#AND REN STOP APOLOGISING FOR IT

[thecoolerliauditore]

screaming cus I love rendog i love rendog i love rendog i love rendog. ouppy. deserves all the love in the world.

[14dayswithyou]

Tell Ren to turn his location on.

So we know Ren patience is another level but I know it's possible that he could also snap and end up kidnapping angel so my question is, what would we have to actually do to get to that point? because on one hand he doesn't even mind if you get into a relationship and kind of uses it, to his advantage let alone who knows how long it could take if Angel always rejects his other personas but like what do we have to do to actually make him stop snap and just say enough is enough and start putting on that deranged yandere side of him

⌞♥⌝ I'm on mobile right now so I apologise for any weird formatting!!

The only way Ren would kidnap Angel is if it's a last resort/last ditch effort to keep them from doing something they might regret.

If Angel wants to see the more deranged sides of him, they just need to show enough interest in it. Ren will change himself to suit their needs and keep Angel happy.

The only reason why Ren is fine with Angel having relationships is because he can easily sabotage them before swooping in and filling their role. The only difference is that he'd do everything in his power to be a better version of that person.

Ren won't ever snap at Angel because he has the patience of a saint — and also because he doesn't want to do anything that would hurt them (and in turn, show any form of distaste in Ren. He'd never want Angel to fear him).

He's also happy to continuously create different personas if it means finding the right one to keep Angel happy. Ren wouldn't ever feel annoyed by doing so.

[profmagix]

the long joel analysis

i am insane about this, because when it comes down to joel and his trajectory of his win, the moment all the chaos seemed out of control and he was feeling like he was going to lose, he quickly retreated somewhere else to calm down. He kept pausing for breathers. He starts seeing himself in the final 8, his red life madness might come in but he immediately stops and breathes.

"I need to take a breather for a sec- I need to take a breather. This is chaos, I'm getting dizzy!" he realises that this is the environment that everything has spawned and created itself and he has to calm down to overcome it. He immediately moments later congratulates the Tuff Guys for making it into the final 8! He keeps thinking of his alliances.

When he kills Tango, he screams how he didn't think one arrow would kill him! We see regret in what he had done, maybe a bit of shock, he goes "Oops!" Grian announces this is it, possibly the End Game.

He quickly announces to Cleo that she's going to die, he's sorry about it and it's done. Goodbye, goodnight and that's when we could possibly see the typical Joel bloodlust.

Still, when Ren is hitting him in the cobwebs, he collects himself and he just teleports out of the way, he apologises, before slightly taunting Ren, ending his life and immediately turns to Grian and announces how he's killed people, that he has blood on his hands now and yet he isn't acting brash like before. He isn't deterred and that's when he sees him on the Tree and as Grian is about to die he yells: "I'm sorry Grian!"

Because Joel this season was the wildest card of all in terms of a Character standpoint, everyone expected him to maybe go bonkers as usual and yet thanks to his alliances he kept himself in check. He had a clear view: maybe changing my ways will make the outcome different. He started forgiving, started letting go and started making friends and holding people close to himself without being reckless. He had people who cared about him and he didn't want to die a stupid death as said to Gem. And this caution that no one expected changed the outcome so much that he won. And I don't think we realise how that is going to affect other seasons, he saw that through the literal power of Friendship he won, in a season full of Chaos he won by combatting this with Level-headedness that other Joels wouldn't have had. And it's important that we acknowledge that.... I think..... Or maybe I'm just crazy who knows.......

[angelsrcute]

⌗ GOOD LOOKING. 𐙚˙⋆.˚

(´∀｀*)ε｀　) ౨ৎ N–sfw content !! ; Dom!Tartaglia + Sub!F!Reader ➜ cws: modern au,fluff, hurt to comfort, protected sex + use of lube, praising, body worship, drunk sex, teeth-rotting fluff, Dad!Tartaglia is the dad of the year.

꒰ † ੭ — Part 2 of 7 weeks and 3 days, this is also a lyric fic! mixed up the ideas I had, some crdts to @xschizoe and anon. Hope this feeds you all!! (unfortunately scara didn't get hit by a car)

The skyline falls as I try to make sense of it all.

How did you both get together? Long story, not that you'd complain. He's an absolute sweetheart, Tartaglia, Scaramouche's best friend. Frequent dates, showering you with gifts, spoiling the shit out of your kid. No wonder your kid doesn't listen to you anymore, just listens to your new boyfriend. You swore that you'd never let the walls in your heart down, but it did, for him.

I thought I'd uncovered your secrets but, turns out, there's more, You adored me before. Oh, my good looking boy.

Tartaglia would always give you looks when you were with scaramouche, that screamed out ‘he's not good for you, leave him.’ You never really paid any attention to them even if it was true, scaramouche was hurting you. So one night while you were working your part time job at a club, due to desperate measures– you saw him.

You both talked for hours, catching up on eachother, you broke down while talking about scaramouche but he comforted you, apparently tartaglia got a very good job. To celebrate, he ordered some expensive wine even though you refused, he assured you that he wouldn't mind.

Play casino holes of my eyeballs, Roll the dice on my thighs.

The night was a blur, all you remember drinking too much and crying, your head hurting like hell, Childe saying something. Now, you're here, in his bed. In his fucking bed. No clothes on. Tartaglia cuddling you to sleep while burying his head in your hair. Well, after you both were sober enough, he apologised, he didn't mean to sleep with you without proper consent but he just did due to the moment.

Back to the present, Childe coming into your life was the best thing that's happened in your life. You don't really mind that your child looks a bit like his father, Scaramouche nor does Childe. He'd sometimes bring his siblings to play with your child, they enjoyed every moment of it.

You stopped for breath and I sped up, Just to impress you.

You couldn't help but laugh as your husband played with your child, he currently had makeup on his face, his short hair tied into a ponytail, stylist in the making, you think.

“You look fabulous, sweetheart, you should go walk on the runway!”

“Gosh, Y/N, don't tease me like that–” Laughing together as your kid laughed too, in his arms.

Some whining before he finally put the little demon to sleep. Coming out of the room as he hugs you, prepping light kisses to your face. Leading you to your shared bedroom, “The kid is asleep, we finally have some alone time.” He whispers as he leaves trails of kisses down your chest, worshipping you like his goddess.

“Until the little demon gets hungry and calls the peasants for food!” You reply back, giggling.

“Oh cmon, Y/N, I might die of laughing too much, you'd be at fault. Also did I say Scaramouche was at the bar we hooked up in? You should've seen the look on his face!”

“What..?”

