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[tootiecakes234]

Izuku Midoriya “is the type of boyfriend” that:

Brags about you to ANYONE that will listen to him. This includes hero interview.

Refers to you as my Wife to everyone and calls you pet names like darling, sweeties, sweet girl

Is interested in whatever you are interested in because he's so interested in you. Will join you in your hobbies if it doesn't cross any boundaries

On that same note, this man is a stickler for boundaries. He knows he can be a bit clingy so constantly encourages you to tell him if he ever crosses on of yours and vice versa.

Hates scary movies but watches them with you and pretends to be brave because he loves when you hold on to him .

Never goes to sleep without telling you how much he loves and appreciates you.

Throws 2 separate birthday celebrations for you so one can be for you, your friends, and loved ones.... and the other for just you and him.

Loves shopping with you and always enjoys when you try on things for him.

Is writing a proposal plan in his journal and will not follow through until he has it planned out perfectly.

Always thank you and his mom first in his speech at the hero awards.

Has gotten really good at doing you hair because he practices really hard at it.

Takes one of your shirt covered in your scent on long missions with him to help cope with missing you.

Likes to receive love through quality time and physical touch but gives love though words of affirmation and acts of service, and gift giving and physical touch... lover boy.

is down on his knees for you and wants to make sure the whole world knows it.

*now this is babygirl

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[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Pretty like the sun

Previous chapter / Last chapter

a/n This is pretty like the wind series spin offs. This can be read as standalone all you need to know is that Azriel has two adoptive kids with OC - Zofie and Axel. Future stories related to them might include stories specifically decided to Azriel hence why I am taging it as Azriel story too. Don't come at me please. ✨ Azriel’s pov is in this one. 🤍🫧

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Nyx’s pov:

He felt choked up as he flew over Velaris. They were far away from the crowded halls, yet Nyx still felt as if someone had their hands over his neck. It pressed deeply into his throat. He tried to breathe her in. His Sunny. The only good thing about his miserable existence. She was here. With him. In his arms. Holding onto him. He felt her heart beating. Her warm breath caressing the nape of his neck. It felt like a full-circle moment when he once again landed right in front of the lake cabin.

“You’re still shaking," Zofie muttered as Nyx carefully lowered her to the ground. Even the moon up above played in her favor. Making her skin look like porcelain. Her dark hair resembled the night sky Nyx had forgotten how to love. “I’m fine," he muttered, simply not dropping his eyes away from her.

Zofie stepped out of his reach. It was a logical move. There was no reason to hold onto one another. They weren’t in the sky anymore. She could very well stand on her own. But Nyx pulled her to him almost immediately. His fingers were itching to touch her.

"Nyx," she breathed when her cheek pressed against his chest once more. “Just a bit longer," he muttered, kissing the crown on her head and letting his lips linger there before adding, "Please." Zofie pulled back from him slightly. Just enough for her to look up at him, “You’re making me worried," she breathed. Her golden eyes pierced right through Nyx’s soul. He knew why it was strange. He hated physical touch. Too much smothering from his family had left him skittish of affection. But not with her. Never with her, even if he declined her at times.

“I just..." His words came out strangled, followed by a big gulp of air. “Are you having a panic attack?” Now she was pulling back, her tiny palms pressing against the left side of his chest. “No… I don’t know," Nyx admitted, running a clammy hand over his neck. Zofie looked at him for a heartbeat. A light frown settled permanent lines into her forehead. “You’re deep purple," she breathed, reaching for Nyx’s hands instantly, deep inky wains connecting them. “What?", Nyx managed to crock out before she started pulling him towards the cabin. His eyes lingered on their joined hands. It looked as if she was pulling the darkness out of him, and that didn’t sit right with him. The last thing Nyx wanted was to tarnish her with his demons. Yet he couldn’t seem to pull his hand out of her grasp. "Purple," Zofie muttered under her breath for what felt like a thousand times before she finally turned to face him, “What can I do?”. Her eyes were desperate as she searched through the cracks in Nyx’s mask.

He knew what the logical answer was. They would both benefit if they just sat there. If they didn’t get tangled up, pulling apart would be too painful. He knew that their parents would never approve, and this would just birth false hope that they could, after all, somehow be together. Yet he still mumbled a quiet, “Hold me.”

Zofie nodded as she went into the same room they had spent endless hours in. The bed was neatly made in the middle. The big windows give a clear view of the lake right in front of them. "Lay," she said, pushing Nyx towards the bed before bending to undo her heels. “This seems suggestive," he muttered, feeling pieces of his true self surfacing. "Nyx, you ass, lay down," she snickered, pushing at his chest. But he didn’t budge. He had promised her to appreciate the way she looked, so he let his eyes linger on her body and the way that expensive silk hugged all the right places. “Don’t get fucking ideas, you hear me?”, Zofie pointed a finger at him before hiking up her skirt as she climbed onto the mattress. Nyx couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Mother above had crafted this girl in front of him. She couldn’t possibly be of the same breed as them all. No. Maybe, just like YN, she was part angel blood. Or maybe she was just an angel. Pure angel. And in that moment, Nyx couldn’t find a single reason why someone like her would want any piece of him. She straddled him with ease, and Nyx’s hands instantly reached for her hips. He was desperate to let his fingers slip beneath the material of her dress, but he held himself back. Especially since Zofie stiffened slightly at his touch, but with one final glance, she plopped her whole body right on top of his. Nyx let out a surprised huff. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Putting pressure on your chest," she said as if it was the most self-explanatory thing to do. “For?” Nyx questioned, not that he was complaining. Zofie shifted slightly, and so did Nyx, angling his head to look down at her. “What happened to your eye?”, she muttered, her delicate fingers reaching out to touch a faint bruise on his face. It was beyond him how she still saw it because he was convinced that it had almost fully faded. No one had mentioned it when he returned home from the camps.

“Just a fight," Nyx shrugged slightly. “Have you been picking fights?”, Zofie glared at him with a slight shake of her head. “You left me unsupervised," he mused, brushing a strand of hair away from her eyes. “You seem of age to take care of yourself, no?”, her fingers continued to run soothing brushes beneath his eye. And then it dawned on him: “You’re distancing me," he huffed, making her smile ever so slightly. “Is it working?”, she asked innocently. His smart, smart girl. Leave it to her to know exactly what he needed.

