#that's about all i got for tongiht

[dipperscavern]

your cregan thoughts changed my life. They are literally canon idgaf…

how do you feel about the stark men and their possessiveness 🫠🫠🫠 Because i knowww they don’t play about their women, especially cregan ohhhhh myyy goddddd. do you think they’re prone to jealousy… Lots to think about. lots to ponder.

POSSESSIVE STARK MEN!! POSSESSIVE STARK MEN I SAID!! i’m very very glad u enjoy my cregan thoughts, thank u sm for this delicious ask <33

as we’ve established, stark men are gentlemen. not just the starks, but northmen themselves don’t play about their women. and there’s also a difference between possessiveness & jealousy… lord so many thoughts. so many things to ponder.

okay, so, as for cregan, he’s very assured. very confident & unwavering in his loyalty to you, and your loyalty to him. cregan can get possessive, but he mainly thinks people ogling over you is funny, because he’s completely confident in your devotion to each other. you usually make your way over to him yourself, and he’ll pull you in by your hips as he teases about the man hitting on you. unless he sees them making you uncomfortable or overstepping — he doesn’t tolerate that. making his way over to pry you away… but honeslty sometimes someone just gets under his skin & he just wants you all to himself. maybe he can get a little jealous…. he does jest in jealousy sometimes though. i could see him wanting your attention. pulling you toward him & away from whatever had your attention if he was feeling particularly needy, jokingly muttering a-

“Come here, you’ve got me jealous.”

robb is so possessive & jealous nobody speak to me. nobody SPEAK to me right now. it’s just so innate/natural for him, you could be talking to anyone and his hands would twitch with the need to pull you away. he really does try and control himself, but he lets it slip sometimes when bedding you.

“You’re mine, yeah? C’mon, wanna hear you say it.”

it’s especially bad during the war, because he’s so frustrated all the time. his emotions are at an all time high, and he can’t find it in himself to try and mask how close he wants you to him & how far away he wants you from other people. “Will you just-“ & he grabs you by your cloak, pulling you to him. “Come here.” he doesn’t have time to hide his emotions when there’s so much on his plate. just let him have what he wants, honestly. 🙄

jon is quietly possessive. he’s never really had anything of his own before, he wants you alllll to himself. i don’t think he’s really jealous, unless you’re pushing his buttons on purpose. the prospect of you being his turns him on sooooo badly, though. you could be talking about how a man of the nights watch hit on you, just murmuring a small-

“Wasn’t interested. ‘M yours, anyway.”

hearing u say that.. and yep! you’re getting it tongiht! his eyes darken and everything before stalking closer to you to press his lips to yours tee hee. wait do y’all think he would… mmm. deep, slow thrusts while telling you-

“Say it again.”

[nayelixz]

A Mediocre Date?

After the marriage between Yugo and Amalia, of course they’d want to spend all their time together, though this desire is almost unattainable, due to the amount of work and pick up needed after the Necromes had attacked the World of Twelve. But tonight, Yugo has set up something that he hopes that’ll relieve Amalia from her stress.

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“Oh Sadida, Yugo! You cannot believe how tired I am! I’m almost drained from helping out almost half of the kingdom.”

“Well I hope you’re not too drained, because I have a surprise for you!”

Amalia raises her head off the bed, wondering what surprise her husband has in store.

“But first! You gotta close your eyes.”

“Are you being serious? If I close my eyes I’m falling asleep.”

“Come on Ami, just close your eyes. It’ll be worth it.”

“Alright, but you better lead me there quick or bonne nuit!” (little french joke there… IM ONLY IN UNIT 4 ON DUOLINGO BEFORE YOU SAY ITS NOT FUNNY 😭)

“Oh, It won’t take long, we’ll be there before you can say tofu.”

“To-“

In the blink of an eye, they were there.

“Alright you can open them in.. 3… 2… 1… okay, now!”

As the princess opened her eyes she saw the most beautiful sight she’s ever seen, even more beautiful than the sunsets she watches everyday. They were nearby a waterfall hidden within the Sadida forest and flowers that were shaped into a heart shape, white, yellow, and pink flowers as fireflies filled the air. It was quiet, and quiet was perfect.

“Wow.. Yugo this is.. very childish but surprisingly romantic.”

“Thank- Wait, how is this childish?!”

“Well the flowers in a heart shape? Not saying it isn’t cute because trust me it’s adorable, but it reminds me of something a teen would do!”

“Oh..”

The eliatrope looked slightly upset, he didn’t know that this wouldn’t be enough.

“But, this, it’s beautiful. The waterfall, the fireflies, and the flowers, they’re all beautiful.”

While saying this, Amalia pecks Yugo on the cheek. Making his frown fade away, and turn into a soft smile.

“That’s not all, I got more for tongiht.”

“Really? What is it?”

As soon as Amalia said that, the eliatrope has grabbed her by her waist and pulled her in, to where their bodies are touching, as Yugo leans in and kisses her on the lips. The passionate kiss between the two lasts almost forever, until Amalia pulls away, gasping for air. Seeing the is makes Yugo chuckle, even though he has no place to laugh, his wings are stimming like crazy.

“You need air?”

“Well if I knew that this kiss would last that long I would’ve made sure to take a moment to gather myself! Plus, you can’t be talking, I know you’re way much more happier about this than me.”

“How do you know?”

She points at his hat, his wings still going crazy as ever, making him a little embarrassed himself.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to hide the fact that you loved it.”

“Would I be wrong to say I did?”

“No, I think the only reason you liked it that much is because it’s me!”

He rolled his eyes playfully, of course he’d enjoy it that much, it’s his wife! He hasn’t been apart of any other relationships since. Amalia is his first.

“Yeah, come with me..”

Yugo had grabbed the princess’s hand and had created a portal to the INSIDE OF THE WATERFALL?

“W-Wait YUGO IM NOT-“

Before she could finish her sentence, they were there, BOTH soaked in water, but behind the waterfall looked like a secret hangout, there was two porch swings, one covered in green and white flowers, white cushioning with a beautiful white fluffy pillow, and the other one with black cushioning, with a blue pillow, it seemed less decorated than the other swing, but it still seemed comfortable. There was flowers on the top sides of the roof of the cave-like rock shelter and a little wooden coffee table with the little wooden figures of the gang, Dally, Eva, Yugo Amalia, and of course, Ruel.

“YUGO! Come on! I told you I wasn’t ready to enter the waterfall!”

“Oops.. sorry”

The princess started pouting, after a hardworking day, she didn’t want to get SOAKED by a waterfall. She just wanted to lay down and relax. But then she looked around and saw the hangout area, once again, not over the top but, peaceful.

