gem the Slayer became a Knight of Camelot), the fic I posted as this anon (The wooden box found in the garage) was written in less than a day just because I wanted a fic posted as compass anon

🧭

And the names Sailor and 🧭 have nothing to do with the fics I wrote because I had to come up with something to sign my asks before I had any idea what my fics were going to be about - Sailor is a nod to my tumblr url and 🧭 just looks nice :)

you know? you being you makes so much sense now that i think back on it… i clocked the weird hours of posting (dutch) but didn’t connect the dots…. kudos to you for the fact that both compass and sailor didn’t ring any familiarity bells though!

[gothamite-rambler]

I'm sorry I just wanted to add this part where he's not only doing that, but gaslighting Bruce with the smallest inconveniences that freak the Dark Knight out.

Talia: Why are you doing this?

Teen Jason: I'm full of hate and want to savor that man's world burning. Some of it is so small but noticable too.

I broke into the manor last week and switched out a bunch of his pants that he wears the most with a pair slightly smaller so he thinks he's getting fatter.

Talia (horrified): Oh my Ra's, that's such odd gaslighting. Who did you learn that from?

Jason (pointing at Ra's): Your dad.

Ra's Al Ghul: Now you just finish the email sign up project. That man's going to get so much scientology mail.

Ra's started laughing evilly at his meticulous and oddly screwed up vengeance.

Talia: Jason, stop listening to him!

baby jason: im going to steal this guy’s tires cause i need food. i wish i didnt have to, but i need to eat

teen jason: i will move at a speed of 0.2 inches (0.508 centimeters) a second in order to blow up bruce’s car. this will take me 3 hours. i am only doing this out of hatred

[welcometothemusicandthemisery]

Also I decided to roll the evillious event just once and I got evil kaito hehe

[mythica0]

Flipping the Script

🎂: ROTTMNT

🧁: Leo

🍫: Donnie

Summary: It’s very normal at this point in the lair for Donnie to help Leo with his lee moods, but what about Leo helping Donnie with a Ler mood instead?

A/N: look at me! Writing more! Hurrah! I came up with this because I’ve done multiple fics of Donnie gettin Leo cause he was in a lee mood and thought “but what if…?” So, Enjoy this self-indulgent thing-a-mabob! (P.S remember I’m a massive lee without a ler bone in my body so if I’ve misunderstood ler moods in anyway let me know.)

TW: a swear word

Flipping the Script

‘Hmmm.’ Donnie’s thoughts echoed.

He was in a ler mood. And a bad one. He couldn’t help it! His six fingers itched to tickle. He wanted to make someone laugh, but not in the ‘I want to be funny laugh at my jokes please’ kinda way, more like the ‘I like seeing you happy and also uncontrollably laughing so much it’s ridiculous-‘ kinda way.

He craved to have someone trapped in their own head as he crawled his fingers down their side making them giggle and squirm, tease them until they’re red in the face-

And there he goes again. He kept doing that! Picturing a scenario where he finally captured a victim. He couldn’t focus on anything like this!

Frustrated, he climbed out of bed and went to go get some water and maybe a snack.

As he passed through to the kitchen, he spotted Leo at the table. He would be fun to get- no. Donnie. Stop thinking about it.

Leo sensed his twins presence and looked up. “Hey DonTon! What’s up?” Leo asked cheerfully, noticing a slight gleam in Donnie’s eyes but deciding not to mention it.

‘Oh fuck it’s going to be so hard to talk to him without saying something I might regret-‘ “oh, I’m just l, getting water you know, got to get hydrated” Donnie laughed nervously.

Leo raised an eyebrow ridge, “Okay, something’s going on with you, what is it?”

Donnie’s eyes shifted to the side and his fingers twitched. “Nothing….of importance.” He spoke hesitantly.

“Yeah, you think so? Well, if it’s bothering you, it’s important to me. I promise I won’t judge. Now, I’ll ask you one more time, what’s up?”

Donnie sighed, knowing it would be pointless to lie, “I may or may not.. be… in a massive ler mood.” He rushed the last part of the sentence, as if speaking it quickly would make it less embarrassing.

Leo’s eyebrow lines shot up. “Okay then,” then he finished with a more hesitant, “…I suppose I can help you with that.”

Donnie looked over to him, “really?”

“Really, I don’t mind I promise.”

A smirk grew in Donnie’s face. “Well that I knew, Lee-o~”

Leo pushed his hands towards his twin halfheartedly, “Man, I’m being nice to you shut up!”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that dear brother, you agreed to help me, which means you have agreed to let me tease you as I please!” Donnie booped the end of Leo’s snout with the final word.

Don then pulled Leo into a tight hug, resting his hands in either side of his brother. “Now, to start, I have a little game for you~” and he rested his hands still.

“Don’t laugh, and I don’t move. But at the first sign of laughter! The slightest snicker or giggle, well, then my true fun begins.”

Leo squeezed his eyes shut and groaned slightly. “Oh fuck… I’m screwed.”

Donnie chuckles evilly. “Ohoho nervous already? This will be fun.”

For the first minute or so, Don was quiet. Just quiet breathing and listening to Leo’s irregular breathing as he tried to hold back his anticipatory giggles. But after a while, the tech-man began to tease.

“You know what I’m gonna do when you break Leo? I’ll start off real nice and slow, just gentle tracing along your most ticklish spots. Sending sparks across your skin.”

Leo’s eyes widened in a giddy dread, and his efforts to stay quiet tenfolded, but yet he came so much closer to failing.

“And then I’ll get a little bit rougher, more ticklish, as I scribble and scratch my hands into your sides, your underarms, maybe even your thighs and knees, that’ll be fun for you, won’t it?”

Leo’s breathing becomes even more sporadic as he tries to contain his giggles by holding his breath.

“Maybe I’ll give you some raspberries and nibbles in your oh so sensitive little tummy! We’re just gonna have a blast.”

Leo finally breaks, just a little giggle slipping out, but it was enough.

Donnie’s evil smile grew. “Oh, was that a laugh? I think it was~! Time for the true fun to begin.”

Donnie started off doing exactly what he said he would. Tracing up and down Leo’s ribs and around them in gentle circles that produced a giggly smile and gentle squirming from Leo.