“Anyway, in the mood for a quick sex, darlin’? Wouldn't mind another little demon running around in the house.” He says while he places another kiss to your stomach with that stupid smile he charmed you with.

Oh, my good looking boy.

Taglist : @xschizoe, @iruma-chan,

@whoooismkeee, @t0matensalatxoooooo,

@tartagliaboo, @magica-ren

[summer-nights19]

Please finish the Tokyo debunker guys as icks, headcannons pls! I love (and agree, lets be fr) with them! Thanks!!

Awww thank you !! I'm glad that you see the vision lmao. I'll do one for all the guys I've encountered so far <3

Read part 1 here

Tokyo debunker guys as icks part 2

Haru

This is pretty much canon, but he doesn't have a great concept of boundaries. His intentions are good as he only means to keep you safe, but he'll do things like secretly install a tracker on your phone. If you discover it and get mad, he doesn't really get why, and he sure as hell doesn't take the tracker off

Towa

You often have to stop him from eating random shit he finds on the ground or frightening the animals in the Jabberwok safari park. Although he means no harm, it gets a bit tiring

Ren

He has pretty bad communication skills, so you'll have to pester him if you want to have a serious conversation or if something's wrong, and he's awful at apologising for the role he plays in arguments. Acts like he's way too cool to be seriously into you at first, especially in public.

Romeo

Has terrible communication skills when it comes to serious issues and is also kind of a dick to top it off. He tries not to be mean, but sometimes he ends up hurting your feelings, especially during arguments. He won't apologise when this happens, but he'll shower you in expensive gifts. However, if you're ever in the wrong, he gets pissed if you don't apologise immediately

Haku

I can't think of one for the life of me smh

Taiga

Sometimes gets a bit too rough (verbally and physically) with you, and hurts your feelings by mistake or doesn't realise that having a gun to your temple can be pretty fucking terrifying. Although he's too proud to apologise properly, he tries to avoid upsetting you again in the future

The man also eats raw animals which is RANCID - if he went in for a kiss after that, his breath would smell atrocious

Masterlist

[hiskillingjar]

say you're mine, only mine

Relationship: Ren Hana/OC, Fox/OC Rating: Explicit Contains: Possessive Behaviour, Praise, Groping, Beginnings of Oral Sex Length: 1300+ words

a very kind request from @decafdoodlez for her oc, Rina, thank you so much!

my fic commissions are open, so if you want a fic of your own, enquire within!

"I don't really understand what I've done wrong,"

Marina sat with nervous caution as Fox stood before her, his arms folded and his tail wagging curtly behind him. The gesture was almost as curt as his dour expression, pulling his features down, his sharp eyes boring a hole straight through her.

"Really?" Fox replied with an eye-roll. "You're really going to sit there and play stupid with me, Rina?"

"I'm not playing stupid," She replied, her voice calm despite her nerves, knowing not to move in her seat or try to follow his body as he began to idly pace around the couch. She was a good pet, a well-trained pet, even if he was questioning it now. "I just don't know. If you tell me, I'll know."

"...So, you're really not going to admit to it and earn yourself a lighter sentence, hm?" Fox asked, his voice light but his eyes dark and full of menace as he stared her down. "Or are you so clueless that you didn't realise how much trouble you caused me?"

"Trouble?" She blinked doe-wide, innocent, lavender eyes towards him when he stopped in front of her again, his posture towering above hers, though she never appeared afraid of him. "What trouble, sir?"

His hard expression faltered at her unwavering subservience towards him, which made his instant grimace all the more harsh and hard to make up for it. He might have had a soft spot for pets who knew their place underneath him, but he wouldn't be compelled into pity and sympathy, just because she was behaving so sweetly now.

"You well know," He shouted in a near bark, loud enough to make the young girl flinch in her seat. "That when you are assisting me in the auctions, you are not to say a word to anyone without my express permission. You broke that rule, you get punished. Simple as that."

Marina was quiet for a moment, trying to recall the last auction she had assisted Fox with, before a look of understanding crossed her pale face. 

"I see," She said softly, her eyes flitting down to her lap before going back to his, now acknowledging what she had done wrong. "I understand. My apologies. I won't do it again, sir."

His grimace faltered again, and he felt an annoyed and red-hot flush come to his face as his tail began to wag involuntarily and his ears tilted forward with quiet pleasure.

God, why was she behaving now? 

Why was she doing this to him?

"Ngh-" He frowned a little more, reaching up to cover his flushed cheeks and trembling jaw with his hand. "You can't just...expect me not to discipline you now because you apologised..."

Marina blinked again, feigning innocence no doubt.

"I don't expect that, sir," She replied with a demure shake of her head, her blonde hair falling from behind her ears and framing her face sweetly, innocently, a delicate picture of a woman, a girl, that he needed to protect, cherish- "I understand if you have to punish me. I will try not to disappoint you again."

"Damn it, you can't just act like this and expect me not to...to-" 

What was that feeling? It wasn't entirely foreign to him, he'd felt it before, but never this quickly or...intensely. 

It was like his mind was telling him to be angry, but the heat in his body and the wagging of his tail (and the aching, twisting, pulsating feeling in his heart) was telling him otherwise.

"Just...be careful," Fox finally said through grit teeth, his voice a little softer than before as he straightened up fully, crossing his arms again. "You cannot disappoint me again, Rina. Do you understand?"

"I understand." Marina nodded. "Did something happen at the auction, sir?" She asked quietly. 

Fox frowned again, his tail slowing its wagging and his ears falling back slightly, like she had reminded him of an especially unpleasant memory.

"...Nothing happened," He replied lowly, before letting out an irritated huff, his claws digging into the sleeves of his jacket. "You need to understand that I cannot have anyone else looking at you, lest they...well, start to think about things I don't care for. Start to think they can get close or...handsy."

"Of course, sir." She agreed with another nod. "I didn't consider that. I'm sorry, I should have been more careful."

"Yes, you...you should have been." He muttered, his voice barely a whisper as he rubbed his jaw and flushed cheeks again, and sighed loudly, pacing towards her. "God, how am I supposed to get you to learn a lesson now if you're so well-behaved~?" 

A whisper of a smile graced Marina's pretty face, her eyes flitting to the side as he got closer.

...That smile.

Her quiet but sweet and submissive attitude, the small hint of demure pleasure in her eyes, her gentle but provocative mannerisms...it was enough to drive him crazy.

Enough to get his cock stirring in his trousers, too, despite his anger previously.

"My darling, you're going to be the death of me," He groaned softly, now kneeling on the couch beside her and pressing his face into the crown of her head. Her  hair was soft against his skin, and he found himself taking fistfuls of it to drag her closer to him, her plush body against his. "How can I possibly keep you in line when you're this sweet?"

