#yeah i get repulsed by a lot of things you like but hey not my cup of tea is allowed to be a thing without you losing things you like

[cometconmain]

... gotta love the amatanormativity of co-opting awareness months for something so fucking baked into every fucking facet of society I can't take two steps without it being shoved in my face, all while I'm considered broken or 'just haven't found the right person yet' or incapable of love entirely because the type touted as so fucking superior all the time ("Oh I was hoping we could be more than friends"/"Oh no they friend-zoned you"/etc etc) is the only type focused on 9/10 in way too much of society (anything challenging this simply for focus on familial love is lauded as so fucking groundbreaking and like, WHY THOUGH? WHY IS THIS GROUNDBREAKING??) and people won't fucking shut up about it or keep expecting me to participate or erasing my existence in anything and everything saturated in obsession with romantic love or-

ZJDHDGKHKDKCKHDJPFPJGJPCHLFPUVLJCLFLJFJLDLHDPFUFLHDDULPDUPDODUODHP!!!!!!!!

Ros learn you're not suddenly oppressed and need to re-assert your 'default correctness' or think people are forgetting the oh so fucking important romantic love type because we spend a whole 10fucking% of our time talking about things that actually fucking need awareness months challenge.

(Don't bother commenting if you don't understand what I'm talking about or somehow think I think romantic people shouldn't be allowed to have and show what they like. Use your brain and think about what's actually being said and go find people who have patiently explained this in more detail if you don't get why this pisses me off so much and what it is I'm talking about here.)

[ba9go]

bakugou katsuki finds you annoying (he has a soft spot for you) pt. 2

sort-of enemies to lovers with bakugou!! bakugou being avoidant bc he’s bad at feelings. he’s a little shit in this one but he makes it up to the reader!! liiiiiight angst/comfort.

pls read part 1 before 🧡 part 3 (nsfw)

the more you interact with bakugou, the more you���re baffled by the insults he comes up with.

you bump into him in the corridor, and the two of you are completely alone so it’s impossible for you to pretend you haven’t seen him, so you wave awkwardly at him.

“hey, bakug—”

“fuck off, rabbitface.”

bakugou brushes past you as he walks by, leaving you gaping at him in complete horror. “my ears are not that long!”

“cry about it, maybe your nose will twitch too!” bakugou responds without looking back at you, and you find yourself holding your nose on the rest of your way back to your room. it does not twitch one bit.

the day of the midterm exams, you’re full of jitters, standing outside the classroom and flipping through your notes frantically for some last minute revision.

“nervous?” you look up to see bakugou standing in front of you, smirking down at you with his arms crossed.

“yeah,” you admit sheepishly. “i don’t wanna fuck this up.”

“don’t be stupid. you studied, didn’t you?” bakugou’s smirk drops and he raises an eyebrow at you. you nod, and he clicks his tongue at you. “only thing stopping you now is you, then.” bakugou pokes the side of your head twice, roughly but not hard enough to actually hurt. it catches you by surprise, and it happens so fast that by the time his hand drops back to his side, you’re not sure it even happened.

“better not fuck it up, buttercup.”

as bakugou walks away from you, you’re still feeling frazzled, just not for the test anymore.

by this point, you’ve given up on asking mina and the rest for advice. they’re all convinced of the same thing — that bakugou somehow has a soft spot for you. you don’t believe it.

some days, bakugou looks a little less murderously at you, and you think that maybe, just maybe, he doesn’t completely hate your guts, but other days, he completely brushes past you like you’re invisible and you feel like a fool for ever hoping that maybe the two of you could be friends.

but then bakugou starts ignoring you more and more, and you start to wonder if he actually hates you.

you run into bakugou on the way to the gym, and you grab his sleeve before you can even stop to think twice. “bakugou, you good?”

“hah?!” bakugou recoils away from you and looks at you like he’s repulsed by your touch. “fuck do you want, extra?”

extra. you’ve noticed that bakugou’s started calling you that a lot more often recently. you’ve heard him say it before, but not to you. was that all you meant to him now? when did that happen? what changed?

“what do you want? did i piss you off or something? why are you being so—”

“i’ve always been like this,” bakugou hisses at you, and you don’t think you’ve seen bakugou this angry at you before. “and you’ve always pissed me the fuck off. so just fuck off already, would ya?”

bakugou stomps away like godzilla after a rampage, and you’re the tokyo that he’s completely ravaged.

soft spot, my ass.

for the next two weeks, you listen to bakugou. you stay out of his way, you don’t even try to meet his gaze when you walk into class or when you walk past him in the hallways. ignoring him didn’t feel natural to you, but every time you saw bakugou, you reminded yourself that you were just another extra. you’d get used to not talking to bakugou eventually.

the others picked up on this change as well. kaminari casually asked if bakugou had come up with any “interesting, new” names for you, to which you had responded, “haven’t spoken to him in a while, but he did call me an “extra” the last time.”

“extra?” kaminari repeated slowly, raising his brows. “he called you an extra? that’s low. especially since it’s you.” you shrug, and kaminari frowns. “have you talked to kirishima about it? i’m stupid but i don’t speak caveman like bakugou does. kiri’s our best bet at deciphering him.”

you decline kaminari’s suggestion, insisting that it was no big deal, but it seemed kaminari went ahead and told kirishima anyway, because “bro code”.

(1) new message from red riot:

red riot: hey, sorry about bakugou, he’s been a real asshole to you lately

you: hey kiri!!! pls don’t apologise

you: how do u even know lol? kaminari?

red riot: ding ding ding

you: 👎

red riot: sorry… bro code

red riot: i beat some sense into him dw

you: poor kami

red riot: oh no i meant bakugou

you: what

red riot: (👍ᐛ )👍

turns out, your conversation with kaminari had completely set off a chain reaction that you absolutely could not stop, with kirishima (bless his heart) confronting bakugou himself.

you: what

you: u mean u just went over and kicked his ass?

red riot: yup!

red riot: well i guess we took turns

you: ????

red riot: like i got two punches in and he got two punches in and we talked and then we called it a day

you: ???????????????

red riot: (👍ᐛ )👍

you don’t dare to ask kirishima for the details of what exactly happened during their brawl, and you don’t know how you’re ever going to face bakugou ever again. the thought of running into bakugou legitimately scares you, so you decide to hole yourself in your room for the rest of the evening, just to be safe.

well, you thought you were safe, until…

(1) new message from Unknown Number:

Unknown Number: It’s Bakugou.

Unknown Number: I need to talk to you.

Unknown Number: You in your room?

you: no (👍ᐛ )👍

Unknown Number: Yeah right

Unknown Number: I’m at the door.

you’re filled with equal parts dread and fear as you shuffle over to the door reluctantly. you peek through the peephole to see bakugou standing there with a plastic bag in his hand.

you open the door hesitantly.

“you look like shit,” bakugou says, and it sounds so familiar and so right, you almost burst out laughing despite the context of the situation. despite yourself, you can’t help the small smile that forms on your lips.

“here.” before you can say anything, bakugou’s grabbing your wrist and handing you the plastic bag. it smells like food so you think its takeout, but you look inside and see that it has a little plastic bento box and metal chopsticks.

“is this your way of apologising?” you grin cheekily, hoping to get some kind of reaction out of him, but bakugou stares back at you unflinchingly.

“yeah,” bakugou says. “is it working?”

‘it worked,’ bakugou thinks as he lets you fling your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug.

“it’s working,” you mumbled into his shoulder, and you feel two large hands grip around your waist.

extras:

(👍ᐛ )👍 is so kiri-coded i love it

(👍ᐛ )👍

kirishima was pissed after kaminari told him what happened between you and bakugou

he walked over to bakugou’s room all prepared with ice packs and shit

knocked twice, waited for bakugou to open the door, threw two punches

bakugou was confused asf but it pissed him off so punched kiri right back out of reflex

the fight stops then and there, kirishima hands bakugou the ice pack, and they both sit on his bed to talk

both are just holding ice packs to their cheeks

kirishima tells bakugou that it was unmanly of him to be mean to you when you did nothing but try to be nice to him

bakugou just listens quietly, he doesn’t really say much, doesn’t really know what to do to fix the situation

like he already knew that he fucked up before kirishima came to rock his shit

but kirishima is a true bro and he gives bakugou advice on how to make things up to you

(👍ᐛ )👍

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[ddejavvu]

I would love something with spencer protecting/defending reader! Maybe like the team goes out for drinks and a guy can’t take no for an answer? And like reader is totally capable of protecting herself but it just makes her so soft that spencer will stand up for her and keep her safe 🥲

You're nearing minute three of the sleazeball across the bar from you eyeing you up, and you suppose you're making it worse by checking if he's still looking. Because he is, every single time, and now you've made it look like you're interested.

"Oh, shit," You grumble as he pushes off of the wall behind him, heading your way, "Creep-o's coming over."

Creep-o fights through the crowd to land beside you, leaning obnoxiously close on the sticky table you're sitting at.

"Hey," He drawls, liquor hot on his breath, "Saw you starin' at me."

"I'm not interested," You lean away from him, into Spencer's side, "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong idea."

"Oh, hard to get," Creep-o infers, "I get it."

"No, you really don't. I'm taken, I wasn't trying to flirt with you."

"You sure? I think you just want me to chase you," The man smirks cockily at his false win, "'Cause you sure glanced back at me a lot."

"No," You start, but Spencer rings an arm around your waist and squeezes gently, calming your rising annoyance.

"Are you a fan of horror movies?" Spencer leans over to ask the man, who looks slightly confused at the interruption.

"I've seen my fair share."

"Okay. So, you know when the music gets suspenseful, and the character is walking into a dark room, and you know the chainsaw murderer is hiding behind the door?"

The man nods, once, still confused.

"But you watch anyways, and get scared? Some things are too repulsive to look away from."

"You son of a bitch," The man starts, but Spencer's slid off his stool in a second flat and Morgan is behind him. Spencer could do damage, you know he's fought unsubs before, but Morgan is even more visually intimidating, and this guy doesn't want to take his chances.

"Walk away." Spencer advises him, and it looks like it physically pains Creep-o to do so. But he does, in case one of the tall men squared up in front of him decide to lunge.

When it's safe, Spencer and Morgan reclaim their seats, the former bumping his shoulder into yours as he sits. You lean into him gratefully, murmuring forlornly, "It was my fault. I was looking at him."

"But you said no," Spencer hums, kissing the crown of your head and slipping his arm around your waist again, "I hope you don't mind that I stepped in. I know you could have handled him. He just made me mad."

"I don't mind," You muse, reaching to swipe away a bead of condensation that's on the table, "I liked it. A lot."

"Yeah?" Spencer cracks a grin against your hairline, "Horror movie metaphors are what do it for you?"

"That and your fists clenched," You reach out with your wet-tipped finger to ghost it along Spencer's thumb, "That was hot, Spence."

[bloggingboutburgers]

Hey, allo anon with an ace partner here. I wanted to say thank you so much for the well wishes! I figured I would send this in here again, so anyone else who is curious about what this experience looks like from the other side can see it.

My girlfriend came out to me a little over 2 years into our relationship. At the time it surprised me a lot, because she'd never given me any signs that she wasn't enjoying what we were doing. After we talked more I understood that she wasn't repulsed by sex and she didn't hate it, but she didn't really love it either and wanted to stop doing it for a while (so a sex-neutral ace).

Honestly, at the time, I did get anxious about it. Not just because of social conventions, but because I had viewed sex as an important bonding part of our relationship. I don't do well with change, and I was super worried about how a lack of sex would change our dynamic. I also had some insecurities about my own body, and my girlfriend admitting that she didn't see me as sexy was upsetting. But after speaking to my therapist, I realized that I was projecting my own issues on to the relationship. So I spoke with her again, and she reassured me that she wanted to be with me, and that she was confiding these feelings because she trusted me. She likes how I look, she just doesn't have the same sexual impulses I do.

So, I realized this was pretty much like cuddling. I love physical touch a lot, and I want to cuddle for a much longer time than she does. I like it when someone lies on top of me. She doesn't want me on top of her chest during cuddling. She still cuddles with me, but she tells me when she's satisfied, and we stop.

A few months went by, and I noticed that she wasn't spending any less time with me; she was actually spending more. We would still call every evening when we didn't meet up in person, we would still joke around, and she still told me she loved me and did everything she could to show it to me. We also began trying out new stuff together, and playing games and watching stuff more often. We also still had plenty of physical intimacy with things like cuddling and kissing, which made me really happy.

I realized that I didn't feel like anything was missing from the relationship. I just needed her to show and tell me she loved me in the ways she normally did. Sure, I am still attracted to her that way, but it wasn't something that would make or break the relationship.

It's been years since she came out, and at this point, I never expect anything sexual. It happens rarely, and I always check in with her multiple times before and during. We stop at any point she tells me. There are quite a few hard boundaries about what is and isn't off limits, and I always keep them in mind. I would rather satisfy myself forever than make her uncomfortable, and she knows it.

It's been over 5 years and we are still going strong. I am hoping to ask her to marry me in the next few years, because honestly, I can't picture wanting anyone else by my side. She is kind, funny, beautiful, intelligent, and treats me well. I could never ask for anything more from a partner.

Thank you SO MUCH for sharing. I myself definitely lack knowledge of what it feels like from an allo's perspective, so this was very educational for me, but beyond that... You have no idea how much hope this gives me.

From you being aware of how much sex meant to you in the context of your relationship and still being fine without it, to just... Heck, even your therapist for not blaming her for the situation. Therapy is still very much, in my country at least, an area where the absence or lower levels of sexual attraction will be hastily labelled as something wrong physically or mentally, so... Yeah, the amount of relief I felt reading that, you have no idea. And I can only imagine how much your partner appreciates it too.

Honestly I teared up a bit reading this - I sincerely wish you guys all the best and I hope you have a bright future ahead! (Also fun fact, seems you guys have been together as long as my partner and I have, it's nice to be able to relate to that too hehe^^)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 9

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You’re not sure what to do with yourself. You find the room with the silk tie on the handle and enter. You look around. Nothing special. A bed, a closet, a metal vanity with a round mirror, and a fluffy white rug. It’s all so minimalistically extra.

You put down your purse and keys and pace around aimlessly. You're really doing this. You're giving in. Or giving up. Whatever you want to call it.

