#and hes tried to kill her on multiple occasions but it takes CRUSH and his love confession for her to be like ... yeah uh stay away freak

[giftedeath]

surprise is such a good episode for the vampire crowd like it rly takes the season one, half - baked soul lore of ' its a demon and it takes ur body but ur not really the human version of yourself thats dead ' and sort of puts that idea in a box and shakes it up bc the judge's first words to spike and dru are "u two stink of humanity u share AFFECTION 🥺 and jealousy" but then meets angelus and is like oh yeah .. there's not a spec of humanity on this one and to me .. to me ... that's just chefs kiss like what makes them different ? and like its LOVE 🥺

[catboygirljoker]

fun writing tip: you can justify making your blorbos as good at sex as you want if you also make it depressing

i will try not to be too graphic or horny and keep it mostly to character study analysis themes core motivations plot conflicts etc type discussion. still, id really prefer that folks under 18 do not interact with me on this post or about this topic in general, thanks!

for obvious reasons this post is gonna have a cut

UNLIKE HIS DIIIIICK [EXTREMELY LOUD AIRHORNS]

. sorry i just feel like hed appreciate that joke. uh anyway

Brief discussions of: BDSM, including sadomasochism; edgeplay; derealization/dysphoria; self-destructive recklessness in a sexual context.

ok. so there's this fictional guy. and i kiiiiiiind of have a crush on him. and i'm a basic bitch, so, like, obviously, when i think about him hornystyle, i want to imagine him being good at sex.

the thing is, "good at sex" is not always a particularly interesting trait to give a character! it can often be an eyerolling power fantasy trait. like "this is my oc Chuck Dongburger he has a ten pound cock and can make a babe cum just by lookin at her" yknow. it's a trait that, handled incorrectly, is more likely to flatten conflict than create it—more likely to make stories more boring than to make them more interesting.

also, "being good at sex" isnt a magical blessing that descends upon someone by chance. it is a quality that stems from a set of experiences and traits. it is a skill that one develops, or fails to develop.

so the question is, how do i justify him being good at sex? how do i make it feel believable and interesting?

the answer is simple! make it depressing! (that is, relate it directly to the character's central themes and conflicts, and therefore make it a natural part of/inclusion in their story)

in canon, xigbar has had multiple bodies, lost his heart multiple times, allowed himself to be a vessel for darkness on multiple occasions. he has endured all of this to carry out the will of his masters. every social role we've ever seen him take has been subservient to someone else, even if it has usually also involved social power over others, too.

here are the sex/relationship headcanons i have that expand on this:

related to: gender/sexuality

bisexual. for starters. obviously. his transness i have Deep Headcanons about, but his bisexuality is just "idk im bi so hes bi hee hee"

luxu is a binary trans man who experienced severe dysphoria in his original body and never felt like that body really belonged to him in the first place. to the best of his ability he has only chosen cis male vessels, including braig. in those cases he feels extreme disconnect from his body but not [very noticeable] gender dysphoria. the only thing connecting him to his cis male bodies is his sexual characteristics. theres this great art piece that has never left my brain that conveys the idea im going for. his face his hair his bones none of those are his, none of thise feel real, none of those feel right. but what does feel right is his dick.

related to: him being Good at Sex™

he is Very Experienced. he's tried a lot of shit and had a lot of bodies and largely had nothing better to do than be a horndog and kill time suckin and fuckin. he is down for just about anything with just about anybody. he knows how bodies work and knows how to deal with the exceptions and roll with awkwardness and uncomfortableness.

he is pretty good at reading people—it's a skill he has had to develop over his lifetime. he is sometimes wrong, but usually right, and reading people, understanding them, lets him feel like he has some kind of control or power over them. this is relevant because this is part of what makes him Good at Sex. he is shockingly responsive and attentive; not completely unselfish as a lover, but he won't blindly exert his will onto the other person and expect them to respond just because he has a big dick or is going faster or harder or whatever.

related to: his backstory as luxu

sex for him is a means of exerting control over the world, proving his own competence and worth to himself and another person, gaining some simulacrum of human connection, distracting himself from his derealization, grounding himself in his body, expressing and claiming his masculinity. all things, i headcanon, he also achieves (or seeks/has sought to achieve) from keyblade mastery.

he views his bodies as disposable, and knowing that he can just jump ship if he totals a body means that he processes pain differently than most people. not in a "all pain makes him horny" way*—it's more that pain doesn't make his self-preservation kick in the same way it does for other people. in bdsm/kink settings he is a masochist [as well as a sadist] and more reckless with edgeplay (when it comes to himself) than he really ought to be.

obviously i have specific personal motivation for wanting to headcanon this (he and his body are both Significantly Older Than Me) but i don't think he's too bothered by an age gap. some people it makes sense to me to imagine that they'd really want to date within their age and maturity range, but i think xigbar's chill as long as the person he's dating is a self-posessed adult. considering how long he's been alive, he's gonna have a significant gap in experience with ANYBODY; there isn't that much of a difference between him dating a 25 year old vs a 45 or 85 year old.

he has told close romantic partners about his Whole Deal before. it has never gone well. ("what do you mean youve been moving into random people's bodies in order to stay alive long enough to bring back a guy who intentionally manipulated his students into killing all of their students via senseless war??") they never understand and he doesn't know why they don't understand (i also headcanon him having severe cognitive dissonance vis a vis the MoM but that's a different post). his instinct is to put up a wall and go "well theyre just naive and stupid and haven't seen what i've seen, theyre too sentimental to understand this". he still keeps trying (if with less frequency) because he is desperate for someone to understand.

*i want to make this crystal clear: i do not headcanon xigbar as being automatically turned on by receiving or causing pain in every context, because he is a boss in a video game franchise where he fights teenagers. i am not comfortable sexualizing those fights!

(i do however think there are contexts where he might indulge in some "battle sadomasochism" when fighting another adult—maybe he makes it weird for them on purpose to fuck with them, maybe they're both into it and it's all foreplay, etc)

related to: him being subservient

youd think that when i talked about him being subservient to others, i was building up to a headcanon about him being a sub. however it feels most correct [and fun] to me to imagine him being a dom-leaning switch vers (doesnt get dysphoria from bottoming because. prostate). social role and personal dynamics dont necessarily correspond to sexual dynamics!

the headcanon i was actually building up to was that he craves affirmation in specific ways from specific people. he is desperate for someone else to give him worth. he wants to do a good job serving an authority he deems worthy of respect. he wants to be useful, he wants to serve a purpose and have a role. he hates feeling like he needs something from someone else, and feels much more comfortable if they need something from him.

he doesn't have a praise kink in a traditional sense, but he does really get his rocks off from being Good At Sex and from his lovers clearly and obviously enjoying themselves. he doesn't wanna be told hes done a good job, he wants to know, to tell from experience that he's blown someone's mind.

furthermore, in romance, he becomes a massive simp. if he likes someone enough to fall for them then they hang the fucking moon for him. he is outside in the rain crying throwing up begging for a sniff. absolutely pathetic. its not a total transformation of personality, i think he'd really hide it and really want to hide it. but i think in most situations it'd be subtle but observable. every joke he makes is directed to them and checked against their reaction; he stands at a middle distance outside of conversation kinda watching them, observing every move, memorizing their gestures and tics and quirks. he feels i love you before the first date but won't say it until five years into the relationship.

related to: i couldnt put it in the other sections and i really only made these section headers so it wasnt just big walls of text oops

he's a low empathy emotionally constipated bitch at the best of times, so he substitutes emotional intimacy with physical intimacy. picking up people at bars or dances or what have you for one night stands, satisfying them thoroughly, and then immediately dropping out of their lives.

he actively avoids romance (and any emotional closeness, including the completely platonic kind). but he hasn't always been this way. i think Dark Road was the most recent in a long long string of experiences where he lost people he was close to. he's tired of hurting people and getting hurt.

. im not gonna get into it because im trying not to be like too too horny in this post but hes So fucking brat tamer coded to me. i think you will understand at least the surface level reasons for this. i guess if i wanted to relate it to Themes i'd say something like "there is a specific romantic and sexual fantasy in being an asshole and even hurting someone and them still wanting you and trusting you and loving you and even enjoying it" but. well we dont need to go there do we

these are just the Depressing / Character-Related / Themes-y headcanons. some of my headcanons are just like "i think this would be funny and/or in character and/or hot" but you see how long this list is anyway. if i started in on all of that then we'd be here forever.

also, these are just headcanons! they're informed by analysis but shaped heavily by what appeals to me personally, what i find hot, what i find compelling about his character. if your headcanons for him differ from mine in any way, i don't think you're Wrong, because we're talking about the sexuality of a guy who comes from a video game franchise where characters are barely allowed to hold hands. this is all just toys and playing

anyway thank you for reading this post lmao its so long

JUST LIKE HIS DIIIIIIIIIIII—

[scorpius-major]

#class is now in session!

Ft: Hu Tao, Barbara, Zhongli, Childe, and Gn! Reader

College au!

in which each character gets their own major and school headcannons

𝙃𝙪 𝙏𝙖𝙤

Mortuary science major without a doubt

Gives off chaotic theater kid vibes as well

Has definitely brought an Ouija board to multiple different sleepovers on multiple different occasions

She’s that one friend that gives you oddly frightening fun facts. Facts that make you go “why does she know that?”

“Did you know that if you eat around 10 crushed black cherry pits there’s enough cyanide to kill you?”

Just leaves you sitting there like ma’am how do you know that?

Hu Tao would peer pressure you into joining theater with her

If you have stage fright she’d find a way to expel it from you

In class she can be very committed to work

If you sit next to her however, that’s a different story

has surprisingly good grades ngl

you sometimes wonder how she keeps up with the work while simultaneously goofing off in class

it frightens you sometimes

like she was dead asleep in class one time and nothing would wake her up

until the professor asked her a question

She sat up really quickly and answered it correctly

you just stared at her like🤨

needless to say you quickly stopped questioning her abilities as a student after that

Barbara

choir kid without a doubt

like no explanation needed

no fr barbs literally has the most angelic voice you’ve ever heard

you probably met in a music theory class

let me just tell you this lady is the most respectful roommate EVER

omg her room is always so clean and tidy it’s just like

miss please teach me your ways I beg🧎🏾‍♀️

stright A student without a doubt

her classes are probably all honors too

with the occasional AP

Not exactly a “teacher’s pet” but like is always willing to help them out

She probably becomes a teacher’s aid at one point

please let her tutor you, she loves it

Ayaka

Dancing major without a doubt

she’s taking a business class too

and also studies traditional Japanese calligraphy

listen I didn’t wanna be the one to say it but

she was the kid who reminded to teacher they had homework in middle school

IT JUST MAKES SENSE💀

if you’re a dance major too, she will always partner with you

another respectful af roommate

she cooks too

and it’s absolutely delicious

like she will cancel any takeout you order and will cook herself

another star student

it always surprises you how she can keep up her grades with her 17 different extracurricular activities

Zhongli

let’s be honest he probably is the professor💀

he’d teach world history without a doubt

that or AP English

i can’t see him as a math teacher

most def the teacher that everybody loves

he’s well aware too

i like to think he takes a little pride in being “the coolest teacher”

yeah let’s be honest he probably subtly humble brags ab it in the teachers lounge😭

he’s also the teacher that everybody trys to guess his age and terribly fails at it lmao

Struggles a LOT with technology

when he first tried to use a smart board he got so frustrated he never used it again

probably the only teacher who still uses textbooks and whiteboards

back in his college days I can kinda see him being a philosophy major

but he changed career choices and became a professor instead

Childe

STILL hasn’t figured out his major lmao💀

he fr changes it like every 3-5 business days

without a doubt he got in on a sports scholarship

med avg grades

i can see him struggling in math idk he just seems like the type of guy I can’t explain it

another one who is a really awesome cook

hes probably involved in a frat house ngl

if you’re roommates expect little to no sleep

heavy college fuckboy vibes

but in an endearing way

idk this is really random but in grade school he was the kid at the water fountain who would say “one, two, three, that’s enough for me” whenever someone was more than three seconds

He also would pick a fight with the 8th graders when he was in like 3rd and after he lost he’d tell his friends that he beat up an 8th grader

def a partier

he’d drag you out to parties late at night

but he always makes sure your comfortable and safe at them

love a respectful man fr

please help him in math he’s begging

[livewireprojects]

Modern Sonic(Lost Prince AU)

Credit to Mikuhoshi cause they along with the Miku Hatsune Sonic costume were inspiration for Sonic's outfit. Rika Furude from Higurashi can be blamed for Sonic's bangs cause for the longest time ever since I saw her as a kid(YouTube use to be wild) I was obsessed with Rika's hair. I just thought it'd be funny to mix old obsessions.(Also it's funny that her haircut is called hime cut for hopefully obvious reasons)

I've been meaning to post a well post about my version of Sonic for a while. One reason is cause I wanted to talk about it & in a way sort out my thoughts/ideas for my version. The second reason is cause I wanted to post it in order to start showing of the refs I made for this version.

This is one of the many traditional sketch refs I made for Lost Prince AU, I want to eventually redraw these as digital ref images later. Probably not coming any time soon though but I'm going to try & post some more.

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Sonic is the local hero of Mobius, he's been around long enough that most likely know him. He's usually with his friends or off alone doing something. He's a bit of an introvert that has a lot of extrovert energy/personality. The blue hedgehog often seems smug but part of the time it's just his attempt to deal with the shit he has to deal with on multiple occasions from an enraged god to watching his crush plummet to Earth. Sonic is friendly & tries to be there for everyone even if it annoys some of the more loner ones. Despite having to defeat the bad guy he tries to keep killing as a last resort.

Most of Sonic's close friends are aware he has amnesia & are also aware that whatever is causing it hurts him when he manages to remember. While Sonic wants to remember he worries about how far he'll go & fears the idea of losing it again. While he accepts nothing lasts forever he still thinks about the past & wishes to learn what he's missing especially since he feels like he's missing something important. Sonic is completely unaware of his past as a prince that has been missing for over 4 decades. He remembers somethings like his adopted parents & that his mom is purple like the hair clip he wears but can't remember anything else about his mom.

Sonic often struggles expressing some of his wants & worries about what others think due to having put up a persona trying to be the hero people need. Tails seems to know & Vanilla knows due to making sure Sonic calls her on occasion, while Sonic trusts his friends he fears opening up. He's slowly getting there but it's taking a while.

At some point Sonic was turned into a were Mobian with some extra abilities due to having energy from Dark Gaia. Some time after the events leading to that Sonic found himself turning into or partly into a were Mobian again. At first he wasn't happy about it but came to be ok with this second form especially as he learned to control it until he was able to transform at will unless for certain times. While Sonic can't do the stretchy arms thing like when he had Dark Gaia energy he's still doing pretty well swinging from trees & running on all fours. Sonic when he needs to enjoys night time runs & has found his way into were Mobian communities & has started being more of himself around them.

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I have no idea how to shrink this down any more than I already have. You can ask more about shit if you want cause I will ramble more & it's going to take a while to show other shit.

[highcaliberstupidity]

God, seeing Neil in Forward Unto Dawn has me fucking thinking thoughts about Halo AU Ghoap again, fuck. It got kind of long so gonna put it all under the cut. Enjoy some insane ramblings

I'm specifically thinking of Soap who started as a Marine but joined the Helljumpers (ODST) fairly quickly due to his skill, potential, and ambition.

He fought MANY battles against the covenant, and on multiple occasions had to work with Spartans despite the usual tension that came between Spartans and ODST. Unlike most of his fellows, Soap actually got along with Spartans for the most part.

I'm thinking ODST Captain MacTavish whose squad was paired up with a Spartan team comprised of Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Alex. Most of Soap's squad gets wiped out during an attack on some distant Covie base and both ODST's and Spartan's get stranded on the planet for a short time.

Soap who's stuck with this dead silent wall of a Spartan with a carved-up helmet who doesn't fucking stop for anything.

He makes it clear that if Soap can't keep up, he's going to leave him behind, Captain or not.

But over the week or so their stuck planet side, Soap grows on him like a fucking tumor. Just as their escaping, he takes a plasma bolt to the leg or something. It's only a graze, just melted armor and skin and it SUCKS, but he'll live.

But he can't keep up with Ghost.

He fully expects to be left behind, but instead, the Spartan looks back, risks his own escape to grab him, and sprints them both to a ship they can steal and escape on.

"So ya do like then, eh?" "Not a word Soap, not a word."

They get back to human-occupied space and Soap gets transferred to medical. He finds out most of his team is gone, only a handful having made it back with the help of the other three Spartans.

It's crushing.

Once he heals, he keeps going, keeps working. There's still Covenant to fight and lives to avenge

He doesn't meet Ghost again until well after the war (sometime between Halo's 3 and 4) after he's accepted an offer to become a Spartan IV (I like to think that Laswell and Price reached out to him to see if he'd be willing to do it).

But he's joining this new squad at a bad time.

Alex is down for the count after a rouge group of Sangeili Radicals opposing the leadership of Kadon Fara Kariim (She's a tradition fighting female Sangheili who chose to fight in the war instead of being a wife stuck in the Keep, and her brother is the radical opposing her) set off an explosive to try and kill her and several keep elders.

And Ghost doesn't trust easily. Years of deceit, foul play, and now this have left him far more jaded than he ever was. Even Gaz, whose one of the most open members of the team has a hard time because he and Alex were close (all of them are close, I'm thinking sibling style bond as technically they'd all be around the same age due to the abductions of Spartan IV's as children).

One of their own is down, and now they have a new Sergeant (still a Captain as far as the UNSC command structure for basic infantry is concerned but in this team, he's now a Sergeant again).

So now Soap has to fight his way into this man's good graces which is NOT easy, but he does manage it because there is some previous trust there from their first meeting.

Any ways all this just to say that I absolutely want to write Graves who runs Shadow as a split off of the Papa security team that ONI employs (And ofc he's owned by Shepherd). He's as usual, a prick, but he works well. Ghost does not trust him, doesn't trust anyone in ONI (aside from Laswell) but orders are orders.

I very much want a scene where Shepherd in a bid to get rid of Laswell's pet Spartans, orders Graves to get rid of them and cover them up (it's also to cover his own ass for some insurrectionist deals maybe?? Not to sure there yet)

So Graves traps the squad of ODST known as Los Vaqueros on his Frigate and tries to eject Soap and Ghost out of an airlock after monologuing at them for a bit.

Ghost manages to get his mag boots on in time but Soap doesn't and so he's sucked out into space, but he's okay! Spartans can survive pretty long in the vacuum of space thanks to their suits, so the problem isn't that.

It's the gravity well of the planet they've been staying over in geosynchronous orbit.

Soap is heavy, and his velocity can't be slowed when he's ripped out in the depressurization of the airlock. So he's on a crash course for a fucking planet.

But, in an ode to Halo Reach, he pulls a Noble 6 and survives that shit. He's injured, his armor is FUCKED, but he's alive and kicking.

Ghost manages to escape in the meantime by fighting through the shadows to comendeer an Owl insertion dropship with Rudy.

Until Ghost and Rudy can rip the tracker off their Owl, Soap is forced to limp through an insurrectionist-controlled planet that is also crawling with Shadows until Ghost and Rudy can rescue him.