“Aww~ look at him, so happy and giggly~” Don teased, mocking but still light in tone. He moved on from the circles, and traced down Leo’s sides before ending up lightly tracing swirls along his thighs, and eventually moving behind his knees in light, barely there, wiggles of his fingers.

All the while Leo was giggling like a moron. The light tingly sensation was like electricity flowing through his skin, but it wasn’t unpleasant. He was happy to help his twin be happy.

Donnie continued on to the speech he had given earlier, moving to slightly harder tickles, moving back up to Leo’s sides, who promptly started laughing much harder than he was previously.

“Oh, is that too much~?” Donnie asks, unserious but also willing to accommodate if the answer was yes.

“Nohoho, youhohour’e fihihine!”

“Oh, good~” Donnie chuckles, his voice lightly sinister.

This continues for a while, and Donnie feels as though his ler mood is satisfied, but… it needs a proper ending to be truly fulfilling.

“Are you ready for the last thing~”

Leo knows what’s coming. “Ahas reheady ahahas ihihi’ll Ehehever behehe.”

“Alright~ on the count of three..” He hesitates for a moment that seems to last forever. “Three!” The softshell shouts, taking a deep breath and giving Leo the most ticklish raspberry possible right on his plastron, where his stomach would be.

Leo screams in laughter, pounding his fist on the floor from the energy of it. He thought that would be it, but then Donnie repeated the action again, and then again in his ribs.

It tickles so much he couldn’t stand it! And yet… he didn’t stop him. It was fun, at least a little bit, for Leo as well. Which feels familiar, hmm, wonder why that is? (/s)

Donnie finally stops and sits up, leaving a giggly brother on the floor. “You good, Nardo?”

He just gets a shaky thumbs up in response, and more giggles.

“You know,” Don starts to speak. “This is a familiar situation. Just with a slightly different cause.”

“Yeheah.” Leo Agrees, “almost as if we’re just flipping the script.”

———THE END————————————————

[duchess-kyuupid]

Hi! Your fic about Idia melted my heart.

Could I request a female reader singing Zero from Vanitas no Carte (it's in English) to Jamil at VDC because she admires and adores him?

Of course! I loved Vanitas no Carte, especially the ed song- like it's so pretty! Once again, for anyone who wants to listen along or has never heard the song, here it is! And sorry it took some time, dearie! I should be working on my college paper rn, but I've kept you waiting for long enough! Hope you enjoy <3

[Fem! Reader (no pronouns used, so it can be read as gn too), Fluff, Set in Book 5] {Uh,, this is a long one guys... About 4,600 words, for reference...Whoops, sorry not sorry I love this man to bits lol}

~Dedicating a Song to Jamil at SDC/VDC~

Okay, well, admittedly, you may have been more relieved than you should have been that you were not accepted into Vil's little group to represent the school. You always thought that your voice wasn't that great, but Grim wanted to tryout with you, and Crowley was offering to improve your living conditions at the Ramshackle dorm, so reluctantly you had agreed. You felt quite fortunate that Grim's off-tune (and frankly horrid) singing drowned out your own at the audition. However, Grim did not share those same sentiments.

"Hmph, they're missing out by not picking me, my singing is clearly superior to those two," Grim pouts as you carry him in your arms back home. He said that it'd make him feel better after basically being forced into a manager role in their group.

"Shouldn't you be proud for Ace and Deuce for making the cut? Besides, we're still helping out by letting them stay at our dorm. You'll get to watch them work themselves to the bone while you'll be getting tuna for doing basically nothing on the sidelines, isn't that a win for you?" You reason in an attempt to cheer him up a little.

"Hmm, I guess you're right! I'll be living in the lap of luxury while those two idiots do all the work!" he chuckles evilly with a mischievous smile. You supposed cheering him up wasn't such a difficult thing to do when you knew what to say.

"But don't you want to participate too?" he asks out of the blue.

"What? Me, participate? Nonono, that sort of thing isn't for me- I'm not that great, honestly. I think I'd just rather just settle with being their manager than going up there with them," you chuckle nervously.

"But you know," he chuckles, a gleam in his eyes that tells you that he's up to no good again, "I think I remember hearing a certain someone's voice singing in the middle of the night sometimes. 'Was so pretty I couldn't go back to sleep."

"I-I, well, are you sure that it wasn't just the ghosts pulling a prank on you?" your face starting to erupt in that tell-tale sign of embarrassment that revealed to Grim that he was exactly on the right track. With a haughty laugh and an evil smile, he replies,

"Nope. Asked them already, and they even said they saw you singing in the courtyard." Busted. You groan loudly and try to look away from Grim's teasing looks, but alas, as you were currently carrying him in your arms, facing yourself away from him would require you to rotate your head around like an owl- that or you'd just have to stop looking where you were walking and risk tripping over something.

"Please don't tell me how many times you heard me..." you say as your ears become redder than Riddle's hair.

"Fufufu, I don't understand why you're so embarrassed about it! You've clearly got some talent in singing- not as much as me of course, but it's still impressive for a human! So why didn't you sing like that at the audition? We could've been part of the team and had all the spotlight together!"

"Well, that's the problem," you half-heartedly laugh, scratching your cheek nervously, "I'm not a big fan of the spotlight. I've actually always wanted to be a singer, but I always got stage fright so I never went through with it."

"OHOHOHO, is my dearest Prefect of Ramshackle in need of my everlasting kindness?" you hear a sudden voice proclaim from above you and you shriek in surprise as Headmaster Crowley, quite literally, drops right in front of you out of nowhere.

"Hey! Stop showing up out of the blue like that! Ya nearly gave me a heart attack!" Grim exclaims (who may or may not have accidentally scratched your arms in his own shock). Crowley ignores Grim's complaints as he stares into your eyes with a wide, knowing smile.

"I couldn't help but overhear that you enjoy singing, and!" he emphasizes, "I just so happened to be nearby the area when you were doing your audition. I believe that should be sufficient to grant you a spot for a solo at the SDC."

"Huh?"

"You need not thank me for my generosity! I know that I am just ever so kind to my wonderful students- it is simply a part of my job as the Headmage of this amazing academy! Oh, but, there is the tiny fact that you will not be representing our school in your performance, but I'm sure that you will be more than happy with the arrangements nonetheless!" Crowley proclaims excitedly. Your mind was still reeling in confusion, as is most encounters with this man, so Grim asks in your place,

"Right, so what's the catch?"

