#“But it's not hurting anyone” I do not care it's awful and way too common and terrible stfu

[failedpriest]

God can people PLEASE stop feminizing Galacta Knight and Kirby???

It's so fucking tiring. Disgusting to me even. Just because they're pink doesn't mean they have to be girls I am so sick and goddamn tired of it. Give me men who are pink and proud of it.

I'm especially looking at everyone who gives them humanized/humanoid forms. Stop genderbending them just because they're pink.

[lovelybucky1]

Dress Up (Logan x Reader)

warnings: AFAB!reader, mutant!reader, age gap, consumption of alcohol, mentions of sex, mentions of corruption kink, 18+ minors dni

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To call it a schoolgirl crush would be an insult. You're not a schoolgirl anymore; you aged out of Xavier's program a couple years ago. However, you are still young and to anyone else, you'd look like an innocent young woman. To Logan, the object of your desires and your teammate, you're naive little girl.

You've been trying to get his attention for weeks. He's gruff and grumpy, but you know he has a good heart. He cares, just from a distance. He's not one for small talk and you feel like it's impossible to break the ice with him. You get it, he doesn't want to talk to some kid he has nothing in common with, but it still frustrates you.

You enlisted the help of Rogue to learn more about him. He likes to drink and smoke and to sit in brooding silence by the fireplace. All things you already knew. You were driving yourself crazy, thinking of ways to get close to him, and in a last-ditch effort, you decided to get a little bold.

You dressed up to the point where you didn't even recognize yourself. You did your hair, put on some dark makeup, a low-cut top, and rehearsed your lines in the mirror. You looked grown up. This should do the trick.

You find Logan at the counter in the kitchen with a glass and a bottle of amber liquid sitting in front of him. Taking a deep breath, you walk up beside him.

"Mind if I join you?" you ask.

Logan tilts his head slightly to look at you before returning his gaze to the middle-distance.

"Knock yourself out."

Wordlessly, you sit on the stool next to him. You're not sure if he feels awkward too, but the tension is suffocating. You reassure yourself that you can do this, and maybe a little liquid courage would help.

The bottle of whiskey sits between the two of you and you eye it nervously. You're not much of a drinker; Charles is pretty strict about stuff like that. Before you can talk yourself out of it, you grab the bottle and take a too-big mouthful. The taste is awful, it burns going down your throat, and you have to prevent yourself from gagging. Smooth.

"Woah," Logan says, turning to look at you with furrowed brows. "What's with you, kid?"

You don't really know what to say to that. "I'm head-over-heels, stupid in love with you and you won't give me the time of day?' Yeah, no thanks. Instead, you focus on how that word grates on you.

"I'm not a kid," you say, looking back at him.

"What?"

"I'm not a kid. I'm a legal adult," you clarify. Just to make a point, you take another swig from the bottle and instantly regret it.

Logan huffs a laugh. "And that means your all grown up, right?"

He's teasing you and you're not sure how to handle that.

"I am grown up," you insist.

"Sure you are. Is that why you put on this little costume?" he asks, his eyes flicking down to your exposed chest for a split second before returning to meet yours.

"It's not a costume," you say, not able to keep the slight whine out of your voice.

“You're a good girl. You shouldn't be sittin' here with me, dressed like that."

You look down at your lap, feeling silly for putting on this act that he clearly saw right through.

“I just wanted your attention,” you mutter.

“Trust me, you don’t want that.”

You look up at him with a pout on your lips that he can’t stop himself from looking at. “I do want it.”

“Doll,” he starts, and that pet name gives you butterflies. “You think I don’t notice you? You’ve had my attention for weeks, but nothing good would come from gettin’ involved with me.”

Your eyes widen at his confession.

“I don’t care what happens. I want you,” you whisper.

“You’re so young…” he says, matching your volume.

“You’re just an old man.”

Logan cracks a small smile at that, but it quickly falls into a more serious expression. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You can’t hurt me.”

“I’m sure I’d find a way,” he says.

You know he means it as a waring. A way to tell you to run the hell away from him as far as you can, but to your twisted brain, it makes you want him even more.

Feeling emboldened by his words, you slide off your stool and step close to him. Your chest is almost brushing against his as you stand between his spread thighs. He raises his eyebrows at you a bit.

"If we're gonna do this, no more of these little outfits," he says. "I like the good girl look on you better."

"Yes, sir," you mumble.

Logan makes a small growl in the back of his throat. "You're gonna be the death of me, ain't you, doll?"

"I hope not, old man," you giggle.

Logan possessively grabs ahold of your hips, his fingers gripping the soft flesh. "Can I kiss you?" he asks.

"Please, Logan."

He tugs you forward so your chest is leaned against his, and he kisses you hard and with passion, like he's held himself back from doing this for so long. It feels so good to kiss him, even better than you've imagined so many times before. It feels like the two of you kiss for hours, though it wasn't really more than a couple seconds.

When the kiss breaks, Logan is breathless. "Please tell me that wasn't your first kiss."

"It wasn't," you reassure, "but if this goes any further..." you look at him with a small smirk.

Logan growls again. "Of fuckin' course you're a virgin."

Despite being a mutant, Logan is still just a man. He only has so much self control, especially when being tested by a pretty young thing he can corrupt.

[thefiery-phoenix]

I have a request if that's OK can you do Yandere class 1a(romantic) (and Yandere eraser mic platonic ofc) x reader with powers like starfire or raven

Sure and I'll go with the reader having powers like Starfire if that's okay with you and I sincerely apologize if this sucked

You were a part of class 1A and over a period of time, they started growing obsessed and possessive of you so much that you weren't even allowed to hang out with students from the other classes. To say you had powers was an understatement, you were basically a walking weapon with your abilities of being able to fly, shooting laser beams from your eyes and hands, superhuman strength and agility. You aced the UA entrance exam like it was nothing and left everyone awed and speechless of your powers. You were soon sorted into class 1A after you received your acceptance letter and you became friends with your classmates, unaware of their darker masked desires and hidden intentions for you

You were book smart but when it came to figuring out the intentions your classmates had for you, you were quite naive indeed. The other day Monoma, TetsuTetsu and Kendou wanted to hang out with you and you agreed to hang out with them, when your classmates found out about your plans to hang out with some other class instead of them, they were annoyed and their jealousy bubbled inside him. They usually couldn't stand each other at times, each of them wanting to have you for themselves, however during times like this they were forced to work together. "HAH!? TF DO YOU MEAN HANGING OUT WITH THAT BLONDE RAT!? NO WAY!" yelled Bakugou as he muttered profanities and cursed under his breath while threatening to blast Monoma to the orbit. Uraraka, Momo and Mina had resorted to trying to guilt trip you by telling you that you barely ever hang out with them and you wanted to spend time with other people instead of them. Even the usually calm Deku and Kirishima had dark looks plastered across their faces, looking deep in thought while Iida was busy lecturing you as usual about how you shouldn't ignore your classmates when they wanted to spend time with you and besides, you also had homework to do and started listing out every possible reason why you couldn't hang out with the class 1B students

Eventually you ended up giving in and decided to have a movie night in the common room with your classmates since they just wouldn't stop with the incessant pestering. You don't know what it is they've done, but they've done something for sure since no one from class 1B decided to approach you the next day. Even Monoma kept his distance from you and scurried off in the opposite direction as your spotted a few scars on his face and hands which your dear classmates may or may not have caused. They won't allow anyone else to steal you away from them, you're theirs. From hanging out with Shoji and Koda and playing with Koda's pet bunnies to helping Sato bake his goodies and doing homework with Iida and Shoto to going shopping with the girls, you feel like your classmates are monopolizing your time way too much but you can't really do anything about it, how could you possibly prove that they're in the wrong for wanting to spend time with you?

Your teachers are of no help either whatsoever, Aizawa sensei and Present Mic think it's a GOOD thing your classmates are so protective and possessive of you. They're worried you might become reckless one day and your powers might end up hurting you which is the last thing they all want, so it's like a mutual silent agreement and understanding between them to keep an eye on you and protect you. Even if they have to get their hands dirty. Aizawa and Mic see you as one of their own kids to take care of and they take that role VERY seriously. The other day some random dude actually had the GUTS and audacity to try slipping in a love note into your locker while Aizawa was passing by and his eyes narrowed as he wrapped the guy in his scarves and gave him detention for the rest of the semester every day. If someone dares to make the mistake of bullying you, Mic would be the one to deal with that by using his quirk on them to make their eardrums literally BLEED till they apologize

Now, about your powers, it's a tricky situation. As much as they all love you for who you are and how capable you are to take care of yourself, they're also worried you might end up getting hurt one day because of them. No way in hell would Aizawa ever give you strenuous training tasks despite your whining and pleading, you could get hurt. They ALWAYS have eyes everywhere and they know your every move no matter what. Some of your classmates have literally resorted to stalking the living daylights out of you and you're still unaware of the secret cameras placed in your room, courtesy of Iida when you both had that study session a few days ago. Your every movement is now watched by all your classmates and your teachers as well. They don't even realize they're doing something wrong and they're lost so far in their delusion, they think they're just doing their jobs as good heroes in protecting you, their loved one and keeping you safe

Denki, Kirishima, Sero, Hagakure and Ojiro think your powers are cool but the rest of them are really worried for your safety. You always get lectured by Iida whenever you end up doing something risky and Deku would just be pleading with you to never do something like this again while Bakugou would lovingly insult you to knock some sense into your head. You are NOT to be fighting villains, they've all established that already and made that rule VERY clear. If there's a villain attack at some point, you'll be taken to safety because they do not want you engaging into such dangerous stuff. Look, you might have strong powers and you might be a good fighter but that still doesn't mean they'll let you fight villains and criminals, you'll always be seen as someone naive and sheltered in their eyes, someone they need to protect from the darkness of the world. But not to worry though, after the villains are dealt with (Or probably murdered), Aoyama will comfort you with cheese, Momo will make you some tea and Jirou will play some of her music for you as you'll spend the rest of your time surrounded by your classmates once again, your teachers pleased with the turn of events of the extreme lengths your classmates are willing to take to protect you. What sort of heroes would they be if they can't ensure their loved one's safety after all?