"M-Mr. Fox..." She mumbled with a delicate flush to her cheeks, never giving away too much of herself at once. "Mm, please-"

It was addictive.

"Damn it, darling..." He groaned through his clenched teeth, his voice a quiet growl as he lowered his face down to hers, golden eyes half-lidded with desire, a desire he readily expressed to her. "You know I can't stay mad at you for long."

When he brought his lips forward, she didn't pull back or wriggle in his grip, but simply allowed him to kiss and suck and nip at her chin, her lips, her gasping mouth as he pleased, readily accepting his probing tongue as he kissed her deeper, his fists tightening in her hair, pulling, moving, guiding her.

And the way she was still being good for him was just so...damned adorable. 

"You're such a good girl for me..." He praised, pulling back from the kiss and trailing his tongue over her kiss-bitten lips, across her cheek. "So good and sweet for your owner..."

"Of course, dearest..." She said quietly, another slight smile on her face as one of his hands trailed down from her hair and to her trembling chest.

Though that attention really couldn't be helped...what did she expect, when her assets were just so perfect?

"Mm..." She moaned softly, prettily, (like it was something she had practiced and perfected just for him), biting her lip as he peeled up the bottom of her very sensible and very modest sweater. and started to grope and squeeze her breast with a little more force and intention. 

"You know, darling, if you want to make up for your mistake now..." He smirked lightly, his voice still barely above a whisper as he trailed a claw over her swollen nipple, listening to her moans and whimpers. "I can think of a number of ways to do that right now..."

Marina couldn't hold back a little sigh and a falter in her own expression, as she slid off the couch and settled down on her knees in front of him, giving him enough room to sit on the couch, legs spread and wide open, and peel down his trousers.

"Yes sir," She said obediently, her hands scraping back her hair (lest it get in the way of the task at hand) as he eased his cock from his briefs, working his fist up and down to work himself to full hardness. "Of course, sir..."

"Good girl~"

[sporelings-au]

So where did the sporelings come from? Did they follow motherspore over to the mainland? Or were they woodland fairies that he ended up adopting?

@floral-moon-light

Before turning into sporelings some of the sporelings were woodland fairies while some were a different species

etho, stress, xb were orphaned woodland fairies

impulse's an imp who left his family bc he wasn't very impish like

jevin's a slime hybrid that got lost

ren's a werewolf pup that got abandoned due to being considered a runt

so im thinking that impulse, etho and xb found each other and decided to stick together. They would often steal food and one day, they decided to steal some blankets from the barge but they were immediately caught by mother.

like i said, mother has a huge soft spot for children so she gives them the blanket and let them go. After that, they would often run to the barge when they want to seek shelter.

mother would then saw them stealing food when she walks around the shopping district so she then decided to steal food for them instead so they wouldn't have to. (this is when mother learns about what is and isn't edible for children to eat lol)

slowly, impulse, etho and xb got more comfortable with mother and saw the barge as their home. When this happens, mother would then feed them food infected with mycelium spores to turn them into sporelings and would then take them to her island, fully adopting them as her own.

---

for ren, im thinking he's actually like half dead next to a river when mother found him as she was making her way to the barge.

mother, seeing this werewolf pup, slowly bleeding to death was immediately hit with feelings of empathy and panic.

So, she quickly try to "heal" ren by covering his wounds his fungus to stop his bleeding.

He then took ren back to his island to continue "healing" him and in turn also turning him into a sporeling

---

jevin was actually found by xb. Xb was playing in the swamp near the barge when he accidently stepped on jevin.

He quickly apologised to jevin and the two became quick friends

jevin then told Xb he got lost so Xb took him back to mother to ask for help

mother didnt really tried looking for jevin's parents and instead just kind of manipulate jevin into thinking that he'll never see his real parents again

So after a breakdown(srry jevin 😭), jevin decided to stay with mother and mother gave him infected food and turned him into a sporeling.

---

stress just kinda showed up one day on the island and completely baffled mother spore bc he didnt even sense her stepping on the island.

mother just saw her playing with the other sporelings on the island one day and was like

"wait- since when did i have a sixth?"

Mother asked where stress came from and she had the audacity to say she also don't know

But stress also say she doesn't want to leave so mother invited her to stay for lunch

the food is also obviously infected so stress would then turn into a sporeling

----

Only doc knows where all the kiddos come from

scar has a feeling that some of kids were kidnapped but he doesnt exactly know where they came from and the sporelings aren't keen on telling him (same with mumbo)

[regularconvexheadcanons]

Headcanon 23

A tradition of Hermit parties is that, ever since Doc couldn't get himself an outfit, asked Ren to get something for him, and ended up going to the party in a full maid outfit, you can 'princess'.

This means that, if a hermit decides, another hermit of their choice gets full responsibility for outfit/hair/makeup for a party. But, the princessing hermit doesn't get to know what they'll be wearing until they're dressed up in it. So normally that meant they ended up with a joke outfit.

This evolved quickly into that the Hermit princess HAS to wear a dress/skirt, and some kind of makeup, Scott gets control over makeup/some element of the outfit to make sure they slay, and the other hermits get to see the outfit at a certain point beforehand, but have to keep it a secret (and normally mislead the Hermit princess). Some Hermits do it due to a lack of time, some do it for fun, some do it for both, and some as a dare/punishment.

At a recent party, Cub realised he was never going to have time to complete all his projects he wanted to and make a good enough outfit, so he decided, very unwillingly, to princess, with Scar deciding what he wore.

Cub got very stressed about princessing, because he didn't know what kind of thing Scar would do, and last party Impulse had dressed Skizz up as a guess-the-build giraffe. It didn't help that the hermits were being very, very crypic about it.

Scar knew how stressed Cub was about princessing and coming in a dress at all, and wanted to make something as beautiful as he could for Cub – no jokes, no silly elements. He also made absolutely sure that nothing would make Cub uncomfortable - to the extent of teaching himself how to make gloves to cover the scars on Cub's arms.

And alongside everything he was making for Cub, to make his friend less self-conscious, Scar made himself a simple matching toga-dress from leftover fabric.

However, Cub was unaware of how much effort Scar was putting in and unable to accept what hermits trying to calm his nerves were saying about how stunning he'd look. To the extent that, on the day of the party, after a particularly bad dream, Cub started trying to find another outfit and get out of princessing. He ended up in Skizz's base at the time Scar had told him to meet, searching for something that looked good and would fit him. And Scar started messaging a lot asking where he was, if everything was ok, until Cub stopped and realised it was Scar making his stuff. Did he really not trust that Scar would understand his worries and make him something he'd like?