They manage to get a distress call out to Laswell before they have to go to ground and hide from the Shadows/insurrectionists hunting them.

Back up arrives in the form of Price, Gaz, and Alex (who's healed and on loan from his work assisting Fara with her keeps safety). Together they get the Los Vaqueros broken out of the brig and they take over the ship before they chase Graves and his men to the planet's surface.

That's about all I got, and it literally stemmed from the fact that I just REALLY wanted to chuck Soap out of a space ship to watch him go splat

Enjoy my brain worms, perhaps one day I'll actually write this.

Feel free to ask questions, I would love to chatter about it

[dolche-tejada]

Ohh it's going to be fun :D

"Immediately justify Tony trying to kill Bucky because they think that if they put the "understandable" there nobody will notice them justifying a brutal and sustained attack on an unarmed man with intent to kill"

Reminding that Tony didn't go after Bucky just because he's some "cunt" who allegedly does "horrible shit" all the time isn't the same as justifying why he did that, you dimwit. Even less so when I also reminded that Tony was obviously wrong for trying to kill him but I guess that reading more than fifteen words in a row was too hard for you ?

"Except like, T'Challa when his father's killer confesses in front of him and - doesn't try to kill him. Despite the fact his father literally *died in his arms* two days earlier."

No shit, he had two days to calm down past the shock + the time to process that he almost killed an innocent man by trying to get his revenge, how is that remotely comparable to Tony's situation ? And even so, how does it refute my point ? Because if you want to play that game, I could quote Star-Lord killing Ego for his mother or Peter trying to murder the Green Goblin in retaliation for Aunt May.

"Miriam Sharpe? Doesn't try to murder Tony."

It's not like she could even if she wanted to and she's likely aware of that so this example is stupid but please, go on.

"Steve: Purely trying to defend himself from the guy attempting to murder both him and his adoptive bother"

Firstly, same Steve who could have killed a kid earlier that same day if the latter wasn't luckily strong enough to carry the loading dock he dropped on him.

Secondly, Tony never tried to kill Steve, the fuck are you babbling about ? He clearly used non-lethal force against him and literally held back from using his missiles and shit against him in favor of hand-to-hand combat. If Tony wanted to kill Steve, their fight wouldn't have lasted more than a minute.

"Natasha: doesn't try to hurt Melina for betraying her mother."

Should I teach you the difference between killing someone and betraying them or I'm allowed to hope you have enough functional neurons to do that on your own ?

"Clint when he kills multiple SHIELD operatives under mind control all of whom had families: nobody objects or holds it against him."

A) Biased assumption. Since this issue is never addressed onscreen, you have zero proof of that.

B) What their families could do to a fucking Avenger and high-ranking SHIELD's agent anyway ?

"Hmm,,,, maybe throwing homicidal temper tantrums isn't quite so normal and Tony Stans are actually in the wrong for saying that level of violence against the guy who was literally being controlled by someone else is in any way normal or justified?"

Hmm what a shame I never precised that Tony was wrong for trying to kill Bucky.

Allow me : "At this point Tony just didn't care anymore and while he was obviously wrong for trying to kill Bucky, it's not like he had no understandable reasons to go after him."

Highlighting the part you missed since you apparently struggle with your illiteracy issues (no need to thank me ♥️).

"Read: tried to make everyone feel better about Tony selling them out to a still most likely HYDRA infested government and forcing them all to sign the MCU equivalent of the Nuremberg Laws?"

Read : Tony tried to avoid conflict and talk with Steve instead of telling 119 countries to fuck off just because he don't like taking orders and "he's muh friend", in addition to avoiding lethal force against anyone (except Bucky at the very end) while Cap and his team almost killed him and his coworkers at multiples occasions (like Wanda crushing him under cars or Sam shooting at Peter).

As for your comparison between some accords to regulate the job of super-soldiers doing whatever they want without any supervision, accountability or proper training (accords they aren't even forced to sign unless they stop their heroic activites) to literal antisemitic laws, go fuck yourself.

It's so blatantly moronic and disrespectful to Jews that I won't even bother wasting more time on this shit.

"You mean the fight Tony Initiated at the behest of Ross? The guy fond of conducting illegal human experiments hunting Bruce Banner and ordering Extra-Judicial Executions"

Same guy Tony double-crossed by hijacking the Raft's security to help Steve stopping Zemo ; and betrayed later by letting Wanda, Clint, Sam and Scott break out after seeing how horrible their conditions of incarceration were.

"And his best friend for injured as a result of the shot Rhodey himself ordered Vision to make despite the high likelihood of friendly fire?"

Which wouldn't have happened if Cap and his team didn't escalate this situation into a brawl in the first place.

"Oh so attempted double murder"

Nope, he didn't try to kill Steve.

"and aggravated assault with a weapon all whilst letting the actual villain escape because someone lied to your over your fascist- collaborating daddy is fine I guess."

Saying it was understandable still isn't the same as justifying it, sweetie. If this is too much to process for you, don't hesitate to take a sit while your neurons (neuron ?) cool down.

"You know what he also didn't have authority to do my love?**Execute people without due process***"

Never said the opposite + unrelated to the point I've answered to. So that's another fail for you but don't worry, the essential is that you keep trying :)

""Oh but muh he didn't care anymore"- all the more reason for him to be incarcerated then- because a man in a flying tank who tries to commit murder when he is upset is clearly a threat to society"

Cool so going by that, Bucky and Steve should be locked up in the adjoining cells, right ? Because a man ready to punch at full force a kid with his superhuman metal arm (which would have killed him if Peter wasn't that strong) sound just as dangerous.

But at least not as much as the another one who could have also accidentally killed this kid, in addition to tell 119 countries to fuck off because only one government he knew was corrupted by Hydra and that he don't like taking orders, even if it can avoid massive casualties 🤔

"Oh but muh he was having a really bad day!" - oh so its fine to try and murder someone if you are having a bad day I guess?"

Retorting that much shit on an imaginary point I've never hold would be almost adorable if you were a kid but past 18 (I guess), it's kind of pathetic ngl.

"Just like those Afghan villagers he "saved from terrorists" by *checks notes* blowing up stuff in a civilian settlement where there could have been any number of civilians hiding in the houses"

He literally spot a terrorist completely hidden behind a wall earlier in this same scene, you moron. Going by that, it's logical to assume he can detect people hidden in those settlements, including eventual civilians.

"(and let's be real the terrorists probably got their weapons from him in the first place)"

It was revealed that Obadiah Stane sold them those weapons but sure, keep yapping.

"Also Tony Stans: "Bucky deserves to DIIIIIIIEIEEEEEE! So his torture-initiated mind control is totally an utterly irrelevant he WAS STILL RESPONSIBLE"

"Also Tony Stans ACSHULLLY Tony is not responsible for anyhing he did ever because he once had a bad dream and also trauma and also his daddy was mean to him!"

Hey look, another one ! Fallacies must have been on sale today for you to base your whole argument on them :D

"fucking- ronic that Tony stans whine about unjust blame when they are fine and dandy with Tony trying to brutally murder the person who was mind controlled"

You're over 18 in theory, right ? Because it's fucking hilarious that at your age, you're still unable to see the distinction between claiming an attempted murder was justified and saying the motive and context were understandable.

"and used against his will to kill his parents instead of the people who actually **planned the whole operation and gave the order*"

Tony tried to kill in a fit of rage the person who, while indeed brainwashed and a victim, still physically murdered his parents.

Wanda saw his name on a mortar shell and spent over a decade planning her revenge against the guy who designed and legally sold weapons to his government, when she had all the time in the world to think about it rationally.

Usually I let my interlocutor realize by himself how stupid his comparison is but since I'm dealing with a dunderhead who can't even tell the difference between contextualizing and justifying a crime, it's surely too much to ask.

"Duh! Man who makes things designed to kill people indicriminately and then Tony Stans be like: You Make bomb. Bomb designed to kill. You do not get to pull surprised Pikachu face when bomb is used for purpose for which it was designed."

Almost as if the weapons he sold weren't supposed to be used against civilians since it's a war crime, something he didn't expect and tried to make amend for at the instant he learned about it in his first solo movie ?? Watch out sweetie, you were so close to be on something.

"Why she blame guy who made bomb and works for American government who dropped bomb? Yeah....why would you EVER blame the person who designed, sold and was a lapdog to the people who destroyed your home? Hmmmm SUCH A MYSTERY!"

Oh I know why, don't worry. It's just that targeting him, especially in this context, is fucking stupid.

"First off why did none of the other Avengers build weapons of mass destruction as result of thier bad dreams? Maybe because Tony is the only one who made instruments of death as a hobby which makes him a liability."

Which wouldn't be a liability in the first place if Wanda didn't mindraped him and fucked up with Ultron's conception.

"No, not like Tony had encoutered the Mind Stone before in Loki's Scepter and had witnessed firsthand what it could do to a person."

You mean mind control stuff working only on humans and totally unrelated to whatever the Mind Stone somehow did to his AI ?

"Not like he totally knew it was dangerous to tinker with it. That he was an adult and was capable of realizing something might go wrong. Not like all his team mates *warned him* not to do it."

Maybe because a certain someone mindraped him and played on his fears and paranoia earlier that same day to openly cause something awful ?

"Really? You are really going to persist in this utterly pathetic excuse when as has already been shown"

Yup I sure will, why I shouldn't when Wanda herself admitted manipulating him into using the Mind Stone to cause something horrible that could kill him. If you have a problem with what the film literally stated, cope harder.

"Tony already knew what the Mind Stone could do"

Lmao show me one evidence that Tony knew the Mind Stone could make an hardly designed AI sentient and turn it into a genocidal murder bot ? Go on, I feel like I'm going to laugh again 🙃

"Found them both on a HYDRA base which should have raised alll kinds of red flags."

For its ability to control people's minds through the scepter, which had no chance of happening here based on what he knew of the Stone. Not for its sudden and unknown ability to make barely designed AI sentient.

"Tony is nearly 50. He is responsible for his own actions."

Indeed, for his own actions. Which does not include what Ultron became then since that's on Wanda manipulating his fears, his paranoia and admitting that she knew letting him with the Mind Stone would screw things up.

Nor does it include Ultron's mass murders since AGAIN : Ultron was sentient and took his own decisions ✨

"Grow fucking up"

Coming from the clown whose "arguments" rely only on strawmen and child-like media literacy skills, that's not short of irony.

"and stop infantiziling him."

I didn't, the movie itself stated it was Wanda, I explained furthermore why he isn't irresponsible and you failed to retort at least one solid counter-argument.

"Yeah hmmmm This man who literally helped create the superweapon system which the Supernazis which his father enabled to inflitrate his organization used to try and destroy the world two years earlier"

What a dumbass analogy, it's not his weapon system in itself that go wrong, it's due to Hydra infiltrating the government and SHIELD to hijacked its use to their profits, that's where the problem lies, not with Tony.

In addition to that, he created JARVIS, another AI and guess what, it didn't turn wrong. He also created FRIDAY, no problem either. And same thing for the rest of his creations, literally none of them has gone off rail due to Tony.

Weird, it's almost like Ultron's case only happened because Wanda fucked up with his mind like she literally explained herself ? 🤔

Next time you want to yap in mentions, at least use canon arguments, m'kay ? Otherwise I'll probably just laugh at you or block you, depending of my mood 😘♥️

So I wanted to point out the usual nonsenses coming from Tony Stark antis and luckily enough, one of them made a post quoting pretty much most of their popular "arguments" (if I can refer to them as such), so let's take a look at this user’s main points and see how solid they are.

"Let's talk about the horrible shit Tony has done in the MCU"

Please keep in mind the "horrible shit" term all along during your reading.

"MCU Tony has mortared a city full of civilians"

Okay so first point and it literally never happened. USA's government did that to Wanda and Pietro's town, not Tony so I hope it wasn't too painful to pull this nonsense out of your ass.

"Been a complete dick to all of his teammates"

Oh no... he was mean to Steve and his coworkers during their first movie ? What a complete tragedy, what a heartless monster. Please stop the violins, otherwise I might weep.

"Made multiple misogynistic comments about women mainly Natasha (looking at you prima nocta scene)"

Okay so you gave only one example to back this up and it's when he was obviously joking with his friends. Even if that joke may be in very bad taste, that doesn't make him a horrible person like you tried to demonstrate, you're just nitpicking.

"Manipulated a 16 year old into getting into a war with his former teammates"

A) "a war" please don't make me laugh. For most of the only fight Peter take part in, both sides were joking with the other while fighting and weren't even fighting seriously, they were just trying to incapacitate each other. Things only get messy after Tony ordered Peter to step back.

B) Tony didn't manipulate shit. He hid no vital informations to Peter and while bringing a 16 year old to an arrest was indeed a stupid decision, he knew Steve wouldn't harm him and that Peter was strong, competent and equipped enough to deal with him.

"Thought he was completely justified for trying to kill Bucky for something Bucky did unwillingly cuz he was fucking brainwashed"

Why the fuck are you lying ? At no point Tony justified himself for this. He tried during the whole Civil War plot to ease things with Steve and this even after his best friend got disabled for life because Steve escalated the situation at the airport, only to learn then that his friend lied to him all along about his parents' death.

At this point Tony just didn't care anymore and while he was obviously wrong for trying to kill Bucky, it's not like he had no understandable reasons to go after him. Brainwashed or not, most people would try to obliterate their parents' murderer if he stood right in front of them.

"Repeatedly mocked Bruce Banner who was filled with self loathing and even tried to kill himself because of how much he hated being The Hulk"

Firstly he joked with him, not about him. Secondly, Tony was the only one who respected Bruce from the start and never treated him like some ticking bomb ready to explode.

"Created most of the villains in the MCU (Mysterio and Co., Vulture, Aldrich Killian, The Maximoff Twins, Justin Hammer, The Flag-Smashers etc)"

Okay, where do I even begin on that.

Quentin Beck was a narcissistic asshole who got mad because his boss called his invention "B.A.R.F", that and Tony tossing it aside because this tech was way too expansive for its very limited applications. So not Tony's fault if Beck had an ego more fragile than a soap bubble.

Hammer tried to destroy Tony's image and Stark Industries first, so Tony defended himself by revealing he crippled a man by trying to replicate his tech. Hammer fucked around and found out, not Tony's fault if he's an hypocritical idiot.

Concerning the Flag Smashers, the reason they became terrorists wasn't caused by Tony bringing back half of the universe, it was due to the Global Repatriation Council's disastrous resources management.

About Toomes, Tony had no prior knowledge of the contract he signed with NY and even if he did, leaving dangerous alien tech in the hands of random people is quite a moronic idea, as evidenced by what they did with this tech for years. Not Tony's fault if Toomes is delusional and sucks at his job.

Aldrich Killian ? Be fucking real, he became a super-villain just because Tony ignored him, an archetypal greasy-haired nerd who literally drools as he talks, for a pretty chick on New Year's Eve.

Like obviously, when a serial killer stab someone to death, the most logical reaction is to blame those who assemble knives at the factory rather than the murderer himself, makes perfect sense to me.

The Maximoff Twins, my god this argument again... Yeah let's blame the guy who designed and sold weapons to his government rather than, oh I don't know, the fucking guys who used them against civilians ??

"Which also means he's also had some hand in the deaths caused by all these characters"

Literally none of the characters you quoted became super-villains because of him.

"Created Ultron"

He intended to create a security system against other alien invasions and it resulted in a genocidal robot, which only happened because Wanda mindraped him some hours before. Tony is responsible for Ultron's creation, Wanda for what he became.

And I don't want to see anybody whining in my mentions that he already planned to design Ultron prior to her mindraping him, not when she had this fucking grin after seeing Tony taking the Mind Stone with him.

Let alone when she threw this line, later in the movie : I saw Stark’s fear. I knew it would control him, make him self destruct.

She knew letting him take the Stone would cause something awful that might also kill him and she used her powers to make him even more paranoid. She's responsible for Ultron going from "A suit of armor around the world" to "Genocidal Murder Bot", not Tony.

"Thought it was a good idea to have a newly created AI be exposed to The Mind Stone which caused Ultron to kill JARVIS and go rogue

A) Which again wouldn't have happened if Wanda hadn't mindraped him the same day.

B) He didn't consciously exposed Ultron to it, the Mind Stone corrupted the AI on its own, something Tony and Bruce had no way to predict.

C) Still not his fault anyway. Ultron is sentient, he takes his own decisions. Tony being his "father" doesn't change anything to this state of fact.

"Profited off of war by making weapons of mass destruction and selling them"

Something he's spent over a decade to make amend for, notably by closing his weapons division and dedicating his life and resources to helping people and saving the world.

"Bought illegally obtained vibranium stolen directly from Wakanda by Klaue"

False too. All we know is that they met each other at the time Tony was still designing weapons ; and that Klaue told him he was looking for something new. At no point was it implied Tony illegally bought vibranium from him.

"Technically responsible for more vibranium being stolen from Wakanda by Klaue due to Ultron"

This vibranium was already stolen by Klaue when Ultron met him.

"Being responsible for everyone who died in Sokovia's death because he made Ultron"

So following your reasoning, I guess Jeffrey Dahmer's parents are responsible for every murder their son committed from his own free-will ? Did I get that right ?

"Being unwilling to help Steve and the others fix the Blip cuz muh daughter"

My god, how dare he... being against playing with time and rather trying to accept what happened while taking care of his family.

And this when we know screwing up with time can cause world-ending events.

Truly a proof of how horrible of a human being he is, indeed.

Btw I like how you ignored that Tony changed his mind and helped them afterwards.

"Supported The Sokovia Accords which need I remind you all Tony is technically responsible for The Accords being made because A. he's the one who killed Wanda's parents (blah blah blah, a lot of false attributions later...) causing her to kill Crossbones and a building full of people"

Still isn't him who dropped those mortar shells on her house. Just like it's not him who pushed Crossbones to go suicide-bombers, wrote the Sokovia Accords and incited 119 countries to sign them.

"and B. he is literally responsible for what happened to Sokovia BECAUSE HE MADE ULTRON"

Already answered to this shit, let's continue.

"Referring to Wanda as "a weapon of mass destruction" in Civil War"

Lmao because she isn't ? No one forced Wanda to join a terrorist organization, pal. Just like no one pushed her to act as a weapon of mass destruction, by using her powers to send Hulk on a rampage across Johannesburg or by enslaving Westview.

"meanwhile HE is the REASON SHE has her powers in the first place"

Sure, Tony whispered in her ear every night to go serve as a guinea pig for Nazis in order to get her revenge on him. I forgot this part of Wanda's backstory, silly me.

"Falsely imprisoning the heroes that didn't sign The Accords because he's a cunt"

Tony don't have any power or authority to imprison people, and the heroes he stopped got incarcerated because they indeed broke the law, you jackass.

"Being technically responsible for all the deaths caused by Wanda in Wandavision and DSATMOM because if he didn't kill her parents with his mortar..."

I don't think you know what "technically" means.

"then her and Pietro wouldn't have went to Hydra thus not getting their powers from The Mind Stone"

You know what would have actually prevented all the deaths Wanda caused ? Her not willingly joining Nazis to get her powers and going on a murder spree.

