#this took so much longer than i thought it would holy shit lmao

[franky-y]

a drawing of Häärijä because why not

[loaksky]

— 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴

the deets  — you are a warrior of very few words, yet oftentimes your gaze betrays you. this widens the rift between you and the eldest sully, but will seeking refuge with the metkayina soothe the burn? especially when the alleviation comes in the form of a certain ocean boy? 

the who — ao’nung x fem tipani!reader, a lil neteyam x fem!tipani reader

the word count — 7.1k (i thought this was gonna be longer, regardless i have zero self control)

the tags — slight e2l (you and ao’nung get off on the wrong foot), unofficial love triangle (reader has two people hooked lmao), angst (wouldn’t be me without a little heartache), fluff. 

the warnings — language, ao’nung’s a cheeky lil shit, neteyam’s in denial and makes things difficult. ao'nung gives reader a lil kith.

the notes — this is my first request! it took me a moment to finish this because i wanted to really research the tipani to characterize reader the best i could. similarly, i feel like we don’t see much of ao’nung past the point of him being a little shit in the movie, so i had to take some creative liberties regarding his character. thank you so much to the anon who requested! this is so long, holy shit, but i hope i did it justice! :) 

(also not proofread well, my bad lmaooo).

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YOU WERE BORN TO FIGHT. That was what your mother and father had told you day in and day out, from the rise of the sun, to the last eclipse. It was what they had told you when you began your training, when you had started to deepen your studies, and finally, when they clung to their final breaths in the smog of the burning jungle. 

Your village was scarce, a dying lot, as families broke off and settled farther into the jungle, high above the forest floors and into the canopies of the looming trees. 

Jake had heard about you, heard about your dwindling family, your mighty spirit. You were barely older than his eldest, just shy of ten when he’d taken you in, told the clan to revere you as their own. You were tough to crack, stoic, quiet, as you grew into a force to be reckoned with.

The only thing that chipped your facade came in the form of Jake Sully’s oldest son. 

Neteyam, you’d come to realize, was always the diligent one; courageous, firm, and commanded any space he occupied. But he was curious about you. Curious about the lone wolf who wouldn’t even bat an eye in his direction. He poked and prodded, tried as he might, to crack a smile out of you in the first year or two, but found that you gave little reaction. The slightest tilt of the corner of your lips, the most infinitesimal furrow between your brow bones. It was triumph enough, but then things started to shift. 

Though you’d softened around the Sully’s, especially Kiri who, despite being two years your junior, had doted on you like an older sister, Jake had seen potential in you and Neteyam as the fiercest duo. 

It was only normal to consistently pair you two during your training, forcing the hands of time to twine you closer together as your iknimaya drew nearer. You’d both succeeded with flying colors and it was the first time Neteyam had touched you, crushing you in a hug so tight, you felt the breath and the sense leave your body. 

You begrudgingly admit that from that moment on, you were wrapped around his finger. 

Your heart would swell dangerously behind your ribcage every time his hand would come up to pat your head affectionately, stomach twisting in on itself when he’d flash you a pearly smile after each successful hunt. Neteyam made you feel, and it thrilled and horrified you all the same.

But despite basking in the warmth of his company, of being intertwined so intricately, you still feel grossly misplaced.

The thought of letting him in on the fact that he’s swayed your heart leaves a horrid taste in your mouth. 

“It’s not like you to back down,” Kiri tells you as she helps you roll beaded tops and woven loincloths into the small satchel you’d designated for the flight to Awa’atlu. 

The humans were closing in and Jake was growing desperate. 

You stop, tongue in cheek as you settle back on your haunches. 

“Some things are better left unsaid,” you reply, hands clasping in your lap as you level Kiri with a soft gaze through your thick lashes. 

“Perhaps,” Kiri hums. “But will it settle well with you in the future when you think about your inaction?” 

You stiffen a fraction, knowing that Kiri’s insinuation is a heavy one. 

Will you be able to live without him knowing? Will it settle well when Neteyam courts another?

You doubt it will, but pride can be an ugly thing. You’d been taught by your parents, by your surroundings that reading into things farther than you must will only leave you scathed. You’re afraid to piece every lingering touch, every furtive glance, every sweet smile into something that paints an unwanted picture. 

“The worst he could say is no,” Kiri presses. “You are his equal, his dearest friend. You could never ruin that.” 

Kiri squashes every doubt you have with her encouraging words, so you take the plunge.

Neteyam is almost finished preparing for the journey when you poke your head into his tent, cheeks warm and blood pulsing erratically in your veins. 

“One last walk through the forest?” you offer.

Neteyam grins from ear to ear, excusing himself before ducking out of the tent to meet you outside. 

“Lead the way,” he gestures, voice deep like the velvet of the night sky. 

You’re clammy as you walk a few paces in front of him, tongue tied and wracked with nerves as the forest comes alive so brightly around you. The bugs chirp and croak as you cross over fallen logs and climb through the dense flora. 

You’re so deep in your head that you barely register Neteyam calling your name. It’s only when his hand clasps around your wrist that you jerk to a stop, neck craning to take in the concern that mars his freckled face. 

“Everything okay?” he asks, head tilting to get a better look at you. 

“I need to tell you something,” you blurt, swallowing down the courage threatening to escape your body. 

“Of course,” he says, hand lacing with yours. “You can tell me anything.”

A breath catches in your throat before you finally spill.

“I don’t know what our future holds, but…” you trail off, distracted with how intensely he gazes down at you. 

“But?” 

“But I know that I want you in it,” you say, blinking when you realize that’s not at all how you wanted that to come out. 

Neteyam’s head tilts again, this time confusion crosses his features. 

You try again. 

“What I mean to say is, I— well… I like you,” you admit, looking up to meet his golden gaze. 

His face softens and your heart picks up speed. 

“Oh, ________,” he whispers. 

“Maybe I’ve always felt like this, I don’t know,” you continue, steeling your resolve. “But being around you, being with you, makes me feel light. Like I don’t have to bear the weight of the burden all on my own.” 

You realize that this is beginning to go south when his mouth purses and instead of seeing you, he begins to look like he pities you. 

“I’m sorry,” is all he says as he pulls his hand from your own. “We’re friends, ________.” 

You look up at him and it feels like the forest has stilled enough for someone to strike it and shatter the peace. 

“That’s all,” he reiterates. “I’m— I’m flattered, don’t misunderstand. You’re great, lovely, but…I don’t see you in that way.” 

You recoil like you’ve been burned and Neteyam looks guilty. 

“But…” 

“C’mon,” he says, almost pleadingly. “We grew up together. You’re apart of my family. You’re like a si—“ 

“Don’t,” you whisper. “Don’t say it please.” 

Neteyam sighs, deflating. 

“I love you, you know that,” he urges. “But not in that way.” 

Your lips press together tightly, shame filling every available space within you as you feel like the most minuscule speck underneath his burning eyes. 

It’s like you’re both rooted to the earth, unable to part from the other, but you eventually fold first, backing away from his towering stance. 

“________,” he sighs, like you’re just another task he has to deal with. 

“Sorry,” you murmur. “I’m sorry.” 

And you steal off into the glowing forest. 

The waters of Awa’atlu glitter as you close in on the reefs. You lag behind the Sully’s, thoroughly taken by the prior night’s rejection. 

You almost miss the tilt of the voyage, falling even further behind. 

Neteyam peers over his shoulder, immediately noting your lack of focus as you fly with a wide berth between you and his family. 

He falls back. 

“You okay?” he asks over the flapping of wings. 

He notices the puffs underneath your eyes when your gaze flits to him, but like a wall erecting itself, your face goes blank. You lean forward on your ikran and press her to move forward. 

Neteyam is left at the rear now, watching you fall in tandem with Kiri who seems to light up at your first display of emotion. 

The sun gleams againstglinting blue tides as silence blankets the newcomers, the only thing piercing the stillness is the squawk of the birds and the ripple of the waves. 

You stand behind Kiri, staggered in a shallow of sand among the Sully's. You're the smallest of them all, hidden from view as the Metkayina begin murmuring. 

“What a freak.” 

Something tugs hard on your tail, and like muscle memory, your fist is flying. Your knuckles are caught before they strike and you look up into the foamy eyes of a towering boy whose skin is a gentle blue. 

You pull your tail back, ears flat as you level him with a nasty glare. 

The smirk playing at his lips disintegrates as Jake’s voice announces that his family are seeking refuge among the reefs. 

You turn your attention back to the front as the woman, fierce despite being with child, takes Lo’ak’s hand and thrusts it towards the sky, announcing that his extra finger denotes demon blood. 

The villagers gasp and you take a step forward, fists balled so tight you feel like they could burst through the skin. Lo’ak’s head is bowed, refusing to meet the intensity of the clan’s prying eyes, and you feel helpless.

Kiri squeezes your shoulder as Jake attempts to quell the crowd by hold up his own hands. 

The murmuring intensifies as the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik stand at a distance, staring at each other in a silent exchange. 

“Show them our ways,” the Olo’eyktan says after a final verdict. “So that they may not suffer the shame of being useless.” 

Your body is rigid, tense as another ripple of speculation flutters through the crowd. 

“My children will spearhead this by showing them the way of the water,” he says. 

A deep voice makes a noise of protest behind you and your fist tightens around the strap of the satchel slung across your body, temper beginning to tick like a bomb ready to detonate. 

The daughter of the leaders, Tsireya, is the one to show you to the marui that you’ll all occupy. It’s an empty one, uninhabited and clear of any belongings. 

Tuk runs in, tossing her things to the wayside as she begins her inspection. 

“Get settled in well, we will begin our first lesson before eclipse,” Tsireya smiles, then turns to you, trailing behind the Sully’s like their shadow per usual. 

“I’m sorry about Ao’nung,” she says quietly, and you look up at the girl whose dimples dent her rounded cheeks. 

“An apology means nothing if doesn’t come from the aggressor,” you say flatly, hiking up the roll of fabric tucked underneath your arm. 

Tsireya’s ears flatten, her smile faltering as she nods her head. 

“I suppose you’re correct,” she agrees. “The villagers are very steadfast in their ways. When change arrives, they are hesitant, but they’ll come around, promise.” 

She takes your hand and gives your fingers a squeeze. 

“Tell your friends not to be late,” she coos, pulling away from you to bound down the path you’d all come from moments before. 

When you turn, Neteyam stands before you, skin dewy under the unrelenting heat of the pounding sun. 

“Can I get this for you?” he asks, reaching for the items tucked under your arms. 

You ease away, almost as skittish as the first nights you’d joined the Sully’s all those years ago. You feel shamefully like you’re back to square one as you shake your head wordlessly and Neteyam looks down at you with an indiscernible look on his face. 

“________,” he murmurs, and you name sounds like a broken plea on his lips. 

You push past him, taking a quick survey of your surroundings as you claim the level up, hammock tightened around two support posts under a woven canopy. 

Your things are thrown haphazardly underneath the hammock and with your satchel, you’re steering quickly out of the marui. 

“Hey, kid, where you running off to?” Jake calls out. 

“Out,” is all you reply, steps quick down the unfamiliar webbing of the maruis’ woven walkways. 

You’re on edge all over again, like you have to restart all of your valiant efforts to feel any semblance of comfort among another new clan. When you’d joined the Omatikaya, you were able to grasp onto the slivers of belonging through blending into the background, but now, as you pass villagers with skin as glittering and blue as the ocean, tails strong, and figures built, you feel so grossly misplaced. 

You search for less, eyes falling near a swathe of shady trees and a shallow pool in the distance. 

Your pursuit is futile as three looming figures emerge and begin surrounding you, basking you in their shadows. 

“Are you a five-fingered freak like them?” One of them tries to swoop to grab your hand, but you recoil like their touch is acidic. 

“Leave me alone,” you grumble, attempting to push past them. 

Someone tugs sharply on your tail and you jerk back, hands and knees burrowing into the sharp grains of sand. A hand comes up to grab you by the top of your head, forcing your face skywards. 

His curly hair is braided out of his face, the purse of his lips menacing. 

“I asked you a question, weirdo.” 

You hiss and his face contorts. 

“I should—“ 

“Wune,” the voice is a warning. 

A grunt of annoyance. 

Wune lets go of your hair and pulls away from you. You all look in the direction of the voice, and your blood seems to curdle when you see the one who’d yanked your tail earlier in the day. 

Ao’nung.

His chin jerks in the other direction and the three pass each other a knowing glance before retreating, leaving you to fall into a seated position against the sand. 

You surprise yourself when tears begin to well in your eyes involuntarily. 

“You okay?” Ao’nung asks hesitantly, crouching in front of you. 

“Piss off,” you whisper, climbing to your feet as you quickly brush the tears from your waterline. 

“Wait—“ 

“I said piss off,” you hiss, stalking away. 

Awa’atlu is beautiful right before eclipse, sky bathed in orange and purples. 

You’ve rejoined the Sully’s after your encounter with the three Metkayina boys and Ao’nung. Now you’re seated with the four siblings, Tsireya, and another friendly face that you’ve been introduced to as Rotxo. 

“The way of water has no beginning and no end,” Tsireya says. “Our hearts beat in the womb of the world.” 

Your heart beats fast now, like you’ve just run from one end of the forest to another. It beats erratically under Neteyam’s unrelenting gaze. He looks like he’s dissecting you, trying to pry into your mind and you hate that things have come to this. 

You hate that one evening has shattered the careful friendship that you and Neteyam have built over the course of many tumultuous years. You want to find comfort in his presence, know with your soul that he’d tuck your hair behind your ear and tell you that things would be alright. But now you feel like you two are distant strangers. 

“The sea is your home, before your birth and after your death.” 

You want to argue that you know no home, that the wind seems to carry you where it may, but you bite your tongue and you zone out of her lecture.

You only tune back in when the hairs on the back of your neck stand at the arrival of a new body. 

“Mother and father say that it’s time to prepare for the evening meal.” 

After hearing the voice twice in the day, you recognize the timbre. 

Ao’nung stands tall, chest broad and eyes bright. 

They settle on you in an instant, and you feel indescribably smaller as Tsireya announces that she will continue during the morning’s eclipse. 

Everyone begins to stand, brushing the residual sand from their skin as they begin to file away. 

You’re startled to a stop when your name comes from Neteyam’s lips and a gentle hand latches onto your forearm. 

You look down to see strong fingers lighter than your own holding onto you. Then your gaze flits to Neteyam who stands a few feet away, words dying on his tongue. 

Ao’nung tugs lightly and you look up to meet softened eyes. 

“Can I borrow you for a moment?” he asks. He notices the apprehensive look on your face as you peel away from him, then adds, “I’ll be quick.” 

Neteyam opens his mouth to protest on your behalf, but you flash him a pensive look and he stops in his tracks, watching as you turn your slender back towards him and follow the lumbering Metkayina.

When the two of you are alone, you dig your toe into the sand, hands clasped behind your back as you wait for Ao’nung to break the silence and get on with it. 

“I want to apologize,” he finally says, when you’re out of earshot of the village and the curious Sully’s who’d noted the entire exchange. 

You look up at him, brow bone raised. 

“For?” 

“For being mean,” he says, “I was inappropriate.” 

“Is this your sister talking?” you ask crudely, but he doesn’t flinch at the venom in your tone.

Instead, he smiles down at you. 

“No,” he assures you. “One hundred percent me, promise.” 

You look down at your feet, still fidgeting with the sand. 

“I guess…” you trail off. 

“You guess?” he prods.

“I guess we’re okay,” you say hesitantly. 

Ao’nung hums. 

“Good,” he concedes. “Great. I’m glad.” 