“God, you’re pretty," Nyx breathed out after a moment of silence. "Stop," she growled, turning to hide her face in his chest, but Nyx was quick enough to catch her chin. “No, you need to know that." His gaze caught hers, and he was ready to swear that he was never going to look away. “I’m sorry that I said all of that to your father. I had no right, and you need to know how much I've regretted it ever since." The words fell out one after another. He had run over and over again in his head every single day they had been apart. "Nyx," Zofie muttered tenderly.

Nyx simply shook his head and said, “You trusted me, and I just went and spoiled it all." He felt his chest tighten with panic once more. "Nyx shut up," she huffed, cupping his cheek. “I’m not mad at you anymore," she promised. “You should be, and I deserve to be miserable," he reasoned back, but now it was her time to shake her head, “Don’t say that; never say that.”

“I missed you so much, fuck Sunny," Nyx muttered, feeling his eyes filling up with tears. His body was singing now that she was right here with him. “Do you even know how much I missed you?”, he questioned her, leaning in to press his forehead against hers. “Yeah, my heart has been aching ever since we parted," Zofie muttered, biting her lip to prevent her chin from wobbling. “Can I hold you through the night?”, Nyx blurted out, making Zofie let out a surprised gasp. “You’re supposed to hate cuddling, remember?”, she threw his own words back at him with a smirk. Nyx traced his fingers over her bottom lip, “Not with you, never with you." She inhaled shakily before nodding her head and saying, “Then yes, hold me through the night."

Azriel’s pov:

It was his first outing in weeks, and to say that he hated this party would have been an understatement. You always made it better. Filling in all the empty spaces in conversations that Azriel didn’t want to hold. Now you were back home with your daughter, and he was stuck here. How was that fair? His senses were still too sharp. That needs to protect what was only his running thickly through his blood. Until his eyes landed on the young man's, true, strong soldier’s stance. A smile tugged at Azriel’s lips.

“The uniform suits you, son," he breathed, clasping his oldest on the shoulder. Axel’s stance eased as he dropped all formalities, “I must honor our family.” And quite frankly, that’s all Axel has been doing. Azriel had told him many times that he didn’t have to prove himself to him. Azriel didn’t need titles. But Axel had stomped his foot on all that. He had been desperate to go foot-to-foot with Azriel. “You could be out there being a professional singer, and I still would be proud of you," Azriel reassured him. “Now that you mentioned it...", Axel smirked at his father, who too couldn’t help an honest chuckle.

“You’ve seen Zo?”, and it’s like all the blood had left him. His skin growing slightly greenish. “About that...", Axel sighed with a nervous laugh. “She’s with Nyx, isn’t she?", Azriel folded his arms over his chest. “Papa, you know...", Axel cut in, but Azriel shook his head. “I’m not going to say anything. Your mother said I need to get my shit together." And you did. Had sat him down for a long conversation. The thing was that Azriel didn’t hate or dislike Nyx. He was a smart young man. It was the letting go of Zofie that frightened him. The fact that she wouldn’t need him for comfort anymore. That she would find her peace within someone else. And he knew now, well after a couple of smacks on the head from you, that he was selfish in the way he kept dragging her back to him.

“He’s been missable, you know," Axel sighed, looking over the crowd. “Over what?”, Azriel asked. Only a handful of family members got through the walls the young prince had built. Azriel wasn’t a stranger to Rhys’s worried face when he would drift off mid-conversation these days, no doubt troubled by the fact that his blood and flesh was guarded away from him.

“Well, from what I gathered, Zo told him that they couldn’t be friends anymore, and Nyx practically lost all will to live." Old wounds cracked deep with Azriel’s chest. He knew that feeling all too well. You had been his light in the never-ending darkness. He had given up on joy and the future. But then in walked you.

“I think he likes her, like really likes her," Axel mused, turning towards his father. Azriel ran a hand over his stubble. “You probably think that I’m a monster for reacting the way I did." He had seen disapproval in Axel’s eyes as they all listened to her cry. Cry over the things Azriel has done. “No, I thought about bashing his nose in when I first realized that my best friend had feelings for my sister." Axel shrugged, earning a snicker from Azriel.

“So what changed?”, he asked quietly. Axel stayed silent for a heartbeat, “I think they are vital for one another. Zofie never has flare-ups when she’s with him, and Nyx... I think she pulls him out of the depths of his misery." Azriel bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hold a straight face. He had deep conversations with Axel before. On many topics. Love had been the only thing Azriel had held back from discussing. Even after a handful of years in a happy marriage, he did not feel confident enough to share what he knew.

“You’re a good friend, Axel, a good young man." Azriel patted Axel’s cheek before flicking his nose playfully. “I learned from the best now, didn’t I?, Axel said proudly. Azriel’s heart skipped a beat. Like it always did when he saw his kids looking up at him with nothing other than love. “Don’t; if I start tearing up in front of all of the generals, I will personally put you on bathroom duty," Azriel warned playfully as Axel threw him a challenging grin before nudging his father’s shoulder and saying, "I love you, Dad." Azriel put the boy in a headlock, ruffling his hair. “I love you too, Axel. Always will”.

As he pulled back, he saw something different glistening in Axel’s eyes. Not to mention that his attention was somewhere completely different. “How did you know that you were in love?”, Axel muttered. Azriel followed his gaze. A light smile tugged at his lips as he caught a girl in a gray robe hiding behind a pillar. “Nothing made sense without your mom, and for the first time, I felt as if I could show my deepest scars and the person in front of me wouldn’t run." It was the most truthful he had ever been when it came to love. Axel turned his attention back to his father; no doubt the words had stuck him deep. “It felt like coming home, Ax," Azriel muttered, watching the way little puzzle pieces fell into place for his oldest. Axel gave him a strong nod before ushering deeper into the crowd.

Zofie’s pov:

The morning sun filled the room. Warm rays of sunshine tickled the exposed skin on her back. Even with Nyx’s hand wrapped tightly over her back and providing heat to her through the night, Zofie still smiled at the feeling of the sun hitting her skin. They hadn’t talked much last night. Instead, stealing touches in the dark. Both felt the courage the moon had provided.

And now, with an early morning above them, she was watching him sleep. Staying as quiet as the mouse. Not daring to reach out and brush away his messy hair from his face. Not until the urge got too strong. She was careful. Just the moment her fingers touched his forehead, Zofie couldn’t help but frown. It was warm. Way too warm than usual. Had he fallen ill? Was it because she had stayed too close to him through the night?

Turning Zofie sat up, letting the blanket fall from her body. The worry was simmering inside her. She reached out once more. Hoping to carefully wake him up, she let her fingers brush over his warm face. Nyx’s eyes blinked open slowly, and the moment his purple orbs looked straight at her, something deep within her cracked. Cracked so loudly that, for a second, her hearing went out. She had pulled her palm away in hopes of covering her ears, only to freeze at the sight of her palm.

