#brb very soft about the fact that you have taken notice of my time of day (and i know this isn't the first time you have done so too) 🥹🥹🥹

[lifemod17]

Handing you some tea to defeat the horrors of the afternoon 🌿

Omg wait are we steeping the horrors now and turning it into a nice cup of tea? I'm down for it. Sometimes I don't have the energy to sauteé the horrors so this is a very sweet alternative!

In return, I offer you a comfy K to bring some cozy vibes to end your day with 🥰🥰

[shhhlikeme]

“Losty Aone” / “Losty Mountain Man🏔” Series:

🎉🎊 Special Birthday Outtake Part One 🎊🎉

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A/N: HAPPY 25th BIRTHDAY to our mountain man! Everyone keeps saying how underrated the man is, well NOT ON THIS BLOG, NO MA’AM! WE CELEBRATE KINGS OVER HERE.

I tried to get to everyones prompts for this special collection so let’s go!! (There are two parts, but this can be read as a STAND ALONE fic).

TABLE OF CONTENTS

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August 1st

One sunny summer day, you and your new boyfriend Aone were sitting on a patio having sushi for lunch in downtown Tokyo.

You scooted your chair closer to his and rested your head on your wrist, looking up at him quizzically.

Aone who was in the middle of chewing, slowed down as his heart picked up. The prettiest girl in the world was staring at him, and he knew you well enough to know that that look meant you were up to something. He swallowed hard and took a sip of his water.

“Yes? What is it?” He asked finally.

“Oh, just thinking about the fact that I don’t know when your birthday is.”

Aone tried not to roll his eyes. “Y/N....”

“Don’t Y/N me, Takanobu.”

Aone really did roll his eyes then. He didn’t know why you needed to know when his birthday was. He didn’t really like celebrating it because he isn’t a flashy guy, meaning only Kenji and now Kogenagawa would just go to the movies or something. His parents were divorced so he’d usually do something small twice with both or them too. His parents would usually gift him with a lot of money towards carpenter school so he was never in need of anything. Sure, in first and second year when Aone blew out his candles all he wished for was that you could maybe notice him, but look at him now. He didn’t want you to get him anything and stress when the best gift he’d ever and could ever receive is you being his.

brb crying

Aone shook his head. “I do not want to tell you. I feel like you’re going to do something extravagant.”

True. You pouted anyway.

“I won’t if you don’t want me to! We’re dating. You have to tell me. If you do, I’ll tell you mine.”

Aone flushed internally because you saying such a thing reminded him that he had to have that talk with you soon about the fact that he knew when your birthday was before you knew his name. Not only that, but tell you that he actually gifted you a cupcake last year on it, and wanted to gift you more than that. (but that’s for another outtake time).

“I’ll tell you on a later date then.” He tried reasoning fairly, but alas his spunky girlfriend was having none of that.

“No! You’re going to tell me now. You can’t deprive me of this, Aone,”

Aone continued to eat, picking up your favourite roll with his chopsticks and directing it towards your mouth for you to eat.

You frowned, crossing your arms.

You stared at your gorgeous white haired beauty of a man as he continued eating—your mind trying to figure out how you’d get the information out of him..... soon you got distracted because You were thinking about how sexy he looked in aviator sunglasses with the sun glowing his slightly tanned skin when suddenly, it hit you.

💡

How could you forget?! As you’re thinking about how sexy your boyfriend is and he’s trying not to look at you— you forgot that your boyfriend also finds you sexy, but unfortunately for most boys who have been crushing on a girl for years, the manner in which Aone found you sexy kind of made him literal putty for you.

😈

You decided to pull out the medium guns, taking a strand of your hair in your finger to twirl it.

“Pleaseee, baby?” You asked in your cutesy voice. You place a delicate hand on your boyfriend’s knee and fluttered your long eyelashes at him before he even looked at you.

Feeling your hand on his knee made his heart race like any time you touched him, so he turned to you. When his eyes met yours this poor baby dropped the sushi roll he was about to put in his mouth on his plate. One look at your begging-expression and this simp couldn’t even hold out for another second.

“August.” He admitted quickly, awestruck. You were just so hot.

You gasp. “THAT’S THIS MONTH, AONE! YOU WERE GOING TO LET ME MISS IT!” You growled. “Now tell me the day.”

Takanobu looked away, refusing to look at you as an act of defence, in case you used that sexy hair-twirling trump card again.

“No, Y/N.”

You smiled and decided not to twirl your hair but this time take advantage of the fact that he wasn’t looking at you. You leaned in closer to your boyfriend.

“Pretty please, my love?” You sing sweetly. Aone tried his best to keep it together because lord knows he was pre-programmed to give you anything you wanted, and he was actually doing a good job since he wasn’t looking at you.

“No.”

You leaned in immediately, pressing your soft lips to his cheek, pressing them into his stubble in a way that meant maybe this wasn’t just an innocent kiss. This was a kiss could either mean let’s hold hands or let’s fuck, and Aone knew it.

Like usual with your longer kisses, all the blood rushed from mountain man’s brain to his groin.

“13th.” He said almost automatically, no longer using the head above his shoulders but the one he wanted to stick inside your dripping cunt. “August 13th.” He clarified, wanting to please you by telling you, but also wanting to please you in more ways than one.

You jumped out of seduction-mode and squealed, pulling back and clapping.

“Yay! Thank you, baby!”

Aone’s heart soared at you calling him pet names. He remembers the jealous stares he always gets from other men and guys at school whenever you called him that, and it made him feel even better upon hearing it.

When Aone realized he’d been powerless to you using your sexiness to get what you wanted from him for the 5th time this week (second time today) he sighed.

“I do not like birthdays, Y/N. Just so you know.” he explains softly, praying that you won’t go all out.

You scooted your chair even closer to your boyfriend. Leaning in to tell him something in his ear. Knowing your bf wouldn’t admit to how much he loved when you did that—you whispered seductively,

“Oh, Aone, I promise you’ll love birthdays after I’m finished with yours....”

you made sure your lips grazed his ear the tiniest bit and that your voice was dripping with sex again.

Fuck, Aone hated that you knew what you did to him. With a blush, Takanobu reached out to grab a napkin quickly......... wiping the evidence of his nosebleed.

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August 7th - Day 2 out of 7 - Jealous Mountain Man @ The Miyagi Prefecture Summer Training Camp Hosted by Date Tech | Also Date Tech Cheer Team Training Clinic

You and your boyfriend Aone were ecstatic to be at training camp together!

Even though you barely got to see eachother because the cheerleaders were training outside and the volleyball players were in the gym, you had lunch together which meant you could run to your boyfriend and kiss him when you got to see him in the caf excitedly.

However, the boys’ volleyball coaches strictly prohibited any fraternizing outside of lunch time because the boys were always a bit too distracted by the hot cheerleaders.

That type of limitation just made you that much more jumpy to see your man—who was on cloud nine every time you gave him attention. He pointed you out to his friends from other schools like Hinata and Kyotani who were very nice to you (well as nice as mad dog gets).

“That cheerleader.....is your............. girlfriend.......?” Kageyama asked as his eyes followed you into the cafeteria. Let’s just say a lot of volleyball players eyes were following you.

Aone nodded. “Yes. I understand it’s hard to believe. I catch myself not believing it either, most days.” He spoke proudly, unknowingly straightening his shoulders and puffing out his chest. He was so proud to finally be able to call you his. He knew you were way out of his league and it just made his entire day when he was reminded that you chose him.

From where you were standing by the doors, you searched the full lunch tables and spotted your mountain man. You got on your tippy toes and waved at him, blowing him a kiss.

“She’s really good looking.” Kags finished, nodding at Aone with a slight blush.

Aone nodded back while returning your curt wave. “Extremely.” Your boyfriend added, getting excited because you’d soon come over to say hi like you always did at lunch.

“Yeah that’s Y/N! I met her yesterday, she’s really nice. She is like a 10/10 on the pretty scale and even her friends are pretty! Is the stunning taller one—the captain I think—that’s your girlfriend, right Futakuchi?”

Sitting beside Aone and across from the quick attack duo, Futakuchi choked on his food, coughing. Aone patted his back while trying to hide a smile.

“Not my girlfriend.”

Kags looked confused. “Really? She sure acts like it—“

“I said not my girlfriend.” He repeated, making them drop the subject.

Aone stopped patting Futakuchi’s back because he seemed healthy enough, but also because he saw you approaching some guy at the Wakutani South High’s table. Aone felt something weird in the pit of his stomach as he watched you chat enthusiastically to the one player from that school. Aone knew him as Takeru.

Aone’s heart sunk because you never spoke to strangers that happily, you barely noticed them.

“Y/N-chan knows Takeru Nakashima?” Hinata asked innocently, stuffing his face with food & watching you. Kenji and Kags looked over too.

Aone felt himself stop breathing when you leaned in to whisper in the captain’s ear, causing Nakashima to turn red all over.

Aone wanted to throw up.

“I wasn’t aware.” Mountain man responded, his shoulders stiff.

Now, Mountain Man trusted you, yes, that much is true. He could practically read you like a book. But he absolutely hated the way Takeru’s eyes lit up like a fucking Christmas tree when you approached, talking only to him as if you were on some sort of secret mission.

Sure, all the guys at this tournament checked all of the cheerleaders out—asking out Katana and Kusa almost 4 times a day—but Kenji made it pretty clear to everyone he spoke with to spread the word that Y/N is taken, so Takeru definitely knew.