[luveline]

hiya! i have a request for miguel and spidergirl!reader where she gets really scared of him during the events of across the spiderverse (i was terrified for my boy miles tbh) and i want to know how that would change their relationship and his reaction.

Miguel can hardly catch his breath. 

You sit there with your legs crossed on the table. The alcove of the workshop you’re in is dark, but you know he knows you’re there. 

He slams his hand into Spider-Byte’s computer and sends it toppling, plastic casing shattering across the floor. Your pulse hikes of its own accord; you’re thinking, what’s happening? 

Miguel abruptly stills. 

For a while you breathe deeply, trying to make yourself talk as he calms down. When you’re sure you’ll sound okay, you ask, quiet and slow, “Miguel, what are you doing?” 

His shoulders tense. He looks strange, shards of his suit yet to regenerate, the technology permanently mauled, an ocean of awful space between you. “You know what I’m doing,” he says. 

“I’ve been with you for a long time. I don’t understand this.” 

“But you’re still here.”

You slide off of the table. You’re a bad person, you’re making the wrong decision, but you’re scared of him. Losing him, what he might do. You stand in front of Miguel, and you are terrified. You are. You can’t coalesce this image of him with your Miguel. Only that morning you’d woken after a lovesick night in his arms to the soft pad of his finger as it ran up and down your nose. A half hour ago you watched him try to hurt a kid. 

“Where else would I be?”

Miguel takes your face into two big hands. You want him to say he’d never hurt you, that he’d never hurt anybody, but you’ve already seen him do it before, and now he’s stuck a couple hundred super-powered spiders on Miles when Miles was doing what anyone would. What sense of scope should he be expected to have? It’s his father. 

Love occludes reason. You’d choose Miguel over anyone else as Miles chose his father, and you don’t have the excuse of being a kid. 

It is sickening to stand there and know you’re on Miguel’s side. You feel dizzy with it. He’s the bad guy. 

He tilts your head to one side, then the other. “I have to make the hard calls.” 

He’s looking at you funny. None of his lightness. You and him have spent infinite stretches of time looking one another in the eye. Usually too warm to function or otherwise distracted, but other times just looking, just standing somewhere with the commonality of your affection between you. You can’t see much of that now. 

“Miguel,” you murmur. It’s hard to feel like yourself when he’s so far away. “What are you going to do?”

“Fix this,” he says. 

“Maybe we should wait–” He drops your face. “Maybe we–”

“Not we. Me.” 

“I’m still here,” you say. Your voice wobbles oddly, a flash of the panic you’ve been feeling finally showing itself. 

He puts his hand on your waist gently. “I know, cariño,” he says quietly, pulling you closer, “you’re still here. I’ll make this right, my girl, I–” He closes you in. It doesn’t feel as it used to, but to have him treat you with care is a comfort, even if you’re still watching the pupils of his eyes nervously. “I’ll fix this.”

“I think that’s what I’m afraid of.”

He frowns. “You don’t understand,” he says, leaning down for a quick kiss. You close your eyes tightly. “But you will.” 

The worst part is that his kiss feels the same. You love him, and you’re about to go down a one way road with him. He hugs you and you try to pretend you think he’s right. 

[the-music-maniac]

I think what drives me a little crazy (in a good way) about zosan as a ship is - ironically - that they're willing to do the worst possible thing, to sacrifice, for a necessary goal unrelated to their relationship. By that I mean that a common romance trope is an individual being willing to sacrifice the world, anything and anyone else, for their lover, and zosan is...not that. And for some reason that drives me more feral than that other romance trope ever possibly could. I find that more romantic than "I would burn the world for you" and I'll explain why.

The root of their specific willingness to sacrifice isn't a shortage of love or care by any means, but a complete trust and understanding of each other. To the absolute core of who they are. I'm going to refer specifically to that agreement between zosan (that I got spoiled on, so apologies if I get details wrong, I haven't gotten there in the story yet - ALSO spoiler warning if you haven't gotten to around Wano, so click away).

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I'm referring to Sanji telling Zoro to kill him if he changes after his stint in Germa, and Zoro agreeing without need for an explanation, telling Sanji to survive until then - that is so fucking romantic to me, and people hold it up as proof that they don't care about each other but to me, it's anything but.

There is a burden of duty to being the wings of the pirate king, and they both take that responsibility seriously. They're both devoted to their captain and to their crew, and to the dreams of their crew. Zoro perhaps more outwardly unwaveringly so, but Sanji is devoted too, different from Zoro but equal in intensity. There are moments when you can TELL they're on the same wavelength, moments where Zoro gives a rare speech on the dynamics of their crew and Sanji is silent because he agrees. Sanji is terrified of hurting his found family, and he's terrified of becoming like his brothers and father. He loves his nakama and so he's willing to sacrifice his own life to prevent from turning into that type of monster.

Zoro is similar. He is willing to die for his nakama, and their dreams. They are in complete understanding of that point. Death itself is not something that scares either of them, there are some things that are worth the price. Potentially for different reasons ahem self worth issues ahem Sanji ahem but that's still something they both understand. Zoro would sacrifice himself in a heartbeat to save Sanji (he already has at Thriller bark), Sanji would do the same (again. Thriller bark), so it's not remotely because they don't care or love each other. They are absolutely willing to give all they are to keep each other from outside harm.

But what happens if the threat to the crew is Sanji himself?

Sanji asks Zoro to be the one to kill him, because Zoro is the only one on the crew who he trusts 100% to do so, to fulfill the promise, who understands. I personally think Luffy would try to save his nakama, even beyond what is possible, at his own detriment. The other crew members would probably do the same (then again I'm still not through the show so feel free to disagree with my interpretation).

But Zoro could do it if it came to that. It would be awful, and it would shatter and change him, irreversibly, heartbreakingly so - I don't agree with people who say Zoro would kill his nakama without hesitation and be fine with it out of loyalty to his captain, Zoro has a heart y'all and he loves his crew - but he could grit his teeth and do it if he realizes it is necessary, that there is no other option. Sanji trusts him to keep his word, to protect the rest of their family. Do you know how telling it is about the level of regard you have for your partner, to trust them to the point where you can easily place the well being of almost all you both treasure into their hands, once you realize you can't be the one to protect it anymore, and know without a shadow of a doubt that it'll be safe as long as it's with them? With knowing they're strong enough to accept the heavy burden of having your blood stain their hands for the rest of their life, the blame for your death on their shoulders, the shadow of you in every single thing they do, inescapable and marking every facet of their life forever? And to trust that they'll not only accept those consequences without hesitation because it's what you asked of them, but will also protect what you both treasure until their last breath, without you even needing to EXPLAIN that that's what you're asking to them to do, because it's the obvious, it's what you've both been doing all this time, it's something you both know so well that no words need to be exchanged, no reassurances need to be given.

And the implication of Sanji wanting Zoro to do this task too, of being okay dying by Zoro's hands because they're equals in every way. Especially since their fighting dynamic is mostly a competitive, I'm stronger than you, I'll never lose to someone as weak as you, blah blah. This is proof that that's not what Sanji and Zoro actually think of each other. Sanji knows that they could kill each other if either of them truly tried for one - wouldn't have asked Zoro to kill him otherwise. Sanji is also fine with Zoro being the one to defeat him. There is an inherent (kinda fucked up) romance to that notion. 'If I have to die, let it be by your hands.'

And on Zoro's part, there's an inherent fucked up romance to keeping your lover close forever because your fingers are stained with the necessity of their blood.

fUCK.

(here is a caveat that I'm viewing this in a scenario where Sanji and Zoro have established that they love each other and are potentially in a relationship. If it's before that you could also flavour it with Sanji's "I love him but I think it's unrequited, actually I think he may hate me, so it would hurt him the least to be the one to kill me" which is JUICY, but just for this post I'm viewing it where they've already established that they're valuable to each other, that they care)

How am I supposed to look at that and not fucking die. It's so much more nuanced and romantic to me personally than "I would burn the world for you" because that trope at its core is a selfish sort of protection. I can 100% see how people find it romantic, don't get me wrong, I'm not judging you if you like that trope, that's so valid. It's "I can't live without you" and "I would choose you above all others" which is romantic, but it's romantic in a different way. Depending on the characters, it's also, I would go to extremes to make sure you're alive, even if there's nothing else left after the carnage except for each other, even if everything else that makes life worth living has been destroyed for survival, and we can only ever rely on each other for the rest of time. I only care about you but not anything else you care about. I won't try to save it, even if you tell me to, even if you want me to, and won't forgive me for all I've done because I can't bear the burden of you not being alive and around anymore.

I get why it's compelling, but that trope could ignore (depending on how it's written) everything else that person could hold dear. Ignores potentially, the agency of the person being protected, a character who could have accepted the consequences and have not wanted the world to burn for their sake, who is strong enough for that burden. And true, maybe the character isn't like that, maybe they just want simply to live a life (valid of them, people are allowed to want happy endings for themselves), but my point is, it's a different archetype of romance for a different archetype of character, but it seems to be more accepted as a romantic trope then zosan's dynamic and I think it shouldn't be that way.

