#otp: This why I like you. you just want to hold my hand
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claresedwards · 2 years ago
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"Bye Kc"
I always find it ironic that all the girls that had kissed KC ended up in much better relationships with men that will treat them right and endgame with
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thebibliosphere · 1 year ago
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With hindsight, I probably should have realized I was polyamorous/ambiamorous sooner than I did. (And to be clear, I realized it pretty young. I just didn't have the terminology for it.)
Ignoring the fact that five-year-old me used to watch Signing In The Rain! on a loop and was already making up stories about Don, Cosmo, and Kathy all living together in Don's big house and *gasp* holding hands (maybe kissing), I was never any good at shipwars.
Like someone would ask me, "What's your OTP?" and I'd be like, "Well, I guess I like X/Y, but also Y/Z is good too..."
And they'd be like, "No. I mean your one TRUE pairing," and I'd just blink at them like, I'm sorry, I don't understand the question.
I'm sure they thought I was trying to stir shit or being deliberately annoying, but I just... couldn't wrap my head around it. Why did I need to pick one thing? There were multiple options with different things that made them appealing. That's like going to an all-you-can-eat buffet and just drinking water. Which is fine! If water is all you want, great. But you don't get to go to an all-you-can-eat buffet and judge people for eating different foods...
And when I eventually found out multi-shipping was a thing, I was like, "oh neat, that's what I do!" and while there was a definite feeling of having found my people, it was weird having the moral judgment from other people who seemed to think multi-shipping was a symptom of a greater moral character flaw. Like my inability to settle on just one thing meant I was more likely to cheat irl.
This wasn't helped by the fact that I... kinda already didn't care about monogamy? Not the way my friends did. I didn't mind that my then-boyfriend liked Sarah, too. What I minded was that he went behind my back and kissed her when he'd told me I couldn't kiss anyone else.
It was the betrayal of the agreement that hurt. Because we'd agreed. He'd asked me to be exclusive with him, and I did. And then he... didn't. And my friends couldn't grasp that.
It was all, "How could he kiss someone else?!" and my chief complaint was, "Why didn't he tell me first?!"
Anyway, if I could go back in time, I'd tell teenage me, you're not weird and amoral, you're just queer, polyamorous, and have ADHD, lmao.
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singingcicadas · 8 months ago
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Megatron's Opposite Day
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"I free slaves"
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This is Soundwave binding Ratbat but seeing as Megatron did the same thing to Pentius by putting his spark into Trypticon and reformatted Rumble and Frenzy into cassettes against their will I think he approves a lot of this practice
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Megatron on Optimus and humans, after his defeat in All Hail Megatron ⬇️
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he really salty
"I implant ideology" aka brainwashing
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Decepticon cause = Megatron. nuff said.
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"I liberate cities" says the person who let Nyon burn to make a point
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Cities are too small, think bigger
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Holding New York hostage.
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"Like Autobots, they believe in the sanctity of life" which he doesn't. Kudos for being honest.
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Allowing troops to do free-rein massacre is a reward for conquest. Nothing like some easy murder for de-stressing.
The Simanzi massacre which halved the Cybertronian population is off-screen so it doesn't deserve its own pic
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"The revolution"
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"We only feel good when we stand with a blade in one hand and a throat in another" "Let's make the entire face of the planet into our new gladiator arena"
What nice, confidence-inspiring revolutionaries. I'm sure they'll rule the population with benevolence after they've killed all the Necessary People with Necessary Violence. Final interpretation of what constitutes as Necessary is reserved for the sole discretion of Megatron, ofc.
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Good goals.
Sentinel might be an absolute asshole but at least he's got one thing right: they're literally a gang of thugs who gets high off murder.
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"The people are my utmost concern"
'The people': ................
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"Battling for freedom"
Freedom of what? Function? Autonomy?
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Religion?
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the ability to choose whether to fight? on which side to fight?
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Idk why they used the word "pogrom" for this, it's way too specific
Anyways it doesn't matter, they won't be missed.
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Good for Bumblebee for calling him out. Screenshotted this just to appreciate Megatron's bitchy face ⬇️
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Other urban legends:
"Megatron loves Cybertron" let's just burrrrn it
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He did fight to save Cybertron in Chaos Theory but also made it pretty clear why he did it. It's not out of the goodness of his heart or any sentimental reasons like that. It's an ego/dominance thing.
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Plus his wording when he's trying to convince Optimus to let him go with the Lost Light: "I broke the planet. And that, Optimus, is why I owe it to you - to everyone - to find a replacement."
Replacement.
In other words: I made a mess and can't be bothered to clean it up, so I want to get away from it and find somewhere new to start clean.
I don't think Optimus appreciates the favour.
"Megatron tore down a corrupt government" which is true, just too bad that he's worse
He's also, um, a closeted Zeta admirer?
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"Megatron advocates equality" ???
Megatron x dictatorship is literally his OTP. They were inseparable for four million years. A lot of people died trying.
"Megatron cares about the Decepticons" no he doesn't. Not his troops nor its cause.
Like for one thing he treats them with complete scorn
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Admits that the most useful thing about keeping Starscream around is that he can bully underlings into line
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Wants to use the humans' nuke to get rid of his troops and reformat them into peaceful drones after they outlive their use because they were "too ruthless" for his perfect peaceful society
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Has zero scruples about fighting Deceptigod, just affronted that his own soldiers are being used against him
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And basically just drops the Decepticons like a bag of vermin after he surrenders. He never once mentions them of his own accord, other than to insist he has nothing to do with them. Even his surrender speech is something Optimus makes him do as exchange b/c he wants to go on parole. He wasn't planning on making a public address otherwise, he was just going to leave them hanging.
Looking at the publication timeline, Megatron started out as an established Evil McEvilson-type villain similar to how he is in G1 and it's not until Chaos Theory in 2011 that JRo really gave him a sympathetic backstory that drew his characterization away from the bloodthirsty pugno ergo sum warlord into someone who once held ideals about societal reform and remains convinced of his own moral supremacy throughout the 4 mill years of death and war, adding worldbuilding such as Functionism/oppression/government corruption as justification for the beginning of the Decepticon movement. But because the start of the Decepticons was already written in Megatron Origins and every evil thing he'd done up till Chaos Theory can't be retracted and they had to keep Megatron as a villain until his story was no longer central to the Autobot-Decepticon war line, and JRo didn't try to downplay the atrocities he'd committed (some of the most sadistically disturbing things Megatron did were exclusively in MTMTE flashbacks), but rather tried to distance him from them and placed the focus on the juxtapositions to emphasize change, this as a whole just resulted in Evil McEvilson getting turned into Hyper McHypocrite.
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joosthead · 2 months ago
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7 or 29 with joost from the otp questionary please 🙏
₊˚⊹⋆ prompt: 7. what’s the first thing that changes when they have feelings for each other?
₊˚⊹⋆ cws: none
₊˚⊹⋆ reader: gn!reader but normal au coded
₊˚⊹⋆ junote: a little cheese for u anonnie thank you for requesting :3 i’ll be answering 29 in a diff post bc someone asked 29+30 and they go together p well so stay tuned 👀 p short drabble tbh but i just wanted to make it look pretty
RPF/REAL PERSON FICTION BELOW CUT, DNI IF ANTI-RPF
the first thing that changes when you start having feelings for each other is… nothing at all, really, in terms of behavior. he already loved making you smile, loved making you laugh—the romantic feelings were just a plus, and an even bigger reason why he wanted and needed you around. you were already the first person he showed his music to, the first person on his speed dial.
the hardest thing to adjust to was honestly the physical aspect of it all; how was joost going to hold back from someone so beautiful? how did he ever back when he didn’t have feelings for you? touch was already a large part of your friendship. always an arm around your shoulder, or a loose hand around your waist when you walked together.
still, just friends, though.
when you’d come to shows, you’d fuss over the finishing touches on his outfits—the first show back once he’d realized he liked you, he wore a dress shirt and a tie, not realizing you’d come up and adjust it for him after he tied it in the mirror. pretty fingers handling him delicately, your eyebrows knitting together at how haphazardly he tied his tie. “so many years of practice, joosty, you still can’t do it better?” you quipped quietly, so focused on helping him.
he’d known how to do it perfectly most his life—then you came along.
for once, he was quiet, just watching you as if the roar of the crowds outside and the voices of rushed roadies and security weren’t right outside your door.
“so handsome, joost. you’ll do amazing,” you said, and it was enough to tune out the noise. you hugged him around the waist, and he knew how far gone he was.
after that, he tried to keep away from you physically out of respect, but you two always orbited around each other regardless—stopping himself from walking with you, cuddling with you, taking your hand and squeezing it just once before letting go… that was impossible, and even with all the new feelings floating around, he wasn’t going to stop himself.
so yeah :3 he gets all bashful smile looks down at ground when you call him out “where my hug at” style cuz he always does that to you when you don’t hug him … the hypocrisy!!! /j
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luceafarul-de-dimineata · 8 months ago
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a noble runs into MC and the nobody devil while they’re on a date and MC introduces them to each other when confronted…
didn’t mean to annoy you by being clumsy and sending 3 asks in a row. apologies🤦
It'a fine, pussy, my imbox is empty, so there's no tragedy in giving the same request multiple times. For my sake, I'll just name the demon Marian, but you can imagine anything else instead.
Whb nobles seeing MC with another devil
Zagan
He was just going on his morning jog when he spotted you and Marian
Everyone in Gehenna knows everyone else in Gehenna, so don't be surprised that they know eachother.
Zagan would be kind of shy when getting closer to you and nod at the two of you
"Oh, hi Zagan! This is Marian, my boyfriend."
His face doesn't change much but you can tell that the realisation struck him
He shakes Marian's hand and leaves.
You should be thankful it was him that found you two and not someone more... aggressive
Astaroth
He's stuck
On one hand, this is such an amazing love story plot.
The child of Solomon, the human that could have them all settles with a nobody.
They are everything and he's just Marian
The drama, the romance, the tragedy that could spur out of something like this
He's all for it
But on the other hand, really?
You have all the kings drooling after you, all the nobles lining up to make a carpet out of their bodies so you won't have to step on dirt, and you choose... Marian?
Humans trully are fascinating creatures
He doesn't say anything when he sees the two of you, just hiding behind a corner and observing. He's really invested now, be ready to find his newly published novel about a queen falling for a layman on your nightstand
Bimet
He audibly gasps
He is revolted, he is insulted, he is disgusted
How fucking dare you
He doesn't know who that demon is, nor does he care
He would power walk between you two and look only into your eyes.
"MC, I didn't think I would find you! Who's the accessory you have with you? What's his purpose and when will he expire?"
"That's my boyfriend Marian."
"Hahaha, you're soooo funny! You're already dating Mammon. Do you really need something as... insignificant as this devil?"
You start arguing with Bimet until he just picks Marian up and takes you to the royal quert.
When Mammon gives the verdict that you can date anyone you want, Bimet's entire attitute changes.
He congratulates you for finding such a handsome devil and wishes you both ferwell.