“Sorry, I- Amalia…”

“Yugo, I know, you tried and thank you for that, but what is this supposed to be?”

“I just wanted to show you this hangout I made for the two of us, just us two, and nobody else.”

“Nobody else?”

“Nobody.”

Hearing this, the princess got a little bit shy.. *He wanted to be alone with me?*

“Now whenever we are doing all that paperwork, we can do it together in the same area, where it’s quiet, and where nobody can find us.”

“Oh Yugo… I really don’t deserve you. You’re an amazing guy and you’re just too good for me!”

“Well I can say the same for you to Amalia.”

“You’re such a dork! A very caring dork..”

The two settled down in the blue and black swing, with Yugo laying in Amalia’s lap as she rubbed his head.

“I love you Amalia.”

“I love you to Yugo.”

((this is my first time writing a kinda fanfic, but yeah i hoped you enjoyed it!))

I JUST NOTICED I PUT PRINCESS THAN QUEEN IM SORRY IGNORE THAT 😭

[yorshie]

I can't stop thinking about this but...

I had a vision of the Bayverse turtle bros looking at their love after a really tough battle where they thought they'd die and when they find each other again its like the biggest bear hug and a face grab with them saying "Oh my god I'm so glad your okay I could just marry you!"

I know it's really a stretch since they could just say 'kiss you' but its my fantasy. I couldn't get it out of my mind!

Anyways I hope your having a wonderful Holiday and heres to a Happy New Year!

Hello! This got buried in my inbox, I'm so sorry, but I'm so glad you sent it in (i am a terrible person I'm so sorry you've probably been wondering where this was)

Oh My God I could totally see all four of them doing something like this. Just the spontaneous "I almost died here's my last name" and then run off without even getting an answer because there's still bad guy butts to kick and cities to save.

Leo would feel embarrassed about it later, would totally pull the whole holding a formal full bodied bow while begging for forgiveness moment. Silly turtle, we'll just have to tell him the answer was always gonna be yes. He'll go silent at the answer then start Panicking even more. (good panic. but he's gonna panic)

Raph would 100% pretend that it never happened. Nope. That sounds crazy couldn't have been me. Dunno what you're talkin 'bou- wait.... you said yes!?! You'll marry me!?! Cue he just spends a long time resetting and staring at you like you've lost your marbles. Secretly though inside he's fucking doing the conga out of excitement.

Donnie brings it up at a later date, curious if you held it against him or not. Clearly you're still talking to him though so it must not have been accepted too badly. Hm? You do want to marry him? Oh, well.... here's a list of themes he likes and his favorite colors and he's already found a place that does custom no questions asked tuxes and would you be ok with his brothers being his best men and can splinter officiate-

The moment Mikey's done saving the day, he's back at it. "Later, bros, gotta go get my answer from angelcakes! They're tots gonna say yes though so everyone get ready to act really surprised when we announce it later tongiht, kay? Later dudes!"

[goodmorningbatterycity]

Violent Rays: Yeah of course your smashing MCR together with fcking Taylo Swift, thats what BLI does, you ruin everything, you take a punk rock band and contaminate them wtih bland souless dad rock mall shit, god im so pissed i canf ufckin think straight Tickled Pink: Y'know Rays, I'm thinking that maybe you're a little too stressed about this ( ͡ಠ ʖ̯ ͡ಠ) Toxic Sunshine: Yeah I agree baby, why don't you come out back, we'll make margaritas \^o^/ Violent Rays: No its too late for that, its' too late for anyhing, you know i didnt plan on doing this today but i have to get thsi off my chest, ic ant take it anymore, i was going to debut this song on Dr Ds station tongiht but fuck it......

*turns on boombox, trap beat starts playing, Violent Rays paces around the diner with his head down and a mic in his hand*

Yo... Can I get real with you guys... Fuck Taylor Swift, she's ruining the Zones All her music makes me want to go home Repushitation, Shit it off, Look what you made me shit It's all pure ear vomit, all of it I came out here because I knew what was true But Taylor's got different ideas along with her goons The Fabulous Four agrees, they'd sing it with me But they're probably out somewhere, blowing up trees Her favorite line is 'shake shake shake it off' But i'm over here starting to cough Yeah, I'm dying because her music sucks ass I'm going to lie facedown in the grass Taylor, if you're listening, just hang up the tunes I'd rather crush my nuts in a vise than listen to you croon

*Bomb Baby sings the chorus* We're all so alone, out here in the Zones But punk makes us feel not so alone Taylor's ruining lives, but MCR saves us From 100 Dracs arriving on a bus

*pause, Violent Rays paces aroud in silence for 30 seconds then starts rapping again*

Yo... I'm not a mean guy, and I'm not cruel either I usually let people listen to whatever Music suits them, but let's be real here Taylor's music makes blood come out of my ear Shit McGraw, Our shit, Love Shitory, Shitstains on my guitar, You belong with Shit, Who's Afraid of Little Old Shit, yeah you won't get very far Music would be dead if we didn't have MCR They're punk, they're metal and Taylor Swifts albums are.... Damn I can't say it, I'd be here all day Listing what I hate about the music she plays 'Na na na na na na,' now that's the good shit And not shit in a BAD way, its the shit you can't fuck with I choose MCR, and the rest of you should too That's wht I'm here on the radio, rapping to you If you ever hear Taylor Swift's voice in a ZOne Hitch up your ballsack and go hit the road

*Bomb Baby sings the chorus* We're all so alone, out here in the Zones But punk makes us feel not so alone Taylor's ruining lives, but MCR saves us From 100 Dracs arriving on a bus

*the music stops, Violent Rays drops the mic, everyone in the diner applauds, Toxic Sunshine hugs him, Tickled Pink wipes a tear from her eye, somewhere in the distance Taylor swift feels a massive shift in the universe*

Acting like MCR is Jesus Christ lol y’all need to listen actual punk rock

[the-firebird69]

and we have a hot one it is tommy f. the zerg advance hit his enemies and he is up and his clonoes. and they see it in the midwest. and then this they all will converg shortly. and he is silent then what. they push you out like the baby you are lol and he smiles ok then you face the empire fleet on your own as the big man youare tommyf got a pistola ok. big man. great one ok.

and he smiles we shall see about that and he will hit them a lot. and says this so i shot at you. so..what the f do you mean so. its a big deal to all. they want to eaat your liver. forr eal. and all your clones say it no more tommy f they do eat us up too. tons of us. become us. and hate us. he is right your a rebel dont know it lol.

we have updates

-the morlock flow up into the bunkers and open them and are in. and fight and are at another thirety percetn of them from bc to nocascotia and norway to the bering sea ave opened a remarkable twwenty percent thusfar tonight

-molock surround the sahara and are at it now. go in now an yes tommy f missed almost was cught and grabbed them all. his guys dead. fully yes. head body and a mess. it is our sons money and from the bank he used n buffalo held htere by macs no these guys took it and from wells fargo and the money he left and interest. and tommy f takes it. and they ahve them break it out. they see it.