No. There was no way. This had to be a mistake. Maybe she too had fallen ill, considering that it felt like her own body was on fire now. “What is it?”, Nyx’s husky voice filled her senses. She watched as yellow, shimmering dust fell from his cheek. From where her palm had rested only moments ago. "Nothing," Zofie blurted out, trying to smile through the panic within her.

Nyx rolled over, his hands reaching out for her once more. “You’re too far away," he grumbled. “I’m sitting right beside you, Nyx," her voice cracked slightly, but he didn’t catch it as he snuggled deeper into her thigh. “You’re too far away," his fingers dug into her skin, “I want to be under your skin; be a part of you.”

Zofie felt the heat of his skin. A light frown ran down her face as she pulled away. He didn’t usually talk like that. Scrambling to get out of bed, she let her bare feet hit the wooden floor. Nyx let out an annoyed grumble, pulling his head up from the mattress. She caught a glimpse of his eyes then. No longer purple. No. The pupils were so dialed that they looked almost black. Wild eyes. Despite eyes. "Nyx," she breathed. “Get into bed," he muttered, sitting up.

“I don’t want to. We should go back," and it’s like she unleashed something deep within him. The thought of others unsettled something deep within him. He clenched his jaw before the back of his palms dug into his eyes. Something deep within her urged her to run. To hide, at least. She used to think that she heard her mother and dad warning her in her head. It had stopped at a certain age, but now it felt the same. So she slowly itched towards the door.

“Don’t even think about it, Zof," Nyx muttered, his voice raspy. “Don’t run, because I will chase you, and I don’t know what I will do." He let out a painful groan, making Zofie desperately want to reach out to him. “What are you feeling?”, she asked, her voice barely a whisper. Nyx laughed slightly, “You, I feel you." And then his Illyrian wings flustered behind him. Zofie nearly collapsed against the door. He always warned her before he shifted.

“You’ve been away from me for too long," Nyx breathed, moving to get out of bed. Her heart skipped a beat. Run. A voice rang out in her head, crippling her for a second before she turned back, quickly unlocking the door as she broke into a sprint. "Zofie," a warning growl rang out behind her. She could feel him. Feel the mix of emotions bubbling within him. He was practically breathing against her neck. There was no way she could outrun him. He was much faster and stronger. And driven by the force, she would no doubt lose the battle to.

Her panicked mind raced as she ran in zigzags, dodging Nyx’s hands in the shelter of trees. “Zofie, come on," he pleaded, but she didn’t even look back. She needed to get out. Get to her dad. He would know what to do. He would know what was happening. A gasp left her lips when she felt Nyx’s warm fingers lacing against her upper arm. She was screaming for a second before everything suddenly shifted, and she fell back into the pile of something soft. Zofie reached out around her blindly. Leaves. Her heart was hammering in her throat. She waited for Nyx to grab her. Waited to feel the heat from him. But nothing came. Nothing changed.

“What are you doing here?”, a voice startled her, making Zofie’s eyes fly open. Her blood ran cold for the second time that morning. Until a second figure emerged from behind the frame towering over her. “Zofie?”, a confused face glanced down at her no doubt disheveled frame. “Uncle Luci," she muttered right as the male in front of her crouched down to wrap his jacket over her shoulders.

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Lieblingsmensch | könig x f!reader

Summary: As much as he appreciates being assigned to TF-141, he hates being the new guy. Luckily, there is one person who seems to get him. Pairing: König x f!Reader Warnings/Info: Reader is German | König's POV | social anxiety; awkwardness; humor; strangers to friends to lovers; pining; some hurt/angst; comfort; FLUFF

They talk a lot, most of them at least. They're trying to be friendly and welcoming, but his transfer to Task Force-141 has been harder than any mission he's been on so far.

König dislikes changes and interacting with people outside of his military comfort zone. He doesn't get social interactions, they make him anxious, so meeting new people proofs challenging every damn time.

It's not their fault though, he knows he's the problem; always is, and has been. There are reasons for his behavior and his intrusive thoughts, but he'll keep those to himself forever.

Captain Price means well when he introduces every member to him, one by one.

König forces a smile, an affirmative nod here and there, but meanwhile, he is sweating bullets without wearing his face cover. He feels so naked, so vulnerable without it, and people stare so much.

How do they have no problem keeping eye contact?

And then... there's you.

You somehow slip through and manage to avoid the introduction round altogether.

Price waves it off and lets you pass, and König wishes he could obtain whatever secret agreement you have with the Captain to avoid social interactions from now on.

"Don't mind it. She's a little antisocial, but nice if she lets you get to know her," Price tells him then, and that's it.

No more information about you.

Fair enough. You don't need to become his best friend; he's more than fine keeping a respectful distance anyway.

But within the next weeks, he notices how you behave around the rest of the members, your colleagues and teammates.

How you joke and laugh with Soap and the others, hold meaningful conversations with Price, spar and train with Ghost, and share lunch with Gaz nearly every day.

After another brief time of simply observing from afar, it's like a sucker-punch to his gut when König realizes how he longs for a connection like that... with you; how much he wants to be part of something like that.

One day, he's sitting on a bench in the corner of the base gym while the large punching bag in front of him keeps swinging on its chains.

His arms are sore from throwing punches, his right shoulder throbs with pain again. The bed in his room is far too small for his size and he has slept in a weird position.

"...wenn ich Glück hab, schaff ich's an Ostern nach Hause zu kommen‒"

His ears perk up at the familiar sound of his mother tongue echoing off the walls.

"...kann ich noch nicht genau sagen. Kommt ja drauf an ob ich die Tage frei bekomme‒"

Are you the one talking? Who are you talking to? Family?

He can't see you with all the gym gear and boxing/sparring ring in the way, and while the voice is without a doubt female, voices change with different languages, just the way his voice does whenever he speaks English or German.

Although it doesn't really matter what language he speaks, König doesn't like the sound of his own voice, no matter what. Especially on recordings. The thought alone is enough to make him cringe internally.

He starts fidgeting on the bench, closes the lid on the empty bottle of water in his hand, and ponders if he should take a peek, if he should risk catching someone's attention. His is already clenching even before he moves.

"Ja, sag Mama ich melde mich morgen bei ihr. Hab' noch was zu tun und wenn ich alles erledigt habe, wird sie schon schlafen‒"

It feels wrong to sneak up on you. Plus, he's technically eavesdropping on a private conversation. His heart starts racing in his chest, thudding violently against his ribcage.