Zosan is the opposite. It suits their character type perfectly. For them, it's "there are things that are worth more than even you and me. I love you, knowing who you are and how you view the world and what other things you value. I love you everyday on purpose, not hopelessly or illogically or blindly, even knowing you may not always choose me. I'm willing to accept the pain of that, just to be next to you. The time we share isn't any less valuable for being fleeting and impermanent. I care about the things you care about and our lives are also worth living because of those things. It would tear me apart irreversibly to hurt you, but I would do it if you asked it of me, I would do it if that's what this life demands of us. I know you can protect what we both love, even if I'm not beside you. I respect your choices. In this, we understand each other perfectly."

THAT is my shit. That's the fucking deranged ass bs that has me staring at my ceiling at 3 am, pacing the floors at 6 in the morning, gnawing on conkcrete like a rabid dog. Brain rot brain rot brain rot.

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

Aw those best friend hcs were fun! Can you do everyone else at the hotel? Especially Vaggie?

A/N: I absolutely can! I'll make a part 3 or edit this one if I somehow forget someone (it could happen). This is quite the little grouping 🤣 I hope you like it!

Having them as best friend's part two:

Includes: Vaggie, Sir Pentious, Niffty, and Cherri Bomb.

Part One

Vaggie

Her deal is tough love.

As her best friend, you're used to being called an idiot half a dozen times a day.

You'll just be chilling after making some decision or saying something and she'll be like: "Not only are you blind, you're fucking stupid too!" But it wouldn't hold any malice

She's never really been one for gossip, but you can bet that she'll listen to how your day was.

Definitely the friend who would interrogate anyone you show interest in.

If someone says something out of line about you, she's putting them in their place before you can open your mouth to defend yourself.

Vaggie isn't very touchy, but she'll hug you sometimes. Especially if it was something like after the battle and she was just happy you were alive.

She's almost always there to ward off the bad.

Sleepovers! They're never her idea, but she can't say no when you give her those puppy dog eyes.

Really, she's always there for you, but with a sibling dynamic that makes some question if the two of you really tolerate each other at all. You do, but barely lmao.

Sir Pentious

He's a drama king. Sweet, but definitely dramatic.

100% the friend to hold your drink at a party. . . Because he's HOLDING EVERYONE'S DRINK!

If you had to go anywhere, he's sending the Egg Bois with you. They call you 'not master' and it's the cutest thing ever.

Sleepovers would be his idea, no doubt. An offer that couldn't be refused.

He calmly interrogates any potential suitors of yours, and if they seem fine, he might let them go on a date with you.

Will literally cry if you call someone else your best friend. Friend's are okay. But if you called Angel Dust or Charlie your best friend? Immediate tears. "But. . . I thought I wasss your besssst friend." Apologize, right now.

Gives you some new weaponized invention and your favorite Hellish sweet treat every year on your 'death day'. He takes it very seriously.

He's all for the tea, but only if there's 100% truth behind it. Like you witnessed the HOTTEST tea of the month and just went 'Sir P NEEDS to know'.

Everyone mistakes the calmness and caring nature of Sir Pentious as having feelings for you. Common misconception. That's just your slithery best friend.

Y'all take naps together at random because you can. And naps are life.

Niffty

You're almost as chaotic as she is, but you're better at hiding it. Sorry not sorry.

Because of her, everything you own is cleaner than when you got it and you found it disturbing at first, but eventually got used to it.

She climbs you like a tree and uses you to see better in large crowds.

She talks so fast half the time you could barely understand her until it clicked and you could reply.

She's very knife happy. Someone breaks your heart? "STAB! STAB! STAB!" Followed by maniacal giggles and her footsteps down the hall.

She tries new recipes and uses you as the taste tester to see if the others would enjoy it. The answer is usually yes.

Niffty is super blunt. She won't hold back a single thought, even if it could potentially hurt your feelings.

She rarely takes breaks, but when she does, her small frame is usually beside you, watching TV or relaying the latest drama she heard on the streets.

She's a good listener, but once again, she's also blunt.

Every picture of the two of you, she has that same far away look in her eye. Every. Single. One.

Cherri Bomb

She's a bad influence, that much is certain, but no amount of peer pressure could get you to do something you didn't want to do. That's why you're best friends.

She loves partying and dragging you out, but most nights, you stay in, which then in a way, forces her to stay in too.

"[Y/N/N], you bitch, why aren't you dressed? I thought we were going out tonight!" No. No you weren't.

She encourages you to step out of your comfort zone 24/7, because you're in Hell and it could only get so much worse.

She listens, but doesn't really pay attention all that much. There's almost always something else on her mind, but she makes it up to you somehow.

She'd probably push you down the stairs for fun if she felt like it.

Most likely to sing karaoke with you, absolutely plastered in a bar somewhere on the outskirts of the Pride Ring.

If you handed your cup to her to go to the bathroom, she'd probably misunderstand and drink it.

Glares at anyone who looks in your direction, purely because she doesn't trust very many at all.

Would reluctantly agree to a sleepover if you asked, just because you're her main bitch.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

WIBTA for asking out my manager?

Hi there. Trust me this is a WIBTA and not just dating advice.

So I (35F) am basically working at my dream workplace. I cant say what exactly, because I know people follow this account there, but suffice to say its in a desirable industry with a lot of passionate folks, and while its a big (~150 people) place, there's an atmosphere of kindness and joy I've never seen anywhere else. I know a lot of you probably hate me for this, but I am truly aware how rare a workplace this is, and I am grateful. I dont take it for granted. Sometimes the work itself truly sucks, and the pay is outright atrocious, but when your coworkers have your back, it makes all the difference. They accept me even tho I'm trans, and when I've been sick or injured they make sure I'm taken care of. I feel like they are a family of sorts, and I've been working there for over a year now.

Anyways, this wonderful place is held up by a lot of wonderful people, but one in particular is my manager (30F). When I first got hired, I noticed she was cute, but more importantly she was welcoming and accepting. I set aside those feelings, of course, because its a workplace, but they havent gone away.

But lately, this all started to change. We now spend a lot of talking! We have lots of common interests, and there have been nights when both of us will stay for HOURS while the other works, just to chat about whatever! We even text a bit, even about not-work things. Sharing fandom stuff, whatever. The more and more we talked, the more I fell for her. I could hear her go on for days, even if its something I dont care about. Hell, she could read the dictionary and I'd be sitting there grinning because I get to hear her talk. I've got it bad! And then, a few weeks ago, she even brings up how she's given up on dating...but before I could ask more or say anything really, a coworker interrupted and the moment passed.

And here I am, weeks later, smitten like crazy. And I'd say "oh she obviously likes me, she sticks around for you, shares stuff with you" but she's like this with everyone. She's a bit airheaded honestly about it, I mostly find it endearing, but she could absolutely just be doing it because she talks like that to everyone. She's bisexual, and very pro-trans, so I dont think that would be an issue in any way.

But here's where the WIBTA part comes: I have told a couple other coworkers, and they brought up not only that its a dangerous move to date a manager, but also that it could hurt the workplace itself. I mean, this is a place where so many people get to have a joyful opportunity at life, and as I've said this is tremendously rare...what if I take up too much of this manager's time, and she cant be there for other workers? What if this manager gets fired for dating an underling, and gets replaced by someone awful? There's a whole lot of what-if's floating through my mind.

And then I start thinking, if I ask her out, wouldnt that be putting her in an awkward position? I mean if she doesnt like me, and has to turn me down, she still has to work with me, and I her. I can compartmentalize that, but...she might have more trouble. Is it selfish of me to even try, when I could just let well enough be? And on top of that, what did she mean by "giving up on dating"? It didnt sound like she was aromantic, just that she decided it wont happen, but maybe its just going to be a problem if I ask her out. It feels like the stakes of even asking her out are so high. So I keep chatting with her in hopes that I'll catch a lead, but...idk.

Anyways, I am primarily concerned with if it would be a dick move to anyone in my workplace, especially her, but genuinely I am just lost here. I've never dated anyone at a workplace, but like. The dating apps suck, and I dont think I've ever felt this way about anyone before. I've even thought about quitting or finding another workplace to make it an easier decision, but I feel like thats even worse; like it would put pressure on her to date me because I quit for her or something. So how about it? Should I keep my mouth shut, or is love truly worth all risks?

What are these acronyms?

[pomplalamoose]

nsfw Dilf!Luke headcanons

🌹modern day AU🌹

A/N: I looove how these three asks share a common theme, so I decided to make one big post instead of three smaller ones to have all that sexy Dilf!Luke content in one place👀

Also I feel like I haven't posted in forever, I used to have so much time for writing :(

⭐ Dilf!Luke seeing you dressed up for the first time

• it doesn't matter at what point of your relationship you are, whether you are already a couple or only met recently

• Luke is stricken with awe, his mind wiped completely blank

• the only difference here is in how he acts

• in no way will he allow you, or anyone at that, to see what your appearance does to him if you're nothing more than his child's friend

• it just wouldn't be proper and he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable

• instead his impassive gaze will take in your outfit in a matter of seconds before casually sweeping away as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on

• possibly, if he's feeling a little risky, you'll receive a curt nod in acknowledgement of your presence

• though he'll then excuse himself abruptly, leaving you behind confused and maybe a bit hurt

• how ridiculous you feel to have dressed in such a way now!

• doesn't he think you pretty?

• oh but he does

• despite a short glance being all he allowed himself, the picture of you couldn't be burnt into his memory any more clearly

• you're so beautiful it nearly causes him physical pain, so moved is he by the sight of you

• was that really you he saw standing there?