So, half an hour late, Cub shot away, in a mess, apologised a million times to Scar, who forgave him instantly. There was a lot of washing hair and setting comfort ground-rules with Scott (yes, Scar is doing all my face makeup. And yes, I'm going to wear my glasses no matter what you say about contacts looking better). Even with his epiphany earlier on, Cub was still nervous, especially when he had to be given blindness as Scar got him into his dress. But soon everything was on, the hair and makeup done, the accessories added. Scar disappeared to get into his own dress, returning for the reveal in a big room of mirrors. Scott was waiting outside, and the dress was revealed. Then Cub noticed Scar behind in his own dress, realised so many of the little details Scar had added, and how stunning his friend looked.

And maaaaybe kissed Scar and professed his love before the two walked out to the party and had the most magical night ever.

Also this headcanon will become a oneshot on my main's Wattpad and Ao3 accounts.

@emberdragon34 check me out.

Latest art on there is of this headcanon.

Pfft 'headcanon' aka story summary because I have wholesome Convex on the mind.

[hmshermitcraft]

The last memory the Hermits have got of Grian was him walking out of one their party after a yelling match with them, before they thought he was upset at them for something they didn't do, but after a couple of weeks of no contact and rethinking they started realising they were ignoring Grians needs for everyone else's needs. Remembering all the time, Grian tried to reach out to them but brushed him off for the others. They tried reaching out to Grian only to realise he blocked them all. They knew he had siblings but never got their phone numbers, so all their forms of communication have been severed.

Doc and Ren went grocery shopping one day to find Martyn there with Pearl and Jimmy, deciding to give it a try they walked over to talk with them, Pearl shot them death glares, while Jimmy and Martyn talked with the two about Grian and how he's been, and how he's been listening to sad breakup songs (I've been into the song You're Losing Me by taylor) as they were talking Grian comes around wearing one of the Hermits jacket and this sad look in his eyes.

Seeing Grian like this broke the two hearts, Ren rushes over to hug him and apologise for ignoring his needs while also asking him to come back.

Communication in such a big group isn't always easy. Grian made attempts to reach out, but he was never clear about them. The hermits couldn't tell anything was wrong - they responded to his cues but didn't realise he needed more. But they still should have been making time for him. Grian was always there when somebody needed a pick-me-up or help. Just because he doesn't ask for it obviously himself, doesn't mean he won't appreciate the help. It doesn't mean he doesn't need it, even.

And Grian knows his own behaviour wasn't perfect. To cut them all out like that was just making the communication issues he was having worse. But he was hurting, and he didn't want to deal with the source of that right now. He just wanted to stew on everything. Like a detox, giving himself time to process and sort through all of this emotions. He can't heal if he keeps re-opening the wound.

It's this that makes their reunion all the sweeter. Both Grian and the hermits have ideas for how they can stop this happening again. Grian deserves better treatment than that, and they hope it will be the same for any hermit in that position.

[riacte]

false-ren dynamic in today's stream, short summary:

we start off with false lightly roasting ren about not getting a kill and ren doing his speech (for what must be the 7th time) about how he won't kill false because she's his homie. talked about protecting her and said "my false" and how he's retiring from reaping.

AND then bdubs and xb respectively came along to lure/bribe ren, to which false started yelling in all caps (she has the caps privilege in ren's chat) about him being a traitor. she offered to outbid bdubs and xb (by offering 90% of the prize). but ren wasn't looking at chat. and ren's chat was like NOOOOO REN don't betray false 🥺🥺🥺

so ren is utterly useless and pathetic as a reaper and she doesn't care too badly until he talks with someone else and suddenly she jumps in, guns blazing, yelling about how he ditched her or something lmfao. she calls him a meanie.

at one point i sent a chat about how ren is going to accidentally kill her while he's trying to save her and she replied with "this, without him trying to save me" 💀 incompetent doggy

then we have the iskall-bdubs-ren whatever the fuck it was. ren created an interesting metaphor for iskall's new nether portal- he described it as going on a date with someone and decided to call off the date because of a "swollen" and "pulsating" zit on her forehead. (phrases that also appear: "booty that won't quit" "junk in the trunk" and something about bdubs making him "a little excited). then he talked about how he ordered sweatpants but it didn't fit and he had to pull them up to his nipples (?). and a bunch of other weird shit.

anyways false was still in chat sending out facepalm emojis and telling chat to close their ears and run away and leave. it got bad enough that she was like "i'm logging on just to throw myself off a cliff" "this shouldn't be live. like what" "it's like watching a car crash" "OH GOD" "i'm building a zit so they won't come near me" "going to overthrow him". meanwhile chat was pleading begging sobbing for false to log on and do something, anything. kill him. shut him up. and false was like i don't wanna go near them you should be the ones helping me chat 🥺.

but in the end, our brave warrior false logged on, sent a single message about thinking of the kids, then logged off. they all ignored her. and she was like "chat i tried".

that was how chat and false sat through like an hour of the most insane twaddle. and he was like "this is why i'm still single" 💀 a chatter was like "there are still ladies in the line" and false was like "after that? D:" and then chat was like "the line has been emptied"

several hermits raided ren after that, including iskall, cleo and joe that i remember of, and ren apologised to false for all the lad talk and.... 🤡. yeah. but quite a lot of hermits did have ren's stream running (iskall, joe, cleo, stress, doc, and ofc false)

anyways it's funny how false has become the spokesperson for ren's chat and we were ALL begging her to stop him. and ren really was like "i'll never hurt false" and then proceeded to get instantly swayed. "tempted by the devil". ren, please. think of your poor chat.

[wehaveimagineshere]

Request for Admin Ren! Could I request a scenario for Gale to react to his gender neutral crush accidentally saw him half naked because he was changing out of his dirty clothes? Their immediate reaction is to cover their eyes to look at the floor, apologise profusely, and leave! They're still embarrassed even when he finishes changing clothes but promised him that they would be more careful & tell them if there's anything he would like them to do to make it up to him! Please make it implied/suggested!

So I had to watch some romanced Gale scenes and I can't tell you how much I giggled and rewatched his little bop at the very end when you ask "Are you asking me to marry you?" His little wiggle is so funny. I sent it to Frost with tears in my eyes.

Okay so while I was editing, I realized I went off script just a liiiiiiittle bit. And typically I'd go and fix it but it was something that I kept referring to the rest of the prompt so I just kept it, cause otherwise I would've had to completely rewrite a good portion and I'd already been working on this for a while. Hopefully that's okay!

~*~*~

A blessed stream.

A strip of running water you could dunk your aching feet into but, more importantly, a strip of running water you could finally clean your dirty clothes in.