You flash him a bored look through thick lashes and his lips twitch as he stares down at you with piercing eyes. 

“I can be dumb,” he says, grin widening. “My family says I don’t know how to act around nice things.” 

Your cheeks warm as you avoid his eyes, breaking away to catch up with Kiri and Tuk.

After dinner, in the quiet of the Sully’s marui, you lie in the hammock you claimed earlier in the day, hands folded underneath your head as you gaze at the stars. 

“My dad came from a star,” Lo’ak had said to you one night, eliciting the smallest of smiles. 

As you comb through each one, you burn to be up there. A digging desire to only know about shining bright and being wished so hard upon. 

There are nights like these where everything feels heavy, where your shoulders sag underneath the pressure of being a great warrior. You wonder what life could be like had the RDA spared your village, had you not gone off into the forest to hunt, had you—

He’s a barely perceptible shadow under the glow of the moon and ocean, slinking down the woven path between pods. 

Like a whisper of wind, you climb out of your hammock and over sleeping bodies. 

As you slip out of the marui, you don’t notice the pair of sleepy eyes on your retreating figure. 

Before he even knows what’s going on, you’re scurrying over the thick branches, following his path until he hits the intersection right before the Sully’s quarters. 

You jump down and intersect Ao’nung, hand coming over his mouth before he can shout in shock. His eyes are wide as you stand on your tip toes, other hand coming to your lips to gesture for him to be quiet. 

“What are you doing?” you hiss quietly. 

His fingers come to your wrist, nudging your palm from his mouth to reveal a beaming smile. 

“I was coming for you,” he admits. 

“Why?” you press, shaking his hold away when you realize that he’d still been grasping your wrist.

“Have you ridden an ilu before?” he asks. 

You shift uncomfortably. 

“No,” you answer shortly. 

“You wanna?” he offers. 

“No.” 

He frowns. 

“Swimming?”

“Pass.” 

“I have fruits,” he singsongs. 

“Ao’nung,” you warn.

“Is it so wrong to want to spend time with you?” he asks, hands up in defense. 

“Why would you want to?” you ask accusingly. “Your village sees us as demons and I’m included in that whether it applies to me or not. I’ll stay out of your way, just leave me alone.” 

“I don’t think you’re a demon,” Ao’nung says gently. “If anything, I- I think you’re great.” 

“You don’t know me,” you spit. 

“I know enough,” Ao’nung says with finality. “I know that you are strong and your spirit is kind. Ewya has let me feel as such.” 

Your expression is lethal, but Ao’nung doesn’t back down. 

“One night,” he says quietly. “Spend one night with me.” 

The following silence stretches eternally before something magnetic pulls you towards Ao’nung’s honeyed gaze. You chance a glance over your shoulder, met with stillness and the minute laps of the ocean on the shore. 

When you meet his eyes again, you nod once, hesitantly, and he’s taking your hand to tug you into the glowy night. 

Ao’nung returns you before the sun rises, a few early risers giving you two curious glances as he walks you to where you’d ambushed him the night before.

You wave to him hesitantly, sighing in relief when you you creep back into the marui and find everyone fast asleep, splayed over one another like a big heap. 

You climb over limbs and snoring bodies, finally settling in your hammock to watch the beginnings of the eclipsing sun brighten the village. 

You don’t notice the same bleary eyes watching you from where he’s laid on the floor, Lo’ak’s head weighing on his stomach and Tuk smushed onto his armpit. 

They’re the same eyes that watch you all morning, as his family gets up one by one, stretching their lithe limbs and tidying up before being called for the day’s first meal. 

Neteyam is watchful, stealing glances as you file behind his family from the pod to the clan circle, now buzzing with hungry villagers as the sun shines high in the sky. 

But he doesn’t say a word, silent as you choose the seat farthest from him. Quiet as you blink your eyes sleepily, barely registering Tuk’s excited blabbering about all of the new things she can make with the shells and supplies here. 

“Give it a rest,” Lo’ak grumbles from beside him. 

He snaps out of his reverie, eyes narrowing in on his brother. 

“What?” 

“You’ve been watching ________ all morning,” Lo’ak chides. “She’s locked up tight, bro. No way you’re getting her.” 

Neteyam’s blood curdles at the thought, wanting to tell his brother to shove it. But you’d shut him out the past few days, the sting of his rejection obviously driving a wedge between the two of you. 

“Shut up,” he grumbles. 

He hates that you’d gone from being inseparable to being strangers overnight. But what he hates even more is the way Ao’nung drops onto the log next to you and you don’t even flinch, just pass him a bored gaze that makes him beam. 

He watches you closely, eyes glued to your every move. 

Something ugly roils inside of him as Ao’nung offers you a braided bag and you hesitantly take a piece of dried meat from him, face morphing as you give him a nod of approval. 

Ao’nung looks proud of of himself as he balances the bag next to him on the log and leans towards you almost imperceptibly. Neteyam expects you to put distance between the two of you, but you barely bat an eye, watching intently as Ao’nung talks animatedly. 

Lo’ak scoffs beside him and Neteyam stomach turns.

Hours bleed into days, days bleed into weeks, and for once, you feel like things could be alright. The breathing gets easier, the learning comes faster, and something feels peaceful being near the ocean. 

The only thing that hadn’t been amended was the gaping hole that separated you from Neteyam, but in the company of a certain Olo’eyktan’s only son, you don’t feel the burn as much. 

You watch him now, as he treads water with Rotxo and the two Sully boys, walking them through the procedure of hunting under water and how to maximize their kills. 

“…and the reefs underwater…” 

He’s one and the same with the tides, mighty and commanding as his veined hands gesture confidently. One moment, he’s focused on his instruction intently, the next he’s glancing at you. 

You feel hot in the warm waters as your cheeks flame under a genuine smile. Neteyam follows his line of sight, body tensing in the water when he sees the shy look on your face. 

He’s not the only one who notices as Kiri feigns a gag and Tsireya pauses her spiel to giggle at the obvious exchange. 

“Oh, ________,” she whispers giddily. 

Your eyes swing to the group of girls surrounding you as Tuk lets out a gleeful laugh and pinches you under the water. 

“Ouch!” 

“________ has a crush,” Tuk singsongs obnoxiously. 

You knuckle her forehead and give her a warning glare than only sends her into a frenzy, laughing and splashing as she seeks protection from Kiri. 

“Stop that!” you whisper fiercely. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve gone soft,” Kiri moans. 

“No!” you say, a little too quickly. “No.”

No one in your circle looks convinced as Tsireya closes her lesson and leads the three of you to wade out of the waters. 

“It’s okay, you know?” Kiri says once you’ve reached your belongings and sling your trusty satchel over your front. 

You give her an inquisitive look and she throws her head back and laughs. 

“I know you sneak out to meet with Ao’nung at night,” she admits quietly. “I love my stupid brother, but it’s okay to move on.” 

You blanche, embarrassed at having been caught. 

After the first night, when he’d taken you for a swim with his ilu and you’d gasped in both fear and delight as the creature cut through the waters to sail through the air, he had started to frequently come back for you in the wee hours after eclipse. It had turned from you clocking him as he approached the Sully’s pod, to you standing off the side of the path he usually crossed, waiting for him. 

The first night you’d done that, his smile was so sweet, you felt something fluttering in your tummy. 

Among one of those late night excursions, while you both were splayed on the beach after a particularly adventurous swim, Ao’nung had told you he wouldn’t mind showing you all the beautiful things Awa’atlu had to offer, you just had to say the words. And you had reluctantly agreed, heart locked away tight. 

You hate to admit that he’s done well chiseling away every effort you’d made to remain snug behind your walls. He had coaxed you out with soft words, sweet fruits, meaningful talks. And you absolutely melted like putty in his hands. 

“We are head and heart,” Kiri says gently. “Sometimes it’s okay to listen to your heart.” 

You swallow under Kiri’s sympathetic gaze. 

“You’ve been strong for a long time, ________,” she states simply. “Your feelings are not a weakness.” 

You nod as she rejoins Tuk and Tsireya a few strides away.

A few moments later, a voice is warm in the shell of your sensitive ears. 

“What adventure awaits after eclipse?” Ao’nung asks lightly. 

You resist smiling up at him, but fail miserably when his webbed fingers come up to move hair from your face. 

“I have seeds of a spartan fruit,” you say quietly. “If you know of anywhere to plant them.” 

“I can make something work,” he assures you, thumb brushing your cheek, then pinching gently with a toothy smile. “Our usual place?” 

You bow your head, cheeks hot. 

“Of course.” 

“Alright, little leaf,” he bids, that stupid nickname he’d called you one of the first nights, sticking. “See you then.” 

He’s walking back in the direction of the other boys, cutting across the sand as they venture towards the heart of the clan’s village. 

As you pick up the remainder of your items, you don’t realize a body has stayed behind. 

“Little leaf?” It comes out as a scoff, mocking as your whirl on your heel and find Neteyam standing over you. “What’s your deal with him?”

You blink hard. 

“What are you talking about?”

“You an Ao’nung,” Neteyam bites, temper short. “What’s going on between you two?” 

Annoyance pinches the back of your brain as you look off into the roll of the shallow tides, then turn your attention back to the eldest Sully. For the first time in an infinite amount of moments, you don’t feel like falling into him. 

“He’s my friend,” you decide to say, sucking in a deep breath in hopes of calming your racing nerves. “Is that alright with you?” 

Neteyam’s glare doesn’t falter. 

“Just your friend?” he accuses. “I know you meet with him after eclipse, don’t think you have anyone fooled. Why?” 

“What do you mean why?” you counter, unable to keep the edge from your tone. 

“Why are you sneaking around with someone you barely know after dark, ________?” he grills. “Don’t be dense.” 

“Ao’nung is kind to me,” you argue. “He shows me about his life, about the villagers and the way of the water.” 

“And what, I’m not kind to you?” Neteyam bristles. “Tsireya can’t show you all of those things?” 

Your face scrunches in annoyance. 

“You’re being unreasonable, Neteyam,” you scoff. 

“I’m being unreasonable?” he asks in disbelief. “Ao’nung is just like the rest of the village, ________. You really thinking that in front of everyone else, he doesn’t shun us all the same?” 

“No, Neteyam, I don’t,” you retort. “Because Ao’nung is nice. He goes to great lengths to make me feel welcome, like Awa’atlu is home.”

“So he puts on a show and you’re so willing to be with him, huh?” Neteyam seethes quietly. “We’re your home, ________. Ao’nung is earning brownie points with his parents having you hooked, but do you really think he sees you?” 

You swallow, biting the inside of your cheek as you stare up at Neteyam in resignation. 

“You can be so callous sometimes,” you whisper, turning to leave the conversation. 

“I’m not done talking to you,” Neteyam sighs. 

“Well, I am.” 

You never make it back to the marui that night, still embarrassed that two of Sully’s had noticed that you were ditching your hammock as soon as the village turned in for the evenings. Instead, you wander around the beaches, collecting shells and little trinkets for morning handicrafts with Tuk. 

After the island glows both from the luminescence of the habitat and the moon, you stand post, waiting for the familiar pad of Ao’nung’s feet over the sand. You watch the stars up above to distract you, fingers twitching as you recall your argument with Neteyam earlier in the day. 

You know he was looking for chords to strike, but something akin to insecurity begins to root itself inside of you as the stars begin shifting further and further, indicating that a wide span of time has elapsed. The village is still, but your mind is racing as Ao’nung’s whereabouts remain a mystery. 

Regardless you wait. You wait so long, you’d resorted to planting yourself in the sand, and after what felt like infinity, the morning eclipse begins. When the village starts to turn over for the day, curtains and drapery being pulled back to reveal slowly waking families, you finally stand, heart in your hands. 

When you return to your pod, Neteyam is already up, posted on the edge of the walkway with his toes in the water. 

He’s shooting up when he sees you. 

“Where have you been?” he demands as you draw nearer. 

His face softens when he sees the first tear arch over your sculpted cheekbone. 

You quickly wipe it away. 

“No where,” you grumble, pushing past him. 

“________,” he urges. 

You deflect his reaching hands. 

“I’m serious, Neteyam,” you warn, the look in your golden eyes deadly. “Leave me alone.” 

Despite not seeing Ao’nung the entirety of the day, you return to your post the next night, hoping the night prior had been a fluke. The seeds of the spartan fruit are held tight in your fist and you use them as a vessel to wish hard. But it’s futile when the stars that map the skies continue to inch and you continue to wait. 

On the fourth night of Ao’nung’s absence, you decide to get to the bottom of things. 

You weave through the maruis, into the village’s circle right before eclipse. You spot Tsireya first, then him. He isn’t hard to miss when you’ve grown to know the drape of his curling hair and the bass of his hearty laugh. 

Rotxo, who sits opposite them, notices you first and his smile falters. 

Ao’nung’s neck cranes and his face shutters as he locks eyes with you. 

“________, hi,” he greets simply. 

“Hi?” you parrot, the spartan seeds you were beginning to use as a safety blanket clutched tight in your fist. “That’s it?” 

Ao’nung turns completely, waving off his sister and Rotxo as he stands to his full height. 

“What are you—“ 

“I waited for you,” you hiccup, shocked at the emotion that hijacks every morsel of resolve and composure you’ve always kept a tight lid on. “I waited for you, but you never came.” 

Ao’nung’s hands are on your shoulders, nudging you to a more private area, an alcove hidden among arched and gnarled tree roots. 

“________, I don’t understand,” he says quietly. “You—“ 

“I waited for you so that we could plant these stupid seeds and—“ 

Your unfurled fist catches his attention and his eyes widen when he sees that you’ve gripped them so hard in your hands, your palms are bleeding. 

He makes a move to grab you injured hand, but your fist tightens again. 

“This is inappropriate,” Ao’nung says sharply, eyes pleading. 

“What is?” you ask desperately. 

“You and me,” he says, like it should make sense. “This isn’t right.” 

Like a time warp, you’re brought back to the glowing forest before your departure. You see Neteyam’s disappointed expression, the twinge of disgust lacing his features at the thought of wanting you like you wanted him. 

Your heart shatters. 

Just when you thought you were getting over it all. Just when you thought that Ao’nung made you feel alive. Made you feel things you’d never felt before, he was extinguishing every sweet moment. If he was trying to cut ties before you could fall, it was too late. He was dousing the flames that had grown to engulf him and you don’t know how much more you can take. 

“Why would you do this?” you whisper brokenly. “I wanted to be left alone. Why would you force yourself into my life if you don’t want to be in it in the first place? Why would you make me want you?” 

Ao’nung’s expression turns sour. 

“I want to be there for you, ________,” he says fiercely. “You shine so bright and you are so incredible, you don’t even know it, but I can’t do this.” 

“Why?” you hoarse. 

“You are promised to someone else,” he says vehemently. “This entire time, I have sought you out with the intention of making you mine, but your heart belongs to someone else.” 

Your face crumples. 

“What are you— I don’t—“ 

“Neteyam told me to stay away from you,” Ao’nung says. “That you two would solidify your union once it was safe to go back home.” 

“No,” you interject. “That’s not—“ 

“Don’t be cruel,” he says quietly. “I don’t think I can take it.” 

“No, Neteyam and I are nothing,” you spit. “We—“ 

The fury hits you full force as you pull away from Ao’nung and stalk away. 

You don't you hear him rushing to catch up with you. It’s like you’re underwater, hearing muffled as you map the woven path to the Sully’s marui. 

Everything is absolutely red as you clock him.

Neteyam is laughing with Lo’ak and Kiri when you approach. 

The expression on your face is murderous when he looks up and he pales as he stands to meet your barreling figure. You’re shoving him away from you as soon as he steps in your immediate space. 

