#oh okay then... sideyeing you

[epickiya722]

I won't say the fandom, but I can't understand (and honestly don't want to) that in that fandom, some people lose their fucking minds over two characters of the same gender being shipped even though the relationship in canon is meaningful in ways that romantic and platonic, it's just a relationship that just makes sense between those two characters.

Yet, now, those same people who will lose their minds over the same gender ships will not bat a lash at the people who (or be the people who are doing this) will make that male lead some "alpha male Chad" guy while also reducing the lead female character to just "a prize" and/or will do it to other female characters that he must hook up with because "He's an alpha male Chad, he gets all the ladies".

[professorxsmokesweed]

i rarely use tiktok but i opened it on a whim today and discovered magneto is actually getting edits in the straightboy section and the comments were full of people respectfully gassing him up. his power grows stronger

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Okay, so this request got inspired by your post of how the Mercs react to Y/N telling them they have PTSD. Not sure how the situations go but what about a hurt/comfort Mercs x Y/N when they unknowingly, or somehow, triggered Y/N’s trauma?

Y/N knows they didn’t mean it but it’s scares them because Y/N doesn’t breakdown like THAT. Y/N tells them it’s okay, although they are triggered they find comfort with the Mercs because they make them feel safe. Mercs just being there for them, listening, and like asks Y/N to let them know if they need anything.

(It’s not often I see these kinds of requests with x reader/y/n stuff, but your post did make me smile a bit as someone with PTSD)

I understand your point of view. Thank you, by the way. I feel very alone in my struggles and it’s nice to hear i’m not.

TF2 Mercs Scare Y/N With PTSD On Accident

Scout:

- Oh.. Fuck. Immediately goes into panic mode because he’s a very empathetic person. You can see it on his face as he struggles to hold it together. He knows freaking out will only make this worse. (He’s less stupid than you think.) Watching you cower and breathe heavily is breaking his heart. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned that name.

- “Hey, whoa whoa, whoa, hey hey, relax. It— It was a different person! I was talking about someone different!” He pauses, trying to deduct a possible solution. The fact you’re telling him it’s fine is making him angry at himself. Why would he recklessly slip up like that in front of somebody so important?! He wants you to beat him up. “No, No. You need to like — beat the shit out of me for that. Don’t ever settle for less in a person. Like, actually, beat the shit out of me.”

- This is definitely causing some stares. Scout rarely at all takes accountability for his actions because of how on the defense he is. Seeing this side of him is uncanny. Scout takes you by the shoulders and pulls you into a big hug. Your face immediately meeting his chest. When he was a child, his mother would give him physical affection to subdue his panic attacks. This is the first thing that came to mind.

- “Easy, easy. Alright? That stupid shit won’t ever happen to you again. Not while I’m here.” He whispers in your ear. Running his fingers through your hair. Somehow, he comes rightly by his mother. He even forces himself to steady his breathing on behalf of you. He knows you’ll calm down eventually.

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Soldier:

- All it took was one disagreement. One. Single. Sideye from Soldier and you suddenly got transported into the past unwarranted. Your breathing became shallow and you felt like passing out. The impending doom was indescribable. At first you wanted to lash out and attack him for this. But Soldier quickly tilted his helmet up in alarm upon seeing your unexpected reaction. You had to kneel down.

- “Private?” He asked. His voice was more higher pitched than usual. The sight of somebody he loved breaking into pieces like janga blocks all so suddenly was shocking. He was briefly scolded and slapped to death by Medic for triggering your PTSD before, and you didn’t want that for him again. “It’s fine— I’ts fine—“ You said. “No, it fucking isn’t.” He answers.

- “It isn’t fine that you’re feeling this way. I’m going to go into your ear and fix that damn hippo campus or whatever, so help me god.” He said, his eyes full of despair as he knelt down beside you to hesitantly place a hand on your back and rub you. His answer was so unbelievably stupid you almost snapped out of it.

- “I’m sorry for glaring.” He said, sort of laughing at his own pettiness and shaking his head. He truly felt like gutting himself. As i’ve mentioned, Soldier knows full well what PTSD is. The world war did numbers on his comrades’ mental health. He’s seen people completely crumble under the weight of tragedy. “Sometimes it’s just the little things, isn’t it? One moment you’re in the present, and the next moment you stand on the hills of the battlefield overlooking the bloodshed, and you wonder: where the hell did we go wrong?”

- You sort of calm down at his attempt to soothe you. Crawling onto his lap and shoving your face into his uniform. Soldier allowed you to do this. A distant and exhausted look in his eye as he defeatedly fell back against the wall. “Did you feel that way in the war?” You mutter to him. Wondering where his knowledge came from.

- Soldier was still holding his rocket launcher in the other hand. He turned it to the side to examine it for a second. “Eh…” He muttered back. Noting the blood on the handle that was spilt earlier on the frontlines. “I’m just one of those war dogs whose mental strength rivals Zeno of citium himself, I guess.” He said sarcastically.

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Demoman:

- Immediately tries to distract you from the horrible things you begin to relive. Shoves you into your quarters and locks the door. Under normal circumstances you wouldn’t have liked this, but he’s made it clear to give you your space. You sit on the edge of your bed, unsettled, whilst he peaks out the blinds of your window.

- “Datse’ sum wee ass birds sittin ow on the tree out there. Look at em, bloody fat roosters dey are.” He says, as you look away at the ground. He notices your lack of attention and sighs. Taking an abundance of alcohol into his mouth. “Hey look, ye wanna know sumthin?” He points his flask at you. “Lemme tell you sumthin about explosives.”

- “Once a landmine explodes, kablooey. Thatse it. No goin’ back. But yer brain ain’t like that.” He tells you, pointing at your head. Frustratingly, you roll your eyes “Why’d you bring me in here, Demoman? And — thanks but my fucking wounds are unfixable.” Your tone sounds more annoyed than you’d like it to be. But you couldn’t help it right now, you felt like your body was attacking itself.

- “NAH. You ain’t. y’know why?” He knocked on his own head with his flask. “See this thing er’? this thing can mend itself. Unlike an arm or leg. OR AN EYE.” He made sure to put emphasis on that last part for some reason as he spoke it to the ceiling. Tavish still kept his respectful distance as he paced around the room. “Isn’t that just my luck? Enough about dat, tho. Look at ye! Just look at ye! You’re here. Despite those aforementioned metaphorical landmines goin off! Isn’t that crazy? There’s so much space in between what happened and whatse to come. Dont be impatient with yerself. I’ll follow you through this dense forest. Okay? You go there and then you’re there, and once you’re there, you’re there and then you’re there. Y’know? I’ll get you there.” He’s clearly drunk but this somehow helped. You watch him clear his throat and unsteadily sit down in a chair. Sitting in silence with you.

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Engineer:

- Engineer is an adult. He has (mostly) mastered the art of keeping calm on behalf of a panicking person’s sake. “Hey now…” You hear that thick, creamy drawl behind you. What had triggered you was a loud noise in the server room followed by the crashing of metal echoing off the walls. Engineer happened to be nearby. “That was all me, sorry for the scare pardner.” He tilts his hard hat in respect. He must’ve heard your yelp.

- As you sat cowering against those old computers, tears flooding down your cheeks, Engineer approached you like he would an injured stray kitten. Slowly kneeling down, a refusal to make any sudden movements. His wrench in the other hand had a dent in the adjustable jaw. “Was tryin’ to tinker with somethin’ and some shit fell onto the grating. Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you.” He said. Tilting your chin up to admire your face. Even as you were caked in tears and sweat, he still found profound beauty in this.

- He was making an effort to lie. The wrench had traces of dark red blood on it. Your eyes peaked over his shoulder and you caught a glimpse of an enemy spy’s shoes just behind the mess of computers. Engineer was a good liar. If it weren’t for the dead spy beyond him then you would’ve believed his comforting lie. It wasn’t the spy you were scared of though.. The noise did it all. “Ain’t nobody gonna hurt you.” He whispered again. “It’s alllllll in the past.”

- voooooOoshh. Yeah, figures :/

- “Would you excuse me for a sec, darlin?” He planted a kiss on your forehead, whipping around as he stood up and bitch slapped that same enemy spy with his wrench. Watching him slam against the machinery and lie bleeding on the ground. “Dead ringer, seriously?” He asked. “je te déteste.” (I fucking hate you.) The enemy spy choked out. You felt slightly better afterwards. Knowing Engineer would be able to protect you before anything could truly occur.

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Heavy:

- Offers to beat the shit out of anybody who triggers your ptsd. TO DEATH. He comes pretty close to doing so a bunch of times. Scout had unintentionally done this and he couldn’t walk for a week afterwards. Heavy was pretty certain he crushed some of his spine. So imagine his dismay when your vacant eyes couldn’t leave a poster on his wall. He knew that stare anywhere — in fact — he had that disconnected stare before.

- Heavy snapped you out of your momentary dissociation by ripping the poster down and crumbling it up. “Heavy did not like that book anyway…” He said, frowning as he threw it away in the trash bin next to his bed. “Come. Do not look at things that remind you. Not good for health.” He beckoned his large hand over to his bed and you laid down next to him. Instinctively cuddling into his chest to try and even out your breathing, But your agony was evident. He could feel your heart practically bursting out of your chest.

- “fetal position.” He instructed you. You did so, hugging your entire body. It was then he took you into his arms and applied light pressure. He had learnt to do this from a Russian psychology paper. Your pain was quickly dying down after this. Who knew being squished to death would help so much? The lingering feelings of dread would remove themselves from you in record time. Normally it would be hours or even days. Every time this happens, he’ll use pressure therapy to aid you.