To which Crowley gasps dramatically as if he's been hurt by Grim's question, "To think of such a thing! Why, I'm merely extending my gratitude towards one of my favorite students who I only wish to see succeed!"

"Yeah, yeah, sure you do," Grim states with a pensive look on his face.

"Buuuut, if said favorite student of mine did want to sing at the SDC competition- the solo competition is considered separate from the group acts, and thus the first place winner of the solo's will also receive a fair compensation of around 25 thousand Thaumarks! Isn't that just enticing?" At the sound of that, Grim immediately hops on board; he looks to you with excited eyes, almost begging you to accept the offer.

"Uhm, why are you asking me for this specifically, headmage?" you ask quietly.

"Why, it's as I've stated earlier, I merely wish to see you succeed! Aren't I so generous?"

"Well, I mean, you probably heard what I was saying earlier. I'm not good with crowds, so I-"

"Hush, hush with that nonsense!" Crowley interrupts you by bringing up a finger to your mouth to stop you from speaking, "I know I already promised you better living arrangements for lending the Ramshackle dorm to Vil's group, however, if you decide to agree to this solo act, then I will also arrange for free personal catering for you at Ramshackle....But only for lunch!" And he steps back from you with his hands on his hips, standing proud at his joke of an offer.

"Isn't that just like lunch at the school cafeteria? And besides, I'm not even at the dorm at lunchtime during the school week."

"Sounds like a great deal, sign me up!" Grim exclaims, despite your words.

"Wonderful, wonderful! I'm so glad that you've agreed! I look forward to your spectacular performance!" And without another word, Crowley flies away to who knows where, almost as if to avoid having to answer to whatever you had to say next.

"Grim, you're grounded from eating any tuna until after the SDC is over."

"What?!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By now it was far, far too late to be changing your mind about this- if you've even had a choice in it to begin with. You wish right now that you could have just turned Crowley down when you had the chance, but now you were stuck with this. Stuck with having to come up with something for this show. Stuck here sitting in the middle of the night with only two weeks before the event, with nothing but a blank page to showcase for your 'routine.'

Half of it's because of your work as the new 'manager' for Vil's group, half of it's because you're also trying to keep up with your normal school work too, but the biggest reason why you've hardly touched it is because you just...don't know what to do.

Most of the time, the songs you'd sing out in the courtyard would be songs your parents wrote and sang to you as a child, so they became your way of connecting back to home. Sure, you've written one or two songs of your own because you really did want to become a singer, but you always felt that those songs could never compare to the ones other people would write. And now, having to watch over Vil's group like this, you can't help yourself from comparing yourself to them.

But you technically made a promise, and you were going to go through with it. So, you decided that you would not go to sleep until you've written at least one (1) verse. Unfortunately, this has resulted in you staring at a blank piece of paper for the past 5 hours, with nothing coming up in your head to write about for your song and the time was nearing almost 5 a.m. Vil was definitely going to reprimand you tomorrow for getting no sleep, but it is technically also your fault for deciding not to tell any of them about your entry.

There's no hard feelings against them, of course, it's just that, you thought that if you did decide to tell them that you were also participating in the event, maybe it wouldn't work out too well for you. Sometimes, they can be a little bit...overbearing, to put it kindly, so you didn't want them to influence the song you're writing with their strong personalities. Vil would probably make you go through his own special skincare routine, both Rook and Kalim would give you so many compliments that you wouldn't be able to find any constructive criticism, and Ace and Deuce would probably give you too much criticism, under the guise of teasing you. And Epel? You honestly don't know how he'd react. He might just be in agreement with you as you both mutually didn't want to do this, but in the end you don't see him being very helpful seeing as how well he's been doing recently.

Jamil was probably the only one you could bring yourself to trust with this. He'd give you his solid, honest opinion without being too harsh or too jokey about it. He knows a lot about a lot of different things, so he could offer some advice on your song- what to change, what might sound better, and the like. Which would be helpful, if you had anything written down to begin with.

And in your tired, sleep-deprived state, you thought it'd be a great idea to go to him and ask for advice at this hour. So you leave your room quietly, knocking upon his door to get his attention. It didn't really take very long to wake him up in this way, and he answers the door in his pajamas with his face looking like he was fully awake and ready for anything.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?" he asks gravely as he sees the look on your face (to be fair, you almost looked like a dead person with your tired eyes and your hunched over posture).

"Not an emergency. Need advice," you mumble.

"Advice for what? Can it wait until the morning? What are you even doing up this early?" he sighs.

You take a second to respond to his questions in your sleepy, delirious state, but when your mind finally processes it, you just give him a tiny shrug and a measly, 'I dunno.'

So with yet another sigh coming from him, he gently escorts you back to your room, assuming that you're just one of those types of people who lucidly sleepwalk sometimes. But when he tries to set you back in your bed, you stubbornly stand in place, crying out, "No! I'm not going to sleep until I write something down."

"You're trying to write something?"

You nod, "Mhm, but I don't know what. My parents would write about each other. They would write about the things they love. I wanna be like them, but..." your words drift away as your mind tries to succumb to sleep.

"So you want advice on what to write?" he asks with yet another sigh, and you manage to nod your head again, stubborn as you are to not sleep until you've gotten something done. "Then my advice for you is to go to sleep. Forcing yourself like this isn't going to get you anywhere. Having a clear mind is essential to writing. And when you've got plenty of rest, go outside and try out some new things. Sometimes all it takes is a change of scenery to get your inspiration going. I'll tell the others not to bother you today, so just rest for as long as you need to," he says quietly. If you were actually lucid enough to pay attention to his body language, you'd have noticed the soft looks he was giving you, or the way that he was being as gentle as possible with you as he led you back to your bed successfully.

In any case, you accepted his advice, falling dead asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, and Jamil is left shaking his head at your (adorable) antics as he walks back to his own room.

When you woke up, it was nearly 2 in the afternoon, and as promised, no one had bothered you at all. In fact, the whole dorm was quiet, with not a single soul to be seen. Which was completely reasonable, seeing as how technically school was still in session right now and the others would have practice for a few more hours in the ballroom of the Pomefiore building after that. In other words, you had the whole place exclusively for yourself for the rest of the day.