He should leave, but he doesn't.

"Kann ich dir irgendwie helfen?" ("Can I help you?")

He nearly jumps out of his skin when you appear behind him suddenly. You have your arms crossed and an eyebrow raised appraisingly as you seize him up. König is taller than you, much taller (because he somehow always is), but right now, he really doesn't feel like it. His tongue feels twisted in his mouth as he fumbles with his next words.

"Du sprichst doch Deutsch, oder nicht?" ("You do speak German, no?")

König nods slowly and clears his throat awkwardly while he tries to hold your merciless gaze. Gosh, Germans always stare so much.

"I‒ I do... I mean ‒" he stutters and then sighs in defeat as he twists the empty plastic bottle in his mammoth hands, making it crinkle audibly. He feels some beads of sweat trickle down his temple and the back of his neck, and he rubs them away awkwardly as it starts to tickle.

"Äh, j‒ja... Ich spreche Deutsch." ("Uh, y‒yes...I do speak German.)

The corner of your mouth twitches and then you smile at him and it doesn't look... like you're mocking him, at all, and then something flutters in his chest at the sight of your smile.

"Hm, gut zu wissen." ("Huh, good to know.")

That's all you response before another smirk ghosts over your lips, and then, you turn on your heels, leaving König to his own terms again, who doesn't know what to make of the whole interaction.

Aren't you mad at him for eavesdropping and being nosy? Don't you think he's a creep? A weirdo?

"Huh." He hums to himself as he watches you leave the gym after grabbing your bag from the floor.

All he knows is that you're way more intimidating up close, you speak his mother tongue,

and he'd like to talk to you again.

It feels a little bit like home whenever König hears you speak German or, lord have mercy on him, you do decide to initiate conversation and talk to him.

You already knew that he's from Austria; Price probably told you, and in return, you tell him you're from West Germany.

You share your German goodies with him whenever you get a care package from home. Candy and foods from your hometown close to the border of the Netherlands.

König always listens intently whenever you explain something to him; a word in your dialect that he doesn't know, a place you've been to on your travels, a random story from one of the many missions you've been on.

Everything on your own accord.

You don't mind that he's quiet; never push his buttons too much or make him uncomfortable on purpose, and he appreciates it more than he could ever put into words.

"Du hast einen Akzent wenn du Deutsch sprichst. Man hört, dass du aus Österreich kommst," you tell him at some point and to his horror, it makes him blush. ("You do have an accent when you speak German. One can hear you're from Austria.)

You chuckle softly when he turns his head away, averting his eyes to hide the pink hue on his cheeks.

"Ich find's süß." ("I think it's cute.") You admit, adding fuel to the fire and he blushes even harder.

At some point, the other's take notice of the way your friendship has developed. You spend less time with Soap and Gaz in between work, you've started training with König instead of your Lieutenant, and Price keeps teaming you up with the Austrian on missions.

"You two work well together." Is the Captain's only explanation, though one can easily see the mirthful twinkle in the superior's eyes.

The team teases him for that, especially Soap, but you're always there to defend him if things start escalating. It's like you notice whenever he gets overwhelmed and uncomfortable. You're just that observant when it comes to him, always.

So much so that it makes König wonder...

Another day, you sit next to him during lunch and often times, you don't even greet him first. You simply sit down next to him, your elbow brushing his biceps whenever you lift your cutlery while you two eat in comfortable silence.

König enjoys your company. Perhaps even a little too much, and it gets to a point where he starts longing for it, because he's lonely and awkward, and you just know how to handle him so well.

Like an instinct of yours, you get his mood, his thoughts, his feelings with one simple glance at his exposed face; a face he doesn't mind showing anymore, as long as if it's in your proximity.

"Ich kann verstehen, wieso du die Maske trägst, aber rein optisch gesehen brauchst du sie gar nicht." ("I understand why you're wearing the mask, but from a purely visual point of view, you don't need it at all.")

König passes your comment off as you being sarcastic, you said it so nonchalantly after all, and he simply laughs about it. He's heard worse about his appearance in his childhood. Then again, he doesn't miss the look you shoot him, the slight pout on your lips, when he waves you off like that. There's just no way you'd give him a compliment like that.

No one ever has before.

Sometimes you even text him before starting a verbal conversation.

Texting comes easier to him; he feels comfortable enough to tell you that himself. You pick up on it immediately. He tells you personal stuff, lets you be part of his thought processes and it's easy. You don't ask unnecessary questions, you don't push him, only when you need to, and then you're direct, but not insensitive.

"Alles gut?" ("You alright?")

It's a meaningful question yet so simple and honest, because it's you who's asking him.

No one understands what you're saying. A quick, short question. König nods when the answer is yes, but he also nods when the answer is no until you tell him that you can tell whenever he's lying.

So, König stops lying to you, because you apparently truly care about him and lying to you feels useless and unnecessary, anyway.

And it actually lessens his anxiety whenever he's around you, until he realizes that this platonic, comfortable friendship bubble he's been carefully crafting around you two for months, has suddenly been pricked and popped by his own damn selfish feelings.

How can someone keep sabotaging their own life like that?

Everything is different afterwards, and König cannot help himself but overthink every little interaction with you from that point on.

There isn't much he hates more than overthinking, because it ruins things, and he cannot mess this up ‒ not with you.

One night, König lies in his bed.

The bedframe is still too tiny to accommodate his massive body, the mattress too soft for his back and the blanket too short to cover him completely, but he keeps enduring it, because it's easier than asking for a bed that'd actually fit his size.

König didn't leave his room all day and despite him trying to distract himself with his comfort shows, his mind keeps wandering to you.

He keeps checking his phone, checks it again. The message he has sent you is still left unread in your chat; it's a stupid meme and when he'd tried to delete it before, it didn't work.

König knows that you're out with friends and you did actually invite him to tag along, but he'd declined like the fool he is and now he's regretting it.

Why can't he just be normal for once?

If he was normal and not this terribly socially awkward, he could be with you right now.

What if another guy, an extroverted, confident one, comes up to you to flirt? What if he offers to buy you a drink? Hell, what if you accept?!

His stomach twists, his chest tightens, his heart clenches, and König knows he really is in deep trouble now.

This deeply-rooted feeling of helplessness, of longing, of unrequited love, pulls him down, makes him choke and leaves him feeling everything and nothing at once.