- If you dislike that type of stuff, he’ll read you a children’s book. For some reason those always helped him. Maybe even take you into the main lobby area to sit down with the boys and listen to their conversation. The white noise of their stupid conversations is distracting, and the presence of friends is always comforting.

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Pyro:

- :((((((((((((( Looks completely fucking devastated.

- They’re quite reasonable. Immediately asks you what triggered you, and how they can keep you away from it. They’re patient and observant. Especially if you’re incapable of answering them. Their senses will eventually find the object, smell, or word, etc that had caused this in the first place. Silence to Pyro is always louder than words. They make quick work of the issue.

- They tell everybody on the team about this. (Which takes a while by the way because nobody can fucking understand them.) And go into huge detail about why they shouldn’t have/say certain things around you. Nobody’s allowed to rudely question them or else somebody’s belongings are going up in flames.

- Speaking of setting people on fire.. People aren’t allowed to call you a faker either. This happens way too often. How stupid can people truly get? Said people go missing after a week or so and the Tuefort police can never find the body. Every time this happens, you know who to blame. For some reason you also find out later down the line that several power classes were working in cooperation with Pyro’s murders. Thanks guys.

- If present in their room, they’ll bring a bunch of their plushies over to you and cover you in blankets. Watching old kid’s movies with you to make you feel better. This especially works well if you sfw age regress to cope with ptsd. Will 100% be your caregiver.

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Sniper:

- God dammit fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck why didn’t he just shut his big mouth and die god dammit fuck fuck fuck he wants to die FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK NOOO WHY DID YOU GO SILENT

- It was the way he said something that got you. It sounded too familar to you-know-whatsit. You were in his sniper nest when this happened. He took his eye from the scope to see you on the floor holding your chest and trying in vain to control the breathing issues you were encountering. “SsShit!” He hissed angrily at himself, getting up and sitting next to you on the floor. He didn’t even make a move to touch you. He knew how horrible things could feel in moments like these. It wasn’t until you returned the favor by leaning your head against him did he put his arm around you.

- “Sniper, I feel like throwing up..” You say, nausea symptoms setting in. He didn’t have any medicine with him other than painkillers, so he made room for you to lay your head on his lap. Putting his hand on your head. “Easy now. This’ll pass.” He whispered. It was moreso his crazy low voice that began calming you down. Jesus christ he was trying so hard not to blame himself right now.

- He was right though. It was important to believe him. This’ll pass too. It always does. You weren’t in that horrid space right now and the nest was dead silent minus the chirping of song birds outside. He remained on guard the entire time you rested on him. His eyes looking at the door, then the hole he peeped his gun through, then the door again.

- He said nothing the entire time. What was there to say? Your past had been eroded. He had no excuses nor complaints. Not even a single question. Sniper was purposefully making himself soundless to aid your recovery process. Every so often when you twitched, and started breathing heavier than normal, he’d rub your scalp in response. This is how he comforts you during a flashback most of the time. Allowing you the bliss of silence and touch.

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Medic:

- HUH???? Wait a second.. fast breathing, wanting to self harm, panicking like you were about to die, and other familiar symptoms? Oh. He knew right away what this was. Time to make sure.

- You were screaming in the corner of his lab, cowering and on the verge of pissing yourself. It was awful. It was god awful. Probably the worst one you’ve had this year. Heart palpitations and all. Your vision was blurry and you couldn’t focus. Medic knelt down in front of you with an incredibly serious expression across his face. Lifting his finger up and watching you — or at least you trying — to follow it. Some other mercs were nearby watching this go down in slight horror. They had no clue what you struggled with or why you were acting like this. You felt like you were surrounded by a bunch of idiots once again who were too stupid to fathom your experiences.

- “What’s wrong with Y/N, Doc?” Soldier asked. He had the faintest idea of what it was but he didn’t want to assume. “Hm.” Medic answered bluntly in response. He didn’t even look at soldier as he dismissed everybody with the aggressive shooing of his hand. Waiting until everybody left to talk to you.

- He took you gently by the shoulders. “Y/N, look at me.” He instructed. You thrashed a bit and struggled to do so. It was hard to not feel intimidated by all this. “The year is 1971. You’re you. You’re here. The stuff that happened, it happened a long time ago.” He said. When it didn’t ground you enough he made you repeat your age, and the date.

- “It’ll happen again!” You exclaim, “It’s happening again!” You scream in retaliation. Medic shook his head calmly. “No, it is not happening again. You have a brain injury mien schatz—“ He was cut off by your terrified yelling. You clung to him for dear life and desperation and he clung back just as hard. He was kind of thankful nobody was here to witness this.

- He only pulls away to take a deep breath and you instinctively mimicked him, holding it for a few seconds as he counted and then let go. You synced up your breathing with his and after what seemed like forever, the repeated breathing exercises were slightly helping. He had his latex glove on your chest the hold time to make sure you were doing it. Weakness took over you and you threw yourself into another hug. Wanting to be carried by him.

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Spy:

- Spy has flashbacks too but they’re less aggressive than yours. He had trained himself to stay composed by suppressing it, and he’d rather not make the same mistake with you. For a spilt second, one could easily mistake his stoic posture as you cried there in his chair as complete indifference. But he felt things far from that. You had dumped all this stuff onto him out of nowhere upon entering his quarters because you were sick of being quiet. It boiled over then and there like a volcano.

- “Hmph.. So it seems once again someone has been failed by a worthless system. Pour l'amour de Dieu.” (For god’s sake.) He angrily snuffed out his cigarette in his ash tray. Crushing it for good measures. His righteous anger was filling the entire room with dread. Spy wasn’t pleasant when he was mad. You made your posture smaller in an attempt to look innocent. You did not want to face his wrath.

- “What is this?” He asked you curiously. “It is not you I am angry at. It is the inept incompetence of those around you.” He sat in his chair adjacent from you. He wanted better for you. So much better. After a moment of silence and Spy rubbing his temples he finally spoke. “I have learnt.. Many languages. In none of them do I have the words for just how angry I am that you suffer this way.” He admitted. Looking at his gloved hands. It was rare he was so vulnerable like this, so it immediately peaked your interest in-between sobs.

- “Perhaps words aren’t enough to describe how even you feel. Yes?” He asked. You were trying to nod in response but you couldn’t focus hard enough to do so. The pain was too much. There was a look in Spy’s eye that suggested he knew that. “Come sit on my lap, let me lull you to sleep.” He offered, holding his arms out.

[chrisgetsmewetter]

Agora hills

pairing: switch!matt x famous!black!fem

summary: You and matt go to a fancy restaurant and make a really important decision, but end up in the bathroom.

Warnings: Smut, pet names (mama, ma), hair pulling, public sex. i think that’s it..?

word count: 7.7k

Authors note: Guysss my first fic, this is for @annamcdonalds67 song writing challenge😍🩶 if you pay close attention lyrics from the song happen in the fic so that’s cute. but don’t judge this is my first one, feedback is always appreciated🩷🩷 but yea i hope y’all enjoy (:

Mattyy🩷😍- hey mama, lemme take you out to dinner to take your mind off everything?

wife🩶- yea really need to clear my mind😭 when u need me to be ready?

Mattyy🩷😍- whenever, i’m not gonna rush you today is for u

wife🩶- thx matty i’ll text u 10 minutes before?

Mattyy🩷😍- bet. love u mama

wife🩶 loved this message

you get up and look in your closet and find the sluttiest black dress you can find and put on your black furry boots. you sit at your vanity mirror and curl your fresh silk press.

as you walk outside you see matt close his door and walk over to the passenger side.

“you look gorgeous mama, i love this dress on you” matt says as he opens his arms to hug you “thank u matty, i love ur jeans and tee” you laugh

matt hugs you then slaps then takes your ass in his big hands “stoppp matt” he laughed lightly then closed your door for you then went and got in the drivers seat.

Fast forwarding to the amazing restaurant matt took you to you guys sit down and order. “princess how are u feeling about the whole situation?” matt shifts in his seat a little “well i had some time to actually think about it and ion really give a fuck what yours or my fans think about us. now, i feel like we should come out about our relationship”

“i feel the same way. i hate that nick can’t post those cute pictures he always takes of us for the photo dumps.” matt reaches his hand to mine and holds it and you look at them because you’ve always loved his tattoos.

“me too matty, you know i value pda so much and it irritates me that i can’t embrace it as much as i want.” you sigh a little. “but if you really wanna do this you gotta understand your name is gonna be in the streets and my fans are gonna be looking at you and judging your every move”

niya looks in matt’s eyes for any type of regret or fear. “i don’t care what anybody has to say about us mama, i love u and we’re gonna make this last.” matt leans over the table to give you a ki-

all of a sudden a blonde waitress slams the plates on the table startling both of you. “aren’t you matt sturniolo? not to sound childish or anything but i love the videos you make. i actually suffer with anxiety and depression.” she claims and messes with her hair

you and matt both share a sideye. “uh thanks i appreciate the support.” she then turns her attention to you.