Kenji has been through too much with y’all already lmao

That didn’t stop Takeru from admiring you though. And being absolutely flabbergasted that you randomly wanted to speak to him, of all people, today.

As he watched from so far away, Aone was reminded of how much he hated the feeling he got when seeing you happily give another guy who’s clearly interested in you your attention. It was a familiar feeling that he’d felt when you were seeing that baseball player last year, but the feeling was justly multiplied now, since Aone did have some level of claim on you now. He wasn’t just wishing he had a right to be jealous like he did back then—You were his girlfriend now. The best thing that’s ever happened to him.

“Maybe they know eachother from somewhere,” Kenji lightly elbowed his best friend on the arm. “You should ask her.”

“Hm.” Aone grunted, crawling back into his minimal communication shell that he always went in when he was hurt.

Kenji was concerned because Aone hadn’t gone back to that since that night at the bowling alley.

Still watching you, Aone saw you lean in to hug Takeru and then skip over to his table. To him.

“Hi baby!” You exclaim, happier than usual. Aone couldn’t help but frown because were you happier because you spoke to that other guy? Did Takeru increase your happiness?

“Hi,” said Aone kindly, opening his arms for a hug. If Takeru got one, then bby mountain man wanted one—too.

childish jealous bby. I luv

You walked straight into your boyfriend’s perfect embrace as you stood and he remained seated. You felt him hug you tighter than usual, pressing his ear to your chest and running a caring hand up and down your back with his big beefy hands. This wasn’t the usual hug he gave you in public at all, it was more like how he hugged you when you two were cuddling and watching a movie at his house.

Muddled, you raised your eyebrow at Kenji for a silent explanation and Kenji just shrugged, not willing to tell on his friend for being jealous. After 10 seconds, Aone still wouldn’t let you go, closing his eyes while he relished in the feel and angelic smell of you so close to him.

“Uhhh.......you okay, sweetie?” You asked him, raising your hands to gently play with the hair on the back of his head. Aone nodded into your chest again—too jealous to realize that his head was pressing on your pillowy tits that he drools over.

A lot of boys were very jealousssss seeing you two, wishing they were Aone right about now.

“Do you know him?” Aone asked, his eyes still closed as he felt like sleeping on your booby pillows.

“Who?” You asked, lost as usual.

Kenji groaned. “Who do you think? Nakashima. Do you know him?”

“Ohhhhh!” You laughed. “No. I just met him right now. I wanted to uh....say hi.”

Aone’s frown deepened. He had no issue when you always spoke to your male friends at school, but even so, they always sought you out friendly. You basically never went up to anyone but the cheerleaders. Takeru is getting special treatment.... because Why didn’t you want to do that to him during the two years he day dreamed about you? - pondered mountain man.

“Want to go on a walk with me, Aone baby?” You asked Aone, not clueing in that he felt any type of way at all. “Some of the girls are getting ice cream just up the road. I want you to come.”

Aone nodded quickly, but he didn’t make any motion to leave this comfortable boob-hug yet.

“You just gonna hug me until Katana is ready to go?” You giggled.

Baby nodded.

“Okay.” You respond with a smile, continuing to run your hand through his short hair soothingly the way he likes. You just begin chatting to Hinata.

Aone felt reassured by your loving actions in front of the whole camp, but unfortunately..... that reassurance was short lived.

***

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August 9th - Day 4 out of 7 of Training Camp

Throughout the camp, Aone watched everyday as you made what you did the other day a routine. You’d come into the caf with the other pretty cheerleaders, looking the prettiest, wave at your boyfriend, walk over to talk to Takeru Nakashima: sometimes bringing him out in the hall for something, then come back to kiss and greet your wonderful boyfriend.

Kenji, Kogenagawa, and especially Aone didn’t fucking like it.

“Want me to teach Takeru a lesson about boundaries?” Kogenagawa asked Aone at lunch a couple days later, cracking his knuckles like he would actually do something (he’d be too scared looool). Aone shook his head firmly. “No,” he answered, feeling hurt watching you smile brightly at something Nakashima said.

Kenji said his piece, “It’s Y/N that keeps approaching him, big boned setter. It’s not like Takeru really does it back, plus, I reminded him that that’s my best friend’s girl during outside hitter drills yesterday. He was really understanding, he seems like a really good kid.”

Kogenagawa nodded. “Great. I definitely don’t think Y/N is doing it on purpose though, she used to be way more flirty with that baseball guy or with Aone-senpai—but I just wish Takeru didn’t always look like Christmas came early whenever Y/N comes around.”

Kenji nodded. “That’s true. I may not know why Y/N wants to talk to him so badly, but I definitely know that Takeru is loving every second of it. He wouldn’t do anything because I’ve learned he’s a pretty stand-up guy, but man..... no offence Aone but Y/N needs to understand how fuck-hot she is. And that some guys will like her enthusiastic cheerleader personality a bit too much.”

Aone’s heart dropped as he listened to his honest friends. “I do not blame Nakashima....” Aone started, feeling his blood start to boil a bit because Takeru couldn’t help but stare at your fine ass in tight practice shorts when you walked away from him and toward Aone. Aone growled deep within his chest territorially.

As if he heard the growl but more likely probably just feeling menacing eyes on him, Takeru’s eyes flicked to Aone’s. Startled by how angry and scary Aone looked because he caught Nakashima staring at his girlfriend, Nakashima quickly diverted his eyes. Looking anywhere else but at Y/N for the duration of the day.

“I don’t blame Nakashima...” Aone continued his thought. “....I had and still have the same feelings for Y/N as she is very desirable. And besides, surely I don’t blame Y/N either. It’s not her fault she is attractive. A man’s actions toward an attractive woman is NEVER the woman’s fault. (A/N: KING!) And she is only talking to him, I shouldn’t be so envious.”

Kogenagawa nodded again. “That’s the spirit, Aone-senpai.”

“Easier said than done,” Kenji muttered before taking some gulps of his sports drink, knowing his best friend better than anyone else.

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August 11th - Day 6 out of 7 of Training Camp

As previously mentioned, your boyfriend trusted you, but he also knew that you were absolutely lost when it came to knowing when a guy has a crush on you (how in the world do you know that Aone? Hahahaha) and it was pretty damn obvious that Takeru Nakashima was falling fast and hard. Pissed and annoyed, Aone watched you go chat with him day after day and then come over like nothing happened. It was obvious you didn’t like the kid in a romantic way, but Aone still wanted to know why you wanted to talk to him so much and why you even gave him the time of the day that Aone so desperately wanted from you before you noticed him. Maybe he was a little bitter and a lot jealous of Takeru’s ability to get your attention.

Takanobu wanted all your attention on him. Without knowing it, this big baby slowly got more and more clingy and pouty to his beautiful girlfriend.

When he was walking down a hall with you and Takeru happened to turn down the same hall with his team, Aone would pull you in close to his side and basically shield you from his view.

When you two would say bye after lunch and Aone noticed Nakashima was watching, he’d lean down to kiss you maybe a bit more passionately than usual (not that you were complaining, your boyfriend’s passionate kisses made your knees weak)....

Aone even somehow convinced you to wear his Date Tech jacket during lunch, because according to Aone the air conditioning was way too cold for the tiny practice outfit the cheerleaders had to wear, and he didn’t want you get sick.

bullshit, Aone😒 lol

But again, you weren’t complaining! You loved the smell of your boyfriend and having the feeling of his arms being around you because you were wearing his gigantic sweater just made you the happiest cheerleader ever!

But, unfortunately.... Even with all of that—just as Kenji predicted—that didn’t really keep Aone’s jealously under wraps:

Currently, you two were sitting beside eachother on a bench waiting for Kenji and Kanji to finish talking to the coach so you all could walk home together since you were going to your boyfriend’s. Everything was good as you two spoke and enjoyed each other’s company. Then, this boy just had to ruin a great moment.

Seeing Takeru approach; his shy eyes stuck on his girlfriend, Aone didn’t hesitate to put his arms around you and pull you on his lap with ease. His horny side didn’t even freak out that your ass was on his dick.....much. He was too focused on shooting daggers at your approaching admirer that you seemed to like very much.

Hesitating because he picked up on Aone’s protective message, Takeru flushed in fear before finding the guts to walk up to you anyway. Mountain man was not impressed.

Takeru stared only at you nervously. Good choice.

“Hey uh........Y/N. can I uh.....a-ask you something....?”

Furious that anyone would try it with him right there, mountain man poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

You moved to get off of your boyfriends lap, about to answer with an exuberant ‘sure!’ but that was until your boyfriend’s strong arms held you on his lap and he answered Takeru for you.

“You may ask US something.” He corrected Takeru, venom evident throughout his tone.

Your jaw dropped, turning back to who you thought was the sweetest boy you’ve ever met incredulously.

“Babe! That is so not nice!” You scolded.

Aone looked down at you, immediately cowering under your gaze because you looked disappointed in him. He never wanted you to be disappointed in him! Mountain man released his tight grip on you and apologized sincerely under his breath.

Still a bit unhappy with him, you just got off his lap to walk away with Takeru.

Aone sighed.

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August 12th - Final Day of Training Camp

“Hello, Nakashima-senpai. Do you mind if I speak to you for a second before you get on your bus?” Aone bowed politely to the upperclassmen.

Taken aback by the giant middle blocker’s new kind behaviour toward him, Nakashima nodded, a bit frightened.