Glasylabolas
Oh ho ho ho, now this, this is interesting
He's gonna have the time of his life with this one
First, he takes pictures of you two on the date, holding hands, hugging, any physical contact works
Then he makes his presence known
He's a lot more cheerful than usual and he eggs both of you on.
He acts like you two being together was his OTP all along, talking about how you two are just made for eachother
"Oh, but MC, why haven't you told his majesty Leviathan about your blooming relationship with this young fella? Should I do the honorifics myself?"
He doesn't wait for an answer, he just summons his coffin and teleports to Leviathan's throne room to tell him the gossip.
Seeing you and your boyfriend hanging put a smile on his face
Next time, try not to get caught
Stolas
He just shoots the guy
No warning, no anything
He doesn't want to hear your complaints
A vermin was touching the child of Solomon in a romantic manner
Avisos' one law is to not steal someone else's partner
And you're clearly dating Beelzebub, so Stolas was just enforcing the law
You had to rush your boyfriend to Paradise Lost to get treatment, but Stolas won't apologise
You have to explain to him step by step that 1. You're not dating Beelzebub and 2. You chose to date Marian because you genuinly love him
It takes him a while to process, and he still has doupts, but he'll pay for the treatment of your boyfriend
Ronové
You don't see or hear him coming, you just feel his arms snake around your neck
He congratules you for getting a boyfriend and shakes the devils hand.
He's actually very chill about the whole ordeal, but he seems weirdly fascinated about the other demon's sex life
He really doesn't want the child of Solomon to get sexually frustrated
He would offer to show him how its done, but you slapped Ronové before you could finish
He just chuckles and hands the devil a business card
Before he leaves, he whispers in your ear "if he doesn't treat you well, chop his dick off. Or better, ask me to do it."
Andrealphus
At least it's not an angel
When Andrealphus walk closer to the two of you, your date starts shaking in fear
Andrealphus just smiles and hugs you since he hasn't seen you in a while (insert blind joke here)
He smiles at your date, which doesn't help make him look less intimidating
As long as that devil doesn't pose a threat to you, he's fine with letting you date whoever you want
Your date might faint after Andrealphus leaves, but you both are glad that nobody got murdered.
Buer
He's confused and a bit offended
I mean, Lucifer is right there
It kind of reminds him of that story Lucifer once told him about his younger self. How he fell in love with a human princess but the princess chose some random dude instead of him and he got depressed.
He doesn't want that to happen again so he probably would move you and your new sweetheart to different sides of the hospital
If you try to comfront him about it he's just like "You are under my care and he's under Marbas' care, there's no reason for him to be in the same wing as you"
He wants to break you two off, but not directly. So he just hopes that the physical distance between you and your boyfriend would make the relationship deteriorate by itself.
Would probably stop only if Lucifer tells him to knock it off
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rocknpebbles · 5 months ago
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We know every Usopp ship is great but.. I want to know which is your biggest fav and why 🎤🎤🎤 (I love hearing anyone's opinion tbh, infodump all y'all want)
ommagosh. UUUUCHHHH. you know when I first saw this ship I thought I was absolutely insane for thinking of it, sanuso.
now as to why? UCHHGHHHH IM NOT SURE SOMETHING JUST SNAPPED INSIDE OF ME IN SKYPEIA WHEN SANJI GOT HIS ASS FLAMED BY ENEL AND KEEP IN MIND I WAS WATCHING THE ENG DUB SO I HAD TO HEAR “HE KILLED OUR SANJI” which was an absolute WHIPLASH TO ME AND WHILE I DIDNT LOOK TOO DEEP INTO IT AND WAS JUST THE DUB BEING THE DUB, IT STUCK WITH ME.
I gotta be honest. I was a hardcore sanuso DENIER between skypeia and w7/enies Lobby I think. I absolutely REFUSED to accept sanuso bc I thought it was a little insane. teeny. I would look at Pinterest, see some fanart and this is stupid but I would see smth sanuso, scroll away immediately, scroll back up, look at it for one second and refresh the page. I think I didn’t like happiness at the time. I thought I was cringe for considering it. What’s funny is that I would simultaneously make drawings of them holding hands and think “yeah I DONT SHIP THEM”.
no but I love it now since w7 and EMBRACE IT cuz of tumblr and getting used to it, absolute otp 10/10 they make me sick in a happy way ,the evidence was too much I enjoy it heavily
I love it bc I love both of them like I feel like they get eachother I’m not good with words but like…. they’re just puzzle pieces that connect…
I actually started working and drawing out 5 separate sanuso comics (which are goofy silly because i don’t know how to draw serious romance) yknow I might post them if it’s funny enough (one of them is guaranteed funny)
TYSM FOR ASKING 🙏🙏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️These asks make my day
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novaonhere · 1 year ago
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Quiet Nights
Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!reader
Summary: Cal has a dream that totally goes against the Jedi code. During his panic, you come to check on him and find him in a comprisable position.
Word Count: 2.7k
Warnings: ITS SMUT TIME FOLKS, 18+, oral f! receiving, no condom, cussing, choking (duh the force?)
A/N: Delicious, I drank a full 32 oz of water after this
Prompt: Imagine your OTP where one of them had a dream about the other person and tries to act normal, but fails miserably, so the other one notices and gets curious about what the dream was about.
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You yawn, filling up your cup with water from the bathroom sink. You gulp it down, refreshing you as much as a glass of water at 3:34 am could. It was nice having a bigger bathroom; you're used to the small Mantis bathroom instead of this spacious one on Jedah. You, Cal, Bode, and Greez have arrived to the Hidden Path's base to touch base with Cere and learn more about this Tanalorr place. It seemed intriguing, but you were still on the fence if such a place could even exist.
Now here you stand, staring yourself down in the mirror, filling up another glass of water. As soon as you turn off the tap, a very faint and quiet noise echoes throughout the halls. Curious, you open the door, the noise just becoming ever so slightly louder. Time to investigate!
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Cal twists and turns in his guest bed, his entire upper body reddened. Soft moans escape his lips. He was burning, and he couldn't bring himself to wake up. Hell, he didn't want to wake up. This was the best dream he had ever had!
You had surprised him with a night for just the two of you, walking through the forests on a planet he could not name. The trees towered above you, vibrant with their green leaves. They bring in just enough light to highlight the rugged dirt path. You both were holding hands, just enjoying each other presence. Now, the dream changed, and it most definitely explains Cal's reddened complexion as he lies in bed.
You're now hovering over him, in a beautiful matching set, perfectly complementing your skin tone. Lace runs up and down your body, showing off your curves and parts that Cal only wishes he could actually touch. You leaned in for a passionate kiss, straddling the man. He could basically feel you in his subconscious.
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The sounds started to become louder the closer you got to you and the guest bedroom next door. Who was staying in there again? Is that Cal? You tip toe up to the door, placing an ear beside it. Yep, that's him, is he alright? You knock quietly, waiting for a response. The response never came. You knock a bit louder this time. A gasp fills the room, as well as some frantic shuffling.
"Cal?" You whisper to the door, the shuffling stopping immediately. "Are you alright?"
"Come in," He blurted, immediately regretting it. You hesitantly open the door, the light from the hallway showing a line of brightness on the man. He's sitting against the headboard, the blankets ruffled around his crotch and legs.
"Nightmares?" You ask, taking a step in and quietly closing the door behind you. "Would you like to talk about it?" You squint your eyes to get a better look at him, your eyes still adjusting to the dark. His are as wide as possible, extremely dilated from the darkness and the dream.
"I'm okay, thanks for checking, goodnight." He rambles, trying to sink into his bed. This only makes you more curious. As you eyes get more adjusted, you notice that his cheeks match his hair.
"Oh," You realize, blushing as well. "My apologizes." You giggle, taking a seat at the foot of the bed. "Who?" Cal just blinks.
"What?"
"Who was it! Mr. Jedi, Mr. I can't ever think about another person in a romantic or sexual way." You tease, playfully hitting his foot. He purses his lips together, causing your grin to only become greater. "Oh, come on Cal! This is big! Who?"
"Why is it so important?" He grumbles, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Oh my god, do I know them?" You cross your legs, fully facing the clearly embarrassed Jedi. He rolls his eyes, but the redness only darkens and spreads. You giggle gleefully. You hum, trying to think of who it could be.
You really hoped it was you. For months you've been trying to hint to him about your feelings, sometimes very vague, but other times very blunt. The rest of the crew caught on immediately, but the gears in Cal's brain just didn't seem to click. You've tried asking about dating and his romantic life, but he always brought up the Jedi Code, making your want for him only increase. You've had dreams, dreams of you being together, living through the rebellion, being together, domestically and intimately.
You're expression must softened as you were thinking because Cal coughed to get your attention. Now it was your turn to blush.
"You going to guess or let me go back to sleep?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. Now, you had a choice. Respect his want to go back to bed and continue about life, or be VERY BLUNT. You were tired, so there was only one right option.
"Was it me?" You ask, glancing around the room, trying to not meet his gaze. Cal's breath hitched, the blanket becoming too hot for his body. From the lack of response, you also started to heat up, clearing your throat. From the lack of response, you could only assume it was you. You. YOU?
You whip your head to face him, locking eyes. You... He wanted... you. You honestly couldn't believe it.
"Was it just a dream?" You mumble, Cal giving a questioning expression as you shift in your seated position. "Or do you actually have feelings?" You vulnerability seemed to easy Cal a bit, noticing how uncomfortable you were. He wanted to say the truth, but he didn't want to make it weird. Would it be weird? Eh, tonight was the "going for it" kinda night.
"Months." He simply states, trying to relax against his headboard. You perked your head up from your gaze into your lap. You cheeks redden, your breathing quickens, and something feels, different. The atmosphere feels intoxicating, but in a you shouldn't leave way. With the prolonged eye contact, you feel ass if Cal notices the feeling as well. You notice his hand are now at his sides, and there's an obvious lump by his lap. That weird feeling starts from your stomach and falls down your body, closer to your belly button.
"Months?" You repeat, raising an eyebrow. He purses his lips and nods. You hum. "Well..." You both grow silent, quiet. This had to be the quietest you too had ever been with each other. You waited for each other to make a move, but in all honesty, Cal was too vulnerable, physically. You start to feel the awkwardness subside and you feel yourself giggle.
"Hey, it's not funny." Cal frowns, while you shake your head.
"No, of course not." You compose yourself, scooting closer to the red head. "It's funny that we are telling each other we like each other with your dick out." Cal's face reddens completely, trying to compose himself as he places his hands over his lap. You outstretch your arms, pushing his hands away, causing the freckled man's eyes to widen dramatically. "Need any help?"
Cal practically springs up at you, locking your lips together in the most "I need you" kiss you've ever experienced. It was HOT. Like, you already started to sweat as your tongues fought each other. You needed him, you needed him so badly. He could feel that need from you, he wanted to provide that for you more than his dreams ever could. He pulled your up and into his lap, never once breaking the kiss. Your clit brushes against him, causing you to quiver in pleasure. He notices your movements and moves your hips back and forth on him, earning himself a quiet moan from you. He chuckles, retracting his lips from yours and goes for your neck. Your arms are around his shoulders, dragging your fingertips through his hair. You continue to moan and gasp into his ear, trying to stay quiet.