“oh! hello i didn’t see you there..” she says as she looks you up and down

“can you leave now. we have our food and we don’t need anything else.” matt says keeping an angry expression on his face. “um i was just being nice but ok.” she storms off

“thank you matt, i know how hard it is for you to respond to awkward shit like that.” you smile and walk to his side of the booth. “thanks mama, she was just doing too much and i didn’t like how she was looking at you”

1st pov

i kiss him and slowly lower my hand down to his bulge. “ma cmon we’re in public..” he shifts his legs

“it’s okay matty we’re in the back corner and everyone is in the club section. lemme thank you”

matt lets out a relaxed sigh as i go under the table. i unzip his pants and palm his hardness making it grow a bit in his boxers.

“fuck mama, please” i look up at his pretty face and smile while i pull down his boxers

his shaft pops out of his boxers. tip already leaking precum “you gonna be a good boy and be quiet?”

“yes mommy i’ll be a good boy, just touch me please” just when he said that i slammed my soft hand down his throbbing length hearing some gentle whimpers from matt

when he least expects it i shove all of his dick down my mouth earning a loud moan from him

i slowly take it out your mouth “matt what did i say about being quiet?”

“i’m sorry mommy it felt so good” i pull his boxer up and get from under the table to sit on his lap to straddle him

“mama please can we just go to the bathroom i need to be in you” he pleads looking in your eyes “yea cmon hurry up”

i pull his pants down and trail my tongue by his ear..down his neck..and down his arm and kiss every one of his tattoos.

“mommy please please” just as he says that i shove his dick down my throat and start bobbing up and down “ohhhh fuckkk faster mama”

just as i feel his dick twitch in your mouth he pulls out and bends me over the sink “can i?” he says as i look at him through the mirror and nod my head

then he slams his length in and me moan loudly “you like that mama?” he grunts. i nod my head not wanting to speak because of how good he feels

matt grabs my hair softly but quickly and pulls my head up so i can look in his eyes “you need to use words ma before u regret that shit” he says as he starts to go slower in pace and pulls my dress all the way up so he can cup my titties

“yes baby i love it please go faster” i beg and he smiles and kisses my lips “yes ma’am” just as he speeds up his pace there’s a knock on the door..

matt pulls out slowly and mouths to see who it is. “matt what the fuck i don’t wanna do it you do it!?” he rolls my eyes “the faster u answer it the faster we can finish.” i sigh and open the door and see the waitress from earlier

“yes?” i say opening the door which matt is behind, and not showing my bottom half of my dress which he pulls up and gently grazes my heat with his thumb

“you’ve been in there for almost 10 minutes what are you doing?!” the waitress says trying to peak in the bathroom. right as she says that matt slides in two of his long slender fingers and i sharply inhale.

“well if you don’t leave soon then i’m gonna have to kick you out. not matt tho because he isn’t in here i guess.. where is he by the way?” she smirks at me

matt speeds up his pace and adds in his tongue. “ahh.. matt.. is in the mens. restroom. can you leave him the fuckkk… alone he does NOT want you” i say slurring my words a little but trying my hardest to make it unnoticeable

i can feel matt smirking against my heat but goes faster. “ugh i didn’t want his ass anyway. you guys are both ugly. his dick is probably small too” the waitress smiles and walks off

you take a deep breath and thank god she’s gone and you slam the door shut. “fuckkk matt i’m gonna cum” matt gets up and plops you on the sink and gets back to work…

he turns you around and bends you over the sink again going at a ungodly pace while placing his hands on both sides of your ass. you feel your high just as he says “fuck mama i’m gonna cum” you lift your head making him to kiss you and he sticks his tongue down your throat then you feel him whimper which lets you know he’s close

“cmere mama take it down your throat” matt pushes you to your knees and grabs the back of your head and thrusts his dick in your throat.

“mama i’m cumming fuck fuck fuckkk” he lets out a thick load of warm cum in your mouth “swallow it all baby” he smirks and kisses you after you do.

you too walk out of the bathroom and see the waitress staring you both down “we didn’t even get to eat.” you pout “i’ll buy you chipotle on the way home mama i’m sorry”

[thesummerstorms]

*Annabeth Wayne has just finished explaining the concept of demigods and how Athena specifically works*

BatKid 1: *sideyeing the general direction in which Bruce stormed off in earlier* so... Your mother is the goddess of Wisdom right?

Annabeth, catching their hesitance and smiling a little too sharply: And of warfare and battle strategy. You can probably guess which of those caught her attention in this case.

BatKid 2, visibly relaxing as if making sense of some puzzle: Oh okay. Yeah, that makes a lot more sense than a goddess being attracted to Bruce for his wisdom.

Other BatKids: ....

BatKid 2: what??? We were all thinking it!

[twoidiotwriters1]

'When the dove touches the smith, Almighty raises her myth And the curse of love releases By tearing earth into pieces'

Part Two of Daughter of Olympus

No Thoughts, Head Empty

Help! People Are Treating Me Like They're Supposed to and Now I'm Uncomfortable

I Use The Power of Friendship (Goes Wrong)

And I Said No, You Know, Like a Liar

Are Those Feelings? Get Them Away From Me!

I Can't Beat the Simping Allegations

I'm Gonna Wing It (Famous Lasts Words)

Somebody Sedate Me!

Sorry I Threatened to Kill You, It Will Happen Again

Are You Serious? Right in Front of My Salad?

Would I Stab My Brother for a Million Dollars? I Would Stab Him for Free

Weird Flex but Okay

'Not All Men' You're Right, My Brother Percy Would Never

Bonding With the Girls

Are We the Baddies?

I Hope Ya'll Were Paying Attention, 'Cause I'm Never Doing That Again

Am I Clinically Depressed or Is It Puberty?

Help Boy, I'm Craving Validation

The Son of Olympus

Turns Out My Brother Percy Would, a Little

Don't Forget to Hold Your Grudges, Ladies!

The Nonsense Has Escalated

You're Not Just Wrong, You're Stupid

I Use the Power of Love (Goes Wrong Too)

You Can't Spell Drama Without A-R-A

Ah Shit, Here We Go Again

I'm in My Critical-Thinking Era

I'm Mere Seconds Away From Violence

Emotionally Repressed by Day, Socially Inept by Night

What Are Thooose?

I Would Fight Myself if I Could

*Sobbing* I'm Fine!

Depression Isn't a Joke, but My Will to Live Sure Is

I Do It for the Plot

I Don't Have Any More Live Laugh Love Left in Me

There's a HORSE Loose in the HOSPITAL

I Am So Very Extremely Extraordinarily Normal Right Now

I Go through ✨Character Development✨

The Loneliness is Coming From Inside the House

Please Say Sike Right Now

Don't Worry, It's All Downhill From Here

At Peace With Myself but Now I Got Beef With the Rest of the World

Bombastic Sideye

Stupid Decisions Require Stupider Consequences

We Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Through

I Develop a Parasocial Relationship With the Voices

Turn Down the Gospel Music, the Demons Are Still Here

Self Care? Never Heard of Her!

No Thoughts Just Concerns

Wish I Lacked Critical Thinking Skills, Y'all Seem So Happy

I’m Currently Having the Worst Time of My Life, Thanks for Asking!

I Might Lay down and See if This Fixes Itself

Ask Me Again When I'm Mentally Stable

Wasting Away to Be Useful All the Time Ain't Paying Off, Methinks

I've Had a Vision (I'm Delusional)

Oh, the Horrors... They Love Me So

Not to Self-Diagnose or Anything but I Need a Nap

I Gotta Work a Lot Because Otherwise How Could I Afford Being Stupid?

I Wanna Go Home

Can You Pray Back Later? The Gods Are Busy Right Now

Back by Unpopular Demand: Me

I'm Being So Normal About This

Which Boss Do I Have to Fight to Get Some Validation Around Here?

Here's the playlist where I'll be adding all the songs I use for this fic -Danny

Last Update: June 7th, 2024 by Danny

[the-ghost-of-a-spirit]

watching mha S4 and my thoughts while watching ep1-14

@maidofdarkness23

their interveiwing 1A? this'll be funny.

nezu, it makes total sense to allow someone you dont know, who could be a villan onto school grounds, sure buddy (i will bully nezu about everything now) also i dont trust the interviwer, his name is tanayo i think

bakugo is so real for getting mad when a guy is photographing him eating breakfast love how tokoyami uses dark shadow to get food instead of waiting in line himself

why are their chess tiles flat, thats not chess bro

time to find out who overhaul is

okay, so a guy just exploded

shigaraki: "now i get it" well i dont, please explain okay so, i still have no clue whats going but i think its like: twice brings overhaul to base. they talk, shigaraki gets mad. they fight. some guy blows up, overhauls friends come, someone else died at some point and the guys arm gets cut off, overhaul and co. tell leage of villans to think about it, and leave

present mic calling almight emo is SO FUNNY wonder what happened with him and nighteye

miriyo!

nighteye, what in the actual fuck. he literally trapped a girl to a laughing machine, he's insane, like why, what is wrong with him.

WHAT IS THAT, DEKU WHAT

"oh no, hes not funny"

alright nighteye has an even worse almight obsession then deku

okay, so deku isn't failing

betting something happens with nighteye and almight in this season

Tokoyami is going to work study with a guy called hawks. I think hawks is goanna be cool

Deku and mirio found a kid. She was in the intro I think so she's important

so her name is ari. She's cute.

Is it coincidence that ari and shigarako have te same hair?