You're tired of fighting. For years you did everything for Johnny, hoping something would be right. You only realise that now. You would tell yourself it's because you love him and you're just taking care of him, but really you were desperate for his approval.

Maybe it's just easier to be like Lloyd. To be unsentimental and crass. To not care about others or what they think. To just say what you want plainly and take it.

You're not that kind of person. You know that. And just because he's singled you out, it doesn't make this or you special. It's as basic as he says it is. Fuck, high five, move along.

You sit at the vanity and pull out an empty drawer. Restless, you check out the next one. There's nothing there. The place is as vacant as your life suddenly is.

You shut the last drawer and glance at your reflection. You look as tired as you feel. The swollenness is still there in your cheek and the skin still tender with bruises.

You peek behind your mirror image at the bed. You yawn as you stand up and cross to the mattress, spreading your arms wide as you fall onto it face first. You close your eyes, head heavy with fatigue but nerves too addled to sleep.

You let the last few days wash over you. Johnny's anger, the fear and humiliation, capped by Lloyd's salacious and repulsive offer. It's surreal and soul crushing.

You lose track of time, hovering between awake and sleeping. Each time you feel you might doze, your body gives a start, unable to relax in this strange place.

A sudden stinging slap reverberates across your ass and you roll over with a yipe. You push yourself up as you face Lloyd's smirking mustache. You sputter in shock as he winks at you.

"Hey, sweet cheeks, waiting on me?" He purrs.

"Jeez, what–"

"Don't look ready to me," he shakes his head, gripping one hip, "did you even see the gift basket I made up for you? I put time and effort into that. And I'm… me."

"Uh, well, uh, yeah," you say, shimmying to the edge.

"And what about the surprise in the bathroom? How about you go wash the motel off you and I'll get the place ready."

"Ready?"

"You know," he pokes the tip of his tongue out, "you like candles? Afraid I'm all out of rose petals."

"Uh, oh," you sniff, "I thought, maybe, I could settle in first–"

"Look pretty settled to me," he shrugs, "but if you're tired, you can just roll back over and I'll start from the rear–"

"Oh god."

"Come on. I'm trying. I brought some stuff," he points behind him and you see a tote beside the door frame, a floral bag you rarely got to use.

Fabric peeks out past the top and the top of your bedside lamp, the one with the scalloped shade. You don't really know why he took that. As much as he gives you the ick, you can't really say he's a total asshole.

"I also grabbed this," he turns and goes to the bag, pulling out the very bix that started all the chaos. He comes back to you and tosses it on the bed so the lid pops off. The pearl bustier peeks out beneath the tissue paper. "And it's not my size, so…"

He stares at you as you try to avoid his eyes. You reach to slide the box closer and exhale softly. May as well pull off the bandaid. If he's anything like Johnny, it won't take that much.

🍑

A long soak should be the only thing you could want. The prospect of after keeps you fron enjoy the water. The tension nestles deep and refuses to leave.

You wash, the bottle of untouched champagne on the counter. Another unwanted surprise. You're in no rush yet moving fast.

You recline and try to forget the circumstance. Try to be somewhere else, if only for a moment. You shudder out your anxiety and sit up to pull the plug.

You stand and dry off. Your stomach churns and your skin crawls. You fix your hair and go through your usual routine. Then you stop to examine the pearled strands that drape across the boning of the bustier.

It's awkward. You're not sure at first how to get into it. Then the panties. A thong of sheer fabric that seems to shimmer. Then the stockings, and garters. A bit much just for… that.

Your reflection moves in the mirror but you won't look at yourself. You near the door and try to hear through it. Is he even out there?

You twist the handle slowly and emerge into the dimmed room. The curtains are drawn and the lights are set low. There are candles lit, on the night stand and the white shelves built into the wall. The scent of vanilla mingles with something woodsy.

You don't see him but before you can turn, you feel him. He holds himself flush to your back. You out your hands on his forearms as he embraces you from behind. Be nuzzles the back of your head and takes a deep whiff. He hums as she wiggles his pelvis and urges you forward.

"You smell delicious," Lloyd growls as he walks you to the bed, "bet you taste even better."

[sirenium]

This started off as a multigender rant but includes other things, because I'm so pissed off at the queer community for these things that I need to fit it all in one post. Sit back and prepare for this, it's a long read (also feel free to scroll past) being multigender sucks because I feel too paradoxical to be taken seriously. It doesn't help that I'm also agender :/ Like yeah, identity is your own and you shouldn't shave off parts of it to appease others, but damn does the 'passive' hostility and invalidation towards multigender people such as myself make me feel pushed towards changing myself sometimes. You can scream into the void all you want about being normal about multigender people and how they label their experiences, but some people just... never will be. That's what it feels like, from the fucking queer community as well as cishet society. It sucks. I can never be comfortable to explore my womanhood because then my manhood and agenderhood will never be taken seriously. Hell, the fact that I simultaneously experience gender AND being genderless is enough for people to just shit on me and exile me from queer spaces. The fact that I prefer ze/hir and it/its and nounself pronouns is enough for people to call me one of the bad ones. AND, the fact that I am more comfortable being perceived as a man suddenly makes me a 'danger to women'. There are so many issues with how multigender people, neurodivergent queers (literally any kind of neurodivergent, not just the neopronoun xenogender autistic person), queer POC, the list goes on are treated; if you aren't a white woman god help you, god forbid you're a man in any way either. And don't even get me started about how aroace people are fucking treated. I could go on for another few paragraphs about how I, as someone who is aroace spec and a plethora of other things, don't feel safe sometimes. I could go on and on and on. And fuck it, I will (under the cut because this post is already comically long):

'Aroace is a spectrum' this, 'all aroaces are valid' that, until you're romance/sex oscillating or even favorable, until you're polyamorous, until you're also a lesbian or a gay person or m-spec. Even in the fucking aroace community you're held by some bar of being aroace enough, and if you diverge even slightly god forbid. Allo fictives of aroace characters, hell even those who are aroace in a different way, have to listen to the incessant whining of the 'stop making sexual/romantic fiction of this character! they're repulsed in canon!' crowd. It's fucking obnoxious. Aroace people are already not taken seriously, aroallos and alloaces are already not taken seriously, and then you have the clown parade of people forcing their own idea of what they want you to be down your throat. The queer community and its many facets feel so fucking unsafe at times, and that sucks because we're all we've got. Some people don't have supportive family or connections outside of online queer spaces, and this is what they get. It's so incredibly shitty. I don't feel aroace enough because of my experiences, despite also having very stereotypical aroace experiences. I feel forced to constantly be sex/romance averse at times because again, god forbid you're ever favorable. I have two partners, okay? I have partners who I don't necessarily 'love' but care about a lot, and then I have to come across things that erase the fact that I am quite often averse to sex and romance because of this fact! People like me are constantly erased, and when they're represented in fiction people throw a hissy fit. "Oh you're forcing an aroace character into allonormativity!" Hey asshole: maybe, just maybe, aroace people can date just as much as they aren't required to. Fucking. Jesus. Some community this is, for there to be so much exclusion and hatred and segregation.

[sketching-pasketti]

Oh hey look it's the longest fucking post I'll ever make

Proxy Headcannons

——————————————————————————

General Headcannons:

All of them hate Slender but literally can't do anything about it cause he controls them

Everyone hates Tim but love Brian

Toby is a gremlin

Individual Headcannons (Masky/Tim):

"Oh I'm a whore for red velvet cake" "Yeah, Tim you say that everytime we go get cake"

Smells like cologne and cigarettes

Tired 24/7

Probably hates Slender the most out of all of them

Loves Five Guys a lot for some reason

"Uh, half of y'all have criminal records and the other half are supernatural creatures, no shit Slender won't let y'all work"

Says "y'all" a lot even though he's not southern (me too tho)

Cannot stand county music

A metalhead

Coffee addict

Calls people nicknames sometimes (example: Kate;Katie, Lulu;Lu, Lazari:Lazii, Kate:Katester)

"Ow? My ass?? What the hell, Katie????"

Speaks 4 languages

Can't stand Jeff

"You smell like cigarettes and it's really repulsive" "Okay?? You smell like weed, shut up"

Kicks ass at Mario Kart Wii

Also kicks ass at Wii Sports

Individual Headcannons (Hoodie/Brian):

"I pay for all of you guys' food so I don't think you get to say anything"

Is always either in his room or out at the store

Disappears for literally months and then comes back like nothing happened

Low-key has a (b)romance with Tim

Babysits Sally

A swiftie

Really likes Hits Different

Assigns people random emojis to their names

Examples are Tim(🚬), Toby(👹), Kate(🥺), Jeff(🔪)

Plays visual novels in secret

Not really though, cause Slender knows

Really good friends with Jane and her wife

Doesn't like how itchy his mask is

Wants to run Offender over with a car

Individual Headcannons (Toby):

Screams Taylor Swift lyrics at people who piss him off (*cough cough* Tim *cough cough* ex; "LET'S FAST FORWARD TO 300 TAKEOUT COFFEES LATER" "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU RODGERS??")

Also blasts music at ungodly hours

Heavily annoyed that Tim is the only one that Slender trusts to help with his tic attacks

Heard Jeff snort crack once and now that noise is a tic of his

Names his hatchets

"oh no"s randomly

Threw an egg at Slender once

Screams the lyrics to the songs he listens to

Has a collection of shiny things he's stolen from his victims

Honks (goose or car, you decide)

5'8"

Ate glue on multiple occasions

Didn't even notice it was glue actually until Brian told him

Tastes Jane's candles (she gets very upset at this)

Bites people

Forgets he chewed the side of his mouth off and gets shocked when he looks in the mirror

Rare whisper boy

His grandparents taught him German and now he has an accent and everything

Drew on all of his Converse

Perches on the stair railing

Sleeps in the starfish position

Individual Headcannons (Kate):

Also draws on her Converse

Draws everyone and everything

Painted most of the pictures Slender has in his office

Helps Toby collect shiny things

Hunches over like the hunchback of Notre Dame whenever she's doing something

Her back hurts constantly

Mapped the house so she wouldn't get lost

Whisper girl

Pierced her nose by herself (and made a huge fucking mess)

Let's Sally do her makeup

Slaps Tim's ass everytime he walks past her

Eats crayons on purpose

Vomits each time though

Has a large vinyl collection

And a Funko pop collection

Uses "🥺" unironically

Can ice skate

[lovemybluebully]

Loser Logan

X-men '97-verse

Post Episode 4 (Felt like a good place to stick this before the angst of Episode 5)

M/M Tickle fic

SFW (some swearing, but it's mostly fluff)

I can't help but love Logan and Morph's relationship. It's almost as good as the one Logan has with Nightcrawler. ^_^ This dumb little fic of mine just shows their close relationship, and as per my usual naturally has A LOT of tickling in it. This is a tickle fic after all. I can see Morph being quite the tickle monster, especially since he enjoys making Logan laugh. If tickling isn't up your alley then best to scroll on.

I wrote this showing hints that Morph kinda has a thing for Logan with Logan seeming to get that even though he doesn't reciprocate it, but still loving his friend all the same and letting him indulge a little. Nothing super blatant.

NOTE: I did write Morph as a 'he' in this story. I honestly was just getting confused on how to properly use 'they/them'. Morph has predominantly been depicted as male and goes by ''Kevin" so I figured it was okay. If that bothers you though then maybe you want to skip this one.

Holy crap! I did not mean for it to be this long, but I was just having too much fun writing these two interacting together. I kept trying to end it, but just kept writing more and more each time. XD This is easily the longest fic I've ever written.

Word count: 9,911

Logan winced as the flavor of the extra sweet liquid overwhelmed his sensitive palate once he took a swig from his beer bottle. Making a face of disgust and shaking his head he set it down on the edge of the pool table in the mansion's rec room.

"That's the last time I let ya choose the beer at the market," he muttered, looking over at his friend, Morph, who frowned in offense before transforming into an exact copy of Wolverine.

"ThAt'S tHe LaSt TiMe I lEt Ya ChOoSe ThE-....," he mocked in Logan's voice before returning to his normal form, swaying a little from the alcohol in his system, "Geez, just dump it out then! No one is putting a gun to your head and forcing you to drink it."

Logan grunted and rolled his eyes as he reached for his bottle of whiskey to pour himself a shot. Morph could be so overdramatic.

"Look pal, if there's one thing ya oughta know about me it's that I never waste a beer. No matter how bad it may be," he tossed the liquor down his throat.

"That's not entirely true. Remember the other night when I turned into Sabretooth to try to cheer you up? You stabbed the crap out of that six pack I had brought along. You're definitely going to Hell for that one," Morph was quick to point out the incident as Logan recollected and spit out a laugh.

"Oh yeah. An unfortunate casualty in the heat o' the moment. Well with the exception of that time it's not somethin' I do consciously. Not even a crap light beer like this one. An' what's that flavor? Is that....strawberry?" He made another repulsed face as Morph only shrugged this time.

"Ok, you made your point. You pick the next box. But for the record that beer you destroyed the other night, that was your favorite. Thought it would help make you feel better."

"Still did in the end. Even though it sounds like I almost fucked it all up. Hmph, speakin' of that night I never told ya thanks fer all that," a smile quirked at the corner of his mouth as the buzzed Morph threw an arm over his broad shoulders.

"Hey don't mention it. Despite you being a stubborn ass and trying to ignore me there was no way I was going to let you stay in that funk of a mood you were in," his arm tightened around Logan's neck while his free hand gave him a playful head noogie, making Logan growl and shove him away.

"Yeah yeah, I get it. I'm an asshole an' yer a saint." 

"Hey now, you're not just an asshole, you're my asshole........That came out wrong," Morph facepalmed while Logan chuckled quietly, "Oh hey, where's Jubilee at? Surprised she's not down here with us."

"Well she is gettin' older so I doubt she's wantin' to hang around a couple o' guys like us so much anymore. She seems to like that Roberto kid a lot, an' bein' that it's her birthday I imagine she's with him this evening," Logan growled a little as Morph laughed and patted him on the back.

"Easy killer. He seems like a nice kid. Just needs to come to terms with his mutant side, and Jubilee is doing everything to help him out with that. She's blossoming into a smart, beautiful young lady and you should be proud of her."

"Still I'm keepin' an eye on him. An' if he ever does anything to hurt her, I'll make sure he regrets it...slowly," Logan picked up his pool stick and bent over the table to play his next shot, but then chuckled as something came to his mind, "By the way speakin' of regret, real smooth with that jab at Magneto this mornin'."