"You're wearing too many clothes for this," He comments, lifting the bottom of your shirt. You instantly comply, throwing it over your head and onto the floor. He goes back for your lips as you also tug on his shirt.
"Match?" You ask, giving him a small smile. He gladly follows through with your request, throwing his shirt toward yours. Your eyes wander down to his toned chest, scars and freckles decorating his body. You feel a fluttering sensation down there.
"Well if we're going to match you need that all off." He motions to the rest of your body, causing your to giggle and raise an eyebrow.
"You dont wear pants to bed, but a shirt?"
"Hey, my arms get cold. Allow me," He states going back in for a kiss. You immediately deepen it, allowing his tongue into your mouth to explore. All the while he waves his hand and your bra unclasps. Startled you pull away.
"Force?" You ask, tossing your bra away. He smiles, nodding, staring at you. He's never seen you like this, and boy was he going to enjoy and savor it. "Well, what else can you do?" He picks you up and slides you to be propped up where he once was, with the blanket still covering his lower half. He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts, but before he does any more, he looks up at you. This causes your to blush, appreciative of the asking for permission. The knot in your core only tightens, god he was hot. Nodding, he slips them down with ease, along with your underwear. He crawls up to your face, giving you more kisses. He starts to trail down your body, more moans and gasps leaving you as he goes over your bare body. Finally he reaches below your belly button. He places light kisses to your thighs as he opens your legs with his free hand. You're practically dripping with anticipation by this point. He continues to kiss you, going closer to your inner thighs and to your opening. Propping your legs open with his body and arm, he proceeds to trail more and more kisses closer and closer.
Your arms are clutching the sheets by your sides, the amount of pleasure awaiting you but just out of your reach. The amount of teasing is excruciating; you need him. You moan louder and louder the closer he gets to your clit. Then, he proceeds to rub his tongue around your clit in circles. Your breathing hitches and becomes irregular.
"Fuck-" You cry out, making Cal only want to do more things to you. You were already so wet that he easily slid a finger into you, causing you to moan. He pumps in and out of you, slowly, making sure to curl his fingers up into you. How he knew how to do this you'll never understand, but holy shit was he doing a good job. He slides in another finger, starting to pick up the pace. Your hips start to have a mind of their own, fighting against him to push him deeper.
"Tell me," he states, looking up at you. His chin is glistening with you, his eyes so dilated they were almost black. His mouth hung open slightly, totally getting off to pleasing you.
"Deeper," You whine, and he grants your wish. He pushes deeper into you, causing you to whine out in pleasure.
"Holy Shit, Cal," You cry out, breathing erratically. The knot in your core tightens more, needing to find a good time to release. He quickens the pace, leaning over you to bring your lips together. Oh yea, that did it. You feel yourself just let go and this amount of pleasure and warmth rushes over you. It's so much that you moan out more expletives and his name repeatedly. After your high, you just see him. You need more, and god did you want to get more.
"Fuck me," You command, and he obliges. Pulling you closer to him, he uncovers his member, resting it on your stomach as he gets situated. He pulls a pillow and rests it under your lower back to make sure you don't hurt yourself, and keeping your ankles over his shoulders. You couldn't look away from him. Even his dick was freckled, which was kinda cute, but all you cared about was him and the fact you needed him in you.
"Are you ready?" He asks, noticing he has his dick in hand, ready to line himself up.
"Fuck, please," You groan, already closing your eyes in anticipation. He slides in, both of you moaning in pleasure.
"Holy shit, (Y/N)," he breathes out, barely over a whisper. His head is tilted back, holding onto your ankles. Your hands are by your lower stomach, trying to feel him in you from the outside because holy shit was he filling you full. He slowly starts to pump in and out of you, fully in, and fully out. Every pump in, you moan in delight. Sweat rolls down the both of you as you fill the room with heat and the sounds of pleasure. He starts to go faster, holding onto your thighs to bring you even closer.
"Cal~" You moan, holding your hands to your mouth because you knew you were about to get pretty loud. Without much thought, he pulls out and flips you onto your stomach. You push up onto all fours as he makes his way between your legs, entering you once more. Your arms give out, pushing your face into a pillow. This was helpful for covering your moans, but Cal wanted to hear them as he railed you. Carefully, he commanded the force to pull you up, by the neck. At first, only gently to not hurt you but to get up. You clenched in pleasure, moaning even louder. So, he also tightened his grip. Damn, so this is what he could do. After a bit more relentless railing, you felt your core have that same tightening sensation.
"Cal, I'm gunna-" You moan as he quickens the pace, causing you to moan out.
"Me too, fuck." He whispers out, nearing his release. Hearing him cuss like that over you sends you over as you scream out in delight. You clench onto him and release, an explosion of pleasure ruptures over yourself. His force lets go of you, making your head topple into the pillows. He grabs your hips and pushes him all the way, releasing into you. It's such a warm sensation, filling you up to the brim.You both stay like that for a few moments, catching your breathes. He pulls out, his cum leaking out of you.
"Holy shit," You say in unison. Cal chuckles, reaching for his towel that is on a nearby chair.
"Here, to clean up." He throws the towel onto your exposed behind. You blush, cleaning up yourself as you sit up on the towel, just in case. You cover yourself with his blanket, a sudden chill running all over you. Cal slips his boxers on from a nearby dresser and sits down beside you.
"I never thought we'd do that," You state, leaning into him. He happily wraps his arms around you.
"I'm glad we did, because wow. Jedi's are really missing out." This causing a laugh to escape you, causing him to also chuckle. You start to stand, but Cal holds you down.
"Stay tonight?" He asks, motioning to the pillows. He smiles warmly, and how could you say no? You return the smile, shuffling yourselves under the blankets and heads on pillows. He lays on his back as you cuddle up onto his chest, wrapping your arm around his torso. His arm lounges behind and around your back, rubbing it up and down.
"Well, we can do that as much as you want," You giggle, cuddling into him more.
"I'd like that, but also the cute romantic stuff." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss your head.
"Maybe a date?"
"I like the sound of that, in the morning?"
"Oh, let's go to the bakery down the street, I heard the have wonderful food." You smile, your eyelids feeling heavy.
"It's a date, goodnight (Y/N)." Cal whispers, closing his eyes. You hum back, already falling asleep. The smile never leaves your faces, even as you dream of what the future could hold for you two.
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alexa-fika · 10 months ago
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Midnight Rascals (Sanji x child!reader)
A/N- Another one inspired by @me-writes-prompts, specifically from this post here, same as last time, I loosely based it on it as most of the prompt was change but it was still totally inspired by it. Who better to take this on than our Casanova chef?
Prompt: OTP comes home to their children playing with flour all over the floor and they can't help but coo at them, even though they'll have to clean the whole house twice.
Dividers by @/saradika
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Sanji had woken up, his keen senses alerted by the familiar sound of someone having sneaked into the kitchen; knowing the avaricious appetite of his captain and how dangerous it would be to let the man be the cook stormed into the kitchen,
“Luffy, I swear,” he growls, only to stop at the shear mess that now lay in his kitchen, the whole place covered in white, his head snapping to one of the counters where he heard movement from
“Luffy, you better pray to every deity out there because when im done with the crew will be having a full-course meal on your body!”
“What the hell did you do to my kitchen?!” Sanji’s fury grew as he noticed every piece of equipment was covered with the same dusty white substance. Storming towards the counter only to stop short as in front of him lay not his captain but his young sibling thrown on the floor, writing and drawing messily on what he now identified as flour
Sanji stared blankly for a second, trying to register what his eyes were seeing
“W-what are you doing?!” He finally found the capacity to talk, staring at his sibling with disbelief as they lay there with their tongue sticking out in a state of concentrated effort, writing indecipherable words.
Their sibling shrieked, taking one look at their brother and the shocked look plastered on their face and shooting up and trying to make a run for it
Sanji immediately ran forward to grab the child who was attempting to escape, trying to hold back his laughter, his hands surrounding the small frame
“Ah ah ah, where do you think you’re going? I think you have lots to explain,” he said, holding the small child up with a curly browed arched as he waited for an explanation
“Why is there flour all over my kitchen?”
“It just fell…”
“Oh? It just fell, did it?”His eyes quickly once again surveyed the scale of the disaster caused by a bag of flour ‘falling,’ and with his youngest sibling covered in flour, it was apparent who was the cause of this catastrophe
“Yeah!”
“Oh, you mean those random piles of flour all around the floor, and the fact that every single piece of equipment in the kitchen is covered in flour, and even you’re covered head to toe in flour, and that you were literally writing with flour on the kitchen floor…It just fell, is that right?”
“Yeah?” They replied, giggling nervously, a little bit more hesitant than their previous answer
“Oh, you think being cute and giggling will get you out of trouble?”
Sanji smirked at his little sibling
“I promise you that’s not going to work this time.”
“ I love you, brother Sanji!”
“Convenient you wanting to share that when you’re caught red-handed. Do you think saying that is going to get you out of trouble?”
“Yep”
“Have a little bit of shame to at least deny it,” he mutters as he rolls his eyes, putting the child on the ground
“Good try, go get a rag; you have lots to clean up.”
“Awww!”
“Don’t you ‘Aww’ me, Start brooming and dusting the place,” he said, amused at his sibling's antics.
“But I was practicing writing!”
“You were practicing writing on the kitchen floor? With flour? Are you a baker now? Get cleaning”
They pout, grabbing a small child-size broom and starting to sweep the mess they had created
“Put that lip back, you rascal. I raised you, and I know your tricks; they won’t work on me like they do the rest of the crew,” he said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, inhaling and exhaling a thin wisp of smoke
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What we thinking? I was working on another part for crocodile pigeon!reader among some other ideas but I had to get hall something wholesome and we haven’t heard of our resident cook in a while
Taglist:
@imaginarydreams
@amethystviolin
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chrysalis-the-butterfly · 2 months ago
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My Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss Shipping Tier List
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Hazbin Hotel Ships
Huskerdust - Angel Dust and Husk. My Hellaverse OTP! I've talked about them at length in my Huskerdust analysis post. Long story short: they're not perfect people, but they could be perfect for each other. They've both been through bad times and done bad things, but there's a chance they could change for the better now that they have each other. And that's why I love thinking about them together.
Chaggie - Charlie Morningstar and Vaggie. They're a sweet established couple, and it's cute to see how they'll take any opportunity to hold hands or hug or brush hair off each other's faces. Plus, I'm a sucker for pairings where one person is a grump and the other is a ray of sunshine.
Emilute - Lute and Emily. They're both angels, but very different in looks and personality. One is dark-skinned with pastel clothes and compassion for Sinners; the other is pale-skinned with black clothes and a dedication to eradicating Sinners. Emily would want to help Lute see the light, whereas Lute would try to make Emily cross over to the dark side... @carpp had made some great fanart of the two of them, which made me love the pairing!