Crack ship: grand torino/recovery girl

I love Tomiki. He's my favourite.

random but, i'm gonna say that ectoplasm (the guy who makes clones) is the traitor. cause the leuge of villans has a clone guy (mimic) and ectoplasm is a clone guy. so same guy.

red riot is a pretty sick name ngl

kirashima tragic backstory unlocked? (had to check his name with google)

tomiki is allergic to postitvity its so funny i love him

okay, i need explanation, why is everyone here okay got it, this is boring, waiting for the actual rescue misson

nighteye: I cant! (regarding him not using his quirk right then) Aizawa: most jujdmental sideye ever (why does he have the funniest expressions)

loving aizwa right now, with him saying that to deku, like hes so.. also that little chest punch, then also the "i'll be your man" "no"

also ari is so cute and i love her (i barely know her)

ida is so silly, like why

dragonladydragonladydragonlady

TAMAKI-CENTRIC EPISODE, LETS GO, right after i decided he's my favourite too lol (4 ep8) also just realised his name is tamaki not tomiki

i love miriyo, hes so nice and just generally a good person

tiny plauge doctor becomong big :( he was kinda cute when he was little

tamaki's hero name is sun-eater?

we gonna talk about how miriyo is "sun" and tamaki is "sun eater" i need the backstory of tamaki's hero name okay, not what i expected, i still think theres more we can read into with sun/sun eater (yes im shipping it, sue me)

what if tamaki just starts eating random stuff, imagine if he eats paper and becomes his own notepad

tamaki is not okay (he got hurt and collapsed after a fight)

how come fat's skinny now. like why. i despise skinny fatgum

"a few pounds" you are literally less than half the size you were before

i love how evryones usually obsessing over almight, but we also have kirashima with crimson riot, and i think thats neat

okay, so i think ari's quirk is destroying someones quirk forever? give my kid a break, shes like, 5

also, on one hand, i think overhaul is a really cool and interesting power. on the other, child experimentation is not ok

alright, i'm betting someone gets shot, dunno who yet, but someone will get shot by those permanent quirk destroying bullets

how many personas does twice have?

someone has a truth quirk, also taking back the ectoplasm=twice thing cause they know who twice really is, and who ectoplasm is too, probably

the upside down drunk guy is so funny to me "what are you, drunk" "no, that would be you" (what if this became a ship)

ari is missing a horn, she has one, but its not centered, therefore she's meant to have 2, cause these things are supposed to be symetrical

i would die for ari, and also kill overhaul for her (MD i see why you hate him now)

going to say this now, capes are dumb, especially for million, cause his clothes are made of his hair, so you'd expect for there to not be much fabric, but he has a cape.

nimoto/chisaki new ship

(minimum requirements for ship is that they breathed the same air for at least a scene, and possible are loyal to eachother, but we dont need that)

MIRIYO GOT SHOT, HE GOT SHOT BY THE PERMANENT BULLET

what if miryo become the first quirkless hero?

miriyo, stop getting hurt

deku came and saved the day (and so did evryone else, probably)

i like locklock

chisaki killed nimoto, like dude, he was, like, the one guy who genuinely liked and supported you.

what if shigaraki and ari are related, i'm pretty sure they are.

NIGHTEYE'S DEAD???

ARI NO

ari is also favourite, i love her and would die for her

everytime someone screams "chisaki" i feel like their gonna say "Chisaki smash" and idk why

ari's quirk is to rewind

this scene (deku and ari right after quirk reveal) is going to break me

what if almight and nighteye became "messed up stomach due to villan" buddies

i like dabi, i think he's neat

shigaraki, u good bro? probably not but still

okay, nighteyes dead

i hope we get to see more of ari later on

[shittyelfwriter]

ALRIGHTY here we are at weeks three and four for the santa clauses series! I did not rewatch a second time because genuinely, these melted my brain. anyway, lets get into it below the cut!

So apparently according to the tsc tag, episode 3 that I missed last week is a sort of filler episode? OH BROTHER REALLY

Normally I would not complain bc I miss old format, 20-23 episode series but because I know this Isn't That? DREAD. how are you going to plot well and good in 7-8eps if some are filler? that is just SO condensed, my guy

Counterpoint to people who were sad about it but: I thought the teen romance was annoying and I'm GLAD they ended it even JUST for a bit (it will come back to haunt again, trust. It’s a disney series ffs.) Whoever is writing this needs to ask a teen about how they talk nowadays. This is not it.

I also think we're driving the whole "Buddy is terrible at everything" punchline WAY past its breaking point. Which I would argue was last season entirely, but. At the very latest, last episode with how heavy on cringe it was. Yes, EVEN for kids/teens.

Again, they are not antagonizing Magnus Antas enough for me to hate him. waaaaay too funny to be a villain. I can't take him seriously and DON'T want to

The way that Noel keeps sideyeing the Betty cutout as if to say "do you see this shit?" during his brunch with the Clauses SENT me tbh. That's bernelle coded and I love it

I do not know why Disney gets OFF on the Clauses being absolutely inept parents but I wish they would stop

SHOUTOUT JUDY OMG JUDY'S ACTRESS THAT’S JUDY JUDY IS HERE YOU GUYS (SCREAMINGGGG)

LOVING the exterior shots of the workshop and Elfsburg. As someone who has POURED over all available screenshots from the movies of those I am LIVING for new angles (even though I do NOT think bernelle would live that close to the Workshop, but it doesn't seem like Betty and Noel can POOF like Bman and Elle can (and do))

I don't know why there are TWO instances of a "misspoken turn of phrase" in this episode but neither were funny and TWO OF THEM was REALLY bad

CHUBBY BUNNY DID NOT EXIST THAT LONG AGO. NOT IN MAGNUS ANTAS' TIME. THAT WAS AN INTERNET FAD LESS THAN TEN YEARS AGO. WHAT ARE WE DOING DUDE. WHAT ARE THESE WRITERS ON (it's not good, I don't want some)

Crossing guard callback? For what? (okay, shrug I GUESS dot meme)

Why does this specific franchise always have to make EB SO WEIRD. WHY. Nothing about this is funny it's just off-putting. Just like the previous EB flirting with Carol's MARRIED MOM in tsc3

This Carol and La Befana scene was actually very good. LOVE it when they actually just let the characters be HONEST with each other. Women supporting women core. Even if Carol's reason for being mad at her was really shallow and obviously stems form Carol's lack of identity as Mrs. Claus because they just cannot wrap that plot point from last season up.

THE LETTERS DEPARTMENT. It looks dope but HATE the explanation for it. Half assed as hell. WARNING! Rant incoming: like from what I know a LOT of postal services have little lore stories about how they get the letters to Santa. WHY COULDNT WE JUST SAY THERE ARE AGREEMENTS BETWEEN SANTA AND OTHER ADULT PEOPLE WHO KEEP THE SPIRIT ALIVE FOR OTHERS AS WELL? Why is this series so obsessed with making everything only powered by magic and never by others (yes, humans) who want to keep the spirit alive as well? It feels like magic is being used as an "explain it all away" crutch narratively. Even in season 1, the "solution" to mass consumerism wasn't for people to be kind to each other and do little things to keep the magical parts of Christmas alive, it was to show the world that magic was real. Season 2 so far, the answer to everything is also just magic. I'm hoping that maybe the B plot with Kris will touch on this. Because as it stands right now, it feels like the writers are talking out of both sides of their mouth. Commercial Christmas is bad, but Kris is a loser for having a Santa theme park. Like?? Homogenization of Christmas is the Big Bad at large, but also up at the Pole they are trying to find ways to do the same thing to be "current". CHRISTMAS IS MULTIFACTED. It is both secular and religious! That is OKAY, I don't even think "woke" people are arguing about that. Sheesh.

Can't believe I'm micro rambling IN my ramble post. New achievement unlocked omg

The way Magnus Antas picks up on modern slang so quickly practically puts Scott to shame. Good for him

AGAIN, the misturn of phrase jokes. DEAD. Not funny. STOP

If they are going to make Sandra so op that she can just Wanda Maximoff chaos magic "I just say something when I'm mad and it happens, anything I want with no negative impact on me" I will not find that swag. That is in fact Mary Sue territory, lads

Sandra's little outburst @ La Befana was giving magical nepo baby for a moment there. Oof. "Too bad I'm just naturally more skilled than you even though I'm new and you've been a witch forever" girl SHUT. UP. You are like a little baby. Also that is so mad disrespectful like no WONDER La Befana is wanting you to slow tf down. You fly off the handle WAY to easily and we ALL know you lose control when you do! Okay loose cannon! Werk!

Riley. Girl. "we never see each other" you were just up at the Pole?? Like. OFTEN?? This is so stupid of a breakup but they are teenagers so go off kids, be dysfunctional or what have you. Rah rah, as Jack would say

Episode four now, lord help us. God has cursed me for my (loving this one Christmas movie series) hubris and my work (watching it's hellish series spin off) is never finished

"Reversing a transformation is never a guarantee" what is this La Befana? the Sims? Sounds like transformation ray odds. Magic is not THAT unpredictable, even by in-universe logic

CURTIS-ITIS!??? CURTIS FUCKING EXPLODED??