• it might as well could've been an angel

• the need to take a look at you again is overwhelming, though first he'll have to find his courage to do so

• he will have to catch his breath, requires time to rebuild his composure and to gather his wits before daring to face you again

• he doesn't trust himself, doesn't believe he'll be able to refrain from leering at you like the perverted old man he is

• though once you're in a relationship and he sees you dressed up for the first time he'll do so unapologetically and without holding back, shamelessly undressing you with his eyes until you allow him to do more

• he'll take his time too, not caring if it will make you late to whatever event you're invited to

• stand right there opposite the window, against the backdrop of the white wall, so he can better take you in, will you?

• yes, just like that

• the lighting really flatters your skin

• give it a twirl, he wants to see every angle

• oh aren't you pretty?

• he'll sit down then, legs spread casually, letting his hot gaze travel over your body, lets it linger, until you're flushed red and squirming in embarrassment

• imagine his lazy grin

• imagine him slowly leaning forward, elbows propped up on his knee, his voice slightly rougher than before when he speaks

• do a pose for him, you know which one

• the one you did for that picture he took of you, the one he likes so much

• you can do that for him, can't you?

• throw him a kiss

• there you go

• play with your hair, give him a smile

• now, don't be so shy, there's no need

• you possess a beauty beyond compare, unlike anything he has ever seen before

• which lipstick are you wearing?

• is it the one he bought for you? The long lasting, kiss proof one?

• come, sit next to him and prove it

• you know, now that he thinks about it, you wouldn't mind staying here with him for a little while longer, wouldn't you?

⭐ Dilf!Luke's thoughts on boobs

• no matter their shape and size, Luke is and forever remains a boob man, no matter the universe

• his poker face may be spectacular, unreadable most of the time, but not even he can keep his eyes from widening, cannot refrain from blushing when he gets a good look at your cleavage

• before you're in a relationship with him I imagine him acting very similarly to the way he did seeing you dressed up for the first time

• however I don't think he'd always manage to slip away as inconspicuously as he did then

• most likely that's because he'd only notice the lower cut once you're sitting down together for dinner or while he's driving you home, making it impossible for him to leave the situation

• after all a lot remains hidden under a winter coat and a slightly too big shirt might look perfectly normal at first glance until it doesn't

• maybe you're leaning over the table to reach for a plate

• maybe you're offering to take his used dishes to the kitchen

• maybe you dropped something and are hastily trying to pick it up, to clean away your mess

• maybe the car's seatbelt got slightly tangled in your top, causing it to sit even more revealingly than it normally would

• either way, Luke grows hard instantly

• you already were are a constant in all of his dirty dreams before but unbelievably so they just got a whole lot more exciting

• he can't help it, can't help wondering how they'd feel like in his hands

• not when they look this soft and inviting

• not when they're just made to be fondled and caressed by him

• maybe you'd even let him scatter kisses and gentle bites all over their silky expanse

• maybe you'd allow him to play with your nipples?

• his eyes are prone to roll to the back of his head from just imagining it

• in no way will Dilf!Luke ever beat the allegations of being horny for you like a teenager

• not before he's dating you and certainly not after

• in fact quite the contrary is the case

• lust overcomes him easily when he sees your top closely hugging your figure, framing your cleavage and collar bones

• you better believe he's going to live out all of the countless fantasies he collected over the years without ever tiring of them

• not even when time is short is he able to resist

• don't worry though, there's no need to fully undress

• just let him bare your breasts so he can watch them bounce while he fucks you hard and fast on the sofa, before sending you on your way with a gentle slap to the back of your ass

⭐ Dilf!Luke in bed headcanons

• in one of my other posts (I think it was the fluffy Dilf!Luke hc's one) I already touched on this topic briefly, you can take a look here, though of course I'd love to go into more detail

• Luke likes to takes his sweet time with you

• not necessarily because he's a tease but because he thinks you deserve it

• he does enjoy the occasional quickie a lot, yes, but only if it's something you're into as well and if you've already been dating for a good amount of time

• so especially at the beginning of your relationship, when he's still a little unsure whether you actually desire him, his approaches will be nearly shy and always over the top gentle

• he's afraid you'll feel pressured into sleeping with him, something he wants to avoid at all cost

• his foreplay is thorough as he makes sure to check if you're still into it every few minutes

• you could be covered in sweat from head to toe, muscles helplessly shaking as he talks you through your third orgasm, and he'd still go "oh do you like that, sweetheart?" actually meaning it

• this requires much patience on his part though, patience he does not really possess

• despite his age his libido is as high as his sexual fantasies are active, so he often sees the need to take off a certain edge before allowing himself to take you to bed

• it's nothing that requires anything spectacular either, a few rough pumps under the shower usually do the trick

• you see, it has been a while since he last had sex and he's adorably nervous

• he wants to make you feel good above all else, so what if his performance has suffered over the years?

• what if you're faking your pleasure in order to not hurt his feelings?

• so exploring your body to memorize every little twitch you give in response is extremely important to him

• he doesn't care if he's rock hard and straining uncomfortably against his pants

• he will go as long as he needs to until you're begging him to finally fill you up

• (not that he minds, giving oral and fingering you open in front of a mirror are some of his favorite things to do)

[spiderscribe]

For te character ask: gimme Starscream (TFP), Dead End (cyberverse) and Drift (mtmte)

:3💖

Ajfldksjlf you somehow managed to pick three of the five characters that I’ve been really rotating through my brain this past week so thank youuuu I had a ton of fun with these :3 enjoy the headcanons!!! 

Starscream (TFP)

Headcanon A:  realistic

When Starscream gets over himself and stops fussing over how to make himself look as good as possible, he’s actually a pretty good leader who’s skilled at managing all the small details to accomplish his bigger goals. Starscream himself doesn’t know this though, because even when other people genuinely think he’s doing a great job, they keep it to themselves for fear of inflating Starscream’s ego. (It’s Soundwave. He’s people.)

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Starscream’s opinion on humans goes up from “occasionally amusing but overall useless life forms” to “extremely grudging fear respect” after that time Miko stole the apex armor from him and beat him up. Obviously Starscream doesn’t reveal this shift to anyone, but after some observing Raf figures him out. He chooses not to tell Starscream that Miko is an outlier and most other humans wouldn’t be able to kick his ass, because a) it’s an advantage he can maybe use in the future and b) he starts laughing to himself whenever he thinks about it.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Starscream is desperately touch-starved, and craves physical intimacy and gentle touches. Alas, after everyone he’s lost and everyone who’s hurt him throughout the war, he never allows himself to be that vulnerable with anyone ever again. He does his best to keep everyone, no matter which side he’s currently playing, a careful arm’s length distance away.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Since it’s canon that Starscream likes to browse the internet, my possible-but-still-probably-unrealistic headcanon is that Starscream is pretty fluent in internet memes and slang. He expects Soundwave to know a lot too, since Soundwave monitors everything, but Soundwave tends to filter out anything he deems pointless and that includes anything to do with human internet culture. The first time Starscream brings up a meme in reaction to one of Soundwave’s audio clips, he gets a very confused blank stare in response.

Dead End (Cyberverse)

Headcanon A:  realistic

Dead End is bad at forming close friendships, mostly because his unending pessimism tends to eventually put people off, but he’s actually pretty good at initiating small talk and making superficial acquaintances. That’s why he’s on speaking terms with most of Decepticon high command and makes a feeble effort to save them from the Loop. (Feeble because, well, being on speaking terms with them doesn’t mean he actually likes all of them. Case in point: Soundwave.)

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

As they slowly get to know each better by virtue of forced proximity, Dead End and Hot Rod both come to realize they actually have a lot in common: they’re both the “shoot first, ask questions later” type of bot, they’ve both got quick tempers, they both like to keep their finish as pristine as possible, and (although Hot Rod tries to pretend this one isn’t true) they’re both prone to negative introspection when things aren’t going their way. Rather than bringing them closer together, this realization horrifies them both and they silently and mutually avoid bringing it up, ever.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

I touched on this in my deadceptor fic, but reiterating it here with more heart-crushing-ness: Dead End doesn’t regret choosing to abandon everyone and leave the universe with Megatron. It’s not that he doesn’t care about everyone else, and if they were all hurt or killed by the Quintessons he would’ve been sorry that they died, but that’s not enough for him to feel bad about his choices. He’s not sorry about prioritizing himself and his own goals first.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Shortly after joining the Decepticons, Dead End developed a crush on Megatron. It eventually faded into strong admiration and loyalty, but Dead End still thinks the whole situation was extremely embarrassing and would vehemently deny it to anyone who asks.