"And you are probably thinking "But he sacrificed himself at the end of Endgame !""

To save the whole universe indeed. That and quite a few other things, such as :

Outright refusing to help terrorists and getting tortured as a result.

Risking his life to save Yinsen.

Saving Afghans villagers from terrorists.

Saving Pepper and SHIELD's agents from Obadiah Stane.

Actively saving people on a daily basis, and this for a decade.

Developing a shit ton of armors to protect people more efficiently.

Saving New York and the world overall from Chitauris.

Stopping Killian from taking over the USA.

Curing Pepper from the Extremis treatment.

Designing Veronica with Bruce.

Fighting Hulk to protect Johannesburg.

Saving the world once again, alongside the Avengers.

Awarding promising students with the funds to develop their own projects and inventions.

Granting his tech to Peter and designing for him two suits that allowed him to save many lives.

Saving Stephen's life from Ebony Maw.

Helping the Avengers to travel in other timelines.

"Let me ask you this : If Strange had hold Tony that the only way to defeat Thanos is if Tony sacrificed himself would Tony do it"

It's literally what happened during Endgame, you fucking bozo. What do you think was the meaning of this scene ?

And it's not like it was something new, he was always ready to die for others' sake, right from the start, did you even watched the first Avengers movie ?

No wait, even better : Have you at least watched the beginning of his first solo movie ?

I wasn't expecting anything from Tony antis but sucking that hard at watching a movie is quite impressive ngl.

"Bottom line is MCU Wanda sucks and Tony Stark sucks"

Yeah no shit, that's pretty easy to say when you're making up lies to support your hate boner.

So in conclusion, this dude has no idea of what he's talking about and neither does Tony antis in general for using these bs as arguments.

[autisticsupervillain]

An interesting point to make is how Vlad Masters nearly qualifies as both a Magnificent Bastard and a Complete Monster, but he just narrowly misses both marks.

On the Complete Monster side of things, Vlad is honestly the vilest recurring villain on the show by a pretty wide margin. For starters, he hurts Danny on a personal level to an extent unmatched by everyone other than Dark Danny. His longstanding goal is to kill Danny's father and steal his family, simply because Jack "stole" is college crush from him, for starters. To that end, he's willing to: manipulate the teenaged Valerie into becoming a ghost hunter, putting both her life and Danny's at stake. Create expendable clones of Danny, none of which he has any problems with abusing or disposing of despite their love for and loyalty to him. He even brutally tortures Danny so as to extract the data he needs to create the "perfect" clone of him, even attempting to callously risk Dani's life to that end. And even in his first appearance, he possesses Jack in an attempt to ruin his relationship with Maddie.

Of course, when he isn't trying to seduce Maddie and kill Jack, he's fighting Danny for incredibly petty reasons. His crimes under this banner include but aren't limited to: leaving Sam, Danny, and Tucker at the mercy of Salem witch hunters so he can steal their scroll and take over the world, take over Danny's town and ruin his life to win a prank war, forces the ghosts of animals he's killed to serve him, and even poisons Danny's friends, happy to let them die along with him if he isn't saved.

Then, of course, there's his final and most heinous outing. After finally getting his arch-enemy to retire, he openly threatens the world with obliteration unless they elect him as their absolute leader, jeopardizing billions of lives in his quest to take over the world and humiliate Jack.

Vlad is perfectly willing to attempt a body count far exceeding even the most ambitious of the show's villains. His only real rival in either area is Dark Danny, who at least had the excuse of his family dying and having to maintain his own existence. Vlad's excuse is his crush married someone else because of an accident. That quickly falls apart when Masters of All Time reveals just how horribly Vlad would've treated her if things had gone his way to begin with.

However, as monsterous as Vlad, he's ultimately shown to be redeemable. He shows that he had slivers of humanity within him, as he sympathizes with Danny when he loses his family and tries his best to numb the boy's pain. That alone is enough to disqualify him from this, nevermind his guilt induced redemption when things fail.

On the Magnificent Bastard end of the scale, Vlad shows he's Danny's arch enemy for a reason on multiple occasions.

In Reign Storm, Vlad attempts to steal the Ghost King's ring and crown, only for that to backfire when the King wakes up. What follows is Vlad masterfully improvising by manipulating everyone he interacts with, ultimately culminating in him stealing both the Ecto-Skeleton and the Crown of Fire, all while turning the Fright Knight to his side and repairing his relationship with Maddie. He wins on all fronts and never loses his cool throughout the episode, even when he faces down opponents miles out of his league.

When Danny and Co get their hands on a scroll that allows them to traverse time itself, Vlad catches up with them and steals it by playing the time period against them, coming up with multiple back up plans along the way. When one time period doesn't work out, he just travels to another and adjusts his strategy accordingly, only losing when the scroll itself turns against him.

Even at the start of Season 3, Vlad proves his savy by effortlessly taking over the town from undeg Danny's nose, before using his position to turn everyone against Danny Fenton. When Danny regains the public vote, Vlad turns the effort against him by handily defeating him in front of everyone before allowing his human half to "save the day". Only a last minute gambit on Danny's part prevents Vlad's absolute victory and, even then, the episode ends in a stalemate with Vlad as mayor.

The problem arises when you realize how inconsistent this level of hyper competence is for Vlad.

When Jack Fenton alone arrives to stop Vlad from stealing his portal, Vlad gloats about having the perfect opportunity to kill him. He then proceeds to get his ass kicked, whining indignantly about how impossible his defeat is as he's tossed into the portal.

When Jazz shows up at his front doorstep claiming she wants to live with him, Vlad ignores all the obvious red flags she gives him simply because she keeps insulting Jack and praising his ego. Jazz would've gotten in and out without raising a blip on Vlad's radar if Danny hadn't gotten caotured.

Then, of course, there's the time he succeeded in getting himself alone with Danny and Maddie. Does he try to slowly seduce her whilst planting doubts in her mind about Jack? Nope. He spills his guts about hating Jack and expects her to just drop Jack in a heartbeat to be with him. She storms out. Nevermind Vlad ends the episode by getting chased into the woods by his own minions.

Of course, none of this is a knock against Vlad as a character. Complete Monster and Magnificent Bastard aren't the be-all and end-all of villainy. It's just funny to note that Vlad comes close to hitting the two big villain tropes on TV Tropes, only to miss both by inches. Vlad is Danny's arch enemy because he's the most personal of all his foes. Not because he's the most brilliant or most monsterous. If anything, this zig zagging makes Vlad all the more dangerous. He's pitiful and easily humiliated one day, monsterous and magnificent the next. For all his shortcomings, Danny still better watch his back. "Funny, joke around Vlad isn't here today!"

[rwby-sk]

Do you think if Neo recorded her feelings first Jaune would try to deny his? Like he believes anyone who loves him is doomed one way or another and tries not to express his feelings in order to "save" Neo from a similar fate?

Pyrrha kissed him and then was immediately killed by Cinder

He had a crush on Weiss (that he had since moved on from) and she was very nearly killed by Cinder

And now here's a girl that has purposefully pissed Cinder off on multiple occasions, telling him that she loves him

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Jaune would absolutely run away from that

And not just because he thinks he's cursed or something intangible

He knows, he knows for a fact, that if he and Neo ever face Cinder again, and Cinder figures out there's something between them? It can only end in someone's death. That is absolutely something she would use against them. Especially when she already tried to kill Neo once

Jaune makes very close connections with his friends. But any time it leans towards something more that other person gets hurt. And Jaune can't take that again. He can't lose another partner

[mewpirate]

Aaaaaa yes I love

Tbh I was just surprised how nobody talked about how Calvary is a canon misogynist despite being obvious whether the information on the wiki is vague or it isn't . Especially when he tried to rid her off the crew by trying to leave her with Gregory and Mrs . Pollyanna on one of the old wiki's info ??

It also questions me that since Calvary prefers and praises Nathan over Janice has he ever tried to teach him that like men are stronger / superior than women ? Or like just anything similar to " be a man , don't show feelings , don't cry , showing emotions are for rookies " . If so , the constant pressure of that and having to be the C H I L D who can shoot cannons probably has made him have very confusing thoughts on what a man is . I think it also tampers with his crush for Janice and it may make him develop the "don't show emotions be a strong man I will make calvary proud " type of thinking when he gets older . Because that alone can like mess up a child . Especially in an era where like they can be treated poorly .

I've said this before but like it's reachy . Has Calvary developed misogynistic thoughts about women just because of Sunny?? Has he ever had his ass kicked by Sunny ?? A cowboy girl from one of the most driest places in candle cove ??? Since what I can infer that hes mistreated and literally imprisoned by his crew I'm probably assuming that Since the Sunny experience he now has a problem twords Janice because he probably didn't wanna be beat by a girl again because the girl that he was one-up-ed by is literally in a crew that tortured and imprisoned him because he got into a argument with his captain . I guess it's some sort of response?

This might be a reach but Kimothy and Philip probably dive into the weird relationships men have with inanimate objects like lottery tickets , sports , and cars that are named by them . But then again it's not really a man thing ( remember that one tjmax incident where a bunch of women fought over ceramic hello kitty and stanley cups to resell on depop ? )

Hans and Kurt may be an embodiment of men joking about serious topics or never taking serious matters seriously , due to them having cynical thoughts about murder and etc and Kurt laughing when Sea-dog was killed . ( Have you seen tiktok comments nowadays? )

While skin-taker himself isn't really an embodiment of toxic masculinity i guess but like the "non-masculine" traits you've said about him kinda reminds me that like male serial killers / abusers will try to dumb themselves / make themselves seem more friendly ( aka Skin-Taker sparing Janice on multiple occasions and giving her a dress for her birthday ) just to get victims . It also goes into where some men ( like the "not like other boys " kind ) would like try to gain a female audience or whatever by doing things that aren't commonly done by males . ( aka Skin-Taker being somewhat fashionable , him having tea - parties ) and they fail so badly at it ( like there was this weird phenomenon where a bunch of men are in the streets sitting reading a book like some sort of weird way to attract a mate because they thought if they pretended to read then women would think that the man would be intelligent , a thoughtful thinker , etc . )

Yea if you really think about it hard you will think that candle cove is DEFINITELY not the place to look for role models , since most of the " good guys " aka Poppy and Percy have such flaws that can correlate to some forms of toxic masculinity . I guess it's a common thing in children's media where the "good guys " can get really questionable at certain moments aka Mr . Krabs from SpongeBob, half of the Mane Six in G4 MLP, Ruby and Jade from Sophia the first, etc .

Heyyyy 😼😼😼😼 after seeing that one detailed anon's post about the women in candle cove I'd like to see your take on the toxic masculinity in the male characters 😋 no need to rush

Yes yes, I never pass up an opportunity to overanalyze media 😈 I’m gonna use a narrow of definition of toxic masculinity just because if I didn’t, I’d be here all day since so many of the characters have toxic traits and are male. So toxic masculinity is basically the collection of traits associated with traditional male gender roles that are harmful both to the men that have it and to everyone else in society. These traits are

Emotion suppression

Violence and aggression

Self-reliance (e.g., not accepting help)

Competitiveness and feeling like you need to dominate others

Also, I’m only gonna go in-depth with the main characters. Plus Calvery. (He's like an unofficial main character to me)

PERCY

Why does Percy constantly threaten to pull out his weapons and threaten people whenever they do something he doesn’t want them to do? That’s right: because of toxic masculinity making him violent. Maybe he thinks that he could only get his way through violence and not through reasoning. He’s pretty alright otherwise. He doesn’t push down his emotions, clearly, with him always being obviously scared of everything, plus he’s not that competitive, because if he was, he would actually care about his rivalry with Milo.

POPPY

I said it before and I’ll say it again: he had absolutely no reason to skin Thade. Like, he did it to “avenge” Thade’s victims, but to actually be willing to tie a man down and take the time to cut off all his skin AND muscles AND organs, while he screams bloody murder the whole time and splatters him with blood, is insane behavior to me. Like, if Thade murdered all of Poppy’s family and friends or something, it would seem more understandable, but Thade has no connection to Poppy. It’s extreme violence for no reason.

Also, the whole idea of vengeance is built on dominance. Like, having something of yours taken away (or seemingly taken away) and then feeling like you need to one-up the person so you can restore your dignity and show you have more power. Although in this case, Poppy didn’t have anything taken away, which makes his desire to get revenge on Thade make him seem even more obsessed with being the most dominant man.

Also, he looks down on Percy for being cowardly, i.e. for showing his feelings, and for not caring about being macho. He straight up says Percy is an insult to pirates iirc.

And yeah, he has a powerful grudge against Skin-Taker, but that’s not for any machismo reason. I think it’s because Skin-Taker keeps coming after Janice and his crew, so I see this as unselfish and not having anything to do with being competitive or wanting to one-up him.

MILO

Ohhhhohoho. Do you want to talk about being overly competitive? Do I even need to explain how Milo is overly competitive? The little competition he has with Percy is so over-the-top it’s embarrassing, tbh. He tried to kill Percy because he was pissy he lost a boat race. And does Percy even care or is it totally one-sided? Embarrassing.

Also, he gives me the vibes of a misogynist, but there’s nothing on the wiki that could directly prove he’s a misogynist. Like, yes, he kills Sariah, but he also does the same to his all-male crew, so I’m not sure it was motivated by gender. HOWEVER, Milo hated his crewmates, but actually liked Sariah. And if he liked Sariah, it wouldn’t make sense for him to kill her, UNLESS he was a misogynist and thought her life had no value. In that case, to him, killing her might have made him sad, but he wouldn’t have seen it as that big of a deal because he would think women’s lives don’t have value and are disposable—it would be akin to euthanizing an animal. And he would be willing to do it and deal with the sadness if it benefited him in some way. (Also, thanks Nina for pointing this out to me because now I can be at peace knowing that I'm not reaching and that Milo can legitimately be interpreted as a misogynist in canon. In a way.)

CALVERY

Listen… canon Calvery is a misogynist. Hear me out. On his wiki page, it is implied that he doesn’t think Janice can handle being a pirate. He says that “‘a pirate ship is no place for children’”. This sounds like it makes sense. Janice is a young child, after all. HOWEVER, when it comes to Nathan (who is ALSO a young child. He’s only a few years older than Janice), he “admires his skill” and is seemingly alright with him rolling around cannons twice his size and shooting them (as he does in episode “Milo”). Like, SURE, Cal, keep pretending that Janice being a child is the reason you don’t think she can handle herself. We believe you /s

He also has a grudge against Horace, which could fall under the “obsessed with competition and dominance” aspect of toxic masculinity, but I think that’s understandable and not really that toxic seeing that Horace betrayed him and let him get imprisoned, and also, it’s not like this grudge takes over his life. Unlike the next character I will talk about.

HORACE

The lengths he goes to get back at Poppy are so disproportionate. The wiki mentions that he has some grudge against Poppy because Poppy sunk his ship years and years ago, and he is STILL hung up over it, which is why he’s always beefing with the Laughingstocks. Seriously beefing. It’s implied that he summoned Skin-Taker specifically to help him get back at Poppy. He basically wrought the greatest evil Candle Cove has ever seen into the world just because he’s pissy Poppy sunk his ship. And, like, that’s the epitome of fragile masculinity to me. Failing once in a small way, and feeling like “less of a man” for it, and then not being happy until you one-up whoever caused you to fail in the most over-the-top way possible.

SKIN-TAKER

Shockingly, he’s probably the most non-toxic of this list. Hear me out:

He listens to and comforts Sariah after he took her skin, plus he cries openly several times (in “Skin-Taker’s Day Off,” plus in a flash-forward in Come and Rip, although I think that part was removed from the wiki), showing that he isn’t emotionally unavailable.

He’s NICE to his enemies sometimes (like that time he showed up to Janice’s birthday party to give her a gift), which shows that he doesn’t feel like he always needs to be aggressive towards them.

He allows Horace and the Rubber Fishes to serve him, so he isn’t overly self-reliant.

He has traditionally feminine hobbies (sewing and hosting tea parties) and isn’t embarrassed by it, which shows he doesn't care about being macho, or with competing with other men about who’s the most manly.

So that’s my closing thought: Skin-Taker may be toxic in every other way, but he does NOT have toxic masculinity. Good night, everyone!

[javier-pena]

triumvirate

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader x Katie

Word Count: 13.7k (I know, I know ...)

Rating: Explicit (and I mean explicit, this is the most explicit thing I’ve ever written)

Summary: You and Javi have been talking about inviting someone into your bed, just to see what it would be like. But you had no idea he already has someone in mind.

Warnings: mentions of food and alcohol | some language | threesome (f/f/m) | thigh riding | fingering | oral (m and f receiving) | light choking | light dirty talk | unprotected (p in v) sex | praise kink if you squint | size kink if you squint | orgasm delay/denial | sub!Javi until he’s definitely not | multiple orgasms | creampie

Notes: This started as a brief conversation I had with Dani @javierpcna while making a gifset actually, and it turned into this huge fic involving a character that doesn’t even speak a single line of dialogue (yes, this is Katie, the woman from the elevator in s3e1, the one who looks at Javi ... respectfully). I actually don’t remember the last time I had this much fun writing anything, so I guess I will be writing more Javi fics in future ... also, as always, huge thanks to Dani for putting up with my crazy ideas for a week, for encouraging me, for sacrificing a Sunday evening to read this, and for kindling the flames that brought this on in the first place! Also I believe Javi doesn’t share but he can be a bit ooc - as a treat ...

***

Javi doesn’t like to talk about his work. He doesn’t like to “bring it home” with him, even though the word “home” is all relative to him. He keeps quiet about it when you’re at his flat, that’s sacred ground to him, but your flat is fine. So when he’s at your place, he sometimes talks about his colleagues, the paperwork he needs to finish, how his boss got on his nerves today. You know there is much he could tell you, a lot he doesn’t share on purpose, and some things he never mentions because he’s not proud of them.

At first, you are worried because he doesn’t let you in. You aren’t used to having someone in your life who keeps so much hidden from you, especially someone you slowly, over time, start to share everything with, from a cup of coffee over breakfast, over a cigarette during a hasty lunch break, to sighs and moans, joined hands and heartbeats under the cover of the night. Especially someone you slowly but surely find yourself falling in love with, someone you want to share your life with, but also someone who doesn’t seem to feel the same way, who keeps a part of himself hidden behind tailored suits and starched shirts. It makes you nervous and wary when he never answers your questions, it hurts you when he changes the subject, sometimes quite cruelly, but over time you begin to see this arrangement as something enjoyable.