ARE YOU SO FUCKING FR RN. SO BERNARD IS MARRIED TO A SENIOR CITIZEN AND CURTIS. FUCKIN VAPORIZED?? FROM STRESS? WHAT'S NEXT? Lemme guess, Judy joined the circus. Quintin is a crypto investor or works for Tesla. WHAT ARE WE D O I N G

Not Scott moving the scissors like he's afraid Buddy will shank him or others?? SIR

SANDMAN AHHHHHHHHHH HELLO SIR /POS :D

So they just con him? As though that's a long term solutio-- OH MY GOD NOT SCOTT USING SANDMAN'S SAND ON SANDMAN HIMSELF?? that's ILLEGALE?? According to tsc3 lore: "We legendaries can't use magic on each other?" I am so bewildered by the level of retcon occurring before my very eyes at BREAKNECK speed

Sandra doesn't need magic she needs THERAPY for her ANGER ISSUES bruh. Damn. She doesn't need a rage room (in someone's house too I might add? okayyyy) she needs to learn to process like a normal human being wtf

Scott being able to look like his normal self whenever he wants and they just didn't tell him? For like. 25 years? Like its clear that by the series standards, the elves think he's a total moron. But it pendulums hard and fast between "haha funny joke" and "damn they really think he ain't shit, huh"

Edie being a fashion diva is such a serve she's grown on me this season ngl

"I had to teach him how to do all the Legendaries jobs" Scott I know you're waffling, absolutely FUMBLING but what the FUCKKKKK is that excuse??? What's Cal going to do? Be EVERY Legendary? TERRIBLE AWFUL HATE IT UNINSPIRED. Not to mention, SOME OF THE OTHER LEGENDARIES MIGHT NOT TAKE THAT NEWS WELL. Some might even feel THREATENED

"The man I die for in my sleep every night" UM? Noel? You okay there bud? Holy heck

THE PURPLE JACKET IS SWAG AND SCOTT IS A HATER. HE CANNOT SEE THE VISION

Do you guys think according to this new lore Edie made Jack's suit? because me thinks PERHAPS

Magnus Antas is kind of popping off, damn. Like I think if the gnomes hadn’t given him MAJOR delusions of grandeur and an ego trip, he could have stayed totally a vibe. But stop giving the Santas snow powers and reconning Jack holy SHIT dude. First Scott now him? HATE IT

The way they made Scott and Cal look when "invisible" is Not a Good Look heck. Its like a bad picsart filter

These Scott visions. I get why, its through the Santa magic, right? But dang its corny

So Scott knows Magnus Antas is back now. Okay. They got away from him. Lost visual on Olga, have a bad feeling she somehow sneaked into the sleigh. Weird cliffhanger but EVERY episode has been like that so far

Final thoughts: I feel like they're definitely trying to make this season take itself less seriously, but I feel like the trade off is that the writers are taking too many liberties for diversions from source material and are therefore, losing the plot entirely and retconning movie lore at will and convenience. Tl;dr, it's messy. Concepts are fun until things just become so irreverent they fall apart or lean into entirely unfunny territory. Which is just a hallmark of T*m All*n brand humor, tee em, but you know.

It feels like this series is doing everything and nothing. It wants woke points, but immediately doubles back and makes fun of those same things. It wants us to feel empathy for these characters, and immediately makes them insufferable. I am so confused as to what the takeaway is supposed to be. It all feels so poorly executed--the series retcons itself constantly, not to mention the movies. I want it to be fun, and to take it at surface value, but if you know literally anything about the movies, that becomes a challenge to do. I'm just so confused dude.

I will be shocked if this gets a third season. Truly.

Also, I miss Betty too, Noel. Wish this whole season was about HER shenanigans, instead.

So. See you all next week then?

[filmbyjy]

JAKE I LOVE YOU BUT U HURT YN AND ILL MAKE SURE NINGNING HISSES AT YOU

HYUNJIN : I LOVE YOU IGNORE THE FACT THAT HEESEUNG IS SIDEYEING ME, and may you always keep laughing

YN : U SEXY BITXH I HEART U BE MY GIRLFRIEND IGNORE HEE AND JAKE ILL TREAT U SO WELL

LIXIE : SUNSHINE ILYYY

Gaeul: GRANNIE GAEUL GIVE ME A HUG

SUNOO : SLAYYYY BESTIE

HeeseuNg : I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BUT HOLY SHIT UR SO HAT AND SWEET like ...

jake: *has left the chat*

hyunjin: heeseung was side eyeing you? BITCH IM GONNA FIGHT THAT 6FT MAN

yn: oh, that’s sweet of you☺️

felix: ooo you deserve a brownie😊

gaeul: gRaNnY👁️👁️ okay fine. fair enough. I am sort of a granny🥲 *goes for a hug*

sunoo: purr everyday💅🏻💅🏻

heeseung: hat? oh! hot. thank you🫶🏻

[kilojulietsierra]

Slow Ride - Chapter Three (Hangman x OFC)

Another 18+ ish chapter and the second to last chapter at that! Let me know what y'all think!

Chapter One - Chapter Two

~~~

Sadie tried not to feel awkward as she handed Jake her ID for the gatehouse guards so he could bring her on base. She also did her best to ignore the look on his face when she had it out and ready for him before he could even explain to her the process.

Jake wasn't having it though and as he pulled through the gate and handed her license back he held onto it tightly, "Okay, time to explain."

She gave her ID another tug, then another harder one, finally freeing it from his grip. "Explain what?"

He gave her a first class sideye and and dry chuckle, "Sweetheart, I might talk slow but I ain't stupid." When she rolled her eyes but did not respond he elaborated. "That first night at the bar you made a comment that you weren't supposed to touch me… I thought it was a little odd but paid it no mind. Then, that night at your place," Jake signaled to turn manuvering his way through the maze of cookie cutter base housing, "You hung my uniform on a hanger before we went to bed."

Again he signaled, this time glancing at her in the process. "And now, you're apparently very aware of the procedure for civilians coming on and off base…" He had pulled his truck up in front of a long row a single story duplexes and put it in park. "So, care to explain."

"I'm sure you bring plenty of girls on base Hangman," Sadie emphasized his callsign with a smirk, "Surely you don't think you're the only one."

That made him laugh and the sound eased Sadie's nerves a bit, on edge from his questioning.

"Sweetheart…" He shook his head slowly, side to side as he leaned casually across the console, "I've been with plenty of women before…" Jakes eyes drilled into hers, "I have never had one get out of bed to hang up my uniform."

Sadie chewed on the inside of her cheek and fought like hell but finally had to look away.

He chuckled again and leaned back to turn the trucks ignition off and open his door, with an easy smile and a wink he looked back at her, "I should've known you were a brat." WIthout waiting for her he got out of the truck and slammed the door on his way around to her side wearing a shit eating grin, meeting her as she stepped down and slammed her own door shut.

When she moved to step past him, rolling her eyes, he caught her with a hand splayed wide over her torso and gave her a firm but gentle push back against the side of his truck. "You grow up watching your Mama ironing uniforms and sneaking kisses before Dad left the house?"

Sadie rolled her eyes again and dropped her head back against the window, "Maybe, so what?"

His thumb started to rub back and forth over the soft fabric of her tank top, "Nothing, I think it's cute."

"Oh my god." Sadie pushed at him, pleaed when he allowed it, even if he was still grinning.

"Hey, come here." He may have stepped back when she pushed but he immediatly caught her waist as she tried to walk past and turned her back to face him, "I'm teasing, you know that right?" He put a hand on each hip and tugged her close.

"Mhmm…" She let him do it but her arms crossed over her chest.

As smooth as ever Jake dropped a kiss at the corner of her eye and spoke in her ear, "I actually love the idea of my girl being a military brat." He kissed her temple again but quickly groaned in exasperation as she pulled away from him again. "Sadie c'mon."

WIth a shrug she started backing towards the door she assumed was his, "What? You literaly just said it…" She kept her face indignant as he started to follow her, his expression a mix of kicked puppy and annoyed, "You like that I'm a brat…"

When she couldn't keep a straight face anymore Hangman caught on and dropped his chin to his chest, still exasperated but laughing as he strode after her, all but chasing her to the door of his assigned housing. "You just can't make anything easy for me can you?" He grumbled in her ear as he guided her through the door as she chuckled at her own shenanigans.

"It's good for you, builds character." She threw back at him as she kicked out of her flip flops and waited for him.

"Yeah?" He took her waist in his hands again, "Well you'd sure do some damage to a lesser man, I'll give you that." He leaned in for a kiss and she was still giggling when she wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.

She mumbled against his lips, "Go take your shower."

Jake groaned, wrapped his arms rest the way around her.

"I'm not getting in bed with you while you're all covered in sand."

He groaned again but took a half step back, "If I hurry will you go wait in bed for me?"

"I can do that."

~~~

"I should have specified, wait in bed for me naked." Was Jake's first comment when he entered his small bedroom and found Sadie stretched out on his bed, still in her shorts and tanktop, scrolling on her phone.

"I thought about it but then I figured, nah." She couldn't help but smile at the look on his face, "Being a brat remember?"

"Yes, you are!" Jake closed the door behind him and crawled on the bed over top of her, plucking her phone from her hands and setting it on the nightstand, "I almost regret saying that."

"Almost?" She quirked an eyebrow at him even as she spread her legs, allowing him the space to drop down on top of her, his towel slowly but surely working its way untucked.

With one hand he reached down and undid the button and zipper of her shorts, "You're still in my bed," He said the words against the side of her neck, "And you're about to be naked," He smiled as she easily raised her hips for him to tug the shorts down, "So, I'm not going to complain too much." Jake groaned then, noticing she hadn't been wearing any panties under the shorts.

Sadie was grinning as she pushed against his shoulders, she continued to push until he took the hint and rolled over onto his back with a grin of his own.

The towel came rest the way undone in the motion and his hands moved to settle on Sadies thighs as she straddled his waist. He slid his hands up her bare thighs and over her waist, hiking her shirt up as his hand moved underneath it. Jake used his grip to pull her down to him for a kiss. His hands spread wide and dragging up and down her back. Quick fingers undid her bra and moved to strip the last of her clothing off. "These definitely gotta go." He mumbled as they separated.