-our son says nyc ok a good place for the dough heats it neaar dc too. tons wil go now and try to stop them yes to nab it.

-they are at teh sahara and there are about three hundred mac bunkers untouched. and twenty each side of psuedo empire and that is 80. and are at them have breached twenty. and yes 80 complees most are 5 sisxties one hundred deeep and ten out of them 80's and five and by 200 are huge dwarefed by the empire.

-and souht americasimilar 90 complees most are sizxty by one hundred and five each and ten are eighty by one hunred six each. huge are warfe by the cavern and it ison. teh train was moved and they had momrlock f up and get it there. used runawaay a an excuse. tons saw it. and made it work

-are at more bunkers. mostly psuedo empire and they are tough. macs sacricieced a series of bunkers and built new ones elsewhere. and in strategically important places.

-and huge ones elsewhere ny ct and such we spoke to yes but are there now and open more than thirty percent yes are up to forty five percent opened. annd are in fighing. hell ok. will be out shortly. butgs too will be gone.

-this attack is john travolta and after pelhlam 123 is not the missile strike it is a train wreck and in pa yes. tons say it. he is nuts an yes is. and it is on they say it try to. and mean it. bu t he is john travolaand no he is trump.

=and to clear an area to launch no steel and ok

-more are at teh upper midwest and go for more. about forty percent im toldno forty five there. and more tongiht plan on trying for eieghty percent. and tons of trooops go there no. they are low all over. and are mad. tons say it are out shortly.

-they move on the bunkers on the east coast no. midewest yes ahve to and moth empires sit there. waiting. for it. yes. an to fight. five city ares cleared and are going to be attacked shortly and are in the northwest yes. and are big areas big cities. oklahoma city yes. and two others there. wyoming. yes and a big one. the captial. cheyenne wyoming yes. one more yup. montana and well two more in idaho. and the dakotas are next and we have them cleared mostly. and tommorrow they will approach them. woming is important. they are there and at the tomb the say. a nd are saying it who why and where. tlook and tons of basalt.

the tie and he is after them the people nad for stuff mney and more they have and took

-and tons are at them tons. no. this is a huge war and thery are at them. teh seven scities not all. and a few more there in those states. and up north. not macs though yet. and not wasington yes there and oregon. the midwest though has s few more. montana has 8 wyoming ten dakotas two each oklahoma five idaho three. and two more in illinois to be hit tonight. and washington state eight and oregaon ten most are sicties about thirty are 80 and by twho hundred. and five more and in nebraska. and are 80's by 300 five each mostly some six. are huge. and big. and yes are very huge. tons are at them though. and see it your there we need it you wont let us in fight us say your clones or macs. and that is the problem no negotiation and were set were planning to use heavy. and other large devices and a bad idea yes.

-ten more then. yes. and working east...all are under seige above at twenty percent opened and in. kansas ten sixties by eighty missouri five sizties complexes all by one hundred, iowa ten complexxes and yes threaten using this are in and tons of troops, iowa they wer there and it started yes ten 80s and by 100 two though by 200, mnesota kansas and each has ten mostly sixty by one hundred are huge some twho hundred well three. each. now there are more and all under siegenow. tennessee ten five each sixty by one hundred, kentucky and yes clark kent territory five sixty by one hundred one two hundred though, michigan five sixties and by one hundred though one two hundred , west virginia three sixties by two hundred, ohio two sixties by two hundred all have five the larger ones six. they hold off on utah. and yeh no trip thiere until out.

on to the eastern hemishere yes. today yes they are in daylight but yes cannot amass. so wait nope...well ok they do.

Thor Freya

we have generl alerts all over and work need this out now

Oympus they try for seventy to eighty percent on all tnight and or more very aggressie now and tons of them are up and moving the south empties and middle of thesouthern hemisphere are at seven percetn and twenty nine respecitively soon the south empty and to the jubnle will be thirty again. will drop al day and the south at about five percent will old thent he cavern attacks start. by plan are nuts and no canot program. and macs did it to them

[tangleweave]

@brooklynislandgirl (continued from xx)

Beth's exaggerated pronunciation of her personalized term for him might not have reached the ears of anyone else in quite this amount of agony. On the other hand, there's a good chance anybody else at this level of pain would simply have blacked out by now, their bodies electing to punch out for the foreseeable future, notwithstanding any amount of willpower they might summon against it. Spidey has endured almost this level of torment on previous occasion, and he knows it would vex Beth to hear about it. In retrospect, it's perhaps nothing short of a miracle -- and the mutagenic properties of the bite that had made him into what he is now -- that he'd even survived the damage, never mind healed properly from it. Is it any wonder that MJ had decided to break up with him…?

I'd have broken up with me, if I came home looking like this…

Not the time to be thinking about that, though. Not when he's entrusted himself to Beth. Not when she's preparing to do her very best to put his broken pieces back together. Maybe, at the very least, he can do a little better to seize upon her words like the lifeline they should be. She thinks it's reasonable that he thought she'd called him Cuckoo. Maybe he is, for having chosen a fistfight with a man clad in near-indestructible rhinoceros-themed armor. The sound in her voice suggests some level of bemusement, like maybe it's difficult to believe just on his words alone. He's willing to admit it's a 'you had to be there' sort of situation. If he could move, he'd take out his phone and show her footage of himself and Alexei tussling. There's enough of it out there. Maybe it would help him think about something else. A means of distracting himself from the unspeakable pain that makes him want to scream and cry and… if only for a moment… call out for his aunt.

Nobody needs to know about that.

His eyes have been squeezed closed for… well, now he doesn't even know how long. But he does know the eyepieces of his mask will have borne that out to her, the black irises shut over the normally huge white lenses. And he's a little afraid to open them, to see just how dramatically his surroundings will have shifted, because whatever Beth did, wherever she's brought him, will likely just disorient him all the more in these moments. All he can do is trust her, and when she speaks to the next phase of her plan, he forces his arms to relax as much as they can.