Aone pointed toward the empty bench that he was sitting on yesterday with Y/N when he’d been so rude to Takeru.

Takeru nodded and called over his shoulder for the team to keep packing up the bus, he would just be a few minutes. Takeru followed the mountain man.

“Uh.....you’re not going to beat me up, um, a-are you?” Takeru asked while using one hand to awkwardly massage the back of his neck.

Aone shook his head stoically, taking a seat on the bench then inviting Takeru to join him. He did.

“Y/N does not know I am doing this, so I want you to know this is completely genuine.” Aone turned to face the 5’8 captain. “I’m very sorry for the way I have acted toward you this entire training camp, Nakashima-senpai.”

Takeru nodded slowly.....

Aone continued. “I was admittedly jealous of the fact that my girlfriend noticed you so easily and always wanted to talk to you....especially since I’d wanted her to notice me in such a way for years and she never did.” Aone sighed. “It made me feel insecure. But that is no excuse. Kenji-san says that you respected our relationship all along, and um, my behaviour yesterday was undeniably unacceptable and for that I am sorry!” Aone stuck out his hand as emotions caused his voice to raise at the end of his apology.

Takanobu chuckled, shaking the big guy’s hand. “Hey, no worries, I accept your apology, Takanobu-san. Don’t worry about it. For what it’s worth I don’t know how you do it—what with having such a gorgeous girlfriend and dealing with guys like me who develop pathetic, spineless, hopeless crushes on her.....”

Aone’s eyebrows furrowed at the outside hitter’s confession.

Takeru gasped when he realized what he said, red as a tomato. He rushed to explain.

“S-sorry! N-not that I would ever act on those f-feelings!” He tripped over his words, but Aone was calm. Again, he couldn’t blame another man for falling for someone as incredible as you—he did. Takeru relaxed when he realized the middle blocker wasn’t going to break him in two.

“Aone, I mean it when I say it’s a hopeless crush because that girl.....Y/N.....she’s really in love with you. You’re all the she talks about, to be honest. And trust me, she didn’t ‘notice’ me out of no where..........um.........well I’ve said too much already.”

Aone stopped listening after hearing someone else say that Y/N is in love with him... he couldn’t believe other people could tell, solidifying to him that this wasn’t a dream anymore, and that you were his for keeps. It made him so confident.

Takeru cleared his throat which brought Aone back down to the present and out of Y/N-dreamland. Takeru was being called to the bus by his coach.

“Looks like I have to go, but......I just want to s-say that..........Y/N is a really good girl, Aone. You are the luckiest guy I know to have a girlfriend like her, and I’m not just talking about her looks. She really loves you, like a lot, and I hope you two last, because she deserves to be as happy as you make her forever. I don’t blame you at all for acting the way you did. I think I’d do worse. Thank you for the apology, though.........YES COACH IM COMING.....gotta jet. I wont be playing this year but I’ll see you from the audience. Good luck!” With some walking backwards and talking, Takeru waved to Aone and then jogged to his bus.

Feeling relieved, Aone packed up and went home.

***

Later that night after his night time routine, mountain man texted you before bed. You hadn’t spoken to him all day for the rude behaviour he exhibited yesterday (or for some other reason wink wink) and it made your boyfriend just give you your space anxiously. But he couldn’t go to sleep before letting you know how sorry he was:

Aone: I miss you. I’m extremely sorry about yesterday. That wasn’t like me. I hope you have a perfect sleep

You: 💖💖💖 Takeru said you apologized???????

I forgive you baby 💘🏔

I hope you have a perfect sleep & a perfect wake 2 🤫😉

Not really understanding what your last part of the text meant but too tired from training camp to figure it out, Aone closed his eyes and drifted off into romantic and sexy dreams starring his unbelievably gorgeous girlfriend.

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Taglist: @crushzone @galagcica @chaichai-the-weeb @nairobiisqueen

Special Birthday Outtake Part 2 (NSFW): CLICK HERE🎉

[kinetic-elaboration]

April 14: 2x15 The Trouble with Tribbles

Back to watching TOS on Wednesdays! We’ll see if I can keep this up because I do prefer it to Fridays.

Today’s episode: the Classic (tm) Trouble with Tribbles.

Starting out with a little test for Chekov lol. Just Chekov, his mentor, and his mentor-in-law.

My mom called Chekov “Kirk and Spock’s little project,” which I think is hilarious but also probably true. Only 22 years old and on the bridge crew? Private quiz by the top two people on the ship? Legit interpretation.

“It was just a little joke.” / “Extremely little, Ensign.” Classic Spock burn.

The Organian Peace Treaty--from Errand of Mercy??

I really do feel like Kirk is genuinely amused by Chekov.

You would never guess from this intro about tense diplomatic situations and number-one-top-priority-triple-red-alerts that this was going to be a crack-y episode about space bunnies.

Oh no, a fake red alert! Kirk is really angry now.

Kirk and Spock are very Married today.

STORAGE COMPARTMENTS?? StOrAgE cOmPaRtmEnTs?

WHEAT??

Do not try to imply that Spock doesn’t know things; he is contractually obligated to show off.

Canadian wheat.

Honestly, just let Kirk call it wheat.

Spock is using diplomacy to reign Kirk in. Sarek would be proud. And Spock would be insulted that Sarek is proud.

Kirk is very Sassy today.

Omg the waitresses have little wings.

Spock taking the wheat from behind his back and giving it to Kirk like a magician’s assistant.

I feel like Kirk is bitter about the wheat because it’s the one (1) thing he’s not a nerd about. And he’s from Iowa too!! He should know!

Uhura listening to the salesman; well she IS here to shop, after all.

Is it alive? Is it cute? Oh who am I kidding, I can see it’s cute!

Oh no the tribble is eating the grain.

Uhura is truly adorable.

I can’t believe she just made a joke about never getting any shore leave and here she is, back at her station again.

Can you even imagine AOS Kirk being tasked with protecting a bunch of grain? HE would make Iowa jokes.

And Spock is trying so hard not to laugh.

Tbh I have a real soft spot for these frustrated Kirk episodes. Poor, long-suffering Kirk. So much more serious than all of the nonsense going on around him.

I like this space station design.

Klingons on shore leave. They just want to have some fun. No bowling alleys on their ships!

Technical journal time for Scotty!

“I am immune to their effect....” Sure. What’s funny to me is that Kirk actually is immune to their effect. Truly at no point does he seem charmed or amused by or even interested in the tribbles, except in their capacity as Klingon detectors at the end

“I think they’re old enough [to be adopted].” Lol how can you tell?

One look from Spock reigns Kirk in. #spacehusbands

Oh, you noticed there are 11 tribbles instead of 1? How astute.

“What do you get when you feed a tribble too much?” / “A fat tribble.” This is ACTUAL DIALOGUE. Oh, Kirk.

Honestly McCoy is a medical doctor, so it kind of would make more sense for Spock to be doing these tribble experiments but he has his hands full with Kirk

Kirk is awfully insistent upon Scotty taking shore leave when he should very well remember what happened last time

“You’d think he’d be a vodka man.” And he is!

Klingons don’t understand Kirk at all. He IS a little soft <3

Where’s that post that’s like ‘the AOS writers just listened to this one Klingon speech about Kirk and wrote his character based on that?” I mean... not totally inaccurate.

Actually it is a potentially interesting speech. Is this really how his enemies see him based on his reputation? Or is it just, like, a bunch of generic insults you could apply to pretty much any captain of a group you didn’t like?

Poor Kirk, missing out on this fight scene.

Lol the drink joke. Does it make sense? No, but it’s funny all the same.

“Captain’s log: I am forced to cancel shore leave.”

Angry Daddy!Kirk and his unhelpful children. You’re ALL grounded!!

“No this is not off the record!” Not even gonna debate that Scotty.

This whole Kirk and Scotty scene deserves an Emmy.

Spones + Tribbles

The extra hilarious thing about Spock talking about the uselessness of the tribbles and Bones defending their cuteness as being an end in and of itself is that Spock DOES canonically like soft, pleasing animals. Even in this episode!!

The tribble wants to be captain.

Kirk collecting tribbles lmao.

“Don’t look at me, it’s the tribbles that are breeding.”

The tribbles are bisexual. Just like Captain Kirk. (Yes this is two different uses of the term that mean totally different things and I do NOT care I just like hearing the word “bisexual” in DeForest Kelley’s voice.)

I feel like Uhura must be so lonely.. Trying to talk to Spock about the moon. Meeting shape shifting aliens who become native Swahili speakers just for her. Trying to buy love in the form of small, cute animals.

The tribbles have been taken from their predator-filled environment. I am VERY curious about their native environment now. What eats tribbles?

“It’s you I take lightly.” Honestly this level of sass almost makes AOS Kirk seem IC.

“Licensed asteroid locator and prospector.” Brb changing careers.

“But he is after my grain!”

Kirk saying “au revoir” is funny on its face for how he echoes Cyrano what’s-his-face but also because it reminds me of Shatner saying “I’m from Canada, so I speak French.”

No, the tribbles got in his food! That is the last straw.

It’s hard to tell because it’s covered in tribbles, but Spock appears to have a very odd looking salad. (Or that large piece of fruit is a tribble, really hard to tell.)

Spock’s “fascinating” was so quiet.

“They’re into the machinery all right.” First, lol, and second, isn’t Scotty supposed to be in his room thinking about what he’s done?

You can really see that missing finger.