"I can get it started," you'd offered, shouldering off your pack in the middle of the camp. "Pile up your clothes and I'll take them to the stream."

"No, you shouldn't do it alone," comes Karlach, stabbing a pole into the ground to start pitching her tent.

"Then set up their tent," responds Shadowheart, already ruffling through her belongings and making a pile of dirty laundry. "The sooner we all set up, the sooner we can help them."

Dumping out your pack to make room, you start making the rounds. Shadowheart gives you explicit instruction to not mix her clothing with the others, a small pack pushed into your hands. Wyll also has his own separate pack, but with the promise that he'll do his own clothing. Astarion gives a playful little thank you and something about his underwear you tune out.

As you head for Gale, you're situating the different packs in your arms and on your shoulders, not paying attention to what's in front of you as you pause by his belongings. "My pack has room if you need." Wiggling that off your arm, you sling Wyll's pack onto your back. With your arms a bit more free, you finally glance up.

And your eyes snag on what you see.

Bare skin, muscles shifting as Gale tosses his shirt into a pile of clothes. Your eyes linger on his shoulders before dipping down to his waist, and when he notices your stunned presence and turns to face you, your gaze catches on his stomach.

"Give me just a moment, please," you hear him speak. "I'm almost done sorting."

Your lips press together as you watch his muscles dip, the way they ripple when he moves, the way they stretch when he reaches for something.

Oh gods. Stop staring stop staring stop staring--

"Okay. All ready." Tying a pack, he holds it out to you. "I'll make sure to settle quickly so I can help." When you don't move, you can practically hear the smirk when he says, "I believe my face is up here."

Face threatening to melt off your skull, you spin on your heel, palm pressing against your eyes as you turn your back to him. "I'm so sorry, I--"

"Not that I don't like being ogled at."

"That's so rude, I didn't--"

"I assumed my physicality wasn't as it was, what with sequestering myself in a room for a year. I suppose I had nothing to worry about."

If someone were to touch your face, they'd be singed. "I'm so sorry!"

He chuckles. "It's alright."

"It's not! I was staring and that's rude and there's a whole consent thing and--" oh gods you're rambling "--I shouldn't--I'm leaving."

Quick as a rabbit you dart off into the trees, head ducked to hide your molten face, hoping no one else in camp watched your absolute trash fire of a bluster. Reaching the isolated stream, you set all the packs onto the floor, crouch down, hide your face against your knees, and breathe.

In. Out. In. Out. It's not the first time you've seen a shirtless Gale, but that had been with his consent, a moment shared between the two of you. Not in the middle of camp. Sure, it wasn't your fault he'd foregone a shirt, but you didn't have to stare.

Gods. Why couldn't you just be normal? You're an adult, for crying out loud, not some bumbling teenager. The butterflies in your stomach around the wizard was one thing, but you just always became so self conscious--

Scrubbing your face, you inhale deeply and rise back to your full height. Stepping out of your shoes and rolling up your pants, you grab the first pack and get to work, hoping you can work off the embarrassment.

It works. You start feeling your heart calm and thoughts settle, finding a rhythm and ignoring your cold hands and feet.

"How can I help?"

Heart stuttering, your bottom lip gets trapped between your teeth as you turn. "Hi."

Gale smiles. "Hi." He's fully clothed this time, though he does kick off his shoes to join you in the stream after setting down more packs. A finger is held up as you open your mouth. "No apologies. You did nothing wrong."

You frown. "Ogling is wrong, Gale. At least in public." A tilt of the head. "Ish. Public-ish. That doesn't matter." You huff, feeling the creeping embarrassment return. "I feel bad. I feel like I did something I shouldn't have and the only way for me to feel better is to try to make it up to you somehow." Rubbing your forehead, you give a helpless shrug. "What can I do? Aside from, you know, making sure I don't do it again?"

Brown eyes study your face, a smile growing only to turn into a smirk as he steps closer, hands coming to rest on your hips. "I have many different ideas." He leans in, breath tickling your lips, voice dropping. "So many different ideas."

A different kind of heat floods your body as you swallow. Settling your own hands on his chest, you mutter, "Any I should know about?"

His lips catch your own, hungry but controlled. "Shall I show you?"

[seivsite]

its me again!!

uhm anyways… how about blade’s s/o falling sick and fainted in the middle of their mission as hunters or wtv and he takes care of them 🥺🥺🥺

BLADIE SAVES THE DAY .ᐟ

includes: blade x fem!reader. established relationship, swearing, mentions of blood and injuries, reader almost died lol, kafka & silverwolf cameo, soft bladie — wc: 900

Shit.

The woman cursed as she stupidly got herself injured while on a mission assigned to her by Elio. She clearly remembered that he never mentioned she would get injured in his script. However, fate had other plans, and she found herself being stabbed in the stomach. How fun!

“Fuck!” she grunted, forcing herself to stop running, as she realised she was now farther away from her enemies. Leaning against a wall, she tried to apply pressure to her wound to stem the gushing blood. She never imagined it would come to this; she shouldn’t have let her guard down.

The wound continued to throb, and (Name) couldn’t maintain her standing position any longer. She decided to sit down by a nearby wall. Lightheadedness enveloped her, and she closed her eyes as the pain became increasingly unbearable. Her ears began to ring, adding to the disorienting sensation. Suddenly, she heard muffled screams of her name. Opening her eyes, she saw a blurry vision of Blade, yelling at her to stay awake.

“Ren...” she managed to mutter before collapsing and falling unconscious in Blade’s arms.

“Shit, shit, shit! (Name), don’t you dare die on me right now,” he exclaimed, urging her to hold on. He quickly commanded the Silver Wolf to teleport him back to the spaceship.

When (Name) fell unconscious, Blade had never run so far in his life. Silver Wolf could only teleport him back to the spaceship if they were within a minimum of 10 kilometres, but unfortunately, they were around 15 kilometres away. Determined, Blade pushed himself to the limit, covering the remaining 5 kilometres in under 10 minutes.

Blade was teleported to the spaceship, wasting no time in rushing (Name) to the infirmary for urgent medical attention. Anxiously, he paced back and forth in front of the infirmary door as the doctor attended to her. Finally, the doctor emerged and informed Blade that he could now visit (Name). Without hesitation, he entered the room and sat beside her unconscious form, tightly holding her hand.

“God, I thought I had lost you for a second,” he muttered, his lips kissing her hand. Several hours had passed, and Blade remained by her side, though he had fallen asleep.

(Name) slowly opened her eyes, squinting against the blinding lights. She felt warmth on her hand and saw Blade sleeping on her lap. Instinctively, she reached out with her free hand and gently rubbed his head. Feeling her touch, Blade woke up and immediately embraced her tightly.