"Suit's… got electronics," he pants. "Fabric's tear resistant. But you c-can cut it, if you f-follow… the seams at… w-where red and blue join…" His jaw begins shuddering. He clamps his teeth together. "With a scalpel or… whatever you've got." He can feel his neck muscles straining to keep his teeth from chattering, and he knows it's coming through in his voice. His mouth is feeling thick and tangy with his own blood, and he can only hope it's not spilling against the inside of his mask. "Top's tucked into the belt. Just… just do whatever you need to. I trust you."

He doesn't know prcisely what sort of edge she takes to his tunic, but whatever it is, it treats the tough scale-mesh fabric like softened butter. The air of the evening touches more of his skin than he's comfortable revealing to the public at large, though more due to the array of scars he's amassed at such a young age, and less because of his wiry musculature, which he's actually been a little proud to display at the beach. His skin is normally fair but he imagines that tongiht it must present as nearly ghost-white. He can feel wounds stinging from exposure, and he imagines there must be an entire landscape of black and purple all about his ribcage.

His head is swimming, and he cannot help the faint moan that erupts from his throat. Whatever dulling measure she's enacted, the pain is trying to overcome it in fits. Like an oceanfront where the water is made of agony and he's forced to sit at the edge of the beach, fearing the incoming tide. Is this a complication other patients who've experienced her healing touch encounter? Or is it just him?

Somewhere through the haze, he hears her suggesting there might be something better to call him. He restrains a scoff in favor of coarse breathing. He knows he should relax for her. Whatever she needs to do… she needs him to stay steady. "Dunno what k… ku… Ku'u-Ku'u means… but… if you like it… I'm…"

He can feel himself growing steadily more drowsy with each syllable. And he doesn't know it that's something to panic over or not.

"…fading…"

[brewing-mischief]

I think remember in the show that Jack mentioned the ecto-acne really killed Vlad street cred, as if Vlad kept going to class and trying to socialize.

Personally one of the horrors I thought of is Vlad going back to the college cause the hospital couldn't find him to be contagious and Jack/Maddie straight up ditching him because in the week he was at the hospital they started dating and are now completely involved/focused on eachother

OR

Jack -makes fun of Harriet Chin as a grown adult oblivious how his comments are hurtful-Fenton makes awful jokes at Vlad's expense or hangs out with people that bully Vlad like everything is fine until Vlad has enough of his best friend treating him like trash and leaves. Which finally makes Jack realise what hes done.

Like, just imagine it.

Jack-oblivious to social cues-Fenton.just cracking jokes or stating obvious things . Vlad mentions how he wanted o talk to a girl from his class and she keeps avoiding him...

"Well of course she does! You look like a pepperoni pizza! She was probably disgusted by your incredibly greezy boils!"

*slaps Vlad on the back happily as he walks away*

"...right..."

Or if Jack gets invited to a college party but is told not to invite Vlad cause the others find him gross...

"Heading out V-Man! Party at John's tongiht!!"

"Oh! Let me grab my keys :)"

"No can do buddy. They said your not invited on account of you being a disgusting freak! Bye!!!"

"...oh."

Like Vlad KNOWS Jack. He knows his best freind is a little, socially blind. And probably doesn't mean all the harm he's been doing. But it's just getting too much. It's getting isolating. He already faces jeers from his classmates but now he has to face it in his own apartment??? But he can handle it. He's Vlad Masters. Who cares that Jack hasnt apologized yet. EvenOnce. He probably forgot. Thats not insulting. Ruin a man's life, date the girl he had a crush on and just COMPLETELY FORGET your part in all of it. It's fine. It's fine. At least they're all still freinds. At least he still as them. Hes not completely alone. And Maddie does her best to keep Jackin check when she can. And she always looks awkward when Jack makes his 'jokes' at Vlad's expense or sides with people insulting him...but it's fine. Really.

And then, one day. Mabye its one of the worst days for Vlad. When it's just been going on for too long or his professor said something insulting to him because of his new look or the Hospital called to tell him they needed him back for more tests, or his peers just really ganged up on the jeers today and jack...cracks another joke

And Vlad has had enough. He's ready to curse Jack out. To yell. Let him really REALLY have it- but before he can, theres a snort of laughter. The sound of someone instinctively laughing before trying to cover it up. And its Maddie.

The betrayal. Vlad is just standing there in shock. He had accepted his freindship with Jack had breaking over the past couple weeks. Accepted Jack didnt have his back, but Maddie??? Maddie? The one sane person on the campus who was suppose to understand him and see him and NOT be awful to him? Her??

Jack is thrilled he got Maddie to laugh and is trying to get more laughter out of her. And Vlad just focuses all his hatred on Jack. Because this is HIS fault. Its HIS fault he's like this. HIS fault the student body wont leave him alone. His fault he's not accepted anymore. HIS fault Maddie...he corrupted her. It's all HIS fault.

That night, Vlad leaves. He packs everything up in silence, and phases everything out with his ghost powers. Jack wakes up the next day to an apartment empty of Vlad.

Jack gets nervous, where's Vlad? Management didnt approve an early check out, why hasnt he called? Or left a note? Golly, do you think he was hurt? Kidnapped?!

Jack is ranting about his worries to a friend group and one of them makes a nasty comment like " what do you care? I'd be glad that freak face is gone. No longer spreading his gross germs on everything"

And jack is shocked "THATS MY FRIEND! DONT TALK ABOUT HIM THAT WAY!"

And the group is taken back "...why not?havent you been making comments like that since he got out of the hospital?"

And that's when it hits Jack. Right there on the picnic bench in front of a group of people who have been talking nasty about his best freind just EXACTLY what he had done.

"Oh no."

I think it explains a lot why Vlad hates Jack, why he give Maddie a pass, why Jack could never bring himself to reach out to Vlad. Cause if your best freind had to sneak out in the middle of the night to get AWAY from YOU, would you feel entitled to chase them down when you found out why they left? I wouldnt. I'd stay away until they reached out to me.

But that's just my terrible theory.

Poll time! What's your personal headcanon for the proto-portal accident?

Do you believe that Jack and Maddie felt guilty or thought that Vlad was mad at them and that's why they never visited him in the hospital?

Or do you think that they actually did try to visit him, but weren't allowed in the hospital due to how contagious and unknown the ecto-acne disease was, and Vlad just didn't know about their attempts at visiting? Or they tried to visit but Vlad wouldn't let them in because he was mad at them at the time (and then got mad they didn't reach out later)?

[tenshindon]

Afterlife on King Kai's gave Tien more time than he could ever ask for or even initially want to spend with Yamcha relatively alone.