Something changed in his expression as she sat up to shrug out of her shirt and he saw his dog tags dangling between her breasts. She moved to grab them and pull them off over her head but he stopped her, "No, leave those." He sat up one hand still holding hers around the chain and the other digging into her sunkissed hair as he claimed her lips again.

Sadie smiled into the kiss as she leaned into him, pressing their bodies together and forcing him back onto the mattress. "Really?" She mumbled into his lips with a snarky grin creeping across her face, "Acting like you just got out of basic." She was laughing as she raised up slightly, "Bet all the girls go cross eyed over that move don't they lieutenant?"

Jake rolled his eyes and groaned, moving to retaliate but sucking in a breath when Sadie caught his wrists in both hands and stretched to pin them above this head. He stretched lightly, lifting his hips up off the bed and flexing his abs before settling into it, "Keep actin a brat darlin, I'll play that game if you want?" He flexed his arms above his head, feigning a struggle.

He caught the way here throat bobbed and her eyes fluttered the slightest and if he wasn't already hard as a rock that would have done it. She regained her composure quickly though, and tightened her grip on his wrists. "Just wanna make sure you know the difference between me and those other girls."

Jakes lips twitched, fighting back a smile. "Darlin," He crossed his arms behind his head, almost annoyingly relaxed and comfortable, her grip on his wrists tugging her closer, "I could keep you up all night listing the differences between you and those other girls"

His eyes rolled closed when she rocked her hips against him and leaned down to kiss him again, sloppy and rough. Jake moved to bring his arms down but she tightened her grip and giggled.

A shiver rolled down his spine and he kept his eyes closed as they continued to kiss The feeling of her lips dancing across his jaw snapped him back to the moment as much as the feel of the warm metal tags landing on his chest. He closed his eyes and groaned as her mouth moved down his neck to his chest. Almost instantly his muscles tensed and flexed underneath her, fighting back a groan as she mouthed and licked across his abs. His voice was half groan half whisper when he felt Sadie shift backwards and brush against his hardness, "What am I gonna do with you woman?"

With a careful not so careful nip just above his hip bone Sadie smiled and came back so they were face to face again, 'I have a few ideas?" She kissed him once, briefly.

"Oh really?" Jake locked eyes with her and waited for her to open her mouth and toss some snarky remark at him. As soon as she did he moved, hands landing on her waist as he sat up and moved her where he wanted her. His grip on her tightened upon hearing the surprised yet satisfied gasp as Sadie slid over him. Her nails digging into his shoulders as he laid back down, his member twitching and pulsing as she settled. "I say we start here and see how many of those ideas we can get through."

She may have rolled her eyes in response to his wink, but she moved. Rolling her hips slowly and deliberately, hands braced on his chest letting his grip on her hips guide her. His dog tags swinging, mesmerizing, against her chest.

~~~

Sadie woke up to sunlight in her eyes and much more room in the full sized bed than she'd had when she fell asleep. She moved to roll over and something bumped her elbow. Looking down and fumbling through the sheets she found her phone. When she picked it up she couldn't help but smile.

There was a text from Jake; "Morning beautiful, early training this morning and didn't want to wake you. Left the keys to the truck on the counter for you. Talk to you later." directly followed by another, "I also forgot to grab my tags so you better hope I don't get in trouble.. or crash…." The text ended with one of those winking kissy faces that made her roll her eyes.

She laid back against the pillow and smiled. Taking a minute before she had to get up and start the day.

~~~

Jake snuck into the locker room and chanced a look at his phone as soon as he got the chance. He couldn't stop the smile on his face.

Sadie had responded to his good morning texts with a picture of her in the drivers seat of his truck, wearing one of his shirts, his dog tags and his aviators. The text below it made him smile even wider, "Better be careful handsome, could give a girl the wrong idea."

With a quick glance at the time he responded, "Looks like you've got the right idea to me darlin."

He was just swinging his his locker shut when Fanboy burst through the door, "Phoenix and Bob just bailed out." He didn't stick around longer to explain, nor did he need to. Hangman was out the door right behind him.

~~~

"Please go home."

"No."

"Hangman, leave."

"Absolutely not."

"I swear to God…" Phoenix dropped her head back into the lumpy hospital pillows dramatically. "Nobody is this obnoxious. You do it just to piss me off."

"It does bring me joy." His response to her growl was a wink, "You're not supposed to sleep for like," He checked his watch, "four more hours. Think you can handle it."

"That's what the nurses are for. And before you say anything offensive, I dare you to go tell one of them you know better. Please, because that would bring me joy."

Hangman laughed, "Nice try Phoenix, but I'm not taking that bait." He stood up from the chair, ending the conversation, and grabbed the tv remote from the standing in the corner.

Phoenix watched him as he dropped back into the chair. "Your new girly friend is probably wondering where you are. Why don't you go harass her instead." Her eyes jumped from him to the screen of the television as it himmed to life.

Without even looking back at her he countered, "She knows I'm here, nice try." He continued to flick through the local channels.

She was about to speak up and tell Jake to stop on the CalPoly game but he was already setting the remote down and settling back into the chair, kicking his booted feet up on the bed.

He surprised her when seemingly out of the blue he spoke, "Fight it all you want Nat, we're friends, I'm not leaving."

Phoenix stared at the game on the screen for a long time before she responded, "You promise not to tell anyone that's true and I won't mention catching you shopping for rings on your phone this morning."

"Deal." He nodded once, catching her eye and throwing her a barely there smile.

Phoenix smiled back and enjoyed the silence for three whole minutes.

"You think I should go get Bob one of those fluffy, pink teddy bears they have in the gift shop?"

"You're an asshole." She shuffled around in the blankets trying to get comfortable, "Besides, his favorite color is blue."

Hangman threw his head back and actually laughed, "Noted."

~~~

When the call came through Sadie smiled and hit the button on her steering wheel to answer, "Hey!"

"Hey beautiful. What're you up to?" Jake was obviously smiling, she could hear it in his voice, but wasn't as full force as normal.

"Driving home. How about you?"

"Just leaving the hangar." There was a short pause before he continued, "You have any plans tonight?"

Sadie smiled, "No, not yet."

"How about I come over?"

"What you got in mind?" Sadie bit her lip and hit her blinker.

"Oh honey, that's a dangerous question." He listened to her laughing, he knew she was rolling her eyes but smiling, "Honestly, just hang out, you and me. Thought maybe we could make dinner or somethin'."

That caught her off guard a little if she was honest. Her and Jake had spent quite a bit of time together the last few weeks but had yet to 'have a quiet night in' together. It felt so... settled, domestic, out of their norm. It sounded nice, but the fact that it was Jake "Hangman" Seresin suggesting it was curious. "We can do that. What sounds good for dinner?"

"Chicken fried steak?" Sadie scoffed, "I'll never say no to chicken fried steak. I'd have to run to the store though."

