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tinykonig · 1 year

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𝔠'𝔪𝔬𝔫, 𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔪𝔢

könig has really pretty hands... you think he deserves to know {reader has a major hand kink- don't we all-, könig has a praise kink and is absolutely obsessed with reader. this is very obviously nsfw 18+ only please and thank you ~this will also be cross-posted to ao3} intentionally lower-case

he is just so intrinsically captivating- everything about him. you never stop noticing him.

the second he walked into base, your throat ran dry when you realized the sheer size of the man. he could swallow you whole. you wanted him to.

you don't wanna say you had ulterior motives when you befriended him- you truly like the guy. he's funny and extremely sweet, and hanging around könig had other benefits. no one dared to mess with you when he was around. the usual chatter of men hitting you up or questioning your position melted into peaceful quiet and the soft sound of könig's voice.

like right now.

"did you hear me?" his voice comes from the edge of your mattress where he has perched himself, undoing the laces on his boots.

you are sitting at the chair to your desk and watching his long, strong fingers work around the dark strings to loosen them from the complicated knots. his hood was flipped back over his helmet revealing his concerned expression

your head snaps up, "no, sorry, big guy. zoned out," you respond, and you hope to god it sounds casual.

"oh, okay." he says awkwardly, pausing his movements to look at your face- slightly rosy and pupils blown- but if he notices he doesn't say anything. "i said i got something for you while i was gone."

your face brightens and you grin at him, his expression quickly mimicking your newly excited one.

he reaches into a pocket on his vest and pulls out something small, then he encases it in his large fist and holds it out in your direction.

“i actually made it,” he clarifies, chuckling at you as you begin to make grabby hands towards him, like an excited child.

you have to hold back a gasp when both of his hands wrap around your much smaller ones. it felt like pure electricity surging from his palms straight to your core.

he drops the object in your open hand and draws away, suddenly looking shy again.

it’s a tiny wooden figurine of your favorite animal. incredibly detailed and tiny and you turn in over in your hands in awe. a lump takes root in the base of your throat. könig never fails to take you by surprise with his thoughtfulness.

“könig i love it,” you whisper, not quite trusting your voice not to break at a normal volume, “it’s so fucking cute.”

“you like it?” you can hear the smile in his voice as he fully takes off his helmet and hood and sets it on your nightstand. he must have worked on taking off his boots fully along with his tac vest because they are now sitting in a neat pile beside the foot of your bed, left now in only his long sleeve black shirt and combat pants. he is visibly more relaxed now as he leans against the headboard.

“of course i do. how did you even make it? its so detailed.”

you love the proud grin that adorns his face.

“i was on night watch. cut out a chunk of wood from the windowsill, and carved using one of my knives. it took like 8 hours.”

you find an empty space on your desk and set the figurine there, shaking your head in disbelief as you turn to look at könig again.

“i accidentally cut my finger when i was carving the eyes,” he said, holding out a hand to you and showing you a superficial nick on his ring finger.

you scoot your chair closer to the bed so you can take his hand into yours and examine the tiny cut. you pout up at him and coo, “awww~ poor baby,”

and then without thinking you raised the finger to your lips and press a soft kiss to the cut. könig’s eyes are open wide and his breathing picked up considerably.

“all better now, right?” you ask teasingly, gaining confidence based off his reaction.

you carded your fingers through his and wait for his response. he surrenders his other hand into your lap as well, almost like he was in a trance

“yes,” he answers breathily.

you hum in response, still toying with the hand you hold in your possession. his hands were warm, you trace some of the scars that litter on his knuckles.

“sorry,” you mumble out the apology, “your hands are just really pretty.” you feel a little embarrassed, but not enough to let go of his hands.

könig makes a noise like he was stifling a cough and shakes his head, “ don’t apologize.” it sounds like a plead, and he makes no moves to remove his hands from your possession.

you make eye contact and recognize the want that pools in his light eyes. you are sure he sees it mirrored in yours as well. it gives you the courage to continue on the precarious path you found yourself walking.

“very pretty hands,” you murmur, “and they are so big,” holding his hand up to yours to display the ridiculous difference in size. he groans ever so lightly, his eyes now hooded under your gaze.

you knew he would never make the first move. it had to be you, and it had to be now.

“i think about your hands a lot, könig.”

your confession hangs in the air like a raincloud before a storm. filled with the promise of something more.

“tell me,” he whimpers lightly, tightening his grip on your hands for the first time this entire time you were holding them.

this is gonna be fun, you thought, grinning while you maneuvered yourself to sit on top of his thighs. you see his adam’s apple bop as he gulps in surprise.

you are still toying with his hands when you glance up at his eyes, “i think about how they would feel when they touch me,” you whisper, knowing he could hear you. he is hanging on to every word.

“touch you…” he breathes in deep, “where?”

you bring his hands under your loose t-shirt and rest them on the bare skin of your waist, keeping your hands on top of his- like you were scared he would move if you didn’t.

“here, for starters,” you respond, and you laugh a little when he presses his fingers into your skin there harder.

“are you ticklish?” he asks, smiling softly.

“just a bit,” you say, moving your hands to bring your shirt up over your head and you throw it on the floor next to the bed, messily in contrast to his perfectly folded pile of gear.

he is trying not to stare, and he is failing miserably. his hands seem to move of their own accord as they trail up your body to your bra-covered breasts.

“mmm,” you hum contentedly, “yes, i think about them touching there too,” reaching up to gently rake your fingers through his slightly shaggy hair. “although im not usually wearing this when i imagine it.”

“can i take it off?” he asks, doe eyes looking to yours for explicit permission.

now you stroke his cheekbone, along a very faint and fading scar. you grant him a nod.

quicker than you expected, he was sliding the straps down your arms and the back was unhooked. you were suddenly feeling extremely exposed, given he was still fully dressed. you tug twice on the front of his own shirt and he pauses his movements on your body to reach for his own shirt.

his torso is so long and sculpted, littered with raised pink scars, a few deeper white ones too that had healed for longer. the freckles on his face continued down his chest and arms you note, extremely pleased with that fact. he was so, so pretty. you wonder if he knows.

while you admire him, he raises his hands back to your now bare breasts and softly cups them. his touch is so gentle, and you can see in his eyes an expression of pure awe and trust.

tentatively you arch into his touch, just to have him press into your skin more. he comes out of his trance and desperation starts to take over. he tweaks a nipple between his two fingers and you moan at the unexpectedness of the action.

“that feels good, könig,” you whimper out, and he does it again. it’s so lovely to see him gain confidence from your words and your reactions. you decide to test something else out, “thats my good boy.”

the reaction is immediate. one of his arms moves to hook around your middle and pull you fully flush to his hips. you gasp at the feeling of him hot and hard under your clothed center.

“can i put my mouth on you?” he asks, and his voice still sounds so innocent and unsure but theres a hint of need creeping in as well.

“you can do anything you want,” you answer, loosing all composure and control you previously had.

he keeps his one hand on your waist, the other playing with your nipple. he brings his mouth to the other one, and you throw your head back and groan at how warm and wet it feels. he gently rolls his tongue around the nipple, biting lightly every few seconds. you’ve never felt so close to cumming from nipple play before, but with könig? everything was heightened.

you grip his hair harder and pull his mouth off you, looking into his eyes and breathily saying, “i haven’t told you where i think about your hands being the most.”

he groans. it’s a sinfully wonderful little noise.

“please,” he chokes out, “please, please tell me,”

you conjure up all the confidence left in your body under his gaze, and stand up and unbutton your pants. his eyes are heavy on your body as you slide them down your legs, and it’s like he cant help himself when he reaches out and runs his hands up and down one of your thighs.

“so soft,” he says, in complete reverence.

you almost feel bad for him when you see how painfully hard he is in his pants. you wonder for a second if his hands were so big, how big could he be there, too…

before sitting back down in his lap, you reach for his own pants to let him know that you wanted those off as well. he obeys you so easily, so eagerly.

he almost looks like he’s been hypnotized when you take your seat back on his lap, less barriers separating you two now. you are sure he can feel how wet you are, its soaked through your thin panties.

he just whimpers, and waits. waiting for you to tell him, like he so kindly asked you to.

so you do.

you grab one of his hands again, and he watches intently as you bring two of his long, thick fingers into your mouth. his jaw goes slack as you slide your tongue over his digits, coating them with your saliva. he lightly thrusts up, like he can’t control himself but he’s trying.

you hum again and release his fingers from your mouth and guide them down to your heat hovering over his clothed dick.

when he slipped past the band of your panties, he broke free of his trance. feeling your wet, throbbing pussy broke something in him and he was on a mission to make you feel as good as he possibly can. he slid his fingers back and forth over your clit and drank in your moans as his kissed you for the first time.

you whisper praises against his mouth, telling him how good he was doing. “better than i could have ever imagined,” you manage to breath out as he strokes you towards your orgasm just by massaging your clit.

every word you said went straight to his core, and it was a need- an absolutely feral need- to feel you cum on his hand.

“inside me,” you moan out, “please, put them inside me.”

his chest and face are burning red with want, and you start to feel bad that you’re the only one being pleasured as he slips two fingers into your pussy. through a bubbling moan in your chest you manage to ask him, “can i touch you, too?”

he looks at you like you just gave him his own personal star from the sky, “god, please” he says, his accent growing even thicker in want.

you pull him out of his boxers and gasp. if you thought his hands were big- this was just unfair. his cock stands tall against his stomach, pale pink and leaking. he is the most beautiful man in your universe, and you tell him.

he moans at your words and bucks his hips into the air. having mercy on him you wrap your hand around him. he rewards you by stroking the spongy part inside you with his two fingers. you start to roll your hips into his hand, and that spurs him on even further.

“c’mon, use me,” he mutters into your ear, “use my hand to make yourself cum. please, i need it so bad.”

you were already embarrassingly close, and his desperate words brought your orgasm crashing over you. your hand strokes his harder and you vaguely register his free hand grabbing your throat to pull your forehead to rest against his as he cums all over your hand and his stomach. you ride out your release on his hand until you can’t take it anymore and stop your movements.

the only sound in the room is heavy breathing. you whine as he removes his hand from you, which makes him chuckle a little. you open your eyes to meet his and he looks so blissful.

you smile back at him tiredly, “later, i’ll have to tell you about how i think about your mouth,” and he laughs his regular, loud laugh that you love. he pulls you into his chest to lay down fully.

“yes, i think you should.” he agrees.

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #könig #könig x reader #konig #konig x reader #this is. bad im sorry i hyped it up

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pupkashi · 1 year

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the jjk men flirting

including gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, fushiguro toji

a/n: hi hi ! back after a while with these flirting hcs :] i hope they aren’t too ooc i tried to make them fit but i do not know the first thing about flirting I’m sorry I’m not a player </3

masterlist

— gojo satoru !

everyone says he’s so flirty and so smooth w it and I’m not saying i disagree but i am saying when he realizes he has actual real feelings for someone his rizz goes out the window

he starts second guessing all his pick up lines and all his flirting tactics

does not know how to act around you anymore because you don’t want someone who never takes things seriously so he has to be more serious, right?

where he would usually make a joke he tries to be more serious

when he doesn’t laugh at your “that’s what she said” joke you get a little suspicious, worried that something was wrong with him

gojo only grew more flustered when you looked at him with concerned eyes and voice as sweet as honey

starts to go back to normal when you tell him you miss his usual self, back making jokes and flirty remarks your way

“y/n have you always looked so beautiful during sunset?” “you like coffee? that’s crazy i do too! how about we go on a coffee date”

when you don’t pick up the hint he grows a bit frustrated, trying to hang out with you alone more, his flirty remarks are out the window and he’s just telling you how he feels at that point

“if you wear that outfit again i might just ask you to be mine” “very funny satoru” (he wants to rip his hair out)

— nanami kento !

makes you swoon so fucking easily it’s embarrassing

absolute dream of a man everyone wants him but he wants you so bad he’s running around town finding the best florist to buy you a bouquet of your favorite flowers only to hand them to you later and say “i saw them on my way here so i thought why not”

will start getting you small things, picks you flowers from the side of the road or sidewalk, if you guys walk together he’ll give them to you then and there

constantly compliments you, “you looks so pretty like that,” “your hair looks nice styled this way”

notices small things about you and points them out, knows when you get your eyebrows done or a small haircut

it’s pretty obvious when he flirts because he is just straight up smiling at you calling you pretty and asking you on a date but in the most subtle charming way possible

finds himself staring at you an unhealthy amount of times, finds your mannerisms so heart warming

will pick up your hobbies so you could spend time together or have someone to talk about it to

he’ll offer to cook for you and invites you to his apartment often for any small thing,,, “i lost my tv remote and i can’t find it, do you wanna come help? I’ll buy you dinner”

he is just so fucking charming and such a gentleman because he wants you so bad and he’s determined to win your heart over no matter how long it take

— fushiguro mergumi !

so awkward and endearing it hurts your heart

he’ll scowl less around you, smiling at any small comments you make and occasionally chuckling at your bad jokes

does not know how to approach you at all, he’ll opt to just trying to be around you in hopes of getting you alone to talk to just you and not the others

“so i was thinking maybe we could go eat somewhere, together?” his smile was small and his cheeks were pink as you smiled back at him, “I’d love that!” you replied, about to speak up again but you were interrupted by yuji’s arm wrapping around your shoulder