Emilette - Emily and Velvette. I started shipping this thanks to @dallina17 and their posts on the pairing. I think it's interesting that Emily and Velvette both have musical moments where they stand up to authority figures (Sera in "You Didn't Know" and Carmilla in "Respectless", respectively), but go about it in different ways (appeals to morality vs. brash rudeness) and with different motives (concern for others vs. self-interest). That's got me thinking about what would happen if the two women ever met. Also, Black sapphic solidarity for the win!
MollyBomb - Molly and Cherri Bomb. I just think it would be funny if Angel's sister and Angel's best friend ended up dating. It's as simple as that!
CherriSnake - Cherri Bomb and Sir Pentious. Their shift from rivals to crushing on each other felt a bit rushed, but I'm intrigued to see where this relationship goes and what impact they might have on each other.
StaticNeedle - Niffty and Vox. I've talked a lot about my headcanon that Niffty and Vox were married in life. It stemmed from realising that they both died in the Fifties, and kind-of spiralled from there. It's probably the rarest rarepair I ship.
StaticMoth - Vox and Valentino. To be honest, I struggle to wholeheartedly ship Valentino with anyone, given his ... everything, but he and Vox would make a fascinating villain couple. One is camp and sexy and does whatever he wants, and the other is a sleek businessman who's obsessed with projecting the perfect image. Opposites attract, I guess?
Seramilla - Sera and Carmilla. Shoutout to @seramilla for getting me interested in this! I can definitely see the appeal of two mother figures on opposite sides of the afterlife finding common ground in their protective nature.
Zestmilla - Carmilla and Zestial. This ship is kind-of "meh" for me, but it is intriguing that Carmilla and Zestial seem so close with each other. I wonder how that happened?
Alzy (platonic) - Mimzy and Alastor. The way Alastor talks to and about Mimzy, and even the way he smiles around her, is different to how he acts around everyone else. The fact that they were friends in life and this friendship has carried over into death is really fascinating to me.
RadioRose (platonic) - Alastor and Rosie. I like how Rosie highlights a different side to Alastor compared to Mimzy, given that Rosie also seems to have a scheming nature. She's like a work buddy to Alastor, except they have a shared interest in eating people.
Lucilith - Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith. I'd like to find out more about their marriage and what caused it to fall apart.
Baximi - Crymini and Baxter. Neither have appeared in the show (yet), but a furry character and a fishy character falling in love has a cool star-crossed-lovers vibe to me.
Helluva Boss Ships
Owling at the Moon (platonic) - Loona and Octavia. Sarcastic Chorus made a really interesting video about how they differ and what they have in common. They're from opposite sides of the track, but both have daddy issues (to put it mildly), so they both could use a friend who understands.
Fizzmodeus - Fizzarolli and Asmodeus. I think the fact that I already love Roger and Jessica Rabbit made me more willing to accept another pairing with a clown and a sex symbol!
M&M - Moxxie Knolastname and Millie. I'm a sucker for married couples who don't completely hate each other.
Sallie Mayday - Verosika Mayday and Sallie May. One is a celebrity, the other is a country girl. It's another opposites-attract concept that I enjoy.
Marberry - Mrs Mayberry and Martha. This feels like "enemies to lovers" taken to the extreme, but hey, I'm here for it!
Stolitz - Blitzø and Stolas. I'm not sure how I feel about them as a couple, but I do enjoy reading and watching other people's analyses of the ship and of each person's shortcomings.
Colleenie - Collin and Keenie. They're both angelic sheep who seem like they're meant to be parallels to Moxxie and Millie, which intrigues me. If only Keenie treated Collin better...
Characters I Don't Really Ship with Anyone
Hazbin Hotel: Adam, St Peter, Odette Carmine, Clara Carmine, Arackniss, Travis, Katie Killjoy, Tom Trench, the Egg Boiz, Fat Nuggets, KeeKee, Razzle, Dazzle
Helluva Boss: Cletus, Deerie, Stella, Andrealphus, Paimon, Joe, Lin, Cash Buckzo, Barbie Wire, Mrs Knolastname, Crimson Knolastname, Striker, Chazwick Thurman, Beelzebub, Vortex, Mammon, Robo-Fizz, Glitz, Glam, Arick "Burnie" Burnz, Wally Wackford, Loopty Goopty, Lyle Lipton, Agent Two, Agent One, Ralphie, Counselor Jimmy
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bunnyswritings · 2 years ago
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Protective prompts where Person A is protective of person B ahhh plssss <33
Of course!! I hope you like these, let me know what you think!!
Some otp prompts where one is protective over the other
Scenarios
A tugging on B's hand and switching places when walking down the sidewalk because they don't want B walking next to the busy traffic.
A standing guard outside B's office as they take a short nap during lunch break so as to make sure nobody interrupts B's much needed rest.
A not letting B do any household chores after they find out that they're expecting. In fact, A doesn't let B lift a finger around the house nor at work, revealing A's lesser known domesticated side.
A giving B a lift home after their date, and insisting on walking B right to their doorstep before leaving.
^ with A tightly hugging B goodbye, not wanting to let go until B reminds them that they have an early morning at work the next day.
A reminding the waiter a second (or third) time of B's food allergies at a group gathering, and A getting teased by their friends for being over-protective and smitten with B.
A and B are out on a date, only to run into B's toxic ex. A immediately holds B's hand under the table, and whispers a quick 'I'm here, I love you' into their ear just because they know it'll reassure them.
A holding B's hand while sleeping after B had gotten physically hurt just so that they will be woken up if B tries to get out of bed or needs to get something.
Dialogue
"Get behind me, A, right now—" "No, b... but—" "Please, I can't afford to lose you,"
"I'll be right here whether you need me or not, I'm not going anywhere without you again,"
"What do you mean by why I got into a fight with them?" "I can take care of myself, you know—" "Yes, and so what? That doesn't change the fact that I promised myself I'd protect you no matter what,"
"What did you just say?" "B, please, not now..." "No, I'm not letting anyone walk over you like that. A is the most beautiful, intelligent and kind person I've met in my entire life, and I definitely am not the only one who thinks that way,"
"You have me now, A. I'm sorry that I wasn't before... but I'm here now. You have me now, and forever,"
"Why did you do that, A? Now you're hurt because of me," "There's no why," A sighs, wincing as B cleans their wound, "when it comes to you, there's no why, A. I'd do it again in a heartbeat,"
"Promise me you'll call?" "Of course," "Even three seconds is enough... I'll just need to know that you're okay—" "And I will be okay, because I know you'll be rooting for me no matter what,"
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tennessoui · 2 months ago
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Oooh for the OTP questions, number 57 with the ‘you be the tightrope’ Obikin???
hello!!! thank you <3
[from this OTP list of questions]
57. Who's the serious one when grocery shopping and who likes to toss random items into the cart?
ooo in "you be the tightrope, i'll be the safety net" (a/b/o dynamics), anakin is such an unserious grocery shopper that when they were at college, obi-wan restricted them both to one basket (which anakin was instructed to carry) and when that didn't stop anakin's inclination to add random things and sweet treats and cans of chickpeas to their grocery list, obi-wan threatened him separate baskets which only worked because anakin developed a keen hatred for having anything of his separated from anything of obi-wan's if unnecessary. now when they go grocery shopping, obi-wan makes anakin steer the cart and holds onto one of his hands so that he's completely occupied and focused on the mission (the grocery list)
this is all very ironic because anakin is actually the more thrifty of the two of them while obi-wan is prone to court indulgences despite the ticket price. it's just whenever his husband is concerned, anakin tends to lose his head a little bit.
the only exception to this dynamic is well documented (by anakin) and found extremely shameful (by obi-wan): obi-wan tends to add entirely random things to the cart in the week or so preceding his heat
"I know what you're doing," Obi-Wan mutters as he watches Anakin pull a grocery cart out from the bay and turn it towards the store. "And it's stupid. And frankly offensive."
"I'm taking my mate grocery shopping," Anakin replies easily, lifting one of his hands from the cart's bar and wrapping his arm around his omega's waist. "I don't know what's offensive about that, unless you have something against--" he glances down at their written list, "honeycrisp apples and penne pasta?"
Obi-Wan scowls but allows himself to be pulled closer under Anakin's arm. Either he thinks Anakin is liable to throw a fit in the store should he step away, or his own bitchy attitude is more theatric than he's pretending. Probably, knowing him, it's a mix of both.
"You think my heat's approaching," he hisses as they stroll past the herbs and fresh vegetables.
Anakin hums, making a very big point of examining the selection of apples in front of him. "I do," he tells Obi-Wan, also in an undertone because he's not an idiot. "I don't know what that has to do with the grocery store though, baby."
Obi-Wan's cheeks flush a dull red. Anakin's familiar enough with all of his blushes to know this one is from anger, not sweetness.
"You're trying to prove your silly little point," Obi-Wan snaps, lips pulling back from his teeth, and Anakin loves him so much he wants to kiss him by the produce, even when he's all spitting mad and indignant, feathers ruffled and pride wounded. "That I tend to...hoard. Before my heat."
Anakin just stops himself from rolling his eyes. His omega is so stubborn and beautiful and blind to his own instincts half the time. Anakin's been in love with him since he was a kid, since before they even presented. He knows better than anyone else--even Obi-Wan, apparently--how he gets in the week before his heat hits. Ever since they were in high school, Anakin's known to present the omega with a sweet treat or two--or five--as soon as he smells his scent begin to change.
He's given him loose-leaf tea, fresh baked bread, thermoses full of soup in the winter months. Obi-Wan has always accepted all of it, had been known to snoop through Anakin's cupboards in college if he were staying over and hadn't been presented with enough food.
Anakin doesn't think he eats most of it. He just likes to have it around. Near. And so Anakin likes to provide it for him, because he'd give Obi-Wan anything he wanted or needed in the entire world. He'd give him anything he so much as looked at twice.
Which is why grocery shopping the week before Obi-Wan's heat hits has become one of Anakin's favorite activities. For this one brief period of time, Obi-Wan is disinclined to reject Anakin doting on him.
Even if he won't admit it.
"Which is not true," Obi-Wan is saying mulishly as Anakin lets go of the cart's handle to select three of the apples.
"Hm," he says with a very small smile.
"What."
Anakin tucks the apples into the cart and then glances at Obi-Wan, leaning over to kiss him on the temple. Again, Obi-Wan lets him.
Anakin loves the week before his mate goes into heat almost as much as he loves the few days of his actual heat.
"It's just, you know. You've put in the cart half a cherry pie, a carton of blueberries, caramel dip, and two packets of pistachios since we arrived, baby." He pauses, blinks, and then makes a show of checking the shopping list even though he knows he risks exile to the living room couch for the night. "And none of that is on our list."
Obi-Wan scowls, and his cheeks redden further. He doesn't make a move to put any of it back though, which is good as Anakin would hate to have to sneak back here a few hours from now just to purchase all of his omega's food cravings in secret.