He fists the all too small blanket in his hands, tries to hold back the tears pricking at the corners of his eyes, even clasps one large hand over his mouth muffle the sob bubbling up in his throat, though it's useless and König ends up crying himself to sleep that night.

He hasn't done that in a while.

The realization of the power you hold over him, knowing that you've managed to steal his heart without even trying, leaves him feeling worse, drained and mentally exhausted.

König tries his best to hide it, but he feels like you already know the moment you lay eyes on him the next morning.

"Du siehst aus als hättest du nicht geschlafen. Hast du geweint? Ist was passiert?" ("You look like you didn't sleep at all. Did you cry? Did something happen?")

König shrugs his broad shoulders in response, shakes his head and pouts like a little boy who had to put back a toy that he'd snuck into the shopping cart, because his mother said no.

He's mad at you‒ no, actually, he's mad at himself. He could never be mad at you.

And then, you shoot him a look that shakes him to his very core; calling him out on his bullshit. You manage to make him crumble with one sharp gaze, but once again, you're too mindful of his feelings. He grits his teeth, swallows down the words forming on the tip of his tongue, because he's too anxious, too scared to spit them out.

Why does he keep standing in his own way?

"Are you mad at me?" You ask him tentatively, biting your lower lip, and he's more than confused to hear you speak English. It's like a stab to his heart and he hates it.

It feels like you're trying to expose‒

Expose what exactly? The special connection he thinks you have with him and only him? Because he has unconsciously claimed you already like the fool he is?

"Niemals." ("Never.") He answers sharply, shaking his head.

You take a step closer and König takes a step back, because he didn't expect that at all. His breath hitches when you reach up to gently grasp his chin as you peer up at him, and then your pretty eyes soften and your thumb nearly brushes his bottom lip.

It makes his knees weak and his heart flutter, and he prays that you don't notice the way he's trembling.

"Deine Augen, König... sie verraten dich immer." ("Your eyes, König... they always betray you.")

His heart skips a beat at your words.

The way you look at him, so vulnerable and gentle‒

How can someone look so radiant, so effortlessly beautiful in the morning?

His mouth goes dry like he ate a bowl of oats without milk and when he inhales to say something, anything to fill the heavy silence, you stop him immediately.

"Du musst es mir nicht sagen, wenn du nicht willst." ("You don't have to say it, if you don't want to.")

But he wants to. Oh Gott, he wants to, he wants to.

So badly.

However, it's the fear of rejection, of losing a friend, one of his only friends, that keeps König from pouring his patched-up heart out to you right this second.

And then, Captain Price walks into the break room, oblivious to the intimate moment happening around him, and it's König who swiftly pulls away from you, driven by his anxiety, ruining the moment once and for all.

He didn’t mean to.

König is a mess after the kitchen incident and there is no way he'll ever be able to fix that.

Confessing his feelings to you would've been easier in hindsight.

How can he possibly apologize for his behavior without explaining the why first?

He cannot lie to you; you're too good at exposing his lies.

A soft knock at his door makes his heart jump and his stomach churn. He's not capable of handling more spontaneous socialization today, unless it has got to do with work. Perhaps he could stay still and act like he's not there, but then another firm few knocks force him to react.

König runs a hand through his short blonde hair and rubs a hand over his neck, self-soothing himself, before he eventually opens the door‒

To find you standing at the threshold.

"Hi ‒" He manages to croak out and his voice cracks embarrassingly so.

"Hey,"

The silence kills him every time, no matter if he's involved in the conversation or not.

Meanwhile, you have your hands behind your back while you shuffle on your feet. It's an odd sight to him, a new one. You look... nervous, awkward even. He's never seen you act like this before.

"Ich, äh, also ich hab mir gedacht... wenn du es nicht sagst, dann sag ich es ‒" ("I, uh, I was thinking... if you're not going to say it, I will ‒")

It's your turn to clear your throat awkwardly and all König wants to do is pull you inside his room, slam the door shut, and hug you close to his chest.

Perhaps then, neither of you has to say it.

"Ich mag dich... sehr gerne." ("I like you... a lot.")

While his heart feels like it's going to explode with happiness and relief, it's breaking simultaneously, because why are you looking away?

You never avoid his eyes. In fact, you're the one who is always forcing eye contact on him as an exercise.

König acts instinctively, though a little clumsy, perhaps.

Always a little too strong, a little too eager, as he pulls you in for a hug.

You giggle when your face is buried into his buff chest and he's sure you can feel his heart thudding violently against his ribcage, though this time, he really doesn't care.

His heart flutters rapidly and an unfamiliar warmth blossoms and spreads through his torso when you stand on your tiptoes to wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him closer while König allows himself to embrace you, too.

"I like you, too." He mutters, nuzzling his crooked nose into your hair.

They can all hear it if they want.

[alexa-mwll]

Picrew and Alignment Test

Thank you so much @islandtarochips ❤🦋

🦋Anastasia Ivanov🦋

I didn't find the brown blonde color 😞😆

Chaotic Good- A chaotic good character acts as his conscience directs him with little regard for what others expect of him. He makes his own way, but he's kind and benevolent. He believes in goodness and right but has little use for laws and regulations. He hates it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. He follows his own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society. Chaotic good is the best alignment you can be because it combines a good heart with a free spirit. However, chaotic good can be a dangerous alignment when it disrupts the order of society and punishes those who do well for themselves.

Mmm it fits and at the same time it doesn't, with my girl. 🤔

He told them the links:

Quiz

Drawing 1

Drawing 2

🦋🦋❤

Taged for more to join: @welldonekhushi @cloudofbutterflies92 @kaitaiga @alypink @cyberghostdraws @starcrossedspirit

And any other friends who want to join are welcome❤🦋

[sergeifyodorov]

draft lottery opinions

im pretty sure any team that hasn't made the playoffs can win it but only the bottom 11 can pick first overall so let's go there

s tier:

sharks. obviously. they've suffered a lot over a long while and they deserve something good out of it. will macklin be The Answer? no. will he Help? yes. that teal is beautiful and he'd look charming in it! Let The Pacific Be A Nightmare To Visit Again

blue jackets. a little bit further along in their rebuild; primed to Actually Go Places with a bit of determination, a sacred child, and some luck and head office competence

a tier:

utah hc. only didn't put this in s tier because i'm sad as fuck about the yotes but they're basically on the precipice with a little bit of reworking of the dcore and another piece up front. logan cooley/macklin celebrini flagship yaoi of the late 2020s who says no

ducks. most of my ducks opinions are filtered through a lens of "jersey 2 ugly" TEE BEE AITCH... get some graphic design in there... those teal and purple thirds were excellent lean into that... also they're really trying something interesting with carlson and mactav and gauthier and mintyukov. like this is going somewhere. mack might make it scary.