“we’re gonna go out to eat? I’ll tell kugasaki!” neither of you could stop your pink haired friend before he was off to tell nobara, megumi would frown but you’d nudge him, offering a sympathetic smile and squeezing his arm

will make you a playlist with his music ke ‘songs that remind me of u’ or music he thinks you’d like (makes sure to put a good amount of love songs so that maybe you’d get the hint)

he’ll watch your favorite shows or movies without you knowing so next time you bring it up he can talk to you about it

memorizes all your favorite things you say in passing, when the opportunity arises he’ll make it known that yeah, he remembered what your favorite starburst flavor was and yeah he bought a pack and saved all of your favorites to give to you the next day

will probably harbor a crush for a while before he gives up on his own methods and begrudgingly asks gojo how to flirt

gojo will smile at him, tell him he’s doing fine and send him on his merry way because although megumi doesn’t notice the way you check yourself in your camera when megumi walks over, or the way you giggle at his every word, gojo certainly does

— itadori yuji !

absolute angel of a boy

will do absolutely every cliche thing when he has a crush on someone

buys you lunch, shares headphones with you, walks you home, texts you late at night funny videos or memes, calls you for hours on end, tells you terrible jokes

he’d probably blush a bit anytime you’re sitting next to him because he can almost feel the heat radiating off you and it’s driving him insane

he’ll try his best to flirt but just comes off as a little insane, so he sticks to being himself and hoping making you laugh is enough to win your heart

when he compliments you his cheeks get soooo rosy and he fumbles over his words, sometimes he’ll fidget with his fingers and he just looks so cute how can you not graciously accept the compliment

always includes you in activities even in times where you have no reason to be there

“fushiguro and i were gonna go play some volleyball with the other guys you wanna come?” “i have never touched a volleyball in my life” “great! I’ll save you a spot on the team”

he just wants to spend time with you !! how can you say no to him ?? (his team won solely because his athletic prowess overshadowed your terrible serves)

won’t brush his feelings off, he knows he likes you and he’s not gonna try and hide it (to an extent) especially not when he wants you to know he likes you so that you can make a move if you’re comfortable with it

in the meantime he’ll continue to spend his nights on FaceTime with you, making you giggle, buying you lunch and sharing headphones (wired ones he bought after he ‘lost’ his Bluetooth ones) with you on late night walks together, blushing and grinning when your hands brushed against one another

— inumaki toge !

the fucking cutest little menace

at first is a little shy, grins so much when you talk to him and is always keeping an eye out for you wherever he is

is so so so sweet but also such a little shit about it 😭😭😭😭

the kind to tell you he knows a really nice place where they make you’re favorite meal but the only way he’ll tell you where it’s at is if you go with him

finds anyway possible to make you blush !!!!!!

“i really like your sweater inumaki” “salmon?” you nod with a small smile, there’s a small smirk on his face before he’s taking it off, the white t shirt underneath riding up along with it, his toned abdomen flashing before your eyes and your cheeks are burning

it doesn’t go unnoticed by the cursed speech user, a smirk on his face, he places the sweater if your hand, before promptly signing “it’ll look better on you anyway”

if you keep denying it despite very obviously wanting to take it he’ll lean in a little, press the sweater a little more into your hands and mumble “take the sweater” his eyes glimmering and you can’t even be upset that he used his cursed speech on you

likes being close to you as much as he can, will spend hours on end listening to you talk, pays so much attention to every word that leaves your mouth, he hangs on your every word

he isnt beyond using his cursed speech to get people to move just so he can sit next to you, even his poor yuta isn’t safe from his friend when it comes to you (he’s too enamored by you, can he really be blamed :(()

shows his feelings in every possible way: getting you things you like, spending time with you, enjoying your hobbies/interests, cheesy pickup lines, teasing you relentlessly

the kind of flirt that makes you blush and squeak telling him to stop but you secretly hope he doesn’t because it’s making you fall more and more for him

“toge are wearing shorts underneath your shorts?” “you’re checking me out a little too hard y/n, why are you noticing that” your face would flush as you tried to scramble for an excuse and the sorcerer will only sit back and have a lazy grin on his face

such a menace but he’s sure to balance the teasing out with endless showers of compliments to make you blush and hours on end of time spent together hoping that you’ll fall as hard as he is <3

— okkotsu yuta !

so sweet and shy and has no idea how to flirt so he immediately googles it

reads something about longing stares and thoughtful questions so he rolls with it, locking his phone and walking up to you

“hi y/n” he smiles, you grin back and return the greeting, “are there more doors or wheels in the world?” he looks at you, trying his best to imitate the guy in the picture he saw but is only met with a confused expression on your face, “are you gonna throw up on me or something?”

yuta never trusted google again

sticks to what toge and the others have told him about just being himself and trying to spend time with you

would walk you home or go with you places you didn’t wanna go alone (that’s how he got roped into going to the mall an entire day)

will help you with tasks you struggle with, let’s you know of things he thinks you might like, texts you often and loves to FaceTime you !!!

will absolutely hit you with the “i didn’t really understand this thing, do you think you could help me with it?”

laughs at all your jokes no matter how terrible and blushes when you talk to him

isn’t very straightforward with his flirting, everything is very subtle because he isn’t sure how to approach you about something this serious so he decides to just let you figure it out on your own

will compliment you but not too often because he doesn’t wanna seem weird, tells you he loves being around you and spending time with you

just a shy boy who is so tooth achingly sweet and wants to do his best to flirt and try to gain your affection (spoiler he’s had it since the first day you spoke to each other)

— fushiguro toji !

so crass it almost hurts

doesn’t flirt as much as he just smirks at you says suggestive things accompanied by a wink

“you look great in that dress, can’t help but wonder how it’d look on my floor” your face burns and the intensity of his stare is too much and you can only giggle and look away, toji towers over you and he loves using that to his advantage

will lean against the wall when listening to you talk, his head cocked to the side and a small smile on his face, his arms are crossed and his biceps and slightly flexed

flirting comes very easy to him, and he loves making you blush with the terrible pickup lines that work because of how attractive he is, always smiling when you look down because you can’t bear to look him in the eyes

calls you nicknames like “sweet thing” or “doll face” and he loves how you react each and every time

makes an effort to actually get to know you, asks about what you like and pays attention, bringing it up again after a while

will absolutely try to hide any softness behind his compliments and actions, covering it up with a crude joke or a sexually suggestive comment

will drive you around to wherever it is you wanna go and secretly hopes you’ll ask him to tag along so he can spend time with you (he will never admit to this even if you date)

is more touchy with you when hes flirting, will place a hand on your wait or back when you’re walking together, grabs your hand/wrist to follow him even when there’s not a crowd around

he’s just so hot and sexy he doesn’t really have to flirt let’s be real here yall

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 3 months

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lets lighten to mood here a bit: what are your top 5 kataang moments?

"Top five" hahahahahahahahaahahahahahahaha, what kind of nonsense is this? I need a top 15!

#15 - Them bickering on Kyoshi Island (01x04)

This one was one my favorite scenes in the whole show, even back when I didn't really care for Kataang as a ship. It's just such a funny, accurate representation BOTH of "When you wanna hang out with your friend, but you're still too mad to talk things out" and "When your is getting attention from other people and now you're really, really jealous."

Scenes like this are why I never felt Kataang was truly one-sided, again, even back when I personally didn't like the ship - it's just so obvious that with how close they are, lots of moments that could have been purely platonic end up having a romance vibe, so the eventually romance feels way more earned.

#14 - Aang nearly cofessing his feelings to Katara (02x18)

It's a short little moment, but I like it a lot. Aang is just so shy and nervous, it's adorable - and I actually don't mind that they were interrupted because we got lots of flirting in book 3.

#13 - The first two damn episodes (01x01 & 01x02)

I know, I know, putting not one, but two whole episodes is cheating like crazy, but I don't care. Aang likes Katara IMMEDIATELY, they go penguin sliding, he offers to take her to the North Pole long before he finds out HE needs to go there, Katara is ready to throw hands with everyone for wanting to banish Aang and is then losing her mind when he is taken by the Fire Nation. Even Sokka noticed they were getting a bit too clingy for two people that just freaking met and goes "Let's save your boyfriend."

#12 - "Baby, you're my forever girl" (03x09)

This one is just HILARIOUS. It starts out looking very realistic, sweet and romantic... and is then derrailed into embarrassing teenage fantasies, and Aang clearly feels so awkward when he realizes he had just been standing there like a dumbass. The entire episode is great, but that scene is easily top 3 of the funniest moments in it.

#11 - Flirting after he gives her the necklace back (01x15)

They are freaking adorable in that scene. Aang joking around when returning the necklace to her, Katara kissing his cheek and making him blush... peak cuteness. Gets extra romantic with the added context that those necklaces are basically the same as engagement rings.

#10 - Aang finding out Katara brought him back from the dead (03x01)

Aang just looks so in awe of her in that scene, like he can barely even comprehend how someone could be so amazing. The look in his eyes, man! I can't! I CAN'T!

(And for real, how can ANYONE still have doubts that the whole "Aang needs to let go of Katar FULLY AND FOREVER, ALL DAY AND EVERYDAY otherwise the world is doomed" thing is bullshit? The show literally looked us straight in the face and said "True love/friendship saved the day because if it wasn't for it the world's last hope would be fucking dead")

#9 - Cave Of Two Lovers (02x02)

Once again I'm cheating, and once again I don't care. Katara and Aang both blushing when she suggest that they kiss, Aang trying a little too hard to act like he totally doesn't want that kiss, Katara getting offended at it, "I'm saying I'd rather kiss you than die, that's a compliment!", the light of the torches fading away as they get closer to each other, Aang looking all lovestruck after it, then them both blushing after they're out of the cave - INCREDIBLE! SHOWSTOPPING! BEAUTIFUL! ADORABLE!

#8 - Katara not wanting Aang to go into the Avatar State (02x01)

I understand why Aang going into the Avatar State to save her on this same episode gets so much attention, but this moment is criminally underrated AND what makes that other scene hit so hard.

Katara can't stand to see Aang in so much pain and rage and thus refuses to be part of that plan. She is the one putting his humanity, his feelings, and his well-being before his responsibilities as the Avatar. She'll always encourage him to do what's right and help him do what's needed to save the world - but she'd never put him in any unnecessary harm. She'd never take him granted and act like she, or anyone else, is entitled to put him through so much stress and pressure just because of his duties as the Avatar. She'd never take advantage of Aang's kindness.

When Aang went into the Avatar State, it wasn't just about the protagonist saving his love interest (which is already an epic moment) - it was a friend saving another, a survivor of genocide saing another, the hero saving an innocent person who was in harms way. And more importantly, it was someone who was constantly treated like he needed to be a soldier/weapon first, person second, saving the girl that had always been his ride-or-die from the very beginning and that had just proven yet again that she cared about HIM, not just about the Avatar and what he could do for the world.

#7 - Aang and Katara VS Pakku (01x18)

Once again, Aang and Katara showing that they both take the concept of "ride-or-die" VERY seriously. They are really excited to learn together, and Aang is so pissed off when Pakku refuses to train Katara solely because she's a girl, that he says "Fuck this guy, fuck my mission, I'm out of here." Katara, of course, then accepts dealing with that unfair situation because she knows Aang's mission is important and doesn't want to stand in the way of it, even if she obviously isn't happy about it.

Then, once Sokka gives them that idea, Aang is super eager to teach Katara everything Pakku is teaching him, because, once again, Katara's personal goal of wanting to be a badass fighter is as important to Aang as his mission to save the entire freaking world.

They're caught, everything is going to hell, and Pakku now refuses to let train either of them unless he gets an apology, and so Katara goes into fighting mode with no hesitation. Aang, the absolute sweetheart that he is, lets her know that she doesn't have to do this to get Pakku to teach him - then steps aside when she explains this is about HER, her pride and her right to knock some sense into that sour old man.

Finally, after everything is resolved, we get Pakku saying Aang should start calling her "Sifu Katara" - which leads me to:

#6 - Sifu Katara (02x09)

That. Was. So. Fucking. Cute.

Aang wants to make sure Katara knows just how much she means to him, how much he respects her as a fighter/master and we KNOW he absolutely means it, and Katara is very touched by it.

And I gotta love how comfortable they are with each other. Aang practicing waterbending and talking with her to clear his head, Katara giving him advice as to why he's struggling with earthbending AND trying to make Toph change her approach into something Katara knows works on Aang, the push and pull/ying and yang motions showing how they just click and are in harmony with each other - it isn't just AANG showing he appreciates Katara's role as his master, it's the show itself doing that.

#5 - Aang & The Painted Lady (03x03)

That boy was simping for and flirting with the Painted Lady before he even realized it was Katara, because she was a kind "spirit" that he went out of his way to mention looked REALLY pretty even though he couldn't see her face. Then, of course, he has to praise her for wanting to help the people of the village and goes on to help her blow up a whole factory.

You google the meaning of "being in love" and Aang's face is the first the thing that comes up, I swear to fucking God, I can't with this boy.

#4 - Katara threatening to end Zuko if he ever hurts Aang again (03x12)

Once again, Katara and Aang take the idea of "Ride-or-die" VERY seriously. Katara doesn't trust Zuko really changed, but she does trust Aang's judgement and knows that he has the right to choose his firebending teacher, and that they don't really have much of a choice at the moment.