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thoughts on episode 2 (SPOILERS)
Oh don’t  tell me we get Sylki this episode 
OH MY GOD THEYRE WEARING TUXEDOS
MARRIED COUPLE LOKIUS
oh god no not Brad 
HA LOKI SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF HIM
Mobius you’re such a dummie
B15 MY BELOVED
OHOHO GET FUCKED BRAD
Mobius is gay panicking
BRAD WHAT KIND OF RUN IS THAT
OHOHO MAGIC
WHERE DID YA COME FROM WHERE DID YA GO WHERE DID YA COME FROM COTTON EYE LO
MOBIUS IS GAY PANICKINGGGGGG
*sings along to the theme song*
Ohhh b15 you’re lookin fine
There’s a jail in the TVA??? I forgot about that
bring it to my son
OUROBOROS WHERE ARE YOU
SON
Aww he talks to himself that’s cute
So smart
He’s gonna get so fed up with people bringing shit to him when he wrote a whole book about it
Sweet Casey
Married couple Lokius building their IKEA bed
CASEY READ THE GUIDEBOOK! WE STAN A GREAT BOI
I’m going to fight Brad
Brad is so right about Lokis character but damn Mobius going to defend him is kinda gay
Why do I feel like Brad is talking directly to me when he’s talking to-
DONT TALK ABOUT FRIGGA I WILL MURDER YOU BRAD
The sass on lokis tone I’m going to cry
Mobius reign in your boyfriend
Loki is scaring me actually
That sounded kinda sexual Loki my man
YOURE RIGHT BRAD
THERAPY
MOBIUS’S PET?
Yeah Mobius who were you
Oh jeez
Mobius is about to flip out
HE FLIPPED
Loki caring for his husband <3
Following each other <3
KISS NOW
THE PIE SCENE
Awe Loki with his little legs crossed he’s so adorable around Mobius
Yeah you lost it baby
Comfort your husband Loki
WASNT TACTICAL??? BABE YOU ATTACKED NYC
Talk about your feelings Mobius
Why would you thank him for kidnapping you Mobius?
Felt that about bad and good lemme tell ya
Would you quit it about Sylvie
OUROBOROS!!!!
Don’t get hurt baby I’ll cry
Uh oh
UH OH
BRAD????
Is he dead?
Aww man he’s alive
Round two of what babe
NEED ANOTHER SESSION???
HARDBALL TACTICS?!!!??!
WHAT ARE THESE WORDS YOURE SAYING
Big machine
He’ll torture you babe
Remembering things for their husband this is cute
Uh oh Loki what are you doing
LOKI STOP IT
LOKI 
stop asking about Sylvie for the love of god
ENJOY YOURSELF?!
Mobius you’re so sweet
YEAH BRAD DONT BRING UP A VILLAIN’S MOTHER
Kill him hon maybe we won’t have to deal with his dumb ass
Terrible awful things 
He’s lost his shit I love it 
Loki please this is going too far
Okay nice we made Brad suffer and Loki is being everything Mobius could want in a boyfriend
Mobius was in on it?!
OB WHAT DO YOU MEAN WERE GONNA DIE
*gasp* OUROBOROS AND CASEY MY NEW OTP
HES FANBOYING
AWWWW BABIES 
oh no world is dead
*sings McDonald’s jingle*
Where’s my wife
Awww she’s so proactive I love her so much
NO NO NO NOT SYLKI PLEASE NOT SYLKI
One Unhappy meal please
Talk less Loki 
Can Sylvie drive
CORRECT OMG MY WIFE
THIS IS MY BELOVED 
Leave her alone Loki please
Advertisement 
OH MY GOD MOBIUS IS ON SOME SYLKI HATE
“It’s cinema thank you very much”
Murder
QUICK CHANGE WITH SYLVIE
THEYRE KILLING RVERYTHING
IHOHO MURDER
COMPROMISED OF CIURSE BABY
OH NO
call your boyfriend Casey
Don’t hold hands
NO
uh oh
Bye bye Sylvie :)
Oh she’s back
What are we looking at
Oh no…
Those are people!
Uh oh Sylvie’s angry
I might as well just make a harem of marvel women I want to wife me up 
Don’t pull that Sylki bullshit on me
Mobius is sad Loki go comfort him
At least Sylvie had her life
Does she have a friend?
What’s going on between those two?!
I’m so confused
Post credits???
Why not?
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moonlight-tmd · 6 months ago
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Hi! I just want to say that your headcanon and aus are so cool! I love reading every one of them! I'm really glad i saw your blog, because my favorite character is bumblebee and blitzbee is one of my otp.
The idea that bee is more than what his team think he is really excites me (like your celestial, electro, spark-eater, and warframe bumblebee aus), because i can read bee being a badass or have some hidden trauma.
I do wonder if electro bee have any side effect with his power?
I hope you are doing well! :)
Thank you so much!
I do enjoy giving Bee more than they expect him to handle- which he handles just fine in secret. The thrill of hidden danger is too good. And yes, angst is the best.
As for electro Bee- as I mentioned in earlier posts about it, he gets his power via EM field or touch, that's why he likes being in the city- it makes him more energetic than if he was in the forest.
He can drain of electric energy anything that has it- machinery and mechs alike. He wasn't aware he was doing it until Ratchet pointed it out to him after her handed him a tool with full battery and it shortly died after Bee gave it back. Guess that's why mechs always seemed tired when he hung around for too long.
He also gets hyper during thunderstorms. You can't get him to sit still at all.
For the "bad side effects"- before he had his stingers he was struggling to keep his ability under control- he still does sometimes, if he's holding in too much emotion his static charge will rise and make electric arches across his frame and to nearby things that conduct electricity. He accidentally zapped his teammates few times when they were arguing, they try to do less yelling and more reasoning in behavior so Bee won't get too mad and get the point across.
Since Bee's circuitry is fucked enough to not make him take shock damage I imagine he wouldn't notice if he has high static charge, he's just go about his business and it often ends up in his frying something/someone's circuit if it/they are too close. Ratchet has started checking his EM field everytime Bee comes back from somewhere so they won't get hurt nor something gets broken.
A funny one- Bee is essentially a walking battery. He has a lot of energy stored for such small size, if need be his teammates will sit him down plug those weird car battery clippers to his horns and make him the backup power supply for the plant. He often just plays games on his pocket console while sitting near the braker box all upset, Optimus always gives him baked sweets to make up for these situations.
That's all I can come up with for now, thank you for the ask! And ye, I'm a lil iffy from all the shit blooming rn but I'll be fine! Have a good one yourself!
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becauseitsyouandi · 3 months ago
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my personal jalex fic recs because fawk, jalex maaaaan
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Because you can never get enough jalex <3
♡ 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕚𝕔𝕤 ♡
OTP by Save vs. Magic ✿ Season 3 ✿ COMPLETE ❀ 'With 'Charmed and Dangerous' set to become a movie, Alex is shocked to discover the books based on her life are wildly popular. Even more shocking is what some fans are reading between the lines. And most disturbing of all? Justin might be one!' ✿ OMG. I love meta and I love Jalex, but more importantly I love realistically written Jalex where they don't want to jump each others bones as soon as the fic starts, so this is my #1 recommendation in a multi-chaptered fic if you think to yourself, wait, how in the F do they even start to realize they like-like (lol) each other anyways? Soo well-written, Save vs. Magic is a stellar author who has wrote plenty of gems for the jalex comm <3 After you read OTP, I recommend reading the Easter special for OTP A Handshake With God. So funny and a cute taste of Jalex's after.
Reflection by TheWolfHourx, TwistedWizards ✿ Post Season-4 ✿ IN PROGRESS ❀ Woooo boy, what to say about this one--- it's sexy, incredible sexy. Risque and full of tension, Alex is stuck in the You-niverse with daaark, eeeeevil Justin, who wants to make her his. She is living my dream! It is unfinished, and I want to give a disclaimer that it ends before they do the deed, so if you're okay with mild blue-balling, this is an awesome read that's not juuust smutty goodness yum, but has well written Jalex that makes you root for our main couple (and sexy evil Justin is there, did I mention sexy evil Justin?)
'More Transparent Than Water And Thicker Than Blood' Series by pandorium ✿ Season 3 to Post-Series ✿ COMPLETE ✿ Ooooooof. Talk about an emotional rollercoaster ride, my heart! Sweetness, and heartbreak, and then sweetness. A series of one shots span from post-movie codependency to Jalex as adults. Don't worry-- a happily ever after awaits with this one, even if the journey to get there for our two siblings is a bit long.
Something like Forever by someryn ✿ Post-Movie ✿ COMPLETE ✿ Two-part series that has Justin's POV Leave The Ashes, it's a look at how Justin and Alex cope, well fail to cope with the traumatic events of the movie. Alex struggles to communicate her emotions in Alex fashion, Justin is her steadfast brother who looks at her for just a bit too long, and there is sweetness and the perfect amount of spice added in (just a pinch). Delicious Jalex awaits with this fic <3
Truth Spell by saveyou ✿ Post-Movie ✿ IN PROGRESS ✿ This is an AU where Justin runs away from home post-movie--and only Alex knows why. It's an interesting set up, but last update was in 2010 and it ends off sorely unfinished. But it is a nice read and I enjoy how Alex and Justin are written.
˚ʚ ♡ 𝕠𝕟𝕖-𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤 ♡ ɞ˚
Holding Back the Night by Nerissa ✿ Post-Movie ✿ More like hold back my tears when mentioning this fic! This is my #1 Jalex fic recommendation-- it holds such a special place because it fueled my Jalex obsession to unstoppable levels. The ultimate codependency trope fic for Jalex in my opinion. The conversations in this fic are so so cute, tender and emotional. This is the hot-chocolate-your-grandma-gives-you of a Jalex fic. Lemme re-read this fic now <3
so what if you catch me, where would we land by ladytahiri ✿ Child to Adult Jalex ✿ 'Justin and Alex's lives unfold like a butterfly in reverse' ✿ Starts off on an amazing hook with Theresa catching Justin and Alex in a compromising position, and traces back through the blossoming of Justin/Alex's relationship, to when they were just children. Mwah mwah a billion chef kisses!
reach out and touch someone by omens ✿ Season 4 ✿ “Careful, Justin; that almost sounds like ‘what are you wearing territory?’ there.” ✿ AKA Justin and Alex are horny teenagers, Justin is away at college, and late-night husky phone convos ensue. Sign me tf up!
Hands That Touch The Wrong Things by TheWolfHourx ✿ Season 3 ✿ 'This obsession. This painting. Something about this screams at her louder than all her other paintings. Something inside her rips and roars and howls.' ✿ Angst and pain in Alex's POV as she grapples with her feelings post-Puerto Rico. She uses painting as an outlet for her desires she can't express.
Louder than sirens by popsongnation ✿ Post-Movie ✿ 'The feeling stays with her as time goes on, the need to touch him as often as possible. She knows he feels it too.' ✿ Uuuugh author why must you slay me! Codependency trope done so so well it hurts! Secret handholding and rapidly tangled feelings, my heart squeezes in pain for our two sweethearts.