In all your previous relationships, you’d mostly talked about work, discussed your day, asked boring questions to get boring answers from your partner. Maybe that is the reason why they never lasted – you were so preoccupied with involving each other in your professional lives that you never focused on the personal aspect of your relationships. But with Javi you’re forced to talk about something else, about anything else, books, movies, music, travels, that little dog you saw on the street today, how your mother is doing, the sock that has gotten lost in the dryer. And you love this about him, love how you’d gotten to know an entirely different version of him than most people know. Granted, he doesn’t watch a lot of movies and he doesn’t listen to a lot of music, he hardly ever has time to read, but he’s seen the world, he tells you stories you don’t bore of hearing repeatedly, while your fingers lay entwined on his broad chest, the warmth of his skin seeping into your body, his breath tickling your hand, while he talks, and you listen. Sometimes, on the rare occasion he cooks for you, he tells you about his childhood, about how his mother taught him to kill a chicken (“If you can eat it, you can kill it”), about how is father gave him his first beer to drink when he was eight (“It’ll make a man out of you”), about how his grandmother showed him which spices to use for what dish (“Never mix garlic and lemon juice, it’ll turn the garlic green”). It’s moments like these where you feel he trusts you. You don’t need him to give you a detailed rundown of his day, to tell you how badly his morning coffee tasted, how boring his meeting was, how much his colleagues annoyed him. Getting to know this personal side of him, the one you know he doesn’t usually share, that’s enough for you.

You trust him, and he trusts you.

His withdrawnness when it comes to his work is the reason you’re completely caught by surprise when you’re over at his place one cloudy Saturday afternoon for a late lunch and he mentions work. You’re the one cooking this time, a stew your grandmother taught you to make, and while you wait for it to finish simmering, you sit at his small kitchen table, lost in idle conversation. And no matter how idle those conversations get, talking to Javi is never boring, and that is one of the things you love about him. But when he does mention work – and nothing prompts it, no probing questions on your part about a torn shirt you find lying discarded on his couch, no need to share something with you out of weariness and frustration on his part – you are immediately snapping to attention. It’s infuriating how he does it, casually, while he fills a glass with tap water for you.

“There’s this girl at work,” he says, and your ears prick up at the word work, immediately on guard. He turns off the water but doesn’t turn to look at you when he continues. “I think … I think you would … like her.”

It’s so uncharacteristic of him to be this careful, almost flustered – is that a flush you see creeping up his neck? He’s usually very assured, he usually has no trouble making eye contact, he usually says what he needs to say with as little or as many words as he sees fit. So when he stammers and blushes like this, you can’t help but smile. You can guess, of course, what this is about. You’ve mentioned a few times that you miss your friends back home, that you sometimes feel lonely and wish you had more people to talk to. And he remembered, he listened to you and he remembered, which makes a warmth spread from your chest to your limbs, and the corners of your eyes crinkle with a soft smile.

“Is that so?” you ask teasingly.

He turns around and takes the two steps to close the distance between the sink and the table. You take the glass from him as soon as he stands in front of you.

“She’s … nice,” he tries to elaborate. He sits down next to you and takes your hand into his, his skin warm to the touch. His thumb brushes over your knuckles as he watches moisture gather on your glass. It is a hot day, and the windows of his small kitchen are open, allowing for the sounds of the city to drift in, to swirl around the two of you, to give you some background noise to the comfortable silence that sometimes settles between you. “She’s funny,” he continues finally. “Ambitious, too. Junior agent. You have a lot in common.”

That sounds more like the Javi you know; observant, good at reading people, good at making connections. He’s still not looking at you though; it feels like he’s asking you something big, something life-changing, not like he’s trying to help you find a friend.

“Yeah, she sounds nice,” you agree. You raise the glass with your free hand and take a sip of water. “I’d like to meet her.” And even if you shouldn’t get along, there is no harm done. But you feel like you will because Javi is very good at reading people and if he says that this woman is someone you would like to spend time with, you know you will.

“You would?” His head snaps up in surprise, and it makes you smile again. As if you could ever refuse him! And if he’d ask you to move to Antarctica with him, you wouldn’t hesitate. But you can understand his tentativeness because you haven’t technically told him that. Yes, Javi is easy to talk to, but not when it comes to feelings. Those conversations are reserved for the dead hours of the night, for when it feels like you two are the only people in the world, for when you both know you can open up to each other, be at your most vulnerable state without the other person taking advantage of it, of crushing it like a fallen leaf. And you haven’t had many of those conversations yet.

Still, your heart picks up speed at the thought of how he’s looking out for you, of how he met a woman at work and thought to himself that you maybe would like to be her friend, how he was nervous to bring it up because he thought he might have misread your needs. But if there is one thing Javi is brilliant at, the one thing no one else in your life has ever been able to do, it is reading your needs, interpreting them correctly, and then acting accordingly to them, doing everything he can to care for you and look out for you, sometimes even at the expense of his own needs. You wouldn’t be able to tell that about him by looking at him, by hearing how his acquaintances talk about him, but there is a soft side to this man, one you feel very protective of.

You nod with enthusiasm. “Sure, why not? If she’s as great as you say, then I don’t see why we wouldn’t be getting along.” You are very curious to meet this woman. He’s hardly given you any information about her, but still, she sparks your interest.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Good.” He also nods, but when he does it, there is an air of determination to it. It feels like you’ve just agreed to some big plan you don’t fully understand, not to having lunch with one of his colleagues. “Listen, there’s this work thing next Friday.” His voice gets lower with each word, so he pauses to clear his throat. “I think you should come along, meet everyone … officially. She’s also gonna be there, it’s a good opportunity …”

Now you can’t help but giggle. He squeezes your hand, and you squeeze back. “You’re very eager to introduce me to her, aren’t you?” you tease, but there is no malice in your words. You’re actually flattered he’s talking about introducing you to his colleagues, about bridging that divide between private and professional.

Your fondness for him gets lost in translation, and your words fall on different ears than they are intended for. “I’ve been telling everyone at work a lot about you –”

You cut him off with a firm kiss that elicits a low growl from his chest. “Javi, I’m already convinced, okay? No need to lie to me,” you whisper against his lips, your hand brushing against his rough cheek. He has to understand that he doesn’t need to pretend with you, that he can be his true self around you.

He lifts your entwined hands from the tabletop and presses a soft kiss against your knuckles. “I’m not lying.” You want to believe him, but there is a glint in his eyes when he looks up from your hand and locks his gaze to yours. It would be wise to be annoyed with him or tease him in turn, but you can’t help yourself. Every time those brown eyes land on you, you feel a pull towards him you cannot quite explain but also cannot ignore. You have to give in.

Still, you roll your eyes in a valiant attempt to keep up a semblance of dignity before pushing yourself off your chair and onto his lap. Your fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck and you grip it and hold onto it as you carefully roll your hips under the pretense of finding a comfortable position. Both his hands immediately land on your sides and squeeze.

“Then let me give you something to tell them about,” you whisper, your lips right next to his ear, and nothing beats the feeling of pride rushing through you as he pushes his hips up, chasing a tiny bit of friction. You’re sure it’s basic instinct, something he can’t quite control, and you love nothing more than making him let go.

***

You thought you would be meeting Javi’s colleagues at a bar, but then you find yourself in front of a nice restaurant. It’s the only place in town that sells good burgers, or at least that’s what the man at your side tells you. You were planning on getting pleasantly drunk, not making conversation while trying to coordinate a knife and fork, but you think you’ll manage as long as you stick to your companion.  

But something about Javi feels off tonight. He nervously fixed his tie in your hallway mirror when he picked you up (usually he doesn’t care about the state of his tie’s knot), he didn’t talk to you much during the drive to the restaurant (usually he points out little details he notices about the city or takes this opportunity to compliment you), and now he keeps fiddling with the cuff of your blouse as he leads you up the stairs to the restaurant’s entrance.

You’re also nervous, mostly because you haven’t met any of the people you’re about to be introduced to, and you don’t know if you’ll have something in common with them or if you’ll spend your evening sitting alone in some dark corner nursing one fancy cocktail after the other. If there’s one thing you’re not good at, it’s going into a situation unprepared, and Javi did nothing to help you build up some expectations about what to expect from tonight. To be fair, you didn’t ask. You didn’t ask about the colleagues you’re about to meet, you didn’t ask where you were going to meet them, and you didn’t ask about the woman he is planning on introducing to you. The reason for your silence? You didn’t want to annoy him, show him just how insecure you are.

But you feel oh so apprehensive about this evening. Your positions are reversed now – suddenly it is you who thinks it might not be such a good idea to mix personal and private. You have no answer as to why you feel like this. It is just a dull sensation in the pit of your stomach that makes your hands feel cold even though it’s a hot, humid evening. It makes you want to turn to the man at your side and ask him to go home. But you won’t. Because despite the dread you’re feeling you’re kind of excited at the prospect of meeting this new colleague he mentioned to you. There is an air of mystery around her that intrigues you because he hasn’t talked about her since that afternoon almost a week ago. And you appreciate the gesture of him biting the bullet and mixing the two sides of the coin that is Javier Peña so you can find a friend.

Once you make it inside, Javi leads you to a group of people who are already standing together in a cluster. The introductions are over way too fast, and you don’t remember a single name. Most of the men you meet look the same to you – they’re wearing suits in different shades of blue and grey and brown, broad, colorful ties, and big smiles. You’re smiling too as you shake their hands, while Javi introduces you to them as his girlfriend, and you know he would because he told you he would, but it still makes you feel warm and tingly, and it cements your right to be here by his side. You’re pretty sure you keep smiling at him like a lovesick teenager, but you don’t care. He’s smiling too, keeping close to you, a hand at the small of your back or on your elbow, his chest always right behind you for you to fall back into should you seek comfort.

Sometimes, you feel him stiffen behind you when a few of his colleagues crack jokes about how you were able to tie down the elusive Javier Peña. He rolls his eyes at their remarks, but you laugh along. You know about his reputation, you know about his past relations with other women, but you don’t mind. Why should you? You also don’t mind his colleagues’ reactions – all you care about is that this feels right at the moment and you wouldn’t change it for anything. But you do understand a bit better why Javi was wary of you meeting his colleagues.

To your relief, there is enough to drink, and soon you find yourself standing at Javi’s side, a bottle of beer in your hand, while you listen to him talk to a man about ten years his senior. You don’t understand much of what they are saying – they’re using so many abbreviations it sounds like code – but Javi stands with his hip cocked to one side so he’s leaning close to you, and you enjoy feeling the ghostly shadow of him by your side. Since he doesn’t like to talk about his job, you enjoy seeing this relatively unknown aspect of him, this other man who’s like a stranger to you, who talks with so much confidence and poise that you cannot help but listen to his every word. And you understand why he seems to be so admired among his colleagues, why they were eager to shake his hand when you arrived, why they seek out his company, why they wave at him from the other side of the room. He’s good at what he does, competent, capable, he knows how to be in charge of a situation without obtruding, and you feel such a strong pull towards this side of him you have to take a big swig from your beer bottle to hide how much this is affecting you. The last thing you need is him teasing you about it.

But before your behavior exposes your desires, he suddenly moves away, and you’re pulled after him, not so much in motion but in attention. He’s spotted someone, a woman, and he’s leaning down to press a light kiss to her right cheek before turning to you.

“This is Katie,” he introduces her, and there’s something in the way he says those three words that makes you pause. You smile at her as you shake her hand, but then your gaze flickers back to Javi who suddenly looks at you like he did in his kitchen six days ago, unsure yet with an edge of something more, something you can’t fully grasp, and then you know.

This is the woman. This is this girl at work that he thinks you’re going to like.

You turn your attention back to her to look at her, to see what he’s seeing. She’s shorter than both you, with long, brown hair that she wears in open waves. You think she has a winning smile and kind eyes, and you immediately want to get to know her better. She compliments your blouse, she makes a joke about something Javi did at work the other day, she’s even holding a bottle of your favorite beer. She seems to be all Javi promised her to be.

Then why is he looking at you so nervously, like a small boy bringing home a teacher’s note?

Javi introduces you as his girlfriend, and Katie doesn’t miss a beat before she says, “Oh, he’s told me a lot about you,” with one of the biggest smiles you’ve ever seen.

“He has?” you ask. You’re not fishing for compliments. You’re genuinely surprised, since you hadn’t expected him to be sharing his private life with his colleagues, much like he doesn’t share his professional one with you. The thought of him talking about you with this woman who is standing in front of you, makes you smile. You decide to tease him about it. “You two spend a lot of time together then?”

Katie’s smile flickers, if only for a short second. “No, it’s not –,” she starts, but Javi interrupts her before she can finish.

“Katie likes fishing,” he says.

It catches you completely off-guard, as does the look on his face. He raises a hand and lets his fingers run over his lips, something he always does when he’s nervous, while he waits for your answer.

“I do,” Katie says with an enthusiastic nod.

You have no idea what’s going on, but you decide to play along. “I go fishing with my dad whenever I’m in the States,” you tell them.

“Oh, that’s nice,” Katie exclaims, and it should, by all means, sound like something she’s only saying to be polite, but it doesn’t. Instead, it sounds like she means it. “Where are you from?”

“North Carolina,” you answer. It’s something you don’t talk about often because it’s not interesting. If you were from California or New York, people would follow up this revelation with questions and stories of their own. But North Carolina? You always feel a bit embarrassed about mentioning it.

But Katie’s reply is something you haven’t heard before. “You don’t sound like you’re from North Carolina.”

Maybe you should be offended – you don’t know what she’s implying with this – but for some reason it just makes you laugh. “Thanks,” you say.

“No, oh my God,” she backtracks immediately, “I didn’t mean to offend you …”

“You didn’t,” you assure her with a dismissive wave of your hand. You glance at Javi then, and he’s following your conversation like a cop watching his partner interrogate a suspect, like he’s afraid of missing just one syllable of what you are saying. His whole body is rigid, his hands are balled into fists at his side, and his face is a mask of pure concentration. “So,” you start again, turning back to Katie, “what has he been telling you about me?”

Several tables have been put together to stand along three walls of one of the biggest rooms in the restaurant. As you sit down and skim the menu, Katie answers your question. Javi speaks of you differently than most of their colleagues speak about their wives or girlfriends. When he talks about you, it doesn’t feel like he would rather do anything else than spend time with you. Quite the opposite, in fact. It makes your face grow hot. You try to distract yourself by ordering your meal, by changing the subject (“So, tell me, Katie, where are you from?”), by watching Javi talk to a middle-aged woman next to him, by watching Javi make her smile.

Katie tells you everything you want to know, answers all your questions in great detail, but always turns the attention back to you. When you ask her about her favorite music, she asks you about yours. When you ask her about her family, she asks you about yours. When you ask her what made her take a job in Colombia, she asks you about how you came to be here. It is a dialogue, not a monologue. She tells you about her brothers back home, about how one is a bank manager while the other went into environmentalism. She tells you she’s always wanted to go to Europe, and she hopes her next DEA assignment will finally get her there. She also tells you about her work for the DEA, about how she spends most of her days in the office, but also about how Javi took her along on a raid recently.

And you realize Javi was right. You do like her. She’s pleasant company, she’s educated but not in that stuck-up way most of Javi’s colleagues are. When you admit that you have no idea who the current Attorney General is, she doesn’t look at you like you just said you enjoy drowning kittens. She just brushes it off and changes the subject. When you tell her about a book you’ve been reading, she takes a small notepad from her bag and jots down the title and author, telling you she’ll check it out. And you truly believe she will.

When you’ve finished most of the food on your plate, she excuses herself to go to the bathroom. You check your watch, surprised that it’s already this late. Your gaze wanders over to where Javi is now talking to two young men who hang on his every word. But he’s glancing at you, a question on his face. You mouth, “What?” but he just shrugs. If he’s still worried you won’t like Katie, he has no reason to. You’re having a very pleasant evening.

When Katie gets back, Javi glances between the two of you, running his finger over his lips again. You just smile at him and, with ease, pick up the conversation with Katie once more. Maybe you should talk to someone else for a change, but Katie doesn’t seem to be bored by your company either, so you have no desire to change anything about your current situation.

Towards the end of the night, you too find yourself in the bathroom. You’re tired, but pleasantly sated, yawning while you wash your hands. You can’t wait to curl up next to Javi tonight and tell him about how much you loved talking to Katie. But you’re also not quite ready for this night to be over yet.

When you step out of the bathroom, Javi is there, waiting for you in the cramped space of the dimly lit hallway. You jump, caught off-guard, but when he shoots you an awkward glance, you can’t help but giggle.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” he asks. He’s curling the fingers of his right hand into a tight fist and releases them again, over and over. It’s another one of his nervous ticks, one he does when he’s trying to relieve tension.

“Sure, what’s up?” you reply, trying to sound casual.

Javi looks nervous, so maybe you’ve fucked up. Maybe you did something or said something, and one of his colleagues saw or heard and complained to Javi about you. You swallow hard, trying to keep the smile on your face.

“Are you having fun?” he asks next.

“Yes, of course.”

“And the food?”

“Am I enjoying the food?” you try to clarify. “Sure.”

“And Katie? You like her?”

This makes you laugh. “Yes, I like her. What’s this about, Javi?”

He doesn’t reply, just shoots you a look, pregnant with meaning.

“What?” you ask, and finally stop smiling. “Do you want me to say I don’t like her?”

“No, no,” he says, too quickly. “I’m just –”

You interrupt him. “I know you’re nervous about me liking her, but you don’t have to be. She’s really nice.” He still doesn’t look convinced. “I’m gonna ask her if she wants to meet up for coffee.”

“There’s something …,” he starts before clearing his throat. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

“Do you want to get coffee with me?” you tease him.

“It’s about Katie,” he answers.

“Sure.”

He takes a deep breath and then breaks eye contact with you, focusing his attention on the wall behind you. “I would like to ask her to join us …,” he says very slowly, making sure you catch every word, “… in bed … tonight.”

Still, you’re not sure you’ve understood him correctly. “What?”

“Just if you want to,” he clarifies.

That doesn’t really answer your question, or any of the other, and there are a lot, but you don’t know where to begin. “Katie?” you say, trying to encompass everything you’re feeling with this single question.

You look past Javi to where she’s sitting, watching the people around her with interest. And then something drops – you’re not sure you’d call it a penny because it feels smaller than that, but you suddenly remember having talked about inviting someone into your bed to see what it would be like. The conversation happened a few weeks ago, after Javi had fucked you for what felt like hours. You had lost count of the number of orgasms you’ve had, but still he didn’t seem to be satisfied. You hadn’t thought much of it then. All you remember is agreeing to give it a try; your fucked-out brain would have agreed to anything. But you had no idea Javi already had someone in mind, you had no idea he’d brought it up thinking of Katie. And suddenly the tone he had used to talk about her in his kitchen a week ago sounds a lot different to you.

Javi’s silent, staring at you with his big, brown eyes, patiently waiting for an answer, while you’re trying to wrap your head around this proposition.

And your mind is racing. You did say yes to the idea of it when he asked you about it, but he just sprung this on you, and it’s so much more than an idea now, it’s a plan, one he’s fully prepared to set in motion. He’s talking about tonight, he’s talking about leaving here and taking her home with you and doing this … tonight. You haven’t been given a chance to prepare for this, you don’t know how you feel about it, how you’re supposed to feel, so you decide to try something.

“Would you like that?” you ask him.

He nods.

“Why her?” you want to know.

“I think she’s nice, pretty, …,” he answers with a non-committal shrug.

“I thought you wanted her to be my friend,” you remind him.

“Of course, I want that,” he’s quick to assure you. “I want you two to get along.”

You reach up to grab his tie then. “Javier, are you sure about this?” you ask with emphasis.

His eyes open wide at this. “Yes.”