And yet, you found something quite peculiar sitting on your bedside table. It was a tea set, with a piping hot cup of tea sitting in the middle and a small note leaning against it. Holding up the note closer to your face, you can see that it reads,

'I've used magic to make sure that the tea stays warm no matter how many hours pass, but it starts to wear off when you touch it. The tea is an herbal remedy, supposed to help you clear your mind and stay focused. I wish you luck with your writing. Signed, Jamil'

Jamil made this? For you? Your face grows red in embarrassment as you recall asking for vague advice last night (or this morning, technically). You take a sip of the tea anyway, and you could feel inspiration coming to you as your thoughts continued to wander to Jamil.

'His smile. His kindness. His determination and his thoughtfulness. There's a million different things I could write about him and yet never reach the end of all the amazing things about him.'

And for the rest of the day, it was as if your pen had a mind of its own as it flew across the paper to retell your experience of you finding something that has always been there, yet you're only just realizing it now.

~~~~~~~~~

And so finally, the day of the event had arrived. It was organized so that the groups would perform first, then the solo performers would come after, and then the results of the competition would follow that, which admittedly made you nervous because it meant that the person you've dedicated this song to will be watching you perform said song. You dreaded the idea of being so vulnerable in front of this many people, however, if it meant that you could release all of these pent-up emotions within you, then perhaps it might do you some good to let it all out...

You dressed as nicely as you could, given the limited amount of clothing you had available to you since you've come to this world, but you thought you did a pretty good job at making yourself look presentable out there.

But now, it was finally go-time. All of that preparation, the secret trips to the woods at night to practice your singing and your dancing, the little glances over to Jamil as he's practicing his own routine- all of it is going to be put to the test here and now. The only barrier between you and first place now is your conviction to sing about your love for a certain Scarabian dorm member.

Your name gets called on the speakers, and you sheepishly walk up on stage with your microphone. Your eyes instinctively begin to search the crowd for your friends, but you stop yourself before you could find them because seeing their faces might make you even more nervous than you already are. You stand in the middle of the stage for a moment as the crowd quietens and the instrumentals of your song begins.

'Jamil, I dedicate this song to you- you who gave me the inspiration to compose, you who has given me the courage to follow my dreams. To you, who I've loved for all this time without realizing it. Please, accept my feelings as I sing just for you,' you think, taking a deep breath, and you start to sing.

'Ahead in the empty distance, Fading away unanswered, I turn off the lights to see all the colors in the shadow, Travels across an instant, Far beyond tomorrow, I'm watching a faint breath send a ripple through the water'

Your voice rings out softly, with a gentleness most wouldn't expect for a song appearing at SDC as it echoes through the stadium. And you smile as you get lost in your thoughts again about Jamil. He has always been the type of person to stay in the shadows, always trying his best to avoid any unnecessary attention being drawn to him, but alas, it was exactly because of this that his presence made such faint ripples in your heart to begin with. As the music kicks up a notch, you begin to start your carefully choreographed dance that accompanied this song.

'When I lose myself, I become you, Ichi kara juu leads me back to, Here inside your veil, Finer than a grand view, We'll take a dive, Not even tides can come between us,'

And you recall clear as day how when you were basically delirious from sleep deprivation, your mind's first thoughts were to go to him. Because you knew that you could trust Jamil with anything (despite his many warnings that you shouldn't trust him as much as you do). Your dance suddenly changes its slow momentum as the song progresses to be a bit faster.

'Was it you who I've been searching for, Spent my life alone and waited for, So tenderly and endlessly, You made me whole, you made me whole'

Coming to Twisted Wonderland has been in equal parts exciting and fun, yet so terribly lonely for you. You were lonely even in your own world, never having many friends who would support your interests, but Jamil always made you feel like you could be yourself around him. He was always just,,, safe.

'And the walls I built they melt away, With every touch in your embrace, Every day, every night, every note I play, You made me whole, you made me whole.'

You've become truly entranced into your thoughts, the lyrics and the dance movements coming to you naturally as your mind focuses on other things. From the crowd (that you've long since forgotten about), the people listening in were stunned to silence, enchanted by your voice and your song. Even your group of friends were staring at you with wide eyes as you continued to sing. Especially Jamil.

'How could I have been so blinded, Running away in circles, I hear my doubts drop, When I see you in the mirror,

Right beneath the surface, Washed away my sorrows, I feel your heartbeat, As it echoes through the hour'

Jamil can only stare at you with his eyes as wide as saucers, just like everyone else. Has he ever heard you sing before? No, he doesn't think he has, but he knows that you auditioned with Grim, Ace, and Deuce in front of Rook and Vil, so with a voice as beautiful as yours, why weren't you picked to represent the school? There must have been some sort of mistake in the auditioning process. You clearly had more talent than Ace and Deuce combined...

'When I lose myself, I become you, You are the moment I belong to, Here without our names,'

'Yes, a rose by any other name would smell as sweet... Jamil is so much more than just a servant to the Al-Asims. Oh, to be rid of the Viper name so that he no longer needs to suffer like he has.'

'We're back to being brand new, There's no need to hide, Just you and I until forever'

And as you repeat the chorus, Jamil can't help but to feel like certain parts of this song are quite familiar to him. Like the lyrics are grabbing hold of his heart and caressing it with the tenderness of a lover.

'Was it you who I heard through the door, When I cried and had no place to go? Every day, every night, every note I play, You made me whole, you made me whole.

Tracing and tracing the sunset, Appearing a zero and finally, Now I remember, Oh I have never lived a day without you

Untie the layer of memories, Louder we spin with the melody You are the only, only one for me'

No no no, this couldn't possibly be what he's thinking. This song is clearly a romantic ballad for someone that you must've fallen in love with at some point in time (either here or in your world). This 'familiarity' is just something his mind is making up. And just as he begins to dismiss his initial thoughts, you happen to finally make eye contact with him. You repeat the chorus again with a look in your eyes that convey everything that you're singing and more as you lose yourself to the music.

'I'll never believe I'm alone, In the end, we begin, 'till we meet again, You made me whole, you made me whole

I know I'm never alone.'

And with that, the song comes to an end, and the instrumentals fade out until the auditorium just sits still in complete silence. About a solid minute passes of silence, and you stare up at the crowd with an awkward look on your face. Thinking that this was something that the crowd has disliked, you were just about to apologize for your performance, but then the entire place erupts in an excited cheer.

"WHAT AN AN AWE-INSPIRING PERFORMANCE FROM A STUDENT AT NRC! WHY I DO BELIEVE THAT THIS MUST'VE BEEN ONE OF THE BEST WE'VE SEEN SO FAR!" you hear the announcer exclaim loudly on the speakers. You stare in shock at the loud crowd, looking at all of the happy faces (some were legitimately crying, namely Rook) cheering for you. In your embarrassment, your face reddens and you try to hide it behind your hands as you let out a meek 'thank you' to the microphone. You bow quickly and move to go backstage, but then you hear someone starting to chant 'Encore!' with many others following suit.

You leave it to the announcers to try to calm the crowd- there was absolutely no way you were going to sing another song up there again. You walk through the halls of the backstage area to get back to... Well, you didn't know where you wanted to go right now. Your face was so red right now and you were so embarrassed that you didn't know if you'd be able to handle the reactions of your friends congratulating you. Even worse, you don't know how you'd handle having Jamil congratulating you, with his stupidly cute smile and his devilishly charming eyes. You'd probably faint.

But speak of the devil and he shall appear, you see Jamil and the rest of your friends in Vil's group walking up to you with various different reactions on their faces. Predictably, Ace was teasing you for hiding away your good singing voice, Deuce and Epel both congratulated you like a normal person would, and Rook and Kalim were both brought to tears at your performance- to the point where Vil and Jamil basically had to rip them away from you (with the condition that you'd give Rook your autograph). Vil stared at you with his normal stern look at first before smiling and patting your head, saying something along the lines of you becoming yet another rival of his.

Jamil, though, he waited until everyone else was done with you before approaching you. Your heart had calmed down tremendously by then, but when you saw him walking up to you, you could feel your heart pounding inside your chest nervously. He gives you his most charming smile with a proud look on his face, and he says gently,

"You were amazing up there. I had no idea you could sing like that."

"Hehe, thanks," you chuckle nervously, looking anywhere but his handsome face, "I-uh... Remember that time I went to your room asking for advice on what to write?" he nods. "Yeah, well, that was for this, so uhm... Thank you, for, you know- giving me inspiration to write that song..."

"I gave you inspiration?" he hums, "I only told you to rest. I don't recall doing anything particularly inspiring." You let out a tiny squeak as you try to explain,

"Well! You know how it goes, one day you've got nothing and then another, you've got everything! You don't need to do anything specific to be inspired, it can just come out of nowhere!" you chuckle awkwardly, and in your nervousness you continued to talk, "And besides, you're plenty inspiration for me without even having to do anything! I wrote it for you, after all!" After the words left your mouth, you gasp and cover your mouth with your hands as your face burns bright red in embarrassment.

Jamil stares at you in shock for a moment after hearing your words. You wrote that...for him? Really? Him?

Well, he did have his suspicions of that at first, with the lyrics sounding as familiar as they did, but he brushed it off earlier, thinking that there would be no way that you would've written something so...so... romantic, for him. Did you really feel that way about him? Did you really reciprocate his feelings for you-- the ones that he's decided long ago to bury beneath the ground because there was absolutely no way you were going to like him that way?

Only one way to find out, he supposes.

Jamil slowly brings his hand to lift your face to look at him. The look in your eyes betrayed many of your emotions- embarrassment, anxiety...and hidden in it's depths, he thought he could see hints of adoration within them. In the past, he has considered using his unique spell to make you fall in love with him, however he has always decided against it, for one reason or another. So he knows that the emotions behind your eyes are real- that the lyrics for your song, which was made for him, was real.

So he takes a small leap of faith, choosing to kiss the side of your cheek, "Thank you, Prefect. It was a very lovely song."

"No," you say breathlessly (you were also in shock because you thought he was going to kiss your lips), "Thank you for being my muse."

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OKAY, admittedly, this took me forever, but that's mostly on me for writing so much exposition before getting to the *actual* request part of the story lol Anon I hope that I didn't keep you waiting for too long for this request, and I hope that it was to your liking!

[demon-blood-youths]

----- Davion & Rust ------

Shit, shit, shit. Hearing two of his teammates and his friends are still inside the park with those Nagu vampires is not a good sign. Not only that, he senses some kind of presence. Something that made him to hunt it down and tear it apart.

Rust closes his eyes tightly before taking a breather.

"Rust?" Navarro asked.

The blond opens his eyes, "Sorry." He looks over to Davion,"Davion...we gotta help them. We have to..." He said seriously.

"Rust..."

"Navarro, it's fine. If they're still in there, they're still fighting..." Rust tells him.