Unexpected? Absolutely. Unwelcomed? He was struggling with that one.

[baphomilf]

Hhgh

[zombienarc]

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[dipperscavern]

hi dippy 😇😇

potion brewing: jon snow & becoming a father for the first time!

sshireens the father of my children. HI :3 hope you enjoy!!

you can fight me, this man is the best at helping you throughout pregnancy. i would even daresay rank him above cregan… yes. i would. because jon just knows, without you having to say it aloud. even if you brush him off, saying you’re fine, he’s massaging your aching muscles anyways. and it was exactly what you needed.

don’t even think about being embarrassed in front of him. he may bomb russia (wait that’s me sorry) (anyways) he does not care whatsoever. you need help walking to the bathroom? done. a foot rub? he’s pulling your feet into his lap before you can even blink. clothes sewn wider and looser for your growing belly? done. help getting dressed/out of bed in the mornings? DONE DONE DONE IDC FIGHT ME.

speaking of your changing body, he thinks you’re the most attractive thing to ever walk this earth, pregnant and all. and don’t even think about a halt in intimacy, you’re getting it tongiht! (but there is a change in how it’s done as time goes on, he doesn’t wanna hurt you) (aka head between the thighs 25/8)

is there the entire time with you during birth if you wish him to be. no, he’s not leaving, yes he’s got you, you’ve got this. literally boom shakalaka in the birthing room, jon’s presence is calming.

would hold his babe so tenderly. gazes down at them, and he can’t believe something so pure coukd come from him. and he thanks you everyday for what you’ve given him.

i feel like parenting just comes so naturally to jon. his kid is climbing all over him like a jungle gym, and he doesn’t even blink. just shifts to aid them so they don’t fucking fall.

and he loves teaching them. to shoot, to ride, to wield a sword, to govern, he’s (somehow) a master at it all. and no — jon doesn’t have favorites. he endured too much preferential treatment at catelyns hands, he wouldn’t subject his children to that too, even if only the slightest.

[suspicious-whumping-egg]