Drift (Mtmte)

Headcanon A:  realistic

Drift’s ongoing “see who gets more kills in fights” contest with Rodimus was actually his initial idea, not Rodimus’. He came up with it so he has something to focus on while fighting (keeping track of his increasing number of kills) and he doesn’t lose himself in a mindless rage the way he used to do as Deadlock. He only meant it as a one-time thing, but competing with Rodimus turned out to be so fun, and Rodimus’ sulking face when he lost was so funny, that Drift brought it up again the next time.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

If a normal bot was fully aware that Ultra Magnus hated them, they’d do their best to stay out of Magnus’ way and avoid doing anything to piss him off. Drift, who is far from a normal bot and more mischievous than most people think, conspires with Rodimus to play really stupid pranks on Magnus like adjusting the lighting to be a few degrees brighter than regulation and using incorrect punctuation in his submitted reports. Drift thinks of it as “if Magnus thinks I’m the same kind of idiot as Rodimus, then he’ll stop seeing me as a dangerous Decepticon.” Rodimus just thinks the whole thing is hilarious and is glad that he isn’t the only one getting yelled at.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Drift treasures every close connection he’s formed in the past and present—all the people who saw something good and worth saving in him. But after he defects from the Decepticons, he starts chasing that kind of close connection with a secondary reason: yes, he still desires that intimacy, but he’s also looking for people to devote his life to. Drift sees offering his unquestioning loyalty as a way to atone, and if he ends up dying for someone, then, well, it’s what he deserves after everything he did as Deadlock.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

A leftover habit from his days as Deadlock means Drift naturally has a very exaggerated fighting style. Think dramatic twirls and poses, sword thrusts that are a little flashier than strictly necessary, brutal punches that hit where he knows will cause the most energon to spray out, terrifying smiles, etc. As Deadlock, it strengthened his reputation as a fearsome berserker and he revelled in it. As Drift, it’s mortifying as all slag. It takes him conscious effort to not fight like that, and he still sometimes slips into the habit by accident. Rodimus tells him not to worry about it because he thinks it’s cool. Many, many years later, Ratchet admits it’s kind of hot.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

My headcanon is that Sirius and Lily's relationship at first was rough. They couldn't stand each other. And it wasn't just innocent bickering. Sirius was sometimes too mean with Lily.

Sirius didn't stand the fact that his perfect best friend was into someone like Lily. She was the nerdy girl and followed the rules, and above all put James in his place, and treated him like shit. She had been "Snivellus" friend, so that couldn't be good. She was no fun. She had hurt James like no other.

And Sirius hated her for that.

So Sirius was mean. He was mean before Lily dated James. But even worse when they started dating.

In Sirius’s head, Lily was changing his best friend and was taking him away from him. So he acted out pure jealousy and spite.

Sirius was the kind of person to be meanly sarcastic and say hurtful jokes to hide his own pain or worse express his feelings.

And Lily might be good and noble but she reached to a point where she didn't stand Sirius’s bad treatment and mean comments.

"Why do you hate me so much, Sirius?" she asked after Sirius had launched one of his mean sarcastic comments in from of a bunch of people "It is because I am a good person? Because I am a common girl? It is because I have people that love me?... Is it because I have James's love that you don't want to share? You don't stand me because I am and I have what you would never be or have... It is awful to feel alone and hurt. And I think that is your problem. You need to hurt me so you're not the only one feeling that way... "

And at this point, Sirius felt taken aback because he didn't expect goodie goodie Lily to tell him that. In front of everyone.

"I am James's girlfriend now and you'll need to get over it and stand it. Because I am not going anywhere! And if you care about your best friend as much as you say you do, you will stop being a twat! And start maturing..."

With that, Sirius was left speechless.

From that on, he didn't mess with Lily again. Sirius apologized of course. He began respecting her. And with time, they became really good friends. Sirius couldn't see anyone better for his best friend.

[thelaughtercafe]

Ler Izuku and Mirio

Tea Type: Brown Sugar Boba

Potential Triggers: N/A

Pairing: Izuku/F! Reader, Mirio/F! Reader

Length: 873

Summary: N/A

Izuku Midoriya:

Izuku cares about his friends. Anyone who even sees him in passing can tell; given he’s anything but shy about it.

He’s very good at anticipating their needs; it’s a habit he picked up from his Mom actually though he doesn’t realize it himself.

Izuku, being the observant friend he is, can’t help but notice when you blush as he accidentally brushes your side when reaching for something behind you and squeak out an excuse about how you’re fine, and just startled before dashing off.

Deku’s not dumb. Kachaan would pull the same thing back in middle school but with anger to make people back off instead.

At first he thinks you don’t like it, but he puts together rather quickly that that’s very much not the case when he catches you leaning into Todoroki’s fingers as he helps you with your hair; even as they drag ticklishly along your neck and make you giggle. Your ever present blush like last time is there too.

He can’t help his fond smile.

Cute. You’re adorable. He wonders if anyone else has figured it out but doubts it and seeing the way you nearly chase Todoroki’s fingers when he pulls away and the little look of resignation on your face before you hide it with a smile and a thanks…well…

Deku can’t have that, now can he? What kind of friend would he be otherwise?

He knocks on your door that night and once inside he smiles and simply asks, all innocent curiosity.

“Say, do you really like being tickled?”

When you go red and stutter helplessly, barely able to from words as you shyly start backing away, already giggling; you give him the answer he needs.

He follows, giving you time to move away if you’d like, but you don’t as his hands come to simply rest at your sides.

“Aw this’s adorable!! Can I help? I promise I’ll be gentle, all you have to do is say red and I’ll stop! K? If you want me to be a little faster, or rougher…tell me and I’ll try okay? You may be better off going to Kacchan for that though-”

He jolted a little as you grabbed his wrist from where he was getting ready to gently pin you down, already straddling your hips.

The desperate look in your eyes almost made him smile but the anxiety there quickly made him frown.

“Hey, this isn’t anything weird, ya know? I won’t tell anyone else if it really makes you uncomfortable but…I don’t think anyone else would mind. You always run off before the tickling branches out to all of us, but tickle fights are common. Pretty sure all of us except you have gotten wrecked by multiple people at once.”

He giggled as you blushed madly at that, hiding your face in your arm at the thought and mumbling how he was being mean.

“Aw making you flustered and blushy and warm is just part of the job description if I’m gonna tickle you! Just say Red if you need me to stop for any reason, alright cutie?”

He starts gentle when he lers and stays consistently at that pace. Unlike Bakugou who’s rough out of the gate and Todoroki who keeps things varied Izuku is almost paranoid with his strength and pressure usage thanks to his Quirk.

He never wants to hurt you, obviously.

But it makes it tickle so much more.

Unlike with other kinds of tickles there’s no heavy laughter or struggling even really.

The softness means you feels every feathery flutter of fingertips and there’s nothing you can so expect focus on it, giggle helplessly with little squeaks and squeals and the occasional gasp and flinch.

All the while Deku is merciless but in the most gentle way possible.

He’s full of praises, and coos and affectionate gestures like nuzzling your neck and humming and gosh it’s so soft and comforting it can be enough to make one cry if they’ve had a bad day and just let it out.

Afterwards he always makes sure you drink plenty of water and stretch a little too if you’ve been there a while.

Overall, a Ler super atuned to your needs and a sweetheart.

Mirio Togata:

Laughs with his Lee

Tells stupid jokes and stories and pretends that’s why you’re laughing so hard as he tickles

Absolutely uses his Quirk to tickle attack you from behind your friends if he hears you on the other side of something. 

Loves outing your ticklishness in public and ganging up on you with others omg. 

Not a possessive ler

Loves to spread how cute you are with the world!! 

Only if you’re comfy with it though of course! He’ll play it off and let you turn the tables on him if he notices you’re uncomfortable or something! 

Doesn’t like silence when he lers so he always is talking

From stories and jokes like above to coochie coos and tickle tickles he never stops teasing. 

Loves seeing his Lee get all shy and blushy if they’re the type or to make them fight back if they’re a brat

I see him as a tummy guy as a Ler; he thinks it’s both really accessible and fun to play with

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Val Also Works for Roo/Eve 🦋⛓️

Warning, potential spoilers and some intense pictures.

There’s been ALOT of theories going around about Alastor’s soul belonging to Eve/Roo-Root of all evil(or whoever’s meant to be the ultimate big bad). But what if he’s not the only one working in the shadows for a greater evil. What if VALENTINO himself is also owned by Roo and is or will be helping her continue with her plans. Why do I think this?

They both wear red as a main color(granted ALOT of Hazbin characters got red but for Val and Alastor’s the colors used often). Along with the use of black and white.

2. Despite Val’s…temperament and moments of impulsive destructive idiocy that clearly tax both Velvet and Vox, they still keep him around. I imagine his movies and music videos probably help make good money but you’d think with how awful Val can be, they’d consider him more of a burden…unless he’s genuinely got power that not only earns respect from them but from everyone else along with fear. With how quick he is to go off the handle, makes you wonder how he’s able to manipulate so many people. Is he relying on Vox and Vel or is he…getting extra help somewhere else. 3. The use of chains is used often with them. And if you’ve seen the rest of the Roo art, chains are common too⛓️. Considering how triggered Alastor gets being reminded of “being on a leash” who’s to say part of Val wanting Angel to remeber that he owns him is also….to compensate for his own feelings of being trapped too.

4. It’s not exactly the same, but when Val formed the contract, reminded me of when Al made that shield.

5. Val’s main power seems to be smoke/pheremones. He’s not the only one who uses smoke-like powers.

5. Eyes are around their areas too. And going on the idea they’re drawn by misery….Maybe Val’s not just causing it for his own dark desires but to…feed someone else’s aswell.

6. even though it seemed he was expecting Angel to make Charlie go, he was STILL MESSING AROUND WITH THE PRINCESS OF HELL! Even Vox can tell Val should NOT be taking that lightly, had to stop him from trying to storm into the hotel in ep 2, he was PUSHING THINGS when he licked her 🤮…was he trying to push her to lose it?

What if his borderline suicidal confidence about how he is towards Charlie could be….he has a kinda safety net if Angel or Vox didn’t stop him…or perhaps trying to make her lose it on purpose…

I lowkey think Val used the studio incident as a way to try make Angel think Charlie’s a problem(just gonna cause him problems, make things worse and should just settle back with him). I feel like he already wanted to hurt Angel for leaving and ignoring his calls and seeing Charlie he could tell she came on her own and could’ve just told her to come back to talk another time like she suggested, but decided to use this to his advantage , just wasn’t expecting Charlie to unintentionally make things easy for his case with the fire. He probably figured if he got someone else blamed to Angel’s eyes for his suffering behind just him abusing Angel for his own twisted reasons, Angel would just settle back for him…

And going on my certain theory of how Roo and Charlie could be connected

Roo-This worked better than I thought. Wasn’t expecting her to be THAT CARELESS🤣

Val-But he’s still at the Hotel…he forgave her…

Roo- He might still be sticking around now but if she keeps up her screwups, they’ll all eventually be done trying to clean up her messes and she’ll be all alone…perfect for the grab!😈

Val-…And Angel will come back to me?