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An Idiot's Guide to Free Cake
I wrote a Klance fic a few months ago based off a Tumblr prompt by alrightevans, "I just saw a thing on fb like ‘does somebody wanna be fake engaged to me for like 2 hours to try free wedding cake samples’ and I'm just…………………imagine ur otp". It's my first time posting on here so hopefully this goes smoothly lol. It's also lightly inspired by a story a friend once told me of how she faked an engagement for free cake at a restaurant lol. I had a lot of fun writing this and I just figured I'd share it here as well! If you'd rather read on AO3 (https://archiveofourown.org/works/56362210) Thanks for reading! _____________________________________________ Keith slid into the slightly sticky booth seat, already regretting the decision to come.
Well. He wouldn’t call it a decision. That would involve options. Non-coerced options that didn’t involve threats and blackmail.
Keith buried his face in his hands, taking a deep, steadying breath. It’s just one dinner. All he has to do is grit his teeth, order his food, avoid eye contact, and dip once an appropriate amount of time has passed. He can do this. He has to do this.
His dignity is at stake, after all.
Distracted by his internal pep-talk, Keith didn’t hear Lance approach until he was crashing into the booth across from him with a loud huff. Keith dragged his head up to glare at the man.
Lance, late as always - though this time thankfully so - seemed unbothered by Keith’s glare. He flashed a smile at the hostess who showed him to the table and thanked her warmly enough Keith noticed the beginnings of a blush bloom on her cheeks. Even after the hostess scurried off, Lance still didn’t turn to look at Keith.
So this is how he wants to play, huh? Even though Keith planned on using this exact tactic, it annoyed him that Lance had started before he could. He got here first. It should be him starting the averted glares and pointed silence.
Keith mentally kicked himself. He was being childish. Lance tended to bring that out in Keith; a side of Keith that even he didn’t know he was capable of until Lance came into the picture. Lance just had a way of getting under Keith’s skin. He knew all the ways to make Keith tick. It would be humiliating if Keith wasn’t able to do the same to Lance. Though, unfortunately, that’s precisely why they’re in the predicament that they’re in.
Keith lifted his chin defiantly, refusing to utter a word to Lance. Not even a sign of acknowledgment. Lance came late so he should say something first. Instead, Keith busied himself with the menu, scanning the options.
Fuck this place was expensive. $25 for a plate of pasta. For most places Keith goes to, $25 can cover the meal, drink, and tip. Why they couldn’t just meet at a college town restaurant was beyond him. Lance just had to pick this place. Keith rolled his eyes in annoyance before scanning the rest of the menu for something somewhat reasonable. He found a burger, with fries (truly a surprise), for a little over $18. It was still going to be a pricey meal, but at least it wasn’t $25 for pasta.
Across from him, Lance picked up his menu and scanned over the selections. Softly, almost too quiet to make out over the din of the people around them, Keith could have sworn he heard Lance say, “Jesus.” Lance’s teeth tugged at his bottom lip, chewing absently as his brows pinched together in time with his eyes dropping lower and lower down the menu. Keith gritted his teeth.
If you’re so shocked by the menu, why did you pick this place? He wanted to snap. But he’d already sworn to himself he wouldn’t say anything first and he’ll be damned if he breaks so soon. Keith looked around the cozy, intimate restaurant. They were seated in a cramped booth against a dividing wall that split up the main dining area. The kind of booth that encouraged closeness and murmured conversations. It seemed like a place that preferred you to lean in close, maybe hold hands, and share stories or inside jokes with one another. A small oasis in a crowded restaurant. Keith found himself leaning back against his seat, chasing away the idea.
The lighting in the room was soft, almost annoyingly too buttery yellow for comfort, which made Keith rub his eyes in agitation. Waiters bustled around, bright smiles plastered on their faces. Some walked from table to table, their sole purpose being to offer wine and top-off drinks. This was definitely not the kind of place Keith often found himself in.
He thought about his past few meals - whatever concoction he could create to fill his stomach while not draining his wallet. Until recently, he’d been coasting off a diet of cereal and ramen. But he was sick of ramen and he was beginning to think he might be lactose intolerant. He’s not proud of it, but recently Keith succumbed to mixing store-bought queso, chicken nuggets, rice, and hot sauce and using it as a dip for his chips. It tasted better than it should have.
So while Keith was not looking forward to the price of this meal, and was most definitely not looking forward to spending it with Lance, he was, at the very least, fucking thankful to be eating something other than the remnants of his fridge.
A waiter coasted up to their table, high ponytail swinging even after she came to a stop. “Hello and welcome! My name is Addison and I’ll be taking care of you two this evening.” Her voice was bubbly and sweet. Lance glanced up from his menu, startled by her sudden appearance.
He recovered quickly, a smooth grin unfurling across his lips as he returned her smile. 
“Good evening Addison,” he replied, voice gentle and welcoming. It wasn’t flirtatious, as Lance often is with others, but Addison still seemed a bit flustered. Keith wanted to kick Lance in the shin but he held himself back. He wasn’t technically doing anything wrong.
“Right, erm…” Addison trailed off for a second, seemingly losing her place in her routine. “Can I get you guys started with any drinks?”
“Just a water for me,” Keith told her. No need to spend almost five dollars for a glass of soda that was mostly just ice. Addison gave a quick nod before turning back to Lance.
“I’ll take the summer peach tea,” Lance told her. Of course he would get something like that. Never mind that Keith didn’t know what options there were to begin with, having deliberately chosen to avoid them on the menu. But he wasn’t shocked. It was an entirely Lance-like drink. Sweet, fruity, and overly indulgent.
“Oh, that’s a good one. I get that all the time,” Addison said, sounding a bit too sincere to be genuine. Keith wondered how often she even ate at the restaurant. If it were him, he wouldn’t dare eat where he worked. Just being there for work was exhausting enough. It would suck to come in when he wasn’t even scheduled. “Would you guys like any appetizers to start with? Or are you ready to order?”
Lance shot Keith a wide-eyed look, the kind that would be comical if Keith wasn’t already so annoyed with him. Part of Keith wanted to say, “Why yes, we are actually.” just to watch Lance scramble to find something. But that would be a little too dickish.
“I still need a minute,” Lance admitted, sheepish.
“Oh absolutely, no worries,” Addison reassured him. “I’ll be right back with those drinks.” She zipped away, disappearing almost as fast as she came. Keith sighed, sinking back into his seat as the silence settled over them, creating their own shitty little bubble of discomfort.
Lance’s face was pinched, brows puckered and his lips scrunched in his thinking expression. Keith watched as he began to tap absentmindedly on his chin with a long, slender index finger. Finally, Lance puffed out a sigh, seemingly coming to a decision. He placed the menu on the table and glanced up, jumping when his eyes met Keith’s.
Keith’s own eyes widened, startled by the sudden eye contact. Quickly he dropped his gaze to his hands, fingers curled into a tangle in his lap. He heard Lance clear his throat and wondered if Lance would be the first to break their standoff.
But whatever Lance was about to say was interrupted by Addison’s sudden return. Lance thanked her warmly, not the least bit annoyed by the interruption, while she cheerily deposited their drinks onto the table. Keith felt a surge of gratitude to the server, thankful to prolong the inevitable for a few moments longer.
“So, are we ready to order yet?” She asked cautiously. Keith glanced up, casting his gaze from Addison, to Lance, and back to Addison.
“Um, I am…if you are,” he mumbled, looking back at Lance again. Lance nodded, shooting one last look at the menu. Taking the chance, Keith gave his order to Addison. “I’ll take the classic cheeseburger. No tomatoes on it, please.” Addison’s head bobbed as she jotted down the order.
“No tomato, got it. Everything else on there okay?” Keith nodded. “And are the fries okay as your side?” He nodded again. She smiled and took his menu from him. “You got it then. And for you, sir?”
Lance glanced up again, the usual smile unfurling once more. “My turn already?” He let out a small chuckle. “There’s so much to pick from, it’s hard to settle on just one thing.” Addison laughed.
“Oh, I know. The menu changes every season, so there's always something new.”
“Does it really?” Lance asked, genuine curiosity in his tone. “That sounds awesome. Makes you want to come back to try it all." Keith wanted to roll his eyes. Lance seemed to make it his goal in life to be liked by everyone. "But for today," Lance continued, his face briefly scrunching up before finally deciding. "I think I’ll settle for the shrimp ravioli.”
“Excellent choice,” Addison said as she scribbled on her pad. “I haven’t personally had that one before - shellfish allergy - but I hear customers raving about it all the time. I’ll go put these in for you.” She swept away again, her ponytail swinging like a pendulum behind her.
“I like her,” Lance mused. Keith shot him a look, eyebrow rising in a silent question. “She seems nice,” he added without looking at Keith. Whether he was talking to himself or he noticed Keith’s gaze was unclear. Instead, Lance unraveled a straw from the plastic casing and plunked it into his drink. Keith squinted at the concoction. Tea was settled at the bottom, mixing with what Keith assumed was lemonade on top, with chunks of peach floating alongside ice cubes. He wondered if that was any good. And how well that would go with shrimp.
Just the thought of that made his nose wrinkle. He wasn’t a big fan of seafood and the idea of eating shrimp and washing it down with a peach-flavored Arnold Palmer sounded awful.
“Is that any good?” He finally asked, caving. He wasn’t technically losing his one-sided cold war, Lance had spoken first after all. Whether it was just to himself or to Keith didn’t matter.
At least, that's what Keith told himself.
Lance’s gaze flittered up, eyes wide like he was surprised to hear Keith speaking to him. He blinked, slowly, before considering. “It’s pretty good,” he admitted. “But I am regretting it, now that I’ve ordered.” It seemed Lance had come to the same conclusion that Keith had. Peach tea and shrimp ravioli probably weren’t a match made in culinary heaven.
“Can’t see why you’d think that,” Keith said, his tone dry and words a little more sarcastic than he’d meant for it to come off as. Lance bristled slightly, his eyes narrowing as if he was readying for a fight. Keith winced. “Sorry,” he muttered. This was supposed to be a peace negotiation. He wasn’t here to make things worse.
A few days prior, Lance and Keith had gotten into another argument. Keith couldn’t even remember what it was about; their bickering had been the background to so many hangouts that their friends finally sat them down for an intervention. Shiro and Allura led the intervention while Hunk played mediator for Lance and Keith. Pidge was just there for the chaos.
Regardless, the issues between Keith and Lance were getting too big to overlook and their friends were tired of it. Keith hadn’t realized how bad it’d gotten until Allura firmly stated that until they got their act together, neither would be invited to any gatherings in their friend group.
Keith could tell that the command sat heavily on Lance. When Allura announced the plan for Lance and Keith to go out to dinner and play nice…Keith contemplated throwing the whole friend group away. But he couldn’t do that to them. He cared about his friends more than he was willing to admit out loud and would be lying if he said he didn’t find the time they spent together enjoyable. Lance included. It was the first time Keith had ever been part of a friend group and it felt good. He liked spending time with them, going bowling, studying in the library, and doing other silly shenanigans around campus. 