Alec and Raina Part 17

CWs for PG-13 intimacy and dubcon

~~~

Alec’s tears stained the front of Knox’s dress, dark blemishes on the beautiful silk.  “I don’t mind,” his rescuer told him. “I’m gonna go out and tell Raina someone got you drunk, though. That you were telling her secrets or talking her guests’ ears off with deranged babbling or something. She just wants this to go well, she won’t suspect a thing. Are you okay with a kiss?” 

He shook his head, shaking from the intensity of his sobs. He wanted to be held, to be loved, but he didn’t want to be kissed— not if he didn’t have to. 

“Okay,” Knox murmured, settling for giving Alec’s shoulder a sympathetic pat instead. “Get some rest, alright? I’ll bring you a drink.” 

With that, he was gone.

Knox strode back into the ballroom, the heels of his sequined stilettos clicking against the polished floor. Raina spotted him in an instant, rushing to his side with a grin. “So, how’re you liking my boy?” She asked conspiratorially. “As much fun as you expected?”

Knox spun a gold ring around his finger, contemplating for a moment. “Even more than I hoped,” he replied. “He’s so sweet and fragile and responsive, whether to affection or pain. I can see why you chose him, and why Hadley wanted a turn— that’s for certain.” 

Raina nodded. “Perfect. I hoped he’d be on his best behavior tongiht, I kept him sober in case anyone wanted to drug him so it was a bit of a shock in the dark. What happened to your dress?”

Knox shrugged. “Y’know how it is, he cried right all over me and was just too cute for me to shove him away,” he said casually. “I’m gonna get a drink, but we need to catch up later— call me tonight after everyone leaves?” He suggested. 

“Works for me,” Raina agreed. “Just remember he’s mine, and I don’t want to dirty him up like just any little slut. He’s too pretty for that shit, so keep it in your pants.” 

— 

Knox returned to Alec with two glasses of champagne in hand, setting one on the nightstand and taking a sip from the other. “She doesn’t suspect a thing,” he reassured Alec. “Don’t worry.”

He stroked a hand down Alec’s back, and Alec whimpered from the hot pain flashing through his back, closing his eyes and trying to decide if he hated the pain or craved it. 

“D’you have anyone at home?” Knox asked, drawing him out of his thoughts. 

“What?” Alec’s eyes widened. “I— I mean— I have a boyfriend…” he protested weakly. Of course he wants something from me… god forbid he just gives me freedom from the kindness of his fucking heart. 

“Are you sure he’d mind?” Knox rebutted. “Or that you’d mind forgetting him for just a bit?” He set his glass down and wrapped an arm around Alec’s shoulders, pulling him the tiniest bit closer. 

Alec accepted the touch on instinct, but hesitantly glanced at the door of the room and then back at Knox. This is how I get out, he told himself.  

In lieu of response, Alec leaned up and pressed a kiss to Knox’s lips, nipping at the edges of his mouth before pulling him close to kiss deeper. This is how I get out— Dorian would understand. 

Knox kissed back hungrily, holding Alec tight— his nails cut deep into his shoulder, just short of reopening one of Alec’s wounds. This is how I get out. He teasingly wrapped a leg around Knox’s hips, reaching up and tugging down the zipper on his dress.

He pressed a hand to Knox’s chest to keep him at a distance for just a moment. “I don’t mind,” he lied, his skin crawling with the touch of the other. A small price for freedom.

And then he leaned up and kissed him again, his head swimming with revulsion. He didn’t want to think about how Dorian would hate him for this if he ever knew what he was doing now. But part of him was just so, so desperate to be close with someone other than Raina. Even if his head spun from panic and his stomach roiled with disgust at the very idea of what he might have to do. 

Knox leaned into his embrace and bit his top lip hard enough to send blood spilling down his face. Alec moaned softly and squeezed his eyes shut, the sting of the pain familiar and wonderful. He reached down for the waistband of Alec’s pants, slipping a finger under the leather and beginning to slide them off. 

Alec’s chest seized with alarm at the hand near his hips, his sound of pleasure turning into one of terror. “Wait—!” He cried out. I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t— 

“I just— I need a minute— please—” he stammered. 

“Knox, really, I think you’ve tormented the poor boy long enough.”

Raina’s voice cut through the silence. “He’s already proven he’s both a whore and a traitor.” 

Knox untangled himself from Alec with a huff. “You never let me have any fun,” he grumbled, zipping the back of his dress and tugging at the ribbons on Alec’s piercings so he could hear the boy whimper one last time. 

Raina shrugged at Knox and turned to Alec, surveying his terrified expression with a grin. “You thought he wasn’t in on this? Poor, brainless little thing.” She laughed, plucking Alec’s glass from the nightstand and draining its contents. “This was a test of loyalty, dear, and you failed dismally.”

“It’s to be expected, I know you’re still learning. Still naïve and stupid and desperate to get away from the only one who knows what’s good for you. But don’t think that doesn’t mean you can get away from punishment.” 

She began to wrestle him into her arms, but he thrashed hard against her grip and kicked out at her face. “Don’t touch me!” He yelped. “Don’t fucking touch me!” 

Alec was already in trouble, he might as well get the rage out of his system. “Get away from me, fucking cunt— sick little bitches, the both of you, leave me the fuck ALONE!”

He threw a punch at Knox when he tried to pin his wrists down, his fist slamming into his face, pain cracking through his own knuckles. Satisfied by his small victory, Alec hardly noticed when Raina stabbed a syringe into his neck with a sharp prick. 

“What was that?!” He blurted, his heart seizing with sudden panic. “What’d you—“

“Muscle relaxant,” Raina said smoothly. “Fast acting. You won’t be causing any more trouble tonight, love. We’ll deal with the punishment later but for now I have a party to host.”

She hoisted Alec into a rough bridal hold, the touch burning against his lash marks. He tried to struggle once more, yet his body was completely limp, producing nothing but a weak spasm. “Fuck you,” Alec muttered, the words spilling clumsily from his lips. Raina just pressed a kiss to his head, carrying him through the double doors and back to the divan he’d been on at the beginning of the night. 

“Be a good boy for me, darling,” Raina cooed at him as she strode away. “Hadley will be here in a few minutes and I’ll let them be the one to punish you if you try and act up.” 

Knox had shadowed her as she’d taken Alec back to the party, and knelt at his side once Raina was out of earshot. “Convince Raina to invite me over again and I’ll make sure Dorian stays out of harm’s way,” he said softly. “Hadley’s close to having a grip on him, so I suggest you consider my offer.” 

And before Alec could stammer out a response, Knox was already gone in a flash of emerald silk. 

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[sittingoverheredreaming]

I’m still thinking about Scorpia’s Princess Prom monologue, and I wonder how it was supposed to come off? And I kind of think Scorpia’s story is lacking for not having any real conflict with the Princesses. I think part of the reason I project butchness on to her so much is the way she was set up as being an outsider to the Princesses despite being one of them feels a lot like how butchness sometimes makes me feel like an outsider to womanhood (though that obviously resonates with a lot of different identities and situations), but then her being an outsider is never really substantiated beyond Horde lies? Iirc, there’s nothing really to her conflict with the Princesses beyond her being with the Horde, and that feels a little like a missed opportunity. Not that her being ostracized for being butch would be my favorite story to see, but even just having her be told she wouldn’t be accepted because she’s different in the scorpion way and in a more real-world way could be rich ground.

But then again I’d also love if roughly half the princesses were butch, so.

Saw a promo image for She-Ra featuring femmed up Scorpia, and I regret to report I am still bitter about her not being butch

[princenothinq]

taking a break from it tongiht! here’s all I got done today :}

took about??? 8-9-ish hours for the both of them?? i am dying and so is csp

[carterhenslay]

Text || Cartiver

Carter: shes just the fucking limit Ollie -- Oliver: Mm, you’ve told me this at least fifteen times already. -- Carter: “fifteen” -- Oliver: I can go back and count them if you like. We might find out that I underestimated. -- Carter: … no -- Oliver: That’s what I thought. There’s just one thing missing from this conversation. One little piece of information that I’ve asked for several times, that you still refuse to tell me. Can you guess what that tidbit is? Oliver: You have read receipts on, CeeJ. Oliver: Turning them off doesn’t mean I think you’ve suddenly lost interest in the conversation. I know you’re still reading what I’m saying and that you’re sitting there, staring at the screen and biting your thumbnail, because you nasty. Get your finger out of your mouth. --

Carter: shut up and leave my oral fixation out of this