But she didn't forget what Zuko nearly took away from her, and makes damn sure he knows that if he screws up again, he isn't getting a third chance.

And I gotta say, we as a fandom don't talk enough about how, much like Aang's love for his people is explicitly stated to still live on through his love for Katara, the girl he already sees as family and would eventually marry, Katara was only ever willing to kill for two people - Kya and Aang.

This is one of those moments that proof that, even if one doesn't care for the ship, NO ONE can deny just how strong their bond is and how much they mean to each other.

#3 - Finale Kiss (03x21)

Even though I think they should have officially become an item after their kiss during the invasion and that the last minute conflict of "Maybe Katara doesn't actually want to be with Aang" that we got in Ember Island Players was REALLY forced, I still love this moment.

They look so happy, so at peace. They don't even need to say anything. They just lock eyes, smile, embrace each other and kiss. It's oen of the most romantic moments not just between them, but in the whole show.

Also if anyone has a Katara doll with that dress, please mail it to me, because my inner 5-year-old cannot deal with how pretty she looked on that scene and NEEDS it to be immortalized in a doll I can put on the shelf and stare at for hours.

#2 - Aang saying Katara gives him hope (02x12)

Okay, okay, okay, OKAY, we are once again in the territory of "Even back when I didn't like the ship, I still adored this scene." It's one of the moments that I'm always super excited to reach whenever I'm watching the show yet again.

Is just so rewarding. Every single episode we are reminded that Katara has complete faith in Aang, that he gave her hope before they ever met. Yet at that moment, because of Appa's kidnaping, he can't be the Aang she knows - be that he goofy, optimistic, super affectionate friend, or the kind, super empathetic, compassionate messianic figure of the Avatar. He is too hurt and scared, so he goes from lashing out to shutting everyone off - including her. He is doing his duty, but there's little to no emotion there.

Katara keeps the team together as they cross the desert, brings Aang back to Earth when he is snapping, parts the freaking sea, and then helps bring baby Hope into the world - and thus Aang is finally Aang again, and makes sure to let his best friend know just how much she means to him.

It's a nice role-reversal, with Katara being the one put on a pedestal and Aang showing reverence. It's sweet and makes all the moments in which she shows her blind faith in him all the sweeter. It easily could have been my number one.

If it wasn't for THE Kataang moment that is:

#1 - The Dance (03x02)

How could this not be number one? It's the definition of iconic. Literally invented romance. You open up a dictionary and see a picture of this scene in the definition of "chemistry."

Katara feeling insecure because of all the attention is getting, Aang going out of his way to make sure she doesn't feel left out, the way he says "it's just you and me", the way everyone is staring at them in awe... the lighting, the music, the camera angles, the freaking choreography... their smiles, Katara blushing, the way they lock eyes, the almost kiss, Aang holding Katara as they finally stop... it's too good. Just too freaking good. 11/10, no one is doing it like them.

#pro kataang #kataang

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fizzywashere87 · 2 months

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how would the rise or mutant mayhem twortlezzz react to have a short gremlin friend? Like would reader is short (maybe mikey's height or a bit taller) and she is a bit chaotic. Very blunt and slightly aggressive and at first seems kinda harsh but actually is very sweet once you get to know them. Also mood swings (me fr fr)

HELLO MY LITTLE SIBLING 😁😁😁I AM VERY EXCITED TO BE YOUR FIRST REQUEST AND I HOPE YOU HAVE FUN WRITING THIS!!! YOU ARE SUPER RAD BRO-BRO KEEPING BEING AWESOME 😎

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rise! Raph-a-doodle

Okay, we already know mans is big, he could pick you up and throw you either way, he wont.

If you’re shorter than Mikey i think he might notice but i feel like he would be indifferent

He will definitely hype you up short or not :))

As for big man here, he’s gonna pick you up like a mf ragdoll Lol I thought I was funny there

Lord forbid someone ever tease you for your height >:( ”Say it again and I’ll pound you like a boss!” why did i write that

But in a way more scary tone

Your friendship is obviously like the short gremlin and the friendly giant, why would I need to explain? your short and he’s tall incase you didn’t know

Cuddles are a must if you're okay with it (platonic cuddles are a thing)

Just lay on his plastron or disappear under his arm lol

As for the chaos, he probably wouldn’t mind it as long as you're being safe

He would probably join in most of the time but he has oldest sibling syndrome :((

He does his best to keep you from danger please don’t make it too hard for him

Most times I do see him joining in on the chaos if it’s just around the lair

If it’s on patrol don’t expect him to be so careless though he is impulsive at times Raphie worries

As for your aggressiveness, I see him as the type of person to just chill and wait for you to come back when you’re doing your thing like: 🧍‍♀️

Big man is lowkey terrified of you despite the fact he’d be towering over you

I’m not gonna lie, you being kinda harsh at first would kinda put him off

He might shy away from you at first and it’s not you, it’s the demon in your mind telling you what to do 👹 it’s u

Once you warm up to everybody and you properly hang out with him he’ll be a lot more open to being around you

He’ll realize what a cutie you are (platonically) and he won’t fear you as much -if you’re loud he assumes your tough shit like that, i don’t make the rules here

He’ll be confused when he experiences your mood swings and depending on how severe they are he might panic -One second you’re: 💕🤗Then you’re: 🤬🖕

He'll be like 'uhm wtf'

But it’s okay because you’re his best friend and he loves you either way!!

rise! Neon-Leon

He’s not gonna pass up an opportunity to tease you

It's Leo dude

He's using you as an armrest and he's smug about it motherfucker

When he's not teasing you, y'all are chill

Another one to just pick you up because he can

His bitchass love him thinks it's funny when you get mad cuz ur tiny

Should ANYBODY that's not him make fun of your height just remember he has magic swords that make portals

He's going to match your chaotic energy because he's Leonardo

Y’all are gonna get in trouble a lot but he has magic swords and you’re probably awesome too so it’s okay

He'll be an asshole sometimes but you can put him in his place

He’s not gonna shy away from your aggressiveness or your blunt self but he’ll give you some space if he thinks you need it -or anger you even more

He’ll be just a bit taken aback at first from your bluntness but he bounces back quickly with his own retort -what you said wasn't even offensive, he just found the need to defend himself??

He probably provokes you and calls you 'lil gremlin in his own Leo way or sum shit

Despite his ignorant self I feel like Leo is understanding but he chooses to be a little shit about it

He will lowkey give you time to mellow out and then he gets to meet your sweet side -you might've warmed up to him after Mikey

He finds the fact that you speak your mind amusing so he doesn't get offended too easily most times -*dramatic gasp* “wHaT?! DiD?! YoU?! *points aggressively at you* JusT?! sAy! tO! mE?!”

He is going to be your bestie or your worst nightmare and it just depends on the stage of your friendship -jk he’s your friend and if he truly bothers you he would stop

Overall, you guys are just two dumbasses trying to have fun

rise! Othello Von Ryan

Doesn’t really care about how tall or short you are, but does notice your a bit lacking in the height region js a bit pooks

Probably makes you a piece of tech to help with your uhm… lack dare i say i say this as if i'm taller than 5'3"

He might have u run errands for him that might require more stealth getting illegal chemicals for him

He once mistook the top of your head as a table when he was tired not his proudest moment

You’re gonna make a good arm rest for him

Anybody makes fun of your height? There’s a virus in their device and embarrassing photos were somehow sent to that person’s entire contact list -he denies it was ever him but you know better

Your chaoticness worries him his tech's safety, not yours cuh

Probably puts you on a mf leash if you're the impulsive type

He’ll be in his lab and your lil’ gremlin self will just be there yapping away about literally anything and Donnie’s like ‘😐okay’ trying to work with your sudden outbursts where you raise your voice before going back to your normal tone he probably flinches every time you raised your voice

Appreciates you being blunt in a way, he knows if you give him a compliment, you mean it and that means way more than he chooses to admit to himself be careful he's lowkey fragile

Like Raph, he also might be put off with your harshness in the beginning but once you warm up to him, he’ll warm up to you

He’ll see how sweet you become and is ‘unbothered because he’s emotionally unavailable’

He’ll be yapping about his latest project and you’re about to go do something you probably shouldn’t

He doesn’t notice ‘til he stops and asks you a question and you’re sneaking away like: https://www.youtube.com/shorts/S9VDyPlNiz8?feature=share silly motherfucker

Can't keep up with your mood swings all the time so he'll just let you sort it out

He'll probably wait patiently

On the contrary to how he may act towards you, he really does like you

Overall you and Donnie's friendship is fun and he definitely instigates the chaos outside his lab

rise! Magic Mike

We alr know mans is a short king, he’s going to be excited to find somebody ‘round his height

The amount of small places you two will wedge yourself in oml

You two probably created a hangout spot just for the two of you you two were the only ones able to fit

Nobody's making fun of your height

Have you seen this kid?

You two just add onto each other and get into a lot of trouble

A lotta episodes js u an him getting in trouble LMFAO

If you’re taller than him you probably call him small one or sum shit you're not that much taller than him

He only allows it from you

If you're shorter than him roles are reversed

If you’re the same height, you actually aren’t, one of you has to be taller he probably won't accept defeat so goodluck shortie

He bakes and cooks with you

If you can't kitchen for shit you're now the taste tester and you're in charge of helping him reach things on high shelves

Yes you two will use each other to reach things

stand on his shoulders like in the cartoons or he'll stand on yours "Ow! Mikey! My shoulder's about to break!" "One second y/n I almost got it!"

Mikey’s not put off in the slightest by your aggressiveness in the beginning

He probably figured you out and let you open up at your pace

You being blunt honestly makes him laugh, the way you just say what you want

He's your bestie and your his fs fs

He doesn't mind your mood swings and js goes with the flow

I strongly believe he'll just match his mood with yours "omg! i love today!" "same!" 😀 "FUCK THAT!" "same!" 😡

He adores your sweet side and he'll show it

Is another cuddle bug (if you're okay with it)

Your friendship is very wholesome as it is chaotic

You could be doing something dangerous around town while having a meaningful and deep conversation

Overall, you guys match each other's energies and hold a lot of power together don't underestimate short people

#i love my mutuals #sending love ❤️#rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #tmnt #rise of the tmnt #x reader #fem reader #male reader #gn reader #fizzy tried #the start of my writing career??

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everlastingdreams · 2 years

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Isaac Lahey x Reader : Kiss It Better

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Story Summary: Your friend Isaac often teases you, even when you are helping him with a wound he obtained in a typical ‘Isaac’- way. The line between teasing and flirting has begun to blur.

Notes: My silly first fluffy Isaac fic.

Word count of this fic: 1702 words

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The first time you met Isaac, he was quiet. He barely spoke a word to you. The second time you crossed paths, he was a nervous waterfall of words to the point where you grew nervous as well.

The third time he seemed calmer and actually struck up a conversation with you.

The two of you grew closer, and not long after he became one of your closest friends.

It was why he was now seated on a chair in your kitchen with a cut on his forehead. And even in his wounded state he found it the perfect time to flirt with you.

“I can’t believe you are actually flirting with me while I’m cleaning the blood off of your face.” You sighed and shook your head. He always did this, it seemed to be part of his personality to tease you at any given moment. It surprised you at first but then you began to realize that this was just Isaac’s way of… being Isaac.

He had never truly made a move on you. And it would be a lie if you said that you hadn’t silently wished he would have done so. But it seems that it was not Isaac’s intention, he just wanted you as a friend and you were just glad to have him in your life. He was sweet and funny and very caring. The perfect friend.

“Isaac, sit still.” You said for perhaps the hundredth time in those last few minutes.

“But it stings.” He squirmed on the chair as you disinfected the cut.

“Stop being such a baby and sit still !” You said in a firm voice.

“You’re not being a very sweet nurse. Aren’t you supposed to be consoling me or something ?” A hint of humor in his voice.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before being so reckless.” You scolded him and proceed to dab the alcohol on the wound.

“Don’t tell me your weren’t even a little impressed.” Isaac grinned at you, he looked way too pleased with his actions.

Truth be told it was impressive when he had done that back flip from a set of low stairs

“It was impressive. If only you hadn’t hit your head on that low hanging sign when you were acting like you had won the damn lottery afterwards.”

Regular people would have cracked their skull, not ended up with a dented ego and a small cut.

He shrugged his shoulders, his grin wavered for a second before he went back to teasing you “At least now I have a pretty girl playing doctor with me.”

You rolled your eyes at his relentless teasing.

“Well, I’m afraid this is were my medical knowledge stops.” You say after applying a band-aid to his head.

A smile tugged at his lips “There’s one more thing you could try. I’ve heard it is a popular method.”

You quirked a brow at him “What method ?”

“Perhaps a kiss to make it better ? They say it’s quite effective.” His eyes sparkled with mischief.

Heat rose to your cheeks at his boldness “I doubt that. I think you are too old for that.”

“Maybe. But we won’t know that unless we try.” He quickly countered with a hopeful look in his eyes.

You swatted his arm playfully “Stop messing with me.”.

“But it really hurts.” He protested and for a moment he did sound like a whinny little boy.

There was something about the way he looked at you now that made you cave in to his silly request. He could look very adorable if he wanted to.

“Okay, fine.” And then you gave him a quick peck on the bandage on his head “Happy now ?”