b tier:

sens. i think a relatively competent goalie and a true 1c in mack could actually solve their problems and end their rebuild. like im serious if they win this they're actually a playoff team by the end of his elc. but also that will make tickets more expensive and they're the only team i can viably commute to :(

habs. probably won't improve the team substantially but it might create some interesting vibes

c tier:

kraken. this is a thing that could happen i suppose

sabres. actually no let's investigate let's consider. the youngest team in the nhl could get even younger, gain what may track to be a true 1c (im sorry. tage is not that girl), and in that vein get, like the sens, the final piece of the puzzle they need to make The Jump and finally exit their decade of darkness. only reason it's here is bc like they've already had 2 first overall picks in the last few years and frankly i think we need to torture The Blonde Man (rdahlin) a little more

flames. it would NOT make their organization understand what was going on more and it would NOT give them a positive or negative direction but it WOULD give nazem kadri and jonathan huberdeau a son to raise. so i don't hate it

d tier:

devils. hischier-hughes-celebrini as centre depth is simply Too Much and they certainly do not deserve it. i hope luke goes to the rangers

f tier:

blackhawks. i want connor bedard to be a hockeyblr top ten tragic figure already

[just-antithings]

do I have the anti thing for this blog:

someone in one of the fandoms I'm in made a post complaining about something valid (people not taging fics correctly) but supposedly "in the heat of the moment" they started spewing anti shit left and right. later they made a 2nd post with more neutral-proship leaning points but tbh the mask fell. heres some quotes

if you enjoy any of these please get off the internet and figure out a different way to cope

this isn't even proshipper level, this is just wrong

please if you have issues, there are other ways!!!

yeahhhh

and heres what they said in the 2nd post

People are allowed to write whatever they want on the internet, it’s the internet, that’s expected

I admit I wrote this in the heat of the moment because I was just so upset after seeing [...]

Have your kinks, have your fantasies, as much as I hate them, but PLEASE tag them

their original concern is extremely valid but I really don't know if I trust this blog anymore if they can so easily switch opinions when they get angry

Yeah no I don’t trust like that

[cator99]

Taged by @parallaxia to play a little game of answers so heres my ansewrs

1. Pretty sure I'm the only person with my name Tyler

2. Wednesday Happy Tears

3. Yeah Created every Twink

4. Every day is a Triathalon and I'm winning

5. too many autistic baddys aroun me for that

6. I notice whatever most noticeable about people

7. Purple but Red when I'm Angry

8. I could waste my life watch movies or I could be Buff yup guess what my decision is

9. Jack of all trades master of all of them also

10. In the mountains but then we had to go to the cave... More work out ther

11. Yeah pretty much all of them due to my exuberance and golden mind

12. stupid too many legs thing in my bathroom that I have to keep taking out of the tub because it gets stuck all those legs and for what useless but it chill so whatever I low key hate peeing alone anyway feels really vulnerable if I had it my way I'd always hold someone hand while I did it and thankfully it has like 40

13. height 5 foot 6 inch shoulder width 3 foot 2 inch

14. Drawing an Eye but Cigarette in the trees across the street was close second Followed by Barricading myself in the girls washroom in attempt to avoid getting arrested

15. I do not dream of labour just kidding god could you imagine jobs is awesome I could do any of them I bet all bring such different enrichment to life so pertty much whatever my handlers need from me I'll do that but other than that id say CEO of Boeing (self explanatory), Buff Real Estate Agent (real estate agent who is buff), Old Detective(bald tanned and smokes cigars), carrying heavy pieces of equipment around in arms on a work site (The Carrier), Fireworks Manufacturer, Fran Lebowitz but Buff, Monk, Angel Of History, Steel Mill, Infomercials guy that people make You Tube Poops of, Krav Maga Instructor.

[shivstar]

Some asked me why I hate the character Remus Lupin so much.

And people who have read my posts will think that probably it is related to my even more strong dislike for wolfstar. But surprisingly it is not at all related to that.

So, long story short is that I read a fic which was done so nicely that from there on me and remus were always on odds.

For those who want long story-

I was actually into time traveling fics a few years back. You know where hermione goes back in time and makes all things right.

This was one such fic. Where she is reborn as the twin sister of james Potter.

Now, one thing people should know about these fic is that here she is paired with prominent people we know from first war time.

More often it is not james, because of his epic love story with lily or the fact that her best friend will not be born if she is paired such. Others who are often paired with her are sirius, remus, Regulus and snape.

I was into sirius-hermione pairing and read all of them like drugs.

Now my expectations when reading such fics is that the romance take a little back seat and the drama related to war should provide more entertainment.

So mostly avoided fics where she travelled through 2-3 boyfriends to reach to her final guy. Sirius. But this story was exception.

I was reading one such fic in which this pairing was taged. Sirius and Hermione

In it sirius and remus both have feelings for hermione. And neither made a move because they knew about how the other felt and didn't want to come in the way of rthe other out of brotherhood.

We as reader are not told which one of them she has feelings for. Maybe both??????????????????The player witch😎.

Anyways. But this change when after the incident with snape in the shack, remus lets go of all his concern for his friend's feelings and makes a move to the girl.

All is well and good. And they slowly and steadily ease into the relationship. And things are in early stage.

This carries on for a few months where sirius is shown to be feeling remorseful for what he did to his friend. And is also a little heartbroken seeing the two together but he takes it like a champ and does not feel any ill will towards the new couple.

One day the marauders are planning some prank. During which remus starts taunting sirius because he still feeling bitter. Peter and james try to handle the situation but it keep on accelerating to no avail.

In the heat of the moment, remus decides to taunt sirius that he has got the girl they both wanted and tells in detail about what the two got up two just the last night. ( about their bedroom activities).

James first of all punches remus and breaks his nose for speaking like this about his sister. As if she were an object.

Turns out hermione was also nearby and listened to all this and confronts remus about using her and their relationship to make sirius suffer. She asks him if he would have asked her out if it weren't for his desire to punish sirius by asking her out.

This scene was done so fantastically that after that day lupin's character was gone for me. As soon as he comes as a prominent character in any fic, I take my leave or skip those parts.

Now obviously, the Hermione, sirius and james in that particular fic forgave poor lupin. But I never could find it in me to be able to do so. I simply was hoping till the end of the fic that they will just kick him out of their life.