Morph's face fell as he groaned while the moment from earlier replayed in his head, leaning against the table with beer in hand.

"Ugh, why'd you have to bring that up? That was so embarrassing! I mean, how was I supposed to know?"

"I gotta ask, is it unintentional, or do ya just really like makin' situations as awkward as humanly possible?" Logan was able to get his shot off and sink his ball into the side pocket, but it was immediately followed by a finger poking him in the ribs as he jumped with a half-giggle, "Shit! Quit doin' that!"

The shapeshifter gave a satisfied smirk at his reaction and grabbed a cue stick for his turn at the game.

"You asked for it. But seriously, I felt so bad about what I said. If he already didn't before I'm sure he totally hates my guts now."

"Well I wouldn't sweat it too much. The guy's a prick. Besides I'm pretty sure he ain't in his room cryin' about it right now. He's heard a lot worse than yer tasteless joke so don't flatter yerself," Logan shrugged, rubbing a big hand over his irritated ribs as he begrudgingly finished off his beer.

"I guess so. Still I feel like maybe I should go apologize later. He might appreciate that. What do you think?" Morph was toying with the stick in his hand now as his mind wandered, causing the bigger man to roll his eyes.

"I think ya oughta stop worryin' about it an' take yer damn shot already."

"Sorry, it's the alcohol, I guess. I'm a bit of a lightweight if you haven't noticed," Morph replied, the effects of the alcohol making him a bit unsteady as he squinted and tried to line up his shot, "You know it wouldn't kill you to show a little more compassion once in a while."

"That'll be the day. Besides I think ya do enough o' that fer the both of us, Nancy," Logan grinned and slapped his friend on the upper back right after he had hit the cue ball, sending him face down into the table.

"Excuse me? Did someone say my name?" Morph sounded off with his best Scott Summers voice as he lifted his head to reveal the face of their team's leader, making Logan chuckle dryly.

"Yer a real riot, ya know that?"

"I'm very aware, thank you. And I still scored a point despite you. In fact it looks like I'm winning so far," Morph transformed back to normal and stuck his tongue out at him as Logan surveyed the remaining pool balls left in play.

"Easy to be winnin' when ya cheat. It's a little hard to concentrate when some shit head keeps ticklin' ya," he gave a stern look as Morph just giggled at the thought. 

With Logan's natural hyper senses and Morph's spirited personality and tendency to be physically affectionate it didn't take long for him to discover at some point in their relationship that Logan was unbelievably ticklish from head to toe; something Morph found incredibly hard to resist exploiting at every turn. 

With his adamantium skeleton and healing factor Wolverine was practically impenetrable and his mind was very accustomed to handling the worst pain imaginable so Morph was beyond pleased to find something that could easily crack through his tough outer shell and loosen him up a bit.

It didn't help that Logan always let him get away with it unscathed, but Morph also had the feeling that Logan really didn't mind it too much, despite what he might say.

"It's not my fault the big, bad Wolverine is so adorably sensitive," Morph teased with a pouting face as he gently tugged Logan's sideburn, receiving a half-hearted growl and swat to his hand, "Besides it's the most surefire way to get a smile out of you."

"I don't need ya worryin' about me so much, Morph. It ain't worth yer time," Logan huffed and poured himself another shot of whiskey.

"I think I'm allowed to be the judge of that. You can't shut us all out, you know? No matter how hard you may try. Like it or not, you're stuck with me until the end of time," he smiled broadly as Logan let out a sigh and swallowed the shot.

"I get what yer sayin', but ya have yer own problems that ya need to work out. The things ya went through with Sinister.....shit like that doesn't go away overnight. I know yer always hidin' yer pain behind humor, but sooner or later yer gonna have to deal with it. Take it from me, ya got a long road ahead before ya can even begin to start healin'. So the last thing I want is fer you to be takin' on all my fuckin' issues too," he sulked, leaning against the wall as Morph looked at him thoughtfully.

"You're right about some things, Logan. It is going to take me awhile to get through it all, but I am dealing with it in the best way that I know how. You see, sharing my humor with you all does help heal me. I realize I have a family here; people who actually care about me, and it makes me feel good knowing that I have the ability to make others feel good too. I feel like everyone here brings something to the table, and just having that type of support means the world to me. I can't even imagine what I'd be like if I was out on my own." 

A soft smile came to Morph's face as his mind wandered back. 

"I'll never forget how you did everything in your power to try to get me back on the team, even when you didn't succeed right away. I owe you a lot and believe me I'd never consider you not being worth my time. You have to know you deserve that and more."

"To be honest I don't think I ever deserve anything worthwhile," Logan took it all in and after a few moments of silence he finally nodded, "But ok, I believe ya. Just promise me ya won't take on more than ya can handle. It ain't fair to do that to ya."

"Now it's my turn to tell you not to worry about me so much," Morph grinned and punched him on the shoulder with no effect, "I know I've had my weak moments and even some breakdowns, but I promise you that I'm managing just fine for now. The best medicine I have is being here with you....and the rest of the team. Trust me."

"Yer one o' the few that I do in this whole world, bub. I don't know if that means somethin' to ya, but it does to me."

"It really really does. Truly. I may be drunk, but I promise it's not the beer talking when I say that I love you. Anyways cheer up. This is supposed to be a fun evening, not a pity party," Morph put his arm around Logan's shoulder to give him a firm side hug, feeling his tense muscles relax considerably.

"Sorry. I really am a piece o' work, in case ya haven't noticed. Didn't mean to bring down the mood."

"You're forgiven, but I have to warn you that if you don't smile soon then I may have to do something drastic. I'll have you know that it's always worth my time to hold you down and tickle you until you can't think straight," Morph added, pleased to see it made Logan snort a laugh before he hastily moved away from the other.

"I'm pretty sure that goes against the Geneva Convention, but whatever ya dumbass."

"You know I'm kind of thinking about doing it anyways since you didn't reciprocate my proclamation of love for you," Morph tilted his head and raised a teasing brow as Logan backed further away while shaking his head.

"That ain't necessary. I do love ya, buddy. Yer part o' the family, an' the team's just not the same without ya. Now quit threatenin' me an' just stay away on my next shot here, okay? Hands offa me."

"Alright alright, I won't do anything," Morph made his arms get sucked inside his body, grinning when he saw Logan let out another chuckle, "Oh but first..."

Morph's arm reappeared as he scurried to the nearby radio to turn on the popular music station, the sound of Freak Nasty's "Da Dip" coming out of the speakers.

"Now lets get this party back on track!" Morph declared as he began swaying his hips in place and moving his arms around in flowing patterns, allowing the beat to take over his body.

Logan tried to hold back his amused smirk as he watched.

"Will ya cut that out? Yer ridiculous." 

Morph turned around and made eye contact as he smiled mischievously and started dancing and scooting his way across the room towards his quarry while he sang along to the song.

"I put my hand upon your hip, When I dip, you dip, we dip, You put your hand upon my hip, When you dip, I dip, we dip..."

While belting out the chorus Morph placed his hand on Logan's side as he grabbed at Logan's hand and tried to place it on his own hip with the man struggling to fight him off the whole time.

"Get the hell offa me," Logan laughed at the silliness of his friend as he slapped at his busy hands and pushed back against him, "If ya think yer gonna get me dancin' then yer dead wrong. I haven't had that much to drink. Besides I need to take my turn at the game now."

Morph finally allowed himself to be pushed away as he put on a face of mock pout.

"Aw fine, you old party pooper. I'll let you off this one time, but next time you are gonna be shaking it with yours truly," he snapped his fingers and rocked his hips some more before straightening up and gesturing to the table, "Maybe you can remove that big stick from up your ass long enough to take your shot. Go ahead, I promise I won't touch you."

Logan rolled his eyes and flipped him off as he looked down again at the pool table. 

The only good shot he had was extremely close to the 8 ball so he would have to calculate this just right or he risked knocking it in. He picked up the chalk and rubbed it onto the tip of his cue stick before looking over at Morph, who stood innocently on the other side of the table against the wall, and then bent down to get into playing position.

The prospect of hitting in the 8 ball had him a little nervous, but after a few tense seconds he made his move. The cue ball went hurtling smoothly towards his striped ball before striking it where intended and sending it rolling down the table into the corner pocket.

Logan smirked and was about ready to gloat, but he failed to notice that the cue ball had just knicked the edge of the 8 ball and set it into motion as well. Morph's little gasp and excited pointing of his finger alerted him to it, though all he could do now was just watch and hope for a miracle.

He held his breath as the solid black ball ever so slowly rolled towards the center pocket before teetering on the edge of the lip........and then stopping. Logan released his breath, ready to start bragging again.

"An' that's how it's done," he managed to say just before the 8 ball finished its journey and fell into the pocket with a deafening clacking noise as it landed on the other balls.

It was quiet for a minute before Morph let out a whoop of triumph and punched at the air as he began bouncing around the room.

"I aaaam the chaaampion! I aaaam the chaaampion!" He sang as he obnoxiously danced around his grumpy teammate.

"Bullshit," Logan grumbled and then glared at Morph with accusation, "Ya bumped the table."

"I did not! Don't be a sore loser now. I believe you owe me some money," Morph grinned with a raised brow and held out his hand.

"Alright fine. Even though I'm sure ya knocked that 8 ball in somehow, I'll let ya have this one. What did we say? Ten bucks?"

"Yup, that was the wager," Morph nodded, watching Logan pull out his wallet before opening it with a shake of his head.

"Hmph, I'm a little short on cash right now. I'll have to get ya later."

"Hey no worries, I accept alternate forms of payment," Morph's smile widened while he eyed the bottle of whiskey set out nearby.

"Oh yeah? Think ya've had enough to drink already, pal," Logan smirked as he observed his friend swaying a little on his feet.

"Uh thanks for the advice, dad, but I'll say when I've had enough. I'm starting to lose my buzz here!" Morph made a poor attempt at grabbing the bottle away while Logan just smoothly moved it aside out of his reach.

"Nah, yer done. Yer worse than a teenage girl on prom night. Just as annoyin' too." 

"Ooooh I'm gonna tell Jubilee you said that."

"Well can't blame ya fer that. Ya girls gotta stick together, right?"

"You are just so insufferable, do you know that?" Morph smirked with his hand on his hip, making another grab for the bottle as Logan easily held him back with one hand and grinned.

"Thanks. Comes naturally."

"Aw come on, please? Just let me have one more drink and I'll consider your debt settled."

"I don't think so, bub. Trust me. Fer yer own good." 

Morph had to take pause because Logan's voice had lost its teasing tone and sounded more of genuine worry now. His eyes moved off of the whiskey bottle and looked up to Logan's face to find a look of concern spread over his usually intimidating features.

Despite how Logan normally wanted to portray himself the man certainly could be caught wearing his heart on his sleeves on more than one occasion. Morph felt a little guilt that he was causing his friend to worry about him again, even in such a small way. He certainly didn't want to ruin the mood again.

"Huh. Do you really think I've had too much?"

"Not yet, but I guarantee if ya have anymore you'll regret it. 'Sides it's not a good idea to start drinkin' the hard stuff after ya drank so much beer. Especially when it's like that sweet tastin' shit ya bought," Logan released his hold on him as Morph took a step back and crossed his arms with a joking pout.

"I wish I had your healing factor. Then I wouldn't be such a lightweight."

"It's a gift an' a curse, bub. Really I wouldn't wish it on anyone," Logan cast his eyes down and sighed as he momentarily picked up the whiskey bottle to screw the cap back on securely.

Dammit! He had stirred some gloom back into Logan's current train of thought. All he wanted was to keep the good times going for as long as possible, but he just kept digging the hole deeper every moment he opened his mouth. Time to just give in and admit being wrong.

"Okay okay, you're probably right. No more alcohol for me. I concede," Morph nodded as he bowed out with his hands up in defeat; happy to see Logan brighten up when he did.

"Glad yer comin' to yer senses. Tryin' to save ya from a bad hangover here, idiot."

"Aww my hero!" Morph momentarily sprouted feminine facial features and batted his big eyelashes as Logan sighed and rolled his eyes, "But hang on, you're not getting out of it that easy. You still owe me some kind of payment since I won the game."

"Well I don't have the money so tough shit. An' ya ain't gettin' this alcohol either so what're ya gonna do about it?" Logan smirked as he squared up his beefy shoulders and extended the claws on one fist in an attempt to intimidate his friend into backing down. 

Too bad that whole macho act never worked on Morph, but hearing his smug response definitely gave him some inspiration. He knew exactly just how he could collect some sort of payment and also take Wolverine's ego down a peg.

"Oh I'm not too concerned with either. I'm sure you'll pay me in some way very soon," the shapeshifter dismissed him with a hand before looking past and pointing behind him, "But hey, do you think that maybe Jean would like a drink?"

Logan was surprised because he hadn't detected Jean's scent anywhere near the room, but he still turned his head to look regardless and retracted his claws at the same time. The second he did that Morph plowed right into him like a linebacker and took him to the ground; pool stick clattering to the floor with the both of them.

"MORPH!! What the hell do ya think yer....?!?!"

"Bahaha! I knew you would fall for that! Change of plans, buddy boy! Loser can't pay then loser gets tickled!" Morph crowed with inebriated glee as he scribbled his fingers all over Logan's stomach with lightning speed.

Normally Logan could hold his own for a short while, but the alcohol in his bloodstream and the joking mood he had been in had all of his mental shields disabled, making him feel especially ticklish right now. Not even the thick flannel shirt he was wearing was dulling the sensations and the tickling had him cackling immediately.

"N-No! Daahahahahhahaa-Dohohohon't! Geheheheddoffamehehehehehe, ya stuhuhuhupid ahaahaahasshole!" Logan's left hand reflexively shot out, landing on Morph's face as he used it to try to push the other mutant off of him, but Morph only ducked under his reach and continued his vicious attack.

"Sorry, not happening. You can just keep your alcohol and your lousy ten bucks. Tickling you to death will do just fine," Morph's nimble fingers dug into his wide ribcage, tickling methodically between every rib for maximum effect. With that Logan's raspy laughter deepened as he desperately tried to crawl backwards with one arm while clumsily attempting to fend off his friend with the other.