“How could you?” you cry out. 

Kiri and Lo’ak’s eyes are wide at your outburst, the warrior of few words teeming with anger and emotion as you square your shoulders. Kiri nudges Lo’ak’s shoulder and gestures towards their marui to give you two some privacy. 

“________—“ 

“You told Ao’nung we were promised to each other?” you press, finger jabbing his chest heatedly. 

His face contorts as his spine straightens. 

“Yes, ________, I did,” he confirms, nearly smug.

“Why?” you cry out. “After everything, why would you—“ 

“You’re mine, ________,” he blurts, fists shaking as he closes in on you. “All mine, and I refuse to let anyone have you. Especially Ao’nung.” 

The boy who stands before you is unrecognizable, so taken by anger and envy. 

“You’re heartless,” you whimper. 

“Me?” he asks incredulously, voice breaking as he comes up to grab you by your biceps. “You– You made me fall for you and suddenly you–“ 

“I liked you first,” you choke, eyes searching his wildly. “I liked you first and you told me that you were sorry. In that moment, I could see how you saw me. Pitiful, coarse, misplaced. Ao’nung doesn’t make me feel that way.” 

“Ao’nung doesn’t—“ 

“For once in my life, I feel okay. I feel like I can finally breathe, and that upsets you? You’re jealous? All I’ve known is the forest from a distance, coinciding with clans that make me feel like an outsider! When it’s me and him, that’s all it is, just two souls existing together. This is the first time I can say such.” Your voice is hoarse, drawing wandering eyes. 

Neteyam’s face softens. 

His entire time growing up with you in the forest, he’d never seen you display as much of yourself as you had in this moment. He can feel it pouring from you, every feeling you’d kept locked tight in your heart. He sees it in your eyes, nearly feral as you tremble in his hold. 

“You love him?” It comes out more like a statement, his chest heaving. 

Love. A word that holds the weight of a thousand suns. Four letters that seal your fate. 

Did you love Ao’nung? 

No. You didn’t, but maybe…maybe you could learn to. You could learn to love him just how he’d learned you, how he meticulously dismantled every doubt you had in him. 

“I could,” you whisper. 

Neteyam’s grasp loosens and he looks wounded as he backs away from you, peering down at you like he doesn’t recognize the person you’ve become. 

As the cloud dissipates, you become aware of the eyes watching the entire debacle. 

You shrink, mortified that nearly the entire village knows of your feelings for their Olo’eyktan’s son. 

You turn on your heel to flee, but a sturdy body stands a few feet away, leaned against one of the twisted trunks of a tree supporting the surrounding maruis. 

You swallow. 

“A-Ao’nung,” you splutter. 

His smile is soft, knowing, as he pushes off the tree and comes to stand in front of you. 

“You’re popular, little leaf.” 

You buckle, head bowing in embarrassment. 

“I’m sorry, Ao’nung,” you murmur. “I…” 

His hand comes around your head and pushes your face into the smooth skin of his chest. 

You soften.

“Why are you sorry?” he asks, hand caressing your loosening braids.

“This must be embarrassing,” you whisper. 

He spins your bodies, tugging you back down along the path you marched to confront Neteyam. 

“You could never embarrass me,” he assures you, guiding you towards the village circle. One of his hands turns yours over, inspecting the tiny wounds as you two hurry along. “Let’s get you fixed up, okay?” 

You can barely swallow around the lump forming in your throat as he climbs up into an empty pod used for treating the wounded and helps you up. 

“Sit,” he coaxes, striding to the ledges of supplies, meticulously organized by his own mother. 

You obey, tears streaking your cheeks as you tuck one leg under the other. You don’t feel like the mighty warrior Jake and many of the Omatikaya have made you out to be all of these years. 

You feel small, and you feel weak. All because of a boy. 

“Hand, please,” he says gently, kneeling in front of you with an arm full of remedies. 

You oblige, offering your shaky hand, palm up. 

The blood has dried, revealing small little angry lacerations that sting when he pours a thin liquid to clean them. You hiss and the tears start again. 

“Stop,” he murmurs, wiping away the rivulets that slip. “Stop crying.” 

“I’m sorry,” you repeat, fist balling involuntarily when he slathers a viscous mixture on your palm that soothes the burns. 

“Stop apologizing,” he says softly. “You have nothing to be sorry for.” 

He places a leaf over your palm and then wraps your hand in a soft cloth that sates the ache. When you’re all patched up, he brings your fingers to his lips, then holds them tightly in his lap. 

“I need to hear it for myself,” he sighs.

“Hear what?” you croak. 

“Every moment I spent with you since your arrival has been precious to me,” Ao’nung says. “I want you to say it to me.” 

You’re in knots, swallowing hard as he blurs. 

You take a gasping breath as you will yourself not to cry. 

“I want you, Ao’nung. I see you,” you warble. “And I’m petrified to admit it because admitting it means I’m being vulnerable, but I want you to see me too.” 

His lips curve, pulling you forward so that you have to catch yourself on your uninjured hand. 

“You scared me for a little there,” he whispers, mouth a hairsbreadth from yours. “I don’t know what I would do if all that time we spent together meant nothing to you.” 

You swallow for the thousandth time. 

“Never,” you shudder. 

His smile widens. 

“You’re not gonna stop me, are you?” he asks, lips ghosting yours as his eyes search your own. 

“No,” you murmur.

“Good,” he sighs.

He kisses you like you’re delicate, pulling you into him to taste every unspoken word you’ve held onto since the first night he came to you. 

When he pulls away from you, forehead resting against yours, he’s so quiet when he whispers. 

But you hear him all the same. 

“I see you, little leaf.” 

an — AHH second full length oneshot is done! if you've made it this far, i thank you again! i had so much fun writing this request and once more want to express gratitude the anon to shot me this idea! ALSO purposefully left out details of their little rendezvous' so that i could do some drabbles for them in the future! next fic is (finally) the lo'ak x reader i've been blabbing about.

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THE POPPY PLAYTIME CHAPTER 3 TRAILER IS SOOO!,?!.?.!.

What a great treat to wake up to—Excuse me while I go insane and spill some thoughts, reactions, theories, and predictions below please

ahem

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

SO LIKE FIRST OFF this chapter is gonna fuck, like this looks SO good holy shit

The setting and environment looks amazing but also the new hands mechanic along with the mask ohhhh this is gonna be FUN

Okay rambling about screenshots I took time

First off the environments look great, holy wow

The house itself looks kinda small so idk if that is the orphanage itself or some kind of set. Cause you can see fake sky walls around it, but like this is Playtime Co they would definitely do that to the orphanage also to give an illusion of outside. Either way it looks GREAT and I’m really excited to explore this setting

Just a nice shot of all the critters

I’m really curious if all the critters are gonna be utilized somehow. We know about Catnap and Dogday already, especially after the trailer itself. Though there was also the footage of Bobby running down the hall, looking like a normal plushie, and possibly seeing Hoppy in the trailer too. (I’ll touch on that later)

New Poster

Definitely looks like some company propaganda to try and keep kids from being afraid of CatNap. Judging by the files we got before looks like the results were a mixed bag. Considering the gas is there in the poster it’s definitely a company only poster, not something they could sell outside. They manipulated this kids so bad man :(

A CLEANER LOOK OF THIS THING,,,

THATS A SKELETON COMING OUT OF PUGAPILLAR’S MOUTH…Like that’s just straight up human remains.

I don’t think we’ve ever seen that before in this game. Like blood yeah plenty but BONES? They’re definitely amping things up for this chapter and I’m 100% here for it.

Besides that there’s a ton of plushies and such stabbed onto this weird thing. Is it a shrine? It doesn’t look like it could really move tbh, and if it was meant to be alive those parts aren’t doing anything to help it.

This poor mf

I’ve seen a lot of people speculate this is DogDay, which is a valid guess, but tbh my first thought was Hoppy. You can tell they have long droopy ears, which lines up with both candidates to me. Though I think the ears look a bit slimmer than what Dog Day’d would be, plus the angle on the head looks more like they’re dropping from the top of the head rather than the sides. I feel like if this was DogDay the whole head silhouette would be different because of the ears, which makes me lean towards Hoppy more.

I know her toy gives her long pointed up ears, but going off art and animation her ears can definitely fold

So I don’t think it’s out of the question that as a Bigger Bodies being her ears could fold over like that, especially while stuck like this.

Now I could be the one wrong here but I really think this is Hoppy. Won’t know until the game itself though so, I won’t treat either as divinities yet. It could just as easily be the case everyone else is right and it is DogDay, there’s evidence for that as well (Again, I’ll touch on that later).

So much happened here where do I even start

Obvious out the bat I guess, Kissy Missy is back!! And looks like Poppy isn’t ditching us alone either! Man I cannot tell it Poppy is good or not at this point, gray area? Trailer dialogue definitely sounded like she was supporting us.

“We’re coming! Just hold on!”

It’s really nice seeing Kissy back, really excited to see how she’s gonna help and play into this. I’ve been on the stance that she’s good ever since she helped in chapter 2 so this is really cathartic for me lmao.

As for what Poppy says here I found it interesting, like really interesting. Like, hearing it the first time made me think she casually confirmed something massive interesting. Granted, actually thinking about it longer, it could mean something else entirely. But was that the whole point?

“What’s happening down here is bigger than all of us. I need you. So we can revenge on those monsters who’ve tortured you, who’ve tortured us.”

“Those monsters who’ve tortured you”

Now, once I thought about it this is most likely referring to the literal monsters in the factory. Huggy, Mommy, CatNap, so on and such. But that’s not what my initial assumption was.

When Poppy referred to “monsters”, by first thought was the people working at the factory. I thought she said people at the factory tortured us.

I thought she confirmed that we’re a toy.

Once I thought about it longer, it doesn’t actually confirm that. But what if that’s the entire point? A double meaning line?

Now the player being a toy theory is something that’s been around since chapter 1, a theory I’ve fully stood by since then and still do. I like to think that’s why our character is completely silent, we’re a toy that can’t speak. Mute toys is something we’ve seen plenty of in the factory, more so than toys that actually talk. (Unless you count stuff like the Smiling Critters cartoon or the cardboard cutouts, but I’m talking purely living beings here.)

So while this doesn’t confirm the theory, this line is definitely throwing wood into the fire for me.

DogDay

Wether or not the chained Bigger Body above us DogDay or Hoppy, we have it confirmed here that DogDay is featured heavily in this chapter as an enemy. Again, I really wonder if the other Smiling Critters will show up as threats as well. Maybe a mixed bag of good and bad critters. If the chained up Bigger Body is DogDay, I wonder why he chases us after we assumingely set him free.

One note I’ll give that is to evidence for the chained bigger body being DogDay is that in the thumbnail you can see a shackle on his wrist

His arms are also long and lanky, which is why I won’t completely rule out it possibly being him there. It’s just as possible that it is him, both feel very plausible to me.

Though looking at the game footage, I’m not sure if can can see anything on his wrists. Additionally his arms look much wider than the one in thumbnail.

Additionally, the DogDay in the thumbnail looks so much like a…mascot suit? You can see seams and stitches all over him. Even other Bigger Bodies don’t look like that. Which is something I wanna give its own post to to figure deeper on.

So is this even the same DogDay at all?

It’s not completely out of the question there could be multiple DogDays, though that begs the question, what about other Smiling Critters? What about other toys as a whole?

Here’s my prediction on it. One Bigger Bodies experiment, and then there’s smaller ones approximately the size of their normal toys.

I think the DogDay in the thumbnail is a result of the Bigger Bodies testing, and the one actually chasing us is just a smaller more “normal” DogDay.

But if that’s true then it begs the question, what about other critters? We’ve seen a smaller Bobby before, does she also have a Bigger Bodies version?

Do they all have a Bigger Bodies equivalent?

Is there still a normal CatNap?

Again, all speculation but this chapter especially is really tickling my brain.

And finally we’ve got the man of the hour

Man he is so much lankier than I thought he would be. That definitely explains why his face was so high up on that one cam footage though. Here I was thinking he’d be bulky!

There isn’t too much to say here other than CatNap is definitely gonna be an imposing threat, and I’m very excited to see him in game. So far we’ve mainly seen him through silhouettes, and light peeks at small portions of his design. Seeing him better is game is gonna be a thrill and I’m so ready for it!

Additionally, just for the sake of adding on, we’ve seen these posters apparently from overseas get spread around lately

Both of these definitely look like they’re meant to be company only posters, ones you’d find in the schooling and orphanage areas.

The left poster telling kids to go inside right away when recess is up, nothing super deep here. Just a peek at the schooling that had here, and that these kids had their lives completely contained within the factory.

The second poster is CatNap telling Huggy to go to sleep, another attempt at convincing children CatNap isn’t dangerous. If Huggy is fine they will be too, right?

Anyways that’s my initial thoughts and reactions right after watching the trailer. VERY excited about this game, it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to brainstorm on my own over a game like this so I’m really looking forward to what this chapter has to give.

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My Mrs. Claus | 8 Days of SKZcember 2023

Prompt: "ho ho holy shit you look good." lmao im so sorry

❣ Summary: Who didn't want to make a statement for one of the final parties of the year? ❣  ❣ Word Count: 986 ❣ Warnings: Fluff, humor, slight suggestiveness, Jisung is a flirt but he means well ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Han is referred to as Jisung, Ji, and Baby, Reader is referred to as Jagi, Mrs. Claus, unedited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ SKZcember 2023

It was your favorite time of the year; the annual JYP Family Christmas Party finally making its appearance - a somewhat under the radar event started by a few of the seniors of the company as an opportunity for all of the artists and staff to have a night of celebrating the year’s accomplishments and catch up with friends they wouldn’t usually be able to catch up with.

Sometimes faces from other companies make an appearance, but the majority would always be JYP signed artists and even trainees - though they would only be allowed to stick around for the early hours of the party.

This year you planned to do it big - well, not big, big, but big to where you found yourself staring at a red sweater dress and a black leather belt to go across the middle currently laid out on your bed; a classic rendition of the jolly old Saint Nick, but cuter.

“You know the party starts in two hours, right?”

Rolling your eyes, you looked toward the closed door of your bedroom, as if you would miraculously gain x-ray vision to see your boyfriend on the other side. “Yes, Ji, I know!”

“And you know we said we’d meet the others before heading there, right?”

You scoffed, turning toward your vanity to start a simple makeup look, “I know - I don’t even know why you decided to come here to get ready, I could’ve just met you at the 3Racha plus Artist dorm.”

Even with the door shut, you could picture his offended expression paired with the pointedly loud gasp he made sure you would hear.

“And have to find out what my beautiful, amazing girlfriend is wearing at the same time as my friends? No way! That’s cruel and unusual punishment, Jagi.”

“Then you should know,” you started, pausing for a moment to apply foundation around your mouth and chin, “the more you talk to me, the longer I’m gonna take to get ready!”

“Can’t you just let me inside? I won’t do anything but watch!”

“Han Jisung.”

“Fine, fine - I’m going! I’ll be on the other side of the door, scared, cold, and so, so lonely.”

“Alexa, volume seven, please.”

The sound of your music grew louder, effectively putting a pacifier on Jisung’s teasing antics as you continued getting ready for the party.

It didn’t take long for you to finish your makeup and hair, and by the time you shimmied into your dress, there was a little more than an hour left on your metaphorical timer.

“Okay, baby, you can come i-”

The door swung open at lightning speed, Jisung all but falling through the doorway as he eagerly scanned your room, “Finally! Took you forever, I thought I was gonna-” His eyes landed on your form and they widened instantly, lips falling into a small ‘o’ as he took you in fully.