This is my problem as a reader. I get too emotionally attached when the story is really well done. yeah I am malleable like that. 🥺🥺

I am once again reading a fic with sirius/ harry pairing, this too has a problematic remus but the author says that they are trying to aim for his redemption. It is called "RETURN FROM THE VEIL BY @jmagnabo92

This fic too is such where in the end the protagonist will forgive the bad guy but I will be left with even more bad feelings about this particular character than before.

So, this is the reason of me hating remus, not because of canon or wolfstar or any toxic story I read, simply a well done fic where he tried to take away the female protagonist from her destined male protagonist.

[violetlight]

Writers Block HELP

I hate my stupid brain, I have so much motivation to write, but no ideas. So if you have any G/t or sfw vore ideas PLEASE send them to me. DM, comment, reblog, hell even tage me in a post I don't care. Just PLEASE give me some ideas.

[tonto-splace]

14.02.2024 | 16:12

I have been reading ‘Hackers & Painters’ by Paul Graham recently. Paul is a hacker who gets pretty rich after his company which uses Lisp for development and one of the first companies used server based programs with lots of releases instead of a Desktop app. I really enjoyed this book. Even tho some parts were outdated, it makes you think about certain topics. It was more excited at start but gets kinda boring and unnecessarily longer in the end. I wanted to quote some parts i chose from the book:

While the nerds were being trained to get the right answers, the popular kids were being trained to please. (p.4)

hackers start original, and get good, and scientists start good, and get original. (p.26)

People in past times were much like us. Not heroes, not barbarians. Whatever their ideas were, they were ideas reasonable people could believe. (p.38)

scientists, or at least of the good ones, is precisely that: look for places where conventional wisdom is broken, and then try to pry apart the cracks and see what’s underneath. That’s where new theories come from. A good scientist, in other words, does not merely ignore conventional wisdom, but makes a special effort to break it. Training yourself to think unthinkable thoughts has advan- tages beyond the thoughts themselves. It’s like stretching. When you stretch before running, you put your body into positions much more extreme than any it will assume during the run. If you can think things so outside the box that they’d make people’s hair stand on end, you’ll have no trouble with the small trips outside the box that people call innovative. (p.39)

How are we to develop new technology if we can’t study current technology to figure out how to improve it? (this IBM having patent and abandoning to open their products are mentioned in the tv serie named Halt and Catch Fire too)

Authoritarian countries become corrupt; corrupt coun- tries become poor; and poor countries are weak. (p.43)

since you don’t understand the code as well, you’re more likely to fix it in an ugly way, or even introduce more bugs. (p.65, this is also what I hated on people I worked with, also please don't forget to clean the code after deletions)

It works a lot better for a small team of good, trusted programmers than it would for a big company of mediocre ones, where bad ideas are caught by committees instead of the people who had them. (p.69)

Wealth is stuff we want: food, clothes, houses, cars, gadgets, travel to interesting places, and so on. You can have wealth without having money. Money is a way of moving wealth, and in practice they are usually interchangeable. What most businesses really do is make wealth. They do something people want. (p.90)

Many employees would work harder if they could get paid for it. (p.97. I would)

Steve Jobs once said that the success or failure of a startup depends on the first ten employees. I agree. If anything, it’s more like the first five. Being small is not, in itself, what makes startups kick butt, but rather that small groups can be select. You don’t want small in the sense of a village, but small in the sense of an all-star team. (p.100)

Norbert Wiener said if you compete with slaves you become a slave. (p.124)

Great work usually seems to happen because someone sees something and thinks, I could do better than that. (p.145)

The word “essay” comes from the French verb “essayer,” which means “to try.” An essay, in the original sense, is something you write to try to figure something out. (p.160)

In OO languages, you can, to a limited extent, simulate a closure (a function that refers to variables defined in surrounding code) by defining a class with one method and a field to replace each variable from an enclosing scope. This makes the programmer do the kind of code analysis that would be done by the compiler in a language with full support for lexical scope, and it won’t work if more than one function refers to the same variable, but it is enough in simple cases like this. (p.197)

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[three-headed-monster]

mind u they also hated tage until he started scoring last season like they’re actually so toxic and wonder why these children (yes the Sabres are children idc!!!) get so rattled. yes they shouldn’t let outside noise get to them as much as it does but they are people with the weight of 200 elephants to break this playoff drought on their shoulders it’s nuts.

this team has an average age of like 25. some of them aren't even old enough to be COLLEGE GRADUATES YET. and some of them would've JUST graduated. let them go through their growing pains! i'm sorry you have no patience after 14 years of rebuilding but my god, half of these guys haven't even been here for THREE YEARS.

i think the criticism of tage prior to like 2021/22 was somewhat warranted because he really was NOT showing any growth. at the same time though, he was so YOUNG, and the double standard is so crazy. like you would think GIVEN TAGE, people wouldn't be writing players off, but nope! it also annoys me that that's what has people so hesitant to hate on him now even when he plays badly, cause he's already surpassed their greatest expectations of him. but because everyone else came in with SKY HIGH expectations, if they so much as falter ONCE, they get shit on.

[heartstringsduet]

WIP Wednesday

Thanks for tagging me @wtfuckevenknows . Thought I'd share another (steamy) snippet of First Aid because I need to be motivated to work on it this week.

Back in bed, TK’s eyes are closed. He feels the warmth radiating off Carlos' skin. It’s just a few inches closer than when they fell asleep before, but might as well be planets that have shifted orbits. It’s with this added gravity that TK is starting to drift off.

“A bag valve mask can supply how much oxygen concentration?”

TK forces his eyes open and finds Carlos wide awake, holding some of the index cards gingerly between his fingers.

TK groans. “I’m tired. Lemme sleep, you monster.”

“Hey, I gotta make sure my emergency paramedic gets his license, don’t I?” 

“I hate you. The answer is 100 percent.”

“Correct. Well done.” TK has no defense against the moan slipping out as Carlos’s other hand graces his nipple for a reward. This definitely perks him right back up.

“What is Bradypnea?” Before Carlos can pull back his hand TK catches it. His own index finger moves on top of Carlos’ to encourage him to keep it up. He loses himself in the sensation until he’s asked, “Do you need me to repeat the question? This might be too distracting.”

“Bradypnea is when a patient breathes abnormally slow,” TK answers in between abnormally fast breaths.

“With what injury-”

“Carlos,” TK whines, pulling Carlos’ hand lower, where he’s hard again. 