He grinned widely, never expecting you to actually do it “I don’t know… it still hurts.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed “Where ? Your head can’t hurt that much, come on.”

He raised a finger to his lips and tapped on them “There.”

For a second you felt like you had forgotten how to breath normally.

You swatted his arm again to hide how flustered you were “Cut it out, Lahey. I’m not kissing you.”

“Why not ? And…you actually just did.” He quipped back, smirk growing wider.

“You know what I meant.” You countered quickly and took some steps away from him as you put the first aid kit back “I am not going to kiss you.”

“Because I am not your type ?” His smile no longer reached his eyes, something you didn’t notice.

You scoffed softly. Isaac was exactly your type. He was the nicest person you knew and on top of that he was ridiculously good looking. The curls, the blue eyes, the toothpaste commercial smile…everything about him felt perfect to you.

You ignored what he had said, believing he just wanted to tease you again.

You could feel him stare at your face for a moment “What ?”

His mouth turned into a lopsided grin “You did well as my nurse. I really do hope you know CPR.”

It was confusing you “Why ?”

All of a sudden he started to gasp for air and you were at his side not a second later.

Panicking, you started to look around for where you had put down your phone to call an ambulance “Isaac ?!? What’s happening ???” just when you found and picked up your phone and started to dial the number, he stopped and grinned back at you “What-”

Isaac showed no remorse for it and flashed a charming smirk “You should really know CPR if you are going to keep taking my breath away.”

You were speechless, he had never been so bold before. This did not feel like just teasing anymore.

After sighing deeply and putting the phone down again, you were able to calm down a bit.

You scoffed louder this time “Isaac, please stop flirting with me. Or teasing me… whatever it is that you’re doing now. I thought you were dying, damnit.”

He averted his eyes to the ground, brushing a hand over his chin “I really am not your type, huh ?”

Now you looked at him, he had sounded almost disappointed when he had said that.

“It doesn’t matter if you were.” You mumbled quickly.

Isaac blinked at your answer “Why’s that ?”

This time you shrugged your shoulders “Because.. we’re friends. We’re just friends.”

His smile was gone when he quietly asked “What if we could be more than that ?”

You thought he was teasing you again “Oh please, your the kind of guy who could easily get a supermodel.”

He actually smiled cheekily at you now “Really ? You really think I could get a supermodel as my girlfriend ?”

You rolled your eyes “You know you could. I’m not going to feed your ego any further, Lahey.”

“So I could get a supermodel, but not the girl I want…” He said quietly, shaking his head.

You hadn’t really heard him “What ?”

He straightened his back on the chair, trying to seem cheerful “Well, maybe I don’t want a supermodel.”

“Oh, really ? What is your type then ?” You quirked a brow at him.

“You are.” He blurted it out and took a deep breath right after, then he awkwardly gestured in your direction “In case you haven’t figured it out yet. Although I literally try to flirt with you all the time.”

“I… I thought you were just always teasing me.” You stammered.

He actually chuckled at that “Well… yeah. Because I like you… a lot.”

“Why would you choose someone like me ?” You were in disbelief. This couldn’t be really happening.

Isaac scoffed, nearly rolling his eyes as he scratched the back of his neck “Y/n. You are the most amazing person I’ve ever met. The first time I met you I couldn’t even say a word because I was so afraid that I would say something stupid. Then I saw you again and I forced myself to just say anything, to just talk to you. I took me three attempts to actually talk to you with coherent sentences. I wanted to know you. And then we actually became friends, which is great. But..”

You were fumbling with your sleeve nervously “But what ?”

Isaac swallowed thickly, he knew he was putting his heart on the line now “You are one of my best friends, I just wish we could be more than that. I… I get it if you don’t see me that way. I mean, I tried flirting with you.. maybe I’m just not your type.”

You looked at him speechless, the oceans of his eyes filled with hope that was growing weaker by the second, the shy smile slowly vanishing from his face.

He averted his eyes from you, and nodded, taking your silence as his answer. He cleared his throat as he stood up from the chair “I uhm… I’m sorry, y/n. I never wanted to mess our friendship up.” Isaac began to step past you towards the exit of your house “I get it… I’ll just… I’ll see you later ?”

You couldn’t believe that he had just confessed his feelings for you, and now he seemed to think that he wasn’t even your type.

He went to walk past you but you stepped in front of him. You quickly cupped his face and brought his lips to yours. He completely stilled for a moment before he responded to the kiss.

After a moment you broke away from him.

“You are my type, Isaac. You always were.” You smiled at him.

“Am I ?” He looked at you as if you had just told him you could turn water into wine.

You nodded in response, his smile grew brighter making his eyes sparkle.

Isaac sighed in relief whilst blurting out “Good, now I don’t have to go around and ask everyone for pick-up lines anymore.”

“What ?” You quirked a brow at him confused.

“Nothing. Never mind.” He quickly said, mentally cursing himself for blurting that out.

Isaac then leaned in, pulling you closer against him as he kissed you again.

#isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey x you #Teen Wolf #Isaac x reader #isaac x you #isaac lahey fic

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derangedthoughtslay · 10 months

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Gojo Satoru x reader Notes : this is my first x reader writing, so if it sucks, you’ve been warned. Also if you think my writing could be improved, give me some tips. Based off of this post

enjoy!

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“We’re still on for tonight right?” you asked your boyfriend as you were fixing dinner.

“What are you talking about?” your boyfriend asked, a confused look on his face. “Our date remember, we haven’t went out in months, you promised you would be able to go,” you said, hoping he hadn’t forgotten again.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, I totally forgot and I already made plans with the guys.” You sighed, “so you can’t cancel them, we haven’t gone out in months, months b/n!!” “I’m really sorry but I can’t cancel, all the guys are going!”

You sighed, but then again you were stupid to actually believe you’d go on the date. He’s been canceling your dates for months, for stupid reasons such as hanging out with his friends.

“Fine, we’ll just go out some other time,” you said disappointed.

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“ok, bye babe, I’ll be back late by the way,” he said quickly as he ran out the door.

You didn’t wanna just sit there and be lonely so you called Satoru to come over.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ As you waited for him, you can’t help but think about how he’s always been so perfect, an amazing sorcerer, flirty, funny, childish, sweet, and so very hot. You know you shouldn’t be doing things like this with him, you have a boyfriend after all. But if you compared the two, Satoru was just so much better on so many levels. And it was kinda exiting to have to sneak around.

As you were caught up in your thoughts, you heard the door open. Knowing it’s him, you get up to go greet him.

“Hey y/n!” he says as he goes in for a hug. While you two are hugging, he teasingly squeezes your butt.

You just giggle, this was normal for you two, for Satoru to do such things when your boyfriend wasn’t looking or wasn’t there.

You and him have kinda always been like this, when you first met he was flirting with you non stop and giving you that cocky grin, as if he was every girl’s dream, which he actually was.

He followed you as you went back to the living room, where you had snacks set up and the tv ready to watch you and Satoru’s favorite movie.

You sat cuddled up to each other on the couch as you started the movie and grabbed the blanket off the edge of the couch.

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by the time your boyfriend got home, Satoru had already left.

That night all you could think about was him, yea it was kinda wrong to flirt and let him smack your ass because you had a boyfriend, but you’d kinda fallen for him.

It’s not like you’ve kissed him on the lips or anything, but I mean it was kinda thrilling. To have to be sneaky about everything because you both knew it was wrong.

But your boyfriend wasn’t the best, always bailing on your dates, barely hanging out with you anymore. So it wasn’t really that wrong, and how could you tell him your in love with someone else? You two have been together for two years, it would crush his heart. You thought as you drifted to sleep.

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when you woke up, you saw your boyfriend wasn’t in bed, he was probably in the kitchen making himself some breakfast.

You got up to head to the kitchen, but all you found was a note on the table saying he went out for the day.

Sighing, you picked up your phone to text Satoru he could come over.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Once Satoru was here you two decided to go out and do something.

Satoru suggested going to eat out at a cafe, which you agreed to.

Once you two reached the cafe, you ordered your drinks and sat down. You two just began talking about random stuff, when one thing led to another you two were on the topic of you and him.

Just talking about how it all felt like such a thrill, when he stopped and just looked at you. “What?” you asked as he stared at you. “Nothing, it’s just your looking extra beautiful right now,” he said as you blushed at his comment. You just admired him, his perfect features, his beautiful blue eyes, his hair, his lips. You leaned in and so did he. When your lips touched you could feel your stomach flutter.

This felt amazing, nothing like you’ve ever felt with your boyfriend now. You pulled away after a few seconds. You could feel the heat in your cheeks.

You two were done with your drinks, so you headed home, while you were walking back he playfully smacked your ass. You just rolled your eyes at this, typical.

You couldn’t wait till you got back home.

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#gojo jjk #satoru gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu gojo #gojou satoru x you

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lumiolivier · 2 months

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So is the Life of a Pirate (4/?)

Series: One Piece

Chapter: 4/?

Word Count: 3326

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Sanji x OC (Reader)

A dalliance six years ago has a funny way of catching up to Sanji when the Straw Hats stop to restock the ship.

a/n: Hi. I'm sitting through a torrential thunderstorm. I'm not sure when I'll be able to post again, but here we are as I live through the curse of an Ao3 writer. Anyway, have a new chapter.

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The next morning, Cordelia woke up in her bed, desperately hoping that wasn’t a dream. She wanted nothing more than to still have Sanji underneath her. But alas, he was gone. And it made her heart hurt. It’s probably for the best. The last thing we need is for Sanji to come out of my room and for Ash to start asking questions. I mean, I know I’ve gushed enough about the man for Ash to start putting the pieces together that there was once something between us, but…But then, a sweet, yet earthy smell caught Cordelia’s nose. She pried herself out of bed and shuffled her feet into the kitchen.

“Good morning, Mama!” Ash stood on a chair next to the kitchen counter, his arms covered in flour up to his elbows.

“Good morning,” Cordelia looked over at the sink. And of course, Sanji never left, “What’s going on in here?”

“Ash woke up about an hour ago,” Sanji told her, “And I was just coming in from a smoke, so he asked me for apple juice. And I thought it’d be nice if we made breakfast for Mama. He said cinnamon rolls. And far be it for me to tell him no. Actually, Ash, check the pans. See if the second rising helped.”

“Ok,” Ash got down from his chair and peeked under the bread towels. Sure enough, they rose, “Sanji, they’re huge!”

“That’s the plan,” Sanji felt the inside of the oven, “And it’s definitely hot enough for them to bake. What do you think? Say…Twenty? Twenty-five minutes?”

“I think twenty-five,” Ash decided, “Just to make sure they’re done.”

“Hold on,” Sanji stopped him, “Because we don’t want to over bake them.”

“You mean, burn them?”

“No,” Sanji shook his head, “Over bake them. Because if you bake them too long, they’ll get tough and no one wants that.”

“So,” Ash thought, “Start at twenty and check in on them?”

“That’s right,” Sanji approved, “But they’re missing something. What are they missing?”

“Um…” Ash looked them over. It took him a second before making his declaration, “Heavy cream!”

“That’s right!” Sanji handed off the carton, “Be careful. And just a splash on each one, ok?”

“I got it,” Ash’s hands were a touch shaky, but he got the hang of it. And because he knew better than to put them in the oven himself, he handed each pan off to Sanji once they were ready.

“Nicely done, Ash,” Sanji praised, “You and I have successfully made breakfast. And now, we just need to wait.”

“Aww…”

“What’s the matter?” Sanji got down to his level, “You didn’t think they were just going to be ready when they’re raw, did you? It’s not going to be very long.”

“Ok,” Ash pulled his chair back to the table and looked over at Cordelia, “Mama, why are you crying?”

“No reason, baby,” Cordelia wiped her cheeks, “I’m fine. Nothing you need to worry about. Sanji. Outside. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sanji nodded, “Ash, let me know when the timer goes off, ok?”

“Ok,” Ash sat on the floor in front of the oven, patiently waiting.

All while Sanji went outside with Cordelia. He felt around his pockets for his cigarette case and his lighter, “Did you need some-”

Cordelia grabbed Sanji’s face and pulled him in for the most incredible, deep kiss the two had ever had. Right on the front porch in front of any neighbors who dared to look their way. Never in her life did she see someone so sweet with her son. Let alone his own father. When Cordelia saw Nami in the marketplace barely twenty-four hours prior, she never thought it’d be like this. She swore up and down that it would’ve ended in disaster. That the Straw Hat Pirates wouldn’t have even thought to stay another day after their restock, let alone be at her kitchen table. Or for her to be blessed the next morning, not only with Sanji’s baking, but with Ash at his side.

“Good morning to you, too, sweetheart,” Sanji smiled, “What was that all about?”

“And you were all worried about being a good dad,” Cordelia melted into Sanji’s arms.

“Hold on,” Sanji thought back, “I never told you about that.”

“I’m pretty sure you did,” Cordelia jumped on that same train. Although, she was coming up short, too.

“No,” Sanji shook his head, “I didn’t. I did get drunk with fucking Mosshead one night and tell him that in confidence. I’m going to kill him, Cordelia. I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“No, you’re not,” Cordelia stopped him, “Because you don’t have to worry about that anymore, Sanji. I saw you two in there. No man I’ve ever brought home has treated Ash like that.”

“They also weren’t his dad,” Sanji pointed out. Although, Cordelia’s words made him freeze up, “Cordelia, how many men have you brought into this house?”