Bristling at the sudden attention, you found yourself consciously tugging at the hem of the dress, though it fell respectfully just above your knees, “Is it too much? I bought this not too long ago when I realized it matches your sweater and-”

“Ho, ho, holy shit, you look good!” Barely even acknowledging your nervous rambling, he made his way toward you, a wide smile growing on his lips, “Jagi, you look- wow, look at you!”

A sheepish laugh floated past your lips as you reached for the belt to top off the outfit, easily sliding it around your waist and fastening it. “Alright, alright, you don’t have to gas me up, Ji.”

“Gas you up? Baby, I don’t need a reason to gas you up, you’re already on fire!” He let out a low whistle, scanning you up and down as if you were a priceless find, “Mrs. Claus, can I sit on your lap and tell you what I want instead?”

“Jisung!” You laughed, fanning yourself in hopes of alleviating the heat of his stare and his equally heated compliments. “It’s really nothing, I’m sure there’s gonna be other people more dressed up than I am.”

“You really think that would matter to me? You could’ve dressed as the Grinch and I’d still think you were the hottest one in the room.” Walking closer to you, he slid his hands onto your hips, fingers welcoming the soft cotton dress, “You look beautiful, Jagi, really.”

Cooing softly, you leaned forward to press a soft kiss to his lips, being mindful to not smudge the red lipstick that currently painted your lips, “Thank you, baby - you look handsome too.”

Sharing one final kiss, you slipped your way out of his arms before he could be compelled to steal another kiss that would set you both back longer than necessary.

“I just need to put on my heels and we’ll be out, okay?”

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Claus, I’m just your humble elf servant here to do anything you need me to.”

Grabbing one of your black boots from the floor, you looked up at him with an arched brow, “You don’t want to be Mr. Claus?”

A sly smirk creeped its way onto his face as he shook his head, ash brown hair tickling his forehead at the motion, “Nah, Mrs. Claus getting with one of her helper elves is a way hotter concept.”

You hummed slowly, nodding your head as you slipped on your shoe, “Right, right, we’ll unpack that thought later.”

Putting on your other shoe, you were officially ready to meet with the other boys; grabbing a jacket from the closet while Jisung handled your purse and a pair of flats ‘just in case’.

“Jagi, you mind letting the guys know we’re leaving now?” Jisung called as he made sure the van was ready outside.

Humming in acknowledgement, you unlocked your phone to send a swift text to the combined group chat.

You: Mrs. Claus and her Elf are on their way 🎄

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Sunny Reflections

lmao this is pretty short but I'm about to bastardize YS so hard in this ckdoivjifjved

BFs involved: fightin!bf and Yourself

Tw: Mentions of vomiting and body dysmorphia in the beginning.

Mic had been in the bathroom for awhile, his thin frame hunching over the sink, staring down at the drain. His hair and halo were blocking most of the mirror in front of him, only being able to see the bottom edge of it. He could still taste the bile on his tongue and see the drops of saliva at the bottom of the basin.

He took a long breath through his nose but quickly gagged at the faint smell that was still lingering despite having already been flushed away. Thankfully it snapped him out of his daze before he could stare at his almost boney arms any longer than he wanted to.

He quickly spat the remaining gunk as he opened the tap fully, washing away the non existent filth off his face with rough motions. The coldness of the water and the friction on his skin had somewhat grounded him back. Right, there are still future fights that are waiting for him. . . His tail quietly swayed behind him as his body began to repump its energy back in his system, although he'd wish it were more naturally than this.

Letting out one last puff of nerves out, a big grin would natural light up his pale face and impulsively tilted his head back up to face himself. . .except it didn't look like himself. He looked more ragged than he remembered-

"Boo"

HOLY SHIT IT TALKS-

"Ouch, no need to yell. . ."

. . .

Mic stood there stupefied at the man in front of him. However the moment only lasted briefly as his face morphed into one of exaggerated amazement, completely forgetting why he was in the bathroom in the first place and grabbed the lookalike by the arm and pulled him out of the bathroom to his connected bedroom space.

He didn't catch the shocked yelp from the tall man as Mic jumped on his swivel chair and spun himself around to look at him on eye to eye level.

He couldn't stop the whirling tornado with a microphone on top as he held himself back from jumping hysterically and breaking his chair.

"HOLY SHIT YOU TALK!?"

The mirror man seemed to be stunned by the sudden 180 of the shorter fella, his shadowed eyes quickly darted around the fighter's chaotically colored but surprisingly clean room to avoid the intense eye contact.

"Uhh. . .yea-?"

The 25 year old combatant was very much visibly shaking at this point, but by the wide smile on his face it was safe to say it wasn't anything negative. He began shouting whispers to him as way to control his vocals from being too loud from the extensive energy in him, in which he would use the rest of them by jumping across to his bed like a trampoline, his little wings popping up and flutter in the same beat.

"ARE YOU ME? YOU LOOK LIKE ME! WAIT, LET'S PLAY ROCK PAPER SCISSORS TO SEE IF YOU'RE ACTUALLY ME!"

"Woah, ok. Let's, slow down the energy a little. . .and uh, sure?"

Although slightly perturbed by the fighter angel's overenthusiasm, he still accepted to play a game with him. The gesture of that alone made him ecstatic as he confidently stood on the mismatched quilt with a fist outstretched towards the lanky giant.

"Name's Mikey, or just Mic for short, haha! Wait, would my other me already know that?"

He dumbly gave it a thought or two, trying to make sense if a copy of him would still be him as amusement slowly crept on the stranger lookalike's face. He would soon bring his own arm up to give a light fist bump with Mic's. He can talk more with him after the game.

"Not that I know of. Oh, and the name's Yourself. . .but my brothers call me YS."

Mic couldn't hold back the wide grin at the reciprocation but stunned to that of pure confusion at YS's sentence.

"Wait. . .so you're also Mikey?!"

. . .

". . .You can't be serious."

[appalamutte]

life update:

i feel like i need to start referring to him by some sort of name, so he’s going to be E.

well, i finally caved and asked my other coworker-turned friend about if she’s noticed anything between E and me. because E no longer works in our office so there won’t be any work policies/professional morals i’d be breaking and she’s probably the only coworker i can truly trust, hence why we’re friends outside of work and all.

so we go out for lunch, i don’t eat much bc i’m nervous as all get out and she’s just happily munching away and talking about different office gossip. then finally, literally once the check comes, i muster the courage and spill it all out to her (i was so nervous bc i knew she knew i was queer, but i’d never talked about it with her before, so it was just that fear of how will the react?)

she was so sweet and cool about it though, like i knew she would be, and she listened so intently to everything - how E and I hang out often, how our hangouts sometimes feel like dates, how he’s flirty and makes these comments that i can’t explain as solely friendly and how he literally comes to my front door to pick me up when we go out somewhere like he’s picking up a date. and i’m like “girl, what’s your gaydar like? bc i’ve always assumed he’s strictly into women but he makes my gaydar get all tripped up and i can’t trust it anymore”

and she literally says “at first i thought he was straight too, but seeing how he is around you, i don’t think so anymore.”

she says she’s noticed the flirting, how E flirts with me both when it’s just us three around and also in big group settings. she’s noticed that he looks at me differently than other people - she really noticed that when we all went out for dinner a few weeks ago and he apparently just gazed at me all night without me noticing. she said it’s things that, to her, show clear intent and interest, and that she’d just let things develop naturally and not rush into anything.

and i’m like great! so i could possibly have an irl slow burn on top of an anxious attachment style. lovely <3

but then i was like “well, is it noticeable that i’m becoming head over heels for him?” bc i feel like i wear my heart on my sleeve. and she said “not really at work, but when we’re outside of work she could tell.” she always assumed i just put a front or mask up at work bc, well, it’s work and you don’t shit where you eat and all.

and i’m like great! so he could possibly actually be into me and i’m not showing i’m into him back bc i have deep fears of being vulnerable and having love not be reciprocated <3

but talking to her made me feel so much better about it all, bc she’s one of the few people who saw E and me interact almost daily and i trust her more than most others.

but also……more updates? E and i got dinner the night before last and it was so nice. it felt warm, light, i felt closer to him than i ever have before. and when we sat down at the table (it was at Taco Bell lmao, nothing fancy) he took his jacket off to reveal an obscenely tight white shirt. like, this thing sculpted his torso, left nothing to the imagination, revealed every part of his chest and shoulders and arms and his belly that i didn’t realize looked so softly firm. jesus, i was no better than a man in that moment, drinking in my fill as he got settled with his food.

and maybe my eyes kept dropping to his chest as we sat there. maybe it was a biological response to the man i’m developing more and more feelings for being right there two feet away in holy taco bell lighting glory.

and maybe, one time when i glanced down while he went to take a bite, i looked back up to find him looking right at me. maybe i internally panicked and blushed and looked away like i couldn’t have been anymore obvious. maybe i think he was smiling when he caught me.

Y’ALL!!! I DONT KNOW ANYMORE!!!

but like, something completely shifted after that. shifted away from the light friendly banter to something more…..i don’t know, magnetic? thick?? he totally dropped his gaze to my lips when i went for a drink, and i totally did the same, and when we left he took this initiative he’s never taken before - cleaned up both of our trash and trays wordlessly, led me to our cars, looked at me with this crinkle in his eyes when he said “see you sometime?”

(also he’s noticed that about me too. how when i smile my eyes crinkle all the way to my hairline, it’s so strong and bad, and that’s something no one else has ever openly noticed about me before)

and it’s christmas time so “see you sometime?” could mean in a few weeks after we’re all finished with families and events. which is okay. but goddamn, why did our last time seeing each other for a bit have to be the best time?

he’s texting so much more now, since two nights ago, and everyone and their mother say there has to be something here between us. and i don’t know if i should drop more overt hints that i’m into him or if i should let him be the one to take charge in all this. he’s told me multiple times that he’s not good at picking up on these things - it’s usually others who tell him after the fact that “that person was totally into you.”

and i don’t want to lose this bond we have now. like what if i’m reading signals wrong? what if everyone is just telling me what i want to hear? he’s never explicitly said he’s into amab/guys but he’s never explicitly said he isn’t either. and we both grew up in a region that is known for being conservative and traditionally religious, and he was also in the military for years which is a whole other beast, so maybe he’s not comfortable being out.

god, if this really is a slow burn, i’m too impatient. if it isn’t, then it sure feels like it is. if i end up breaking my own heart, you might as well just take me out back and shoot me bc i won’t be able to live with the regret of ruining things.

he’s so handsome, funny, caring, makes me feel safe when we’re together, keeps me on my toes wit-wise and intellectually, notices and remembers small things about me. and here i am, coming off as just polite, scared to initiate anything, worried i’ll ruin it all, telling myself “he’s just a friend” so i talk about other guys in front of him as a way to help me get over him, and all this time it could have been just showing him i’m not interested when that couldn’t be further from the truth.

why? why am i like this. why do i feel like i’m losing my mind. why can’t i work up the courage to have a conversation with him that approaches these topics.

god, how pathetic. i think i could fall in love and i’m too afraid to show that to the one person who needs to know it the most.

[capeline-cutemeister]

OPINIOMS ON GRANBY…..?????

Jesus Christ three of yall messaged me about Granby why does everyone want opinions on him specifically First impression: It feels so long ago but i started the first book like less than a month ago bwahhhhhhh. At first I had mixed opinions on him. I thought he was going to be like Dayes (so cringe), and my opinion of him really didn't change that much until like, he obviously started not being a dick lol lmao. I honestly really like his character arc in the first book specifically because like. Mans got the courage to be like "Fuck im sorry for being rude and uncouth but I *cannot* let things continue this way" and honestly thats a really cool and chill moment. Like i love long and drawn out sentences (i love Jane Austen i love Jane Austen) but also i really like it when a character is real blunt and just doesn't drag it out. That also especially took guts because the last time that he did something like that Laurence threatened to get him in trouble for insubordination (very smooth Laurence)

Second Impression: Thats right baby Granby gets three impressions because hes that cool. This is Granby precisely from the beginning of Throne of Jade to *right* before he gets Iskierka. Just absolutely most badass guy imo. Super reliable. Best friends with Laurence, super competent. This is Granby at his best and treated with the most respect, and I think Novik had to give him Iskierka to nerf him.

Impression now: I feel so fucking bad for Granby. My severe dislike for Iskierka is not really hidden but she has dragged my poor Glorbo through the mud. When I think of Granby now i just think of that cat that had its face in milk and looks miserable and sad. Like goddamn what did they do to you. Hes still a really strong and awesome character, and it was AWESOME seeing him storm up to Poole in LoD; but he gets so much horrible stuff just tossed on him because Iskierka is a petulant child. Genuine princess behavior, hes a tired king.

Favorite moment: Its a tie between him telling Iskierka to fuck off and listen to him for once, and him in a blistering rage and storming up to Poole. Like you cannot understand how much i love those moments. Just Granby finally putting his foot down and going "No. I will not deal with this bullshit any longer, there are going to be consequences now." Of course that doesn't really go anywhere in LoD because Laurence is also a fucking badass, but meh. The heart was there, man was about to commit civil war in the Aviator Corp just for his friend. I really appreciate that <3 But also on the other hand I REALLY like him standing up to Iskierka in Crucible of Gold because HOLY SHIT she was so insanely disrespectful to him. Like I don't *care* that she is 'his dragon', it was like borderline homophobia in my eyes and the fact that it came from someone so close to him and the entire point of his service in the corp just broke my heart. So i'm glad that he put his foot down for once and made her listen to him. Setting boundaries is really important, and I think that he set them quite well.

Idea for a story: Any of them where he gets a better dragon than Iskierka. JKJKJKKJKJKJKJK Nah but fr i think my only real story idea with Granby would be to explore all of the things that he was doing when he wasn't with Laurence. His constant Struggles with Iskierka and having to deal with being friends with someone that committed treason for a cause he believed in. Most importantly how he developed and maintained any sort of relationship with Little. I dont have anything super unique unfortunately, its hard for me to do something that would be in character without getting rid of the things that make his character, if that makes sense?

Unpopular opinion: Hmmmmmmm well I haven't been around the fandom long enough to really see what is and isn't popular opinion with the blorbo, but i think that my most controversial statement about Granby is that I don't find him that amusing. I love and adore him and i think hes great but he is very sincere in my eyes and that leaves very little in the way of him actually being funny. I think there are only a couple of moments where I think hes funny/in a funny situation. But oh well.

Favorite relationship: Finding any non platonic relationship in Temeraire is so hard for me. I want to say my favorite relationship is him and little, but also i dont care about little that much. I think hes cute! But i was given very little to work with in the books in the way of *their* relationship other than that they have fucked. And like, idk. I think my favorite relationship in general though, is probably him with Iskierka, funnily enough. I think it shows the best of both characters whenever its done right, and I think it really let Granby Be His Own Character. Like everyone in the Corp wants a dragon. Duh. But when Granby gets his, she's a nightmare! He has to go through this long and twisting road where he is afraid to take too wrong of a step because Iskierka, and because hes friends with Laurence(traitor adjacent), and because hes always wanted dragon and hes afraid to fuck it up and etc etc etc. And he kinda has to learn to stand up for himself and others in a way that he probably hasn't had to before. Its not really a path that the other Aviators get to take, they just become background characters after they get their dragon. I mean even Ferris just drops off the face of the earth when he gets his Prussian.

And Iskierka is great because despite how horrible she acts she really does care for him, im not blind to that. But her path in their relationship is that she has to learn to stop being so overbearing, so crazy, so difficult to work with. She has to understand that she is not infallible, and that the things that hurt her are not the same as the things that hurt other dragons, and that realization comes at a pretty horrible time in her life. She has to grow up, which while we see other dragons grow up in this series (like mentally i mean), i dont think that theres ever so stark a comparison as with her.