You feel a familiar tingling between your legs at hearing his breath hitch. Before you let this go too far, you look over at Katie again and try to imagine her in bed between the two of you, but you can’t. You have no idea how you would even start thinking about this, so you focus on something else, something you’re familiar with, something steady: Javi.

“All right,” you agree. “But there’s some rules I want us to follow.”

“Is that a yes?” he asks and it sounds so incredulous you almost smile.

“Yes, just –”

But he crowds you against the wall, pushes you back against the bricks before you can finish the sentence.

“What –,” you start.

Then he kisses you in a way that’s meant for the privacy of your bedroom, not a public restaurant. You kiss him back tentatively because you don’t want to encourage him too much. He comes even closer, and you feel something brush against your leg.

A smirk spreads across your face. “Why didn’t you say something?” you ask between kisses.

“I am saying something,” he points out.

“Yeah, but sooner.”

He shrugs again, then goes in for another kiss. You hold him back.

“Javi, stop,” you say in a firm voice. “Just listen to me for a minute, okay?”

He nods.

“You have to ask her,” you insist. “I’m not doing it, all right?”

He nods.

“And I don’t …,” you lower your voice, “want you inside of her. Is that clear?”

He nods.

“I’ll be in charge,” you go on. “I’ll decide what we’re doing.”

The “fine” he gives you as an answer is accompanied by a deep rumbling in his chest.

“And she’s not staying over. I don’t care how late it gets, she’s leaving afterwards.” You feel like you need to set these boundaries if you want this to work.

“Can I take her home?” he asks.

“Yes,” you answer.

He licks his lips. “Yeah, okay.”

***

You’re in the car. Javi is driving, you’re next to him, watching the lights of the city drift by. Your heartbeat is louder than the sound of the engine, you expect Katie to remark on it any second now, to ask if everything’s okay. But she doesn’t. She’s talking about a book she’s reading, one you’ve also read (and loved) but you can’t bring yourself to hold a conversation. Katie doesn’t pick up on the shift in atmosphere, and if she does, she doesn’t comment on it. But you feel like there’s a deadly snake resting between your feet, one that will bite if you make a single wrong move.

There is a difference between talking about inviting Katie home with you in a room full of people where it’s just a theoretical concept and actually doing it.

Javi agreed to be the one to ask her. But he’s kept quiet so far. All he did was offer Katie a ride home, which she accepted with a big smile on her face. You glance over at Javi as he’s driving, his face alternating between being aflame in golden lighting and hidden in complete darkness. You can see the tension in his facial expression by the way he furrows his brow, but when he glances over at you there is something in his gaze – reassurance, yes, but also an edge of something you can’t quite put your finger on. You tell yourself his eyes are only this dark because your environment is. And suddenly you don’t feel like you’re in danger anymore; suddenly you want to exploit this situation, exploit the power it gives you over him.

You turn around to look at Katie, who’s sitting in the seat behind Javi. She just ended a long explanation about a character’s motivation by saying, “… you know,” and you nod to signal you’ve been listening, even though you haven’t.

If Javi doesn’t want to bring it up, you have to. Because the more you think about it, the more you want to do this, and you don’t want to rely on a man who can’t make the first move.

“Katie, I was wondering …,” you start, and immediately Javi’s right hand leaves the wheel, and his fingers dig into your thigh. You inhale sharply at the sensation but continue, “… are you seeing anyone?” Javi loosens his hold on you but doesn’t let go completely.

Katie shakes her head, then bites her lip bottom lip. “You know,” she says then lowers her voice, “I actually had my eyes on …,” she nods at Javi, “but please don’t think –”

You interrupt her. “No, please, Katie, it’s fine.” You smile at the man next to you, who shakes his head ever so slightly. “I completely understand.”

“Yeah,” Katie sighs and shakes her head so her hair tumbles down over one shoulder. “There are actually a few broken hearts at the office.”

That makes you laugh, if only because Javi looks utterly miserable. “I think he’s secretly enjoying that,” you whisper in a conspiratorial tone of voice.

Javi makes a sound of warning, one that tells you to shut up.

“Javi, I’m kidding,” you say with a light laugh. It’s only half the truth. You know him. You know he enjoys the attention.

Katie, too, starts to apologize, but you interrupt her again.

“Please, you have nothing to apologize for, he can take it.” You wonder if you should press your luck, if you should rile him up a bit more, and you decide it’s the right thing to do. “Don’t tell me you don’t enjoy the attention, Javi. Broken hearts … women pining for you …”

Javi makes another sound of warning. “It’s not like that,” he says through gritted teeth.

“What’s it like then?” you challenge.

Katie interrupts your stand-off before Javi can reply. “You guys, this is me, actually,” she says, pointing at the dark shape of an apartment building at the end of the block.

You turn around to face her again. “Katie, would you like to come up for a cup of coffee? Javi lives just down the street.”

“You sure?” Katie looks at Javi when she asks.

The knuckles on Javi’s hands are white from clutching the steering wheel.

“Of course,” you say, nodding eagerly.

“Yeah, all right,” Katie agrees.

You’re all quiet until you reach Javi’s apartment building. He gets out to open the garage door, then drives the car inside. You can’t help but notice that he still hasn’t asked, and you feel yourself getting nervous and antsy. If he doesn’t do it soon, you’ll definitely be the one to bring it up.

As soon as the car is parked, Katie gets out and shuts the door behind her with a dull bang.

Javi turns in his seat so he’s facing you. “What was that?” he asks.

“Ask her,” you tell him. “Now. Or I’m gonna do it.”

“What?” he snaps.

“I was trying to give you an opening,” you explain, as calmly as possible. Why does this have to be so complicated? “Like a scene partner, you know? Set up everything, so you can ask her.”

“Well, you weren’t doing a good job.”

“Gee, thanks,” you say, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I’m gonna do it,” Javi tells you, his voice much softer now, “just give me time.”

“How much longer do you need?” you want to know. “She almost had us drop her off at her flat.”

“I’m doing it,” Javi sighs, “just … go away.”

All the tension in you leaves your body in one big wave and you smile softly at him. “Javi, are you nervous?”

He shoots you a stern look.

You raise your hands defensively. “All right, I’m going.”

You both get out of the car, and while you walk towards the exit to the stairwell, your steps echoing through the underground parking lot, you hear Javi say, “Katie, do you have a minute?”

You stop once you reach the door, lingering in the shadows, your eyes on Javi and Katie. You watch them talk, but you cannot hear what they’re saying; they’re too far away and standing too closely together for the sound to carry all the way to you. All you can tell is that he’s explaining something to her, and when he grows quiet, he cocks his hip, arms akimbo. Then he nods at you.

You have to admit you’re more nervous than you want Javi to know. So much could go wrong. What if she starts shouting at you? What if she storms off? She’s still Javi’s colleague, he would still have to work with her. What were you thinking? Why did you agree to this? Why didn’t you ask a complete stranger? It would certainly have made things a lot less awkward.

Katie is also looking at you, just for a moment, but it’s enough time for her to take you in, from head to toe, and then she looks back at Javi. She says something, something you can’t hear, and he nods. Then she nods, too.

***

You’re on Javi’s couch, Katie is sitting next to you, another bottle of beer in her hand, while Javi has made himself comfortable in an old leather armchair. You’ve been sipping on a glass of water for the past 15 minutes while you’ve been listening to them talk about work. Neither of you has mentioned anything about the proposition, and you have no idea how to bring it up again. Yes, you want to be in charge, but you had hoped Javi would do more than just ask. You had hoped he would initiate something … anything.

But instead, they’re both relaxed and at ease, talking about some new regulations that have been introduced recently, while you try to find a way into the conversation, while you try to find something more elegant than, “Well, anyway, do you guys wanna take this to the bedroom?”

Luckily, there’s only so much time you can spend discussing regulations on car safety, and soon a tense silence settles over the room, settles between you, waiting to be cut, to be torn apart, and you know that this is your chance.

“So,” you start, and immediately both Javi and Katie turn their heads to look at you. You take a sip from your water before continuing. “Katie, there’s some things –”

She interrupts you immediately. “I know, Javi told me. I’m fine with it.”

You take a deep breath. “Yes, I just want us to go over it one more time, to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

God, why do you sound so awkward? This isn’t supposed to be a business negotiation and yet it feels like one. You don’t want to alienate Katie by insisting on those rules, but you need something to hold on to once you get started.

“I’m gonna be in charge,” you say quickly. “I hope Javi mentioned that.”

“He did,” Katie confirms with a nod.

“And I want you to leave once this is over.” It sounds mean, but it’s too late to phrase it nicer now.

“Yeah, sure,” Katie says, her expression neutral. “No problem.”

“I’m open to trying anything,” you go on. “But the minute someone feels uncomfortable with something, we stop. All right?” You look at both of them for confirmation. They both nod. “I need a verbal confirmation, please.”

“Yes,” Javi says, “we stop.”

“Of course,” Katie agrees.

“And there’s one more thing,” you say, trying to work up the courage to address it. You know it’s silly to be nervous about it, especially since you all just agreed to be open with one another, and since Javi already knows about it, but you still feel apprehension at the thought of bringing it up.

“Yeah, I know,” Katie says before you can continue. “No penetration.”

She says it so matter-of-factly, in the same tone of voice she used to talk about the new regulations that suddenly you feel like there won’t be any problems at all.

“I’m fine with fingers,” you say quickly, “just not …”

“Yes, and I’m completely fine with that,” Katie assures you.

You have no idea how she does it, how she can sit there and talk about this without flinching. Maybe you’re the problem; maybe you need to relax more. You enjoyed your evening talking to Katie, you enjoyed getting to know here, so there is nothing to indicate you’re not going to enjoy this. Katie is certainly set on enjoying herself, judging by the way her eyes roam over Javi, practically undressing him with her gaze.

And suddenly, you don’t feel shy at all. You feel brave and bold, and entirely not yourself as you lean closer to Katie and, before you can change your mind, capture her bottom lip between your lips. Katie makes a surprised sound, but then her hand is at the nape of your neck as she pulls you close. You can taste the beer lingering on her lips as you pry them open with your tongue, and you feel her gasp softly against your skin, and you just know that this won’t be a problem at all. You feel bolder with each passing second, not breaking the kiss when you rest your hand against her thigh, and she’s not breaking the kiss when you move it higher up to cup one of her breasts. All that catches your attention is a sharp intake of breath somewhere behind you. Katie hears it, too, and it makes her break the kiss.

“So, where’s the bedroom?” she asks, putting down her beer.

***

Javi’s bedroom is dark, except for the occasional flicker of light from a passing car that illuminates the walls and the bed for a few short moments. Neither of you switches on the light as you enter. It is a quiet procession, slightly awkward, as if you all don’t quite know how to approach this. You still feel apprehensive, but this feeling is slowly being replaced by giddy excitement, by adrenaline and arousal mixing together to form a dangerous, explosive cocktail you long to control but you also want to see ignited. You try to breathe in deeply, slowly, but your throat feels tight as your heart beats loudly against your ribcage.

You want this, you have to remind yourself, and it’s not the act itself you’re thinking about, but what you discussed just a few minutes ago. You wanted to be in charge, you tell yourself as both Javi and Katie look at you, their faces hidden behind thick shadows.

Katie looks as nervous as you feel. You’re all new to this, but she’s not as used to hiding her emotions behind a solid mask as Javi is. She glances at you, then back at him, waiting for you to say something. Or for him to do something. You were so brave and determined in the other room, as if you knew exactly what you were doing. You were another person. But now this feels solid and real, not something you just talk about with Javi to see the heat in his gaze. They actually expect you to do something, to guide them, and you’re not sure you can do it.

Javi, ever observant, ever determined to look out for you, senses your insecurity. Of course he does, how could he not? He is focused on you, it feels like you’re the only person here who matters to him, like this is about you and no one else. He takes a step forward until he’s a hand's width away from you, then pulls you close into a deep kiss, one that leaves you breathless within seconds. His tongue is everywhere, and his teeth nip and bite at your lip and neck until all you can do is cling to the collar of his shirt to help you ground yourself. He pushes you up against the nearest wall until you’re trapped between two solid entities. You’ve never felt safer and more sheltered. Your initial insecurity blows off as you lose yourself in the attention he’s paying you. His hands are eager to explore, roaming across your chest, pulling open your blouse with so much force you hear one of the buttons hitting the floor somewhere. You don’t mind; all you want is for him to keep going.

He does, forcing you to spread your legs so he can push one of his strong thighs between them, and you obey willingly, while you press sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against the hot skin of his neck, against the bulging vein that protrudes when you let your fingers brush against his chest and stomach, trailing lower and lower, eager to reach their goal. Before they can, he pushes up his thigh and you grind down onto it, both of you moaning from the strain and the tension of it. You can feel your slick coating your underwear, you’re sure he can feel the heat through the fabric of both your trousers, and it only spurs him on – he takes a hold of your hips and urges you to keep moving. You do, your eyes fluttering shut, as your entire world is reduced to that sweet friction as you chase your pleasure, completely lost in the moment.

But then his mouth is right next to your ear and he whispers something, his voice raspy and raw, and your whole body trembles.

“Look at you,” he says, and you feel the words reverberating in his chest. “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you breathe out in a whispered pant. “God, yes.”

He pushes up his thigh again and you let out a moan that fills the entire room.

His lips are still right next to your ear, you can feel his breath tickle your sensitive skin. “Can I kiss her?” he asks. “Will you let me?”

You can’t tell if it’s that he’s so close to you, so overwhelmingly close and solid and present, or if it’s the pleading edge to his voice when he asks you, but something makes you vibrate with desire and all you can do is nod quickly, your head connecting to the wall with a dull thud. You don’t even feel it.

He pulls you in for another kiss, taking his time with you, and you taste him, inhale his scent, drink him down, before you pull back with a soft chuckle. “Go,” you whisper, “she might get bored.”

“Yes,” he agrees, and presses another soft kiss to your lips. “I want you to take off your clothes, all right?” His thumb brushes over your cheek when he quickly cups your face. “Get comfortable …,” he hesitates, “… and if you want us to stop …”

“No!” you interrupt him. “No, please.”

The smirk spreading across his face is too cocksure for your taste, and while he’s turning away from you, you’re already trying to come up with a plan to get back at him.

Your skin still burns, it feels like your whole body, every cell, is on fire, your lungs struggle to draw in air to keep you alive. You’re sure you look like a mess, your fingers tingle and your legs shake, and you just can’t explain it, why he suddenly has this effect on you. You’re attracted to him, more than you’ve ever been to another man before, and he makes you feel so good whenever he touches you and fucks you, but this is new.

Your eyes never leave his back as he steps over to where Katie is standing completely still, as he pulls her close by her wrist, cups her cheek, his fingers tangling in her long hair, and then his lips are on hers, and she melts against him. You listen to her soft moans and his rough pants as they explore each other, and suddenly your body burns up with longing again, longing to be touched and kissed, longing to pull out those same sounds from someone else. You watch as he undresses her with adept hands, as he roughly cups one of her breasts and she mewls, satisfaction flashing across his face, as he shoves one hand between her legs, then turns to you with a satisfied grin.

He doesn’t have to say it. You know.

You hurry to get out of your clothes while Javi does the same. Katie is leaning against the wall, her body trembling, and you know how she feels, you know about the burning between her legs, about the heartbeat pounding in her ears. You’re all too familiar with the effects of his touch, his kisses, his filthy words whispered against sweat-slicked skin. But she’s been hit by it without a chance to prepare herself. When another car drives past, you get a glimpse of her flushed skin and the glimmer in her unfocused eyes, and yours flutter shut for a second in response as your hands curl into fists.

If this is what Javi gets to see when he touches you it’s not surprising he does it so often.

He takes your hand and leads you to the bed, helps you settle down comfortably. Katie follows, her gaze fixed on Javi’s hard cock, eyes wide.

“No,” he says, as if he can read her mind. “She’s first.”

It’s against your deal, against the rules you set for this to work. He shouldn’t be in charge, you should be, you should tell them what comes next, how to approach this. But when one of his hands grips your thigh and pulls so your legs spread and you hear a hissed breath as he looks at the evidence of your arousal slick and glistening between your legs, you lose all will to take charge. Instead, you let your head fall back and wait, wait for him.

And then there’s something else, too; Katie, on your other side, much smaller, less imposing, but there, smelling sweet and clean where Javi’s scent is heavy and choking. She settles down comfortably next to you, her body pressed against yours, and before you can get used to the feeling of her own arousal against your leg, she softly moves your head, so you look at her, and then she’s kissing you hungrily. Suddenly, her sweet scent is all you breathe and taste, her soft lips against your own ignite something deep within you, something you already felt back in the living room but which you pushed down for the time being because it wasn’t the right place. Now it is, and you pull back and push one of your legs between hers, watching how her jaw tightens, how her eyes open wide, and then she starts rolling her hips, coating your skin with her slick. You tangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck and force her to look down, to watch herself, and when she does, you’re suddenly filled with two of Javi’s fingers, stretching you open.

A hoarse moan escapes your throat as he pulls them out again but immediately replaces them with three. You’re used to it, used to his thick, strong fingers stretching you, but you’re so wound up and on edge that it almost feels overwhelming. There are tears pricking at the corners of your eyes, but then you feel Katie’s lips against your neck, and it brings you back down.  

Somewhere above you, Javi huffs. “You’re so wet,” he says, his voice unbelievably deep and rough and it makes a shudder run through you from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You want to come up with a witty retort, but you can’t, not when you hear what he says next. “Do you want to feel her, Katie?”

“Can I?” Katie whispers against your neck, but before the question has left her mouth in its entirety, you’re already replying.

“Yes, fuck,” you moan, trying to push up your hips to take Javi’s fingers in deeper.

He grips you with his free hand and pushes you back into the mattress. And then you feel the much softer touch of Katie’s fingers against your stomach, stroking you soothingly. She even whispers a soft, “Shh,” against the shell of your ear, and you squirm in reply, but then she finds your clit and softly circles it, once, twice, and you go limp at the same time as she bites down on your neck to muffle a breathless, “Fuck.”

You share that sentiment. Her fingers feel nothing like Javi’s. They’re softer both in touch and pressure but combined with his three still buried deep inside of you, still fucking into you with wet, obscene noises, you feel like you’ve found Heaven on Earth. You’re close, every muscle in your body tenses, and you close your eyes with a deep groan.

Suddenly, Javi’s hand closes around your jaw and he pulls. “Look at me,” he demands. “I want to see you.”

Reluctantly, you open your eyes, but then you see it. Javi is looking at you like he usually does, with amazement and want, but there is also a different edge to it, something between unrestrained lust and uninhibited pride, and something like adoration too, and he’s never looked at you like that before. It’s enough to push you over the edge and you come with a hoarse cry, tightening around his fingers, pushing him even deeper into you, and this time Katie has to hold you in place with a firm grip as he continues to fuck you with three wet fingers, fuck you through your orgasm, the muscles on his arm taut with the effort.  