“Just one,” Cordelia assured him, “Well…I can up that count to…Let’s see…You, Luffy, Usopp, Zoro, and my ex-fiancé.”

“Your what?” he gasped, “You were engaged?”

“I was pregnant and scared,” Cordelia shrugged, “I didn’t know how to get a hold of you, so I started seeing someone. And we got engaged because I told him I was pregnant. He thought it was his, but we all know better. And he left me shortly after that. And it’s been Ash and me ever since.”

“You know,” Sanji lit his cigarette and put an arm around Cordelia, “I would’ve come back for you. You know that, right?”

“Of course, I do,” Cordelia cuddled into his ribs, “Because you already did.” You just didn’t realize it. Remind me to kiss Nami next time I see her.”

“Excuse me?” Sanji’s heart skipped a beat.

“She’s the one that brought you guys here,” Cordelia explained, “She’s the one I found in the marketplace. If it weren’t for Nami, who knows if we would’ve ever met up again.”

“I’m glad we did,” Sanji blew out his smoke and kissed the top of Cordelia’s head, “Damn glad we did.”

“Me, too,” Cordelia smiled.

“Sanji!” Ash called out, “The timer went off!”

“I got it,” Cordelia gave him one last kiss.

“Thank you,” Sanji let her go. Only to stop her in his next breath, “Hey, Cordelia?”

“What?” Cordelia cranked her neck back.

“Do…” Sanji dropped it, “Never mind. Go before they burn.”

“Ok,” Cordelia ran back into the house while Sanji stayed and finished his cigarette.

Do you think he’ll ever call me Dad…? While Cordelia helped Ash inside, a very exhausted, very hungover man dragged himself up the stairs. And Sanji couldn’t wipe the smirk off his face, “Not feeling well this morning, Mosshead?”

“Fuck. You.” Zoro trudged inside, “Cordelia…?”

“Good morning, Zoro,” Cordelia chimed. But then, she noticed the state he was in, “Oh, Zoro, honey…One, way to destroy the sweet, domestic moment. And two, what happened to you?”

“Ask Nora,” Zoro grumbled, throwing himself on Cordelia’s couch.

“And shore leave claims another,” Sanji came back inside, “Well…I’d blame it on shore leave if this also wasn’t you when we were out at sea, too.”

“Again,” Zoro growled, glaring a hole through Sanji, “Fuck. You. Curly brow.”

“Love you, too,” Sanji looked over at the pans on the counter. And the big, beautiful cinnamon rolls fresh out of the oven, “Do I need to feed you or are you just here to crash on Cordelia’s couch? And hopefully use her shower?”

“Shower might not be a bad idea,” Zoro thought, “I’m not going to put her out.”

“Please,” Cordelia insisted, “Put me out.”

“See?” Sanji gave him a nudge, “You’re not putting her out.”

“Either you go,” Cordelia dropped the ultimatum, “Or I’m taking you out in the backyard and spraying you down with my garden hose.”

“Fine,” Zoro mumbled into the arm of the couch, “I’ll go.”

“You want some breakfast?” Cordelia offered, “Ash and Sanji make cinnamon rolls.”

“God, yes,” Zoro hiccupped a bit, hoping he wouldn’t throw up.

“Ash?” Sanji asked, “Do you remember how I told you to make the glaze for those?”

“Powdered sugar and milk?” Ash assumed.

“Powdered sugar and milk,” Sanji repeated, “Go on. Go make some. Because someone decided to spend a little too much time at the tavern last night.”

“Like Mama does?”

“No,” Sanji shook his head, “Not like Mama does. In the way the people who keep Mama at the tavern do.”

“Speaking of Mama being at the tavern,” Cordelia looked over at the clock and knew what she needed to do, “I have to go to the tavern and talk to Nora. Can I trust you three alone for a while?”

“I’m sure we can handle it,” Sanji promised, “Go ahead, Cordelia. We got it.”

“Thank you,” Cordelia, without thinking about it, stood on her toes and snuck a quick kiss on Sanji’s cheek, “Play nice. Both of you.”

“No promises,” Zoro shut his eyes.

“I’ll do my best,” Sanji swore, “But I’m not going to say my best is going to be up to your caliber.”

“Sanji…”

“Fine, fine,” Sanji dropped it, “Go.”

Cordelia took a quick shower and got dressed before kissing the baby goodbye. But Cordelia was no animal. She had a batch of cinnamon rolls on her kitchen counter. She wrapped one up and threw it in her bag. Cordelia ran off to the tavern where Nora was just about to flip the open sign for the day. Granted, she wasn’t going to start serving alcohol until at least noon, but that didn’t mean the tavern wasn’t a community hub.

“Morning, Cordelia,” Nora ushered her in, “Please tell me you’re working today. I can feel it in my bones we’re going to be swamped.”

“I have a trip to prepare for, Nora,” Cordelia reminded her, “I didn’t think I was supposed to work today.”

“Please, Cordelia,” Nora begged, “I’ve already set up your trainee and she’s not supposed to be in until tomorrow. I don’t want to throw her into fire on her first day. Please? I will pay you double if I have to. Just don’t make me have to work this alone.”

In that moment, Cordelia had an idea. A wonderful idea. Or possibly a horrible idea, but she knew what she could do, “Alright, Nora. On one condition.”

“Anything, honey. Name it.”

“If you sit down,” Cordelia brought Nora to the other side of the bar and dug her present out of her bag, “And eat something before you spiral yourself into passing out. We don’t need that.”

“Where did you get something like this?” Nora gasped, appreciating the beautiful pastry in front of her.

“My kitchen,” Cordelia threw her apron on and left her bag under the bar, “That’s what I woke up to this morning.”

“Lucky you,” Nora ripped off a piece and started eating. And her eyes lit up, “Cordelia, seriously, where did you get these?”

“I’m serious, Nora,” Cordelia swore, “I got those out of my kitchen this morning. When I woke up, Ash was half covered in flour and Sanji was putting those in the oven.”

“Get him,” Nora demanded, “Get him right now. Go back to your house. Go get Sanji. Drag his ass here.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Cordelia worried, “People are already starting to file in.”

“All the more reason to have him here,” Nora insisted, “Go. We’re going to need all the help we can get and I want that boy in my kitchen. Hurry up.”

“Ok,” Cordelia wasn’t going to question it. She kicked her shoes off and ran as fast as her feet would take her. And when she got back home, she was lucky she could still breathe.

“Cordelia,” Sanji caught her before she could fall to the floor, “What’s wrong? What happened? Look at me, sweetheart.”

“I’m alright,” Cordelia struggled to catch her breath, but she got there, “I need your help, Sanji. No one else can do this for me.”

“What is it?” Sanji asked anxiously, “What’s going on?”

“Nora…” Cordelia blinked the blurriness out of her vision. How hard did I just push myself? A little too much, but it’s worth it. I hope, “She wants to know if you can come work for her for the day.”

“Seriously?” Sanji looked at her strangely, “That’s it?”

“Yeah,” Cordelia nodded, “Ash, come on. Zoro’s in no shape to watch you. I’m sure Nami’s got her hands full with Luffy and Usopp, so I don’t want to have to ask her to watch you. You’re coming to the tavern, too.”

“Ok,” Ash ran back into his bedroom.

“Hey,” Sanji picked Cordelia’s chin up, “I’ll get Ash taken care of. I’ll be at the tavern as soon as I can. Go back to work. Ok?”

“Ok,” Cordelia let out a heavy sigh of relief, “Thank you, Sanji.”

“You’re very welcome,” Sanji slipped Cordelia a quick kiss, “I love you.”

“And you’re saving my ass,” Cordelia wrapped herself around Sanji’s waist, “I love you, too.”

“When you two are done being gross,” Zoro mumbled into the arm of the couch, “Some of us are still trying to sleep.”

“And I’m sure someone else owes Nora some kind of apology,” Cordelia kissed the top of Zoro’s aching, throbbing head, “But instead, he’s trying to pass out on my couch.”

“And not succeeding because someone won’t leave me alone.”

“Oh, Zoro,” Cordelia awed, “I missed you. But I need to get back to work.”

“See you soon,” Sanji grabbed the door for her and just as she did when she got there, Cordelia ran back to the tavern.

When she got there, the amount of people doubled. And as comfortable as Nora was at the bar, she had to get back to work, too. And lucky for Cordelia, there were a few new, yet familiar faces sitting in a booth by the window. But despite wanting to see her friends, she still had a paycheck to earn.

“Alright, Nora,” Cordelia hopped back behind the bar, “I got him. He’s getting Ash ready and he said he’d be here soon.”

“It’s nice having an extra pair of hands with the baby, isn’t it, Cordelia?” Nora smirked, well aware there was something going on.

“He’s his dad,” Cordelia shrugged, “Who am I to say no?”

“His mom.”

“Fair point,” she let it slide, “But we can talk about that later. Right now, we have a tavern to run.”

“And I got a table of miscreant pirates by the window,” Nora pointed out, “If you want to be so kind and take care of them.”

“Why?” Cordelia giggled, grabbing some menus from under the bar, “Because the only one who can take care of the big, scary, miscreant pirates is another big, scary, miscreant pirate? A former one anyway.”

“That’s the spirit!” Nora sent her off, “Go on. Go make me proud.”

“When don’t I, Nora?” Cordelia walked up to the table of those alleged miscreant pirates, “Hi, guys!”

“Hi, Cordelia!” Luffy smiled, gladly taking a menu. Skimming it was merely a formality. Cordelia already knew what he wanted, “I thought you weren’t supposed to be working today.”

“And I thought you were supposed to be keeping an eye on Zoro last night,” Cordelia retaliated, “You were supposed to be his impulse control and to keep him from getting completely wasted.”

“He seemed fine last night,” Usopp shrugged, “I didn’t see anything wrong with him.”

“Oh, yeah?” Cordelia looked over at Usopp, “And how many did you have last night, Usopp?”

“Hey,” Usopp backed off, “Even I know better than to try and keep up with Zoro. His tolerance is inhuman. I’m not touching that. I’d prefer to live.”

“Which explains why neither one of you are in the same state as him,” Cordelia assumed, “Because I have Zoro currently passed out on my couch and wildly hungover. And ruining my sweet moment of domesticity.”

“What moment of domesticity would that be, Cordelia?” Nami let out a sarcastic little gasp, “What happened after I left last night?”

“I thought it was weird we didn’t wake up to breakfast cooking,” Luffy noticed, “That’s usually a Sanji thing, right?”

“I don’t think Sanji came back to the ship last night, Luffy,” Nami smirked, “Care to share with the class, Cordelia?”

Ding, ding!

“Hi, Mama!” Ash attacked Cordelia’s leg.

“Hi, baby,” Cordelia scooped him up and put him on her hip, “Alright, so, should I just bring you one of everything, Luffy?”

“Yes, please,” Luffy beamed, “Hi, Ash!”

“Hi, Luffy!” Ash wiggled his way down Cordelia’s body and back to the floor. Only to squeeze in next to Usopp, “Hi, guys!”

“Hi, Ash,” Nami melted a little inside.

“Hey, Ash!” Usopp chirped, “What are you doing here?”

“Mama has to work,” Ash explained, “And Zoro’s in no shape to watch me. And Sanji’s working here today, too, so I get to hang out with you guys!”

“Wait a second, Asher,” Cordelia slowed him down, “I never said you were-”

“There’s no harm in it, Cordelia,” Luffy promised, “It’s fine with us if it’s fine with you. We can keep an eye on Ash today.”

“Really?” Cordelia gasped, “I mean, you don’t have to, Luffy.”

“I know we don’t have to,” Luffy assured her, “But we get to. That’s not a problem. If you need us, you need us.”

“Nami?” Cordelia looked over to her, “This rests on your shoulders more than the others. Since you got the other two babies to look after.”

“We can look after ourselves, too, Cordelia,” Usopp clutched his chest, “I can’t believe you’d think-”

“I pulled a splinter out of your finger the other day and you cried like a baby,” Nami reminded him, “Would you care to rethink that?”

“I…” Usopp kept his mouth shut.

“Thought so,” Nami dropped it, “It’s Ash, Cordelia. He’d be the least of my worries. It’s fine with me.”

“Yay!” Ash wiggled in his seat, “Can I have breakfast, too, Mama?”

“You just had breakfast,” Cordelia shook him off, “I’ll bring you apple juice, though.”

“Thank you!”

“I got everyone else, too,” Cordelia wrote down their order, “And I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Thanks, Cordelia!” Luffy waved her off.

Yeah. You’re not the one that has to bring this order back to the kitchen. Fortunately, the guy we got back there is used to feeding you in the first place. Cordelia pushed through the kitchen doors and handed off the order, “Guess who just walked in?”

“Hmm…” Sanji read over the receipt and smiled a bit, “One of everything, huh? Could this just be for one person?”

“That obvious?” she giggled to herself, “You want some help?”

“No,” Sanji shot her down, “But thank you. I want complete and total solitude. You and Nora can run the front of the house. I’ll take care of everything back here.”

“You sure?” Cordelia cringed, “Sanji, that’s a lot to take on by yourself.”

“Oh, how quickly you forget,” Sanji grinned, “I’ve been needing a challenge anyway. And Luffy’s appetite will always be a challenge. Trust me, Cordelia. I have everything covered here.”