Idk if that makes sense, but I like their relationship the most out of Granby's relationships because its the most unique for both characters, imo.

[rottenbrainstuff]

Bg3 playthrough: exploring the underdark, Dhourn + friends

(Spoilers)

Wow this area is so dangerous, haha! I never thought I’d need to rest just from walking around. Dangerous but SO PRETTY! I took a million screenshots of my tav backlight by all the glowing mushrooms and the beautiful sussur tree. Plus now I’ve figured out how to not get blown up by the red mushrooms so I’m navigating much better.

I am playing the game on easy, but you know what, I am actually thinking I just may switch to medium. I’m actually finding the fights a bit TOO easy now. The underdark monsters are scary and tougher than the ones on the surface, but I feel like it’s not much fun if I can kill everyone in one round.

At least the spectator fight took a couple rounds longer. Holy smokes I didn’t know that fight was there at all, total surprise. Oh wow I have triggered a cut scene while I walk through an area full of… ominous drow statues… I’m sure that everything is fine….. Oh shit.

I was kind of expecting that fight to be a bit harder. TBF it WAS really hard in the beginning when I didn’t know how to approach the fight, and didn’t want to attack the un-petrified drow at all. In the end though I found dissonant whispers works quite handy on the spectator, and I realized hitting the drow exactly once will break their charm and they will fight with me. After knowing that, we smashed that spectator like a birthday pinata.

And what was my reward? A conversation with the most insufferable little dickhead I have seen in the game so far, lmao! Dhourn was absolutely hilarious. What a stupid little piece of shit. I love how he’s going on and on about all this bullshit that the player doesn’t even have a clue about, basically just having a conversation with himself while you watch. “What? You didn’t rescue me, I ALLOWED you to ASSIST me.” Little jerkoff. I absolutely LOVED how indignant he was that a rival brought a spectator to the negotiations, because it messed up the ambush that he had planned. Oh, drow. I wonder if my tav missed this kind of petty drama, lol. And no matter what you do**, in the end he fights you. Which is… I mean yes, this is all the thanks I get from this asshole, but also hilarious, like, my dude you have a quarter the HP that the WEAKEST member of my party does, plus that spectator took a chunk out of you, what did you think was going to happen here?

**there is only one single way (that I could see) to have Dhourn SURVIVE the spectator fight and NOT attack you when it’s done, and that one single way is to be / be disguised as a female drow. His dialogue won’t be too much different, he’ll still rattle on and even if you are a female drow he can barely keep his contempt contained, but you do get some extra dialogue options and the ability to convince him to back off. In the end though, it didn’t make much roleplay sense - why would my character have known before the fight to disguise himself as a female drow? and fuck that guy anyways, he’s insufferable, so we ended up fighting him and I don’t feel bad about it.

By the beautiful, beautiful sussur tree, we ran into one of the rivals he mentioned, Filro the Forgotten. He’s a sad little guy singing a sad little song in his camp that’s covered with hook horror shit, lmao. It was sad to beat him up, but I couldn’t figure out a way to talk to him, and online seemed to confirm that there isn’t. He’s probably just as insufferable as Dhourn though so I imagine no great loss there. Damn, poor little guy though. If you creep up close enough without aggoring him, you can hear him singing. He gets quite unhinged during the fight. If you speak to his corpse without disguising yourself, he will accuse you of killing his beloved. (which I don’t… THINK? was the hook horror I killed? He sings a song about a Melinda, his true love, who has gone missing / left him / died. I think the poor guy has just gone nuts. Internet suggests Melinda is the dead gnome at the camp but personally I don’t agree, his corpse will say the hook horrors brought him gnome meat to eat and I assumed the gnome was just… a snack. Internet people are saying the stupidest things about this game anyways so I don’t trust a single person on any forum that I see) Poor old guy.

Blurg and his uh, unusual associate were quite the surprise!

Then I found the kuo toa colony. Astarion gives a 5 approval if you kill their false god, which causes them to start worshiping you. I’m sure he thinks it’s fucking hilarious and he’s going to call my tav the great mahkloompah all the time now. Also spit take? Doni can write?? And has a dad somewhere??? PLEASE tell me I can find this poor kid’s dad and reunite them???? (please tell me when I meet Doni again I can write him a message?) God these tieflings make me so sad and I haven’t even got to the sad parts yet.

Fun things I have done so far with the spectator bottle:

Opened it in the druid grove right in front of my least favourite druid, very satisfying to watch those bastards fry.

Sicced it on that spectator by the temple.

Tried opening it at camp right beside Withers hoping to get a fun reaction out of him, but nope, nothing.

I’m having so much fun in the underdark. I’m really struggling though between the urge to go everywhere, see everything, do everything and rip through this game as fast as I can because everything is so cool and I want to see all the neat things that happen in act 2 and 3, and the urge to go slow, mill around, even reload and replay some scenes, take my time and slowly enjoy the shit out of it.

[apoptoses]

I'm back. Fed my cats, watered my plants, took a shower, had dinner and then finally sat down and finished what I'd started. Mind blown tbh, might be one of my favorite one shots by you now. And listen, Daniel has never not been River in my mind, but your recent posts have rewired by brain chemistry a bit so I pictured him as Spader throughout the fic and let me tell ya, it was an out of body experience holy shit!!!! He might've awoken something in me 🥵 sorry River but you're gonna have to share now 🥵

"but then again, maybe the unnatural was the only place Daniel felt safe anymore. That by coming to love such an inhuman thing human experiences no longer cut it" That's my no. 1 boy!!! Coming to terms with his monsterfucking nature and embracing being unapologetically horny for the death guy, we love to see it.

“Yes, lover?” Armand murmured without putting the magazine down. Daniel rolled his eyes. He reached over and tilted the magazine down until he could see Armand’s face, stark white even in the warm glow of the lamp beside him.“ Can we talk without Cosmo in between us?” Daniel asked." Babies are learning to communicate! With words! Also it's extremely them to finally learn how to voice their needs via their sexual appetite/preferences lmao. The way you also fleshed out Armand's insecurities and uncertainty when it comes to Daniel and what really wants out of things was just lovely. "Yes, sometimes I'm more careful with you than you really know" 😭😭😭 he truly is just trying to navigate this relationship the best he can, he's just had a hard time with not letting his intrusive thoughts win, that's all.

“Oh. You took off your rings,” Daniel said. “You never do that.” Yeah this hit the spot, alright. Completely bare for the first time, fully in it for the experience. It's not just about Daniel getting what he wants now, not anymore.

"Daniel glanced between Armand’s hand and his face, his wide eyes, so dark they looked almost entirely black." full jungle cat mode, my favorite Armand mode. Blown asf pupils because he's that horny, the song of my people 🥹

"The thigh he’d just defiled, one he’d ruin further by coming on it", defiled!!!! at this point I was delirious lmaoo no coherent thoughts tbh just know that it just doesn't get better than this, in DA-verse.

“If there’s some kind of rules to this you better tell me now before I’m not able to stop,” Daniel managed to say between rough, messy kisses. He’d have felt ridiculous being so desperate his teeth clacked against Armand’s but he was too far gone to care." Also THIS. Daniel was beyond all logic here but he still had the decency to ask Armand for permission of some kind, he's so stupid in love and also the most ridiculous human, I love him so.

Life changing, this one. 15/10 no further notes xoxo DA

Dungeon anon I'm gonna cry haha You and desertfangs have been the only ones to make any comment on that fic at all and it feels so awful, but knowing you enjoyed it so much means a lot.

Also WELCOME to the wonderful world of Spader!Molloy, please see my masterpost I posted earlier and drool with me. His backlog of films is just so fucking perfect and his looks are incredible and ugh! I just love picturing him as Daniel.

That's my no. 1 boy!!! <- okay Daniel aside, are you a succession fan? haha Is this a kendall roy reference?

But yes! Making them communicate was the whole point! They're locked into this awful game of 'if I hint will you pick it up?' and 'i see your hint but i don't wanna ask what it means unless you can say it explicitly'. They have the ability to not use Armand's mind gift as a crutch they just gotta use it!

I love thinking about the opposite POV as I write and were that fic from Armand's POV it would be an entirely different story. Because what do you do if someone is saying in their mind 'yes I want this' but they're saying with their mouth 'no, I'm not into that' and then sometimes in their mind they're also like 'no I can't do that'? What do you do? It's so much pressure that I think he would retreat just like he did here.

I love Armand with his rings but I think there's so much intimacy in the idea of him taking them off. They're part of him, they're a symbol of the walls he has up and the defense mechanisms he hides behind, so any time I have him remove them around Daniel he's being the most honest.

Daniel was beyond all logic here but he still had the decency to ask Armand for permission of some kind, he's so stupid in love and also the most ridiculous human, I love him so. <- Exactly, he's always got the drive to get permission even when it's not needed! He loves being out of control. And I love him sloppy kissing, like full on messy teenage makeout mode and Armand being too into it to even tease him about it. They're both a mess!

Anyways I'm so happy you liked it because I don't think anyone else did haha Or they were all uncomfortable with saying so, I guess. I feel super defeated finally getting back on ao3 and getting crickets. But I love that you love it, I loved writing it.

ps- cats? Tell me more! Send pics if you can!

[triple--a--threat]

so about voltron

idk where this post is gonna go, but i have thoughts and feelings about this show and needed to get them out. so. rambley post it is.

i dont think it's new information for anyone that voltron and its fandom suck major ass, unless you've been living under a rock, and in that case, get back under that rock sweetie. this show sucks a fuckton and this rambling will be nothing more than critique and bashing. anyways

at the end of season 2 shiro was going to die in the original "plan" as far as we know. we were gonna get a heroic sacrifice and the team would go back to its 1984 setup with allura piloting the blue lion. except of course the machinations of the universe are beyond us so shiro did not in fact. die. he was the most popular character and his merch sold the most, so he couldn't possibly die this early on. who else would've made dreamworks their pure gold bars?

so as daddy dreamworks demanded, the writers delivered and un-unalived shiro, completely disregarding their original flimsy shambling excuse of a plan in exchange for among the worst plotlines i have ever seen anywhere. possibly the worst that exist in all of television ever. we got 4 seasons (well really 2) of completely directionless, contrieved, contradictory, and mind-numbing bullshit. stuff happens because someone wanted it to. 2 eps later something very contradictory happens because someone else wanted it to. i cannot stress this enough it feels like the writters were split into factions each of whom had very different ideas about literally everything in this fucking show. some of the dialogue actually feels like someone just wrote down the arguments and fighting going down in the writer's room. shit was made up along the way as the show went on for far longer than it had the right to, and for each and every fucking plotline the writers were divided and kept on shooting themselves (and the others too don't forget) in the foot for the sliver of chance that their story will be canon. just completely backstabbing each other for the sake of it and no regard for what is actually happening. it would be hilarious if it hadn't destroyed my sanity. and for a bit of a personal opinion, a liitle ymmv, none of the writers had any good ideas actually. even ignoring the nonsense opposite fuckery happening, none of the plotlines were good lmao. please end this and me oh god.

as a result we got a completely wish-washy, flip-flopping, self-contradictory, reductive mess of a show which never had any good original ideas or story much less a fucking plot or even a plan in some direction. the writers had no goal except to get their plot on the paper disjoint from everything else with jackshit regard to the overarching storyline. well if there was anything resembling an overarching storyline in the first place.

ig i'll talking specifically about the some of the worst offenders in the "the writers never thought of anything" situation - the allura racism arc, the clone shiro arc, and fucking lotor. oh my fucking god motherfucking lotor. holy shit they fucked him up.

i dunno where to begin with the allura racism arc except for the fact that it was DUMB. completely out of the blue and so fucking forced. for a princess of a diplomatic people she sure is fuckin racist for no fucking reason. even if she doesn't trust any and all galra (ig they didn't have unity in diversity activities in altea), she has no reason to not trust keith. like. my guy what. he proved himself as a paladin of voltron and has directly and indirectly saved her ass. why is she racist oh my god. and why doesn't coran hold any animosity towards the galra? he also lost his homeworld (and alfor)? and he lived on altea for far longer? ig women are emotional or smth. man. i also liked (absolutely despised) the the fact that it kinda took a #notallgalra turn and i was jesting about it and then they actually said that in the fucking show. hey allura not all galra are bad. hey allura stop being a bitch. and then the writers forgot about it btw and made allura racist again 2 seasons later. hmm. wut. also they never checked their own internalised racism or whatever as *points to zethrid's design*. lmao. WAIT also the conflation of racism with speciesism. yknow. using anti speciesism messages as anti racism messages. classic white person living in california moment.

alright the clone shiro arc. because its the keith and shiro show and we can't loose half of our money milking cow. and we shan't make them explicitly gay. only allude to it and sprinkle in family brother stuff so nobody actually thinks they're gay. that would be blasphemous. we shall continue with our pseudo-incest for the rest of the show and give shiro a last minute husband so they don't haul our ass for gaybaiting and burying our gays because we somehow managed to do both of them. anyways where was i. oh right shiro died but they had to bring him back blah blah but they made a clone of him for? reasons? while the real shiro is in the subconscious of the black lion or smth for unexplained reasons. i have absolutely no idea why they did that. they have a carbon copy of shiro in terms of everything - personality, fighting capabilities, homoerotic scenes with keith - for jackshit reasons while they could have the actual real shiro running around but i guess not. the clone is the exact same as the real guy until he isn't. because. we need more drama in this over extended bullshit show i guess??? clearly we don't have enough stuff going on we must make it more exhausting and confusing to watch. also clone shiro is as good and noble as normal shiro until he got a headache and now he's evil at the flick of a switch and retains none of his previous personality and is therefore irredeemably evil and nothing can be done to save him. he's bad and evil and must be forgotten. they never mention him again later on except for a throwaway comment on how evil he was except he wasn't evil guys you're not gonna fool anyone. oh and btw the real shiro's soul or whatever got supplanted in the clone's body because idk man where his original body went and he retained all the memories of his clone self because isn't that convenient. fuck everything. also this arc culminates in the best episode of this show despite everything wrong with the events leading up to it and the way they handle lotor in this episode. more on him later. it's literally among my favourites now 10/10 would watch again it was so fucking good. kill me. i.

again, i don't know where to begin with lotor - such an interesting character who got the short end of the stick. the worst victim of the writers' squabbles. i genuinely liked him a lot and then. such a shame. well there are other characters- oh no. there aren't any other even remotely interesting characters. not good, no no, no one is good in this show, but just fun to watch.

he starts off as an antagonist to team voltron but he's not actually a threat. he maybe wants to use them to further his goals but really he isn't the villain per se. which sucks because there aren't any villains in the show now cause the previous main villain is out of commission for who knows how long. and then whoops lotor has to kill one of his generals and then the other generals betray him and now i guess he's with voltron now. sure why not. interesting turn of events. at least it isn't boring. i'm having fun can't you see. then he kills the previous villain (who is his father did i mention that) in episode two of season five. yes s05e02. i dont know any more than you do. and now it sucks even more cause theres literally no fucking villain rn. then he and allura start working on quintessence or whatever because she learns that he is half altean and btw do you remember she is racist. now since he is not 100% galra (bad people) but half galra half altean (good people. her people) she smooches him and stuff and. also btw all this fuckery is happening alongside the climax of clone shiro arc. yeah this show may suck. whatever evil shiro who wasnt evil is defeated and lotors really helped team voltron and the galra empire is going to stop conquering worlds and the show is going to end on a mid note. well.