“Why do I have a feeling you’re not taking this seriously?” He asks against the shell of TK’s ear. Thankfully, he still shows mercy. Months of sleeping together should prepare him for the way Carlos first strokes over the sensitive skin of his balls until it’s near unbearable, until cum leaks in droplets down his cock and he can gather some moisture on his fingers. A tease in all aspects. Today, he leaves the barrier of TK’s underwear between his hand and TK’s crotch. The thin cotton grows wet in seconds. 

“Do you or do you not want to be the best paramedic in NYC, Kennedy?” It takes a lot of brain cells to answer with a hand loosely gripping his cock as it twitches. In the end, he still loses all his words under a whimper. With that I tag: @welcometololaland , @rmd-writes and I saw my other tagees be tagged already so as always, I love reading WIP so please tag me if you share :)

[annajustdraws]

•My thoughts on VAT7K•

-So What's VAT7K?

It's basicly just a Concept idea of a graphic novel for Varian from Tangled, it was rejected by disney.(Now i whouldn't even known about it if Isaac Carlson hasn't done a video about so yey ig)

-The new Characters

•Ulla

•Nuru

•Hugo

•Donella

•Yong

•Cyrus

(now i don't like Hugo's hair + he looks very modern but That's just me, but i will say i do like Nuru's design tho, and Yong is forgettable as heck)

-The storyline

So what i got from this is that Donella and Ulla where reserch partners or something then Donella "killed" Ulla by traping her in a library or whatever and Varian some how finds her and She tried to possess his body and at the end dies anyway///and along the way he meets 3 people from other Kingdoms (even tho there are 7kingdoms) Anyway Hugo was supposed to be like Eugene (even tho i don't think so but i'l get to that later) Like first a thief and then Varian's love interest. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

-My opinion on the story

I don't like Varian's mum. Why? Well mainly because i do not care about her, really nothing in the series Made me care about her, just let her stay dead (or just explain what happend) + i do not think that Varian needs a spin off or novel•(ofc if it actualy makes sense then I'm fine with that)• i mean he got his Happily ever after, and i whould like to see a Cassandra spin off.

-Varigo

Personally i do not like Hugo. The ship is based on stereotypes, "UwU smol bean" and "Alpha Bad boy". It's pretty toxic. And in fanfics Varian is usually potrayed as innocent and Hugo aggressivly flirting with him and calling him "Sweetcheeks"...yeah pretty gross if you ask me. He gives some fans predator vibes. And Hugo Also is apparently "smarter" even tho not backing Up that claim.

-Not canon

I think a lot of fans of this novel forget that it is not canon (yes not even the name "Ulla" is Canon.) If you write a fanfiction even using the name "Ulla" please tag it as #VAT7K because it is an Au. Infact if you ship Varigo you are basicly shipping Varian with an OC. It's The same as Varian and Lashanie. And fans Also spread a lot of misinformation.

-Will VAT7K ever be Canon?

No. No it won't. There was too much spoiled for that. (But i mean if you like it there is still fanfiction)

-My finale thoughts.

Lets just say i am more Mad about the 5 missing episodes from Season 3 then this novel getting rejected. It's much better as just an AU in my opinion.

|Btw if you come after me saying "why don't you block the tag if you don't like it" then yes i have the tag blocked. But i Can still see it cuz of improper taging.|

So what do you think about VAT7K? Like it? Hate it?

[lordfreg]

Helloooo :>

I saw your B&B dating headcanons and I was wondering if you could do hc’s for B&B Donnie? You totally don’t have to if you don’t want to though ❤️

Thank youuu!

Omgggg yesss sorry I have been meaning to post a lot of hcs but I am too eepy

taging some people who might want to see this: @hypocriticaltypwriter @sweaterrat @doodle88

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

The Good

-Don would literally do ANYTHING for you

-New tire? Don't worry about it. Something fixed? Already on top of it. Need emergency cuddles? On his way.

-He's also exactly 6" 1' so that has some ups and downs. If you're taller, he'd still INSIST on big big spoon.

-Once you break his icy exterior, he will 100% committed to you!

-He'll give you lots of gifts and things; mostly adhering to your needs, but the thought is still there

-He'll even cook for you! He may not be very good at it, but he'll try. Just for you.

-He'll try and participate in any and all sports you seemed intrested in. He'll take time to learn and game would want to play

-If you have something you want to learn, he'll find out EVERYTHING about it and explain it to you in a way that you can understand

-This dude is SUPER trustworthy; he values nothing higher then his family, and you're apart of that. He'll protect you at any cost, including his own life

-Although he's not one for a lot of physical attention, he'll definitely ignore his own needs for yours. If you need hugs and kisses he'll be right there!

-He'll do a lot of stuff for you too! Like, take you out on dates under the cover of darkness, he'll take you out to nice, romantic places and constantly flood you with praise and appreciation! Because, in all honesty, you deserve it💖

The Bad

-Donnie is a really busy dude, so he might not have a lot of time for you :(

-He's really blunt and might not phrase things so well. (He sucks at English too-)

-Between being the group's ONLY tech support, he's also stuck being a babysitter to Raph and Mikey. So there's a lot of stress.

-More prone to act out or yell at you. He'll apologize and say he was wrong but he still yelled and it still kinda hurt.

-Bro blames himself for everything (he gets it from leo istg) and is always emotionally a mess.

-He also really isn't the empathetic type, who when it comes down to a moral or emotional problem; he'll choose the most logical option

-Donnie doesn't get out much (i don't know why he would ever need too) so he's somewhat for a hermit. So if you like taking long walks and stuff like that, he's gonna ask "Can we do that virtually?"

-also, HE CANNOT SOCIALIZE. Like, he just can't. He doesn't know to to speak, and just talking to people has him as a nervous wreck. That's also why he doesn't have a lot of friends

-He'll definitely try and talk to you ONLY online, he hates how he looks and would actually die if you asked to video call or look at a picture of him

-Again, not a lot of time, so he'll try and make it up to you with some "appreciation time."

The Ugly

-Donnie will, unfortunately, cyberstalk you. You're his new hyperfixation! He needs to find everything out about you! (Note; he doesn't entirely realize how creepy that actually is-)

-He'll track your IP address if you ask/post something anonymously

-He'll always try and watch you somehow, either via your internet browser or your camera, he'll always be watching (it's out of love tho!!)

-He'll also ask to get a lot of pictures of you, even if you don't want too. He'll make a huge collage of just pictures of you and have it hanging in his lab.

-Don will gaslight and manipulate you, but he doesn't realize he's doing it until someone points it out. He'll say things like "If you love me, you'll do this." and "You wouldn't do that to me, that'll break my heart!"