Gonna beam down some tribbles too.

And now to top off this bad day: the indignity of having a bunch of dead tribbles fall on his head. To wacky music.

“Gorged? On my grain?” It’s more likely than you think.

And like........you realize someone off set is just continuing to throw little puff balls at Shatner's head at regular intervals during this whole scene? One just bounced right off it.

And the answer to the tribble problem is literally “stop feeding them” which is so obvious that I assumed it was just harder than one would think not to feed a tribble. Since no one fed them. And they continued to eat.

I also love how Bones comes into his best friend literally buried in tribbles and doesn’t even blink.

Whereas Spock’s here with his mouth this thinnest possible line, trying not to laugh.

They like Vulcans! They have good taste.

Spock is definitely that type that has secret low self esteem so he builds himself up with confident comments at every opportunity.

“He’s a Klingon, Jim.”

Kirk REALLY likes threatening the Klingons with tribbles.

I feel like leaving Cyrano to single-handedly clean up the tribbles over 17 years is not a punishment that makes sense because like... must the station live with the tribbles until then? Also, where is he to put them?

I think they should be returned to their native habitat to be eaten by predators according to the natural cycle of life.

Are we to understand that SPOCK suggested beaming the tribbles on to the Klingon ship? Perhaps I have underestimated his prank war abilities.

I’ll be honest, this ep is very entertaining and for that reason one of my favorites, but I don’t know that it paints the Enterprise, and Kirk in particular, in the best light.

Like... I am really torn on Kirk’s treatment of the undersecretary. I know he often doesn’t much like administrators and diplomats and other people who don’t seem to have much RL experience, and certainly this Federation official got on his bad side immediately and understandably by misusing the red alert.

But... Kirk isn’t at all subtle about not liking him. I mean he literally says “I don’t like you” and that’s just objectively unprofessional, which he is not. The sassiness was way unsubtle, which could be funny, but it just didn’t seem IC.

I can almost justify it because of the red alert mix up--that’s everything Kirk hates: violating regulations, showing disrespect to him and his crew, uncalled for manipulation--and I think he has the right to be upset about it. But he continues holding this grudge for a long time. It feels like it’s just as much about not personally caring about the grain as about anything else. Like he’s dismissive about the grain because he personally has never heard of it. So obviously it’s not important.

That’s too much that conventional-wisdom arrogant, dumb Kirk for me.

I guess I just don’t understand, why so much hatred for the undersecretary? Because his two biggest sins were the red alert and employing a Klingon. But as I already said, I think Kirk’s ire is disproportionate to the first offense and no one knew about the Klingon until the end--because a tribble, not Kirk specifically, found him out.

Otherwise..this guy was right! The grain was important, losing it or having it sabotaged would have very bad consequences for the Federation, it is Kirk’s job to guard it, and he should do it well. He was also right that the Klingon threat was real!! He’d brought in the Klingon threat but he was still right about it existing. The Klingons did in fact sabotage the grain! And although we hear at the end that there was magically more grain out there... I don’t get how or from where.

Furthermore, he used the red alert specifically because he seemed to think Kirk wouldn’t rush over to protect the grain otherwise, and Kirk is so dismissive of this “just wheat” that he kinda proves the guy right!

Anyway, I can see the grains of this Kirk (lol pun not intended) in his general characterization, but it’s too over the top, to the point where it’s OOC. He does take his job, including the diplomatic aspects of it, very seriously, and I think an IC Kirk would protect the grain, and maybe be only occasionally, subtly sassy to the undersecretary.

But this was such a crack-y episode overall... it was like everyone was turned up to 11 and pushed slightly to the side.

It was a fun ep though with a lot of very classic scenes, and it’s another reminder that Spock likes soft, adorable animals.

I will admit that I actually do not think the tribbles are particularly cute. They kind of weird me out. They’re just lumps of fur.

Next is The Gamesters of Triskelion, which I vaguely remember as a decent but not great episode.

[sweetpxsin]

Stray Kids: When you wake up from a night mare

Request: Anon

Member: Strays Kids

Plot: chan or stray kids in general reaction to their s/o waking up from a nightmare pretty please?

Genre: Fluff

Note:im on spring break have 4 A’s 1 B and IM STILL STRESSING OVER THAT ONE C+ LIKE SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME THE SECRET TO PHYSICS! LIKE MY 3.6 GPA IS IN DANGER AND MY GPA IS THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME SANE (also this is trash brb gotta go kms) [ Master list // Request // Guidelines ] *gifs are not mine credits to original posters

[ C H A N ]

•Honestly speaking here Chan is probably still up by the time your nightmare even happens

•But his attention was instantly brought to you once he heard you whimpering and honest to truth he thought that his work was disturbing your sleep so he’d just lower the brightness of his laptop and plug in headphones, of course with one shifted slightly off his ear so he could hear you

•Though when your whimpering continued he stopped working completely and was a little shocked himself when he saw your body shoot up

•and at first he thought you had just woke up out of shock but when you turned to face him with tears brimming your eyes along with labored breath he knew something more was up and instantly would put his work away

•Chan wouldn’t hesitate to pull you close towards him knowing you need the physical  comfort more than anything right now

•His hand would be running comfortingly up and down your back as you told him what had happened in your nightmare and his heart would break a little when your grip on him tightened a little more as if you were afraid to lose him

•Before he started speaking he would give you a chance to calm your own nerves down before he offered comforting words and a nice cuddle that would lull you back into a peaceful slumber before he followed suit, his work now long forgotten

[ W O O J I N ]

•It wasn’t hard to notice your small whimpers and harsh sharp movements when Woojin was practically cuddling you in your sleep

•He’d gently take hold of your shoulders and try shaking you awake and only got a little more aggressive in his shaking once you didn’t wake up

•But once you did wake up he could barely tell because the only indicator he had was the loud gasp that left your lips and your labored breath that followed after

•Since he was already holding you he’d only pull you closer in response and ask you what was wrong and if there was anything he could do for you

•He’d allow you to ramble about what you were dreaming about before offering comforting words he knew would make you feel safe

•He also wouldn’t let you go the whole time knowing it provide some sort of comfort for you

•And by the time you had started to calm down he wouldn’t let himself fall asleep till knew you were sleeping peacefully in his arms

•Even before he’d go to sleep he’d make sure to give you  head a quick peck on the forehead

[ M I N H O ]

•You had fallen asleep with one of his arms around you way before him falling asleep so he didn’t fail to feel you  slightly tense in his arms

•and he didn’t hesitate at all to rip his eyes off the tv in front of him to see if anything was wrong

•Minho couldn’t help but frown a little seeing the look of pure distress on your face and his hands instantly went to holding your arms to shake you lightly just enough to get you to wake up

•Though he almost felt guilty with how abruptly you had woken up, but he was quick to realize he wasn’t the reason for you to wake up so quickly

•Partly because you looked like you were on the verge of tears and was even more tense than you had perviously been

•He wasn’t quick to pull you into his embrace rather he would ask you what was wrong, fully listening to what you had to say so he knew how to comfort you

•Afterwards he’d finally  pull you towards him

•and he’d depending on what you had a nightmare on the way he would comfort you would vary from soft and gentle words that would pull you back to Earth or he’ gently hold you knowing you’d find some sort of solace in just listening to his steady heartbeat along with him holding you

•And after that he’d try to make sure you fell asleep before him or at least at the same time so he would know that you were no longer bothered about whatever had disturbed yourself beforehand

[ C H A N G B I N  ]

•Changbin wasn’t in the bed at the time you were had fall asleep so he never got the chance to hear you whimper or jolt slightly in your sleep

•So you could say at the very least he was more than surprised for when you were practically almost falling out of the bed to only run into his arms

•And he could almost feel guilty with how tightly you were holding him, with your labored breath and glistening eyes

•Though it would settle in quickly that your random outburst was more than rash actions and was because you had in fact had probably one of your most worst nightmares yet

•And he wouldn’t hesitate as to pull you closer to him as he comfortingly run his hand up and down your back

•And because he was partly afraid your legs would give out from underneath you he would gently guide you back to the bed never breaking the physical contact

•Changbin would have you cradle in his arms tight as he gently ask you what was wrong, his other hand gently fixing your hair as you spoke in a hushed tone

•Once you had managed to calm down though he wouldn’t really try much to make you go to sleep because he knew you me own shock and his body warmth was enough to make you feel tired

•and once you finally did fall asleep he couldn’t help but to tuck Gyu in your arms as he continued to hold you like that till he himself fell asleep

[ H Y U N J I N ]

•Hyunjin wasn’t even facing you or holding you once you suddenly began to toss and turn in your nightmare but as your movement became more harsh he’d finally wake up

•at first he thought you were just trying to get comfortable till he saw the distraught look on your face and instantly reached over to wake you up

•But before he could reach over he’d be surprised once you jumped, your eyes snapping open

•he’d ask if anything was alright and if you were having troubles with sleeping

•He wouldn’t necessarily nor understand your sudden waking till you had told him about what you had dreamed about

•By then he’d have you wrapped up in his arms feeling slightly, guilty he couldn’t quite pinpoint as to why you were acting that way to begin with

•Afterwards he’d dedicate most of his time trying to get you to laugh or at least making you crack a smile so you were a little less worried about your nightmare

•And if that didn’t work he wouldn’t mind settling for the much more calmer and sweeter way to calm you down

[ J I S U N G ]