EXCEPT SIKE BITCH LOTOR IS PURE CRAZY EVIL FUCK YOU FOR EVER ROOTING FOR HIM. FUCK HIS WHOLE CHARACTER BEING ALL "IM NOT MY FATHER" AND THEN AT THE END 180ING MAKING HIM JUST LIKE HIS FATHER. FUCK EVERYTHING FUCK THIS SHOW YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SOMEWHAT GOOD. WELL FUCK YOU IT AINT EVEN SOMEWHAT GOOD.

i. im just so disappointed in his character and the plot twist for the sake of twist that i cant even express how disappointed i am except for shouting through the use of all caps. one final fuck this show

[dreamwritesimagines]

alright so it's time for me to overanalyze this whole chapter (but particularly that last scene omfg)

okay so first of all im still not quite over the sneak peak. "for my beautiful wife" (get me a benedict bridgerton i beg of you).

the teddy scene was so sweet omg!!! the way ben and clover are just acting so domestic is soooo adorable! and it's so sweet that as clover starts to be more open with ben, so does teddy. he's literally gone from hiding behind clover's skirts whenever ben is around to “looking up at him as if asking for his help", and idk, to me that just seems meaningful that even teddy (who was so opposed to clover getting married) likes ben, because it would be so easy for him to not like ben because he 'took clover away' so to speak. AND THE WAY HE JUST PICKED TEDDY UP AND PUT HIM ON HIS SHOULDERS!!! MEN WHO ARE GOOD WITH KIDS ARE SO HOT ISTG!!!!

"You knew you were supposed to focus on your own work but it was a bit difficult when Benedict was sitting not far from you on the floor with his sleeves rolled up, letting you steal glances at his strong arms." she's honestly so real for that, arms are hot asf. and OMG don't even get me STARTED on “So that people will get to see what true beauty looks like even after five hundred years.” because holy shit benedict bridgerton is THE STANDARD. and the way clover has such confidence in bens art!!! pls i literally love them so much i can't-

awwww and then andrew/bess/josie bit!! i was wondering when ben was going to ask about them for a couple of weeks. i love how clover was willing to just tell him without being scared he'd massively judge them or something. like of course he wouldn't but clover is super distrustful most of the time so i was wondering how open she'd be about someone who is as important to her as josie is.

“I seem to like seeing you beat around the bush, that was rather adorable,” clover you're literally so in love with him, stop being in denial already!!!!!! 😭😭😭

alright now onto lady margery. honestly when we first met her i didn't like her AT ALL because i thought she was going to be the next kitty-type girl trying to steal benedict away or something. honestly i have mixed feelings on her because i automatically don't like anyone who makes our girl feel insecure but i also find her really likable. she's this perfect representation of exactly what clover wanted to (and could have) been had she not met, and subsequently married, ben. her and clover are a nice little "what i wanted vs what i got" situation and im honestly here for it.

AND THIS - “I find the idea of marriage quite absurd if you ask me, especially within the ton. It’s the worst prison to be.” “Not for everyone,” !!!!!!! THAT IS WHAT WE CALL CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!! the best bit is she isn't under any pressure to say anything like that. lady margery wouldn't have questioned her if she said nothing, and there was no one there who she had to convince of anything. she just automatically defended marriage (or at least her and ben's marriage) without even thinking about it and yet she STILL DOESN'T RECOGNISE THAT SHE'S IN LOVE WITH HIM!!!??? CLOVER??? GIRL??? YOU'RE DOWN SO BAD PLS!! 😭😭😭

anyways i think im going to have to overanalyze the final scene in a different ask because this is getting way longer than i thought it was lol. (ill sign it off with a nice little mirrorball emoji so yk it's me lmao)

- 🪩

MIRRORBALL EMOJI ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH-

I saw this ask and I literally gasped and got so excited, I am hugging you respectfully! 🥰❤️ YOU'RE AMAZING! ❤️

Fangirling over you under the cut! 🥰❤️

Lolll Benedict went down to the garden to get those flowers all happy and excited 😂

Benedict and Clover are being such a married couple 🥰 And dare I say even parents? 😏

he's literally gone from hiding behind clover's skirts whenever ben is around to “looking up at him as if asking for his help", EXACTLY! 😍 Like, Teddy admires Benedict and looks up to him so much, and he feels so safe with him ❤️ I think it's because he can pick up how relaxed and happy Clover is around Benedict 🥰

YES OMG I AGREE WITH YOUUUU! 😍 Benedict being so good with Teddy...😍

Lolll Clover could not focus at all, she was eyeing him and his arms 😏

He is so romantic! ❤️

Clover trusts him so much, like more than he thinks she does❤️ The fact that she shared the details of Josie and Andrew's arrangement with him means a lot on her part ❤️

honestly i have mixed feelings on her because i automatically don't like anyone who makes our girl feel insecure but i also find her really likable. she's this perfect representation of exactly what clover wanted to (and could have) been had she not met, and subsequently married, ben. This is exactly what I was going for! 😍

Like, Clover won't know how to feel about Margery either 😂 She is, just like you said, a representation of what Clover was planning on, and what she thought she wanted 😏 But now that she met Benedict, it all changed -for the better- ❤️ But also there's the whole "being good enough for him" insecurity that hits Clover from time to time 🥰

DEFINITELY! ❤️😍 I was hoping that Clover's conversation with Margery would show her character development at this point in the story and IT'S SO GOOD TO HEAR THAT IT DID! ❤️ Clover had literally zero reason to "pretend" while she was with Margery, and it actually came almost automatic to her, like she didn't even think about it before she said "Not for everyone", she genuinely feels like it! ❤️

She is so in loveeee❤️

OH MY GOD I'M SO EXCITED FOR YOUR NEXT ASK AS WELL, HOLD ON-

AAAAAAAA I'M LEGIT SMILING! 😍❤️❤️

[itgirlgyu]

"but im soooo intrigued to how you've written it" uhm. Well.

the plot basically was that i was putting on "fox boy" w soobin and i went up to a random coworker saying i'm gonna put him on a blind date (wrong fox boy. he meant yeonjun??) and the fox boy i went up to thought that i was lying bcs apparently rumors ab me and soobin were in the office so something happened ab me overworking myself and then i fainted or wtv and then i was on some meds and was acting high.. let me js quote ts. pls read with your fingers over ur eyes.

you just see soobin running straight out of your office / what a “nice” sight / except he’s yelling and.. panicked?! [..] hearing that the beauty that you thought was using you as a revenge plan against her boyfriend was in need of pills made you confused

nothing but an observer usually, you follow the crowd of people huddled over ***'s office to watch her just passed out on the laptop

soobin really *is* dramatic. / and when he comes bursting in the room, he pulls you with him to stand next to her

“wha–” “just trust me.” / so when he basically force feeds her the pills and her first sight is you, her eyes brighten up so much and she sits up like getting a promotion

and enduring three minutes of your boss being hazy would seem easy right. / wrong. / after everyone left, she failed standing up three times

just to HUG you?? / turning to soobin for help, you just watched as he took a photo, mouthing ‘blackmail’ as he did so

“may i ask why i’m being hugged, **** ***-ssi?” / she pulled away like a child reluctantly separating from their parents before going to summer camp

“i’ve been looking for you, fox boy”

the way your eyebrows furrowed must have looked like a look of disgust because the pout formed on her face afterwards was so apparent that it was almost comical

this is your BOSS here / but why is she kind of cute.. / after a bunch of communication being cleared, it just ends up in a hug that spans longer than needs be

“y-you can let go no–” “no.”

SOMEONE REMOVE ME NOW.

WAIT WAIT WHY DID IT TAKE ME SO. LONG TO REPLY TO THSI BUT HOLY SHIT HOLY shit wait wait wait THIS IS SO FUCMING FUNNY?!? THIS IS SO GOOFY I WANT THIS SO BAD THE WAY I CAN IMAGINE IT SO WELL LIKW SOOBIN. ANS HIS DRAMATIC ASS OMG Brooooo YOUR MIND I WANNA READ I WANNA READ MORE DUDE YOURE SO FUCKING COOL THIS IS SO FUNNY!!!!! LIKE him running like a frenzied man but everyone going ayyo what a nice view lmao stfu this soo funny

[jerzwriter]

I've melted... and it has nothing to do with the heat....

Ethan wasn't sure how he managed to walk into Chris's room and calmly sit down. He had such a rush of feelings as he looked at her tear stained face. The first was how unfair it was that this was where they ended up after everything they'd been through. He loved her. He doubted there would ever come a time when he didn't. The thought of losing her cut to the quick. His life, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it was going to look like after today.

OK - again - DTI flashbacks and all that guilt is rising to the surface again! lmao

Anger and fear melded together, forcing him to want to fight the inevitable. He knew Tobias was right. It galled him to admit it, but the man knew him and Chris too well. He saw right to the heart of the matter just as much as they wished to remain blind to it.

Ugh. This is so real. I've seen this in life so many times. Love is never enough. Not when you don't want the same things. In time, resentment builds, and it's a mess... it's so hard to let go, but unless one person can genuinely change, it's not going to happen. UGH.

He knew there was no reason to bring up Tobias's confession. As much as he wanted to blame him for what was happening, ultimately it came down to Chris and himself.

OMG YES! YES YES YES!

Oh and the conflicting emotions Chris is feeling.... uuuughh, that's so hard.

Swallowing back a sob, she whispered. "You were the man of my dreams." A sad smile formed on lips she knew too well. "That's the thing about dreams, Chris." His voice was hoarse with emotion. "Eventually, you wake up and see reality." He lifted their clasped hands to his cheek. "You and I have been dreaming long enough."

OK - I'm crying. But that was beautiful. Well done!

"I know we'll need time." She sniffed. "Do you think that one day we could find our way back to being friends?" He hesitated at the notion. With how much he felt for Chris, he didn't know if he could take simply being her friend. Ethan's self-preservation cried out that he refuse to ever see her again. Though they worked at the same place, being Chief would help keep them from seeing each other as little as possible. Looking into her heartbroken face and seeing that she was as devastated as he was, he knew he couldn't say no. "One day." He promised.

HOLD ME!

Tobias was waiting out in the hallway. He'd remained across the hall so as to give Ethan and Chris privacy. When the door opened and he saw his friend's face, he knew that life had permanently changed for all of them. Ethan noticed him standing there. Giving a brisk nod of acknowledgement, he got in the elevator without a word.

GUUUURRRRLLLLL!!!! Ahhh, you knocked it out of the park!

But can we take a moment to acknowledge the WICKED headache poor Chris had to have, holy shit. Get that girl all the Advil.....

OK the WHOLE section of Tobias sitting by her bed... OMFG... HELP ME.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, Tobias took her home.

"I think you're ready unless you need to stare at your reflection a little longer." He walked out of the room, pausing in the doorway to tease the man one last time. "I can always tell everyone that the wedding has been postponed because the groom can't tear his eyes off himself."

DEAD!

Ethan patted his back. His heart still ached from time to time, but he'd realized after a few months that he needed both Chris and Tobias in his life. He was miserable keeping them at a distance. It hurt more being without their friendship than it did seeing them together as a couple.

He was able to stand there and watch the two closest people in his life obtain their happily ever after.

OK, BUT I LOVE THIS! See, this is how I see it, too. There is a deep love between all three of them, but it's a different kind of love. Though it must have been hard to push through, in the end, it's worthwhile. Love can take on different forms, it can change... and we'd be smart if we didn't deny ourselves because of what others think or how "it's supposed to be done." I love that they were all able to remain close friends.

Right now... I'm going to go bask in the afterglow!!! Thanks so much for doing this, and I swear you'll be getting asks so I can have my Tobias/Chris fix! lol

Heart's Choice Part 3

(Ethan Ramsey x F!MC) (Tobias Carrick x F!MC) in a Choices Open Heart One shot.

A/N Here's the finale to your initial question @jerzwriter Sorry it took this long to answer 😂 Thanks for the ask ♥️

Masterlist

Part 3

Ethan wasn't sure how he managed to walk into Chris's room and calmly sit down. He had such a rush of feelings as he looked at her tear stained face. The first was how unfair it was that this was where they ended up after everything they'd been through.

He loved her. He doubted there would ever come a time when he didn't. The thought of losing her cut to the quick. His life, he couldn't even begin to imagine what it was going to look like after today.

Anger and fear melded together, forcing him to want to fight the inevitable. He knew Tobias was right. It galled him to admit it, but the man knew him and Chris too well. He saw right to the heart of the matter just as much as they wished to remain blind to it.

"Ethan?" Chris reached for his hand.

He got up and moved to sit facing her on the bed. Taking her hand in his, he lifted his eyes to her face.

He adored that face. The green eyes that could twinkle with humor then burn with passion were hypnotic. Her warm smile was always directed towards him. Even the slight tilt of her nose was endearing.

Chris's bottom lip trembled, drawing his attention to her mouth.

That mouth had the ability to make him burn. Whether it was in the throes of passion or in setting off his temper, it had a power over him unlike any other. The words she'd whisper to him late at night, hearing her say how much she loved him, how could he walk away from that?

He only knew he had to.

"Chris, I think we both know what needs to be done." He began.

Silent tears began to fall down her cheeks once more.

He reached up with his free hand and gently wiped them away. He knew there was no reason to bring up Tobias's confession. As much as he wanted to blame him for what was happening, ultimately it came down to Chris and himself.

"I'm not going to change, not in the way you need me to. I can't. I won't." He lifted his eyes to hers. "I'm not the man to give you the marriage and family you want."

Chris was unable to speak. Her heart was breaking that this was what had come of their relationship. The fact that he was ending it surprised her. She'd dreaded this talk, knowing she'd have to say they couldn't be together, even though she knew deep down that it needed to be done. The thing was, she hadn't known it would hurt this much.

She loved him. He frustrated and challenged her like no one before or after him. He had a tenderness that could surprise her and make her melt at the same time. Even his dry sense of humor had a way of making her day better.

How could she let him end what they'd struggled to finally have?

She knew though, neither of them really had a choice. This was the only way they could live.

Especially since I now realize I'm in love with Tobias.

Swallowing back a sob, she whispered. "You were the man of my dreams."

A sad smile formed on lips she knew too well.

"That's the thing about dreams, Chris." His voice was hoarse with emotion. "Eventually, you wake up and see reality."

He lifted their clasped hands to his cheek. "You and I have been dreaming long enough."

Her voice hitched as more tears fell. "Do you," she closed her eyes as her shoulders began to shake with her muffled cries, "do you hate me?"

"No." He scooted closer, drawing her once more into his arms. "I don't hate you at all."

She held on to him, crying out that she didn't want to lose him.

"I know we'll need time." She sniffed. "Do you think that one day we could find our way back to being friends?"

He hesitated at the notion. With how much he felt for Chris, he didn't know if he could take simply being her friend. Ethan's self-preservation cried out that he refuse to ever see her again. Though they worked at the same place, being Chief would help keep them from seeing each other as little as possible.

Looking into her heartbroken face and seeing that she was as devastated as he was, he knew he couldn't say no.

"One day." He promised.

She tenderly kissed his cheek.

"I'm so sorry, Ethan."

"Me too." He reluctantly released her.

Ethan got to his feet. "I'll go and let you get some rest."

With one final look at Chris, he left.

Tobias was waiting out in the hallway. He'd remained across the hall so as to give Ethan and Chris privacy. When the door opened and he saw his friend's face, he knew that life had permanently changed for all of them.

Ethan noticed him standing there. Giving a brisk nod of acknowledgement, he got in the elevator without a word.

***************

A few hours later, Tobias found Chris fast asleep. She'd exhausted herself from crying over everything that happened in the last few days.