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Oliver: Said no she ever. Oliver: Since you’ll only bite your nails and not this, I’ll help you out. Oliver: WHAT DID SHE DO?

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Carter: I CANT TELL U --

Oliver: I really don’t see how I’m supposed to shit talk her with you then, outside of the usual: dresses like she just walked out of Breakfast At Tiffany’s (stylish grandma), walks like she has the biggest stick up her ass (you’d think that would make her feel better), has a well-groomed mop in a tailored suit for a boyfriend (who needs personality when you have a hard rod?)

--

Carter: i hate you

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Oliver: Did you forget that the shift key and punctuation exist today? Oliver: How much have you had to drink?

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Carter: none of your business Carter: only 2 glasses of wine

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Oliver: Out of wine glasses or the Pilsners?

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Carter: okay so what i can tell uou is that back when we were friends something happened by mistake that was NO BIG DEAL Carter: ha, found the shift key Carter: like it was toatal accident and i honestly forgot about it????

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Oliver: You fucked; I knew it. That girl is far too pressed not to be a closet case. Forgetting about it though? Ouch. She a pillow princess? Oliver: And don’t think I didn’t notice you avoiding the question. Put the beer glasses away, Don Draper.

--

Carter: we didnt fuck oliver! we were… math is hard right now. babies. we were babies when we were friends Carter: stop interrupting

--

Oliver: You’re hardly being forthcoming with the details. I’m just trying to motivate you to hurry the fuck up so that I can UrbanFetch you some water and aspirin. God knows the delivery person doesn’t need to see you sobbing into your wine pilsner over vague injustices.

--

Carter: ur mean when youre sober Carter: ok hold on im gonna do text to speech bc the buttons are blurry Carter: OK so like I said something happened when we were still friends and it was no big deal like such a little deal that I forgot about it But apparently Taylor took it super personality And she thought I was going to tell people about it which is why I can’t tell you about it because if I tell you about it then I’m doing the thing that she accuses me of doing and so I can’t tell you about it --

Oliver: I liked you better when you didn’t know where the shift key was. That was a giant run on sentence, Ceej. You can enter punctuation into text to speech by just saying the punctuation.

--

Carter: You’ll live and you’ll learn Bob this is what you’re getting Carter: NE ways I freaked out the other day you know when I had my meeting with Samuel And I may have kidnapped her accidentally of course Carter: And all this shit came out about how we missed each other and then asked her if she missed Me Too! And she said yes but she said I was holding this over her and I holding her room her I didn’t even remember so how could I have been holding it over her Carter: And the thing she said I was holding over her makes me seem like a horrible person and that’s what she thinks and me is that I’m a horrible person and I can’t believe she thinks I would ever do the thing  that she thinks I thought I did I don’t know what to do Oliver --

Oliver: That was all very rambly and hard to follow, but I gather that she accused you of trying to use the non-fucking against her in some way that, in no way, speaks to your actual character? --

Carter: YES! -- Oliver: Okay. Follow up question: why do you care what Taylor Caffrey thinks of you? Obviously, I didn’t know her when she was younger, but today’s Taylor is not a good person. She has consistently been an asinine toe fucker to all of us for no reason. In the three years I’ve known her, I have never seen her be nice to another human being. She’s so… uninterested in everything that goes on around her. Uninterested in her friends, uninterested in her boyfriend, uninterested in any kind of real connection. Oliver: You know I don’t like to use the word but, to put it plainly, she’s a bitch. Maybe she was chill when you guys were younger but clearly, she’s been drinking the kool-aid. From everything you’ve told me about her, if there’s one thing she IS interested in then it’s status. She wants her Jimmy Choo, her Marc Jacobs, her penthouse in the sky, her perfectly boring husband and their equally boring 2.5 children. Oliver: You don’t fit in that world, Ceej. You know you don’t. All you’ve ever wanted was to get the hell out of Dodge. And Taylor Caffrey wants to stay here and adopt the society role she was born to play. --

Carter: i cant just shake 6 years of friendship Carter: she was there for me thru my dads affair and finding out he got another woman pregnant and my parents divorce Carter: she used to hold my hair back while i threw up until one of the help would answer her call and come do it for her Carter: she was a little squimish about vomit Carter: we would have sleepovers and dream of our parents blending together so that sam & natasha’s carelessness and her parents overprotectiveness would create parents that actually loved us Carter: we had dreams and we… and i… --

Oliver: And you want her to be the same person that she was when you were thirteen. I don’t want to be the person who has to break your heart but that isn’t going to happen. I know your inner Hufflepuff wants to believe that people remain themselves at their core and friendship never dies, but that’s not the real world, babe. --

Carter: hufflepuff?? im a lion bitch

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Oliver: Yeah, you’re truly something to fear. Everyone quakes in terror at the tiny, blonde ball of fury. Oliver: Hey, Ceej?

--

Carter: yeah

--

Oliver: You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be treated well. You deserve to have friends that are unafraid to show the fact that they care about you and won’t jerk you around. Oliver: But if you want to keep pursuing this Taylor thing, I’ll help in whatever way I can.

--

Carter: thanks ollie 😭 😭 😭 i love you too Carter: do you want to ‘and chill’ tongiht

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Oliver: No, you drunken nymphomaniac.

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Carter: mean Carter: ollie?

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Oliver: What’s up?

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Carter: i thingk im ready for my water

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Oliver: I’ll call UrbanFetch. And then I’ll call you again when they get near your house so that you remember I called UrbanFetch and don’t think they’re an intruder. Again.

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Carter: that was one time and i didnt hit them that hard

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Oliver: Love you, heathen.

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Carter: love you 2 ollie

[shhhhyoursister]

What about autistic Matteo doing one of his things, but David had a bad day so he is just annoyed at everything and snaps at Matteo. And Matteo is hurt, but like David didn't mean it against him personally and both are just hurt, but they talk it out.

oof oof damn okay okay yeah i can do this i know this feel lmao im gonna make this sad folks sorry

***

Matteo knew that he probably should have told David to stay home that night instead of coming over, because David had already told him that he was in a bad mood, and Matteo had had that crawling feeling under his skin all day and hadn’t stopped moving or making noises or pacing and spinning around his room since he had woken up. 

Matteo knew that David really didn’t care about his stimming, and was probably the most patient person Matteo knew, but he also knew that it could be fucking annoying to have someone bouncing around you and clicking their tongue and smacking themselves in the hip like Matteo had been doing all day. Just to be safe, he sent David a text saying, just a warning that i haven’t stopped stimming since i woke up, sorry if im annoying tongiht.

He really knew he should’ve told him to stay home when instead of responding like usual and telling Matteo not to apologize, he just sent back okay and nothing else. Before David even got there Matteo had already started trying to make his body calm, and he rolled a joint in case he was really struggling.

David got there when it was already dark out, and Matteo was feeling tired and overwhelmed from a day of aggressive stimming. He could tell that he was a probably a little on edge too, worrying so much about how the night was going to go, so when David came in with a tight smile and barely kissed Matteo on the cheek before walking into the flat so he could take his coat off, Matteo’s fingers started flicking at his side.

They ended up in his room as David actually had stuff he needed to do, so they took up their usual positions with David at Matteo’s desk, and Matteo lying on his bed. Matteo didn’t stay there for long though, understimulated just scrolling on his phone and listening to David’s angry clicking on his keyboard. 