•Jisung would probably have you all wrapped up in his arms because he just loved the affection so it was only natural for him to feel you tense up quickly in his arms

•He would pull back from the embrace he had you in and try to see what was wrong only to see you awake in his arms

•At first he would question what was wrong and if you were having trouble sleeping but would instantly sense your hesitation in telling him

•It wouldn’t take him long to figure out that you had a nightmare and a soft smile would make its way to his face

•He would think about how precious were to still have nightmares, but only if they were the silly ones that didn’t make sense

•But he wouldn’t hesitate to pull you back into this embrace to mumble comforting words softly to you

•and if that wasn't enough to calm you down he’d also rub a hand up and down your back while leaving soft kisses against your skin knowing the affection would calm you down more than anything

•A small chuckle might leave his lips too if you cuddle into him further whining to him as if you were afraid he’d leave

•Of course he wouldn’t leave your side because cuddle up close to you till he fell asleep was a moment he was not about to

[ F E L I X ]

•To be honest Felix’s scenario would be very similar to Jisung’s in a sense that he’s full out big spooning you

•Thought to be quite honest he wouldn’t be asleep more like he was letting sleep slowly take over him as he admire you and even fixing the stray hairs that had fallen out of place

•But you jolting awake  was enough to snap him out of his own drowsy state and he was quick to ask what was wrong

• it would take you a moment till you finally told him what had happen and Felix would immediately respond in either one or two ways depending on how bad your nightmare had been

•If it was something small and silly, totally out of the ordinary Felix’ would shoot you his adorable laugh before telling you not to worry but if it was something a little more serious and realistic he would take the time to say something thoughtful

•Though not to the point it would bring down the mood it was thoughtful to the point it would bring a sense of piece to your currently tense and afraid mood

•And if all else false he’d hold you tight in his embrace and hum soothingly to you, to get you to calm down

[ S E U N G M I N ]

•Seungmin would be more like Minho’s scenario were you had managed to sleep in his arms while he was doing something on his own

•In this case you’d be laying on top of him, with his own back pressed against the bedframe as he continued to watch the movie infront of him, though your sudden jolts would be quick to grab his attention

•And at first he’d think it was just small reflexes and something just small till he heard your slight whimpering

•Only then would he take actions to try to wake up, like shaking your shoulders lightly till you woke up, finally in a sudden jolt

•When your gaze met his he’d be taken  aback slightly by your terrified/distressed face

•But would be quick to connect the dots and instantly his hands that were wrapped around your waist would be rubbing up and down your back comfortingly

•He wouldn’t necessarily force you to say anything rather he’d talk softly to you

•As if he was gently guiding you away from the terrible thoughts your nightmare may have brought upon you

•And just when he thought you were about to fall back to sleep he would gently sing your favorite songs to you, in an attempt to lull you back to your peaceful slumber

[ J E O N G I N ]

•He really isn’t easy to wake up but when he felt your sudden jolts of movement he pulled himself from his slumber to check up on you

•but before he could even get his hands on you to shake you away you were already jolting yourself up in a sitting position

•He could tell by your labored breath and the glistening sweat on your forehead that was highlighted by the moonlight that you had had a nightmare

•It wouldn’t take him long before he gingerly pulls you into his embrace

•And of course he’d tried to calm you down slightly by running his hands through your hair or rubbing up and down your back asking you about what you had dreamt about

•If it was nothing serious he would try to joke around with you till your wonderful smile appeared back on your lips, knowing you felt safe in his arms

•otherwise if it was more serious he would whisper comforting words and reassuring thoughts that his hyungs had once said to him when he was scared, till you were calm enough

•And if the circumstances called for it he’d stay up all night to make sure you felt safe in his arms till he finally cradled the both of you to sleep together

[professor-hiddles]

One and Only pt.2

pairing: peter parker x reader

word count: 3.9k

warnings: super minor mentions of death, post-breakup brooding & again, cute lil peter

pt.1

Your hospital visit was nothing out of the ordinary, the E.R. staff knew you by name at this point. After playing sports your whole life, breaking bones here and there, you’re bound to end up in a hospital at one point or another. The last time you were there, it was a fractured wrist from falling during soccer practice. Your doctor told you to take it easy, but ‘easy’ wasn’t in your vocabulary.

Your doctor, Dr. Collins, decided it would be best if you stayed overnight, just so they could watch for any potential internal bleeding or other complications. This sounded absolutely ridiculous to you, but understandable to your father.

“Honey, its only one night. I’m sure you’ll survive. Anyway, I gotta go, I have to pick up your brother before work. I’m working the night shift today, but call if you need anything, I love you,” your dad said, kissing you on the forehead and walking out. Now, it was just you and your thoughts left in the room.

[P.P.] Hey, Y/N, how’s the hospital?

You smiled at the text, happy that someone actually cared enough to text you.

[Y/N] eh, could have been worse, but nothing I haven’t seen before lol the food still sucks, and my dad left so i’m a little lonely at the moment

[P.P.] What if I told u I was on my way there? I might bring food too if ur nice lol

[Y/N] PLEASE DO I’LL LOVE U FOREVER PETER

Just as you put your phone down, there was a soft knock on your door. Your head snapped up, to find Peter standing there, pizza box and teddy bear in hand. A wide smile formed on your face, and you beckoned for him to come in.

“Peter! You brought food!” You threw an arm around him, careful not to further agitate your already hurting ribcage.

He chuckled, opening the box and handing you a slice. “Thought you might want some company. I was actually on my way up when I texted you, and then I saw the gift shop, and this little guy was just calling my name,” he said, handing you the bear.

“Now I wont be lonely! Also, I don’t think this counts as our date, so I’d be more than willing to go out with you as soon as I’m out of here,” you said, smile still planted on your face.

He smiled, knowing that the both of you subconsciously counted this as a date, but neither cared to admit it. He grabbed your hand, squeezing it a bit.

“That would be awesome, Y/N. So maybe we should start brainstorming? Like ideas for the date, you know?” He almost looked nervous, though you doubted that this was his first actual date. You nodded your head, pulling a piece of paper from your backpack that your dad left. ‘Do some homework, Y/N. Keep your mind on track.’

Even in the hospital you couldn’t catch a break.

“Alright, so, what do you want to do? Movies, dinner, hang out; what style of date do you fancy, Mr. Parker?” You joked, smiling. The gears were turning in his head, trying to think of places he liked.

“Okay, well there is this one spot, right in the middle of Central Park, there’s a huge-ass rock that I like to lay on and look at the stars, but I get it if its too far for you. I know you  sometimes have to watch your brother, so if you want to stay closer to home, I’m sure I could think of somewh—“ You put a hand over his mouth to stop his rambling.

“Peter, that sounds perfect. It really doesn’t matter if its a kind of far, I can always get my neighbor to watch my brother. If it’s somewhere you recommend, I’m sure I’ll love it. Now, when do you want to go?” You chewed on the end of the pen, heart fluttering at the thought of actually going on a date with him.

“How’s Friday? I could swing by around 7? You know, if you feel good enough, with your cracked rib and all.” He chuckled a little under his breath, at the small spider-man pun he made. You didn’t seem to catch it, which was a small relief for him. 

You nodded, setting the date in your calendar. “You’ve got yourself a date, now hopefully I can convince my dad to let me go. He’s too protective sometimes, you know?” Peter laughed, thinking of his Aunt May, and how protective she was. His phone then buzzed with an important message from Tony Stark, signaling it was time for him to leave.

“Yeah, I completely understand. Speaking of protective family, I gotta get going. My Aunt May would kill me if she knew I wasn’t at decathlon practice right now,” he said, watching for your reaction. Your face did fall a bit, but you understood why he had to go.

“Don’t miss me too much, Parker. Text me when you get home though, so I know you’re safe, ok?” He nodded his head, giving you a quick hug and a kiss on the head before making his way out.

Once you were alone, you looked at the small bear that he bought for you. You noticed it was dressed like Spider-man, which made you laugh a bit.

“Guess its just me and you now, Spidey. Hope you like ‘How I met Your Mother,’ ‘cause thats what I’m putting on.” Your hand reached for the remote, and you settled into the hospital bed, with a slice of pizza and the bear.

The next morning, you were woken up to doctors and nurses clamoring around your room. You rubbed your eyes, confused as to what was going on. Your father was there, arguing with the doctor, who apparently wanted to keep you there for another night.

“Oh, good, you’re awake. How do you feel? Any pain? Nausea? Vomiting?” The doctor was moving you around, getting your heartbeat, checking the wounded area, looking very frazzled.

“No, I feel absolutely fine. Great, in fact. Why is everyone so antsy? Did something happen while I was sleeping?” You were incredibly confused, no one wanted to tell you anything.

“Sweetpea, this might sound strange, but the doctors told me that somehow, your rib healed itself while you were sleeping. Something that should have taken at least a few weeks to heal, miraculously happened overnight. They want to keep you for further observation, but I don’t want you to be an experiment,” your father had a comforting hand on your shoulder, but your mind was struggling to grasp what had just been told to you.

Your first instinct was to poke the rib, for whatever reason. No pain. Your eyebrows furrowed, more puzzled than ever. How is this possible?

“Your daughter is a medical mystery to us, right now, Mr. Y/L/N. With your permission, we would like to take a blood sample, to see if theres maybe something strange going on within her,” the doctor said to your father, who had a nervous hand running through his hair.