Only when you hiss and try to move away does he stop. He leans down to press a soft kiss against your temple as you shudder and try to catch your breath. Katie’s hand moves up to stroke across your stomach in lazy circles, while she presses small kisses along the underside of your jaw. You swallow hard and close your eyes – you have never, never, felt like this after an orgasm; you feel so open and vulnerable with both of them doting on you like this, but you also feel safe and secure. The only thing that’s missing is a feeling of deep satisfaction, and you might have an idea how to achieve that.

“You all right?”

It takes you a moment to realize Javi has addressed you, but once this information registers with you, you nod slowly. “Just give me a second,” you answer, your voice raw. You clear your throat and the movement stings.

Did you scream? You probably did but you don’t remember.

Javi relaxes, sits up, and carefully pulls out his fingers. You hadn’t even realized they were still inside of you, and you hiss at the sudden feeling of emptiness. He only smirks at you, a lopsided grin that ignites another spark of desire deep in your belly.

“Lie down,” you tell him, your voice still hoarse and dry.

He looks at you, a question on his face.

“Come on,” you urge him, pushing yourself up on your elbows so you’re closer to him. “Lie down on your back.”

He does as he’s told, lying down on your right side next to Katie who’s still cuddled up to you, still trying to kiss your neck, your shoulders, anywhere she can reach. But your eyes are on Javi, and on the unreadable expression on his face. There is definitely some curiosity there, some inquisitiveness, and you haven’t forgotten – you haven’t forgotten about wanting to get back at him.

With a finger under Katie’s chin, you tilt her head up to kiss her, a slow kiss that quickly turns into something more. She grips your arm and holds on as you take your time with her, exploring her mouth, exploring all the ways you can make her sigh and whimper. By the time you pull away, she’s a quivering mess and you can’t blame her, especially not once you realize why her moans have grown louder and more desperate during the last few minutes.

Javi’s hand is between her thighs, and you see him move two fingers in and out of her at a leisurely pace. This sight – his thick fingers, the same ones that were buried so deep inside of you only minutes ago, now coated in her slick – makes you bite back a moan that’s trying to force its way out of your chest. You lock eyes with Javi as he pushes a third finger into her and she drops her head onto your shoulder with a strangled sigh; there’s a challenge in his gaze, one you’re ready to accept.

You run your fingers through Katie’s hair and watch Javi continue what he’s doing, listen to the obscenely wet sounds his movements make, and whisper soothing words to the woman by your side, whisper to her how good she is for you, how well she’s taking it, how pretty she looks on display for you like that. You know Javi can hear you, you see his cock twitch when you ask, “Would you like him to taste you?” and her breathlessly replying, “Yes.”

Javi moves to get up, but you quickly put a stop to this by shaking your head. “No,” you say, “we’re doing this my way.”

Yes, there’s definitely curiosity in his gaze, but you also don’t think his eyes have ever been this dark before.

You softly kiss Katie again, then say, “Hey,” in the quietest voice you can muster, giving the circumstances. “Look at me.”

Katie opens her eyes and gazes at you, her brow knit tightly, her eyes glazed over with lust. The sight makes you bite your lip, and her gaze immediately flickers down to where your teeth dig into the soft flesh.

“Are you all right?” you ask her.

She nods slowly.

“If there’s something you don’t feel comfortable with, just tell me.”

She swallows and nods again. You have a feeling she wants to say something but doesn’t trust her voice.

You nod too. “Get up,” you say, giving the softness in your voice an edge to show her this isn’t up for debate.

Javi slowly pulls his fingers out of her and you see her thighs quiver at the loss. You help her into a kneeling position.

“He’s gonna taste you now, all right?” you ask, making sure everyone is on board with what’s going to happen next. “I’m going to take care of him, so I don’t want you to worry about that. But you’re going to look at me the whole time.”

Her eyes widen as she realizes what you mean, and you hear Javi inhale sharply behind her. You let them find a position that is comfortable for them while you move to settle between Javi’s legs. His cock is an angry, red color and you cannot wait to feel the weight of it in your hand, to give him some of the relief he’s craving. He’s been so good for you – for the both of you –, he deserves to be taken care of. You let your eyes wander to the tip, to the drop of pre-cum that is inviting you to lean down and taste him, when you hear a deep groan vibrate through his entire body, so depraved and unrestrained it makes you look up.

Katie’s thighs are planted to the left and right of Javi’s head, his hands are digging into her soft flesh to spread them even further. Her head is thrown back in pure bliss as he licks up into her, holding her down so he can reach as much of her as possible. You’re completely mesmerized by the sight in front of you, by Javi’s face buried between another woman’s legs, by her arousal coating his chin, and it makes your own cunt clench with need. For a moment, just one brief moment, you consider abandoning your plan, taking him inside of you until you’re joined, connected, until nothing could pull you apart, and then fucking him until he spills inside you, moaning your name into Katie’s cunt.

But you don’t.

You take a deep breath, then wrap your hand around the base of Javi’s cock.

His moan of strained relief sends a jolt of pleasure through you.

You run your fingers up his length and swipe your thumb across the tip, collecting some of the pre-cum. As a response, he digs his nails deeper into Katie’s thighs and she cries out, a sound somewhere between pain and pleasure.

“He likes it rough, you know,” you say, circling the tip of his cock with your thumb lightly, casually, as if you were doodling a circle while talking to someone on the phone.

Katie’s eyes snap open and she looks at you, but you’re not sure she sees you. You don’t blame her. You’re well aware of what Javi can do with his tongue. You know what it feels like when he moans against your wet cunt, your swollen clit. In fact, you’re surprised Katie hasn’t come all over his face yet.

“Grab his neck,” you say, and cannot help but laugh lewdly when she immediately complies, her slender fingers closing around his strong, muscular throat. You watch as a vein at the base of his neck bulges, straining with effort, while he never once falters, while he continues to lick through Katie’s wet folds like she’s the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. “Go on then,” you say, your hand closing around the base of his cock again and squeezing, “don’t be shy – fuck his face.”

The way Katie follows your orders immediately, without hesitation, without the flicker of a doubt on her face, makes pleasure shoot through your veins. You swallow hard at the sight of her rolling her hips almost leisurely, her fingers still wrapped around his throat for purchase, while he drinks her down without complaint, a dark flush creeping up his chest and neck.

You’ve teased him enough.

You pump his cock once, twice, before settling yourself so you can wrap an arm around his leg, running your fingers through his coarse, dark hair, and then you finally allow yourself to taste him. You suck the tip of him into your mouth, letting his taste burst on your tongue, appreciating it like you would appreciate expensive wine. You take him in deeper, his heaviness familiar against your tongue, his taste sharp and strong, and he rewards you with a deep, dark growl, with low moans, with clipped sighs. One of his hands find its way to the nape of your neck to push you down further, and you let him. He’s been patient enough – he’s allowed to take for a while.

But there’s something else, too, another noise, one you usually don’t hear when you do this: the wet sound of his tongue against Katie’s center, her quiet gasps mixed with his strained huffs. You can feel yourself get impossibly wet at hearing them, at hearing this ambient noise all around you, and you let out a moan of your own before hollowing your cheeks to take even more of him in your mouth until his tip brushes against the back of your throat and you feel tears sting at the corner of your eyes.

Javi lets out a low growl and pushes his hips up. You hold him down, try to restrain him, but his muscles tense, his breathing gets ragged and then ….

You hear it, a quiet gasp, and look up. Katie’s eyes are on you, her face is flushed, she looks like she’s burning up, and it takes you a moment to realize what is happening until you notice she’s stilled completely, and her hands have left Javi’s neck and are braced against his broad chest, her nails digging into his flesh, leaving angry marks. She’s coming, she’s coming all over his face, while he continues to lick her with the most obscenely wet sounds you’ve ever heard. She doesn’t even have time to call out or shout his name because she’s so overwhelmed, taken completely by surprise, and you are, too. All you can do is sit up and watch her, brushing the loose strands of hair from her face, as she comes completely undone without a single sound.

You don’t give her much time to catch her breath, neither of you do. With a firm grip, Javi pushes her off him and you immediately set the next step of your plan in motion.

“Do you want to return the favor?” you ask her.

Her eyes grow wide, and it feels like she’s unable to speak, but she nods eagerly. You can see her heartbeat, a quick pulsing in her neck, tempting you, and you lean forward to kiss it.

“Go on then,” you whisper against her skin.

You swap places; she settles herself between Javi’s legs and you lie down next to him. He looks like a mess. His chest is rising and falling rapidly like he’s just finished running a marathon. There are marks all over the skin, and his cheeks are flushed. His eyes are glazed over, and his curls are damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead. You run your fingers through them, trying to smooth them back. He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth, drawing your eyes lower to his mustache that’s impossibly darker.

The urge to kiss him becomes unbearable.

When you do, he doesn’t taste like himself. There is another taste mixed in there, one that is foreign to you, and you bite down on his lip possessively when you taste it. He lets out a low growl and bucks his hips, drawing your attention downwards.

Katie looks up at the both of you, tears in her eyes. She’s doing her best, but you know how it is, you know that Javi’s size can be overwhelming at first. You decide to help her, to make this as enjoyable as possible for both of them.

“He likes a firm hold at the base,” you say.

Katie’s fingers close around his cock in a firm grip and Javi hisses, his breath fanning across your neck.

“Good girl,” you praise. You don’t know where this is coming from, but Katie’s eyes flutter shut and Javi’s chest rumbles with a desperate purr and you know you’ve said the right thing. “Use your tongue more,” you continue, “and try to get out of your head … he likes it sloppy.”

Katie’s tongue darts out to lick along the underside of Javi’s cock, from base to tip, before she takes him in her mouth again, doing her best to hold him steady. She doesn’t break eye contact with you and it’s only when you nod encouragingly that she lets him fall from her mouth with a wet plop, a trail of spit connecting her to his tip.

“Yeah, that’s better,” you tell her. “Keep that up and he won’t last long.”

You turn your attention back to Javi who looks at you with eyes impossibly dark. If there was a source of light in the room, you’re sure you’d be able to see your reflection in them. You grip a tuft of hair at the top of his head and hold him in place.

“Is this what you wanted?” you ask him, whispering the words into his ear, against his hot, flushed, sweat-slicked skin.

He nods, nothing more.

“I want to hear you say it,” you urge him on.

When he answers you with words, you hear why he was trying to communicate non-verbally. The “yes” he gives you is a hoarse, deep, desperate sound. You had no idea his voice could sound like this, could sound so wrecked, so taut, so pleading. You kiss him, and he kisses you back with such urgency, like a drowning man coming up for air.

You’re drunk, drunk on this power you have over him, drunk on being in charge of his pleasure while not even touching him, and you feel the desire to exploit this, to push him as far as he’ll let you without breaking him. You kiss him back, holding him in place with the fingers in his hair, while you listen to Katie moan around his cock. He moans, too, and his hips twitch, and you know he’s close, one fist tangled in the bedsheets, the other holding on to your arm.

“Katie, stop,” you say.

She does immediately, thinking there’s something wrong. Javi groans in frustration, his hips jerking upwards to chase that bit of friction from Katie’s hand still wrapped around him.

“Change of plans,” you tell them.

“No, please.”

You don’t recognize Javi’s voice. If you wouldn’t have seen his mouth move, you wouldn’t have known it was him who had just spoken.

“Please, querida.” He’s trying to convince you, he really is, knowing you usually can’t resist him when he calls you that, but you can, you have to this time.

“There’s something I want to try,” you tell him, letting your fingers run down his chest. “You said I could decide what we’re doing.”

“Yes, you can, but please …”

“If you do as I say …,” you say slowly, swallowing hard, “you can fuck me as hard as you want.”

He thinks this is hard for him, but it’s nothing compared to how hard this is for you. You’re sure you could come from hearing him say two more words in that voice of his. Luckily, he shuts his mouth and nods, determination on his face.

You sit up. “Katie, come here.” You beckon her close with a wave of your hand. “Lie down next to him.” Katie does as she’s told, glancing at Javi whose eyes are fixed on you. “Make sure his hands stay where you can see them. He’s not allowed to touch himself.”

“Yes,” Katie says, her voice hoarse.

You allow yourself to give her one kiss, just one, before you frame her chin with your thumb and index finger and turn her face so she’s looking at Javi. Where Javi’s skin is burning, Katie’s is cool to the touch when you let your hands run down her sides and over the taut plane of her stomach. She sucks in a quiet breath as you brush your fingers over her thighs, over the mound of hair between them, and then you touch her.

Your eyes flutter shut at the sensation, at feeling her soft, warm, wet center. You run your fingers through her drenched folds, you listen to her gasps and whimpers, you hear Javi’s voice, too, but you can’t understand what he’s saying. And then, with a shallow breath, you push one finger into Katie. You feel her clench around you, you hear her whisper your name in surprise, but you’re too mesmerized by the sight of your digit vanishing between her folds to look at her.

You get it. You get it now. You know, you understand why Javi loves doing this to you.

When you add a second finger and pick up the pace, Katie moans loudly, but still not loud enough to drown out Javi’s aroused grunt. You finally lift your head to look at them both, at Javi, whose mouth hangs open, who has a look on his face like he’s trying to solve an unsolvable puzzle, and at Katie, who’s doing her best to keep her gaze on Javi, but whose eyelids flutter dangerously.

You shift positions and then your face is level with Katie’s weeping cunt. You pull out your fingers, grab her thighs in a tight grip, and give her one experimental lick, just a taste, just a sample. It’s so different from what Javi tastes like, it’s less heavy, less prominent. You try it again. And again.

Katie is a whimpering mess by now; one of her hands is resting against the top of your head; what the other one is doing, you don’t know. All you can focus on is the feeling of her against your tongue as you suck on her clit. That makes her scream, and you do it again, until her voice is hoarse.

Then you hear Javi. “You like that?” he asks, and you think he’s talking to you, but when you lift your eyes, you see he has Katie’s face in a tight grip, forcing her to look at you.

Katie nods.

“Tell her,” Javi demands, tightening his grip.

“Fuck,” Katie moans, and for you, this would have been enough, but not for Javi.

“You can do better than that,” he coos.

“It – you feel so good,” Katie tries. “God, I … more, please.”

“What do you need?” Javi asks. “Tell her.”

“Can I have … I just need … a finger,” Katie answers, her face and chest impossibly red, her expression open and vulnerable, her eyes glazed over. “I just want something to come on.”

You pull away for a second, a smirk on your face. “You can have two,” you say, before shoving two fingers inside her. You feel her tense around you, pulling you in deeper, and when you put your tongue back on her clit, she lets out the filthiest, most desperate moan you’ve heard her make all evening.

She didn’t moan like that when Javi was between her legs.

“Do you want to come?” you hear Javi ask her, and a strangled sound is the reply. “That good enough for you?” he asks you.

“No,” you say between licks.

“You heard her,” Javi goes on. “Try again.”

“Please …,” Katie whimpers. “I need to …”

You push your fingers impossibly deeper into her and she tightens around them with a hoarse scream, over and over, while you suck her clit into your mouth again with a filthy sound. She tries to pull away then, but you hold her in place with your free hand.

“No,” you say, your voice breathy. “Another one.”

Javi lets go of Katie’s face and shifts on the bed. Your eyes flicker to him, but he’s keeping his promise so far.

“Think you can do it?” he asks Katie.

“I don’t know,” she answers.

“You can,” you tell her. “Just keep an eye on him.”

You’re on thin ice, you know that. There’s only so far Javi will allow you to push him. But you feel drunk on the power you hold not only over him, but also over Katie. Her legs tremble when you drag your tongue through her wet folds again, her muscles twitch, and her hips push upwards. You hold her down, then repeat the movement with your tongue before pushing the tip of it into her. Katie’s head falls back with another loud moan, and this time you let her roll her hips against your mouth before pulling away.

The desperate whimper she makes cloaks your mind in a hazy, filthy mist of lust.

“Tell me, Katie,” you start, lazily pushing the tip of your finger into her, “who’s better? Me or him?”

You don’t look at her as you say it, you look at Javi. He holds your gaze, his expression unreadable, but there is something in his eyes, something that reminds you of a gathering storm.

“You,” Katie breathes out. “You, fuck!”

And then the storm breaks loose in Javi’s eyes. You see the lightning, hear the thunder, you feel the electricity prick at the back of your neck. You shouldn’t have asked Katie this question, you shouldn’t have provoked him like this, but here you are. There no taking it back now.

Even as you turn your attention back to Katie, even as you taste her cunt once more, you know he’s watching you. You feel his heated gaze, you feel something simmer just beneath the surface. As long has Katie moans and writhes beneath you, you’re safe. Javi won’t make his move. But as soon as Katie comes, you will have to pay.

And she does, eventually. She pushes her hips up, pressing your face against her with a firm grip at the back of your head, and you feel her come all over your tongue and chin with quiet shouts of pleasure.

Before you have time to collect yourself, before you have time to sit up or catch your breath, Javi is behind you. You don’t even see him move, you only realize he’s changed position when you feel the heat of his body against your back, when you feel his fingers on your sides, when you feel him slam into you. The sheer force of it pushes you up the bed until you’re right above Katie’s dazed face. You hold on for dear life, your fingers gripping the bedsheets, as Javi fucks you with so much force you can feel him everywhere. You don’t even have enough air left in your lungs to cry out, all you can hear is his skin against yours and his low grunts as he’s finally taking what you’ve denied him for so long. There is nothing you can do but let him.

You know you won’t last long, neither of you will. But when you feel Katie’s fingers against your clit, when you look into her eyes and see her bite her lip in concentration, it’s too much. The contrast between Javi fucking you at a punishing pace and Katie’s soft touch, almost like a caress, loosens something within you before your entire body tenses up. Something is happening to you that you cannot quite explain. You feel yourself grow unbelievably wet, so wet Javi slips out of you completely for a second but pulls you back onto him with a rough tug, and then you hear Katie moan out a low, “Shit”. You bury your face in the crook of her neck, feeling wrung out yet taut at the same time. It’s so overwhelming you feel like you’re about to explode, like you cannot keep going, but they don’t stop. Javi has an arm slung around your stomach as he holds you in place, Katie has your hip in a firm grip while she circles your clit with a movement that’s enough to keep you on edge but not push you over it. Javi has grown completely quiet, and you know exactly why; you know what his face looks like even though you can’t see him, you know he’s about to come from the way his muscles twitch against your back. But you don’t know if you can give him what he wants, if you can come on his cock buried deep inside you, his cock that sends jolt after jolt of rough pleasure through you. You’re too overwhelmed, you won’t be able to let go.

But then, your face still buried in Katie’s neck, you hear her say, “Come for us,” and that’s all it takes. You do, your muscles closing around Javi’s cock like a vise, while you bite down on the soft skin of Katie’s shoulder, trying to muffle the scream that tears itself from an undiscovered place within you, so well hidden, so deeply buried you had no idea it existed. And while you feel wave over wave of pleasure rush through you, you also feel Javi flood you in wave over wave of hot release, his body completely still, holding you in place until he’s done.

He pulls out of you with a wet sound, and you immediately sink down next to Katie, spent and exhausted and more tired than you’ve ever felt in your life. Katie kisses your cheek, your temple, your lips, anywhere she can reach, while Javi gets a wet cloth from the bathroom to clean you up. The second to last thing you remember is Javi joining you on the bed again, his strong arms wrapping around you, whispering soothing words.