He got up and resumed the pacing he had been doing before he got there, his eyes darting over when he heard David shift in his chair. He saw David sitting straight up, looking tense, and Matteo bit his lip, bouncing on his toes a little. He was trying as hard as he could to ignore the urge that was telling his legs to kick out and his head to shake and his tongue to click.

It was inevitable that it would all start, though, and it did, slowly and quietly enough that at first David ignored it, but it became hard to when Matteo would click his tongue and then stop, realizing how loud it was, and then do it again, and then stop again, just because he couldn’t hold it back.

He only really stopped when he heard a quiet, “Oh my god,” from his desk, and he whipped around at the same time that David snapped, “Matteo, can you just stop, please? I can’t even hear what I’m working on.”

Matteo snapped his mouth shut and felt his stomach clench at the words, and he stopped in his tracks. He stared at the back of David’s head, fidgeting with the sleeves of his sweatshirt with his hands shaking a little, and took a breath.

“Sorry,” he said in almost a whisper, climbing back onto the bed, “I’ll stop.”

David didn’t respond, and Matteo sat still for a moment, his mind suddenly so full and cluttered that he had to physically shake his head out a few times, and he clasped his hands behind his back and laid back on his arms, pinning them under himself. It would stop him from moving, and the pressure eased a bit of the twitch under his skin.

He didn’t realize that he had started humming until David closed the lid of his laptop loudly, and Matteo startled at the sound before rocking up into a sitting position so he could watch David take a deep breath. He wanted to apologize but the entire situation was uncharted territory; David had never reacted so negatively to him stimming, to any aspect of Matteo being autistic, and it was making it hard for Matteo to think of enough words to make a sentence that would make sense outside of his own head. 

“I- um,” David said, his voice quiet but with an underlying anger that made Matteo tense up even more, and he watched David grab his phone before saying, “Um, Laura just texted me. She wants me to come home.”

Matteo could see from where he was that David hadn’t opened his phone, and the screen had no notifications on it, and felt his eyes pop open when he realized that David was trying to lie so he could leave. David still wasn’t facing him as he slid his laptop into his bag, and Matteo snorted before biting his lip and nodding.

“Laura texted you. Yeah, okay,” he said, not trying to hide the tone of his voice, “that’s what you’re going with?”

David stopped and turned to him, and Matteo could see a mixture of anger and obvious guilt on his face.

“Matteo-”

“No, it’s fine,” Matteo said, getting out of his bed, feeling too overwhelmed and upset and angry in a way he had never felt towards David to stay sitting down, and he crossed his arms tight over his chest and looked just to the side of David’s face and said, “I know I’m annoying. Next time just don’t fucking come over. Better than lying to me about having to leave.”

He turned away after saying it, and grabbed one of his pillows, clenching his fingers tight in the material as he heard David gather his stuff after a minute, and get out of the chair. He didn’t want to watch David pause at the door before leaving after saying nothing. Matteo lit the joint the second he was alone, and tried to ignore the angry tears that were on his cheeks. 

The next day, Matteo moped. He was allowed to. He knew that David wasn’t perfect, but he had been pretty fucking closet to it up until the previous night. He hated how it felt to be angry at David, because he was more sad than anything. He waited the whole day for David to text him, and when he didn’t, he smoked another joint and left his room to find Hans.

He was more shocked than Hans was that he was the first person Matteo chose to go to, but he knew he was in good hands when Hans tutted after hearing the basics of the fight and said, “Even the good ones are trash. Come, let’s drink some tea and you can complain about it.”

Matteo got comfortable at the table as Hans started brewing the tea, his fingers tapping gently on the table in front of him. Hans set the mugs down and Matteo watched the steam waft off of the tea for a minute before looking up at Hans, and starting to talk. Hans huffed and shook his head and hummed sympathetically in all the right places, and didn’t care that by the end of the story Matteo’s knee was bouncing against the bottom of the table and he was shaking his head in little twitches every other word. 

“You know that David loves you, and that he was having a shitty day yesterday. And you know that on an normal day he wouldn’t have said anything.” Hans said, trying to reassure Matteo, who just sighed and looked down at the table.

“Yeah, that didn’t make it okay for him to lie to me though,” Matteo said, knowing that it wasn’t the biggest lie in the world, but he couldn’t stop the way it made something in his chest tighten up. 

“No, of course not, butterfly,” Hans said, reaching out to put a hand on top of Matteo’ s but placing it on the table in front of him instead, “David’s a sweetheart, but he’s still a man.”

Matteo snorted, and took his phone out of his pocket when it buzzed. He saw a message from David saying, matteo, im so sorry about what happened last night. im a fucking idiot. can i come over so we can talk?

Matteo showed the message to Hans, who hummed as he read it and muttered, “At least he knows,” and then looked up at and smiled gently at Matteo and said, “you should probably say yes. Better to talk sooner rather than later.”

Matteo nodded and sent back okay, and got up to put his mug in the sink and told Hans he was going to wait in his room. He was nervous, and still upset, and he got so in his own head while he was waiting that he missed David’s text, and the buzzer, and only knew David was there when he heard a knock on his door, Hans having let David in.

He took a deep breath and shook his hands out before going to open it, and he tried to keep his face as neutral as possible despite the nerves that were making his tongue feel too big for his mouth.

“Hey,” David said, his face tilted to the ground and his voice quiet, and Matteo looked at his face before his eyes dropped to David’s hand that was gripping tightly to the strap of his bag, and David took a small step forward and asked, “can I come in?”

Matteo nodded and stepped back, letting David walk passed him into the room. He closed the door before turning around, and watched David take of his jacket before standing in the middle of the room looking uncomfortable. Matteo sighed and moved over to the bed, sitting and crossing his legs and twisting his fingers up in the fabric of his blanket. David sat in front of him and mirrored his position, but with his hands in his lap.

“Matteo,” he said, and then sighed, and then looked up at Matteo’s eyes as he said, “I was an asshole last night. Yeah, I was in a bad mood, but that didn’t give me the excuse to talk to you like that. Or,” he said, looking off to the side and poking his tongue into his cheek before turning back, “or to lie to you. That was fucked up. I’m sorry.”

“Why did you?” Matteo asked, his fingers grabbing around his own ankles and squeezing, and when David tilted his head at his question Matteo shook his head and said, “Lie. Why did you lie? You could have told me the truth. I know I was being annoying, you didn’t need to make up some excuse to get away from me.”

“You weren’t being annoying, that’s the thing,” David said, sitting up a little more as he explained, “you were just doing what you had to do. And I was in a bad mood, and yeah, maybe it wasn’t helping, but I didn’t want you to think that I didn’t want to be around you because you were stimming.”

“I wouldn’t have thought that, if we had talked about it at all,” Matteo said, “yeah, it’s something I have to do, but I’m not stupid David, i know that it can be annoying. And that’s okay. You do annoying shit too. We’re both people, it happens. Just fucking tell me next time, and I’ll either figure out something else to do or you can leave. I won’t be mad if you’re working on a film and you can’t do it here because I’m jumping up and down and whistling fucking Nintendo music.”

David smiled a little at that, before sighing, and he looked up at Matteo again and said, “I know you’re not stupid. I don’t know why I didn’t just fucking talk to you.”

“Because you’re a man, which makes you a fucking idiot,” Matteo said, reaching out to punch David’s knee and smirking a little when David looked back up at him, “Hans taught me that last night.”

“Oh, you talked to Hans about it,” David said, nodding his head, “that explains why he seemed pissed when he let me in.”

“Yeah, sorry about him,” Matteo said, and then looked up at David’s face and frowned a little, and quietly said, “I really don’t like being mad at you.”

“I’m sorry I made you mad.” David said, reaching out and putting a hand on Matteo’s knee slowly so Matteo could stop him if he wanted. The touch made something twist in Matteo’s torso, and without saying anything he scooted forward on the bed until he was in David’s lap, and he curled up tight as David sighed and wrapped his arms around him. 

“Don’t do it again,” Matteo said, only half joking as he jabbed a finger into David’s side to emphasize his point. He smiled at David’s quiet laugh, and cuddled closer into David’s chest when he felt David lean down to kiss him on the forehead.