"Mooooorph stahahahahahop! I wahahahas juhuhust try'na he-help yahahaha!"

"Do I look like I need help? Don't think so! The only one who needs help here is you. Except no one's coming to save you, mwahahahaha!" Morph laughed maniacally while drilling his fast-moving fingers into Logan's sides as the man's arms finally weakened and caved beneath him, collapsing onto his back in a heap of giggles.

Morph observed him fondly as the normally bad-tempered feral spastically twisted and squirmed helplessly while his big arms reflexively wrapped around his upper body in a last-ditch effort to protect himself, even though he knew it wasn't going to help him.

"Aw what's the matter, big guy? Is somebody just a little bit ticklish? Coochie coochie coo!"

"Shuhuhut uhuhuhup! Bwahahahahaah! I swehehehehear I'm gonnahahahahahaha guhuhuhuhuut yaaaa!"

"Yawn. Boring. Heard that one before. You really need to come up with some new material, you know? But if you're serious this time, go ahead and do it. I'll wait," Morph dared with a smirk as he eyed the deadly hands and waited for the claws to emerge. But Logan's hands only flailed around as they tried to guard and block Morph out of gaining access to his sensitive torso; failing quite miserably.

"Yeeeah, I thought as much. I know you'd never hurt me if you could help it. So you just lay there and take it like the big, scary, ticklish man that you are."

Logan cursed that Morph had called his bluff, but what did he expect? The shapeshifting mutant knew him better than pretty much anyone.

"Shihihiiit! C'moohahahahahon! Quit-hahahaha-Quit ticklin' mehehehee!"

"Sure I'll stop.....once you piss yourself," Morph quipped immediately as Logan attempted to growl through his laughter.

"I f-fuhuhuhuckin' hahahahahate yahahaha!"

"Now that's a lie if I ever heard one. Fine, say something nice about me and I'll think about letting you live," Morph proposed while Logan quickly replied without any hesitation.

"Okaahaahaay! Yer goohoohood at b-bein' a dihihihihick!"

"Hmmm, while that may be true that's not exactly a compliment. Try again. Here I'll even give you a moment to breath in good faith," he paused the tickle attack as Logan panted from below him

"....Alright fine....I'll admit, ya are a good lookin' guy. I mean seriously, ya got model potential."

Morph wasn't expecting to hear something like that, and he was immediately put on alert as his face twisted into suspicion of Logan's exact intentions. 

"Oh get out of here, you don't mean that. I'm not sure if you've noticed, but I'm no Sean Connery."

"Sure I do. An' ya know what? If this X-men thing doesn't work out for ya, ya could always take a job workin' as a department store manneQUINAAHAHAHAHaaahahahahhahaha!" Wolverine exploded back into guffaws as Morph jumped on top of him and resumed tickling him even harder.

"Ok, I have to admit that was a good one. But it was also RUDE! You, mister, have just earned yourself a nonstop tickle session!"

"W-Wohohohohorth ihihihihitahahahahahahaahah!"

The banter between them was always constant, but they both understood that it was all in good fun and never took anything to the heart. Not to mention it gave Morph plenty of excuses to really wreck his friend.

"One more chance! Come on, just say one serious thing! You know you appreciate my humor and wit, especially when I'm making fun of the other guys! I'm super good at making you laugh! You've said so yourself!"

Logan was really in over his head with Morph being very familiar with all of his most ticklish spots, but he couldn't stop himself from continuing to tease and provoke the shapeshifting mutant.

"Nohohohot hahahard! Aaahahahahaha! Ye-Yer fahahahaace dohohoes that alohohohone!"

Morph just sighed and shook his head with a pitying smile.

"Keep talking, dummy. It's only gonna make it worse for you. Speaking of worse, lets really get those lungs of your working!" 

From where he sat perched on his legs, Morph used his long reach to bury his furiously fluttering fingers into Logan's very ticklish armpits as the big lug howled in deep, rumbling laughter with his arms futilely clamping down; Morph being able to physically contort and manipulate his fingers to keep them easily working around in the tight crevices.

"Noooohohohohoho! Dahahahammit! Haahahahahahahahahaha! Nohohot thehehehere! Ahahahahalright alrihihihihight! Ju-hahahahhahah-Just st-stohahahahop fer a sehehehehehecond!" 

He was pretty surprised when Morph actually stopped as requested.

"I'm allowing leniency despite my better judgement, so this had better be good. No funny business," Morph crossed his arms with a smirk, looking down from his seat on top of his friend, who took a moment to catch his breath before nodding and taking on a more serious tone.

"Okay....Okay....ya win. Ya know what yer good at, Morph? I ain't lyin' when I say that yer one of the best people I know. Yer good at always showin' up fer the team no matter what the odds. Ya may not be the biggest guy, but ya got the biggest heart. I know I can always count on ya to have my back in a fight. Yer good at makin' things seem brighter when everything else looks grim. Ya have the most positive outlook of anyone I've ever met despite the things ya been put through. An' yeah, yer a pretty funny guy an' ya really do know what to say to make me laugh. On top of all that yer a damn good friend. No one appreciates ya more than me," he finished, seeing the complete look of surprise on Morph's face.

"Logan I....wow, that was.....I wasn't expecting all of that. Did you really mean it?"

"Yeah, of course I did. Ya know me, I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it. I'd go to the ends of the Earth fer ya, buddy," Logan's face was completely serious as he smiled up at him in the most genuine way, making Morph's heart melt.

"I know. You've proved that to me before, and I'll be forever grateful. I can't believe a blob of goo like me was lucky enough to land a friend like you," Morph reached out to put a gentle hand on his shoulder as Logan shook his head.

"No, I'm the lucky one, bub. Also worth mentionin' that yer one of the only people that can even come close to puttin' my mind in a more peaceful place, which ya know ain't easy," he joked, breaking the emotional tension as Morph barked a laugh.

"Hah! That I do know. You really are the most stubborn man I've ever met."

"But ya know what yer good at most of all, Morph? Somethin' yer untouchable at?"

Morph urged him on with his eyes, wondering what other compliments Logan could possibly throw at him, but as he watched his friend's soft smile turn into a smug grin he immediately knew something asshole-ish was about to leave his mouth. So much for that touching moment.

"Always makin' the worst jokes at the wrong times that just make the room so goddamn uncomfortable that ya could cut the tension with a-"

"YOU'RE DEAD!!" Morph declared and transformed into Spiral to give himself six arms as he took ultimate pleasure at seeing his friend's eyes widen in terror before all hands dispatched immediately to mercilessly tickle all over his ribs, stomach and under his arms.

The burly mutant instantly began laughing like crazy, unable to effectively defend against all the assaulting appendages at once and knowing he had completely screwed himself now.

"Mohohohohohohooorph nohohoho! Baahaahahhahahahahahaha! W-Wahaahaahaahaaaait! I tahahahake it bahaahaahaahaahaack!"

Morph temporarily transformed his face into Wolverine's to repeat his recent words.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't mean it," he muttered in Logan's growly voice and then just as quickly resumed Spiral's appearance, "That is what you said, isn't it? So sorry to tell you that your request for a take-back is hereby DENIED!"

Morph went in on him hard now with hands even reaching back to tickle around Logan's knees and squeeze at his thighs as the heavily muscled mutant kicked and bucked and used whatever little energy he had left to try to defend himself. They both knew he was done for though.

"You know, you're not that smart. You could've easily used that whole brotherly love distraction to escape, but yet here you are. I should've known, you're really enjoying this, aren't you?"

Morph then giggled with glee as he spotted a new opportunity. In all his thrashing about, Logan's button-down shirt had become untucked from his pants to expose a peek at his hairy, bare stomach.

"Ooooh now what have we here....?" Four of his hands immediately dove underneath the shirt to madly tickle the now vulnerable bare skin of Logan's upper body, causing him to let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched squeal before resuming his chaotic laughter and undecipherable babbling.

Morph couldn't help but laugh at his explosive reaction, still finding it hard to believe that the gruff and tougher than nails Wolverine was so helplessly ticklish; his bulky arms clamping against his body as he futilely tried to stop the hellish movements of the hands inside his shirt.

"So this is how the great Wolverine dies....his big dumb mouth getting himself tickled to death. Hey, that'll look great on your headstone, don't you think? Hehe, c'mon now. Say uncle, ya big lug," Morph smirked as he gazed down at the state of his friend, "You know you're kinda cute when you look like this."

Logan was wheezing for air between harsh laughs as tears leaked out of his eyes, weakly wriggling on the floor and resigning himself to his fate. He desperately scrunched up his shoulders as teasing fingers reached in to scratch all over his thick neck and under his chin before easily finding the sensitive spots behind his ears.

He couldn't even throw out any more of his smart ass replies and joking insults because of how hard he was laughing from the thirty fingers assaulting so many of his weak spots; currently massacring his rock hard abs and muscular obliques.

Big muscles, healing factor, adamantium bones....all completely useless against the tickles.

Morph was always content to keep him laughing for as long as possible, though he left the ball in Logan's court and gave him plenty of opportunities to get himself out of it. Seldom did he ever seem to take it and would blame it on his strong will and stubbornness.

His whole life the man only knew mistreatment and pain of the highest levels, so Morph never wanted to be the reason for Logan to experience anything like that. He made it his mission to only provide him with good touches including hugs, comforting pats and caresses, roughhousing and wrestling matches, and of course playful tickling.

He admitted tickling could be seen as borderline torture, but if Morph had any inclination that Logan really found displeasure in being tickled then he'd never do it to him again. His claws coming out was usually a good indicator when the feral mutant wasn't happy with something.

But no, Logan would goad him on and continue making asshole comments, and even when directly threatened with the consequence he'd refuse to back down until he struck the right nerve in Morph that would end in his own ticklish demise. Then he'd make a show to resist and curse Morph out and eventually beg for it to stop, but Morph could tell he was never entirely serious about it. 

Still there were many times that Morph in fact would stop if he wasn't quite sure, but then some smart-mouthed words from Logan would pull him right back into it. Not that Morph minded this one bit. 

All in all, he was pretty certain that Logan just enjoyed being involved in some harmless physical contact with someone that he fully trusted; someone he knew would never purposely try to hurt him; someone he felt safe with.  That alone was the biggest, unspoken compliment that Logan could ever give him.

Of course Morph would never force Logan to admit any of that though if that's the way Logan preferred it. For now, he would just continue in his quest to drive the Canadian berserker berserk.

"Give up? Are you ready to be nice to your old pal, Morph?" The shapeshifter smirked, finding that poking and probing into Logan's navel could force squealing giggles out of him as his bigger hands frantically tried to push Morph's devilish digits away.

"Quit fighting it. Just let it happen. Hmm let's get these arms out of the way, shall we?"

Morph now used four of his hands to pry Logan's arms away from his body and pin them to the floor while the remaining two dove in for the kill. The fingers began tickling a particularly sensitive area around Logan's hips where the adonis belt dipped into his pants, renewing the man's energy to struggle as he flopped like a fish and howled in hysterics.

"AAAahaahahahahaha! Nohoho fahahahahaaair! Stop stop-Ahahahahahhaahaa!! Pleheeheeheeheease!! No mohohohohohohore!! I caaaahahahahahaha- I caahaan't tahahahahahake ihihihihit!!"

It had reached Morph's favorite part where Wolverine started begging for mercy. It was quite amusing to Morph that the thought to do so would never even cross the tough mutant's mind when under duress and suffering extreme pain through an enemy, but undergoing a ruthless, although good-natured, tickling could always break him in the end.

Morph knew this meant that he was just about tapped out, but that left no reason why he couldn't tease him just a little more. See if Logan managed to work up a second wind.

"I absolutely will if you can answer me this one question........Who's a silly ticklish Wolvie? Huh? C'moooon, you know the answer," he was reaching underneath to tickle the backside of his ribcage while Logan snorted and giggled uncontrollably, arching his back in desperate attempts at reprieve.

Still being the man that he was Logan couldn't resist taking one last stand against his playful tormentor, even though he knew he was going to instantly regret it.

"Fuhuhuhuhuhuck yoohoohoohoooou!!"

Logan was just so adorably predictable.

Morph let his fingers respond to that as they immediately launched into the deepest part of his armpits, sprouting a few extra fingers to leave no spot untickled and causing Logan to scream with laughter as he had no way to guard one of the most ticklish spots on his whole body with his arms restrained like they were.

"OHAHAHahahaahaha!! No no!! Nohohohot thahahahaat!! Bwaahahahahahahahahaa!! Shihihihihiiit!! I'm sahahahahahorry!! St-Staahahahahahhahahaap!! Pleeeeease stahahahahahap!!"

"Stop? Please? You're sorry? What happened to the tough guy a second ago? Hm? What happened to 'fuck you'?" Morph teased him mercilessly as his fingers continued to knead into the pit hollows and squeeze the ticklish muscles on the sides of his pecs, watching a few tears roll down the red face of the hysterically laughing Wolverine.

"Gaaahhahahahhahahahaha!! Pleeheeheeheeease!! Stahahap ticklin'!! Aahahahahahahahaa!! Yer kihihihihihi-killin' meheheheheheehee!! I give up!! I give uhuhuhuhup! "

With that Morph smiled in satisfaction as his fingers finally pulled away and he released his hold on Logan's arms, transforming from Spiral back into his normal form. He'd love to just tickle him all day if Logan would let him, but when the man had had enough, he'd had enough, and Morph respected that.

Logan just laid there with his eyes closed and his head lolled back as he heavily panted for air, though still with a big grin stuck on his face.

"....Fuck......Am I....dead?"

"Nah sorry, you're not getting away from me that easily. But I'm pleased to inform you that your debt is now paid, loser," Morph grinned and reached down to pat his face gently on the cheek as he climbed off of him and sat to the side to watch him start to get his breath back. 

After a few long moments the bigger man slowly regained his energy and hauled the upper half of his hefty body into a sitting position, tugging his shirt back down from where it had bunched up under his chest.

"Shit, that was a helluva debt. Think after that ordeal I'm paid up fer the next several decades."

"Pffft! Yeah, you wish," Morph snorted as he stood up and reached a hand out to help Logan off the floor, letting Logan's hand rest on his shoulder to help steady his legs, "You alright there, buddy?"

"M'fine. Could definitely use a drink though," he smirked and playfully pushed Morph aside as he went straight for the whiskey, not even bothering with a glass as he drank a few gulps right from the bottle and felt his nerves start to relax a little.