~~~~Ink and Jinx's teams~~~

Ink watches Jinx and Breezy comforting Ping. Hearing what Ping witnesses. There is no smile or anything, her bangs cover her eyes and the shadow of her hood covers her expression after listening to what happened to Mouse and her whereabouts.

'They hurt Mouse b..badly. She was losing s..so much blood when they were fighting her as she fights back. They st..stabbed her, bit her, hit her, and.....and they really hurt her. I tried to help b..but she told m..me to hide. I kept hearing her screams from the other room t..there..b...before it all went quiet. I saw them take h..her when I looked again....b..but I don't know w..where..I don't know where they t..took her..'

She thinks about Fosh and how she is going to break this to him. Right now, Jinx and Breezy calms Ping down. Like Jinx, she sees the blood on the floor as well along with a blue ribbon that is ripped and soaked in blood and a broken holopad.

"Jinx..." She puts a hand on her shoulder, "We're going to find Mouse. I will promise you that." Ink tells her. "Right now, you three stay here. We're going to find a way to escape from here." She said as she steps outside of the building.

Already, Ink can sense them the moment that they're in the area. No doubt, they were attracted to the crystals that Ping conjured. She hears the snickering and hissing of Nagu vampires now. "Look! It's like a buffet." They said as they are now approaching with huge numbers.