The last thing you remember is taking Katie’s hand into yours and saying, “Stay.”

***

It’s early morning, the street outside Javi’s flat is still quiet, and you yawn as you lean against his arm, a cup of coffee in your hand.

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay for breakfast?” you ask Katie as you watch her put on her shoes.

“Thank you, but I have a lot of work to catch up on,” she rejects your offer again with a smile. “Another time maybe?”

“Do you want to grab coffee sometime?” you ask her.

“Sure!” she exclaims excitedly. “Anytime.”

“I’ll give you a call, okay?”

She nods, then pulls you away from Javi and into a tight hug. “It was lovely meeting you,” she says, her arms still slung around you. “I had a lot of fun.”

“Me too,” you say, before pulling away.

Katie turns her attention to Javi. “Thank you,” she says. For what exactly, she doesn’t reveal.

Javi, his hair still messy from sleep, wearing nothing but an old pair of boxers, looking exhausted and tired, still manages to smile at her. He leans down and presses a kiss against her cheek. She presses a kiss against his lips.

“See you,” she says, meaning both of you. 

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[saturnzrose]

2012 TMNT headcannons but they just turn into me talking about how the turtles would play Dead by Daylight

Raph:

Listens to a lot of nu-metal. Korn, Slipknot, Deftones, Coal Chamber, Limp Bizkit, etc…

Admires Joey Jordison a lot because of his skills with the drums and often attempts to play along with his favorite Slipknot songs

Likes looking at punk and metalhead fashion even though he doesn’t wear clothes. Get this man a big enough T-shirt of his favorite bands! He’d wear it constantly! Though he’d take it off on missions because he dosen’t want it to get damaged

He loves horror games but gets jumpscared by them easily. So he tends to play after everyone has gone to sleep. There’s been multiple occasions where he accidentally let out a scream and rushed to make it seem like no one was out in the lair playing. Caused lots of confusion for Splinter and his brothers

I think he’d play a lot of Dead by Daylight mostly. He mains Jeff and likes to bully the killer into Disconnecting. Always gets a good laugh out of it. He makes his brothers play too and they make a pretty good team when they want to be. 

Donnie mains Claudette and helps with healing and rescuing his brothers off hooks, as well as doing gens. 

Leo’s main focus is always generators because he’s not a big fan of the game and doesn’t like dealing with the killers. 

Mikey joins in with Raph from time to time to mess with the killer and is insanely good with flashlight saves so he does a lot of saves that way. He kinda sucks at looping though so he usually gets downed easily himself. He also gets yelled at for wasting pallets because he likes to wait behind them and drop them on the killer when they walk by.

Ok talking more about them playing DBD because it’s fun to think about

Raph is a toxic killer and likes to play the more brute killers like trapper, Oni, Nemesis, Pyramid head and Michael. His favorite to play is trapper though because he loves to bully the players who get caught in his traps. Always puts on overpowered add-ons to them too. He doesn’t aim for a 4k he aims for a 4DC. He LOVES when he’s able to make a player DC out of rage. Makes him proud of himself.

Donnie is very strategic with how he plays killer and mains Doctor (big surprise) He’s always in red ranks and either tier 1 or close to it. Almost always gets the 4k with him too.

Has definitely attempted to recreate the Doctor’s weapon and modified his bo-staff to have the same electrocuting powers.

Will also occasionally play pig and huntress. He finds the traps cruel, yet interesting and he has really good aim with hatchets.

Mikey likes to play sneaky killers that give the best jump scares. His favorite stealth killer is the hag because he’s a little gremlin and they match in that way. But fr he likes to play hag because he likes to jump out at the survivors and see them stop moving in game because on the other side of the screen the person playing got too scared irl and jumped away from their console. (loves doing this to Raph when the four of them play against each other)

Mikey’s other favorite character is Michael because he’s funny(DBD Michael is fucking hilarious) tends to sometimes unintentionally camp. He just wants to wait for someone to come by so he can get another scare!

Leo also likes to play stealth killers but not to prank them like Mikey. He takes the game kinda seriously on days he’s into it and always tries to get the quickest kills. His favorite killer to play is the spirit. He likes the fact that she uses a katana like him and that they both match the color blue (also might have a bit of a fictional crush on her) Leo is super good at using her phase walk and almost always locates and hits exactly where the survivor is. Almost always gets a 4k too but he does play fair.

[infested-tea]

TodoBaku Headcanons because I’m gay and this is my comfort ship

I feel sad! Anyway, yeah. I like Kiribaku. I’m not gonna start with BakuDeku because of how much it pisses me off and I’m to tired to rant. Another day.

Also TodoDeku and KiriBaku are equally valid because I love them. It’s just this is my comfort ship and I love it.

Though it’s weird because I have no particular attachment to Baku or Shoto since Baku I hate him but love writing him and I’m indifferent to Shoto. Oh well.

Some tw’s for mentions of abuse and mental health and trans-ness

Anyway here’s why my ship is superior you fucks.

Love you and you’re amazing!!

TodoBaku Headcanons

Alright

So, I headcanon that Mitsuki, while not abusive, did deny Bakugo’s emotional development and only either crushed or raised his ego depending on her mood and his brattiness

Anyway, Bakugo is emotionally constipated and doesn’t know how to handle or comprehend his own emotions so they turn to anger as that’s how he observed his mother and his dad tried to reach out but he’s “weak” in the eyes of Bakugo

Don’t deny your emotional development kids. It’s very important.

And we all know that Shoto is learning to comprehend emotions and becoming much more open

I see these two getting together after graduation or in their third year due to Bakugo calming down finally and not abusing Deku (because that’s what he does. Though the show will deny it. And so will fans.)

And also Shoto will finally learn that yeah, it’s ok to hate your dad just don’t take it to extremes

Emotions are valid. Actions are not

This is the lesson of these two learn before getting together and still learn, especially Bakugo. The slow idiot.

But after they learn and still learn to work through emotions

Bakugo is still angy tsundere

His sarcasm often goes over Shoto’s head so he takes it to literally.

Bakugo finds this cutely frustrating

Shoto is extremely blunt, and since Bakugo is a disaster, it often gets Bakugo flustered

Bakugo finds this just frustrating

So, he just learns to be more careful with his wording since he made Shoto cry once and he felt bad

Bakugo will never admit he cares for Shoto, at least in public

Bakugo is rare to say “I love you”

Bakugo expresses his love through actions like letting Shoto touch him or touching Shoto and smiling around him

Shoto shows it through words

Shoto often does things without asking Bakugo, but does consider Bakugo... sometimes...

Like that one time Shoto tried to break up with Bakugo because Bakugo didn’t reply to Shoto’s overly dramatic confession of love on Valentine’s Day

Bakugo screamed at Shoto that day. A lot.

See, Bakugo won’t get into a relationship unless he 100% trusts and respects you

He did to Shoto. And he felt as if he betrayed him

Granted, Bakugo didn’t go 100% at first, especially before coming out to Shoto about being trans/ace

So, Shoto felt the distance and Bakugo keeping him at arms distance

It hurt them both

But, it got better with time

Bakugo was a lot more open with Shoto after he came out

And... Shoto was open from the beginning

Boy doesn’t know how to hide anything

Except... when Bakugo asks him too

He don’t like gettin yelled at

Bakugo absolutely loathes Endeavor

Wants to kill that flaming pile of garbage

Shoto has had to drag him away to prevent a murder

Multiple times mind you

Bakugo isn’t allowed in the Todoroki household anymore

I mean... Shoto wouldn’t mind the death of the man who abused him. But... it’s not very heroic

Speaking of his childhood, Shoto often has nightmares.

So it became a common occurrence for Bakugo to sleep in the same bed as Shoto to help him, even when they didn’t live together for the first few months after graduation

Shoto likes the cuddles... (and so does Baku)

Now, both are extremely clingy

Bakugo’s scared Shoto’s gonna leave him and is touched starved so he clings to Shoto at home

Shoto is also touch-starved to hell and wants physical contact outside of... y’know

And at first he was a bit scared of Bakugo’s touch since he thought it would be a lot rougher, like his dad

But Bakugo isn’t Endeavor. And, since he shows his love through actions but will never admit it aloud because pride, he’s extremely gentle with Shoto

And Shoto responds back with softness too

Although, for a long time, Bakugo wouldn’t allow Shoto to touch him in public which Shoto never knew why, but respected it

It was the homophobia thing, wasn’t it?

Exception to this is when Bakugo either initiates it, or Shoto is being jealous

And both get jealous extremely easily

With Bakugo it manifests itself if Shoto does anything that is interacting with anyone, especially guys

And with Shoto, he’s to dense to realize when someone is flirting. With either him or Bakugo

No Shoto gets jealous when someone gets to physically close to Bakugo

And with Bakugo, he responds with aggressive kissing, vague threats, and holding Shoto

With Shoto it’s a lot more casual but he can throw anyone off with one icy glare

(Bakugo may or may not really love that glare)

Like I’ve mentioned, Bakugo isn’t the one to say “I love you” not unless Shoto is having a hard time or it’s an anniversary of Valentine’s Day (and on the latter two occasions, it’s a very backwards kind of way. But Shoto finds it endearing)

Bakugo is absolute sub to Shoto (no I won’t go into nsfw you pervs. Not this time anyway.)

But either way, he will usually submit to Shoto’s will.

Mind you, he does this willingly since he can bite back. And he does.

But, he is overdramatic in his complaints. He knows he likes it. And he hates that

“Goddamn Icyhot... making me do *blank*” is a common complaint, mostly with cuddles

Also side note

Cuddles.

CUDDLES

CUDDLES

Cuddles or you’ll leave Shoto sad!

[vaor]

I saw that you just finished SNK? I’m so glad you liked it! It looks like you’re also a Levihan/Aruannie shipper now. What drew you to them if I may ask? :)

i’ve shipped them since the beginning of times. maybe i've never quite gotten over my crush on annie and that's why i'm back on my bullshit now but the two ships have very similar dynamics that i adore

both levi and annie are quiet and reserved in nature, and both have a rather painfully obvious soft spot for the crazy nerd at their side

soldiers as jaded as levi and annie need someone who they can connect with, and imo the energetic and quiet ones are perfect matches for the grumps

the unspoken trust

they balance each other out. this isn't special to those four in particular but i'm very fond of the grumpy badass x crazy smartass dynamic

even when their core values differ and they clash, both have a great amount of respect for each other

this moment:

"four eyes" is the ONLY one that levi has a nickname for. it's cute

hanji and armin get along splendidly while annie and levi have tried to kill each other on multiple occasions so basically

“your girlfriend murdered my boyfriend's entire squad”

“...sorry about that”

no but seriously, their dynamics are so similar my heart can't take it

because armin and annie are essentially hanji and levi if they were on opposing sides

levihan has the potential for wholesomeness while aruani is. darker and angstier and i’ve always been a slut for some heart wrenching pining among antagonists

despite knowing that armin is her enemy, annie doesn't bother to hide the fact that his opinion - and i mean not his strategic abilities, but specifically what he thinks of her - is important to her

and i’m just. very attached to annie because she reminds me a lot of myself 

i want the best for her and armin is, well, the best

there’s a lot more but it’s kind of late. rest assured though, my love for levihan and aruani isn’t going away anytime soon and i’m going to scream about them plenty

[squeiky]

!!!List of papyrus things!!!

(Update 3! mini update.)

For anyone who needs more info on the guy! Since you usually dont see alot of info about him!

A list of stuff thats just papyrus's tid bits i've collected overtime!

(Disclaimer: some things can be taken off of memory, though I did search most of the stuff up, so you dont have to worry too much. But if your feeling unsure, search it up! And correct me while your at it.)

his room doesn't play/have music.

(If you have reunited playing at enter his room, it'll disappear forever. Untill you go back and let it play again. Even without reunited, a song that plays no matter what room your in, doesn't play any music.)

Never takes off his battle body.

(According to sans, he only takes it off if he has no other choice too. Otherwise he'll just put clothes ontop of it, or just repaints it if needed. He does how ever, change his pants but never takes off the top.)

the minute "royal gaurd " is out of the picture, he's got nothing.

(It was the one thing he worked up for. When the royal gaurd disbands He says he "working hard on doing absolutely nothing". Then again this can be interpreted as papyrus does say he is working on something, despite not being a royal gaurd yet.)

He lies. (And can manipulate)

(Though he is really bad at lying, he seems to manipulate just fine, though its usually not out of malice. He gets undyne to befreind you by mentioning "challenge", which is a weakness of hers, since she never can turn down a challenge. And has lied about floweys name to her to. Has lied to sans or atleast mislead him about the things he knows about. Pretended he didn't know what a lab was during a call in hotland, but if you call him when sans isn't there, papyrus mentions the lab as if it was common knowledge instead of saying "Labrador-y?" As if he had no idea.)

Changes up his attacks

( if you get captured a few times, you see variation in his attacks. If you do it right, you can get him too skip half of his entire attack.)

Calls his own puzzles "Awful"

(This happens after battling papyrus, he says "WHO KNEW THAT ALL I NEEDED TO MAKE PALS... WAS TO GIVE PEOPLE AWFUL PUZZLES AND THEN FIGHT THEM??" This could be interpreted in many ways.)

Spikes, fire, traps, fencless bridges: are all safe for children, according to papyrus.

("EACH AREA HAS TO HAVE A PRECARIOUS BRIDGE" -bridge likely to collapse, dangerous. "ITS MANDATED BY THE GOVERNMENT. OF COURSE KING FLUFFYBOY WANTS TO UNMANDATE IT SAFER." "WHY?! WONT HE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!)

Has "talked" with asgore before.

(Sadly, asgore and papyrus has crossed paths. Asgore advises him not to but dangerous puzzles around town, for the children. Papyrus wants to put dangerous puzzles around town, for the children. This results in them bickering over saftey laws, with papyrus usually winning.)

Tried to start a flowey fan club

(On multiple occasions calls flowey "his best freind" and shows genuine love for the little guy. He even gave flowey a little red scarf to match his, during the 5th anniversary winter alarm clock.)

Has photo-graphic memory for phone calls.

-call in the room where undyne chased you. He seems nervous, or atleast stressed out during this call. I'll leave any and all interpretation to you.)

(Ps: papyrus has bad memory, but good photographic memory?)

His disliking for grease

(Says this during a call with undyne in grillby's place. Undyne says she loves grease, and he quickly dismisses his opinion in favor of hers. Of course, papyrus HAS visited grillbys before, as the dogamy and doggeressa mention him with sans. )

Calls alphys "great"

(During the first tile puzzle, he praises alphys by calling her "THE GREAT DR. ALPHYS" )

Knows about undynes crush on alphus

(He teases undyne a few times on this, leading to the "hot voice" and "audible wink" papyrus lines. He's not oblivious to the things around him, unless he chooses to be.)

Put limes in his eyes!

(Conversation in hotland! The guy thought limes where cucumbers and stuck them in his eyes. When. He thought it wasn't working he put more limes. It burned like hell but he says it was all to have "mettaton's bishoning eyes")

Knows about mtt's eyes

(Nobody seems to know that mettaton has eyes?! Undyne confirms this fact. Papyrus is the only one who outright mentions it.)

He got mettaton to do the tile puzzle thing

(FOR SOME UNEXPLAINED REASON- mettaton was the tile puzzle robot alphys built. The puzzle robot papyrus had during his own tile puzzle. Infact, during mettaton's tile puzzle in hotland, he says that you'd is this a few hundred rooms ago. If you call papyrus, he starts rambling on all the instructions again. Hehe.)

he likes dinosaur oatmeal

(According to the undertale tumblr, flowey response to "whats papyrus's favorite food?" Is DINOSAUR OATMEAL!! YAY!)

really enjoys mtt's show and mtt in general.

(and mtt even helped him with a tile puzzle)

enjoys cars

Owns a car bed

(Want to drive one)

really freaking artistic!

(Paints a whole bridge, makes a snowpapyrus, made his own costume/battle body, built a okay replica of a sentry station)

The red book on the table in the skelebro's house is infact his!

(For specifics, the quantum mechanics book with infinite books inside of it. It isn't specified who reads it, but both brothers should be capable as jokes and puns are not out of papyrus wardrobe.)

has his own shed and tools.

(Also known as "the punishment shed, doghouse, cpature zone, guest room, a garage" or undyne's pun which was "the coolshed". Ah, to be enriched by shed puns... Wonderful.)

tried to learn the "horoscope"

(Got "stumped" according to sans)

thinks junior jumble is harder than crossword

wants a 6 pairs of hot pants and 6 pairs of legs to wear those pants

has a dream of owning a shop where he just sells flames

(Call near in waterfall, near the turtle man shop.)

He's very influential

(If he's the only one killed in a neutral run, even without undyne, a revolution will still occur. Look into it yourself if need be.)

Called himself a genius

(During the instance, where he talks to you after turning the light on in sans's room.)

Can't really tell when someones mad

(He couldn't tell when undyne was mad at him during a call. He asks us too.)

Doesn't watch anime.

(He thinks its like cartoons for babies. Jokes around with undyne for awhile before taking it all back once he knew she watched anime.-during one of the calls.)

Brutal kind of guy

(He says this himself, i don't exactly know WHY he thinks this of himself, but he does.)

Bookworm

Owns a bookshelf

(He has a book Its where his vast dictionary comes from.

Knows about the time and space manipulation tactics sans uses.

(HE KNOWS- HE MENTIONS IT WHEN HE TURNS ON THE LIGHT IN SANS'S ROOM!!)

believes you can be a better person, if you just try.

(And he's right. Even if you kill him he still believes this, beacuse well.. Its true. Undyne wont forgive you and try to kill you, sans won't fight you, bht he's still right either way)

Knows about river person

(He asks about how river person is doing. No body seems to know about river person, and its unsure if undyne knows about their prescence.)

The days in his date scene (Monday, Tuesday, weekday, Thursday,e.c.t ) changes depending on your computer. Even though the date in undertale is always Monday.

(River person has a scheduled thing that matches up to your computer date as well, but this is about papyrus, not river person.)

Weird abilities

(Flying and super speedy twirling, flying backwards. He doesn't even hide it.)

He's pretty freaking tough!

(According to undyne, the person who defeated asgore.)

His "absolutely normal attack" is a giant cluster of bones.

(In theory, his attack could be the size of the entire area, including the giant bone at the end.)

Papyrus can lower the giant bone at the end of his "absolutely normal attack"

Has Collection of bones (or was planning to make one.)

(The room behind the sink was made for.. His attacks/bones. Before toby(dog)came in and made a shrine instead.)

Is annoying dog's favorite target.

Has a cannon, spears, fire thingy, and a dog at his disposal.

(Displayed during the bridge scene)

One persistent dude.

Likes to say "NYEHEHE!"

Has alot of MTT items.

Owns makeup!

(Mtt brand of course!)

Never dated anyone before.

(He says it himself.)

owns a dating manual

Not much of a sleeper.

(To the point where he just calls sleeping "naps" which aren't that long. He outright says he's always working, so he doesn't sleep.)

Dislikes hotland

dislikes hotland x2

Dislikes hotlands puzzles

Dislikes hotlands ethics.