"Go on. Drink up, big guy. Gotta get you ready for round two," Morph undeniably teased as Logan almost choked on the alcohol, letting out a cough as he glared over at the other mutant through a side eye.

"Next time I'm just gonna let ya drink whatever ya want an' let ya deal with the damn hangover," Logan grumbled as he lifted a meaty hand to wipe the drying tears off of his cheeks

"Now you're learning. I don't expect you to protect me from everything, you know? Sometimes I just have to face the consequences of my own actions."

"I can't help it, it's an unavoidable instinct. I just....," Logan sighed, "I'd never want anything bad to happen to ya ever again Morph, if I can prevent it. Even somethin' so small. Sorry, I don't mean to meddle so much."

Morph frowned a little that he said something that was making Logan's mood start to dip again.

"No no, you weren't so stop apologizing. I'm very grateful and appreciative that you would go out of your way to look out for me. You're the only one in my life who's ever done that and it's not something I take for granted."

"Yeah, well fer the record I really meant everything I said earlier. Yer my best friend an' ya mean a lot to me. Ya've helped me out in more ways than you'll ever know," his smile returned as he put the bottle down and looked back up at Morph with warm eyes.

"Thanks Logan. And I hope that me getting you to laugh all the time counts for some of that. I know you've got a lot of heavy things on your mind and it makes me feel good to be able to pull you out of that once in a while. Making you laugh always seems to put you in a better mood anyways," Morph smiled back, not expecting Logan to admit to any of that, but surprised when he did.

"Hmph, guess it does. I mean, when ya tickle me like that it completely overwhelms my mind to where I'm just focused on the current situation an' it's honestly hard to think about anything else. Which I guess what yer sayin' is the whole point?"

"Yup, exactly. It just drives all your bad thoughts away for the time being. Just consider me your personal therapist and do not question my remedies," Morph crossed his arms over his chest with a smug look as Logan just shook his head.

"Wasn't. Just wonderin' what goes on in that head o' yers sometimes. I'll admit it does make me feel pretty euphoric after it's all said an' done. My head feels high as a kite right now."

"That's because laughing is good for you! By the way, has anyone ever told you that you have the best laugh ever?" Morph asked with a giddy smile that Logan didn't seem to notice as he snorted and used a hand to dismiss his words.

"Aw cut that out. No need to drive the knife deeper. Besides not many people get me laughin' the way ya do so they wouldn't know."

"Well that's their loss. It's really a good look for you. I love when you smile," Morph threw his arms around him to give him a bear hug as Logan sighed in resignation and softly patted his arm.

"Still gettin' used to it. An' the torture method.....I'm sorry....yer therapy that ya use to get it outta me. Think ya almost broke my healin' factor with that last round," Logan shook his head with a smirk; the nerves below his skin still tingling from the overstimulation.

"Wellllll you did kind of ask for it. I would've stopped a lot sooner if you weren't being such an ass. I don't know if you know this, but you're quite the arrogant bastard. The biggest I've ever met, for the record."

Logan chuckled heartily at his comment.

"Yeah, I'm very aware of that. Not somethin' I can just turn off unfortunately."

"Oh no, please don't ever change. It's always a good excuse for me to tickle you crazy. I haven't heard you beg like that since that one time you thought you were being funny by putting your feet on my lap when we were on the couch watching the hockey game. Kurt was there too, remember?" Morph smiled big time with the memory playing through his mind as Logan squirmed in place at the thought.

"Believe me, I learned my lesson from that one. I'm surprised I'm still alive after what the two o' ya did to me," he shuddered as he remembered the incident.

Unluckily for Logan, Kurt also loved to partake in his ticklish weakness, and he did not hesitate one second to join in on the attack on his good friend as his three-fingered hands and prehensile tail attacked Logan's upper body, using his teleportation to get at him from all angles. 

Meanwhile Morph had decided it would be fun to transform into Nightcrawler as well, giving him the extra tail appendage to tickle between Logan's sensitive toes with the velvety tip while his fingers went to town on his bare soles.

"You have to admit it was pretty funny when Ororo, Jubilee and Rogue all heard your screaming and burst into the room because they thought you were being murdered," Morph giggled as Logan scowled and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, that's kinda what I would call it," he growled sheepishly as his toes cringed inside his boots, "Just dealin' with one of ya is more than I can handle. But the both o' ya at the same time? Yeah, that's pretty much attempted murder."

"Shut up, you liked it. So feel free to put those big stompers of yours in my lap any time you want," the shapeshifter gave him a wink as Logan just returned it with a blank face and a raised eyebrow.

"Pass."

"Aww c'mooon, not even for a little massaaaage?" Morph teased as he moved behind the shorter man and rubbed his shoulders before being shrugged off.

"Just fuck off, would ya?"

"Okay okay, no need to get testy. I'm really good at it though, just for the record. I've got plenty of references to back me up," he cracked his fingers and wiggled them up in the air with a cheesy smile.

"I'll keep it in mind," Logan couldn't help the smirk that came over his face as then he looked up at the clock mounted on the wall, "Hmph only 11:20pm, still early. Unless yer ready to call it a night."

"Not yet I'm still feeling pretty awake. I'm more of a night owl these days so I'll be glad to keep you company for a while longer. If you don't mind, that is," Morph added, making Logan glance back over at him questionably.

"Why would I?"

"I don't know. I feel like sometimes I annoy you too much and maybe you'd want some space from me," the shapeshifter answered, feeling a bit insecure as he crossed his arms in front of himself.

"Course yer annoyin'. Yer loud an' ya never stop talkin'. Ya drive me nuts with all yer crazy antics," Logan said matter of factly as Morph felt a tightness in his chest and looked down at the floor in shame until Logan continued with a gentler tone, "But that's on me, not you. Sometimes I just get a lil' bent outta shape too easily so don't take it personal. I'm just a grumpy old prick. If anything, I'd feel like yer the one who would want space away from me."

Morph immediately brightened back up, lifting his head as his frown turned into a soft smile.

"Just know yer great, Morph. Yer always goin' outta yer way to make people happy, even someone like me who doesn't deserve it. You'll never not be welcome to share in my prescence."

"Thanks for telling me that Logan. And for the record no, I'd never need space from you. No matter how much of an insufferable prick you can be."

Logan laughed loudly as he clapped a large hand onto Morph's shoulder and shook him a little.

"Appreciate it, bub. So ya wanna play another game or what?" He asked as he started pulling the pool balls out of the pockets and placing them back onto the table.

"Yeah sure, why not. But we're not going to bet anything this time, right? You obviously don't have any money to put up so unless you want me to tickle the shit out of you again, I'd say you're all out of bargaining chips, buddy," Morph crossed his arms with a holier than thou grin, watching Logan down the remainder of the whiskey.

"Tell ya what bub, if I lose again how 'bout I let ya give me that foot massage?"

Morph smirked at him, leaning against the pool table on one hand.

"Oh is that so? And what makes you think that's what I'd want as my prize?"

Logan just shrugged his shoulders as if he was unbothered by that and began setting up the pool balls.

"Alright suit yerself. Just forget it then."

"Now hold on, hold on. It was just a question. Hmmm but okay, it's a deal. No take backs. This is now a legally binding verbal contract," Morph momentarily transformed into a court judge and banged a gavel onto the table.

Logan chuckled as he finished getting all the balls into the triangular rack.

"Yer a crazy guy, Morph. If I win though yer buyin' me a new bottle....No....two more bottles o' booze," he declared and dangled the now empty whiskey jug in the air.

"Deal, but I don't plan on losing. But hey, it should be a win for you too. I bet with your heightened senses a massage feels extra good."

"I guess so, but I've never known it any other way so ya got yer work cut out fer ya. Let me at least get washed up first though, alright? I showered a lil' over an hour ago, but these boots have seen some miles," he looked down at his feet and rocked back on the heels.

"If you insist. But if you need any help in the shower, I'm always available. You know, if you're having any trouble getting those hard-to-reach areas...," Morph winked and nudged him suggestively, making Logan snort a laugh.

"Thanks, but I think I can manage. Oh an' hey, no cheatin' in this game this time around, okay? That means no bumpin' the table-"

"I told you I didn't bump the table!"

"Whatever. An' if ya tickle me even one time ya automatically forfeit the win. Got it?"

"Okay okay fine. Scout's honor," Morph held up his hand while sneaking his other hand over to give a quick dig into Logan's ribs as the man jumped with a yelp and then glared back at him.

"Dammit! What did I just-?!?!"

"Hehehe, that doesn't count. We didn't start the game yet," Morph snickered as Logan sighed and facepalmed before picking up his pool stick that was still on the floor from his earlier tussle with the shapeshifter.

"Ya know Morph, if I didn't love ya so much I'd kill ya."

"Awwww that's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. You know option number two is that you could also just forfeit now and allow me to collect on my winnings," Morph teased as he draped arms over Logan's shoulder and squeezed his bicep, making Logan shake his head and squirm out of his embrace.

"Nice try bub, but Wolverine forfeits to no one. Now stand back. Maybe you'll learn somethin'," Logan leaned over the table, getting his stick into position as he got ready to break. 

He smirked knowing he was going to sandbag it and allow Morph to win again. Like he did earlier when he himself had unnoticeably bumped the table so the 8 ball fell in. Let Morph win just like he always did.

Just as Morph always wanted to keep him happy, he also wanted the same for his friend and more. To let him know that he always had someone rooting for him in his corner and actually gave a damn about his well-being. He'd do whatever it takes to keep his spirits high, even if it came at his own expense.

He knew Morph would be true to his word and give him an amazing massage, which was hard to come by these days, and Logan would relish in every bit of it. Even when it inevitably turned into tickling because he knew Morph wouldn't be able to resist himself with the knowledge that Logan's feet were easily his most ticklish spot.

Logan would of course play his part fully, protesting profusely and laughing his ass off all to Morph's delight while doing his best to not accidentally kick his teeth in with a flailing foot. Though he shivered a little knowing that Morph was more than capable of restraining him and then he'd just have to take it. Though in a weird way he found that he wasn't exactly bothered by the thought of that.

Thinking about it took him out of his game and unable to fully focus as he jabbed the cue ball to break, and while the balls all scattered over the table not one of them went into a pocket. He forced a grumpy face for show as he looked over at his grinning friend.

"Looks like it's going to be an early night. You know you can just skip the shower. I don't mind your musk."

Logan couldn't deny that a massage sounded better sooner than later.

"Well if ya really don't mind....," Logan gave the table a firm bump with his hip, making all the pool balls including the 8 ball fall into the pockets as he shrugged his shoulders while Morph looked at him with a knowing smile, "Damn. Guess I lose again."

"Nah, like I said you're still winning. Tell you what, I'll still even buy you another couple bottles of whiskey after this," Morph promised as he walked to the other side of the room and sat on the end of the large couch placed against the wall, "Here should be good. Whenever you're ready."

Logan was a little hesitant walking over as Morph made a big display of stretching and cracking his fingers before patting his lap. He sat down on the couch and then turned his body sideways, lifting his legs to drop his heavy boots onto Morph's thighs as the other mutant teasingly ran a hand over the top of them.

"Hm. Big feet, huh? You know what they say about that," Morph laughed at his implication, making Logan's mouth twitch into a smirk.

"Nah, what do they say Kevin?" He asked in a teasing tone, making Morph pause with a blush tinting at his cheeks as he was caught off guard by Logan's response and the use of his chosen name.

"W-Well you know.....big feet big.....boots. What were you thinking?! Jeez, get your mind out of the gutter, your pervert!"

Logan chuckled at how easily flustered Morph was as he leaned back on the couch armrest.

"Takes one to know one, bub. Now get rubbin'."

"See comments like that are what get you in trouble. I'll make sure you pay for it later," Morph warned with a devious smile and then got to work, beginning the process of carefully pulling off his boots.

Logan just watched it happening in slow motion, wondering exactly how he let himself get talked into this. Actually, he did know how. And he found himself looking forward to the attention.

"Easy now. Be nice," Wolverine growled a little, the realization of knowing what he was getting into really setting in now.

"Aren't I always?" Morph smirked as he dropped each boot on the floor as they came off and then in a couple swift movements had tugged off Logan's socks as well

"So delusional," Logan shook his head as his now bare toes wiggled a little from the exposure, "At least try not to tickle."

"That's not the current plan and I promise I won't be trying to, but if it does happen then I'm sorry, but it's your fault for being so ticklish," he reached down and firmly squeezed both of Logan's wide, meaty soles as the older mutant rolled his head back and groaned from the touch, making Morph grin, "Looks like you might be okay though."

He began further testing as his fingers pressed in hard and slid down Logan's soft arches to begin kneading into his plump heels while Logan struggled to keep the sounds of pleasure from leaving his lips.

"Fuuuuck.....Damn Morph.....Ya weren't lyin'.....That feels.....fantastic...," he squirmed and moaned with his eyes closed; his reactions causing Morph to beam with pride.

"Like that, eh? I told you I was good," he began rubbing circles from his heels back up into the balls of his feet, finding the skin to be surprisingly supple, "Now answer me this, how does a guy like you have such soft feet?"

Logan just threw his hands up in a shrug as his mind became focused on the sensations though he ended up rumbling in disappointment when Morph's hands pulled away for the moment.

"Easy big boy, I promise there's more where that came from. And if you really enjoy this then perhaps later I could interest you in a full body session," Morph offered with a hopeful smirk and a raised brow as Logan was quick to give a nod.

"Might actually take ya up on that. I haven't had a good massage in.....shit, I can't even remember."

"Well that's about to change right now. So without further ado let's get started off on the right foot here," Morph put his hand on the top of Logan's right foot and laughed at his own pun as Logan made a point to roll his eyes harder than usual.

"Geez, tough crowd. Come on, that was funny," he grinned slyly as his fingers now drifted around to give the sole of his foot a quick tickle.

"AHAH!" Logan barked out a laugh and jerked his foot away before delivering a warning glare and reluctantly placing his foot back onto Morph's lap, "Fucker."

"Hey I had to get at least one in. Now I'm going to keep it professional. If I accidentally do tickle you then just tell me and make sure to keep still. Though I'm going to warn you right now, if you kick me at any point then the massage is over and it's game on. So please give me a reason," Morph teased as he rubbed his hands together and prepared to really get serious.