Roo- Unless that spider's ready to deal with his own personal demons, he'll be crawling back in no time.

Val-He’ll want me again…

Roo-🤣🤣🤣I meant he’d be back, not because he’d really want to. Cmon, since when do u care what ANYONE else wants, let alone what HE’D WANT!? Let’s face it, unless you can change yourself into something more tolerable beyond just using my power to be needed, he’ll never love you like he did when you first met. Monsters like us can’t change Val, not like that atleast…and soon enough we’ll make Charlie realize she’s the same😈.

Val-…

What do u think? I’d love to know💖

[chronologically-challenged]

For my Danny Phantom/isat idea. I adore their dynamic so much yall don't even know: (Act 6 on the top of the House. Danny leans against the wall near the bottom stair. Notably, in the loops, he sat on the bottom step)

Siffrin: Hey, Danny.

Danny: Hey, Frin! Feeling better? Less explodey?

Siffrin: (You take a moment.)

Siffrin: (...)

Siffrin: (Yup! You're tired, really tired, but... you're doing fine. No better than fine. Good. You're doing good for once.)

Siffrin: (You nod.)

Danny: That's good, dude. When we get back, take a nap for like. Ten years.

Siffrin: (laughs) I'll stick with a night's sleep. But. Yeah. I will.

Siffrin: ...I'm sorry.

Danny: I'll stop you right there.

Siffrin: (You stop right there.)

Danny: ....

Danny: (sighs) Look. I don't like what you said. Getting back home... I need to try. And no one else, not even you are going to stop me.

Siffrin: (You nod. The idea of losing him hurts but... if Danny wants to go home, you're going to help. No matter how much it hurts to think about. Besides, it's going to take a lot more than simple craft to get him there. The teen is smarter than he gives himself credit for, but still. It may be impossible on his own. So, even if you lose him, you and the rest of your family are going to be there right beside him until the end. He shouldn't ever have to do this alone).

Danny: ....But, I get it. I really do. I... Let's just say I know what it's like to almost lose my family too.

Siffrin: (What!?)

Siffrin: What!?

Danny: Not the point!!! Just!!!

Danny: ...I forgive you. What happens in the time loop stays in the time loop.

Danny: Unless you want to talk about it.

Danny: You should talk about it.

Danny: But I mean. Whatever happened is fine!!! Like if you did something weird, or if you killed one of us-

Siffrin: (WHAT!!!!)

Siffrin: I WOULD NEVER!!!!!

Danny: !!!

Danny: Never said you did!!!! But I wouldn't mind if you tried???

Siffrin: Danny????

Danny: I don't know it's a time loop!!!! They're weird!!!

Siffrin: (Wait. The way Danny talks about time loops...)

Siffrin: Danny... have.... have you been stuck in a time loop before?

Siffrin: (With how many weird things he's casually mentioned, you wouldn't be surprised.)

Danny: No!!!! I mean I've time traveled-

Siffrin: (-He's What)

Siffrin: (Scratch that. You can be surprised-)

Danny: -But no time loops here!!! We've just got a lot of stories back at home about time loops.

Siffrin: Is... is that a common thing back in your dimension?

Danny: I mean after this movie- wait you don't know movies- we've got this... story we've told called Groundhogs Day. Some asshole dude was so mean to everyone that God put them in a timeloop until he became a better person.

Siffrin: ...

Siffrin: ........Did this actually happen to someone?

Danny: Nah. Back home people compare every time loop story to it. But I'm pretty sure it was fake. Probably.

Danny: (muttering) But I can see Clockwork putting someone in a time loop.

Siffrin: (You feel your headache coming back.)

Siffrin: Okay that's enough.

Danny: (laughs) Suuuuuuure.

Danny: ...But Siffrin, just. I am sorry for saying you were just like Vlad. You aren't. At all.

Siffrin: (You're not sure you agree. You were acting possessive, creepy, imposing, all things you know how Danny described Vlad.)

Siffrin: But-?

Danny: You aren't. Vlad never apologized. Ever. He never even tried to really get to know me. He... You're not like him at all. I've never felt safe with him, and maybe that's why it hurt when you...

(Danny frowns, hands clenched to his sides).

Siffrin: (Danny...)

Danny: (lets out a heavy sigh) But you're not Vlad! Vlad is a dumb fruitloop too up his own ass to care about anyone except his own ego. And you! Just need to go be sleepfrin.

Siffrin: (...?)

Siffrin: (He's looking at you, for something?)

Siffrin: (Oh.)

Siffrin: Was, was that a pun?

Siffrin: (It was an awful attempt at one if it was).

(Danny's face falls. Oh, stars it was. Oops!)

Danny: ...go away now.

Siffrin: Danny.

Danny: No.

Siffrin: I'm dansipointed in you.

Danny: :0! (starts laughing)

Danny: (He starts to move his hand toward Siffrin.)

Siffrin: (It's a fist bump!!! A Danny Fist Bump!!! Finally!!! You get one too!!!)

(You try to meet his hand halfway, but Danny's hand goes around?)

(Oh! He's trying to hug you!!! The sideways ones like he gives Bonnie and Mirabelle!!!)

(You try to save it. You quickly switch around to do an over the shoulder hug that you totally were going for the entire time.)

(You didn't count on Danny doing the same thing, but in reverse. His arm falls as yours rises, and he's left awkwardly raising his fist in the hair while your arm flaps uselessly behind him).

Danny: ...

Siffrin: ...

Danny: We're bad at this.

Siffrin: (You nod.)

Danny: Ummm. (He doesn't put his fist down)

Danny: Oh! How about this?

(He wraps his arm around your shoulder, hug fully completed this time. Yours settles in behind him. But, his fist is still raised, waiting for you to complete the signature Danny Fist Bump)

(How can you refuse?)

(It's a simple. Just a little knock of your knuckles together. One moment of contact before it's quickly gone.)

(It doesn't stop feeling like the world.)

(You realize Danny hasn't let you go.)

Siffrin: Danny...?

Danny: I'm glad. (he rushes out, his voice is tight) I'm glad there was something going on, Frin. That we could do something to help.

Danny: I... I didn't want to lose you too.

Siffrin: (Danny...)

Siffrin: I'm here! I'm right here...

Danny: Good.

(He squeezes you one more time and lets you go.)

(......You don't know his other family. From his stories, you're not sure you want him to go back to a life that put a teenager in charge of protecting the world. But, if Danny wants to go home...)

(You understand more than anyone. That need. It's not fair to tell him it's impossible for him to go back just because it is for you).

(You just hope that there's someone there that misses him as much as he's fighting to get back to them.)

Danny: Now, go take a nap or something, you're gonna fall over the rail. Then what? All those time loops just to die to gravity?

Siffrin: Not the worst way to die!

Siffrin: (You would know!)

Danny: Don't I know it!!!

(You both laugh.)

(You wave goodbye, and head off to another family member.)

Siffrin: (...before the loops you tried to discourage Danny making jokes about dying.)

Siffrin: (You probably should now too).

Siffrin: (But you know what they say about beating dead horses-)

Siffrin: (...........Don't?)

Siffrin: (...)

Siffrin: (Eh. You'll see where the jokes take you. After all, you have time to figure it out).

[captain-mj]

Loved Graves locker room pep-talk to the shadows in the mw3 trailer, I feel like the 141 would witness one of these and tease the shadows and Graves😂

Yes. Very much so

Graves offered the 141 use of one of their bases to use as an apology for what happened in the past. Secretly, Phillip was trying to get a certain Captain John Price to pay attention to him. No luck yet, but he could hope.

That morning before a mission, he was giving his Shadows a normal pep-talk. They all seemed to like it, complaining the one time he didn't do one. He gave them all a smile. It was lopsided thanks to the scar on his cheek and then they immediately said "Yup, yup!"

Gaz was staring at them, wide eyed. "Do you guys... do that often?"

Alpha 2-4 Edward, one of the newest members of his team, frowned. "Does Price not do that for you?"

"No?? Is this an American thing?"

Graves glared at him. "As their commander, I do what I can to prepare them for upcoming in missions."

Gaz nodded and slowly backed away, commenting about cult like behavior.

Graves set his jaw and sent his men out. He was now substantially more irritated than before but he wanted his Shadows mission ready. So many Shadows had died thanks to those goddamn Russians recently and even though he had made amends with the Vaqueros, that didn't undo the deaths on both sides. His numbers were low and... well...

He didn't think his heart could handle it well. He had started to refer to them by their number, as awful as it was, in some way to keep himself from getting too attached. At least until everyone was well trained and not at risk of dying.

Alpha 1-3 Charlie came back with a broken ankle, somehow, but luckily no other injuries. Graves had her arm slung over his shoulder, helping her walk. He put her into one of the med bay beds and smiled at her.

"Hey, chin up, kiddo. You did great out there."

"I broke my ankle."

"Yeah, but you did jumping on a moving helicopter! I thought we might have to circle around or have you rendezvous elsewhere!"

Charlie paused. "You wouldn't have left me behind?"

"Absolutely not." Graves smiled. "Not leaving anyone behind, yeah?"

"Yup-yup!" Charlie smiled at him.