He quietly sat down in the chair next to her bed to watch her. He hated that she and Ethan had gone through this. At the same time, he couldn't help but be overjoyed in Chris returning the love he'd felt for a long time.

Tobias knew she'd need some time before they began their own new relationship. As anxious as he was to start, he was willing to wait for as long as she needed to. He'd already waited in revealing his feelings. What was a little longer to actually see his dreams come to fruition?

He relaxed back in the chair as visions of what would happen when Chris was ready came to mind.

Closing his eyes, he dreamed about her.

****************

Chris awoke alone that night in her hospital room. Noticing the time, she knew she would soon be dismissed from observation. She sat up and wondered if she should buzz for a nurse to find out when she could leave.

Tobias stuck his head in as he'd done every so often, saw her awake, and came inside.

"One last examination." He told her. "Then I'll release you."

She sat up straighter as he checked her vitals. He shined a small light in each of her eyes then grinned at her.

"You're good to go."

She stared at him as he wrote some notes in her chart and wondered what he was thinking. Did he know that Ethan ended things? Was he regretting telling her he loved her? He hadn't exactly said he wanted a relationship. He'd only wanted to tell her how he felt.

Tobias glanced up and caught her staring at him. Setting the chart on the bed table, he sat down on her bed.

"Now that you're no longer my patient," he said, "how are you?"

His eyes searched hers for the truth when she seemed to struggle to find the words.

"Numb, I think." She began. "A part of me is at least."

She summoned her courage to find out what he was thinking. "The other part of me is still thinking about what you and I admitted."

"Oh?" He felt his heart drop. "Do you regret saying it?"

"Of course not!" Her eyes widened that he'd ever think that. "I only regret not realizing it sooner."

She averted her eyes from his. "It was unfair to both you and Ethan that I didn't see what was happening."

"Hey." He took her hands in his. "So the timing wasn't ideal for us to admit we are in love. I know I could have waited a little longer, but I didn't want to." He shrugged. "Now that we both know how we feel, we have all the time we need to be together."

"Is that what you want?" She asked. "For us to be together in a relationship?"

"You thought I poured my heart out to you, simply to remain single?" He shook his head. "I know I said I didn't expect anything to change, but I couldn't help but hope that you loved me too. You couldn't have doubted that if you did, I would do all I could to be with you."

Chris realized how foolish her fears had been. He was right. Why would you tell someone how you felt if you weren't going to do all you could to be with them.

"Well," she said a touch nervously. "Now what do we do?"

"Take you home for your mandatory two days of rest." He told her.

"Right." She moved to get out of the bed. "I meant about us."

Tobias stopped her from moving when he placed his hands on her waist.

"I thought, if you want to that is," he explained, "that you could come to my home to recover." He explained. "I understand if you're not ready for us to begin right away, but I would like to take care of you, if you'll let me."

Tears filled her eyes again. Sniffing, she wrapped her arms around him in a hug.

Tobias gently rubbed her back when she tightened her arms around him.

She lifted her head, gazing up at him, and asked if he was sure he wanted to do that.

"I know I'm going to be a mess for a while." She added.

He cupped her cheek, thumb brushing her skin.

"I wouldn't have offered it if I wasn't sure." He told her.

"Then I want to go home with you." Chris admitted. "I need to be near you, especially after everything we've said."

He leaned forward and placed a lingering kiss to her forehead.

She caressed his cheek when it ended. Their eyes met and both knew they didn't need to say anything else.

Wrapping his arm around her shoulders, Tobias took her home.

***************

Epilogue...

"Ready?" Ethan asked.

Tobias looked at his reflection once more. "No. I can't get this damn tie straight."

Ethan stepped forward and untied it to start over.

"It wasn't that bad." Tobias grumbled.

"It wasn't that good either." Ethan remarked, smirking at him. "I think your nerves have gotten the better of you."

Tobias rolled his eyes in response.

"There." Ethan stepped back to study him. "I think you're ready unless you need to stare at your reflection a little longer."

He walked out of the room, pausing in the doorway to tease the man one last time. "I can always tell everyone that the wedding has been postponed because the groom can't tear his eyes off himself."

"Don't even think about doing that." Tobias followed him out. "Come hell or high water, I'm getting married today."

The two made their way towards the altar and took their positions.

"Hey?" Tobias whispered to him before Chris walked down the aisle. "Thank you."

"For what? The tie? You never did have the knack for them." Ethan whispered back.

"Not that, smartass. For this. For standing by my side. Being there for Chris," Tobias paused the moment Chris appeared and began to walk the aisle with her father. "For a lot of things that I don't have time to get into."

Ethan patted his back. His heart still ached from time to time, but he'd realized after a few months that he needed both Chris and Tobias in his life. He was miserable keeping them at a distance. It hurt more being without their friendship than it did seeing them together as a couple.

It gave him hope for his own future when he saw Chris in her wedding gown and didn't wish she was marrying him. The fact that she only had eyes for Tobias in this moment didn't bother him. He knew that he had made the right decision for all three of them.

He was able to stand there and watch the two closest people in his life obtain their happily ever after.

[maximons]

Tricks And Treats

Summary: Pietro tries to get Wanda and Y/n to finally admit their feelings for each other and takes them to a haunted house. Too bad Wanda is a full on scaredy cat...or is that exactly what is needed?

Word Count: 2,915

Genre: Fluff

Requested?: Yes

A/N: Finally back with the Fluff! Here’s that one shot I promised like a week ago lmao Happy Reading!

Halloween was for sure your favorite holiday.

You knew you were in the minority with that thought, seeing most people picked Christmas as their favorite, but you didn’t care. You always loved the time of year that came with Halloween, your birthday fell pretty close to it, you get to dress up and pretend to be someone else for a day, and it’s full on spooky season! What wasn’t there to love?

Well apparently a lot, at least according to your best friend Wanda.

For someone who’s a witch, you find it very funny that she doesn’t like the holiday.

You first met Wanda during the whole Ultron situation, back then she took on a more ‘emo’ appearance. Don’t tell anyone you said this, but you wouldn’t mind if she adopted the look again cause damn, so you just assumed Halloween and all things spooky would be for her, right?

Wrong.

You quickly learned that Wanda was not a fan of scary. You remember asking her to go see this new horror movie with you, it was your first time hanging out alone together and you just figured it’d be something she was into.

By the end of the movie, her face was buried in her knees, and she didn’t believe you when you told her the movie was over. The poor teenager working the theater was pretty annoyed with you both.

Needless to say, you didn’t bother her about anything spooky related again.

So when Pietro came to you two asking if you wanted to go to the new haunted house in town, you were beyond shocked that she agreed without a second thought.

“Uh, Wanda are you sure?” You asked, very hesitant. “I don’t know if you’ve ever been to a haunted house before, but-”

“I know what they are, Y/n.” Wanda cut you off before you finished, seeming very enthused, which confused you more. “I think it’ll be really cool!”

“Yeah...Wands, I know this group. This isn’t your typical ‘few scary decorations with the occasional light jump scare’ thing. These guys are intense.” You tried again. You didn’t know what had gotten into the witch, but you were sure she was making a mistake here.

“Y/n/n, relax. I’m not a child, I can handle myself. Trust me, okay? It’ll be great!” The bright smile on Wanda’s face was always a sight you welcomed, but it confused you in the moment. Still, you knew once her mind was set on something...let’s just say it’d be easier to find all the infinity stones than to talk her out of it.

“Alright, if you say so.” You shrugged, deciding it was best to drop the topic. Besides, she was right, Wanda’s a grown woman who can make her own choices. You just get to wait to be able to tell her that her choice was a stupid one. “So Friday night?” You asked Pietro, who nodded excitedly.

“Friday night!” He confirmed.

“Okay, cool.” You took another quick sip of your morning coffee before setting your mug down. “I gotta get ready for training. So happy to be working with Steve today instead of Nat, he’s always a walk in the park.” You said sarcastically with a roll of your eyes. “Wish me luck.” 

The twins wished you luck as you left the room to go get ready. After they were sure you were out of earshot, the witch turned to her brother. “This is your plan? Are you crazy?”

“I know, I know, but trust me, okay?” He reassured, walking to the fridge to grab himself a drink. “Y/n loves this stuff, and as she is the love of your life-”

“Whoa, whoa, I-I never said-”

“-You should experience the things that she loves to do.” Pietro finished, ignoring his sister’s intervention. “I’ll do my best to stay out of your guys’ way, and you have the whole evening to yourselves. Sounds perfect to me.”

“Yeah, until I act like a complete, how do they say, ‘spaz’ around her again.” Wanda sighed, leaning on the kitchen counter in defeat.

“You won’t. You know what kind of things to expect now. And if you do freak out, all the more reason to be by her side. She will protect you.”

Wanda looked at her brother in confusion. “I can protect my self.”

Pietro rolled his eyes playfully. “Not what I meant. You will see, sestra.”

Friday night came before you know it, and you, Wanda and Pietro were waiting in the line to buy your tickets to enter.

“Holy shit, this is a long line.” Pietro complained, causing you to chuckle.

“Not surprising. It’s the week before Halloween, weather’s nice, and this group doesn’t come to New York a whole lot. More surprised it isn’t longer actually.” You shrugged.

“Why don’t they come to New York? I thought this was one of America’s more popular states?” Wanda asked.

“It is, but ever since Loki invaded and our merry band of misfits formed, tourism and things like this have been down a whole lot.” You leaned down to get closer to Wanda’s ear. “I guess we’ve been the scary ones all along.” You joked, but Wanda was more focused on trying to calm down and forget the feeling of your breath against her ear.

“Everything alright there, Wanda?” Pietro asked after a moment, teasing smirk on his face. Before Wanda could even fire back, a voice from in front of you spoke up.

“No way! You guys are Avengers!” The group in front of you turned around, one of the guys recognized you instantly.

“Uh, yes...we are.” Wanda awkwardly stated. You knew Wanda hated fan interactions, and to be honest you weren’t a fan of these situations either. They were unpredictable. The Avengers were either beloved or despised, and you’ve been on both ends of the reaction spectrum. Wanda and Pietro, unfortunately, have seen a lot more animosity than you and the others.

Honestly, you couldn’t even fault the ones that didn’t love you guys. You weren’t ignorant and knew your battles have caused a lot of problems for a lot of people. You could sympathize, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be on the receiving end of that anger. Especially not when you were trying to just have a fun night out with your friends. “Look guys, we’re really just here to have a good time. We don’t wanna cause a scene.” You said.

“Nah, nah, it’s cool. I think you guys are awesome!” The guy said, and it was clear to you then that the dude was baked out of his mind. “Especially you, with the red wiggly woos!” He pointed to Wanda as he gave a terrible impression of her hand movements. You smiled, happy to see a fan interaction go well for Wanda.

The joy you felt didn’t last long though, as another guy in the group turned to you, blunt in his hand. “Hey, you’re the fire one right? Can you do me a solid?” He gestured to you, asking you to give him a light. You sighed, the twins chuckling at the situation.

“Yeah, but don’t ask again.” You ignited the tip of your finger, gently placing it on the end of the blunt. The group turned around in line and continued to go about their own conversation. You felt Wanda elbow your side, and you turned to see a smirk on her face. When you heard Pietro’s snicker, you groaned.

“Shut up.”

“Look at you, helping delinquents. Aren’t you supposed to be a superhero? Bringer of justice and all of that?” Wanda teased and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“Yeah, but I’m the fun one. It’s just weed.” You said confidently, but the witch saw through it and you dropped the act. “And the last time that happened and I said no, the dude burst into tears.” You said under your breath.

“There it is.” She smiled, and you couldn’t help but smile back despite you being the subject of mockery. You loved seeing her smile, you didn’t care about the reason why.

Before you knew it, Pietro announced that you guys were next in line to buy tickets. He bought his and stepped aside so you can go next. “Hi, two please.” Wanda turned to you with her eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

“Wha- Y/n, I can afford it.” She chuckled nervously, flattered by the action.

“I know, but when I have to drag you out of here cause you’re paralyzed in fear, at least you won’t regret dropping forty bucks on it.” You shrugged as you handed the cashier your credit card.

Wanda’s face reddened, something she quickly tried to hide from her brother who was enjoying this way too much. Her flustered state faded quickly when she processed what you said. “Hey!” You chuckled before thanking the cashier as she returned your card.

“Please go to the table to sign your waivers, entrance is down that hill. Enjoy your night.” The monotone voice told you that the poor woman’s been working all night. You didn’t have time to dwell on that though as you felt a panicked tapping on your arm.

“What’s wrong? We haven’t even entered yet.” You teased.

“W-what did she mean by waivers?” You chuckled at the panicked tone in the witch’s voice.

“Just means if you have a heart attack or something, you can’t sue.” You shrugged nonchalantly, but Wanda took it very seriously and turned to you with even wider eyes.

“That can happen!?”

“Well, it happened at least once if the thought of doing a waiver.” You answered, once again, nonchalantly. You looked at Wanda and could swear you saw her blood run cold. You laughed, which resulted in you receiving a glare. “Relax, Wan, you’ll be fine. You’re an Avenger, you’ve faced off against killer robots, stared death in the face time and time again!” You exclaimed dramatically as you waved your arms. You noticed Wanda start to smile and relax her shoulders. 

“Thanks, Y/n.” She gave you a sweet smile, and you couldn’t help but melt.

“Yeah, anytime.” Your eyes locked with Wanda, you were about to look away but couldn’t. ‘Wow, were her eyes always this green? They’re beautiful.’ You thought.

A blush appeared on the witch’s face as she tore her gaze from you. You were about to ask what happened, but were interrupted. “Let’s go slow pokes!” Pietro’s voice shouted, effectively breaking the moment.

“Yeah, yeah Sonic, we’re coming!” You rolled your eyes as you shouted back. Wanda giggled at the banter between you and her brother, she loved that you two were close. With that, you and her headed down the hill towards the entrance.

After about a half hour, it seemed Wanda was holding up well. The three of you walked out of the corn maze, and she had a triumphant smile on her face. “I thought you said this place was scary.” She teased causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

“Congratulations you survived the corn maze, you get to join the hall of fame with the other twelve year-olds.” As if to emphasize your point, three twelve year-olds ran out of the maze in giggles, clearly unaffected. Wanda pouted. “Aw, don’t worry. I thought you were very brave.” You teased yet again, which resulted in an elbow to the side.

“You’re a jerk.” Wanda held back a smile as she strutted forward. You laughed as you jogged forward to catch up.

“Alright, are you guys ready for the big one?” Pietro asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh, Piet, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You said as you nudged your head towards Wanda, hinting that you didn’t think she could handle that. Unfortunately, she caught on.

“Aw come on, Y/n. I’m not a baby.” 

“I know, but you can’t go from the corn maze to...that.” You gestured towards the haunted maze entrance, a giant purple demon with smoke blowing out of it’s ears looming over. You guys turned at the sound of screams, and saw a group run out of the maze in fear, which then dissolved into laughter.

“They seem to be having fun.” Wanda gestured towards the group.

“Yeah, after the screams of terror.” You shot back. “You can’t go from walking around the block to running a marathon.”

“Oh yeah? Watch me.” Wanda strutted forward towards the entrance, determined to prove you wrong.

You groaned as you looked over to Pietro, who watched the whole ordeal with a cheeky smile. “Your sister’s insane.”

“Yeah, but you love it.” Pietro said under his breath, but you still heard it.

“What?”

“Nothing!” With that, the man sped forward, catching up to his sister at the entrance. You stared after him for a moment in shock before joining them.