“And?” Cordelia added, “You do realize we have other customers, too, right?”

“I know,” he nodded, “But again, even on nights when the Baratie was slammed, I could still manage it by myself.”

“But you weren’t by yourself,” Cordelia reminded him, “You had a whole kitchen staff.”

“Cordelia,” Sanji took her face between his hands and gently kissed her forehead, “I know you’re worried about me. But you don’t need to. I have everything under control back here. Like I said before, you and Nora can take the front of the house. Let me cook.”

“Alright,” Cordelia didn’t have to like it, but she would respect it. She knew what Sanji was capable of. So, instead of pestering him about it, she went right back to the front where she belonged.

#one piece #one piece fan fiction #one piece x reader #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji x y/n #accidental pregnancy #so is the life of a pirate #one piece brainrot

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emchovy · 3 months

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Learned about the release of this book real late, (as in, this February, when I decided that I wanted to show my roommate Epithet for the first time) but thankfully that was just in time to preorder a copy of the hardcover release, which finally came.

Or well, it came yesterday, and I'm finished reading it now. It was AMAZING.

The writing style is pretty different from the stuff I normally read, but once I got in the groove, I felt like I didn't need the audiobook (which I'm definitely gonna get eventually) because I could basically hear all the characters in my head. Also, spoilers for the rest of my review. Pick up a copy. You won't regret it.

I say review. This is disconnected rambling. Also, seriously, spoilers for the whole book delivered in a random out-of-context way.

This book is definitely Molly's story more than anything, and beyond that it's a story between Molly and her sister Lorelei. Two kids with epithets, and opposite personalities. There's a really masterful job here of balancing realistic family drama with the fun, villain vs. hero hijinks.

I love a pathetic loser, and so I was immediately taken by Rick Shades, and his quest for friends, to the point I was getting bummed out when he kept getting rebuffed lololol. However, it was all earned in the end. The scene with him and Molly was <3. Also, I am glad he's gonna get a job. Of some sort.

Naven meeting Molly in the street and just agreeing to give her speech training is an incredibly cute concept.

I liked the Neo Trio a lot, but they're surprisingly not the new faves I expected them to be, though I did laugh pretty much every time at the running joke with Feenie and money.

Actually, my favorite new character was probably Lorelei. We love a girl who's making every wrong decision and also just doesn't leave the house anymore and wonders what's wrong. Also, the Martin + Lorelei relationship was also pretty intriguing. He's more supportive of Lorelei, she's got more of his traits, but Lorelei needs someone who'll help her manage better. Martin's vague support of her 'playing', as Molly puts it, is doing more harm than good. I wasn't exactly sure how to take the fact that Martin constructs Lorelei's ideas in the real world, also. Is he plagiarizing? I wouldn't read it that way, but he's also not collaborating with Lorelei, so they could build something together. A relationship that could go either collaborative or parasitic, depending.

Also, I want Lorelei to get better (and I fully believe she will) but I really liked the end. She needs some time in the real world right now, to grapple with her actions. Neven's gentle support was good. Her and Molly need time apart, so that they can be able to be together again.

Gio and Molly remain duo of all time. Every interaction they have is cute and/or funny. Two characters I could probably enjoy watching/reading about doing basically any boring task you can think of and enjoy. Painting a fence, doing laundry, vacuuming, whatever.

Giovanni's complete blindness to romance was so fuckin' funny in this book. Him and Lorelei and him and Crusher were also distinctly different levels of complete obliviousness.

Also, Crusher and Molly, right at the end <3!! Pulling out the stool for her, her getting reassured by the fact she was nervous. Augh. So sweet. I've reread that scene like 4 times. I do hope we get Molly hanging out with more of The Boys. Crusher's coming across like a pretty gentle sweetie, but I'm very curious about how she'll integrate into the larger group.

All of that to say! Good book!! Would recommend! I'm extremely excited for Sweet Escape.

#em reads #epithet erased #GOOD STUFF!

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Could you do a romantic yandere Rick for a S/O who is like deeply connected to Jerry (like his sister or childhood best friend)?

You just made this man short circuit for just a moment. No specific Rick implied.

Yandere! Rick Sanchez with Jerry's Friend! Darling

Short Concept/Reaction

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Invasive behavior, Implied age gap as you are around Jerry's age, Implied attempts at isolation.

When he first meets you, through Jerry of all people, he wonders how you can stick around such a guy.

Then again, he isn't sure how Beth keeps coming back to him either....

"There's no way... how'd you guys meet!?"

"Childhood friends... he was actually quite sweet when we were younger."

"Dude... he's a hopeless man-"

"Well, I never said he wasn't-"

"Hey-!"

"It's true, Jerry. I'm not denying it."

Rick is in astonishment at the fact you defend him yet tease him.

What surprises him even more is when you also appear to be friends with Beth.

"You know (Y/N), Beth?"

"Yeah? (Y/N) helped me and Jerry get to know each other better."

"Great... (Y/N) started your relationship?"

"No...? (Y/N) did encourage him, though."

"Ughhhh-"

At first, Rick doesn't care much for you.

You're more around Beth and Jerry anyways.

Although, over time, he does ask Beth a ton about you.

If he has to stoop low enough to ask Jerry... he might as well.

He wants to know more about you.

When'd you meet Beth and Jerry, for example.

How come he's never heard of you?

The obvious reason is he never asked Jerry.

Jerry may get confused why Rick keeps asking about you.

"Rick... you seem strangely interested in (Y/N) lately-"

"None of your business, Jerry."

"You're not planning anything weird, right?"

"No-"

He'd obsess over you like normal, but he'd constantly be reminded of the fact you're friends with Jerry-

He's a bit conflicted about that.

Though he does find it funny you defend Jerry when Rick is talking badly about him, before slightly agreeing later.

At least you're aware he's a pathetic man....

You are in no way pathetic, however.

He's surprised, you are actually very sweet.

Beth agrees, too.

She doesn't like what Rick's planning, though....

She sees how Rick looks at you.

It's strange.

A bit too longing if you ask her.

She trusts him, yet she just hopes he'll cut out this new behavior soon.

He won't, unfortunately.

Rick is determined to slowly make you step away from Jerry.

You should keep your attention on him, not a man like Jerry.

You understand where he comes from, right?

You'd ditch Jerry for Rick, won't you?

"Come on, baby... you need to hang around someone more exciting than... Jerry-"

#yandere rick and morty #yandere rick sanchez

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bornonthesavage · 1 year

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Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In Part 9

Part 8 AO3

That week at school, Steve was glad that things seemed relatively normal. Saturday had been great, a total success in his books, even if it had taken a slight detour into a territory he hadn’t planned to explore. The truth was, if he hadn’t been high, he probably wouldn’t have offered to jack Eddie off. It wasn’t that he had a problem with it. It was just… Their friendship was so new, and he still didn’t really know where Eddie’s boundaries were. Because sure, he and Tommy had done it plenty, but that was different. They’d known each other for years.

There had been a pretty big chance that it could have blown up right in his face. It was just that when Eddie had mentioned being a virgin, a fact Steve still couldn’t fully believe, his stoned brain hadn’t been able to stop thinking about how sad it was that nobody had ever touched Eddie before. Eddie was so sweet and funny, he deserved to feel good. Even if that was just with the help of a friend. And Steve wasn’t going to lie, it had felt pretty damn amazing for him as well.

He'd received plenty of hand jobs from girls, and a few from Tommy, but it had felt way different with Eddie. His hands had been a little rough with callouses, probably from playing the guitar, and the rings had added a sensation he’d never felt before. It had been rough and firm and a little erratic. To be honest, Steve hadn’t really been able to stop thinking about it. But he wasn’t going to bring it up again, not unless Eddie did. He didn’t want his new friend to think he was using him.

All week at school, Steve had looked for any sign that Eddie was uncomfortable. But he seemed fine. Maybe Steve caught him staring a little more, but that was just what Eddie did. He stared and smiled and flirted with everyone. It was just who he was.

“So, my advice worked?” Dustin asked on Thursday afternoon, after Steve had picked him up from the arcade.

Steve grinned. “Yeah, it did! I actually think I’m killing it with this whole friendship thing. Eddie seemed to have fun on Saturday.”

Dustin hummed as he ripped open a pack of Red Vines. “What did you guys do?”

“Oh, you know, just normal friend stuff. We watched some movies, ordered in pizza, had a few beers.” He obviously left out the other, less appropriate, things.

“Ok, cool, so you’ve initiated phase two. Now for phase three.”

Steve scrunched up his nose. “Wait, there are phases? Since when?”

Dustin rolled his eyes. “Since now. Keep up Steve. Phase one was you hanging out with him and his other friends. Phase two was you two hanging out on your own at your house. Now you two need to go out somewhere to complete the bonding.”

“Jesus, dude, I don’t think it’s that serious. Besides, we are going out this Saturday. We’re going to the drive-in.”

Dustin hummed again.

Steve narrowed his eyes, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye. “What was that? Why are you humming? Are you judging my plan?”

“No, no, not judging,” he said, holding up his hands. “It’s just, is that all you two are going to do? Watch movies? That doesn’t seem very conductive to getting closer as friends. You guys have to like, talk and shit, if you want to really bond.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Steve muttered. “But we already made these plans. I can’t just change them now.”

“Well yeah, don’t change your plans. Just, think about next time. Do something with him that’s a little more… interactive. Something you would both like.”

Steve huffed. He’d been trying to think of other places to go, but so far he’d been coming up with a blank. Most girls he took out were perfectly happy with dinner and a movie. But it made sense, if he was trying to take this deeper than surface level.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll come up with something.”

He dropped Dustin off at home, waving at Claudia through the passenger window, before heading home. The house was dark when he pulled into the driveway, as per usual. There was nobody waiting at home for him. He hoped Dustin appreciated how lucky he was to have a mom like Claudia.

Once inside, he climbed the stairs with heavy feet. It was only a little after eight thirty, but he’d had a long day. He’d begun going on runs each morning before school, waking up at five thirty to jog a mile and a half around the neighborhood. Part of it was because he figured if he was going to wake up that early, he may as well do something with his time. More often than not, he was awoken by nightmares that left him screaming. The demo-dogs, chasing him and the kids through the tunnels, were a popular horror show his brain seemed to enjoy replaying. Only in his nightmares, there was never an escape. Just endless grey caverns and the snarls of monster behind them. So, yeah, the running helped.

He ripped off his shirt as soon as he got to his room and dropped onto his bed, wiggling out of his jeans as he got comfortable. The room was cool, edging just a little into cold, so he pulled the comforter up and wrapped it around his shoulders. Sleep came quickly.

The first thing Steve became aware of was that he was in a bed. It didn’t appear to be his bed, though, as he looked around the room. But that wasn’t important. What was important was that there was a hand on his chest, slowly tracing a path down to his stomach. A warm mouth pressed a kiss to his hip, making Steve jerk. Ah, so that’s what was happening. He slid his own hand down to run his fingers through a mop of brown curls.

“That feels nice, baby,” Steve murmured.

The other person hummed; the sound deeper than Steve had expected. They looked up to meet Steve’s eye, and a jolt of something raced through him. It wasn’t a girl at all. It was Eddie. Eddie, who smirked up at him as he sunk his teeth into the flesh of Steve’s thigh, making him gasp.

In the back of Steve’s mind, he knew he should be freaking out about this. That this wasn’t something he normally did. But all he was able to feel in that moment was unbelievably horny. So what if he’d never done this before? This just felt right. And hey, Eddie wasn’t freaking out. Steve might as well go along with it.

“Eddie,” he said, hist voice coming out raspy. “That feels good.”

Eddie grinned, showing off his dimples. Cute, his mind supplied. “That’s how it’s supposed to feel, Stevie. Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

He might have been embarrassed by the sound he let out at that if he wasn’t already so turned on. “Yeah, Eds, I’ll be so good. I promise. Just, please, touch me.”

“I am touching you.”

Steve whined. “More. I want more.”

“Mm, so needy. Someone might think you were the virgin here.”

Ah, that’s right. Eddie was a virgin. Steve should be doing more, something to make this a good first experience for Eddie. But he didn’t seem capable of moving any more than the slow writhing he was currently doing.

“Eddie, come-come up here. Please, let me see you.”

The other boy ignored his pleading, instead continuing his press slow kisses onto Steve’s stomach and legs.

“No, Eddie, please. Come here. Please, please let me—

“Kiss you.”

Steve awoke to his own voice, needy even in sleep. It took a moment for the heavy fog of sleep to ease from his brain, for him to realize that he’d been dreaming. It took another few seconds for the confusion and embarrassment to settle in. He’d just had a sex dream about Eddie. He had wanted to kiss Eddie. The ghost sensation of Eddie’s lips on his skin, of his large hand on his chest, made warmth flood Steve’s face. Huh.

It wasn’t like he’d never had a sex dream about a friend before. It was pretty normal, actually. Hell, he’d even had one about Jonathan once. But usually, they were vague. In his dreams, he had never begged another man to kiss him. Never felt a burning need to make it good for them, to show them that he could make it good.

Maybe it was because he knew now that Eddie was a virgin. Maybe it, like, engaged the protective part of his brain. Now, his psyche was trying to tell him that because he cared about Eddie, he wanted his first time to be good. It made sense, he supposed. He’d always been a little bit vain. Who better to show Eddie a good time than himself? Which, yeah, that was something he was never going to admit out loud. Hand jobs were one thing. But sex with another guy? Yeah, that wasn’t something he’d ever thought about before. He couldn’t let Eddie know. He would totally freak out and never want to hang out with him again. So, right. No making this weird. He could do that. He could be so normal.