“No. Absolutely not. If she’s healed, then I’m taking her home. She has school, after all,” he said, gathering your things. Dr. Collins was trying to get him to stop for a moment, but your father wasn’t having it.

“Sir, I really don’t think thats the best thing to do right now. If we can figure out what exactly is going on, we could potentially help so many people,” the doctor said, trying to convince him. Your father still refused, he didn’t want them poking and prodding at you, and since you were still a minor, you didn’t have much of a say.

“Like I said, absolutely not. If she want’s to do this when she’s eighteen, thats going to be her decision. But while she’s under my protection, I’m going to have to say no,” He signed the discharge papers, and you were out.

It was a bit irrational, but you knew why your father said no. Your mother died in the same hospital three years ago, after a gunshot to the abdomen. She had lost too much blood, and the doctors couldn’t do anything. Your father blamed the doctors and the hospital, so he was reluctant to even take you for minor injuries.

You decided not to break the awkward silence in the car, so instead you took out your phone and texted Peter.

[Y/N] guess whatttttt

[P.P.] what????

[Y/N] i got discharged!! i still have to go to school though :((

[P.P.] its only 7:30am how are you out so soon?? i was sure they would keep you at least until noon

[P.P.] also yikes @ the school thing

[Y/N] apparently my bones healed overnight its super weird

[Y/N] OMG WAIT AM I A SUPERHERO

[Y/N] SHIT I COULD BE LIKE SPIDERGIRL OR SOMETHING

[Y/N] brb trying to shoot webs rn

[Y/N] catch me as the next member of the avengers bb

[P.P.] im sure spiderman would love to have you as his sidekick

[Y/N] LISTEN BUDDY I AM NOT A SIDEKICK

[Y/N] if either one of us had to be a sidekick its you peter parkour

[P.P.] keep telling yourself that lol

[P.P.] wait did you just call me parkour

[Y/N] yep i did meanie

You slipped your phone into your pocket chuckling when your dad pulled up in front of your house.

“Go take a quick shower and change your clothes, Y/N. I gotta have you at school for third period,” he said, chuckling at your groan.

“Do I have to go? Its not like anyone would miss me, dad,” you said, giving your best puppy dog eyes. He almost fell for it, but shook his head at the last second, telling you that you had to go.

You trudged into the house, dreading going to school. Another groan escaped your lips as you realized that you had practice today, and since your rib was healed, you couldn’t use that as an excuse. You took your sweet time getting ready, much to your fathers chagrin. You were finally dressed and ready to go an hour later, your dad shaking his head, because it shouldn’t take that long for someone to shower and put on a hoodie with sweats.

You rode the whole car ride with your hood up, headphones in. When your dad finally pulled up in front of the school, you left the car reluctantly, backpack hanging off one shoulder.

Your hood was still up, and you sat down in third period physics with a sigh. Formulas littered the board, a barely audible groan escaped, as Peter looked over from the seat next you, chuckling. Your teacher was going on about angular velocity at the moment, but everything went in one ear and out the other.

“You look like hell, spider-girl,” he said, trying to contain a laugh. You shot a glare his way, tightening your hood around your face. You slumped further down in your chair, wishing you were invisible, or sleeping.

“I feel like it too, parkour. I’d rather be back at the hospital being tested, dude. Anything would be better than physics right now,” you said, pouting and turning back to the notes on the board.

The rest of the day went by rather slowly, until you got to practice. You jogged onto the field, greeting the rest of your team and your coach. She told you to take it easy, but you had no intention of actually listening.

The drill that was currently going on was weaving, your favorite. The ball had started at you, and was going smoothly until the two girls with you decided only to pass to each other. This frustrated you, as you knew they just wanted to pity you for being hurt the day prior.

You let out an angry groan, charging after the ball even though it wasn’t your turn. If they don’t want to play fair, we won’t.

You dribbled the ball down the field, people were yelling at you, but you drowned it out. Your team’s goalie looked more than ready to block your shot, but all it took was a fake left and shot right to score on her.

Adrenaline pumped through you as you smiled, walking back up the field. You heard someone cheering for you on the sidelines, surprised to see Peter in the stands. Your smile grew wider, and you waved to him, acknowledging his cheering.

You could have sworn you heard him yell ‘thats my girl’ but you just shook it off, deducing that your ears were playing tricks on you.

“Y/L/N, what the hell was that? You just screwed up that whole drill! Not cool, Y/N,” one of the girls, Casey Jones, said, looking aggravated. You scoffed, ready to fight back, but your coach spoke up for you.

“No, she did exactly what I would have done. You two weren’t passing to her. This drill is about team work, not exclusion. So, if I’m not mistaken, Casey, you and Adriana are the ones who are ‘not cool’. You two can sit on the sidelines and watch until you figure out how to work as a team,” your coach said, earning glares from the two girls as they walked to the side, but ultimately they stopped talking.

“Thanks, coach,” you said, giving her a small, grateful smile. She clapped you on the back, turning away.

“Its no big deal, really. I’m proud of you for taking charge in that drill, you executed that shot perfectly, Y/N, and apparently I’m not the only one who thinks so,” she said, nodding her head toward Peter.

“Oh, we’re not together, coach. Its..complicated,” you said, before taking a sip of your water.

“I saw him with you at the nurse’s office the other day, you two looked pretty cozy. But, if you say its nothing, then I guess I have to believe it. All I’m gonna say is that you could have fooled me,” and with that, your coach turned and walked back onto the field, leaving you standing there, smiling like an idiot.

You looked back over, looking to see if he was still there. He wasn’t in the stands anymore, he was talking to Liz Toomes. Of course, I should have known. Every negative possibility ran through your head in that moment.

You jogged off the field, trying to figure out why Liz was the center of his attention. He had been so flirty with you, even going to the lengths of setting up a date, and you couldn’t help but wonder if his intentions with you were simply platonic. You knew he had a ‘crush’ on Liz last year, he was always staring at her, he even took her to homecoming! It hurt you, you had really thought that he was over her.

Granted, you did have a boyfriend last year, that was the only reason for why Peter went after Liz. Of course, you didn’t know that. He was seeking comfort, since you couldn’t be his at the time.

Your boyfriend had broken up with you over the summer, and it made you sad to say the least. The two of you were in love, or so you thought. He was cheating on you with a girl on your team, forcing you to question the integrity of the whole relationship.

Even when he broke up with you, it was done maliciously, he never wanted you to date anyone else. He decided that it would be best to break your spirit, not just your heart. In turn, you moped around for all of August, barely wanting to go outside. 

You barely even got out of bed. Your family had no idea what to do, your brother would try to comfort you, by bringing in little lego creations. Your father bought endless pints of ice cream, it was a wonder how you didn’t weigh 300 pounds by the end of summer. He had never been on the receiving end of a breakup, he had no idea how to get you through it.

He decided it might help to call his old college friend, May Parker. Unfortunately, she couldn’t make it, so she sent Peter instead, knowing that the two of you went to school together (and because he had a crush on you, but he didn’t know that she knew).

Of course, Peter was over the moon that he got to see you, but also heartbroken at the sight of your sadness. He broke things off with Liz that same week, but the two were still friends. He did everything that he could to make you feel better, he even sat through your favorite Disney movies with you.

It was perfect, but only lasted for a few days. You both had obligations, Peter with his Stark Internship, and you with your volunteer work. The two of you didn’t see each other again until school, and that brings us to the current time.

After seeing Peter with Liz, you went to the locker room, muttering under your breath. You slammed your locker closed, the girls around you jumping at the sudden noise. You whispered a quick ‘sorry,’ and left the room. You moved through the halls of your school quickly, hood up trying not to draw any attention to yourself.

It wasn’t unlike you to be seen in the library, its where you went to cool off. You settled into a chair in the back, cracking open the first book you pulled off the shelf, which happened to be 'Norse Myths and Gods: A History.’

You loved reading about mythology and gods from all cultures, it fascinated you to every extent of the word. You opened the book to see weapons and tools, your eyes falling on one, called the Megingjörð. Apparently, it was a belt worn by Thor, God of Thunder, said to double his strengths, but current whereabouts are unknown, if it was even real.

You were shaken out of your concentration when a body plopped down in front of you, causing you to jump a bit. You looked up, eyes falling on the one person you didn’t want to see.

“Norse Gods, huh? You know Tony Stark’s met Thor? Apparently he’s a super cool dude, super buff, too,” Peter said, flipping through the book. You pulled the book out of his hands, eyes focusing back on the page.

Without looking up, you replied flatly, “Thats nice, Peter.”

You saw his face drop from your peripheral vision, and he looked down at his hands.

“Did I do something? Y/N, whats going on?” He asked, barely a whisper. Your heart nearly broke at the sight, he looked genuinely upset.

“No, nothing. Its my fault for thinking that someone would actually want to be with me. But I guess I don’t really deserve to be happy,” you said, trying to focus on the book instead of looking at him. He grabbed your hand, desperately trying to figure out why you would say such a thing.

“Y/N, why would you think that? Did someone say something to you? ‘Cause if they did I’ll beat them up, I swear,” He said, puffing his chest outward, you caught your lips turning upward.

“No one had to say anything, Peter. I saw you talking to Liz earlier, so if you want, you can go talk to her and let me wallow in my pity party,” you took your hand from his, putting your attention back on the page of the book.

He looked around, trying to get a sense of what was going on, and then it clicked. “Y/N, can you look at me please? Are you jealous of Liz?” he said, pushing the book down with a finger.

You huffed, closing the book and looking dead at him. “What do you think?”