Doesnt know much about hotland

(Says he knows it like the back of his hand!)

Says he never taken off his gloves, so he has no idea how his hands look like.

(He wears gloves or mittens on top of his gloves. And refuses to take it off, like his "battle body")

Calls hotland's steam puzzles garbage.

Dislikes hotlands conveyors

Thinks L1 and R2 stand for left and right

( Of course, it takes him awhile. He starts making puns, and tries to compare the words to pasta, and THEN comes to the conclusion that its left and right. Its Trail and error.-)

Knows about death.

(Said he wanted to meet death one time during a waterfall call.)

He pauses when speaking as a lost soul.

("I MUST CAPTURE A HUMAN! THEN EVERYONE WILL. ...." This is unusual as he is the only one that pauses. This can be interpreted, but it is rather interesting nonetheless)

Alright this is a bit more interpretive. Things may not be 100% facts down here.

Disclaimer: i will be putting "Interpretive" in red coloring for things that have may my interpretation or opinions in! Please do be mindful in your search, and take it with a grain of salt. It doesn't make it comepelty wrong, it has facts! Just muddled with oppinions.

Ready?

self-worth problems.

( can be called interpretive: He always feels very unimportant, as if he doesn't actually matter. During a call in waterfall, with the puddle hallway, papyrus talks about not letting it "get to you" or something along the lines of that. Since undyne speaks from her experience with the puddles, then i'd assume papyrus would too.)

(I think its just a sign of self doubt or insecurity. Someone once said its dysphoria, which is a cool headcannon for paps or something. What ever it is, he has some demons that he doesn't want to let out.)

Forgetable.

( according to the genocide description)

( Interpretive: Other than that, he's not even noticable. Though, there are a few people that appreciate him, most dont really acknowledge him. Unless you kill him of course!)

Sad/depressed?

( interpreitive as well:Before the human showed up, sans explains how his brother was feeling quite down lately. We see a.. Happier side of papyrus through out our journey.. He vents out to us, the player/human, about things he dislikes, or troubles he faces. Hes like a froggit. Life is hard for a froggit.)

Smiles through things.

("This is where I tried to capture you! What a bad memory." -quote he says as he smiles through it all. He does have a sad emote, but so far i have only seen it during a call in hotland, where the CORE was shown. As your adventure is coming close.. To an end.)

Uses his playful "OUCH!" emote when you straight up kill him. Instead of his hurting/in pain emote when flowey catches him off guard before absorbing everyonesones souls.

(The reason is unkown, but that emote is normally associated with more of "light taps." Examples are, toriel's fireballs at asgore and flowey. Unless... Cutting off his head was considered a "light tap" then, but flowey wrapping him in painful vines is considered more painful than getting his head chopped off and still having enough consciousness to joke about it.)

He knows his cooking sucks and that nobody likes it.

(He's not naive. He knows. He even says it. "Nobody has like my cooking before!" - QUOTE. This isn't some hidden fact. He's trying his best, "mabye next year, he might even make something edible." -sans quote.)

That was all the stuff i gathered for now.

Feel free to tell me anything i haven't added! :)

yeah, hes a pretty cool dude, ain't he?

(Edit: i've added some new things to the bunch, and fixed/deleted ome opinions or unrelated junk. Please, continue helping me add!)

[defendglobe]

anyway who wants an obnoxiously long list of future trio post-special-episode-five headcanons?

- dusknoir originally planned to leave the group go off on his own post-special episode 5, assuming their team-up was temporary and grovyle and celebi wouldn’t want to hang around with their former enemy long term. grovyle and celebi insist on sticking with him, since the three of them worked well as a team during the trek up vast ice mountain. they also feel a sense of connection to dusknoir thanks to their shared ordeal. it’s awkward at first, due to lingering feelings of resentment/guilt between them, but they work through it and become super close.

-in dungeons, grovyle tends to take on a leader/direct attacking role. dusknoir tends to be more tactical/defensive. celebi knows heal bell and knows the bodyguard skill so she usually takes on a support role (managing items/figuring out directions/etc), but she’s easily the strongest fighter of the trio.

-the three of them work as an exploration team of sorts to help fix the damage caused by the planet’s paralysis. they also work really closely with dialga on that (bc legendary powers and whatnot) and it’s uncomfortable for everyone. tfw your boss has tried to kill you and your entire polycule on multiple occasions. 

-grovyle and dusknoir bicker constantly, but not out of genuine anger. it’s kinda like a “safe” way of interacting for them that doesn’t get into all the messy shit between them from when they were enemies. on at least one occasion, grovyle has smacked dusknoir in the head with their treasure bag during an argument.

-at first, grovyle feels completely aimless without a clear mission. he and dusknoir have a heart to heart about this and dusknoir turns grovyle’s words from special episode 5 back around on him. basically saying like. the idea of proving you exist through actions/etc doesn’t just apply for big things like dying to save the world, but anything you do to make the world/the lives of people around you better. grovyle finds it helpful. 

-one of the side effects of having lived in a paralyzed world for so long is that their sleep/wake cycles are really off. grovyle also sleeps like shit in general. despite this, they like to wake up super early and watch the sunrise together. 

-grovyle has a knack for using items in unusual ways in dungeons. like that time in the future where he uses a luminous orb to temporarily blind dusknoir+the sableye so he can escape.

- since dusknoir is used to exploring solo, it takes a while to adjust to being part of a team. even though he became famous by working on his own, he likes being with grovyle and celebi more. 

-grovyle is ABYSMAL when it comes to cooking. dusknoir and celebi have taken over that area for everyone’s safety. no food poisoning or accidental fires in this house, thanks. 

-dusknoir and grovyle tend to be really intense most of the time and celebi tries to get them to lighten up and relax. sometimes she’ll use her time travel powers to cause shenanigans to make them laugh.

-celebi doesn’t just say “my dear” when referring to grovyle, but anyone she’s very close to, like the hero. the first time she uses it for dusknoir, he nearly shits his pants. (this headcanon actually came from a pmd2 fan comic i made at age 12 but that’s another story)

-grovyle and celebi have a really easygoing friendship since they’ve known each other longest. even though he’s usually quite reserved, grovyle is a lot more relaxed and open around her. they're also pretty casual about physical affection and the like so shit like them embracing while watching the sunrise is just normal. 

-dusknoir’s self-preservation sorta shifts into being intensely protective of grovyle and celebi. grass types DO have a lot of weaknesses and all. similarly, grovyle and celebi tend to be very reckless. they both assumed they’d die when history was changed so their own personal safety was never a priority.

-celebi likes to tease dusknoir about various things because she finds his reactions funny. he tries to act smart and dignified regardless of the circumstances but it’s pretty easy to rile him up. since dusknoir is the tallest of the group, she likes to sit on his shoulder. he allows it. 

-it’s obvious that both celebi and dusknoir have a crush on grovyle. instead of being at odds because of this, they’re supportive of each other. grovyle is completely oblivious for a long time, despite how much he cares about them both.

-the sableye see dusknoir as a weird older brother/father figure. this extends to grovyle and celebi once it’s clear that the three of them have become a permanent group.

-when grovyle is trying to make a big decision/figure out some mystery, he talks to himself as if he’s talking to the hero. if anyone calls him on it, he gets defensive and tells them to fuck off. losing the hero is still a sore spot for him. 

-none of them are very great at dealing with their emotions. celebi acts cheery all the time to mask what she’s really feeling. grovyle is so intensely practical he completely pushes emotion to the side until it kicks his ass at random moments. dusknoir is repressed as hell thanks to denying his true feelings about the state of the world for so long. they're doing their best. 

-since celebi is a legendary, every now and then she says some totally abstract/weird shit that goes totally over grovyle and dusknoirs heads.

- grovyle and celebi both swear all the time. dusknoir refuses to say anything stronger than “damn.” it’s grovyle and celebi’s personal goal to get him to say fuck.  

-since grovyle and dusknoir have been to the past but celebi hasn’t, they like to point out places that they went to in the past/places that look similar when they’re travelling with her. “hey celebi, this is where i had to rescue hero and partner from a bunch of manectric/electrike” when passing through the future’s version of amp plains and that kinda thing.

-it IS possible to use the passage of time to visit the past, but all three of them are hesitant to do so for different reasons. they do go back for a visit eventually but it takes a long time for them to come to that decision. 

-celebi suggested that the trio should wear team scarves like the hero and partner. grovyle and dusknoir both said “that’s ridiculous” but ended up giving in when they realized how excited she was. 

[fandom-imagines]

Longing for you

Fandom: Death note

Paring: L Lawliet X Reader

Words: Around 2.4k (a bit long)

Warnings: Nothing really other than kissing? (Is that a warning?)

It all started that one fateful day, the day of the opening ceremony.

Light and Hideki, well L, had finished their speeches and went to take their seat at the front.

“Good job, Light!” A girl’s voice spoke brightly. L could almost hear the smile and pride in her voice as she gave him a quiet series of claps.

That’s Y/N, Light Yagami’s best friend since childhood. The two had grown up together after meeting in nursery, becoming fast friends. She was smart, nearly as smart as the taller brunette; she was only one mark from 100%. They were close and Light trusted her, but he didn’t want to drag her into his plan; the plan to create a new world. He knew if he did that, he would be putting her in immense danger. She had her suspicions though. She had caught him talking to someone not there on multiple occasions and had witnessed him hiding something from her each time she entered his room without him knowing she was there. She knew. Deep inside she knew, but she didn’t want to believe Light, her best friend since she could remember, could do something like this.

Light chuckled slightly.

“Thank you, Y/N/N.” He smiled, taking his seat beside her before patting her thigh in appreciation.

L had been watching this interaction, noting the way the girl’s Y/H/C hair fell down her shoulders, looking extremely silky and soft. Her lips were painted pink and glossy, sparkling as she smiled. He was captivated by her beauty, something L wasn’t used to; especially considering he doesn’t even know her name, assuming that what Light called her was a nickname.

He watched the two interact for the rest of the ceremony, only stopping to speak to Light once, revealing his identity. Y/N heard this, but chose not to say anything, allowing Light to respond. It wasn’t her business after all, he was talking to Light, not her.

The ceremony ended and Y/N, Light and L walked out together, engaging in light, semi-awkward, chatter. L watched the two friends as they shared a hug before parting ways to head home.

“Would you,” L began which captured Y/N’s attention, turning to face him to give him a questioning look, “like to drive home with me?” He asked, stepping towards the smaller girl.

Usually, Y/N wouldn’t trust just anyone, but she knew she could trust him. He was strange, yes, but she trusted him.

“Sure,” she smiled brightly, following L towards the limo that pulled up, the two ignoring the others surrounding them giving them surprised looks.

“So, L.” Y/N’s soft voice broke the silence between them, “What do I call you? I’m sure Hideki is not your real name.”

“You’re smart.” L noted, bringing him thumb to his lips in a thinking manner as he noted some of the things he could.

She was short, shorter than him at least. Her black skirt framed her perfectly, matched with a white shirt with a pink collar. She also wore a white choker around her neck along with some black tights. Her nails were painted pink to match her collar, her makeup making her skin look flawless. The way her hair fell down her front made him want to play with it, the locks gliding through his pale and slender fingers. Her Y/E/C sparkled, even in the dark insides of the limousine.

“I’ve been told that many times.” She joked, a grin playing on her lips that L returned.

“Ryuzaki,” He informed her.

“Y/N.” She introduced herself, bowing slightly in a joking manner that made Ryuzaki almost want to chuckle.

She was a joker and he liked it. It wasn’t often someone would joke around with him, or even manage to get him to smile. He knew, from the second they began to interact, that he would end up taking a liking to her.

And he did.

Each day at the university was spent with her and Light. He was slightly envious of the friendship between the two, wanting to get closer to Y/N, becoming better friends and maybe, just maybe, something more.

L knew that these feelings were only natural but that didn’t mean he didn’t dislike them. She was close friends with his main suspect, raising the probability that she could be the second Kira.

“Ryu?” Y/N’s voice broke him from his thoughts, “You there?” She giggled, ruffling his hair causing a light pink blush to dance across his, usually pale, cheeks.

“Yeah.” He said, his voice as monotone as usual. “Where’s Light?” He asked, noticing the boy’s absence.

“He left with Misa.” L’s crush smiled, “You want to grab a drink?”

L nodded in agreement and the two left, heading to a nearby coffee shop.

~

“How do you have that much sugar?” She giggled, watching as Ryuzaki added yet another sugar cube to his tea.

He simply shrugged, inspecting the girl opposite him as she sipped her own drink.

She was wearing a pair of black jeans along with a grey sweater today. It was nearing fall meaning that it was gradually getting colder as the days progressed. L was wearing his typical clothing only he was wearing a pair of shoes today. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail, high on her head with a few loose strands framing her face. Her bag was beside her, the long strap covering the booth beside her.

The two continued to sip their drinks, talking about anything and everything. With each word she spoke, L could feel herself becoming more and more attracted to her. She was exceptionally clever, noticing even the smallest things about him like the way his face relaxed with each sip of his, extremely sugary, tea.

“Would you like me to walk you home?” The raven-haired detective asked, blushing slightly.

“Sure,” Y/N grinned widely as the two headed out into the night.

~

“Well, this is me.” Y/N said as the two reached her home. It wasn’t far from the shop but with the slow walk they took, it took around twenty minutes. “Thanks for walking me home.” She smiled shyly, looking as though she was debating something.

L realised what she had been debating when she reached up to place a kiss on his cheek as a thanks.

“Goodnight, Ryu.” She smiled, turning to walk into her house, giving him one final wave before she closed the door.

“I could actually fall in love with you.” He whispered; his hand now placed over where she had kissed him.

He knew he would, no matter how hard he tried not to, he would.

~

As days turned into months, the two grew closer and closer, closer than Light and L. Light and L rarely spoke now, all L’s attention being on the girl he admired. As the months progressed, he became more and more attached, more and more attracted to her and he couldn’t deny it, even Light could see it. He would often tease Y/N about it too, noticing the way her mood lit up when Ryuzaki entered the room along with her cheeks lighting a light pink at the smallest interaction. He would also do the same to L on the rare occasion that they spoke. However, neither of them would ever think of confessing, too shy and unaware of the others feelings to do so. Light was trying his hardest to keep the two away from each other, not wanting to hurt his best and closest friend when it inevitably came to him having to kill his friends crush. But his attempts failed; the two crushers just spent even more time together.

It was another day; Light was away with Misa talking about something nobody knew and Y/N and Ryuzaki were sitting beneath a tree. Y/N’s head was resting in Ryu’s lap, him playing with her hair. They were extremely close by now, anyone would mistake them for lovers; in fact, many did.

“Y/N,” Ryuzaki’s deep voice sounded.

His voice was less monotone around her after having opened up. He trusted her with his life, and she felt the same. They’d do anything for each other, even die. Despite this, they’d never admit it.

“What’s up, Ryu?” Y/N asked, reaching up with her fingers to run them through his raven locks, causing him to let out a pleased hum.

Ryuzaki hesitated for a moment, realising what he was about to say.

“Do you want to join the investigation?”

He couldn’t believe that he was about to tell her that he loves her. And that was when he realised, he’s completely and utterly in love with her. His eyes widened for a millisecond before returning back to normal quickly but not quick enough for Y/N to miss. She knew by this that that wasn’t what he was going to say.

“Of course, Ryu. But are you okay?” She was sat up now, her hand now pressed against his cheek, observing the pink that danced across his cheeks.

“I’m fine, Y/N/N.” He smiled, a genuine smile that he would only share with her.

She patted the top of his head, thumb stroking his bottom lip. His gaze fell to her lips, watching the way they parted as she licked them.

He wanted to kiss her.

They both knew this.

His eyes lifted back to hers to see her looking at him longingly as the two began to lean in, eyes closed.

“Hey, guys!” Lights voice yelled, causing them to jump away from each other, cheeks bright red.

“H-hey, Light.” Y/N smiled nervously, worried he had seen what had just happened.

“How are you?” He asked, taking a seat beside them and she was sure that he hadn’t noticed which she was grateful for.

And that was the beginning of the many failed attempts.

~

The second time was when they were sat in a comfortable silence watching over surveillance footage in the headquarters. She was sat beside him, their chairs almost touching. L was sat in his typical position where as Y/N favoured having her legs crossed, leaning forward to inspect the footage closer. The two of them noticed something at the exact same time, both curiously reaching for the mouse only for their hands to touch, both feeling sparks run through their body.

“Uhm,” Y/N’s voice whispered, withdrawing her hand now avoiding Ryuzaki’s gaze.

His hand reached out the gently grab her cheek with care she had never felt ever, not even with Light.  He moved her to look him in the eyes, her pupils dilating. This was when he fully realised that she returned his feelings, that they weren’t unrequited. She noticed this too: it wasn’t only her pupils that dilated.

“Y/N…” He muttered, thumb running across her bottom lip just as she had done the first time they had attempted to kiss.

Just as they were about to lean in to connect their lips, Matsuda burst through the door holding a tray of tea for the rest of the taskforce who were on a break. The two, once again, darted away from each other; Y/N’s chair sliding away from him in the process.

L missed her warmth.

~

Each time was a failure, and they were getting sick of it. Both of them craved the other, wanting nothing more to kiss the person they had wanted for so long. To feel their lips on their own.

Light, Ryuzaki and Y/N were sat in Y/N’s bedroom. Her parents were away on work business meaning that they could do what they wanted without being disturbed. Most people her age would throw a party with this opportunity. But Y/N? She favoured staying home watching a movie with her two best friends.

The three of them were sat on her bed, tucked beneath the duvet wearing some comfortable clothes ready for their sleepover as they watched a movie: some cheesy film that they had found in a local store that they wanted to make fun of.

It was a particularly cheesy scene when Y/N felt a sudden warmth in her hand, almost startling her until she realised that it was Ryuzaki’s hand enveloped in her own. She felt the blush dart up her cheeks at the contact, watching Ryu smirk out of the corner of her eye only making her blush harder. She also noticed the blush on his cheeks too; it was her turn to smirk.

~

It was when they were alone that they finally broke. After all their failed attempts, they were finally alone.

It was around two in the morning and he watched a sleepy Y/N falling asleep beside him. He smiled slightly, finding her extremely adorable bundled up in her oversized jacket with her droopy eyes.

“Don’t you think you should go home, Y/N?” He asked kindly at which she shook her head.

She didn’t want to leave him alone.

L reached out to hold her cheek, his thumb running across the bags under her eyes.

“You’re extremely tired. Have you even eaten today?” He asked, realising how she had been here all day and hadn’t had a single thing to eat.

He sighed as she shook her head, confirming his suspicions.

“We should get you someth-” L began, only to be cut off by a kiss from Y/N who had completely lost focus, only watching his lips move.

He let out a surprised noise, kissing her back the second he registered what was happening. They were finally kissing, after multiple failed attempts they were finally intertwined; their lips moulding together, moving in perfect sync. Y/N’s hand reached the back of Ryuzaki’s neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

“Lawliet.” Ryuzaki mumbled as they parted, both panting.

“What?” Y/N asked, a confused looking adorning her features.

“That’s my real name.”

She simply kissed him again.