Eddie stared into the endless swirling vortex that was his cereal and contemplated how he’d gotten to this point in his life. He might not be a genius, but for the most part he considered himself to be a pretty savvy and intelligent person. Apparently not, seeing as he was allowing a goddamn straight boy to ruin his life. It was fucking embarrassing.

All week, he’d had to pretend like everything was super chill and normal. Meanwhile, in his brain, he’d been slowly spiraling into a chaotic mess. Because Steve was just so chill. On Monday, he’d waltzed right up to Eddie like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. And hell, maybe for Steve, nothing had. Because apparently, Steve got off with all his buddies! And now, somehow someway, that included Eddie. As if Steve hadn’t been the first boy to ever touch him like that.

And the worst thing? Eddie could not. Stop. Thinking about it. Every night he laid in bed and remembered the way Steve’s hand had felt wrapped around his cock, the way he’d stroked so confidently. The way he’d looked, with his mouth partially open and those big pretty eyes half hooded with what looked like desire. But fuck, maybe that was just Steve’s ‘getting off’ face. It was absolutely maddening. And Eddie shouldn’t want it to happen again. He should tell Steve that he wasn’t interested in doing those things with him. You know, like a liar.

But that was probably the right thing to do. Because clearly, he wasn’t capable of doing things in half measures. Maybe if he wasn’t a needy, clingy, pathetic mess, he could allow himself to have something like this. For some people, this was probably the best of both worlds! He could be friends with Steve, hang-out and have a good time, and then get off whenever he wanted. But Eddie knew himself. He was going to want more. He always wanted more. And with Steve, that was goddamn inevitable.

And yet, like the fool that he was, Eddie knew he wouldn’t say no if Steve offered again. No, if Steve looked at him with those big pretty eyes, he would fold like a fucking lawn chair. Because, and he could not iterate this enough, he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Shit, he’d already had two wet dreams, with Steve as the main star, in the last week alone. So, yeah. Basically he was screwed.

“Fuck!” he screamed, his voice echoing around the small space of the trailer’s kitchen.

Wayne jolted from where he’d been reclined in front of the tv, a hand flying to his chest. What a drama queen. “Jesus Christ, boy! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “If I haven’t given you one yet, I think you’ll be okay.”

“I swear to god,” Wayne mumbled, shaking his head. “You’ve taken a full decade off my life expectancy.”

“Oh please, you know I keep you young.”

Wayne huffed, finally seeming to calm down. “What are you shouting about anyways?”

At the reminder, Eddie dropped his face onto the table with a heavy thunk. “Steve Harrington.”

“Harrington?” Wayne asked, his tone turning concerned. “Is he bothering you? I know his daddy is a real piece of work, so I can’t imagine the boy’s much better.”

Eddie let out a high pitched laugh and dragged his face off the table. “You’d think so, right? I know I sure did! But no, Steve just so happens to be an absolute sweetheart of a person! Like, he’s actually nice. And he babysits a bunch of middle school nerds! For free! And he compliments my band and sits with me at lunch and gives me rides. He’s nearly fucking perfect!”

Wayne furrowed his brow. “And that’s… a bad thing?”

“It’s a terrible thing!” Eddie shouted, leaping from his chair. By now, his cereal had gone soft and mushy, so he carried the bowl over to the sink. “Because now I have this stupid crush on this stupid straight boy. Although, trust me, I have some doubts about that, because let’s just say some of his activities are decidedly more on the homosexual side. But what am I supposed to do about that, huh? I can’t just go up to him and be like ‘Hey Steve, have you maybe considered that you might actually like dick? Hmm?’.”

Eddie walked to the sofa and dropped onto it without stopping his rant. “And even if he was a little bit queer, who’s to say he would like me? Because if his type is anywhere in the ballpark of Nancy Wheeler, then there’s no chance at all that he would ever like me. I’m literally her opposite! Steve would probably be into someone like, I don’t know, Jason Carver. Which, ew, god, I can’t believe I even said that. But still! The point stands! So now, I just have to live with my pathic, hopeless crush until I die.”

He ended by flopping an arm over his face. For several seconds, Wayne said nothing. This was pretty normal, for one of Eddie’s tirades. Mostly he didn’t need a response, just a captive audience for him share the many woes that made up his life. But eventually, Wayne hummed.

“Sounds like you’ve gotta decide whether you’ll be happier with him in your life as just your friend and nothing else, or without him at all.”

Eddie scrunched up his face, refusing to look at his uncle. “It’s not that simple. Besides a couple of middle schoolers, I’m pretty much the only friend he has now.”

“And if he suddenly gained some other friends and you didn’t feel beholden to him? Would you choose to cut him out then?”

God damnit. God fucking damn Wayne’s stupid logic! Because, yeah, the answer was no. He wouldn’t cut Steve off, not now. The last few weeks had been eye opening, and on top of his ridiculous infatuation, Eddie just really liked being around Steve. He added something to their group that they’d been missing, something fresh.

He groaned, loudly. “But what am I supposed to do?”

“Well,” Wayne said, “If you want the boy in your life, and you don’t think there’s any hope of there ever being more, then you’re going to have to try and put those feelings aside. Treat him like your friend first, and your crush second.”

Yeah, alright, that made sense. It didn’t mean Eddie had to like it! It was fully within his rights to mope as much as he wanted when he was in the privacy of his own home. Although, that didn’t leave him much time, seeing as Steve would be coming over to the trailer tonight so they could go to the drive-in. Which, if asked, seemed like a date thing to Eddie. But hey, it wasn’t like he was an expert or anything.

And what was worse, Steve wanted Eddie to dress him up in his clothes! How was he supposed to survive that? Every time Eddie pictured Steve in any of his clothes, the temperature in the room crept up to an uncomfortable level.

Regardless, Eddie spent an outrageous amount of time picking out the perfect outfit. He went through every shirt, every pair of jeans, ever belt. By the time he’d come to a final decision, Steve was due to arrive within twenty minutes. That gave Eddie barely enough time to rush through a shower, throw on a band shirt and jeans, and blow dry his hair. When a knock sounded at the front door just three minutes after six, Eddie had barely gotten his hair into a low bun. With a steadying breath, he yanked open the front door.

Steve stood on the steps, his face tilted up and a small smile on his lips. God, he was so pretty. He rocked back on his heels and tucked his hands into his pockets as he looked over Eddie.

“Welcome, Sir Steven, to my humble dwellings.”

Continue reading the the full chapter on AO3

#steddie #steddie au #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve and eddie #fanfic #My writing

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mylittleredgirl · 4 months

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i'm having a time of it where i couldn't look at screens very much, so i haven't been watching or posting as much about m*a*s*h, but you'd better believe that has left me even more time to THINK about m*a*s*h!!!

buckle up: update for season four disc one!

(after welcome to korea, that is, which was another post)

headline: LOVE the new characters!!

bj has somehow already committed arson?? hawkeye, you are SUCH a bad example for your little brother

at some point down the line i'm sure i will stop infantilizing this grown ass man but for now literally everything bj does i'm like. that's a Baby.

especially when he participates in a bit where they're going after frank or margaret, who he literally just met

you know when there's like a ten-year-old with a strong opinion about something, like "that [toy, tv show, video game] SUCKS!" with all the rage and feeling in their world-weary heart

... and then one step behind them is the five-year-old who chimes in "yeah that REALLY sucks!" but with this innocent delight in their eyes, like they have no idea what's going on but they're getting a really good grade in Big Kid

that's BJ, is what i'm saying

and colonel potter! he's regular army!! but it's ok: he drinks

it's soooo perfect that he and bj share their first o.r. scene. the sweet calming mentor energy... i'm luv him.

and then HE SHOOTS THE DEAD JEEP. i'm still laughing about that. if colonel potter never does one more funny thing again he's still the funniest man alive.

meanwhile! we join our established characters already in progress

frank and hawkeye's relationship gets genuinely hostile there for a while. uncomfortably so, even.

and during the week i was too dizzy to sit up and make this post i spent a LOT of time thinking about this!!!

each of them are spinning out for their own reasons, which play out all over this season so far. frank gained and lost the power he wanted so badly. hawkeye lost both his besties at the same time, and the support structure and identity that went along with that.

but also trapper's absence on its own radically changed the swamp boys dynamic!!

frank has always been justifiably hateable, but there was a SPORT to it, you know? hawkeye and trapper were tormenting him largely to entertain each other, which means they did it a lot but only to the point where it was funny

and think about the "but there's no real hate, right?" in O.R., like in frank's mind, they torture him but they're all still buddies!!! (and the occasional peek into frank's sad childhood could explain this perception)

it quickly becomes clear in season 4 that trapper was a tempering influence between hawkeye and frank, who end up in a full on BRAWL

LIKE A DRAWN OUT PHYSICAL FIGHT

also hard to watch: frank wrecking margaret's tent. hmm. mm-mmm. don't like this.

on the other hand, i loved the "i'm here but we're not doing anything!" scene in the next episode when they're playing cards in her tent. they're always slapping or kissing or scheming -- i feel like this is the first time we ever see them just hanging out like friends

… with anyone, actually. like this thirty seconds of a card game just unlocked an unseen part of both their personalities

something subtle is shifting in this relationship. by the end of "the kids," even sober-margaret is getting in on the joke that frank sucks. i await future developments.

THE KIIIIIIIIIIDS

oh god it's so sweet and harmless. it's healing. i love it. i want to roll around in that episode.

i hope "frank scams a purple heart and hawkeye steals it" continues to happen every season, like the mail episodes

i learned that alan alda directed this ep, which means that he made the decision both in front of and behind the camera for hawkeye to make this face as bj tells a bedtime story:

hawkeye!!!! don't fall in love with straight boys!!!!!

other things:

I'M STILL GRIEVING BY THE WAY

THEY CROPPED MY BOY OUT OF THE OPENING SEQUENCE

THEY CROPPED HIMMMMMM

henry blake memorial bar we hardly knew ye 😢

the moment when hawkeye is like yeah bj, just to get you up to speed: henry was basically radar's dad

any time they mention henry or trapper i have feelings but ALSO i have feelings whenever i think maybe they could have mentioned them but didn't. mentioned them IN MY HEART.

i'm a little fixated on the choice to replace henry and trapper, notorious philanderers, with characters who are immediately identified as Wife Guys

genuinely if y'all hadn't told me that mclean stevenson and wayne rogers wanted out, i would have assumed the character shakeup happened specifically for that reason!

totally other topic but i'm definitely missing some kind of joke here and it's driving me nuts: every time a british character shows up they're heavily spray-tanned. what does it meeeeaaaan??

and lastly. best part of "the bus" is the knowledge that somewhere off-screen, margaret, klinger, and the nurses are running the camp.

#it's about time i watched m*a*s*h #mashblogging

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cybertron-after-dark · 8 months

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Hiiii could i request megatron x bulkhead headcanons, either prime or animated, if thats ok 🙏

You are based as fuck.

We're gonna go with animated just because I think the chemistry is a liiittle better in my personal opinion.

I'm not gonna lie this one kinda got outta hand. Runaway moderate angst train. If you wouldve rather gotten something lighthearted and fluffy, just shoot me another ask and I can do that too.

-Bulkhead takes awhile to get past the whole incident where Megatron kidnapped him. Threatening his friends like that was not very cash money of him, and Bulky holds a mean grudge. Its gonna have to be a good long while after the conflict dies down for them to be okay with being anything more than just tense ex-enemy acquaintances.

-If a truce happens, in the very least between team prime and team megs, it's likely that a part of that will be rebuilding what got destroyed in the battles, forcing the two to interact. Megatron tries to be amicable. Bulkhead's having none of it.

-xXx-

"Bossbot may be buying your whole guilt ridden bleeding spark schtick, but I know better. You're bad news. Always have been, always will be. You just act like the good guy and hope people forget all the awful things you did if you feel sorry for yourself enough. So rebuild all you want. Act like you care. I know deep down, the only thing you really want is to destroy."

"...You aren't entirely off the mark, Autobo- Bulkhead. I am... Not a good person. I never was. And no matter what I do, it seems I cannot change what I am: Manipulative, violent, aggressive, I simply don't know how to be anything else. But... I had always hoped if I cannot be good, I can at least put all the bad in me to use towards a good cause."

"Yeah? Well some good you did starting a slaggin' war."

"Oh, Bulkhead... We didn't start it."

-xXx-

-One history lesson later, and Bulkhead is still massively skeptical and still pretty angry over every shitty thing the decepticons did, but he's seeing it less as black and white. Especially after corroborating with ratchet to make sure Megatron wasn't just making shit up about Warframes being mistreated.

-Bulkhead catches himself actually feeling pretty bad for what Megatron went through. He knows first servo what it's like being written off as nothing but a force of destruction. It doesn't excuse what he did, but he can't help himself from being sympathetic.

-Megatron genuinely wants Bulkhead to see his own worth and potential. To Megs, Bulkhead is this sweet, pretty, young thing that's been told time and time again by Autobot society that he's unintelligent, oversized, unappealing, and only good for breaking stuff, when every single one of those things is untrue. And it breaks his spark a little seeing the guy beat himself up when he's got so much to offer.