…Not to mention, Keith wasn’t so sure he could replace them if he did throw them away. He wasn’t exactly approachable the way Lance was.
“Whatever,” Lance sighed, leaning his cheek against his palm, giving him an almost pouty look. “So…” he started, looking like he was, for once, at a loss for words. “You’re into places like this, huh?” Keith frowned.
“Why would…” he trailed off, shaking his head. “Wasn’t this your pick, Lance?” Lance snorted a laugh.
“God no. If it were up to me, dinner would be Taco Bell and we’d have gone through the drive-thru.” A laugh burst out of Keith before he could press his lips together to suffocate the sound. In a half-hearted attempt to smother the sound, he faked a cough, covering his mouth with his hand to hide the smile spreading across his lips.
“How romantic,” Keith replied dryly. Lance shot him an over-dramatic wink which earned him another laugh from Keith.
“Romantic indeed though,” Lance mused, eyes roaming the dining area. “I didn’t even know a place like this existed in this town.” Lance turned back to Keith, brows furrowed in confusion. “But wait…if you didn’t pick this place-”
“Absolutely not,” Keith cut in.
“And I definitely wouldn’t choose such a place…” he cocked his head just slightly, the move reminding Keith of a confused puppy. “Who the hell did?”
Keith lifted one shoulder, trying to banish the thought from his mind. “If I had to guess, probably Allura. Seems like the kind of place she would have been to at least once.” Lance hummed softly in agreement. “Though if I’m being honest,” Keith bit back a sigh. “It was also very likely…”
“Pidge,” they said in unison. They stared at each other, wide-eyed, before sharing a small laugh. 
What the hell is going on here? Keith thought to himself. This was probably the most he’d ever enjoyed himself in Lance’s company. Keith never thought there would be a day that he'd genuinely laugh with Lance instead of at him.
“Yeah, I can see that one for sure,” Lance agreed, rubbing a hand down his face. “That gremlin would definitely have chosen the most awkward place possible for us to meet.”
“Awkward? What would make you think that?” Keith said, his tone on the verge of teasing. Lance stared at him, a flustered look on his face. He thought Keith was being serious. 
Keith grinned, pressing on. “I mean, we’re just two dudes, sitting in a small, intimate restaurant with mood lighting and music, on a Friday night at six pm. Entirely normal.” Somewhere between “two dudes” and “mood lighting” Lance caught on to the fact that Keith was joking and had smothered another laugh into his hands. His head was tilted down, making it hard for Keith to see Lance’s expression, but he felt a small flutter in his stomach. He was so used to getting on Lance’s nerves, and vice versa, that it was a bit odd to be making Lance laugh. It was weird to be laughing all. This was not on Keith's Intervention Dinner bingo card.
After a moment, the laughter subsided and the two lapsed into a comfortable silence. Neither said anything for a few minutes. Keith wondered if he should say something, but Lance beat him to it. “You know, it’s a shame we’re sworn enemies.”
Keith blinked. Once. Twice. “What?” Of all the things Lance could have said, “sworn enemies” wasn’t even in consideration. Where had Lance gotten that idea from?
It seemed even Lance was starting to feel self-conscious about his statement. His cheeks flushed a faint pink, but he carried on regardless. “You know, academic rivals—sworn enemies. Destined to never be friends. That sort of stuff.” Keith considered what Lance had just said.
“I don’t get it.” He said finally, voice flat with confusion. He squinted at Lance. “When were we ever academic rivals?? Lance, we aren’t even in the same major.” The pink in Lance’s cheeks reddened.
“Before college,” he muttered. “Back at the Garrison.” Keith’s memories of the Garrison were foggy. Not due to time, but to a lack of desire to dwell on those days. Dropping out of the Garrison was the best thing he’d ever done. He’d very nearly foregone schooling altogether. It was only due to Shiro pushing him to get his GED and then eventually look into colleges that Keith even made it to where he is today.
“Still not sure what you mean,” Keith admitted. Lance looked appalled. No. Not appalled. He looked outraged.
“What?” He snapped, his voice spiking for a brief moment. Keith shot a nervous look around the room. “What do you mean? How could you not know what I’m talking about?” Keith opened his mouth to say something but wasn’t sure what would be best in this situation. He snapped his jaw shut, hissing a breath out between his clenched teeth. There he was. This was the real Lance. Loud, dramatic, and with a chip on his shoulder about god knows what. Keith felt his irritation begin to rise. 
“Well you see Lance,” Keith said with forced patience. “When someone says, ‘I don’t know’, it typically means that they don’t know.” He shot Lance a glare, surprised to see the ferocity in Lance’s eyes as he glared right back at Keith. 
“I spent every day at the Garrison being compared to you,” Lance snapped, jabbing a finger at Keith. He was doing his best to keep his voice low but Keith could tell that others were starting to look at them. Keith couldn’t find the will to care about that though.
“To me?” He asked, incredulously. “Don’t be ridiculous. Why would you get compared to me?” Keith wasn’t positive, but he was almost certain they rarely crossed paths at the Garrison. When he’d met Lance during welcome week two years ago, both newly minted college freshmen, he’d been surprised to hear that Lance had already known him. Since Keith was notoriously bad at remembering faces, he’d just brushed it off. Now he was starting to wonder if that’d been a mistake.
“Because,” Lance hissed. “No matter what I did, no matter how good I was, I could never beat you. Even if I did, technically, surpass you in terms of grades, there was always something or another that you still managed to do better. And everyone talked about that. If I was second place, you were first. It didn't matter if you'd already left. I was constantly chasing after your stupid shadow. It wasn’t just teachers comparing us, our peers compared us too.” He slumped back in his seat, his back thumping hard against the booth seat. He looked utterly defeated, the anger draining out of him. Keith felt a small stab of guilt looking at him.
“I didn’t know that,” Keith admitted, a little embarrassed. He had felt like he’d been drowning during his time at the Garrison. It was strange to hear someone else reflect on it like he’d been some scholar student.
Not some fuck up that dropped out in a fit of rage.
Keith leaned back in the booth, unsure of what to say. He glanced across the table at Lance who looked too immersed in his bitter memories to notice. Keith wondered what he would have been like if he hadn’t dropped out. What Lance would have been like. Their relationship certainly wouldn’t have been any better. The chip on Lance’s shoulder was far too great to overlook and Keith had been too eager to jump into every fight that came across his path at the time. It was probably good that they didn't encounter each other back then.
Not that much has changed in him, it seems. Considering the way he and Lance still bicker and argue even though Keith isn’t always sure why. Sometimes it was the way Lance looked at him. Or the way he seemed to imply certain things. Other times it was just his obnoxiously loud nature. How he seemed too carefree in a crowd. Too at ease no matter where he went, even when he got swarmed by others. Like honey to a sea of flies.
Keith hadn’t wanted to be another drop in the swirling mass. But there were times he craved it. And maybe that too was why he started being nasty back at Lance.
Sunny, golden boy Lance. Always eager to please. He was a friend to anyone and everyone, and despite how he seemed, intelligent as hell. Looking at Lance made Keith feel like he was looking at a bitter reflection of himself. Of who Keith should have been. Smart, determined, charismatic, and a bit more (okay, a lot more) outgoing. Even though Keith knew if he had stayed, things would have only gotten worse, there were times when he looked at Lance and felt that bitter surge of jealousy. And like a little kid who felt inferior, he wanted to knock Lance down a peg sometimes.
Keith bit back a laugh at the stupidity of it all. Was this seriously worth all the fighting? Was it worth nearly splitting up a friend group because of some shitty emotional baggage?
“I just…” Lance started to say. Keith watched Lance swallow, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stalled on the words. “I just don’t know why you left.”
Keith winced. He wasn’t expecting that conversation. He had half expected one of their friends to have spilled the story to Lance. Allura, Pidge, and Shiro all knew the story. He wasn’t sure about Hunk. Hunk was so easygoing it probably didn’t occur to him to pry.
Keith let out a sigh. “It-”
A waiter arrived, his hands ladened with their dinner. “Alright, so I’ve got the shrimp ravioli,” he placed it down in front of Lance when Lance held up his hand. “And the burger,” he continued, sliding the second plate over to Keith. “Dinner of champions right there,” he added with a slight chuckle. Keith bit back a snarky remark, glaring at the retreating waiter’s back.
“Did you just get bullied by the waiter?” Lance asked with a forced chuckle, attempting to steer the conversation away from his previous question. He busied himself, fidgeting with his plate and avoiding eye contact. Keith rolled his silverware out of the fancy napkin tangle it was trapped in, a tad too aggressively.
“Sure as hell sounds like it,” he muttered. He popped a fry into his mouth and goddamn it that was good. His mood eased as he ate a few more. “About your question from before,” Keith could see Lance tense, his eyes laser-focused on his plate. His napkin was gone and Keith wondered where he’d put it. “It’s not like it’s a secret…”
“How is everything y’all?” Addison chirped as she manifested at the edge of their table. Both Keith and Lance jumped, eyes as wide as saucers. She giggled a little. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you two.”
“You’re good,” Lance assured her, recovering first. “Everything seems perfect so far, thanks,” Keith grunted in agreement. Satisfied, Addison flashed them another smile and disappeared, probably off to startle another table.
They sat awkwardly for a long moment, Lance playing with his pasta and Keith pretending to busy himself with his burger. This is worse than earlier, Keith thought. At least then it was intentional.
“Garrison and I didn’t mix,” Keith said finally. Lance froze, still staring at his pasta. “I was…” Keith trailed off, searching for the right word. Hopeless? Helpless? Pushed to the brink? “Miserable,” he decided, choosing the least pathetic sounding option. “I hated being there. When Shiro was gone and it was just me left behind,” he pressed his lips together. Inhaling deeply, he finished, “The Garrison doesn’t care about its students. Just their results. And I had too much going on to give a shit anymore.” He looked over at Lance, surprised to see his eyes locked on him. Ocean blue depths unfathomable. Keith squirmed a bit in his seat. He didn’t like how Lance looked at him, eyes impassive for once. It was too unsettling.
“I didn’t know,” Lance said softly. Keith’s body went rigid. “Garrison sucked in a lot of ways. But for me, it was everything. I didn’t think about how it would be for someone else.” Lance swirled his fork in the sauce on his plate. Keith wiped his palms - for some reason they were sweaty - along his jeans.
“It’s not like I made it known,” Keith sighed. “And we barely spoke.”
“Yeah, but,” Lance pressed his face into his free hand. “That doesn’t mean it was fair.”
“Definitely not.”
“And I feel like a complete asshole right now.”
“Glad you’re aware.”
Lance lifted his head, eyes narrowed as he shot daggers at Keith. “Not helping,” he snapped. Keith laughed, shaky but genuine.
“I thought it was.” Lance rolled his eyes but didn’t retaliate.
“I’m sorry,” he said. He was sitting up straighter now, his eyes serious. “I didn’t realize. And that’s not a good excuse, nor should it be considered one. I was an asshole and I made my problems be your problems too.”