She winced slightly, and Blade apologized with a whisper. (Name) returned the gesture, rubbing his back. “I’m surprised I’m alive right now,” but Blade interrupted her, saying, “Don’t joke about you being dead, because I would do unspeakable things.”

(Name) could only laugh at his response, apologising for worrying him. She also teased him, mentioning how rarely she sees him being this caring towards anyone.

“Fuck off, that was a moment of weakness,” he retorted, arrogantly pulling himself away from her lying form.

“Nah, he’s smitten with you, sweetheart,” Kafka said, leaning on the doorstep. “Glad to see that you’re alright, kid.”

“You should be grateful Elio informed us in time. Blade rushed off as soon as he heard you were injured,” Silver Wolf chimed in, blowing out a bubblegum bubble.

“I did not!” Blade denied the accusation, although it was the truth.

“Aww, so you do care for me, Bladie,” she teased, giving him a playful smile. “No, I don’t,” he retorted, but his flushed face betrayed his true feelings.

“We’ll leave you two lovebirds be. Get better soon, (Name),” Kafka said before dragging Silver Wolf away.

“Ren,” she called out his name in his native language after they both left. Blade turned his head towards (Name) as she held her hand to his face.

He slowly moved his face towards her hand, and she gently cupped it, softly caressing his cheek. “Thank you for saving me.”

Blade sighed. “Yeah, whatever, hmph—?!” he yelped in surprise as she moved his face towards hers, giving him a passionate kiss. He responded to the kiss with equal passion, holding onto her hand and neck, fully immersed in the moment. The kiss continued for a while longer, but eventually, they reluctantly pulled apart, both in need of air.

“I’ve always wanted to do that, you know?” she chuckled, observing Blade’s now red face and ears. “Could’ve given me a warning,” he said, gazing into her eyes.

“Hmm, but where’s the fun in that?” she replied. “Also, can we move to my room? This bed is quite uncomfortable.”

Blade nodded and swiftly took (Name) to her bedroom. Gently laying her down on the mattress, she took his hand and pulled him to lie in bed with her. “Sleep with me?” she asked, her eyes filled with puppy-like innocence. He could only sigh, feeling weak under her adorable gaze. “Fine,” he replied, and she cheerfully exclaimed, “Yay!” before snuggling up to him and falling asleep almost immediately. Blade stroked her hair for a few minutes, feeling a sense of peace, before falling asleep as well.

“Aren’t they just the cutest?” Kafka remarked, leaning over their cuddled forms. “Darling, did you already take pictures?”

“Yeah, I’ve got them all right here,” Silver Wolf replied, pointing to her phone.

“What excellent blackmail material. I guess I’ll be enjoying free coffee for the next few months,” Kafka cunningly commented.

NOTES. this is 900 words exact. and i am proud of that HAHA i loved this request so much thank u xion for requesting it. ihad so much fun writing this!

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[14dayswithyou]

Not sure if this was asked before, but how would everyone (especially Ren/Redacted) react to Angel being yelled at/harrassed by a customer ? And how would they deal with them ??

Ren: Would stutter out a weak response and try to get the customer to leave — all while placing his body in between the two of you and creating distance. Will definitely let you vent your frustrations to him afterwards, and even offer to stick around to watch over you to make sure they don't come back.

[REDACTED]: Depending on the severity, he's either going to immediately bite back and forcefully drag them out of the library, or he's going to give them the "fuck around and find out" treatment right there in front of the reception counter. Either way, he somehow manages to get the entitled customer to apologise to you — alongside promising to never speak to you like that again.

Moth: There isn't much they can do through a screen, but Moth will try their best to console you after the whole ordeal is over. Lots and lots of encouragement and shit talking (about the rude customer) ensues.

Violet: Won't try to interfere in case she'll cause a scene and rouse the other onlookers, but will definitely give the customer a piece of her mind once they stop talking. The moment Agatha gets placed on the counter instead of resting against her hip, you knooow she means business.

Elanor: She'll meekly interject, ask if you want to go take a breather in the staff room, and handle the customer herself. They'll probably cause more damage than good, but at least the ordeal would be settled.

Conan: Full-on Manager Mode. Steps in, handles the situation effortlessly (a.k.a asks the customer to leave and blacklists them), and offers to take over your shift so you can go home early and calm down. He'll then give you tasks that don't require talking to customers for the next few shifts.

Jae: Similar to Elanor, he might add more fuel to the fire by stepping in — but he isn't afraid to speak his mind and call the rude customer out on their behaviour. You'd have to calm him down because his hands would definitely be shaking afterwards.

Leon: Somehow manages to charm the customer into shutting up and seeing reason — before pulling you away and sitting with you on the back entrance steps of the library to help you calm down. He'll reassure you that it wasn't your fault, and that the customer was probably just having a bad day and was taking it out on you.

Teo: Realistically, he'd ignore the entire ordeal since it's not his business (and he wouldn't really care tbh), but blog AU!Teo would step in once things gets heated and casually tell the customer to fuck off. He'd probably lie and say his father owns the library in order to make himself seem like an important person... before leaning in real close and cracking a joint in his neck (as a threat).

Olivia: Probably won't interfere because spineless, entitled customers are the worst kind of people for retail workers like her to deal with; but she'll 100% rub your back and let you vent your frustrations to her afterwards. Might try to cheer you up with some AoG stickers she swiped from her workplace.

Kiara: Has dealt with enough rude customers to know how to defuse the tension with ease. Similar to [REDACTED], Conan, and Leon; she'll make them see reason one way or another — and somehow end up getting the customer to apologise to you as well.

[wizardfrog69]

Hello! Can I request Moriarty The Patriot characters including Mycroft as fathers? Like would they be protective, caring, would they spoil them a lot yk just general things basically🤭

Omg that's such I cute idea, I'm always too lazy to include mycroft but I'll include him this time.

'•.¸♡mtp men as fathers♡¸.•'

Mtp x gn!reader (if I make reference to the reader but idk)

Fluff :)

Feat. William, Louis, Albert, Sherlock, John, Mycroft.

Enjoy!

William James Moriarty:

He will be such an excellent father, but won't pay as much attention to the child as he would like.

He is a maths professor so he'll teach his children about maths obviously, but he is occupied by his work at time and cannot spend as much time as he would like.

He will also teach them on like equality and decent human respect and how everyone should be treated equally because at the end of the day we are all homosapiens and shouldn't judge each other due to nasty stereo types and rumours.

Basically his child(ren) are well educated but still go to school cuz like they need to.