“I think that you have absolutely no reason to be jealous. She’s in my calculus class, and needed the notes from todays lesson. And if we’re really talking about deserving things right now, I honestly think you deserve the world. Come on, I have something to show you,” He grabbed your hand, pulling you up. You barely had time to grab your bag off the floor, he was pulling you to the door.

He took you in front of a set of lockers, nothing particularly out of the ordinary. “Okay, you have to promise not to tell anyone about what I’m about to show you. I need you to swear, Y/N,” he was looking you in the eye, holding a pinky out for you to swear on.

You grabbed his pinky with yours, rolling your eyes. “Alright, so whats so special about this set of lockers?”

A grin crossed his features, as he looked from you to the lockers. He bent down, and with seemingly no effort at all, he picked up the set of lockers, pulling out a small bottle.

“Dude, what the hell?! How did you just pick up those lockers? They have to weigh like a thousand pounds!”

He didn’t answer the question, instead just tossing you the bottle of a very sticky substance. “Uh, Peter, I know we’re close and all, but I don’t know if we’re this close.”

Peter looked confused for a moment, before disgust and amusement both appeared on his face at the same time. “Ugh, Y/N, thats so gross. Why would I keep that in a bottle?”

You shrugged, looking between the bottle and the boy in front of you. “So what is it?”

“This, is my Stark Internship. This stuff is the webbing that Spider-man uses. I made it myself,” he said, looking awfully proud of his creation.

“Wait, theres no way. Why would Tony Stark ask a sixteen year old to make Spider-man’s web fluid?” you asked, placing one hand on your hip and looking closely at the bottle.

“It’s a story for another day. Look, I can prove to you that this is the web fluid. Do you trust me?” he said, holding out a hand, which you reluctantly took.

“I guess so, why? How do you plan on proving it?” he again neglected to answer the question, taking the bottle from your hand and pulling you away from the school. You walked with him until the two of you reached an alleyway, your skepticism only growing.

He placed his bag down on the floor, reaching into it. He dug around for a moment, before seemingly landing on what he was looking for. He pulled out a small contraption, it looked like a high tech bracelet of some sort.

“You pulled me all the way out here for a damn bracelet?” you asked, growing frustrated with the boy for the lack of answers you were receiving.

“Just watch, its worth it, I promise.” He said, pulling the gadget onto his wrist. He stepped away from you, aiming his hand at a fire escape that was around three stories high.

“Are you sure this isn’t dangerous, Peter? What if you fall?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He shot you a smile, before shooting his web at the fire escape. It brought him up effortlessly, and he landed with such grace that it seemed like he’d done this a million times over.

You stood there, mouth agape, as the realization dawned on you.

Holy shit, Peter Parker is Spider-man.

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You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Seblaine, Kurtbastian, and Huntbastian.

Stranger: It had taken everything in Sebastian to escape the grasp of his controlling parents and start a new life in New York City. He'd arrived with very little money and found himself a job in a small gay bar. It may not have been as glamorous as what most Smythe's had but he was happy, he was popular amongst the regulars and got along well with the staff, he made enough money to rent a small apartment close-by while providing for himself. However, there was one man in particular that kept trying to change all that, one of the bar regulars, an older man with a lot of money who had fixated himself on the boy. Sebastian didn't mind, if anything he was flattered. So, when the man showed up at the bar, as he often did on a Friday night, he offered him a small smirk, "The usual, Sir?" He asked, tone flirtatious.

You: Hunter hummed as he went up to the bar, leaning forward against it to hear Sebastian better. He had no problems with making as little a secret as possible that he had his eyes on the bartender, and it was one of the better parts of his week when he got to come here and spend a few hours unwinding and flirting with the younger man. "Of course," he answered.

Stranger: Sebastian nodded slowly, fixing up his drink and sliding it over the bar to him easily, "So, how have you been?" He asked him with genuine interest, "Working hard?" He would be lying if he said he didn't find Hunter attractive, of course he did, but he also made a point of not getting involved with customers that visited the bar so often, preferring short flings.

You: Hunter took the drink, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a sip. "Perfect, as always," he said with a nod of approval. He shook his head slightly at the mention of his work, but just set his drink down on the bar, leaning against it more. "Ah, yeah, work's been busy, as per usual," he said. "It seems some days like most of the people I hire turn out to be completely useless."

Stranger: Sebastian gave him a pleased smile when he complimented the drink, starting to clean some glasses so he didn't look like he was doing absolutely nothing if his manager came through to the bar; not that he tended to. "That bad, huh?" He replied with a laugh, shaking his head, "If you ever want to stop making mega-bucks then let me know, I'm sure I could get you a job behind the bar. You'd be pretty good too, after watching me make drinks all the time." He added playfully.

You: "As tempting as that sounds, I think that I'll have to pass," Hunter said with a laugh, rolling his eyes at his words and shaking his head. He paused for a moment, taking another sip from his drink. "If for no other reason than working here would mean I have to watch other guys flirt with you."

Stranger: Sebastian shook his head at Hunter fondly, continuing to clean the glasses while they spoke, "So, you're the possessive type?" He commented, raising his eyebrows with intrigue, "I can see that."

Stranger: (brb, dinner!)

You: Hunter chuckled at Sebastian's words, nodding. "Well, I certainly can be, when I need to be," he said with a small shrug, looking at him with a small smirk.

Stranger: Sebastian let out a laugh, patting Hunter's shoulder and excusing himself so he could serve a couple that had come up to the bar for a drink. offering them a charming smile as he asked for their order, glancing over at the older man a few times while making their drinks.

You: Hunter let out a soft breath as he watched Sebastian make their drinks, his eyes not leaving the other man for a second. He couldn't help himself but to be a little bit drawn in just by watching him do his work; something about the way he looked when he was mixing drinks made it almost an art.

Stranger: When he was done serving the couple, Sebastian found himself wandering back over to Hunter, who he'd noticed had watched him the entire time, as he often did, "You're very distracting, you know that?" He teased.

You: "Oh, am I?" Hunter said with a soft laugh, grinning and raising an eyebrow at him. "I'd apologize if I felt like I needed to be sorry. But I don't. I like to think that I'm a good distraction."

Stranger: Sebastian bit down on his bottom lip, leaning against the bar, "Mm, you most definitely are," He replied, enjoying that Hunter was so unforgiving and unashamed of the attention he gave him, "And I never said it was a bad thing... But you might get me into trouble one of these days.."

You: Hunter chuckled softly and nodded, looking at him with a grin. He looked at Sebastian, for a moment tempted to reach out and touch him, but holding himself back from doing so. "Get you in trouble, hm?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "What kind of trouble?"

Stranger: Sebastian hummed, his tongue unconsciously going over his lips, "Well, if my boss walks through here and notices that I'm giving one customer more attention than any of the others, I might get a warning.. Or fired..." He explained.

You: Hunter nodded slightly, his eyes drawn for a moment to Sebastian's lips. "Well, if that happens, rest assured that I'll make good," he said, shaking his head. "Help you find a new job, take care of you in the meantime."

Stranger: Sebastian rolled his eyes, "Of course you would," He answered, shaking his head a little, "You're just desperate to take care of me, huh? Have me all to yourself?"

You: Hunter chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Well, I mean, I wouldn't be opposed to that," he said with a shrug.

Stranger: Sebastian laughed, "Or do you just want to see me get told off?" He asked, tone teasing, noticing that he'd finished his first drink and immediately fixing him another.

You: "No, actually, I'm not really into that kind of weird shit," Hunter said with a soft laugh, grinning at him. He hummed, thanking him when he placed his new drink in front of him.

Stranger: "Hmm, nice to know," Sebastian replied, raising his eyebrows, "I am slowly but surely figuring you out, Mr. Clarington."

You: "Yeah?" Hunter asked, looking back at him with a raised brow as he took a sip o his drink. "Do tell, what have you figured out about me so far?"

Stranger: Sebastian hummed, still leaning against the bar, "Well, you work far too hard, you're a little impatient, don't dance, very stubborn and focused," He told him, "Which I say purely based on the fact that you've been coming to this bar for months, and ignore any guy that comes over. Today, I've learned that you can be possessive but you're not too kinky."

You: Hunter chuckled softly and nodded slowly as he listed out the facts. "Mm, not too bad, Sebastian," he said with a nod. Smirking, he went on, "However, I wouldn't say that I'm /not/ kinky. Everyone has their things, I think."

Stranger: Sebastian smirked at that, glad to have him talking, "Oh, yeah? Care to tell?" He asked playfully.

You: Hunter laughed and paused for a moment to consider it. "Sure," he said. "But first, I'd like to hear what you think I might be into. Just out of curiosity."

Stranger: Sebastian pursed his lips for a moment, glancing Hunter over as he considered it, "Well, I know you like younger men. Maybe you like the whole 'daddy' thing," He replied with a small grin, "You're definitely a top, you scream that you're the more dominant type when you walk into this bar, so confident and unafraid to express what you want."

You: "Pretty good analysis," Hunter said with a soft laugh, nodding and grinning at him. He hummed, bringing his drink to his lips again and drinking from it slowly. "I do, in fact, like to take control over my partner."

Stranger: Sebastian raised his eyebrows, unable to help the pleased smirk on his lips, "Thought so," He responded easily, "Anything else I ought to know, Mr Clarington?"