"I'll stop on my way, don't worry about it, just tell me what we need."

~~~

Jake had been more quiet than normal while they ate, the quick responses and the flirting were there but it was all almost halfhearted. Or like half of his mind was somewhere else. When Sadie stood up and moved to collect their plates he reached out and stopped her. Grabbing her hip and bringing her to stand in front of him, "Why don't we clean up later?" He wrapped his arms around her and tugged her close. "Kinda just wanna cuddle on the couch with you tonight."

She leaned into him, settling her arms over his shoulders, "That sounds nice," Sadie tipped her head down to catch his eye, "But first… you gotta tell me what's up."

Jake stared back at her intently, his brain obviously working over something. His grip on her tightened, he chewed on his lip for a moment before answering, "The mission we're here training for…" When he saw her nod he continued, "They're sending us out tomorrow."

Sadie was quiet for a long moment, her nails scratching back forth over the back of Jakes neck. Eventually she nodded, didn't say anything just nodded, and leaned down to kiss him.

Later that night when they went to bed Hangman laid awake in her bed, Sadie tucked in tight against his side, head on his chest and her hand laid over his heart, exactly where she had fallen asleep. He held her close and stared at the ceiling, mind spinning too fast for him to sleep just yet.

It wasn't the mission keeping him awake, that he could handle. What kept running through his mind was the envelope he had handed Hondo the morning after Iceman's funeral.

Jake refused to put too many heavy feelings on Sadie right now, knowing it had only been a few weeks and in the morning he'd leave for this mission with no guarantees he'd be back. There were things he wanted to tell her but not yet. But… in the unlikely chance he did not come home he wanted her to know all the same.

The Navy wouldn't give or tell her anything, but when he had handed over the plain white envelope sealed with one single sheet of paper inside and her name on Hondo had nodded. They Navy wouldn't understand but he did.

Jake also wondered if it had been fair, the night they had just spent together. Was he a bad guy for wanting a home cooked meal and the comfort of the woman he was falling in love with? Even it was the first and last time for them?

"Hey."

He nearly flinched at the quiet voice in the darkness, "Thought you were asleep."

"You're thinking too loud." She kissed his chest as her fingers began to stroke back and forth over his torso.

"Sorry darlin." He reached up to stroke her hair and drop a kiss to the crown of her head.

"What do you need?" Her voice was still soft but a little more awake.

He tightened his hold on her and tipped her chin up for a proper kiss, "Got what I need right here."

Sadie huffed out a laugh, "Go to sleep Jake."

"Yes ma'am." Jake chuckled a little himself and rolled over onto his side. "C'mere."

Without out much coaxing Sade resituated herself, wrapping her arms around him from behind and even hooking a leg over his hip. Wrapped around him comfortably she settled in and gave him a tight squeeze, sighing happily when one of Jakes hands settled on the thigh draped over his waist and the other grabbed for her hand.

Jake finally fell asleep a little later Sadie wrapped around him and her steady, calming breath ghosting against the back of his neck. The bittersweet feelings came back but this time a little sweeter. It would be hard to leave in the morning, but he liked the idea of how good it would feel to come home. He'd never had that before.

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Chapter Four

Taglist :@kajjaka @emorychase

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[cw: experiences that can be likened to dissociation, panic attacks, and hallucination(?)]

/— 1: Abrupt Awakenings  —/

"Are they awake?" 

"Hey, don't poke them!" 

"Everyone shhh, they’re waking up." 

Savannah opens her eyes, and is greeted with the sight of five strangers staring at her. She quickly surveys her surroundings, before realizing that she's in a jeepney. 

Feeling groggy, she wipes at her eyes, before looking at the one in the black T-shirt sitting nearest to her.

"W-what happened?" 

"Well, you fell asleep," they replied in turn. 

Savannah nods, albeit still extremely confused. They didn't remember falling asleep. And they definitely didn't remember falling asleep in a jeepney flying through the air- wait. 

Flying through the air?

"Where are we?" she asks, casting nervous glances at the strangers. The five share a look before shrugging. 

"We're not exactly sure," the one in the hoodie said. "We woke up just a few minutes before you."

Savannah, ignoring the uneasy feeling gnawing away at her gut,  tries to fully soak in each of their appearances.

She focuses on the first one. The one in the black shirt. Most noticeable of them was their large wide-framed glasses, clearly visible even when hidden behind their coiled blonde bangs. 

Perhaps a ‘black shirt’ was too simple of a description for their clothes, because there was clearly some sort of decal on it that Savannah didn’t recognize.

She’s beginning to get tired of mentally referring to this stranger as ‘the black-shirted one’. 

She opens her mouth to ask their name but, as if on cue, they start speaking. Maybe the weight of her stare was heavy enough that they felt the need to. Yeah, that’s probably it.

“My name is Beau.” He holds out a hand, Savannah hesitantly shakes it.

“AND! Before you ask, it’s spelled B-E-A-U.” 

“...Oh I- I wasn’t going to ask.”

Ah. After hearing herself say it, they realize it came out a little more rude than they had intended it to be. Hopefully Beau doesn’t notice. 

Someone clearly does though, because the next thing she hears is a loud snort from across where they were sitting. It had to have come from Hoodie man.

Beau, however, seems to pointedly ignore this, and instead carries on with a new air of passive agressiveness. 

“I apologize for the rude awakening. Some of us clearly left our manners in the 5th grade.” He says coolly, sideyeing Hoodie man.

“Manners-?” Hoodie man laughs incredulously. “Have you seen where we are right now? Manners left the discussion five star clusters ago.”

“Listen redhead, I don’t care if we’re in the depths of space or in the Bermuda fucking Triangle, you don’t get to poke people when they’re clearly asleep!”

He laughs again, this time a little amused. “Redhead? That’s the best insult you could think of?”

“I hadn’t even met you until five minutes ago, so forgive me if I don’t have a lot of material to work with.”

Savannah, sporting a quickly-developing headache, decides to stop the argument before it progresses any further.

“What is your name?” they ask the ‘redhead’ in her best attempt at a placating tone.

Both men seem slightly taken aback, but neither protest the obvious redirect in conversation. Savannah considers this a win.

“Tauny,” he says, avoiding eye contact. “Tauny Hep.”

“Like the color?”

Tauny snickers. Savannah frowns.

“Oh, no- sorry, I wasn’t- it’s just, I get that a lot.” He explains. “Glad to know that some things never change. Even when you’re…”

“Flying through the Bermuda Triangle?” she supplies.

“Um,” Tauny shoots a glance at Beau who’s resigned himself to silence ever since their argument. “...sure.”

“To answer your question though,” he continues as if nothing happened. “It’s Tauny with a ‘u’, so, not like the color.”

Savannah nods. “Okay.”

…

Everyone looks at her expectantly. She blinks, confused.

The one sitting next to Tauny– the one with the apple-red hair and oversized sweater, she notes– clears their throat. “Um, this is the part where you, uh, introduce yourself? You know, like, your name…”

Ah. Yes. Of course.

“I am Savannah Dean. You may call me Ann, if Savannah is too much of a mouthful.”

“Cool. I like Savannah better though. More unique,” they smile. “I’m Ascot.”

“Your name is also unique.” she tries at a compliment. “I’ve never heard it before, your parents must be very creative.”

“Why, thank you!” They look delighted, beaming proudly. “I picked it myself though, don’t give my parents the credit.”

Oh. She could tell they meant it as a light hearted joke, but that didn’t stop her from feeling at least a little bit guilty.

Though before Savannah could apologize, her attention is drawn to a head of colorful bubblegum pink hair.

“Who picked your name, Savannah?” the pink one asks excitedly, fiddling with the sleeves of their college sweatshirt.

Savannah’s already begun to formulate her answer when, without warning, her head begins to spin in dizzying circles.

A wave of overwhelming nausea ensnares her senses and all of a sudden she’s somewhere completely different. Somewhere with disheveled warehouse walls and old rusty carnival games. Covered in dust and left out to rot.

Distorted voices echo and bounce painfully in her mind.

You could call yourself Savannah.

What’s a… savannah?

She can hear them. The voices. So far away and distant, yet undeniably there. They feel familiar yet she can’t recognize them. Perhaps part of her doesn’t want to recognize them.

She’s drowning. Or at least they think they’re drowning. She doesn’t know. But all of a sudden their eyes are swathed in a void of inky black. Sinking further down into the abyss. Detachedly, they realize they can’t breathe. 

The voices continue, but gurgled and unintelligible. In the same way the sounds of the surface get more and more slurred as you fall deeper into the sea. The painful pounding in her head pales in comparison to the agonizing sense of guilt burrowed deep within her soul.

Desperately she holds out an arm, grasping at nothing but murky black. She can’t reach them.

She can’t-

Someone is shaking her.

She’s face to face with the last of the five people. The one still yet to say a word to her. Well, their mouth is moving so she assumes they’re saying words now. She just can’t hear any of it.

Her ears are still ringing. Strange.

As if a switch were flipped, the commotion of the jeepney comes crashing around her. Loud and unwarranted.

“Oh god. What did I say? Did I say something wrong? I’m so sorry-”

“All you did was ask about her name, you didn’t do anything.”

“Yeah, but if I hadn’t-”

“Would you all stop yelling? You’re only making it worse.”

“You don’t know that!”

“Well you certainly aren’t helping, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, ginger, maybe it’s best you shut up.”

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you!”

“Guys,” the man in front of her says, effectively silencing everyone, “I think she’s back.”

He turns to face her. “Hi, my name is Cato. Cato Linn. To my knowledge, you just experienced some kind of traumatic episode. I don’t know anything about you nor your past, but I can assure you, you’re safe. You’re here. And you’re real.”

The words are soothing, reassuring even. Though Savannah can still hear herself struggling to breathe, like the darkness is still there with a chokehold on her lungs-

“I want you to copy me, okay?” 

Snapped back to reality, they watch Cato inhale, urging her to follow along.

She tries. She really does. The erratic heaving slows, but it doesn’t stop.

Cato exhales. Savannah follows.

Cato inhales. Savannah follows.

Cato exhales. Savannah is beginning to get the pattern.

It takes at least five (maybe six? She hadn’t been counting) more rounds of this before her heartrate feels like it’s lowered to a reasonable pace.

“Good?”

“good…” her voice came out raspy, but the fact it came out at all was a huge improvement from the clogged feeling obstructing their airway, barring their ability to breathe let alone speak.

Cato nods, satisfied. This entire time his poker face hadn’t shifted even a centimeter. Unnervingly calm, he returns to his seat in the very corner of the jeepney.

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[kabira]

🌹 anon - hey manx! it’s been a hot fucking minute since i’ve been on here, but i js wna say that i hope you’re doing okay ❤️ miss ya and love you lots!

(also sorry for the sideye-inducing ask i sent like 3 years ago whoops that was embarrassing 👁️👄👁️)

OH MY GOD 🌹 ANON IVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!! you will be pleased to know that i have no memory of any embarrassing asks you might have sent so ur good 💖 i'm doing pretty well and excited to be back since i havent been here in a hot minute either, and i am so so so glad to see you 🥺 hope you've been doing well!