Also Louis teaches them basic kitchen skills.

Over all 9/10 father, the whole underground situation isn't the best regarding children yk

Louis James Moriarty:

He is protective as hell, like the house is baby proofed till the child is six or something.

But he will let the child explore its surroundings, especially in nature.

He's they type of guy to baby proof the plastic containers but let them walk to the very edge of a cliff yk.

He wouldn't actually let that happen but you get what I'm trying to say hopefully.

He child grows up around the smell of tea and obviously that's the only thing they drink.

Also he teaches them basic and simple culinary skills!

Louis also would educate his child(ren) about decent human respect and the child's uncle, William will teach them math in his spare time.

9/10 again the very deadly line of work thing isn't the best regarding children yk.

Albert James Moriarty:

He spoils them, need I say more?

Also he encourages them to play with other kids from lower classes.

He would be the most serious about tho and his drinking habits need to be reduced.

The child can't have such influences on its little mind.

Its uncles teach him a lot of things but Albert also contributes.

8/10 after, this time his legal and illegal line of work also his drinking habits, we don't want the child to grow up to be drinking alcohol 24/7.

Sherlock Holmes:

He is the fun dad, like all the kids love him.

But he can be low key scary when serious/angry but other than that he's chill yk.

John is child's favourite uncle, and it thinks Mycroft is low key scary.

Also Ms Hudson gives little Holmes candy cuz she can never resist the little kid.

It's the only reason why Sherlock isn't on the streets.

Also he spoils the kid.

7/10 father, he's like broke, smokes way too much, also his line of work isn't the safest (he got arrested and almost killed someone) but he will try and be careful.

John H. Watson:

He's an amazing father, he's really caring and soft.

He might spoil the child on a rare occasion but nothing too much.

Also if he thinks he'll endanger himself being sherlock's partner or like assistant idk but whatever he is to sherlock during working hours, he'll quit.

He doesn't trust sherlock with his child, like at all, he thinks sherlock will drop it or something.

10/10 father, he makes the child his first priority and shouldn't get shot death regarding his line of work.

Sebastian Moran:

I cannot see him as a father, like at all.

Mycroft Holmes:

He a stubborn father, but he has a soft spot for his child, it's honestly so sweet.

Like he would low key spoil the child but not too much and he'll be a very caring father.

Although when he gets mad or overly irritated the child is told to stop whatever they are doing in a harsher tone and either get told to go to their room or something similar depending on what they are doing.

But he apologise to the child and tells them what they did wrong.

His child will definitely grow up to have manners.

9/10 father, he gets irritated a bit too much.

༺♡༻ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 ⋆ 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 ༺♡༻

Sorry but bond isn't in here as well :(

I hope the request is to your liking tho!

Take care of yourself as much as you can and have a good day/night!

-love, tired Az :) <3

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anti any of my fixations

queerphobic / exclusionary towards any of my identities

-- (including polyamory , ace/aro , mspec identities , mspec lesbians & gays , lesboy && xenogenders)

radfems.

ableist

darkship / pedos / tcest

disrespectful to others' beliefs

zionist / neo nazi / racist

dsmp stans / apologists / "kinnies" (cc&c!) [genuine system kinnies are fine] / ect. *

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anti kink

-- (this isnt just u thinking some kinks are gross this is genuine lowkey kink-shaming with no respect or regard for the kink haver's feelings)

nsfw/porn blogs

-- (unless i follow you first ig)

-- (i'm kinda sticky on these grounds, but im ok with valveplug)

*(for clarification idc if you still watch old dsmp creators' content (other than dream ofc bash that pedo's skull in) idc, i still watch Ranboo & stuff so as long as you're not trying to apologise for their wrongdoings / saying they've done nothing wrong, you can interact. Additionally if you support Dream or Wilbur for their wrongdoings stay the fuck off my blog and do not fucking interact. We support Shelby/Shubble here whole heartedly)

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I occasionally use Cybertronian terms or slang in my everyday speech, whether its referencing a body part

- (helm=head, processor=brain, servo=hand, optics=eyes)

- or to replace swearing (frag=fuck, scrap=shit/crap)

- or just talking about Primus in the place of Jesus/God or whatever

I oftentimes struggle with tone in text so tonetags are immensely helpful :D

I meow a lot, I sometimes refer to "cat brain" when my brain stops working like a human's brain should and I forget things

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Don't DM/PM me out of the blue. (duhh)

Don't send hatemail or things you know/think might trigger me.

Don't do the above to any of my moots/friends/partners either, if you do this you will be blocked as soon as I find out what you've done.

Stay in your lane, don't interfere with conversations / rb threads that's just common sense.

If I didn't reference you directly then I am very most likely not talking about you.

I only roleplay with people I'm closest to. (usually my partners)

Be kind obviously

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[flamingspud]

"So, how's Etho doing lately?" Martyn asked as he wiped down the bar. Cleo shook their head. "Don't ask." "So, not good?" Martyn assumed, which earned him a look from Cleo. "Right, no questions."

Four times Tango felt different, and the one time he realised that maybe that was ok.

Fic under the cut

Aspec Day 7: Denial - Community - Everyday Task

1.

It was one in the morning, and the restaurant was practically empty, the only exceptions being the three staff members who were cleaning up.

"So, how's Etho doing lately?" Martyn asked as he wiped down the bar.

Cleo shook their head. "Don't ask."

"So, not good?" Martyn assumed, which earned him a look from Cleo. "Right, no questions."

Cleo put a chair back in its place. "I heard Ren's got a new gig."

Martyn made a face. 

"What? Not good?" Cleo asked, turning around to fully face the blond.

"Let's just say he's been promised a percentage of sales."

"Ah."

"How about you, Tango?" Martyn said, turning his attention to their third member, who had been silent up until this point. "How's it going with that one girl, uh, what's her name-" he snapped his fingers as he tried to remember her name.

"We broke up," Tango interjected, putting glasses away.

"Aw, I'm sorry," Cleo apologised, but Tango waved her off. 

"Really, it's fine. Just wasn't meant to be," Tango explained, rather matter-of-factly.

"How long ago was this?" Martyn questioned.

"Like, yesterday?" Tango answered.

"Yesterday?" Martyn exclaimed. "You don't seem fazed at all!"

"I mean it was mutual," Tango explained.

"Still, most people usually mourn the end of a relationship, mutual or not."

"You think so?" 

"I once keyed my ex's car," Cleo informed him as she walked over to the others.

Both Tango and Martyn went made faces at that.

"In my defense she deserved it," Cleo quickly added, which didn't make things much better.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side," Martyn mumbled.