Logan quietly considered the threat, and while he was looking forward to the massage, he also couldn't resist his urge to live life dangerously. And hell, maybe he was also a bit of a masochist sometimes.

While Morph was prepping, Logan pulled his foot back a little and aimed it right at Morph's stomach before thrusting it forward.

Morph got the wind knocked out of him ever so slightly as he coughed and grabbed the offending foot to push it back. He then squinted evilly back at Logan who had a shit-eating grin on his face while he sat there with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Whoops. Must've slipped."

Morph sighed, thinking he probably deserved it for sneaking in that tickle, and released his hold on his foot.

"Fine. You get one freebie. But do it again and I promise you you're going to be wishing so hard that you could take it back once you see how bad you're going to get it because I'm not stopping until the sun comes up and by the looks of that clock on the wall it's going to be several hours before that comes even close to-UGGH!" Morph grunted as the foot collided with his stomach again.

"Quit babblin' an' just do it, pussy," Logan smirked, the words no sooner leaving his lips before tendrils shot out of Morph's body and tightly wrapped around his ankles to keep him from ever having any chance at pulling his feet away until Morph decided he was allowed to.

And Logan wouldn't have it any other way.

[cursed-child-of-apollo]

hii! could you please do a leo x a child of demeter? lots and lots of fluff pls🙏 take ur time and thank u!

METAL FLOWERS(LEO VALDEZ X GN!DEMETER!READER)

Ofc! Sorry this is kinda late, If you seem to see anything you might suggest changing please let me know!

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️: fluff, Leo is able to rest his head on readers shoulder(idk if that’s a warning, but I’m gonna put it anyway just in case)

SUMMARY: Leo makes reader a gift, a bouquet of metal flowers, and it leads to them having a rare moment of quiet in bunker 9

!!!!!NOT BETA READ!!!!!

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For being a son of Hephaestus, a man said to be repulsive, they thought that their boyfriend was the cutest person they had ever seen. He’s been working on a project for a few days now, not letting them know what it is, claiming “it’s a secret!” every time they asked. 

They had picked some flowers earlier that day and were putting them into a vase in bunker 9, a thing they had started doing after they and Leo had started dating, just to liven the place up a bit, make it feel more homey and less like a workshop. They also do it so Leo has a constant reminder of them in bunker 9. Anyways, moving on, they were arranging the flowers in the vase when they feel arms wrap around their waist and a head on their shoulder.

They move their hands from the bouquet of flowers to bring one of their hands up to run through Leo’s hair. “Hello, my love.” they turn around in his embrace, wrapping their arms around him, their smile wide.

His smile widens, placing a peck on their cheek before he says “hey floración*, I made something for you.” He smiles cheekily, reaching up and placing his hands over their eyes, leading them over to his work table.

Their smile softens as he removes his hands from over their eyes, looking at the bouquet of metal flowers. “Thank you Leo, they’re beautiful” They take the metal flowers into their hands before placing a quick kiss on Leo’s cheek.

His smile widens at their reaction to his gift and their thanks. He feels his cheeks get warm as they press their lips to his cheek, and a small section of his hair bursts into flames before he quickly puts it out, trying to act casual and like he didn’t just get flustered and his hair didn’t light on fire. “Yeah- yeah, of course!” 

They chuckle as they watch part of his hair catch fire after they press a kiss to his cheek and their smile widens as they get an idea. They take one of Leo’s hands into their dominant hand, spinning him around in a twirl before pulling him close and wrapping their arms around him.

He laughs as they spin him around before wrapping their arms around him, pulling him close. He reciprocates the embrace, wrapping his arms around them, swaying back and forth, placing his head on their shoulder, letting out a tired, yet still content, hum.

Their smile softens at the peacefulness of the moment, and they give Leo a comforting squeeze, swaying back and forth with him, and their voice is quiet as they speak next to Leo’s ear. “I love you, repair boy.” 

He smile widens and he responds in kind to their declaration of love. “I love you too, floración*,” He says, burying his face into their shoulder, adding on a quiet murmur. “A lot.”

*floración - bloom

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Being a sex-repulsed asexual a lot of coming out stories don’t really speak to my experiences. Because I don’t date, never will date, experienced dating exactly once (in a hetero-conforming relationship) for like 3 days and wanted to die. Generally I don’t even participate in LGBT+ discussions because I don’t have a lot of sexuality experiences (and if i start talking about my gender i might cry). I just linger in the background of my friend groups and give relationship safety advice. Offer pizza. Call out toxic behaviour. Offer more pizza.

The thing about communities is to share your experiences they need to fit into the community’s categories. And I don’t think that’s bad. LGBT+ spaces are safe spaces for those in the community, and in order for that to happen they have to exclude certain discussions. It’s like female-identifying only spaces should exclude male-identifying people. It’s the whole point of a community.

This said, the other point of community is feeling less alone via shared experiences. So I thought I’d share a funny part of my sexuality journey which did seem pretty queer:

How I Made My Family Believe in Asexuality by Being So Goddamn Asexual They Actually Couldn’t Not

My family is generally really nice and supportive. But they’re also low-key homophobic. They’re getting better, but my mother straight up didn’t believe bisexuality existed for most of my childhood because “Everyone is attracted to men and women, just pick one.” (Yeah. She identifies as bisexual now.) Every so often someone says something transphobic and I get to call it out. Last I checked my sister still thinks gender fluidity is just people being attention seeking.

So when I came out as asexual, my sister sat me down, very well meaning, and told me that she also didn’t feel a lot of sexual attraction but when she started dating it came (yeah, I know, demisexual coded, but I’m not touching whatever the hell is going on with her). And because we’d both grown up without a lot of physical affection it’s just that. I should just try dating someone. No matter what arguments I made to the contrary both her and the rest of my family would often make comments to that vein (because internalised homophobia doesn’t listen to reason).

My mother did a retrospectively hilarious The Sex Talk: Pt. 2 “there’s nothing wrong with you and you’re definitely not asexual don’t worry.” She sat me down, very serious, and assured me that women get turned on less easily than men. So not being turned on by porn or being able to masturbate was normal for some women and didn’t mean anything was wrong with me and I was “asexual.” That was a fun conversation.

Somehow, despite their inability to listen to reason, I solved this problem about two years after coming out.

The thing about coming out is that you slowly stop pretending you’re straight. I didn’t even realise I was pretending before I came out (because, you know, I wasn’t dating anyone). But I was actually masking hard. I talked about dating way too much. Made way too many dirty jokes. It was weird. I was overcompensating the hell out of it. Which, after I came out, I slowly called myself out on until I stopped.

And it turns out when I’m not pretending to be attracted to people I am hilariously, almost stereotypically, asexual. For example, about a year after I came out I was watching Thor with my sister and this shirtless scene happened:

My sister: 😳

Me (turning to her): Hey did you know that when Chris Hemsworth filmed this movie he was so dehydrated that he almost died? Actually that might’ve been the movie after this. But it’s a huge thing to get actors to look like that they dehydrate them, which seems like a lot of health concern just to make them look like Greek sculptures. I mean I know he’s supposed to be a god but i really don’t think it’s necessary. Like Norse gods had different beauty aesthetics anyway.

My sister: (just stares at me for a second) It’s not so he looks like a Greek god it’s so he looks attractive

Me: I know but do the aesthetics really matter that much?

My sister: No, like, people watch this specifically because they’re attracted to Chris Hemsworth in these scenes

Me: Oh. So it’s for audience engagement?

My sister: I… guess so?

And that is how I acted so asexual I actually convinced my sister to believe in it. She has not made a comment about my asexuality since.

The same thing has happened with the rest of my family members. One by one they have become corrupted because I am just too asexual to be denied. You cannot meet me and maintain a state of disbelief.

We’ve gotten to the point where my mother is so certain about my sexuality she got offended for me, because “someone was calling themselves asexual but was in a sexual relationship with someone.” (We had a lovely discussion again about asexuality being a spectrum and just reflecting you having a not-normal level of sexual attraction. She still thinks this invalidates my experience and struggles which is very nice of her but once again I do not care. If people want to be one of the only sexualities still classified as a mental illness in the DSM-5 then the more the merrier. Gatekeep pizza not oppression.)

[ismashedkasso666]

Rating the Pretty on the Inside album by Hole for my favorite individual in the universe, @therealjoeysmack. ^w^

Teenage whore (10/10) — I clicked on the song, but when it played, it scared the shit out of me. Definitely heavier than I thought, and I expected an intro before they started playing. I didn’t expect to get to jump-scared. Lmao. XD

However, I like it lots. The lyrics are relatable, and the way she sings actually takes me out. It seems like she truly means the lyrics she screams.

I said "I feel so alone and I, I wish I could die. I've seen the things you put me through and I I wish I could die" /+

I've seen your repulsion and it looks real good on you. Denying what, what you put me through. /+

Of my house. Get out of my house. Get out of my house. Get out of my house

Babydoll (10/10) — Reminds me of you, and I like everything about this song.

All waste and void, all waste and void, and void, and void. Wow! /+

In the dark I, I destroy what, what I became, what I destroy, yeah /+

Here you are, as ugly as me, oh /+

"I am, I am," she says. "I am not free," she says. "Help me, I am withering, withering, withering, withering" Hang on, you'll get your soul. It's a soul. Hey, it's a soul, it comes down. See, see it's a soul”

Garbage Man (10/10) — Yes. This also reminds me of you. The majority of the album will likely remind me of you. Smh…

Holy old, yeah, hey, you're mine. Your everything is mine /+

I spread my rot all over this town, and every one of you looks the same, and every one of you feels the same

Sassy (10/10) — I adore the intro where Courtney talks. She has a really nice voice. <3 The lyrics are a bop, as well.

Why am I here? I don't care /+

Sit back down. Sit back down. Sit back down 'cause I said so /+

You're so stupid. I would have done anything for you. Honey, your reputation is shit in this town. You're so stupid. I would have done anything for you.

Good Sister - Bad Sister (9.5/10) — The song doesn’t really “hit” the same in comparison to the previous songs, but I like it anyway. It is decent.

Good sister, bad sister. You're different from the rest, sister /+

I can't, and I want to so bad. And I try but I can't, and I want to so bad. And I try but I can't, and I want to so bad. And I try, I try, I try /+

She's a, she is incredulous. And all of my apathy drips off her dress. She wants you in her descent

Mrs. Jones (10/10) — No comment. Seems quite dark.

Sorry man, sorry, sorry. I've got a bad eye. I shouldn't have— I should've looked at it. I, I should've looked at it /+

Cry me a river, but just take me home, oh. /+

Sorry man, I've gotta— I've got it slimming /+

Don't ask me again; Don't ever talk to me like that again

Berry (9.7/10) — I feel like it could have had something a little more. Though, I am unsure what exactly. I score it highly. Very nice.

Do you want a ride on my death machine? Put a fuckin' diamond on /+

And when I die, won't you bury me? 'Cause I buried you, baby, deep in me. Yeah, when you fall for the garbage man, you wind up in the garbage.

Loaded (8.5/10) — It is decent, not bad at all. I like the repetition of the words in the chorus; it feels “even” and “neat.” The lyrics are questionable at times—actually, a lot of the songs I’ve heard from Hole seem to have a penchant for being questionable. I do not mind, though. I like questionable lyrics, especially when they are borderline perverse (take Tyler, the Creator as an example: LOVE THIS MAN AND HIS MUSIC; I have been a small fan of him for a while.)

Open my scar, let out my stars. Slut me open and suck my scars. /+

As you dance to the sound of a suicide, you only laugh when you try to hide. That you're the rat poison daughter of a suicide. /+

And now I'm loaded. I just get loaded. I just get loaded. I just get loaded. And now I'm loaded. So am I, so am I. And I, I just got, I just got, I just get, I just get, I just get loaded. I just get loaded.

Starbelly (7.2-3/10) — I wish there were a bit more to this, but I fw the little tune that played. Not so much the static, though. I really do not like static sounds in music; the sound remind me of metal utensils scraping harshly against glass plates. Bleh.

As for the lyrics, there was only like, four verses? These are the two that I personally liked.

You know what it is? Is that you're a masochist. It's what I'm thinking right now. I've never— /+

...Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night, and wouldn't you love to love her?...

Pretty on the Inside (7.8–8.3/10) — It makes me itchy (/pos) to think about how well the instruments complemented her voice. She scream-sang in a particular way that I enjoyed, though I cannot describe why. It was just pleasant, I guess?

I feel like there was a subtle difference from how she sang in the other songs, compared to this one. I like that.

I didn’t care for the majority of the lyrics, but this was the one for me. Yup.

There is no power. Like my pretty power. My pretty power. My ugly

Clouds (9.5-8/10) — I liked all of the lyrics from this song, but I choose these ones as my favs.

I think it could have been slightly better if song had a little more pace(?), but other than that, it is completely awesome.

Bad boy. /+

Not explaining. Just accept it… /+

But now they only block the sun. They rain and snow on everyone. So, so many things I could've done, but clouds got in my. /+

Angel dust gets in your eyes, your hair. On acid stars, you're getting there. My body's assembled into a gift to you when you die. I've looked at life that way. /+

But now it's just another show. You leave 'em laughing when you go. So don't let them inside, don't let them know; don’t give yourself, oh, away /+

But now my friends are acting strange. They shake their heads, man, they say I've changed, well. Well, something's lost and rearranged. From living every, every. /+

I've looked at life from both sides now. From win and lose, and still somehow it’s, it's just illusions, I recall, I. I really don't know, I really don't know. I really don't know, I really don't know. I really don't, I really don't, clouds at all. Why are we here, terrified, terrified. Wow!

Concluding comments

Overall, I will say it is a 10/10 total banger.

I am 6900% definite that I have fallen in love with this album. Quite a few of the songs remind me of you, which is epic and makes it even more enjoyable to listen to. <3

I will listen to this again in my own time, definitely. The album was also shorter than I had initially thought.

Extra comment I added, I guess?

I believe you wanted me to listen to Hole album a long while ago. It was Live Through This, and I vividly remember it.☝️ However, I cannot remember if I ever rated it or not. I believe I thought it was decent.

[smutinlove]

ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ʙᴜʀɴ ʜᴀʀᴅ—ᴄᴀʀʟ ɢʀɪᴍᴇꜱ—ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ three: solitude

Chapter Two: Undetected

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

After a few close calls with Judith, the two teenagers decided to be extra careful. Luckily, Judith had her friends, who whisked her off to a new sleepover or to a mall every week. It made everything a lot easier.