Keith was a little thrown off by this. He hadn’t expected such a heartfelt apology from Lance. “It’s okay,” he said. “Truly. It was shitty that you had to put up with their comparisons. It wasn’t fair that they kept pitting you against me. You’ve made amazing accomplishments. No one should have made them or you feel less than.” Lance blinked, his expression stunned. For a minute, Keith worried that Lance would start to cry.
“Thank you.” Lance’s voice was small and shy. A little guarded. He popped a ravioli in his mouth. “Damn this is good,” he said, mouth full. Keith laughed, picking up his burger. The food was good. Almost good enough to forgive the ridiculous price. “I’m taking some of those,” Lance said suddenly, swiping a few fries off Keith’s plate. Keith let out an outraged sound and swatted at Lance’s hand the second time it crept near his plate. 
The rest of the dinner passed smoothly, Lance only managing to steal a few more fries before Keith nearly jabbed him with a fork. Once they’d cleared the air, it appeared they had a few things in common. When Keith had mentioned that he’d never been to the beach, Lance was distraught. He started gushing about the joys of beach weather, promising to take him one day.
“This summer,” he said, eyes shining. Lance was grinning so wide he looked like he was glowing. “I’ll take you to the beach. We could do a whole weekend trip.” Keith grinned, surprised to find that he was actually considering the idea. He’d never been one for the beach. There was no way Lance was getting him into the ocean.
“Let’s make it a group trip,” Keith suggested. “Allura would love to go.” Lance surged forward, jostling the table. Keith glanced over at where their empty plates had been pushed to the end, worried Lance’s sudden movement would knock them over.
“Oh my god that would be amazing!” Lance exclaimed. “We could rent out a beach house or something if we all pool together our cash. We could get sparklers, do picnics, barbeque…I can even teach you how to surf, Cowboy!” Keith spluttered a laugh.
“Cowboy?”
Lance shrugged. “It’s better than Mullet, right?” Keith grimaced.
“How are we doing now?” Addison asked, sliding up to the table. She scooped the plates up as she spoke. “Do we think we can stomach some dessert?”
“Uh…” Lance shot a look at Keith. The curiosity was clear on his face.
“Could we see the dessert menu?” Keith asked for him. Addison bobbed her head, chirping that she’d be right back with one.
“Thanks,” Lance said, looking slightly embarrassed. Keith shrugged.
“You know it’s going to be ridiculously expensive,” Keith pointed out. Lance dragged out a sigh, splaying his arms across the table dramatically.
“That’s true, but I like looking anyway. It’s like window shopping.”
Keith rolled his eyes. “So you torture yourself even when you know you shouldn’t?”
Lance looked like Keith had just said something incredibly dumb. “Well…yeah. Obviously.” Keith shook his head.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re unimaginative,” Lance shot back. “Live a little. Enjoy the flavors of life.” He pulled his cup closer, blowing bubbles into the remaining liquid.
“Y’know,” Keith began, bemused by Lance's sulking. “I know someone who once got a cake slice for free at a place like this.” Lance squinted up at Keith.
“Seriously? How the hell did they do that?”
Keith smirked. “She faked an engagement with her friend.” Lance’s eyes widened, a startled huff of laughter bursting out of him.
“You’re kidding!” He laughed. “That’s amazing. Why have I never thought of that?” He paused, his head tilting to the side like he always does when he’s considering something. “Do you think that stuff actually works?” Keith considered the idea, fingers twisting on the ring he always wears on his right hand. He noticed Addison heading towards them, a menu in hand.
“Only one way to find out,” he said slyly. Lance’s expression shuffled from confusion to shock, landing on bewilderment as Keith slid out of his booth and knelt in front of Lance. Lance played the part well, hands flying up to his mouth in fabricated surprise - probably to hide the laughter plaguing him. His eyes glistened and Keith had to hand it to him, the guy could act.
“Lance,” Keith said, struggling to keep the snicker out of his voice. “Would you…” he blanked. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. Was he supposed to give a speech? What would make this more believable to the onlookers slowly beginning to tune in? 
Luckily, Lance saved him. “Yes!” He squealed, throwing his arms around Keith’s shoulders. It was the closest the two had ever been and Keith’s frantic mind stuttered. Lance pulled back, just far enough to press his forehead against Keith’s. His skin was warm and the faint scent of his cologne - citrus and bergamot - tickled Keith’s nose. Lance fluttered his lashes dramatically, a soft huff of laughter escaping before he could stop it. He bit his bottom lip, most likely to stop himself from laughing even more.
“Can I put it on?” He asked Keith, voice soft and sweet. Keith stared at him, in awe of the performance Lance was putting together. Damn, he really wants that cake huh?
“Uh, sure,” Keith muttered, his voice a bit too rough. He took Lance’s left hand, willing the ring to fit as he slid it onto Lance’s finger.
It was a perfect fit. Lance did chuckle then, loud enough for others to hear him. But it felt right. He cradled his hand against his chest, beaming at Keith as he did so.
“It’s perfect,” he cooed. He glanced up, feigning surprise as he took in the onlookers watching them. “Oh!” He exclaimed, pressing his hands to his cheeks. “This is so embarrassing,” he said, a bit too loudly to be casual. Keith bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud. He noticed Addison hovering not too far away, her hands covering her mouth, the dessert menu dangling from the crook of her elbow. She looked so moved by their performance that Keith felt a little guilty for fooling her.
“Oh my gosh you two,” she breathed. “Would you like me to…I don’t know…take a picture?” Lanced nodded excitedly, passing her his phone. As she readied the camera, Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s neck once more, his cheek pressing against Keith’s.
“This is gonna be one hell of a story to tell the others,” Lance said through his teeth, his grin so wide it could split his face in half.
“They’re never gonna believe us,” Keith muttered back, his own smile broad and genuine. The story was so far-fetched that Keith wasn’t even sure a picture would be enough to convince them.
Addison snapped their picture and returned the phone to Lance, who gushed about how “perfect” the photo was. Keith was rising to stand when Addison announced that she would be right back and walked off with a wink.
“I think it worked,” Lance hissed, eyes sparkling with glee.
“It better have, I didn’t put in all this effort for nothing,” Keith teased. Lance rolled his eyes. They both knew who put in the real work to convince the crowd. Lance took out his phone again, fingers flying across the screen. Before Keith could ask what he was doing, his phone pinged with a message alert.
Lance: Guess what???
The photo Lance sent to the group chat was surprisingly good. Maybe it was the camera on Lance’s phone or the lighting in the restaurant, but the two looked convincing. A little too convincing. Keith’s cheeks were flushed but he looked happy. Genuinely happy. Like it had been a real proposal gone right.
Pidge: You’re JOKING
Hunk: What happened during your dinner???
Allura: Mission…successful?
Pidge: Is this real? This has to be fake right? Did you two stage a photo to make us think you actually made up?
Hunk: That sounds like something Lance would do…
Shiro: Uh…Keith???
Lance: ;)
By the time Addison came back to their table, the two were laughing so hard, Lance was wiping tears from his eyes and Keith’s face was hurting from smiling so much. The cake she placed in front of them was chocolate, with a looping chocolate syrup, “Congratulations!” on the plate. At Lance’s suggestion, the two took turns feeding one another for their first bites.
The cake was dense and fudgy, with bursts of tart raspberry sauce between the layers. It was way too sweet to be something Keith would typically order, the chocolate icing coated his tongue and melted into a sugary syrup in the back of his throat. Keith watched the way Lance melted with every bite, his expression pure bliss as he shoveled bite after bite into his mouth.
“Best fake engagement ever,” Lance said around a mouthful of cake.
Keith smiled, knowing that the cake was probably worth every penny of the ridiculous price that it normally sold for. Later, be it tomorrow or the next day, Keith knew he would feel a bit guilty for conning the restaurant. But for now, Keith savored every last bite. 
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MICKEY YOUR RB ON THAT SMOKER!SUGU POST………. oh i need . lore . so badly
ROOMIE!SUGU BEING A SMOKER MAKES SOOO MUCH SENSE OBVIOUSLY (my heart goes out to depression era sugu and his inherent need for self-destruction 🫡) but i must know …. does he. try to get you to smoke 😳😳 does he … shotgun you……… or does he steal any cigarettes you buy with a teasing grin so you never start………. i need answers so bad misu you are my otp always
(also <3 ily!!! remember to have yourself a nice big meal if you haven’t already!!!!! <33333)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA deep breaths deep breaths...
you're out to get me fr ari you're insane i love you so much. OKEOKE OKE SO we did have a lil talk abt this already buut yeah in the misu world.. roomie!suguru definitely smokes. we have a little balcony in our apartment too so he doesn't have to like.. smoke out of a window or go down the stairs which is nice. aaand we have two little chairs outside too aand a little table and then we have a few plants too (he takes care of those i am awful with plants..) AAAND this is our regular hangout spot!!!!!!!!!! smoking or not, we like to sit there a lot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ok now to the actual smoking lmao like i already mentioned i am not a smoker but i am not a Cigarette Virgin either so i don't have a problem if he smokes or not. i think smokers are hot and i'm not gonna lie abt he looks SO fucking good while doing it oh my god my heart is going to give out................................. so yeah i definitely grab one from him every so often bc why the fuck not. but... mostly he just shares the cig with me... sometimes he just holds it to my lips so i wouldn't get the smell on my fingers and he always holds eye-contact while doing that bc he's a fucking asshole aaand when i blow the smoke into his face to get back at him he just . grins at me.. (he's so fucking hot ari i really do think i'm gonna die if i think abt him too hard)
he isn't the biggest smoker ever though, shoko definitely does it more than him. buuuut he does always want at least one after a long day and i think that's more than fine (i am drooling rn). oh aaand whenever we're hanging out with satoru and shoko and they go out for a smoke i mostly stay with satoru lmao this is important ok me and him are very very very good friends in this au i baby him i tease him we get along so well that it makes suguru a little jealous and then shoko gets to tease him abt that😭😭😭
liike suguru's just leaning against the balcony railing while shoko sits on one of the stairs and he's just . looking at me and satoru laughing together inside and shoko thinks it's the funniest thing ever hgashdgghsahdghgsa AAAAAAAAND when they come back inside, he always plops onto the couch right beside me (like awfully close) and then puts his arm behind me on the backrest and he thinks he's. smooth lmao pls everybody INCLUDING ME knows what he's doing😭😭😭
mm i don't carry around any cigs but i do always have a lighter with me and while it is very hot when he lights his own cigs.. he lets me do it a lot too and this is also smth that makes me fucking dizzy bc he leans in so close and then holds onto my hand so it wouldn't shake and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH i hate him i love him i need to punch him i need to kiss him he's awful he's sexy he's the worst man alive
he definitely smokes weed sometimes too but uh. that's uhh. gulps very fucking nervously. that's when uh. Things happen ok i can't go into detail or i'll pass out.. he gets very touchy LIKE VERY TOUCHY i mean like nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck while toying with the hem of my shirt YEAH YEAH YEA H I NEED TO STOP HERE FUCK .
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