"The point is I don't think it's that weird not to fall apart after a breakup," Tango said, grabbing his coat, getting ready to go.

Cleo and Martyn looked at each other.

Tango stopped by the door. "What?"

Martyn raised his hands in surrender, and Cleo shook their head. "Nothing," the latter said.

Tango furrowed his eyebrows, not believing them. "I'll see you guys tomorrow," was all he said, before leaving.

The others gave each other another look, but didn't say anything about it as they finished up their own work.

2.

It was a Thursday night, and Tango and Jimmy were getting ready to leave as Lizzie walked into the quiet restaurant to get the place ready for their weekly speed-dating circuit.

"Hey, we should have a go at it," Jimmy commented as they grabbed their things.

"Have a go at what?" Tango asked.

"At the speed-dating."

Tango's face scrunched up in disgust. "God no."

"Come ooon, it could be fun!" Jimmy insisted.

"What's fun about trying to flirt with a bunch of strangers?" Tango asked, unimpressed.

"Meeting new people? Besides, what's the worst that could happen?" 

"I meet a crazy person and they kill me," Tango deadpanned.

"Well that's... dark," Jimmy said, slightly concerned, "but what if you meet the love of your life?"

"I doubt that," Tango said, heading for the door.

"If you go now, it could be like two ships, passing in the night," Jimmy explained, slowly moving his hands past each other to illustrate his point.

Tango frowned. "Fine. Only because true love or whatever." 

Whats a few uncomfortable conversations if it potentially meant finding true love at the end? Tango figured.

"Yay!" Jimmy said, dragging Tango over towards Lizzie.

3.

"Hey Tango," Joel said cheerfully as he waited for Tango to finish putting in orders. It was around one o'clock, so the restaurant was packed.

"What's up!" Tango greeted, stepping to the side to let Joel at the machine.

"A little birdie told me you and Jimmy were speed-dating yesterday."

Tango rolled his eyes. "Ugh, don't remind me."

"Not a success?" Joel asked, finishing up his own orders.

Tango shuddered. "That's understatement of the year."

Joel laughed. "I'll take it you won't need a plus one to the wedding then-"

"What? Why would you assume that?" Tango snapped, suddenly hostile.

"Woah!-" Joel exclaimed, taking a step back, "I just thought- since your single?"

Tango went a little wide-eyed. "Oh yeah- of course, that's why you assumed- no other reason..."

Joel gave Tango a funny look that made him uneasy.

"Well, I better get back to my tables!" Tango said hurriedly, and before Joel could say anything he went back out to the tables.

Tango sighed. He didn't understand why he got so defensive over such a harmless question. Of course Joel would assume that, he was single after all. It wasn't like he thought he was weird or anything.

Of course not, because Tango wasn't weird.

4.

Tango was chilling behind the bar when Pearl suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders. "Tango!"

"ACK-" Tango exclaimed, jumping. "What???"

"Hot Customer Alert, at your ten o'clock," she hissed into his ear.

Tango turned to see Scar was bringing a customer to his seat. "Oh... wow."

“You don’t think he’s cute?” Pearl asked.

“What?” Tango took another look at the man. He had fairly symmetrical features, a strong jaw and he seemed fairly in shape. All in all, Tango could recognise he was good looking, however… “Sure I do! I just don’t think he’s my type,” Tango hastily explained.

“I suppose that makes sense,” Pearl amended.

“Hey, did you guys see the absolute hottie that just walked in-” Scar asked, rolling over to join them.

“Yes! Tango doesn’t seem so fussed though.”

“What?! How?!” Scar demanded.

“He’s just not my type,” Tango said, feeling uncomfortable with the scrutiny.

“Well, it’s your loss,” Pearl said, leaning her elbows on the counter, “by the way, I call dibs on taking his order~”

“What?! No way, he’s in my section!” Scar insisted.

“Only because you sat him there,” Pearl pointed out.

“You snooze you lose!~”

“Why, you!-”

While those two bickered, Tango walked out from behind the bar, and over to the table. “Hello! What can I get you today?”

Tango took the man’s order, and assured him it would be out soon, before turning back to the others. They did not look happy.

“Why would you do that???” Scar exclaimed.

“You didn’t even like him,” Pearl muttered.

“Well someone had to get his order, and you two were too busy arguing with each other,” Tango said, walking past them to get to the ordering machine, “what poor service you two.”

The others made faces at him, which Tango found very funny, as he put the order in.

“Mark my words, Tango Tek I will get revenge on you,” Pearl promised.

Tango grinned. “I’m sure you will.”

However, as Tango went to deal with his other tables, he couldn’t help but feel some sort of disconnect, as the other two went back to talking about this workplace-crush. 

He just wasn’t Tango’s type, next time he’d be able to join in.

+1.

It was a surprisingly slow night at the restaurant, with just Tango and Scott working the floor that night. It had been a while since those two were scheduled together, Tango realised as he was drying one of the glasses.

“I heard you and that one girl broke up,” Scott said absently.

“Is there any of you who knew what her name was?” Tango asked, earning a chuckle from Scott.

“I doubt it. So what have you been up to?”

Tango sighed. “Jimmy dragged me speed-dating the other night,” he admitted.

Scott winced. “Yikes, that sounds like a nightmare.”

“Tell me about it!”

The two then fell into a comfortable silence, every now and then one of them going to check on their tables. Eventually, Tango spoke again.

“Hey- you’re aromantic, right?” He asked.

Scott cocked his head to the side, surprised by the sudden question. “I am. What makes you ask?”

Tango suddenly felt exposed. “No reason!! I was just wondering, is all…”

Scott nodded. “‘Kay.”

Another beat passed before Tango commented, “it must be lonely.”

Scott smiled, amused. “Not really.”

Tango gave him a confused look, so he continued, “I mean, I have you guys, I have my family. That’s enough for me.”

“But aren’t you scared that everyone else will eventually get partners who’re more important to them?” Tango asked quickly.

“Well, in that case I’ll initiate plan build a secret room in Joel and Lizzie’s house” he joked.

Tango suddenly seemed very interested in a speck of dirt on the bar.

“Y’know, it’s ok to be aromantic, right?” Scott added softly.

“Of course I know that?!” Tango insisted. “It doesn’t mean I am that though.”

“I didn’t say you were.” 

Tango nodded, like it was all said and done.

“But if I was aro, then people might look at me differently.”

“I mean, sure, but doesn’t that mean they’re seeing the real you?” Scott pressed.

Tango got quiet again. “…I think I have some things I need to think about,” he decided softly.

“Well, if you ever need any help, I’m all ears,” Scott said.

“Thanks, Scott.”

“Anytime.”