Mae looked at Carl. "You smell like shit," she told him. "That's so kind of you," Carl laughed.

"Do you wanna go downstairs now? My parents left for work, so."

"Yes. Anything would be better than your shitty room." Carl rolled his eyes and opened the door for her. "Ladies first." He winked. "You're such a gentleman."

He smirked.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

After laughing for hours upon hours, the two got hungry. "Carl!" Mae yelled. "What? I'm right next to you!"

"I'm hungry. Go get me some food." Carl rolled his eyes. "I'm not your servant, girl." Carl looked at Mae; her eyes had a certain sparkle, and he smiled. "I guess. I'm hungry too, so I guess I'll order pizza."

Mae smiled. "Thanks, servant boy."

"Whatever."

While Carl was busy dialing Pizza Hut, Mae thought that it'd be fun to roam around the house. She didn't get to see the house much since she came here.

She got up from the couch and was about to explore the house when she saw a few framed pictures on the coffee table. The first one was of Carl and a cute-looking baby. Mae figured that the baby was Judith.

The second one was of Carl, his mother and father, and Judith. Mae hadn't seen Carl's father before. In the picture, he seemed like a strong, brave, and selfless man.

The last one was of Carl's father, with a man standing next to him. The two men in the picture were smiling and wearing police uniforms. The man standing next to Carl's father looked familiar, but she had never seen that man until today.

Mae's eyes widened as she picked up the picture. Judith looked like that man. They weren't twins, but they looked so alike.

They both had that same determined look in their eyes. "Hey, Carl?" Mae called out. "Yeah?" he replied. "Who's this man? The one standing next to your dad in this picture?"

Carl smiled. "Oh, that's my dad's best friend," he stated. "Okay," Mae replied. "Why?" he asked. "Oh, no reason. He just looked strange, that's all." Carl nodded.

Mae put the picture frame back. Judith and the man, Shane, looked almost identical. She couldn't put together how Carl and his father hadn't realized that Carl's mother was cheating. At least that's what Mae thought.

It was ridiculous for Mae. Back in England, if her mother cheated on her father, then they'd have her head. Now, America was strange and a bit foreign to her. And sometimes Americans were stupid. That's some of the information that she gathered from old history books.

Americans were fat, ugly, and stupid. Her opinion of some Americans only changed when she met Carl. Carl was kind and respectful toward her. He was a beautiful soul.

"Mae, can you get the door?" Carl asked. "I left some money on the table if it's the delivery guy."

"Alright!" Mae yelled.

She grabbed the money. Mae opened the door and came face-to-face with a young Korean man. "It's twenty dollars," he said. Mae counted the money and handed it to him. He gave her the pizza. "Thank you," they both said in unison. Mae closed the door and turned around, coming face-to-face with the boy, who was none other than Carl Grimes.

"Hey." He smiled.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

It was midnight, and Mae couldn't stop thinking about the man, Shane. He looked so similar to Judith. Their hair and that same determined and ready look in their eyes.

Luckily, Carl hadn't noticed Mae tossing and turning on the floor. She was quiet. But she missed this one thing. It was past nine by now. "Fuck," she muttered. It wasn't fair.

She got up and looked out the window. She saw cars driving by, civilians walking alone, teenagers messing around, and lastly, she saw two people making out.

She rolled her eyes. It was unreasonable. Mae certainly wasn't repulsed by the idea of kissing. However, she was a bit jealous. Mae wanted someone to love and appreciate her.

"Stupid girl," she whispered.

[blckbarbiedoll]

Ghost Of You (M.B.)-Chapter 4

What You Need

CONTAINS NSFW CONTENT (Oral sex, f receiving, p in v sex)

2005-Chicago, Illinois

The past few days had been different. It seemed like Mikey was avoiding Angie at all costs. He barely talked to her at home anymore, and he'd only talk to her if necessary at work.

"Do you want eggs?" Angie asked him as he came down the stairs.

"No. I'm gonna head in early." He walked out the door.

"What the fuck?" 

"What?" Nat asked.

"He's been avoiding me for like a week." Angie sighed. "I think he's mad at me or something."

"He's not mad at you."

"How do you know?"

"He told me."

"He told you specifically that he's not mad at me?"

"Yes. I asked why things were awkward with you guys and then I asked if he was mad."

"And?"

"And he said no."

"Okay, but why is he being weird?"

"I don't know. He said something about the bathroom and you in a towel."

"Oh my god." She groaned.

"What?"

"I came out of the shower in a towel the other day. He's so repulsed by the idea of me basically naked that he's stopped talking to me."

"Hey." She wrapped her arm around Angie. "I doubt that's the case. And if it is, he's a dumbass."

"I'm gonna kill myself."

"Later. You gotta go to work."

"Ugh. This is gonna suck."

🤍

Just as Angie expected, Mikey spent the whole day away from her. If he didn't need to be in the same room as her, he wasn't. After close, he was in his office doing whatever paperwork. 

"Richie?" Angie called.

"What's up, sweetheart?" He grabbed his stuff from his locker and shoved it into his bag.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Go for it."

"Do you think of me as a kid?"

"Not anymore."

"Okay..."

"Is that it?"

"Do you find me sexually attractive?"

He paused and stuttered to find the right words. "Is that a trick question?"

"What do you mean?"

"Mikey's not gonna come and kill me if I say yes?"

"No..."

"Then yes."

"Even though we've known each other forever and I'm younger than you?"

"Now you make me sound like a creep."

"Richie."

"I mean, I guess it's a little strange. But who gives a fuck?"

"What do you mean?"

"We're both adults. And you're more mature than me. So who gives a fuck?"

"Yeah. Who gives a fuck?"

"So...are we gonna..."

"What? No! I wasn't talking about us. I was talking about me and Mikey."

"Oh."

"He saw me in a towel and he's been avoiding me since. I think he's grossed out."

"Why would he be grossed out about a hot chick in a towel?"

"Because he thinks of me like a sister I guess."

"Did you try talking to him?"

"He just runs away."

"Well, he's not gonna run away now." He pointed to the closed office door.

"Okay." She sighed. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck. And if that don't work out, you have my number." He winked.

She rolled her eyes and waited until he left to knock.

"Come in."

She took a deep breath before opening the door. "Hey."

"Hey." He hesitated, turning away from the paperwork. "It's late. You can go if you want."

"I actually wanted to talk to you."

"I got a lot of work to do, Ange."

"And five minutes won't make a difference. I need to talk to you."

He sighed and nodded. "What's up?"

Even though the building was empty, she shut the door and leaned against his desk. "Why are you avoiding me?"

"Who says I am?"

"Me. You find any excuse to get away from me. What'd I do?"

"Nothing. I'm just busy."

"Michael."

He huffed and ran his hands through his dark waves. "It's complicated, okay?" He stood up, trying to get past her.

"So tell me." She blocked the door.

"You wouldn't get it, kid."

"I told you not to call me that!"

He stepped back and crossed his arms. "Ange-"

"I'm not a kid, Michael! I'm so sick of you seeing me like one and treating me like one! I'm a fucking adult just like you!"

"Why do you care so much about what I think?"

"Because I fucking love you!"

His brows furrowed slightly. "What?"

"I love you. And don't tell me about my age, or about Natalie, or anything else. I don't give a shit."

"But you should."

"I don't. I don't care about any of that. I want you. I love you."

"Stop."

"No."

"Angie, stop it."

"Tell me you don't love me. Tell me that you don't feel a fucking thing for me, and I'll stop."

He grabbed her hands and squeezed them. "Angie..." He hesitated. "I love you too." He said in a whisper.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Girls like you shouldn't be with guys like me."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I'm a mess. I'm a fucking mess that you don't need in your life."

"Mikey-"

"I can't give you what you want. What you need. What you deserve. I can't be that guy."

"I don't want anything that you can't give me." She whispered. "You're all I want. All I need."

At this point, both of them had tears in their eyes. His hand came up to cup her cheek. He softly stroked her face with his thumb.

"This is could end badly, Ange."

"Probably." She chuckled through her tears. "But I don't care."

He leaned forward and rested his forehead against hers. "I don't wanna ruin you."

"I don't mind if you do."

That was all he needed to lean in and press his lips to hers. He gently held her waist to pull her as close as possible. She melted into the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands traveled down to her hips and squeezed them tightly. She moaned into his mouth which sent shivers down his spine. She slipped her tongue into his mouth and tugged at the hem of his shirt. He took it off and tossed it on the floor. She trailed her hands up his bare chest as he began to kiss her neck.

"Shit." She sighed. She lifted her shirt off and slowly unclipped her bra.

"Fuck." He groaned. "Can I touch you here?" She nodded. His hands came up to cup her breasts. "You're so beautiful. You're all I've been able to think about this past week."

She unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her legs. Once she stepped out of them, Mikey pushed the paperwork off of his desk and picked Angie up to set her on the desk. He kissed down her neck and chest and over her stomach. He knelt down between her legs and slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties.

"Can I take these off of you, baby?" He whispered while softly kissing her thighs, his brown eyes giving her a pleading look.

"Yeah." She whimpered as his touch.

He rubbed her clit over the cotton fabric before lifting her hips up and pulling them down. He spread her legs and scooted her closer to the edge.

"You're so pretty." He kissed her wet core softly.

"Mikey." She gasped as she held onto the desk

"You taste so good, baby." He dipped his head back in and licked up her core.

"Fuck." Her hands tangled themselves in his hair.

His lips wrapped around her clit and sucked on it softly while he looked up at her. He put his hands on her thighs and spread them farther apart. She tugged on his hair, keeping him right where she wanted him. 

"S'that feel good, baby?"

"Mhm." She whimpered.

"Pretty girl." He whispered into her cunt, licking her softly. "I could stay here all night."

"Mikey." She pulled his head up. "I need you."

"What do you need, baby?"

"I need you inside me."

"Yeah?" He stood up, revealing the tent in his pants. "You want me to fuck you?"

She nodded and leaned forward to unzip his pants. He pushed them down along with his boxers and placed his hand on the back of her head. 

"You have no idea what you do to me, do you?" He whispered against her lips.

"Show me."

He looked into her eyes as he slowly slid inside her. Angie's lips parted as she gasped.

"You okay?"

"Yeah. Keep going."

He started moving in and out of her, gripping her hips to ground himself. "You feel so fucking good." He sped up his movements slightly. "Let me hear you." His fingers trailed down to rub her clit.

"Shit." Her grip on his biceps were so tight that her nails began to dig into his skin.

"Fuck." He winced at the pain. It only turned him on more. 

"Mikey." She gasped against his mouth. 

Angie wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him closer. He groaned at the contact and picked up his pace. Between him thrusting inside her and the noises she was making, he wasn't sure how long he'd last.

"I know, baby. I know." He whispered in her ear. "You gonna cum for me?"

She nodded, throwing her head back. He sucked and bit on her neck as he felt her tightening around his cock.

"I'm so close." She whispered.

"I know. I can feel you. I'm close too. Let me feel you cum, baby."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him as she came.

"Fuck!" She cried out. "Oh my god!"

"Shit!" He wasn't far behind. He pulled out once he felt himself getting closer and shot his release onto her stomach.

"Holy shit." Angie whispered, trying to catch her breath.

Mikey leaned his head on her shoulder and kissed it softly. "Was that okay?"

"Okay?" She placed her hand on the back of his neck and played with his hair. "That was fucking amazing." She lifted his head up and kissed the tip of his nose.

"You gonna get all soft of me now?" He grinned.

"If you let me."

"Baby, you can do whatever you want to me."

"You mean that? Because I meant what I said. I wanna be with you."

"Yeah, and I meant what I said. This could go really wrong."

"Or it could go really right."

"I love you. And if you're sure this is what you want-"

She leaned forward and kissed his lips. "I'm sure."

He sighed and gave her a smirk. "Okay then."

[sa1808fi]

ALRIGHT MY AU TIME (WIP)

This is more of a Rex and Watevra-centered Au, mostly because I wanted to explore their dynamic after Rex was abandoned in Undar and proceeded to do everything in the second movie. And how Watevra took her 'dad's absence and presumed death, before meeting him again.

When she does meet him, he is nothing like how everyone described him (cause trauma), so this is also an Au that is letting Rex heal from his past mistreatment with the help of his kid that he tried to hurt in another timeline.

I guess the way this starts off is with Rex being back to the futuring to his timeline. There's gonna be that slight shock like why isn't he dead, but imma make sure he wakes up in the Rexcelsior with his Raptors, so he has that bit of comfort (How? I'll figure that out later) while he deals with the task of wrestling with his emotions from the failure of his revenge and the fact that Lucy actually came.

So, he decides to check out Syspocalypstar (After like maybe a month, he's not emotionally ready to do it immediately), 1. He doesn't really have anything better to do, and 2. He kinda wants to see what it's like considering he 'died' in the other timeline, and he was too caught up in revenge in his to see anything other than when Bianca was playing with his friends.

When he does get there, there's a lot of him just wandering around kind of being repulsed by the bright colors and sparkliness. Eventually, he does come across a statue of him, but it's when he was Emmet, and he gets a lot of mixed feelings seeing this statue. Because 1. It's showing him when he used to be naive and trusted everyone someone he's not anymore, 2. It means they cared enough to actually build it to remember him, and 3. They could've just built it as a might as well kind of thing instead of putting in any actual effort.

So Rex is just kind of frozen there in thought, and who comes along? His kid, Watevra pops in because she wants to visit her dad's memorial since it's the only real 'connection' she has with him outside of the stories and pictures his exfriends have of him.

She notices this dude who sticks out from the crowd a lot (But also there's not really anyone there) because he has the whole tough schtick that does still exist in the peace that came with the two systems coming together, just not at the intensity he's at.

Cue the 'Hey who are you?' Line from Watevra, because she would've remembered someone like Rex if he lived in Syspocalypstar. When they do make eye contact, there's this tension in Rex from having to deal with Watevra (his kid) on his first visit to Syspocalypstar.

Watevra almost instantly feels some kind of connection to this stranger that she just met, there is this bit of one-way conversation before she looks at the statue of her dad and compares it to Rex, seeing the resemblance before coming to the realization that OH, this is her dad.