"Exactly! We're soldiers. We get up, get shit done and then ship out again, right?"

"Right!" She smiled brightly.

Soap frowned at them. He stayed silent until Graves stepped out in the hallway. "What's with the yup-yup thing?"

"It's common in the military here in the states." Graves glared already. "She's also hurt and I was trying to comfort her."

"Yeah, yeah." Soap looked at him strangely.

"Out with it."

"You just... seem to care an awful lot about them."

"Price jokingly calls you guys his kids."

"Yeah, I know. Just... you guys are all so close. There's a ton of you. Like twelve."

Graves shook his head. "I just... Want what's best for my soldiers."

"Right. Of course. You're a good commander."

Soap still teased him about the yup-yup thing for weeks.

Ghost never said anything, but anytime he happened to be nearby when Graves started his little speeches, he'd stick around and stare. Graves was used to staying on task, but it did get a little unnerving.

Just a little.

Right as he was finishing a thing about loyalty and how they'd all pull through, Price came in. He was drinking the tea they had started keeping on hand. His deep blue eyes stared into Graves with the exact same intensity as Ghost's and he was starting to wonder if it was a British trait.

"They... enjoy your speeches?" He asked when they wrapped up.

Graves shrugged. "Seemed to, yeah. Why?"

"Tried doing that to the 141 once and failed miserably. Pep talks and all that. Don't think they're the type that benefits from them."

"Doesn't seem like it, but you have good control on them without it."

Price smiled and sipped his tea. "Thanks. Mostly had to beat it into them."

Graves chuckled. "Had a few soldiers like that. Sometimes, beating is necessary."

"You seem pretty talented with just your words. I can see how you founded your company. Very charming."

Graves blushed. "Thank you, sir. I can see how you became a Captain."

[s0urw00lf]

Protectors: The Tell

Y/n was sitting around doing nothing while she waited for Derek to return home from the “trip” he took with Scott. She was reading a book, when he heard Derek’s car engine driving onto the property. She heard him get out of the car but there was someone with him she knew that from the second door closing, and another pair of footsteps. “You know I have a life too.” She heard Scott say to Derek. She rolled her eyes already tired of the bickering pair. “No you don’t.” Derek said sighing turning around from his place on the stairs. Y/n got up to meet the bickering pair at the staircase, not saying anything. “Yes I do! I cont care what your saying about him making me his pet or wha-“ at this y/n interrupted “part of his pack” she said correcting him. Scott and Derek both looked over to her acknowledging what she said, Scott rolled his eyes and sighed. “Whatever. I have homework to do. I have to go to a parent teacher conference tomorrow because I’m failing chemistry” he said. Y/n felt for the teenage boy, she knew what it was like to have to balance her life and the supernatural protector rank that fell on her shoulders. Derek impatiently switched feet putting his weight on his right foot “do you want to do homework? Or do you want to not die” he’s sassed making y/n roll her eyes and sigh, making sure to make a mental note to talk to Derek about the way he was with these teenagers. “Look Scott you have less than a week until the full moon, if you don’t kill with him, he kills you.” Y/n said folding her arms.

Scott, now fed up with all of these rules shook his head “okay, seriously, who made up these rules?”. “It’s a rite if passage into his pack” Derek explained. “You know what else is a rite of passage? Graduating high school! And you don’t have to kill anyone to do it!” He said, he wasn’t wrong. “So if I help you, you guys can stop him?” He asked. Y/n shook he head “not by ourselves, we’re stronger in numbers. A pack make the individual more powerful, and I can only do so much at the given time” she said going to stand in between the two and facing Scott. “How am I supposed to help you if I have no idea what I’m doing?” He asked defeated. “Because we’re gonna teach you.” Derek said. “You remember what happened that first night you were shot in the arm? Right after you were hit?” Derek asked stepping down beside me. “Yeah I changed back” scot said nodding. “And then you were hit by his car, same thing, right? What’s the common denominator?” Derek asked grabbing and bending his wrist. Y/n wanted to stop him but Scott needed this. “What the hell are you doing?” Scott asked groaning in pain. “You’ll heal” y/n said looking down at scott who was now on his knees in pain. “It still hurt” he said looking up at the couple. “And that’s what keeps you human, pain” Derek said, watching as Scott healed. “Maybe you will survive” he said impressed, before walking up the stairs. Y/n sighed helping Scott up.

“Is he always that straight forward?” He asked. Y/n smiled “not always, he’s been through a lot. I find it amazing that he’s still able to care about the world when it’s been nothing but awful to him.” She replied with a quiet laugh. “Go home, get sleep, you’ve got school tomorrow.” She said hugging him and sending him off. Y/n closed her eyes and sighed. She wanted to help everyone the best she could, but the problems never stopped. She made her way up the stairs to find where Derek went, she found him in the bathroom brushing his teeth for bed. She stood admiring the handsome man in front of her. Derek looked over at her through the mirror, “like the view?” He asked smirking “oh I love the view” she said somewhat sarcastic. Derek smiled and they both stood in silence, Derek continuing on his nightly routine. “Do you aver wish we weren’t supernatural?” She asked. Derek stood straight and spurned around to talk to her face to face instead of through the mirror. “I used to, I like to think I’m saving lives. Protecting the little ones who don’t know they’re involved.” He said. Y/n loved that about Derek, he always cared. No matter how much pain and grief he suffered, he always cared. She smiled and started on her night routine.

—— the next day——

Y/n had decided to take the day off from school, opting to hang around Derek just for her to end up at school. “You know if I wanted be here I would have just came to school today” she muttered following Derek through the hallways of the school. “ you didn’t have to come” he sassed, and just by his tone she knew he was smiling. “Derek, I skipped school to spend the day with you” she said groaned. Derek stopped and turned around “how about this, after this, I’ll spend the rest of today with you. No interruptions, promise.” He said smiling. Y/n smiled looking up at the taller man “okay deal” she said. Derek leaned down and gave y/n a quick kiss before grabbing her hand and pulling her along.

The pair made it to the boys locker room for lacrosse players. Y/n sighed and roller her eyes as a guy walked out, leaving only one beating heart in the room, Jackson. He turned around and gasped when he saw us. “I- I don’t know where Scott is” he stuttered. “Oh we’re not here for Scott. We’re here for you” y/n said in a sickeningly sweet voice. She hated being mean but Jackson.. was an exception. “Wh-why me? I- I didn’t do anything” he stuttered backing up into the lockers behind him. Y/n and Derek walked forward getting closer to the cowering boy. Derek smiled “no, but you saw something didn’t you” he asked. “No, I didn’t- I didn’t see anything” he denied, still stuttering. “What was it? Hmm? An animal? A mountain lion?” Derek asked. “I didn’t see anything. I swear. I’m- I’m not lying.” He defended. “I don’t know Jackson, something’s telling me your lying” y/n said. “Calm down and say it again” she said. “Say what? That I’m not lying” he asked confused. “Tell us that you didn’t dn see anything. Slowly” Derek demanded. “I. Didn’t. See. Anything. I’m not lying. “ he said slowly. We both knew Jackson was lying but decided not to push the boy anymore. “One more thing” Derek said pulling his hair to show the wound on his neck. Y/n inspected the wound “you should probably get that checked out” y/n said. With that being done and over with, the couple walked out and made their way back to the hale house.

In the car y/ns phone had started to buzz, she took the phone out of her pocket and looked at the caller who just to happened to be stiles. She sighed and answered the phone “yes stiles?” She said. “Where the hell are you guys?” He asked. Y/ns eyebrows furrowed “what do you mean?” She asked. “Did you and Scott decide collectively to bail school and not let me in on it?” Y/n sighed “Scott’s not at school?” She asked. “No, and neither are you. You know someone died last night and Lydia is completely MIA and, you and Scott need to do something about it.” “What do you think I’ve been doing?” “I don’t know, whatever it is that you do when your not at school” y/n rolled her eyes. “Does Scott know?” She asked “no, he won’t answer my calls.” “Okay I’ll figure it out, give me some time” she said. “Okay” he said before t/n ended the call. She sighted, “we are never gonna get a break, are we” she asked turning toward Derek. “Probably not” he said laughing.

They decided they were gonna figure it out while Derek worked out. She kept getting distracted by Derek who was jumping from doing pull ups to push ups. “You know your really distracting in these situations” she said smirking. “You could be down here with me” he huffed while doing push ups. They both paused looking towards where the front door was located. Y/ns head tilted feeling her body go into protector mode. The couple jumped up when they heard the door being kicked in, and three pairs of feet walk in. “Nobody home?” She heard a man. “Oh he’s here, just not feeling particularly hospitable” she heard the voice of Kate argent. Her blood began to boil as she started to make her way to meet the demon woman but was stopped by Derek. “Hide, they don’t know your here, give them a surprise” he whispered. She hesitated but agreed giving him a kiss and sneaking out of sight but close by. She heard Kate say “you want to provoke him, say something like, ‘to bad your sister bit it before she had her first litter’” y/n had gotten so mad her body began to shake with anger, trying not to just jump out and end her before she could take another step. “To bad she howled like a bitch when we cut her in half.” Kate hissed. Y/n heard Derek growl and a body hit the floor, and another shortly after. She couldn’t tell exactly where derek was until she Heard him snarl and then a taser sending Derek’s body to the ground groaning. Y/n made her way around to try to sneak up behind Kate. She was right behind the wall when she heard Kate. “Mm this one grew up in all the right places. I don’t know whether to kill it or lick it” she said.