The three of you walked the path, and everything seemed to be going well...for all of five seconds. The first jump scare happened behind Wanda. The loud screech startled her, and she jumped with a scream. She stumbled into your arms, and you wrapped them around her in order to keep her from falling. You chuckled, and Wanda looked up at you with the intention to glare. However, when your eyes locked again, Wanda couldn’t help but stare.

You, of course, had to ruin the moment. “Not too late to turn back, y’know. This is just the beginning.” Wanda groaned and pulled away from you, continuing forward. You laughed. “You can hold my hand if you want!” You don’t know what compelled you to say that, but you knew you weren’t entirely joking.

And you didn’t regret it when Wanda reached out and held your hand without another word. You smiled, squeezing her hand.

What you didn’t see was Pietro giving Wanda a thumbs up as you both walked past.

At some point, you guys lost Pietro in the dark maze. Wanda wasn’t even worried as she still held your hand tightly, and you knew the man would be fine and he’ll meet up with you at the exit. 

Wanda had been holding up better than you thought. You wouldn’t say she was good per say, seeing as she screamed and practically jumped into your arms at the slightest sound, but she hadn’t collapsed on the ground in tears yet, so you’d count that as a win.

“Gotta say, Maximoff. I’m impressed.” You said as you two walked down the maze hand in hand.

“I’m just being that super brave Avenger like you said.” Wanda giggled, and you couldn’t help but melt at the noise.

“Well you’re doing an awesome job. Even if the last three guys almost made you pee your pants.” You laughed loudly as you took in the shocked reaction the woman gave you.

“Y/n!” She scolded, but before you could even respond, the worst jump scare yet occurred. 

A large animatronic growled and lowered from the ceiling right behind Wanda. The witch turned to look briefly as she screamed loudly and jumped to you again. This time, however she literally jumped into your arms. You quickly braced your hands under her thighs, catching her, as she wrapped her legs around your waist. The force from the jump caused you to stumble back into a darker corner of the maze. Your back hit a hay wall, and you and Wanda laughed at the moment. Your laughter continued for a moment, and Wanda lifted her head from your shoulder to look into your eyes. Both of you got quiet as you continued to stare, sensing the moment shift.

“You okay?” You whispered, almost as if talking to loudly would shatter the moment. Wanda nodded, eyes still locked onto yours. After a moment of silence, she spoke up.

“Y’know...I think a distraction would help.” Your eyebrows shot up at the insinuation. You doubted you heard her correctly, but when you saw her eyes shift down to your lips, you knew what she wanted. And you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t want it too.

“I...Yeah, I think I could help with that.” You barely got your sentence out when Wanda smashed her lips to yours roughly. You tightened your hold on her thighs as she wrapped her arms around your neck. You stood there, making out roughly against the wall of the maze. As wild and sudden as this was, you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.

Pietro noticed you two were gone for a really long time. He was beginning to get concerned, and pulled out his phone ready to call one of you. Turns out he didn’t need to. 

You two came out of the maze, only you weren’t alone. You and Wanda each had a security guard holding your arm. After you two were out of the maze completely, they let you go and walked off. It was then that Pietro noticed both of your disheveled states. And he could swear he saw two or three hickeys forming on your neck.

“No you didn’t-” He started, but you cut him off.

“Not a word.” Your hand found it’s way to Wanda’s as you guys walked towards the exit of the park, figuring it’d be bad Avengers press if you guys stayed any longer at this point. You had an awesome night anyway, and didn’t care if it ended a little early. Besides, you had a feeling you’d get to have some more...fun when you got back to the compound.

You didn’t notice Pietro high five Wanda’s free hand.

[dr4kenlvr]

Hello, could I request reader helping out shigaraki with his skin care routine please 

HELPING SHIGARAKI WITH HIS SKIN CARE ROUTINE

pairing: shigaraki tomura x gn!reader

genre: fluff

a/n: hi! thanks for requesting :) i did headcanons since it wasn't specified and i thought i could make the most out of them <3 also not proofread sorry LOL

ever since you started dating shigaraki, you made a mental note to take better care of himself than he does

you took notice of his lifestyle outside of the league, and saw that he barely tended to his personal needs- eating healthy, staying hydrated, getting full night sleeps, and of course, his skin care!

while helping him stay on track with the other equally important habits, you notice shigaraki take a faint interest in skin care

now, you and him have your own personalized routines that help him feel more confident in his own skin <3 (im sad now)

it started one night when you were applying your own moisturizer, creams, toners, etc, before heading to bed with him

he, for once not playing his games this late, observed that you were standing in front of the mirror for a little longer than he'd expect you too

"y/n? what's taking so long?"

"hm? oh im just doing my skin care give me a moment tomu'!"

skin care?? the fuck is that?? - shiggy, probably

he got up to see what exactly you meant by that, and was taken aback by the number of bottles you had in your pouch

honestly, the only thing he could recognize was the lip balm you used often in front of him

you smiled at his stare, wiggling your brows and asking "what tomu'? you want a routine yourself?"

when he didn't refuse, you got excited and decided to do some research in the morning!

now were here, you purchased some products that you thought would benefit shigaraki's skin type and condition the most

shigaraki found this bewildering, how you were so willing to help him find a bunch of shit for his face

and by how much there was, "holy shit, that's a lot y/n. you sure we even need this much?"

"yes! now shush, im gonna take you through this step by step."

"what the fuck, there're steps ??"

as you show him the right amounts of apply, and where to, and when to, shigaraki just nods and listen half-assed

because he's too concentrated on the feeling of your hands soothing over his skin so gently

"... this feels nice."

you just smile when you see that he's actually enjoying himself, and stay silent to not provoke him any longer

once he's gotten use to the order, he can do the routine himself :)

he's lowkey proud of himself, cause fuck its a lot of work and he applauds you for keeping up with it cause he'll forget sometimes LMAO

so whenever it's time to go to bed, you and shigaraki both make your way to the bathroom to do your respective routines

it's a very domestic scene,, just silently and comfortably getting ready for the end of the day with shiggy is so nice and relaxing

SO CUTE AHH

he likes to tell you when he notices the improvement in his skin's condition

he goes to thank you for your trouble, giving you a sweet kiss for helping him out <3

[gilmores-glorious-blog]

SO. i was on a five hour long flight and naturally i spent that time watching tua s3 because.. holy fucking shit it’s finally here. i wasn’t able to post the whole time so now it’s time for an obnoxiously long not-actually-live liveblog of episodes 1-3!!!!!!!

episode 1:

- there were only 16 women??????? that’s. suspicious.

- oH i love the parallels between this opening sequence with the sparrows and the same sequence with the umbrellas from s1

- fei you are actually so cool holy fuck

- the sparrows are so much more successful than the umbrella lmao rip

- the simple swap between “number X (name)” and “name (aka number X)” is so telling of how the sparrows are humanized where the umbrellas were not

- i KNEW jayme was my favorite for a good reason- she beats up racists!!!!!

- klaus going “ben 🥺” made me s a d

- good god i missed these idiots <3

- the “everyone else can see ben, right?” was. oof. the implications. (also klaus’ little hat tip was so cute)

- luther you’re an absolute sweetie and i love you

- “you slay me chris”

- oh no grace and diego angst,, it’s my weakness

- jayme’s power is so cool omfg

- footloose playing within the first ten minutes of the show…. let’s fucking GO s3 soundtrack!!!

- oh my god this dance battle,, i love big dorky men

- it took me so much longer than it should have to realize that this sequence wasn’t really happening and that it was. y’know. the hallucinogenic poison.

- okay but even thought it’s not real,, they’re DANCING :D !! klaus and ben are dancing together! and diego and grace!!

- ben punching klaus :,(

- why can everyone understand christopher???why is this not being addressed???????

- “this was era appropriate 😡!”

- fifteen minutes in and diego is flying around on top of christopher screaming “who’s your daddy”,,, i love this fucking show

- alphonso is not what i expected but i love him

- fei’s powers are SO FUCKING COOL I CAN’T GET OVER THEM

- alphonso’s powers are also so cool i’m obsessed with all of these bitches

- not cgi dolores i hate it here 😩 and five kissing air 😭😭

- obsessed with reginald only remembering the umbrellas as “scruffy, fatty, and sad girl”

- okay i feel a bit weird about umbrella-sparrow romances, but sloane and luther are real cute

- i love that this battle ends with a reminder that viktor is actually the most powerful ever

- ohhhh i love that first title screen with the umbrella and sparrow shadow

- “here you go… it’s your ass!” “……. okay! i think luther’s concussed.”

- curly haired klaus i love you <3

- lester who are you 👀 ?

- viktor being the peacemaker,, i love him

- luther you are. SO dumb. i adore you.

- i HATE that allison hasn’t figured out yet that claire wouldn’t exist here,, this is going to crush her (and me)

- hello mr. pug i love you :)

- :0 it IS mr. pennycrumb !!

- “the skinny one is their weak link” …is this leading up to a klaus powers arc?? is that what i sense is happening here???

- marcus is such a powerful leader, luther’s gonna be so insecure

- “you’re disgusting” “but consistent!”

- diego getting all soft when he mentions lila 🥺

- “and dad said i’d never go to summer camp :D” luther’s genuinely my fave this season he’s so cute

- allison and viktor talking about ray and sissy :,/

- viktor’s reaction to being called sister…. i sense a coming out arc coming on 👀

- hmm okay i’m assuming lester is harlan… the overstimulation and nature sounds are very autistic of him

- how many fucking towels does marcus go through

- marcus thinking viktor is/should be number one :,)

- marcus pulling the “you’re not even their number one” card not five minutes later ://

- badass viktor let’s fucking gooooo

- the birds materialize from fei herself,, that’s so cool :0

- ahsktjgjskeks obsessed with diego calling five a boomer

- highkey want to see the thirty year old five that would exist in this timeline

- “kill them” “sleep with them” remains the most iconic dialogue

- LILA LILA LILA LILA LILA LILA LILA—

- “hello lover ;)” i’m. gay.

- oh shit the kid is their SON?!?????? damn,, i did NOT see that coming

- HEY GRACE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!!!!!!

- hmmmm……. this giant energy wave can’t be good !

- MR. PENNYCRUMB NOOOOO 😭😭😭

- oh fuck oh shit MARCUS!!!!!!!!

- oh no this is so bad and they’re all happy for once too,, i’m. terrified.

episode 2:

- NOOOO THEY TOOK LUTHER D: MY BOY WAS JUST VIBING

- i love that their hairstyles are just changing with no explanation,, it’s been one (1) day and these bitches were like. you know what i need? some ✨grooming✨

- oh god oh fuck oh no…… allison 😭😭

- THE KENNEDY SIX,, OH NO 😩

- holy shit viktor’s realizing he’s trans via flashbacks of sissy this is too much for me 🥲

- the haircut :,)

- okay but when the fuck did diego have time to get a haircut

- ahwhwhwwhw i’m so proud of viktor

- i love that after he comes out there’s a beat and everyone’s like “yeah that’s chill” before five is like ANYWAYS back to being mad at you

- “he. tried. to. homicide us.”

- five is gonna be so sad when he realizes there is, in fact, another apocalypse

- okay but i love dad!diego so much

- the sparrows modernized the academy this is genuinely evil

- i miss umbrella ben :,( although i’m glad we get to see ben’s powers more because they’re sick as fuck

- oh lila,, what a disaster girl i love her

- aww excited five is so cute :D

- okay but why is it a british car and w h y is klaus driving??!??!

- aggressive tourist five my love <3

- gender euphoria viktor >>>>>>

- allison hargreeves #1 best sister award

- five appreciation arc let’s go!!!!! i love him and klaus bonding 🥺

- alphonso’s power would be so useful in combat jfc

- *alphonso’s chin falls off* “it does that sometimes :)”

- PROTECTIVE DAD DIEGO MY LOVE

- i love stanley so much he’s such a good combo of his parents

- ahsktkskaksk klaus is AMISH??!! i’m gonna lose it he’s the most non-amish person known to man!!

- luther and sloane are the jock4jock couple

- luther don’t lie to yourself, you never stopped caring about being number one

- AWWW SHE THINKS ITS COOL THAT HE WENT TO THE MOON :,D

- five singing along to the radio :,)

- not the casual shrine for marcus-

- oh nooo klaus’ mom 😭😭

- ALLISON KNOWS ABOUT KLAUS GOING TO VIETNAM??? SINCE WHEN??!!??! i stg if they skipped over him telling everyone about dave,,,

- the shot of klaus being chased by a bunch of amish people is so fucking funny

- “you have her eyes” oh okay guess i’ll cry now !

- allison babe…….. you have so much trauma

- not diego complaining about having a kid while allison’s mourning the loss of hers 😬

- the fucking grandfather paradox?! i hate that fucker :/

- no but luther and sloane are SO FREAKING CUTE 🥺🥺 the floating kiss :,)

- okay but also,, luther my mans your family kinda needs you right about now

episode 3:

- ahsktkskw luther’s so happy and proud of himself for getting laid i love him

- “condoms. for sex. which is a thing i do now.”my acespec luther agenda thrives, that is not an allosexual thing to say

- oh my god this plotline with klaus and his mom is gonna kill me 😭

- “when i was your age i was becoming a real man” oh ? trans rights ? mayhaps ? (i know i’m really reaching here but shut up trans diego is important to me)

- lila saying she’s slept with many many *people*….. queer rights baybie !!

- AHDKGJDJAKDKS— “nice try stockholm”

- it’s interesting to me that the sparrows act like they’re so much more loyal and put together than the umbrellas, but they obviously don’t care about each other nearly as much as the umbrellas do

- “flock of she-gulls” + ben laughing is very cute (i missed his laugh 🥺)

- morally gray girlboss allison be my wife please

- klaus your OUTFIT,,, WHY are you snorkeling what’s going on?!?

- “my tiny badass brother” :,)

- diego you are. such a bad dad holy shit. (not me typing this right as he says “i’m so good at [parenting]”)

- klaus WHAT did you just swim through—

- the sparrows have such a different dynamic with reginald than the umbrellas holy shit,, the way they call him “reg” and “reggie” and also are highkey kinda abusive towards him?? it’s really. huh. it’s really so different and i don’t know why.

- grace is so terrifying it’s not even funny

- lila i love you, but you are such a bitch

- dolores: is a mannequin lila: calls her a mannequin five: don’t you dare talk about her like that >:(

- luther is literally just chillin. he’s just vibin. good for him 😌

- “……wHaT eLsE dID i miSs wHiLE i WaS kIdnApPed?!!”

- luther falls in love FAST jfc

- “oh shit. you guys had gravity sex.”

- i feel bad for stanley,, diego stop leaving him challenge

- klaus is. he’s. he is a very pretty boy.

- oh fuck this shit for making me feel bad for reginald, i’m supposed to hate the guy

- it took two and a half episodes but klaus FINALLY mentioned dave (just by offhandedly referencing a lover, but still)

- no but i lowkey love klaus and reginald’s dynamic in this timeline

- oh but this is gonna fuck with klaus’ daddy issues so bad :,/

- luther’s so excited about viktor coming out :,)

- “why do you hate tiny sandwiches.”

- the “do you feel loved” scene with the three brothers is. so fucking cute.

- TRANS ALLY LUTHER HARGREEVES LET’S FREAKING GO

- WHY IS WILLIAM SHATNER HERE???!?!!!?!!

- not klaus being a william shatner fan 😳

- “OH! run :)”

- “molotov this, bitches!” - the angry 12 year old

- what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what’s happening what the fuck

- okay but i freaking called it (about harlan)

- are,,, are jayme and alphonso actually dead????? i am. Sad i liked the two of them. especially jayme,,, i’ve been in love with her since she was announced a year and a half ago, she can’t just d i e 😭😭