Ink's face is devoid of emotion. There was a deep ire within her after sensing more Nagu vampires coming to surround them. Ping is hurt and Mouse is tortured and taken. Jinx and Breezy's fraction is now getting hurt. Right now, Ink doesn't have time for this. Ink grips the handle of her greatsword, Wyvern and the blade begins to glow a bright neon blue.

"Atsushi." She begins, "Denji. Ren. Rin." She said the names of her Claws. "Follow my lead and run them through..." She said it in a way, letting them know that they don't need to hold back anymore. Ink is getting fed up with these vampires right now.

In a blink of a eye, Ink moves in a navy blur and proceeds to cut the horde of vampires through.

----- Jaron ----

Jaron is now panting as he is wounded. There were tears in his sleeve-shirt and bloody gashes on his waist. There were splotches of crimson on his grey pants. He has a cut above his eye as there is bleeding so he had to close his eye.

The female Nagu laughs now. Several Nagu vampires were dead but there were more. It's like these guys keep getting back up.

"You see what happens?! Now you want to play it the hard way!" Said the Nagu vampire. "With this, I might get favor with our Elder. Me, Mary, going to show the Elder what I'm capable of." Said the Nagu vampire called herself, Mary. That's her name.

"You're acting like you won. I'm still standing..." Jaron reminds her. Mary huffs before she laughs, "Ho, ho, ho! Is that so?! Then it's time for the appetizer!" To which she smiles evilly, "Which means you!" Then she flicks her finger, signaling the three Nagu vampires to rush at him. Jaron grunts and proceeds to bring his arms up, prepared for this. But then....one of the rushing Nagus screamed as it falls down. The Nagus became startled to see two of its legs are severed.

"What the?!"

"He's right, you know. How can you said if you haven't won yet?" Said a familiar voice that got Jaron snort. Right next to him, a shadow merges out of his and it has yellow eyes before revealing itself.

Shdwkyz.

~~~Davion & Rust~~~

Davion looks seeing the crowd and the mess these monsters left. Smoke going up into the air but he was worried about his allies, even worried about Breezy and his cousin Ink. He didn't see her in the crowd but looks to see all this.

That's when he noticed two familiar faces. Navarro and Melinda but he seems to have Echo in his arm and she looked pretty sick.

"Melinda! Navarro!"

The bomber looks towards him and widen his eyes, "Rust!"

"Davion! Rust!" Melinda saw them as well, happy to see they were safe.

"Hey! I just got the news! What's going on?" He asked them. Navarro sighs, "Those fucking Nagu vampires...they just attacked the Cursed Vixens and ate still running loose in Central Park. The pro-heroes helped out in getting out the civilians out of there. Right now...Jaron is still inside. Shdwkyz along with Vivi and Terry are inside. Also! Ink and the boys are there, Fosh told me that Jinx and Breezy are with them. And shit...Mouse and Ping.

"What's happening?"

"The Nagu vampires attacked them too and Ink's group are going there."

"Shit..." Rust curses.

"Wait Ink is still in there!?" Davion said.

"Yes. She with the six claws are in there. Terry, Vivi, Shdwkyz are still in there. J..Jaron is also still in there with some of my team." she said but that's when Davion felt another tremor seeing some giant spear of crystal appear. People was shouting pointing in worry but he looks seeing that. What the hell is happening!?

~~~Jaron~~~

The woman giggled while baring her fangs but she saw some of the other Nagu starting to try and attack him. Even if some got punched in the face, throat, or gut, others just kept coming.

"You know, you fight pretty well but come on..why not live a little!" She said appearing in front of Jaron throwing a punch into his stomach. If it connects, she kicks him next away while walking over to giggle at him.