Y/n rushed from behind the wall eyes glowing vibrant, and threw her to the wall “How about I kill you. Hmm?” Y/n growled. Kate recovered quickly running at y/n with her taser in her hand. Y/n and kate hassled for a minute, y/n had decided not to use magic, as she could easily take down kate without it. But kate still had her taser and tased y/n when she went to knee her stomach. The volts sent y/n to the ground convulsing in pain. Her body twitched still feeling the electricity roaming through her body. Kate began to walk around the couple on the ground, mostly following derek as he crawled to the couch to pick himself up before tasing him again. The pain in y/n had began subsiding as she sat up not making an effort to stand. “Nine-hundred-thousand volts...You never were good with electricity, were you? Or fire. How about you y/n? How’s it seeing him in pain over me again? Anyway, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret...and, well, maybe we can help each other out...” kate said. Once again Derek had began to get up despite the pain, as he crawled his way over to y/n who grabbed his hand muttering a spell to ease his pain.

“Yes, your sister was severed into pieces and used as bait to try to catch you. Unpleasant, and frankly, a little too Texas Chainsaw Massacre for my taste, but quite true.” Both derek and y/n stared up at the evil woman with the most deadly of glares. “Now, here's the part that might really kick you in your new balls--we didn't kill her.” Kate finished. Y/n scoffed as Derek just continued to glare still shaking. “What you think I’m lying?” She asked. “Wouldn’t be the first time” Derek said tensely. “Why don’t you just listen to my heart and tell me if I am?” She asked. Y/n rolled her eyes and sighed but still listened. Kate repeated the words and y/n didn’t hear a tick in her heartbeat, so she either learned to control her heartbeat or she wasn’t lying. “Hear that? No skips or upticks. Just the steady beat of the cold hard truth.” She said. Y/n groaned having grown tired of the woman’s voice ages ago. Kate stood and began to walk around again, collapsing her taser “Found bite marks on your sister's body, Derek. What do you think did that? A mountain lion? Why aren't we helping each other out? You might as well admit what you've been guessing all along, which is...the Alpha killed your sister. And all you have to do is tell us who he is, and we'll take care of it for you! Problem solved, everybody goes home happy.” She said looking at the two. Neither of the pair spoke up causing Kate’s eyebrows to raise.

“Unless… you don’t know who he is either.” She said in realization. She sighed shaking her head “wow. Guess who just became totally useless.” She said turning her back for a split second, that allowed y/n and Derek to sprint out of the house hearing gunshots firing behind them. Once they were sure they were far enough they stopped running, Derek looked back at the direction the had just ran from with anger covering his features. “I can’t wait until the day I can curse her” y/n said panting. Derek looked down at her and smiled slightly grabbing her hand and walking out of the woods careful not to run into Kate and her goons.

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[kindoffruity]

Praise - Chapter 3 - Aonung's POV

Chapter Three - Aonung’s POV

Aonung had been too caught up in Neteyam, he realized that Neteyam probably only sought him out because he wanted to feel special. While Aonung enjoyed making him feel like he was the most perfect Na’vi in existence. Aonung recognized that Neteyam could have just been seeking him out because Aonung gave him what he wanted. 

Aonung decided he would give Neteyam space, he wanted to see if Neteyam would seek him out first or if anyone’s attention would have been enough for him. In order for Aonung to succeed in ignoring Neteyam, he had to completely ignore his Forest boy. 

If he hadn’t ignored Neteyam , he knew he wouldn’t have been able to hold back. He had grown fond of seeing his large smile and those big golden orbs filled with hopefulness. Aonung felt dejected, like his sun was briefly taken away from him.

It was a bit dramatic but there wasn’t an activity or person besides Neteyam who could have filled this little hole in his heart. Even his friends and their ridiculous shenanigans could not keep him from thinking of Neteyam. 

“I know! Let’s go hunting, the biggest catch gets. . .” The conversation continued eagerly while Aonung was spaced out, he watched Neteyam kick sand and walk down the beach with his shoulders slumped. “I wonder what's wrong,” Aonung asked himself. They were on two opposite ends of the beach but he could tell something was off by his posture. 

“What do you think?” 

Suddenly eyes were on him, Aonung played it off like he had been listening, “Let’s do it. Let’s invite the jungle brats to show them how real men hunt.” Aonung joked with his fellow friends.

- - - - - - - - 

Aonung felt like he had to show off during the hunt, he needed the biggest fish just to show Lo’ak what a real man should be able to provide. It was merely him setting a standard of what he expected for his sister. 

Aonung was dragging the large fish onto land when he heard Roxto complimenting Neteyam. He wasn’t sure what came over him, it made him instantly bitter. Unfortunately for Neteyam, Aonung couldn’t help but take that bitterness and jealousy out on him. 

There was something about the way Neteyam smiled at Roxto that made Aonung want to smack Roxto with the fish he had caught.

“Roxto you know that fish is common if anything,” Aonung commented, walking by with a smug look on his face, “I think you’ll need to strengthen that baby tail some more, and then you might have a chance,” Aonung added. 

Aonung felt awful right after those words left his mouth, Neteyam looked hurt for a brief second but then covered it up. Aonung beat himself up inside, he hadn’t meant to hurt the other’s feelings, he was just upset that someone else was complimenting Neteyam. 

He worried that Neteyam didn’t care who the compliment came from. 

Aonung huffed and continued forward lugging the large fish past Neteyam, he could feel those eyes on him and it took everything for him to not turn back around. 

- - - - - 

Aonung knew he had to apologize to Neteyam for hurting his feelings but he had a hard time finding the strength to admit he was messed up. How would he start it? Would he tell Neteyam that he had chosen to ignore him to see how long it would take him to come back to him? 

Aonung constantly found himself staring at Neteyam, now it was his turn to seek out the Forest Na’vi. He was constantly looking to see where he was, if he was happy, or if he was carrying the weight of the world on those small shoulders. 

Aonung swore he was going to fix it, he just needed a good time to talk to Neteyam. But Neteyam had other plans. 

It happened so fast, first he had been talking to a few friends and next thing he knew he was snatched up by a strong grip. “Let’s go now!” Neteyam shouted at him, Aonung didn’t fight it, he allowed himself to be pulled away from the group to a familiar rock at the end of the beach. 

“What is your problem, Aonung?” Neteyam yelled at him, he could tell his Forest Boy was highly upset. 

“He’s cute when he’s angry too..” Aonung thought to himself with a smug look, his eyes trailing down to admire the other up close, he easily was distracted. He forgot he needed to respond for a moment. 

“I have no problem, have I done something wrong, Forest Boy?” Aonung couldn’t take his eyes off of Neteyam, he missed how flustered and embarrassed Neteyam had gotten any time they got this close. 

“Why have you been avoiding me!” Neteyam was demanding answers from him, his eyes glaring at him. Aonung knew he had it bad, because he even found Neteyam cute when he looked like he wanted to drag him by his braid. 

Aonung wanted more of that reaction. 

“I haven’t been avoiding you, mighty warrior, I was simply giving you your space.” Aonung made sure to keep his tone level-headed and simple as if Neteyam should have just figured it out. 

“Bullshit! You have been avoiding me!” Neteyam cursed at him, he didn’t know what the word meant but Neteyam looked pissed. 

“Just say you missed me, I know that’s what happened. Rotxo wasn’t good enough for you. You missed someone praising you for every little thing, right?” Aonung finally spoke, his hand sliding around the other’s thin waist and pulling him closer. He was sure Neteyam hadn’t even realized how close they were. 

“Not someone! Not Roxto! You!” Neteyam was definitely frustrated with him, just shouting his confession. Aonung hadn't prepared for that confession just yet. Aonung couldn’t help but to blush a bit as he looked down at the smaller Na’vi. Neteyam was fuming, and he had every right too. Aonung had intentionally riled him up. 

“You suck! I hate that you spent weeks talking to me, praising me, making me feel like I am worth something to you and then you cast me aside for no reason! What did I even do to you?” Neteyam looked hurt, Aonung could see it all on his face no matter how hard he tried to cover it. Aonung would always be able to read him like an open book. 

 Aonung couldn’t stand it anymore, he felt awful. It started off as a joke, or a test really, to see how long it would take Neteyam to come back to him. But he didn’t think he would have hurt Neteyam this badly, that was his fault, he was inexperienced with these kinds of emotions. 

“And-” Neteyam was going to start shouting more at him, Aonung didn’t even give him the chance. He smashed their lips together, it wasn’t good- really. He had basically missed because Neteyam was shouting at him. He swore he hit Neteyam’s teeth. It was sloppy, and the two quickly separated staring in disbelief. 

“I.. I am sorry Neteyam, I thought if I pulled away you’d come immediately. Then at the hunt, I was jealous- you looked so happy when Roxto said you had done a good job. I was worried that I was pursuing you in vain. I thought you just wanted attention and nothing else- but I wanted all of you.” Aonung expressed, he wasn’t good at expressing himself. He felt like he fumbled his words and made Neteyam seem like a trophy he could just keep to himself. 

Aonung watched the anger disappear from Neteyam’s face the more he spoke, Aonung rambled a bit about nothing really. The second he had shut up though, he was pulled down by his neck for another kiss. 

This kiss was much better, Aonung was surprised, eyes wide open as if he didn’t believe it was real. The second it registered that it was real, his large arms instantly wrapped around that slim waist pulling them against one-another as Neteyam locked in him in the kiss. 

Aonung could have held the kiss for longer, but Neteyam had baby lungs and they needed to split up. Neteyam was panting, trying to catch his breath while Aonung was just flushed and even a bit shy for a second. 

There was a comfortable silence before Aonung broke it, “You’re a good kisser.” Aonung complimented and Neteyam looked amused, “Better than you for sure.”

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