There's gonna be mostly shock, definitely tears from Watevra as she hugs him, because her dad's not actually dead. Rex is mostly gonna be shocked because this is the first time he's really been hugged in years, but also that's his kid hugging him.

A sequence of Watevra spilling out a bunch of questions at him before they (Rex) decide to go someplace more private to talk since people are staring at their queen hugging a random stranger.

They have a talk with each other, Rex explaining where he was and what he did, and yeah Watevra is a bit surprised that this traumatized mess of a man is the person everyone told her about, but she still sympathizes and accepts him, explaining her side of the story. And Rex is still not ready to face his old friends, but he is willing to build a relationship with Watevra, and that's basically what the whole Au is gonna be about.

NOW this right here is like the first fic in the series that I'm planning to do.

What follows is a bunch of misunderstandings, Rex being hostile to his old friends and mayhem, and a wedding redo to make up for the rushed one five years ago, and this time Watevra's dad is actually here.

So yeah, I'm good to answer any questions anybody has about this Au, would love to be able to ramble about it some more. It's still in the early development stages, but I'm hoping to actually start writing it once I get my Undar fic out.

@4-as-in-a-trenchcoat :) I did it

[mrwoeful]

some Augustine x Henri headcanons

errrm at some point there will be NSFW but dw there will be a warning <3 mentions of homophobia and how horrid it was for gay ppl to live at the time :( also these are general headcanons too

Feel free to discuss!!

I see a bunch of people complaining about this ship about it being cheating cheating but let's take period typical homophobia into consideration. What if Augustine simply married a woman and had a child to keep his sexual identity safe?

Now I don't think Augustine did this on a whim. Cause in my mind, his wife knows about Augustine's situation, and she may be queer as well.

I know this is far fetched but hey.

They both clarified that they could have relations with others, because the sole purpose of their fake marriage was to keep suspicion away from Augustine or from the both of them. Even if it meant having a child.

Now In the game Augustine never mentions his wife, only his son. And the toy he bought for him.

While he does have a photo of both of them, it's possible that he has it so no suspicion can be pointed at him for being a homosexual. (Because being a homo at their time was not a good one

like "no, he cannot be gay. Let's point the finger at someone else." Type of deal. He's an imposter to the straights lmaooo

While Henri isn't a married man, we think, he's just vulnerable to "accusations" of being a man kisser.

Augustine would hang out with Henri as much as possible. They might have been friends before the war. Dare i say even when they where children?

Honestly with how these guys act I think henri lived with his mother and Augustine loved his father. If frictional games won't give them a past, I fucking will!

"But woeful!" You cry, "why would Henri trick Augustine if they where lovers??" Ah, I believe it is a few simple things. Trust, and a basic set of skills that he knows Augustine has. In the beginning of the game, Augustine has managed to stay stealthy the entire time, even going as far to sneak up on germans that where shooting at Henri.

That's some husband material amirite?

so Henri had all the right to believe Augustine would return safely. But when that wasnt the case, you knew henri felt horrible and throwing up from nausea almost at any minute. Eating repulsed him, even.

Now we have to deal with the monster Henri (accidentally) created.

Now! Let's get into more romantic settings!

So these two would find any breaks they could have in a war just to hang out.

I believe these two where definitely in love with eachother just way to fucking scared to admit it.

Like?? It's possible to be thrown into jail, killed, tortured, etc. Just for having feelings for the same sex.

It was worse for other countries I bet.

Enough history lessons! I just get so hyperfixated on the history of WW1 and amnesia the bunker's setting in history.

However they trusted eachother very much, and they have confessed their love to eachother at some point. Which is why I am to believe that Augustine was so adamant that they'd survive the war together. Introduce Henri to his wife as his new lover.

But. Y'know. That never happened. But atleast it did in my upcoming au :]

Mitski songs for these mfs (especially I bet on losing dogs. Please it fits them so well)

These two would lovingly prank eachother. Alot. Pissing in your partners flask is a weird sign of affection but we know that Henri still loves him after that.

they would tease eachother a lot, others in the bunker would shrug it off as boys being boys. Bros being bros. Doing it w the homies yk

Henri calls Lambert lamby or lamb, and Augustine calls him clem! But only when they where in a private and safe area.

they would sneak kisses sooo often <3 they didn't want to get too affectionate in the bunker or they'd get caught. They'd give eachother those come-hither eyes, flirting with nothing but body language and looks they give eachother.

you know that one mlm cover of Mr sandman oh my god,,,

Oh yeah I headcanon that Augustine's a himbo. Like. Look at him. If henris a twink then Augustine is a hunk.

SMUT WARNING!!! LEAVE RN IF YOUR UNCOMFY 👿👿👿

Man these two make me go feral ok hold on.

Shenji's NSFW headcanons of these goobers made me go insane it made my mind go wild I???

Henri is definitely a crier in bed. Dacryphilia is making me write this. I'm sorry. But he's so whiny and vocal it drives both me and Augustine insane.

These two definitely are muscular. But c'mon. Henri's a twink through and through. Doesn't mean bro is weak cause reminder, he can carry a man 😭

Augustine is more built though, henri definitely stares when they are in the locker rooms changing. I'm drooling thinking about it. Augustine knows though.

Stop staring Henri! You twink! God,,,

These two sneak out at night, and go do some wild things.

i just searched that condoms where made in 1916. The military would be insane not to make use of these since condoms can carry a literal gallon of water. Anyways yea these two do it safe 👍

Henri is a solid 7 inches, but Augustine is a monstrous 10 inches. He laughed at Henri's reaction cause it was definitely a lot like his wife seeing it for the first time.

That thing is a fucking ass stretcher oh my god. Henri had to stay with the doctor for a bit cause he ached so hard after the first time. Augustine felt guilty.

Wall sex. Alot of wall sex at night. Messily making out as Augustine plowed that twink.

henri has to keep his mouth shut. Since he's so vocal and whiny teehee

Wanna know where Augustine gets those hickies? Yeah most of that is Henri biting into his neck to muffle himself. Henri does apology lick though, tbh Augustine doesn't mind at all.

But Augustine sure loves teasing Henri any time he can, and Henri lightly scolding him for making him moan so loud. Henri makes toe curling noises though??

If it was possible Augustine would listen to nothing but henri's filthy moans.

These two are very sweet to eachother though, but they do talk about getting. Rougher with eachother.

Dude at some point henri thought about being nothing but having his mouth as Augustine's cum dump. This came to reality so everyone's happy.

Dude Augustine would be such a dom. Maybe more of a soft dom?

Please the idea of Henri in some sort of shibari or bondage. Drools.

Augustine is lucky he gets to pound this twink.

Henri is lucky to get pounded BY this himbo.

But erm yeah

Thats all I can think of for these guys aughh pleaseeee can we talk about these guys more.

[irondad-defensesquad]

You get to exhale now

Also posted on AO3!

This was originally sillier, but it grew deeper. There's nothing too heavy about it, it ends well! However:

TRIGGER WARNING - discussions of acephobia and biphobia.

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

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Peter has been planning this in his head for quite a while. The right time comes when he aces his last test, and a cartoon light bulb pops above his head.

He’s holding the paper in his hands and wearing clothes colored for the occasion. His stomach reacts with anxiety, which is not necessarily dread. He’s more than sure that Tony will be fine with Peter not being straight. The teen just wonders if his mentor even knows what asexuality is.

Peter has only come out to Aunt May and Ned for now, and obviously, they’re both okay with it. Ned already knew about asexuality, but even if May didn’t, she didn’t see anything “unnatural” or “odd” about it. Peter sometimes finds his aunt reading articles about asexuality probably to learn more. Seeing this, he thought Tony could know, too. In fact, Peter told May and Ned that he wanted to tell Tony as well. They encouraged him, but they also reassured Peter that he doesn’t need to come out to him or anyone if he doesn’t feel safe. But Peter does feel safe around Tony. He can be himself when they spend time together.

Even then, his mind already catastrophizes everything, no matter how unrealistic it is. Peter doesn’t expect to be kicked out or anything, but the last thing he wants is for his identity to be dismissed. Peter also has this in mind considering how Tony is, well, a playboy. Or used to be. It’s strange knowing this while Peter is sex-repulsed. What is Tony going to think about that?

The trip upstate feels too long and too short at the same time. Peter is bouncing his legs, trying his hardest not to crush the test with his hand. And now that he’s finally here, the anxiety increases. Happy even asks him if he’s okay, when the driver usually stays silent. Peter just says he’s excited to see Tony, which is half true. Fortunately, Happy doesn’t question him anymore.

Peter finds Tony in the kitchen this time. He’s kind of relieved about that, because he doesn’t want to get in the way of Tony’s work.

“Hey, kid!” The man greets. He hums. “I like the palette you’re going for today.”

He really just notices everything. “Y-Yeah, hey, Mr. Stark,” Peter chuckles. He hates that his hands are trembling.

“What’s up?”

“Ah, um…”

Peter mostly stares down at his paper, the A+ facing him, telling him to go for it. Tony waits.

“I… aced my Spanish test.”

“Oh, that’s great, kid!” Tony sounds happy for him, even though he probably wonders why Peter is so nervous to give this kind of news. “We’re definitely gonna celebrate, your pick.”

“A-Awesome, thanks.”

Why can’t he just say it?

“Is… there anything else you wanna tell me, Pete?”

To Peter, it’s obvious. He’s wearing black, gray, white, and purple clothes. He has the black ring on his middle finger. He aced his test. He’s basically a walking pride flag, but of course, Tony might know anything and Peter is just looking too pathetic. He’s probably not real to him.

He gulps and opens his mouth.

“I’m… I-I’m asexual, okay?” Peter sounds defeated.

Maybe Tony doesn’t know the term either.

But his mentor gasps.

“Oooooh! That’s why I was recognizing the colors. And the black ring, too. Sorry I didn’t catch the hints at first, kid.”

Peter blinks, perplexed. “What? You- You actually know what asexuality is?”

“Yes, of course.”

Of course? “Seriously?”

“You think I live under a rock?” Tony teases, not sounding annoyed.

Whoa, okay. That’s so weird. Of all people, he never imagined Tony Stark to know what asexual is.

“And… you’re okay with… me being asexual?” Peter asks like he’s a toddler wanting approval.

Tony’s smirk fades. “Why wouldn’t I be?” His voice softens a lot.

There are a lot of reasons Peter could list, but he just shrugs. He already knew Tony would be okay, and considering Peter doesn’t have to pull the slide presentation he made, he should be happy, right? Why isn’t he, then?

Why does he feel stupid?

Tony sighs. “Alright, come here, kiddo.” He stretches out an arm, inviting Peter.

The boy complies, so Tony wraps an arm around him and he guides them both to the couch. The man still respects Peter’s space while letting him know it’s okay.

“First off, I’m glad you told me. I’m relieved that you feel safe around me to come out,” Tony smiles at him.

Peter is unable to return it. His eyes are watering.

“I-I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” he apologizes. Why does he want to cry?

“For what?”

“I dunno, it’s just… I-I knew you would be fine with it, but… I didn’t think you’d know what asexuality is or if you’d think it’s real at all.” Peter sniffs. “A-And I should be happy that you know, but…”

He’s met with silence, the kind that gives him time, that allows him to cry.

“You know, Mr. Stark… being asexual can be so… lonely sometimes. All the other kids my age talk about sex. All the adults I know also tell us we’re gonna find the right person one day. I see it all the time in movies, series, everywhere I go. I never liked it. But since I’m just a kid, everyone tries to convince me I’m gonna change my mind one day. I don’t get the appeal, I don’t get why it matters. I never felt like this for anyone, and I wonder if there’s something wrong with me,” Peter admits. “And as if that isn’t alienating enough, I have these super powers that make me less of a human being. I’ve never been normal, but that feeling just gets worse. Sometimes I wish I could be a normal kid who likes sex and who doesn’t have mutant powers. Maybe things would be easier, then.”

A few quiet tears roll down his face. Peter doesn’t think he has ever opened up about this facet of his sexuality. He never even told May or Ned. He never knew how to verbalize these feelings of inadequacy.

Peter almost forgets Tony has been listening this entire time, when the latter breathes in, probably due to the weight of the former’s words. He might be close to crying, too.

“Look, Peter,” Tony starts, “I’m not asexual, but as you probably know, I’m bisexual. I only came out when I was older, otherwise my dad would disown me if he found out. But what I want to say is that, to some level, I understand what you mean. Everyone sees bisexuality as a ‘phase’ or ‘confusion’. In a way, it’s not ‘real’, either. Like, pick a side, you’re either gay or straight.” Tony exhales. “Again, our experiences are not the same. From what you told me, yeah, asexuality sounds invisible. I just hope you know that you’re not invisible to me. You’re real and there’s nothing wrong with you. Like you said, society can be alienating, so many of us have to hide to be safe. It’s heartbreaking.” He’s then rubbing Peter’s back. “You’re safe here, Peter. You’re not any less of a person for having powers or for being asexual.”

The boy suddenly feels lighter. Thus, he leans against Tony, who gladly wraps his arms around him.

“It’s so tiring having to justify your existence,” Peter vents.

Tony doesn’t answer, but he silently agrees.

“Thanks for listening, Mr. Stark.”

“Sure, kid. I like the hints you showed me. They were very creative.”

Peter chuckles. “Yeah.”

“I think purple fits you.”

“I might wear it more often.”

Tony spends a while rubbing Peter’s back, until he hums.

“Asexuals like cake, right?” He wonders.

Peter grins. “I love cake.”

“Alright. We can order one for you, any flavor you like. I would bake it, but I haven’t baked since… a while,” Tony clears his throat, probably not wanting to say “decades” or else Peter would just make fun of him. “I don’t wanna ruin it for you.”

“It’s okay. Thanks, Mr. Stark.”

“You deserve it, kiddo.”

Peter just chooses a regular chocolate cake. It takes a while to arrive, of course. Until then, Tony shows him the bisexual flag he bought a long time ago, as well as pictures of him attending pride events over the years.

“Hey, what if we went to the next pride as Iron Man and Spider-Man? That would be so cool, right?”

Tony’s smile grows bigger. “That would be great, kid.”

As they eat the cake together – mostly because Peter urges him to eat with him –, Peter thinks of several ideas for the next pride month. Tony listens all the way, still grinning and looking at him with admiration.

Indeed, Peter Parker is real. And Tony loves him.