[bam-monsterhospital]

the life-journey of eventually landing on scott summers as my favourite superhero.

90s baby-child me vs the 90s cartoon opening: oh hay! i know that word! i know that name! i know what that is! i LOVE greek mythology! i understand this, cool eye stuff, awesome! 

(then i promptly watched almost no episodes because my brain didn’t want to keep track of everything, and i was frustrated with the ‘to be continued/last time on xmen’ constancy - i was a 90s spiderman kid rather than xmen kid)

12/13 yr old me vs xmen evolution: this. if i was a guy, this is how i’d want to be. how i’d want to look, how i’d want to act, how i’d want to carry myself. i want to live up to this. 

late teen seeing late 2000s comic book cover art of emma and scott with jean storming into the room in the background: 

-insert sideye drawing here-

early adulthood hearing tidbits of other people’s 90s xmen cartoon memories: oh, lotta complaints about cyclops, yeah okay i can see that. i can see that, maybe they thought he was boring, sure, i guess. never watched those cartoons so, enh.

still early adulthood, hearing more specific complaints about cyclops: wait what? left his wife? who’s maddelyne pryor? what happened.  i mean, i still like him, but what happened?

eventually re-delving into xmen: hah, wow this fanfic writer... that’s a very fucked up horror backstory to give scott summers (between the planecrash and recruitment).... surely it can’t be canon... ... oh my god it’s canon.

More re-delving into xmen in adulthood: oh no. oh. oh no. kait. kait, he’s my favourite. why are you nodding, what do you mean you already knew? what do you mean ‘duh’???

more. and re-examining my childhood: fuck, i’ve always liked him...

getting to the core of cyclops in marvel, going into the original xmen comics, digging through major arcs and misc storylines, finally coming across where the complaints came from, discovering lies: ... welp.

more digging, writing a goddamn academic paper on him, seeing the narrative push towards villainy post 2000, seeing the inklings and then major point where the hatred started and festered from, seeing the purposes and patterns and lines, the socio-political associations, etc etc etc: no one knows shit about scott summers! 

somewhere in there i also recognized that i always gravitated towards him because of a lot of his idiosyncrasies and qualities people like to show in a negative light, a lot of those qualities were ones I’ve struggled with and have displayed my entire life.  the self-destructive perfectionism, the seriousness he displays in everything he does, the obsessive wrangling of control specifically self-control and how that interplays with the core of his identity, on and on and on. 

[fandoms-of-a-random-existence]

You know what! I will accept that I am most certainly biased as the player of Raevyn but fuck it we ball. Time for the Raeran Weirdest Couple Propaganda Post!! Because if not me, who's going to make this!! (.....okay i'm lying given the distribution it's not impossible for someone else to do this but LOOK I LOVE THEM SO MUCH THEY'RE SO-)

Just as a concept! Escaped lab experiment who went to Disney Villain Anime Boy Gacha Game Academy x Robot Dreamwalker With Mommy Issues (Shout out to fucked up evil mad scientist Dr. Milf! help we've called her that so much in ooc i can't think of Moiras as anything else) And don't worry about the implications of this Loyal Son working for his evil mad scientist "mother" (she does not see him as a son. just a creation. also hates aer. Almost everyone does. Guy who sucks and commits atrocities <3) dating an escaped lab experiment there's absolutely nothing to worry about there [sideyes [REDACTED] arc] it all works out in the end!!

Even their first meeting! Gayboy wanders into Raevyn's mildly unhinged dreamscape and gets the "follow the white rabbit" experience! Going through mirrors and finding aerself in coffins and hedge mazes and hopscotch over open voids and musical stairs! All of which is perfectly normal (NO) and then they finally meet and flirt a bit by dancing on tables right out of the gate until they're attacked by the memory of a phantom! You know how it is!

Raevyn literally loses their head! (That one just picks it back up and reattaches it as Zoran offers to help but "oh! well, I see you've got this handled!") and now they're fighting together and flirting by showing off in increasingly dramatic ways whilst still beating the phantom and its card soldiers up! But do they acknowledge that anything about this situation is in any way abnormal? Of course not! (Genuinely finding screenshots for these two being weird is so hard bc they're always playing it seriously) But now they have one crown! Which is only enough for one of them! And so they immediately commit themselves to a Dream Heist so they can be a matching set!

I need to impress that this is literally their first meeting.

Also that Raevyn had recently promised Zoran's sister that if the person she was speaking about (Zoran, but Luci never mentioned aer by name) ever showed up that one'd run him over with their motorcycle.

They're insane to me /aff

They spar gayly offscreen and one time Saluci came in and kidnapped Zoran from Raevyn's dreamscape in the middle of one these spars (to make him pay for Crimes. Or something. He's a fucked up pathetic sopping wet little meow meow do i look like i keep track of all the atrocities he commits-)

Honestly there's probably a lot more but it's a low spoon day and I have Arrangements that start in [checks time] approximately 10 minutes but I want to get the blorbos out into the world before tumblr deletes my draft!

Anyways!!!! Vote Raeran weirdest kitc couple sweep ooooooo you want to vote for them sooooooo bad /j

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[ziracona]

When I played UD the first time my bro and I 100% called during the first scene what was going on with the killer plotline, except we thought it was 400% more extreme and somehow tied to the supernatural side too, but we both figured it out/guessed it and just were like “Honestly Same Though” bc sibling love u know, and spent all our energy trying to make right & praying buddy boy would decide to be merciful. Best playthrough energy I’ve ever had.

[cinnamonest]

Hello I saw your requests were open and I had to come running in. This is less of a request and more of a brainrot but hear me out:

Darling accidentally agreeing to become the stress reliever/communal fuck toy for Aether and his group of all guys party members.

Like she makes a promise to help them out in whatever they need after they save her family or help her out of a sticky situation and she words it in such terribly open ways: "I'll do whatever I can to help you and the others." and "If you need anything from me, it's yours to take!" and even "I'll give you whatever you want, I won't hesitate."

How can they not jump on this opportunity? They have not have had pussy since joining Aether and/or their entire lives and this cute girl waltzes in saying all those nice words and is in their general direction, acknowledging their existence? Absolutely pounce on the chance and her, going at her for a while until they've all had multiple turns on her, wanting to try out every thing they can of her.

I also like to imagine this is the scenario of all the Genshin Boys being virgins (lmao) so they are even more excited to stick their dick in the real deal after all this time. And holy shit it feels so nice - The pussy. The mouth. The space between her tits and thighs.

No way they can go back to using their hands after this. Not when she's there, now being dragged along with them for the rest of this journey so they have easy access fucking. There's not much poor weak darling can do, too, because she can't fight them all by herself and there's no way people would believe her story of being essentially turned into a toy/stress ball for the Hero of Mondstadt/Defender of Liyue/Liberator of Inazuma etc etc etc and his esteemed friends especially if it's the likes of Diluc and Thoma and such. (Okay maybe Childe will get sideye but him being a Harbinger means people won't say it aloud lmao.)

ANYWAYS- Now she finds herself always getting fucked/used by at least one dude during their breaks back at the camp to release tensions or relieve boredom during downtime. Maybe sometimes being the venting wall for the guys who need to complain or vent. Definitely gets someone just. Groping her casually since they like how softer she feels, so good to just touch and fondle and squeeze.

Poor girl can't even get enough sleep sometimes because sometimes Xiao, the little bastard, wakes up with a raging stiffy and he gets the brilliant idea to simply shake the girl awake to make her at least aware of her surroundigs before shoving her face into his crotch. (Also see: He's being decent and considerate and all those other things he's being nagged by the others to show to the girl.)

Wheezing at that last bit just -- even Aether, ultra virgin as he is, watches Xiao fuck her one (1) time and is so horrified that he has to have a talk with him like "my dude my man my fellow you cannot go on like this--" and force him to learn how to do it right so he doesn't break her... bc then they can't fuck her until she recovers :/

Absolute galaxy brain at all of them being virgins too so true

Oh to be Traveler Aether's little shareable cocksleeve, dragged all around Teyvat... Imagine you really did know what you were implying, you figured you could pay him back for a favor with a ONS because you had no mora, so you said you'd give him whatever he wants... But he decided you can become his pet! Permanently! :) Probably should have thought a bit before extending that offer... Bonus points if it's somehow contractually binding, so you really are stuck. And yes, even if not, no one is really going to listen to you. People would sweep it under the rug, even.

Suddenly, Aether never has any issues recruiting any of his lineup of acquaintances. They used to be busy a lot more often, it seems, now they jump at the opportunity to join the party. They even hit him up every now and then with the "hey so uhhh need any help with anything?" Just hoping to spend a few hours with him because that means getting to rail you :) it's a great team party member recruitment strategy, honestly. "Hey you wanna help me do my adventurer's guild commissions?? You can fuck my slavewife if you do!" Works like a charm every time, even if it earns some bewildered sputtering at first.

Also I like to think of how you can set your commissions to only a certain region, so like... Sometimes if Aether needs to stay in one region for a while to get some achievement, you're gonna be stuck in one nation for a while with the same dudes, except on rotation. Only 4 people in a party, you know.

But despite being limited to one region, there's a bit of a supply and demand marketing issue here where there's one of you and like 6 guys trying to get some on a daily basis, and unfortunately none of them are very inclined to patience or sharing. Using Mondstadt as an example, depending on where you go at what time, you might happen to hit the area right at a time where Albedo is in town, Diluc is bartending, Bennett is at home and even Razor is visiting the city, not to mention Kaeya and Venti always being there... Again, only 3 of them can go (or even 2 if you're considered a party member yourself...?). Poor Aether has a lot of pressure on him to make sure they can all get their fill and thereby remain loyal companions. And maybe because he's started to consider all the ways it could backfire, since they seem to have started liking you a little too much.

Each one becomes dependent on that stress-relieving comfort pussy, starts getting depressed, and eventually in a bad mood, when Aether hasn't come by his region in a while. What's taking so long? He has NEEDS. Maybe if he just stole her away next time, Aether would never know...

Also I'm crying at the idea of Aether just. Becoming self-conscious because he feels like his friends only want him around so they can fuck his girl :( here he is seeing them for the first time in a while, and they just sort of "oh hey Aether" only to immediately push him aside and get to you instead. Poor thing.