You: Hunter hummed as he looked at him, a small smirk on his lips to match Sebastian's. "Well, aside from how impressively endowed I am, I think you've got the essential information," he said.

Stranger: Sebastian couldn't help but look Hunter over again after the last bit of information, "Is that right?" He asked, though he was quickly brought back to reality when he felt a hand 'discreetly' grab his ass from behind the bar, immediately causing him to stand up, looking at his manager. "Stop flirting with the customers and get back to work, Smythe. You've been warned," His manager, Jerry, uttered, causing Sebastian to roll his eyes and bat his hand away.

You: Hunter let out a huff of air as the man came up behind Sebastian, watching him with a small frown. Watching him as he left, he raised an eyebrow, asking, "So, I take it that's your boss?"

Stranger: Sebastian let out a heavy sigh, glad to see the man go, turning his attention back to Hunter when he spoke and nodding slowly in response, "That's him, beacon of joy," He answered, "Don't worry, he barely ever comes through to the bar. We can still talk, I just need to be a little more cautious."

You: Hunter nodded, still watching the man for a moment before turning back to look at Sebastian again. "Alright, if you're sure," he said. "You don't /have/ to get in trouble on my account."

Stranger: Sebastian offered Hunter a small smile, excusing himself yet again to serve a customer that had approached the bar. When his manager came back through to go to the side of the bar his office was on, he threw Hunter a wink before placing his hands on Sebastian's hips, pressing close to the bartender and whispering words into his ear while he made a drink, to which he shook his head and made a hand gesture for him to leave.

You: Hunter's gaze had been resting on Sebastian while he made the other customer's drinks, a scowl forming on his face as he watched the way that Sebastian's manager was acting. His fingers went tense on his glass, watching the man with a frown.

Stranger: Sebastian's manager left with a chuckle, leaving him to continue serving before he took the few steps back over to where Hunter was sat, "You want another?" He asked him, pointing towards his glass.

You: Hunter looked down at his drink, nodding slightly. "Yeah, thanks," he said. He glanced over in the direction the manager had gone, saying, "I don't like that guy."

Stranger: Sebastian began making him another drink, knowing exactly who Hunter was talking about, "Jerry?" He asked with a slight shake of his head, "Don't worry about him. He's harmless. And like I said, he doesn't come through very often so you won't see much of him."

You: "I'm just not sure about that," Hunter said with a frown. "He gave me this look... I don't like him." He said, letting out a long breath as he watched him. "And, I don't like the way he touches you."

Stranger: Sebastian sighed, blinking at Hunter for a moment before speaking again, "Hunter, it's okay," He insisted, placing his drink on the bar and reaching out a hand to squeeze his shoulder, "I know how to handle myself."

You: "I'm not suggesting that you don't," Hunter said, shaking his head. He took his drink, wrapping his fingers around it. "But just because you work in a place like this doesn't give him the right to touch you the way he does. He acts like he owns you."

Stranger: Sebastian stood up straight again, shaking his head, "Well, he kind of does. He's in control of whether I work in 'a place like this' or not, so..." He retorted, holding his hands up and letting out a breath, offering him a slight smile, "Look, don't get worked up about it, alright? Jerry just has a bit of a thing for me, I'm used to it and I know how to deal with it. You don't need to make it your issue."

You: Hunter just looked at him for a moment, a frown still on his lips. Ultimately, he knew, he wasn't going to be able to change Sebastian's mind, much as he would like to. "Whatever you say," he said. "It's still fucked up."

Stranger: "Don't look at me like that, please?" Sebastian asked, raising his eyebrows, "Not once have you come in here and ever frowned at me. Give me that charming smile I know and love?" He tried to move them back into their easy, flirtatious flow, unsure if the other man would take it.

You: Hunter couldn't help but laugh softly at that, something about Sebastian rendering him incapable of doing anything that made him upset. "Well... Just know where I stand on this, and know that I'm around if you ever decide you want a change."

Stranger: Sebastian raised his eyebrows, "A change? We're back to that again, huh?" He questioned, "Usually you wait until you've had about five or six drinks before you start offering to change my world."

You: Hunter chuckled softly, glancing down at the drink in his hands. "Well, what can I say? Maybe tonight I'm feeling a bit more bold," he said.

Stranger: Sebastian rolled his eyes fondly, grabbing a cloth so he could clean the bar, "Maybe you should use that boldness to finally hook-up with one of the sorry men who have been eyeing you up tonight?" He suggested.

You: Hunter shook his head slightly, glancing around him before looking back at Sebastian. "Unfortunately, I'm not too much of a hook-up kind of man," he said, shrugging.

Stranger: Sebastian hummed, "More a 'set your sights on one man and never give up' kind of guy, huh?" He teased, shaking his head a little.

You: Hunter chuckled softly and shrugged, giving him a grin. "Yeah, it's more along those lines."

Stranger: Sebastian bit down on his bottom lip, he couldn't say he'd never been tempted by Hunter's offers but he didn't want to use the man that way, "I'll never understand why you're so determined to have me, Mr. Clarington."

You: Hunter chuckled softly, shrugging. "Well, what can I say? It's not every day that I find a man who can make me a drink just the way I like it," he said teasingly.

Stranger: Sebastian couldn't help but smirk at Hunter's response, "Is that what this has been about all along?" He played along, placing a hand on his heart, "My drink making talents?"

You: "I didn't want it to come out like this, but yes, of course. All my life, I've been on a quest for a guy who knows how to make a cocktail just right," Hunter said with a laugh.

Stranger: Sebastian laughed too, glancing down at his feet for a moment, "You're a regular James Bond. Shaken not stirred," He insisted, glancing around when he felt a tap on his shoulder, indicating that another member of staff had appeared to help, "It's time for my break. I'll be outside having a smoke if you can't bare being without me," He told him playfully, before going to grab his things from the office, deliberately swaying his hips as he went because he knew the older man would be watching.

You: Hunter watched Sebastian go, pausing for a moment. The part of him that didn't want to appear too needy thought it would be best if he stayed where he was, but ultimately he decided that he didn't care, getting up and following him to go outside to find him.

Stranger: Sebastian made his way outside, lighting up a cigarette, a small grin coming over his face when he noticed that Hunter had followed him outside, "You really do only come to the bar to see me, don't you?" He teased.

You: "After the first couple of times, yeah. You're pretty much the motivation," Hunter said with a small shrug, not ashamed to admit that fact. "You're the best part of the damn place."

Stranger: Sebastian leaned against the outside wall of the bar, blowing smoke between his lips, "You build my ego up far too much," He insisted, "How does it feel to not have a bar between us?"

You: "Maybe, but I think it's rightfully so," Hunter said with a grin, shaking his head. He hummed, looking Sebastian over. "Pretty great, actually. Knowing I could just... step in closer, and have you right there."

Stranger: Sebastian glanced Hunter over too, knowing that he shouldn't encourage him, especially not during working hours but it was far too tempting, "I'm surprised you're not doing it," He told him.

You: Hunter raised an eyebrow at him, looking at him with a small grin. "Is that an invitation?"

Stranger: Sebastian took another drag of the cigarette, their eyes locked, before speaking, "It might be.."

You: Hunter let of a soft hum in approval, stepping in closer into Sebastian's space. One hand found his waist, leaning in and pressing his lips to the corner of his mouth.

Stranger: Sebastian felt his breath hitch, even at the light touches, immediately dropping the cigarette, placing his hands on Hunter's chest, "Now, now, don't get too carried away... I have to go back to work in 15 minutes," He told him.

You: "Fifteen minutes is enough time for plenty of things," Hunter pointed out with a soft chuckle, humming and kissing him properly.

Stranger: Sebastian was stunned for a short moment before kissing him back, one hand finding its way into the older man's hair. This went against all of the things he had told himself he wouldn't do but he couldn't help himself.

You: Hunter hummed against his lips, tasting the cigarette on his mouth. His arms wrapped around him, pulling him in close against him as their mouths moved together.

Stranger: The kiss only intensified, their lips moving together so easily. However, the moment Sebastian heard other people coming outside, he pushed him back gently, offering him an apologetic smile, "They can't see their bartender making out with a customer..." He murmured.

You: Hunter let out a huff of air when he was pushed back, but allowed them to part, taking a small step back. "Right, right," he said, nodding slowly. "Well... Maybe we can pick that back up another time."

Stranger: Sebastian pressed his lips together, tugging gently on Hunter's shirt, "And when do you plan on us doing that?" He asked curiously.

You: Hunter glanced down at Sebastian's hand holding his shirt, humming in thought. "Well, maybe I give you my address, and you swing by sometime when you're not working."

Stranger: Sebastian's eyes searched his face, "You're inviting me over?" He questioned, "To make out?"

You: "If you want," Hunter said with a small shrug. "Potentially more than make out, too, in the interest of full disclosure."

Stranger: Sebastian bit back a grin, shaking his head a little, "I thought you didn't do hook-ups, Mr Clarington?"

You: "Well, it takes a very special kind of guy to get me to go against my norm," Hunter said with a shrug.

Stranger: "And what's the norm? Whisking me away? Letting you look after me?" Sebastian questioned, raising his eyebrows.

You: "Well, in recent history, the norm has been coming here, having a few drinks, and then going home and wishing that I'd done something differently," Hunter said with a small shrug.

Stranger: "You kissed me, that's different," Sebastian reminded him with a small grin.

You: Hunter chuckled and nodded. "Fair point," he said. "But you know what that did? It just made me want more."

Stranger has disconnected.