-It takes Bulkhead a long time to drop his guard at all around Megatron. At least a few months after their initial conversation. But when they do start talking, Bulky comes to the very conflicting conclusion that when Megatron isn't being a ruthless tyrant, he's actually... Pretty normal? He's just a guy. Classy, sarcastic, witty, actually pretty funny when e wants to be. All things considered, he's good company. And he can't really deny that the guy has quite a bit of charm.

-the bot-con truce is... Tentative. Tense. Both sides do what's agreed upon and they don't interact beyond what's necessary, for the most part. Nobody's really tried to, until Bulkhead asked Megatron to hang out on Dinobot Island after their shift fixing an overpass starscream crashed into. Needless to say, Megatron was extremely confused, but so endeared he couldn't say no.

-xXx-

"Why Bulkhead, just the two of us alone on a deserted island? It almost seems as though you're asking me on a date."

"W-well I mean- it was just supposed to- I mean i- ...did you want it to be a date?"

-xXx-

-from then, they start seeing each other pretty regularly, though they try to keep it low key. Don't need the team asking too many questions. Bumblebee would be insufferable about it if he found out Bulkhead's been dating the resident warlord.

-Megs actually takes interest in Bulkhead's art. The visual arts have been a core part of Decepticon culture since the Great War started, although usually with much bleaker themes than what Bulkhead makes. It's a nice reminder to him that self expression can be soft, and sweet, rather than a grim reminder of something awful.

-Bulkhead thinks it's really funny that Megatron doesn't know all that much about Earth, and what he does know is taken pretty far out of context. His attempts to introduce the con to videogames have been comedy gold. The big scary Decepticon tyrant can't figure out the controls half the time, and the pokemon type matchup chart is entirely beyond him.

-Bulkhead has gotten Megatron with Deez Nuts at least twice.

-Megatron loves that Bulkhead is so round and cuddly, especially because his Autobot status make him pocket sized to a bigass Warframe like megs. He's very friend shaped, perfect for picking up and snuggling up to, which leaves Bulkhead, invariably, flustered as all hell every time.

-its not a perfect relationship by any means. There's trust issues on both sides. Bulkhead is still always nervous Megatron might go back to being evil, and Megs is always worried whether this sweet Autobot might give into fear and shun him. They can both be stubborn as mules when they want to be, so it takes them a long time to make up after fights. But at the end of the day, Megatron has enough life experience to know letting petty squabbles tear someone away from you is a horrible thing, and Bulkhead went into the relationship knowing Megatron is flawed and often frustrating. They make it work.

-For all Megatron talks of letting Bulkhead see how wonderful he really is, Bulkhead wishes Megatron would practice what he preaches. The con seems to really believe his very existence is a sin he has to atone for, that he has to fix the universe just to make up for being in it. His insistence that he's an awful person is a self fulfilling prophecy, and bulk just wishes he could see that for what it is.

#bulkhead #megatron #tfa #bulkhead x megatron #maccadam #transformers #headcanons #woe. sad gay upon ye.

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butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway · 19 days

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Amara Day 4

The lil ladies have been struggling because Jaxxine so BADLY wants to be best friends with Amara, but Amara is still uncomfortable with being close to others. It's actually kinda funny to watch because Jaxxi will do her lil play stretch and squeak in front of Amara and Amara will get really happy for a second, all soft ears and wiggly tail, before she remembers to be scared. She's been hanging out on the bed with all of us pretty consistently, although she still tends to slide under the bed when she gets overstimulated.

We've officially put in an order for her ID tags, safety patches, and fieldtrip harness for the end of the month (bless Chewy's autoship for the convenience of just tossing in an extra thing here and there to your next shipment so you don't have to keep thinking about it)

She's got Do Not Pet patches, a leather utility harness, a leather collar, and ID tags with our info, her name, and the quote "Scared, not Scary". I found a tag that's shaped like a bee hive and engraved "sweet as honey" which is just so stinkin cute.

Today we've been doing a lot of careful socializing, and I know this series is about Amara, but I am just SO proud of Jaxxine and Tobi, and how they're interacting with Amara. Tobi can be kinda reactive himself, because he's always had chronic "tiny dog" anxiety, and has spent significantly more time socializing with cats than with dogs. And Jaxxi of course is an infinitely excitable lil baby gorl who has never met a friend she didn't love. In their own unique ways, their base temperaments were likely to be tough on Amara.

But much to my delight, both Tobi and Jaxxine have been so respectful of Amara's boundaries, and so firm-but-gentle about their own. Tobi has repeatedly tried to herd Amara in and out of the house for potty trips because he noticed she wasn't going on her own and he was worried. He kept running back to her, giving a lil yap, and then trotting back to the deck, only to turn back around and try again whenever she got anxious and stopped following him. Jaxxine has been so attentive to Amara's communication, and so snuggly with her whenever it's allowed. I'm so proud of my lil lovebugs and how well regulated and polite they've become. Amara has been visibly relaxing more and more each day, and despite her lingering trauma responses, she has mostly settled into a foundation of security with us.

I'm also really pleased with how resilient Amara's health seems to be. Four days into a healthy kibble, ground rabbit, and nutritional supplement milk has already started to restore a nice lustre to her fur, reduced the impact of her muscle fatigue/distressed movement, and reduced her dry nose. I'm still seeing a fair amount of scarring on the tips of her ears, but I'm hoping to start introducing her to more involved medical care and grooming this weekend. I'm thinking probably daily astringent cleansing and a carrier oil or whipped butter moisturizer massaged in via scar tissue scrungling. We have roses and crab apples, so maybe I can press some blossom oil for her. If not, I'll whip some shea.

We've got a lot left to work on, but I'm feeling very optimistic about Amara's responsiveness to care.

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samwontshare · 9 months

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I finally had the chance to go to Avengers Campus at Disneyland!

I was wearing a Sam Wilson Captain America shirt in the hopes of seeing Cap walking around. We caught him just after he finished pics but I pointed at my shirt and he was pleased, as well as having shawarma in my hand. :) I was unable to spot him again the rest of the day!

As my partner and I were hanging around Shang-Chi was finishing his pics and walking by so I said “Hey, we’re from San Francisco!” which initiated a fun convo. Shang-Chi informed us he wouldn’t be parking cars anymore. My partner joked that we told Ant Man and he didn’t care, so three minutes later Ant Man and Wasp came over to yell at us that they’re from San Francisco. 😂 It was super fun to banter and chat with all three characters so we tried to send them cast compliments via the app. (Tho Ant Man did claim to be the strongest Avenger after beating Cap, who had fought Thanos haha.) I was so busy chatting I did not actually take pics.

The Dora Milaje training show was a lot of fun. They took a moment for the audience to think of our ancestors who were no longer with us, which was quite sweet. Okoye was wonderful and so funny!

The Black Panther and Black Widow show was fun. She even did the neck thing! It didn’t really make sense they were fighting Task Master together but whatever. The Spider-Man show was equally silly and enjoyable.

We were able to see Shang-Chi (who was super cool to fans - 100% interact w this cast member), Ant Man and Wasp (also very funny), Dr Strange, Sam Captain America, Spider-Man, Groot, Iron Man, Okoye and the Dora, Shuri Black Panther, T’Challa Black Panther, Nat, and Task Master.

100% good time. Fun shows, fun rides, great cast members, and the cold brew I had at Pym’s Lab was very good. I love the Quinjet on the roof! I hope they’re able to expand it a bit the way they’ve done with Star Wars.

I had a blast at Disneyland, hope y’all can get out there sometime.

And HMMM Miles Morales has tagged the building…

#my first vacation in too long #avengers campus #Disneyland #mcu #posts mostly for me

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For the end of year asks, 3 and 25? 💜

Hi Bestie!!

This is going to be a longer one so I'm putting in a cut :)

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year - Such a good question! Favorite scene would be the first real canon overlap we have in Lavender, Joel's POV of the day after the outbreak and his attempted suicide:

The sun was up. It didn’t feel right that the sun was up. How could the sun be up. “Joel.” Tommy’s voice felt very far away. Everything felt very far way. “Joel, we have to keep moving,” he said. “C’mon. If we stay here much longer, trouble’s gonna find us, we have to go.” He got up. Part of him was aware that his body hurt but it was hard to actually feel it. Any pain in his body was a relief. It was better than burning, stabbing, gaping wound at the center of him. Anything, anything to take away from that was a blessing. They’d already passed dozens of bodies. They kept off the highway, sticking to tree lines where they could, Tommy’s head on a swivel when they couldn’t. Joel couldn’t bring himself to care enough to watch for anything. Every body they passed was a reminder. Sarah was gone. He’d held her body, she was gone, he’d never hear her or see her or touch her again. He’d been right there, right there and he couldn’t save her. She was gone. The dead made him think of you, too. There were so many bodies. He hadn’t been able to save Sarah. There had been no one there to save you. You were a lot of things. Brilliant. Funny. Beautiful. You weren’t a killer. You were too kind, too sweet to survive something like this. You’d have taken pity on someone who turned on you, someone who slit your throat for your pack or shot you to take your car. Or you wouldn’t be able to hurt someone who came at you in that foreign, inhuman way. You’d wait a second too long and they’d rip you to pieces. God, he hoped it had been quick for you. He hoped that they’d just killed you and hadn’t done worse to you first, just because they could. Whatever had gotten you, he hoped you hadn’t felt it. That it hadn’t been like Sarah, gasping and choking and in pain. “Joel.” He wasn’t sure how long they’d been walking. The sun was low in the sky again. “We should stop here,” Tommy said. “Good vantage points…” Joel didn’t say anything. He just stood there. “You hear me?” Tommy said. “What?” Joel asked. “I said stay here,” he said. “Saw something down that hill, looked like a truck for a grocery store. I’m going to see if I can grab some food for us.” “Yeah.” “Joel.” He looked up. Tommy looked like he was in pain. “Just sit tight, OK?” He said. “Just sit tight.” Joel watched him leave, standing and staring at nothing. There was nothing left for him here. Nothing. Without Sarah, without you, it wasn’t worth it. Life before whatever was happening wasn’t worth it without Sarah, without you. Now? How could it be. He sniffed and pulled out his gun. He thought, for a moment, about the last time the three of you had been all together. It was the day you flew back to New York. The two of you had woken up early, decided to have coffee by the pool, go for a swim before Sarah woke up for the day. She was a teenager, she slept late. He made love to you in the water. You tasted like coffee and cherry chapstick. You smelled like lavender, even with the chlorine. You were soft and warm and felt like home. When Sarah got up, you and Joel had already dressed for the day. Your bags were by the door. Sarah asked if you’d make French Toast and you’d agreed, as long as she helped. He watched the two of you in the kitchen, Sarah picking egg shells out from the batter because she’d never quite gotten the hang of cracking eggs. She was singing some pop song that grated on Joel whenever it came on the radio but he liked it when Sarah sang it. You bobbed your head along to it, using the spatula as a drumstick on the stove top. The coffee was hot and smooth. The world felt right. He held onto the moment in his mind, pressing the gun against his head. He wasn’t sure he believed in an afterlife but he hoped it would be like that. Just that one morning, on loop, over and over and over again. Just him and Sarah and you, until the end of all things. He started pulling the trigger when he heard your voice, so clear it was like you were standing next to him. “I’ll always love you, Joel. Til the day I die.” He flinched.

Runner up would be Doll seeing Din's face for the first time in Beskar Doll.

You were back in the mindflayer room, panting for breath, covered in sweat again. You had the feeling a lot of time had passed. You weren’t sure if that was true, but it felt that way. Synd was frowning behind the console with the two technicians and a third man you hadn’t seen before. One of the technicians was different. Maybe it had been a long time. “I thought that was a better pass,” Synd sounded frustrated, looking at the panel in front of her, ignoring you entirely. You turned your attention to the other man, the one in a different uniform. He must be here for a reason, maybe a stand-in for Gideon, an officer of some kind. He was watching you, closely, intently. His eyes were deep and brown and soft. His hair shaggier than what you expected from an Imp, thick, dark, curly. You frowned. You knew this man. You’d never seen his face but you knew him. The arch of his brow, the curve of his nose, the golden tan of his skin. You’d know him anywhere. “No,” you breathed, searching him for some sign that he was imprisoned. You couldn’t think of another reason he’d be here, unmasked, standing in front of you. “No!” He pulled a blaster and started shooting.

My favorite lines are, in first place, this bit from Lavender:

“Jesus Christ!” The man against the wall was trying to move but was stuck. Joel just smiled. “Jesus ain’t here, friend,” he said. “You better start prayin’ to me.”

Second place, this part of Beskar Doll:

“She is the only prayer I know,” he drew his blaster, aiming it at the man’s head. His voice was calm. Inside, he was raging. “And you took her from me.”

Finally, this line from Yearling:

“Never understood why men like you think you’re gonna get mercy,” Joel said, grabbing his hair. “God washed his hands of your kind a while ago. I’m what comes for you instead and I don’t know mercy. So tell me, how long were you supposed to be gone?”

Sorry that was so long!!

25. a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read -Fear of God by @netherfeildren for sure. It's my favorite fic ever, I reread it any time I face the slightest inconvenience in life, it is my comfort fic, I'm in love with it.

Thank you for asking, Bestie! Love you!

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