"Or better, why not join us? I'm sure your...what is it you say friends won't mind. Maybe the Great one will give you powers beyond your wildest dreams....." She looks to him smiling. "Though, you do look pretty cute but.......just stating facts..so what do you say hmm?"

~~~~Ink and Jinx's teams~~~

Because the girl is terrified and traumatized, not in the healthy state right now. Ink looks at Breezy and Jinx, "You two, you need to talk to Ping calmly. Right now, she's not alright. She is scared out of her mind and you need to clam her down." Ink whispered to the two.

"Yeah..we got it.." Jinx whispered back but she looks to quickly form a flamed blade and cuts a circle around the crystal wall. When she did, she sees the cut piece shatter before seeing Ping gasp quickly moving back.

"Ping......R..Ren, put me d..down. I need to help Jinx calm her d..down." Breezy mutters.

"Are you sure?" he asked seeing her nod. With that, he carefully sets her down but Jinx helps her so the two can calm her down. They can tell that she was scared but her tears were running down her cheeks.

"Ping....it's us. It's alright...." Jinx said softly in worry about her even if she was now in a corner crying. She held her head having more crystals forming that the claws winces from that while seeing some breaking some of the glass.

Seeing this, Breezy carefully walks to her. She looks knowing she was afraid and scared. Not understanding and yet, she was still scared. "Ping; please..it's going to be okay..it's me and Jinx.

Ping just kept crying holding her head but the two vixens gets near but as Breezy gently looks to her she reaches to take her hand. As she did, Ping accidentally stabs her in the shoulder with some crystal seeing blood spilling.

"Breezy!" the guys was shocked but Breezy didn't move looking at her that she gently pulls Ping to her, holding her. Ping didn't move but she only looks down feeling Breezy petting her head.

"....."

"It's alright.....please..please Ping, were all here..I'm here....." she whispered softly to her as Ping slowly opens her eyes but she only begins sobbing softly to herself. Her shaky hands reaches up to grip her arm, afraid still but Jinx was concerned.

"...Shhhhhh..It's alright....there there.." Breezy said as Ping kept crying more shaking and only lets her be held. The crystals cracks before starting to dissolve into dust sparkling. However, Jinx looks to her.

"Ping?.....Where is Mouse?...Isn't she here with you?" she asked but Ping only cries worse shaking. "....P...Ping?"

"*Sobbing*

"....Ping...where is Mouse?" Breezy asked softly to her but due to their minds being linked she slowly raised a shaky hand to point to a open door but Jinx looks seeing a lot of blood in there and a hole as well. A breeze was blowing only for her to look confused. It was empty? Was their a fight?

"Ping?"

That's when she said this in Ink, Jinx, Breezy, and the claw's minds;

'..S..Scary m..monsters...t..they...they took her.'

Breezy and Jinx's eyes widen in shock.

"W..What?"

"Ping, what are you talking about?" Jinx asked.

'She....s..saved my life. They were going t..to take us away..t.to a scary place. M..Mouse protected me while we k..kept them away. We hid in the hideout to get away...b..but...' she grips Breezy's arm more shaking.

'They hurt Mouse b..badly. She was losing s..so much blood when they were fighting her as she fights back. They st..stabbed her, bit her, hit her, and.....and they really hurt her. I tried to help b..but she told m..me to hide. I kept hearing her screams from the other room t..there..b...before it all went quiet. I saw them take h..her when I looked again....b..but I don't know w..where..I don't know where they t..took her..' she sobs softly.

'I'm s...sorry..I t..tried to h..help her....but they were t..too strong. I..I was too weak t..to help Mouse.....I she's g..gone..she's gone and it's m..my fault..' she whispered in their thoughts.

"Ping, no no. It's not your fault...don't blame yourself please." Breezy whispered rocking her as Ping kept sobbing softly in her chest.

"......." Both the vixens eyes widen but they said nothing looking to where the hole was that Jinx gets up going to check. The room was indeed empty and a hole was seen but as she looks she noticed something. A blue ribbon was seen soaked in blood and ripped. Their was even a broken holo pad in the room seeing it spark due to being broken. She walks over to take the item and the bow it but she knew it was hers.

"........."

[jedi-luca]

Incorrect Avengers Wedding Singer edition

*Tony throws an Avengers after party to take Y/N’s mind off of getting their heart broken*

Steve and Tony are whispering to the team

Wanda: This is stupid it's not gonna work.

Bucky: Well not with that attitude!

*Steve glares at Wanda who is flipping Bucky the bird.*

Steve hisses: That's not nice.

Natasha: It's worth a try, I've never seen Y/N this sad.

Tony: Hey Romanoff maybe give Y/N a lap dance once she's in the stripper phase.

Vision: Stripper phase?

Sam: Every break up there is a stripper phase it's good it just means you can see yourself with someone else now.

Vision: So when you're having a bachelor or bachlorette or you get your heart broken it is okay to see a stripper, but it's not okay to see one when?

Wanda: For you it will never be okay.

Sam cackling: Sucker!

Tony: okay, okay, enough!

*Tony gestures towards Y/N whose having a shot contest with Yelena.*

Steve says loudly: You know what I feel like hearing?

Tony: What's that Rogers?

Steve: Some rock and roll music.

Tony: Oh you know what me too! Y/N, you used to play in a band right?

Y/N downing another shot with Yelena.

Y/N hiccups: YeAh...

*Y/N lazily walks over leaning on the sofa.*

Y/N: I actually used to want to be a song writer when I was younger... you know before the super thing...

Natasha: Have you written anything lately?

Yelena walks up with shot glasses: Yeah I heard it the other day it's called Deez Nutz!

Y/N snorts: That's a good one.

*Y/N takes the shot Yelena gave her only to have Natasha take it*

Y/N: Rude.

Natasha: Can you play it for us?

Y/N: You don't wanna hear it it's not good.

Natasha and her signature smirk: I'm sure it is.

Y/N slurring slightly: Well it's just a little weird cause I wrote half of it when I was with Linda and the other half when she left. So it's a little uneven ya know.

Natasha: I don't mind, I'd like to hear it...

Yelena: Yes play us song!

Natasha: Come on... for me?

*Y/N grumbling and blushing*

Y/N: Oh no I couldn't-

Tony: There's a guitar set up right over there.

Y/N: Well if you're gonna twist my arm.

*A drunk Y/N stumbles to the stool sitting down and plugging in the electric guitar.*

Y/N: Ok, I just want to warn you all that when I wrote this song I was listening to the Cure a lot...so... You don't know how much I need you. While you're near me I don't feel blue. And when we kiss I know you need me too. I can't believe I found a love that's so pure and true.

The team: 👀

Y/N: But it all was bullshit. It was a goddamn joke. And when I think of you Linda, I hope you fucking choke.

The team: 😳

Y/N: I hope you're glad with what you've done to me. I lay in bed all day long feeling melancholy. You left me here all alone, tears running constantly.

*Natasha inwardly planning the murder of your ex*

Y/N: Oh somebody kill me please, somebody kill me plee-ase, I'm on my knees, pretty pretty please kill me.

Steve: Oh my...

Y/N: I want to die. Put a bullet in my head.

*Bucky and Thor stand up clapping their hands together before whistling*

Bucky: I loved it buddy great song!

Thor: Very awesome!

Tony: Love the energy, but maybe try doing some ska. People love Ska!

*Sam pulling out his phone to sign you up for therapy with Bucky's therapist.*

Wanda clears her throat nudging Vis: So great Y/N.

Vision: Very, how the kids say Emo of you.

Yelena: It sucked I want my money back.

*Y/N begins to cry Natasha quickly makes her way over to console Y/N*

Natasha: I liked it...She doesn't deserve you Y/N she never did...

Loki smiling evilly watching from the safety of his bedroom: She's losing her mind... and I'm reaping all the benefits...

[babydaddyleorio]

How they would act on a plane

These are very much crack headcanons because I needed something to help me escape my writing plateau lmao

                                    How they would act on a plane

Chrollo

-If he’s sitting next to a girl? Oh he’s flirting the whole plane ride.

-Literally won’t shut up and tells her this very extravagant story trying to woo her, the whole time eyeing the necklace that’s placed on her neck.

-Also did I mention that he’s in first class? Yeah he definitely tied up some guy in the bathroom and “borrowed” his ticket.

-He’ll order drinks for him and the girl and will secretly pay for them with her money.

-A true finesser.

-Even the flight attendants love him. He has so many numbers now.

-If he does happen to sit by himself, he’ll probably read a book while listening to classical music.

-He refuses to sleep because he feels like he has enemies everywhere watching him.

-like please you are not the main character Chrollo take the damn nap. 

Shalnark

-He's on his phone the whole time but he’s so obnoxious with it. He purposefully has his volume all the way up just to annoy everyone around him.

-He’ll play games like candy crush and laughs super loudly If he makes a match and groans sadly If he runs out lives.

-The old man next to him wants to bang his head against the chair in front of him because he literally won’t shut up.

-Doesn’t put his phone on airplane mode.

-Probably hacks into the plane. Literally will make the bathroom have the occupied sign on the whole plane ride so no one could use It.

-Has a needle in the pilot’s neck just for fun.

-Also has the plane doing loopity loops in the sky and everyone is screaming for their lives while he’s just laughing evilly.

-Claps when the plane lands.

Feitan

-He just reads the whole ride.

-If you accidentally brush his arm he gives you a death glare.

-He has to jump to reach the overhead because it’s too high.

-He woke up way too early so he’s in a “I hate everyone” type of mood.

-Hisses when the person beside him tries to open up the window.

-He accidentally sits next to an escape exit and when the flight attendant asks him If he’s ready to save others just in case something happens he’s like “....No.”

-Refuses to change his answer too

-Listens to music on his playlist and silently pretends to be in a music video.

Franklin

-Takes up all of the space and squishes you.

-You wonder how the hell his earlobes got that long and he would say something smart to you like “It’s rude to stare.”

-Well excuse me...

-Someone in front him will lean back in their seat and their hair covers the movie he’s watching. 

-Is scared to move it so he just sits there like “😐”.

-All the drinks are too small to fit in his hand so he awkwardly sips from the straw that’s poked in his apple juice box.

-Someone ends up leaning their head on his shoulder while they are sleeping.

-Doesn’t know what to do now and is frantically looking around for help.

Machi

-Knitting or sewing the whole time.

-Do not try to talk to her. She won’t respond.

-Has a window seat because she likes to peacefully look at the clouds and city lights as she’s sewing.

-Also to imagine Hisoka falling from the sky without a parachute.

-Ah, so tranquil.

-Doesn’t like riding on planes because they’re kind of scary. She would never tell anyone that though. 

-Wanted to sit next to Pakunoda but instead got stuck sitting next to a chihuahua who won’t stop yapping at her the entire ride. 

-Has to stop herself from yeeting it out the window.

-The dog will see he’s not getting through to her, so he’ll slowly raise his leg up and Machi will literally start screaming at what he’s trying to do. 

-Yeah she hates her life.

Shizuku

-You can hear pierce the veil blasting from her headphones.

-Binky has its own seat for some reason.

-She goes to the bathroom and once she sees that It’s occupied (kudos to Shalnark) she will turn to go back to her seat but already forgot where she sits.

-The type to bring a book that she never reads.

-If the person next to her is watching a movie, she’ll change It simply because she doesn't like It.

-There’s one flight attendant constantly flirting with her and she gets a lot of free drinks because of them.

-Of course she never catches on and forgets who they are every time they try to talk to her.

Phinks

-Will argue with the flight attendant about how expensive the peanuts are.

-After like five minutes, he finally buys the peanuts and once he’s about to eat them the turbulence becomes so strong that It makes them fly everywhere.

-He has to resist the urge to punch the air.

-Phinks has to have an aisle seat because he gets paranoid easily.

-Phinks will try to go to sleep but there will be a kid constantly kicking the back of his chair.

-He will turn around and would be about to throat punch the kid when suddenly he sees how hot his mom is.

-Simp mode activated.

-He’ll try to flirt with the mom but the kid will notice and he ends up “accidentally” squirting his drink in Phinks face.

-Yeah It’s on sight when he gets off the plane.

Nobunaga

-Watches a movie, probably one dealing with samurai. 

-Somehow got past security with his Katana?

-Most likely because of Shalnark

-Ate really bad airport food which messed up his stomach.

-Feels sick and tries to hold It in, but you can tell by his face that he’s struggling. The old lady beside him stares with wide eyes once she hears his stomach literally start beat boxing.

-He runs down the aisle clenching his cheeks and knocks harshly on the bathroom door, but he sees that sign says occupied.

-Nobunaga is shouting at the non-existent person in there to hurry up holding his stomach.

-Shalnark Is eating popcorn and laughing at Nobunaga as he watches him through the security camera.

-Goes to ask the flight attendant for hemorrhoid cream

Pakunoda 

-Is really nice and will talk to you If you start a conversation with her

-Has earbuds packed for the altitudes and offers you some as well

-Turns her brightness down as she reads smut on her phone. Literally turned her whole body and everything so no one could see the words.

-Her face is so red as she stares at her phone and the flight attendant is so concerned that they ask if she’s okay. Pakunoda jumps so high and almost chucks her phone once she sees them standing over her, scared that they’ll see that she commented “😩💦” under the fanfic.

-Brings homemade snacks and sandwiches that no one wants 

-Has a window seat because she wanted to look out the window and see how small the land is below her

-Unlike Machi, Pakunoda has a cat sitting next to her and the cat absolutely loves her.

-Will probably steal it 

Uvogin

-sleeps the whole ride with a mask over his eyes and a neck pillow that he swiped from someone earlier.

-He snores sooo loudly and everyone around him is irritated because they can’t go to sleep because of It

-He would eat all the food on the plane

-Is the type to laugh very loudly at the movie playing or give commentary about each scene that’s happening

-Didn’t bring any luggage with him and… yeah...

-His head touches the ceiling of the plane and Its really uncomfortable 

-Has no Idea where he’s going but got on the plane anyway

Hisoka (honorable mention)

-Somehow sits in first class with Chrollo and once Chrollo sees him he almost loses his shit

- “This seat is taken.” Chrollo would say while staring straight ahead but Hisoka ignores him and sits down anyway.

- “Do you not enjoy my company?” He’d tease while licking his lips.

-Chrollo immediately gets him kicked out.

-So now he’s stuck in economy with the rest of the troupe. None of them let him sit with them either.

-Finds an empty seat and sits down In it and starts laughing to himself because he’s plotting on how to get back to first class.

-The person sitting next to Hisoka is legit terrified and they side eye him the whole ride while clutching their bag to their chest.

-Will trip people walking down the aisle with his bungee gum.

-He would purposefully take his time to get his bag out, creating a long line for no reason.

-Whole time doesn’t even have a bag.

-Is banned from ever riding a plane again.