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lavenoon · 7 months

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Asterisms (~5.6K)

*An asterism is an observed pattern or group of stars in the sky. Asterisms can be any identified pattern or group of stars, and therefore are a more general concept than the 88 formally defined constellations.

Bloodstain Fool by @naffeclipse, og detective au by sunnys-aesthetic

menace4menace one-shots in order: Falling into Orbit, Conjunction, [You are here]

A bit of a disclaimer/ context: There is another drabble that will be referenced in this one, but I wrote it as a vent when I was in a very bad spot mentally and never cleaned it up, so it's now unfortunately in the "canon to the menace4menace storyline but too raw to share" limbo. You don't need to know the details to understand though (I hope). It does end with another sleepover, so that's where we start off here!

“So, are we friends now?”

You take another bite from your breakfast apple, legs crossed on the couch. Eclipse at his desk tenses, his shoulders rising, and the scratch of his pen coming to an abrupt halt. But he doesn’t turn back, doesn’t spare you his standard glare.

After a moment, he continues writing, as if you never said anything. That’s just fine — you’re too stubborn to stop now.

“Because comforting someone during a breakdown is kind of friend behavior.”

Impossibly, he tenses further. From the way his writing sounds he’ll soon tear through the paper and just start carving onto the desk.

“You were talking nonsense and I simply corrected you. If you interpret that as comfort, that is not my problem.”

You hope he feels how scathing your disdain is through vibes alone as you direct a deadpan stare at his back.

He probably doesn’t know what “vibes” are.

“You invited me over too.”

“And you owe me for that.”

Fine, then. If he insists on framing it as more debt that he’ll hardly be able to collect you can let it go. Otherwise you’ll just back him into a corner of stubbornness, and something tells you he’s the type to double down.

It does mean you spare him the mention of the blanket. A soft red throw currently protecting you from sticking to the leather of the couch. Eclipse refused to acknowledge its existence, much less elaborate on the reason for the new addition to his couch yesterday, and you weren’t in the mood to ask either. The afternoon was stressful enough.

You sigh.

“Okay, sure. You can start a little tally on the back of the I.O.U. note I already gave you.”

Some of the tension leaves his shoulders, and you almost want to sigh again. How exhausting to see everything as transactional.

“No need. I remember.”

The question about animatronic memory dies a quiet death on the tip of your tongue — at the last second you decide it’s not a good idea to imply doubt right now. Instead you take another bite from your apple, and chew. Hopefully you can drop this conversation after. It didn’t really go the way you wanted it to.

Just to make sure it sticks you decide to change the topic entirely.

“What are you writing?”

There’s the softest huff as his shoulders drop further. The defeat is evident, and you press your lips together to keep a grin down. Friends or not, he’s learned his lesson about your stubbornness.

You’ll get him on the friendship, too, sooner or later.

“A report.”

Oh, he wants to be like that. Fine. You’ll play.

“On what?”

The pen stops for a moment, then continues.

“The latest bounty I apprehended.”

“You have to write reports on that?”

In a way, it makes sense — you just didn’t think about it before. But you’re no stranger to writing reports, and detailing the events of how a certain bounty was caught seems reasonable.

Eclipse turns to look at you for the first time, and his expression is about as tired as an animatronic could manage to look.

“Yes. It’s not like the movies.”

You take another bite from your apple as you keep up the eye contact, and then he turns back. Seems like your silence was enough of a concession for him.

Leaning back against the couch, you’re just thinking that you don’t miss writing reports one bit.

“Reports suck. My condolences.”

Eclipse doesn’t stop writing to look back, but you do hear the soft static sound of a laugh.

“Speaking from experience?”

You chuckle softly, matching him. Writing reports and bills - the worst part of your chosen career.

“Yup.”

He hums.

“Is that why you haven’t made any efforts to work again?”

Well, not quite — looking for work hasn’t been on your list of priorities without the immediate pressure of paying for your lodging. An oversight, you’ll admit, given that you can’t rely on your boarded room forever. But without any credentials, without your degree or even an ID you don’t really know where to start, hypothetically.

Besides, even if you wanted to, you know that research has to go through a few more necessary steps before you can consider picking up your former work again.

So you shrug, even though he can’t see.

“Eh, mostly I don’t think my job field exists yet. Caring about kids with learning disabilities was a pretty recent development even in my time.”

This time, the pause feels heavier than before.

“... You worked with children?”

You have no idea how to read his tone. Not angry, you don’t think, but there’s something that you just cannot make sense of. It sparks something defensive in you, even though you can’t tell if it’s judgement coloring his voice. You chose your job for a reason, and you know it’s a good one.

“Yeah, I mean. No one gave a fuck about my problems in school growing up. I didn’t want that for other kids.”

“Hm.”

That’s… It’s not acknowledgement, but it’s also not a rebuke. You don’t know what to make of it.

You’ll poke the bear just one more time.

“You don’t like children?”

That poke went through. Eclipse carefully sets his pen down, and turns his head your way. Just his head - it’s unsettling, and you flinch at the suddenness. You wonder if that was exactly his intention when he narrows his darkened eyes at you.

“Continue this line of questioning and you’ll find that I absolutely will kick you out.”

There isn’t a hint of humor in his voice, nor even a crumb of softness. This time you decide not to bet on that being a bluff. Not with those eyes. You shrink back, hunched on the couch and pondering the nearly finished apple in your hand. Eclipse turns back, you think. You only hear the click of his neck and then the scratch of his pen again.

The lump in your throat grows at the renewed tension that you don’t know how to alleviate. Maybe just a straightforward approach — you did push him too far.

“I’m sorry, I won’t ask again. I just care about them.”

This time, the scratch of his pen only stutters, but doesn’t stop. You’ll take that as progress, even if his tone is still hard.

“You got to be a child.”

You think back to your childhood, and the responsibilities you had to take on much too early. A huff of air escapes as a sigh before you can stop it. There’s nothing you really process as you stare off into space. The smile you manage twitches pathetically before you let it fall again.

“I guess, for a while.”

Still longer than Eclipse got to be one though, to be fair.

This time you sigh on purpose, and extract yourself from the blanket. Folding it is a bit hard with only one free hand available, but you at least don’t leave it as a scrunched up mess. You ramble on a bit, just to put out any metaphorical fires you might have set.

“I’m filing this away as another thing I shouldn’t ask about. I won’t pry, and I get that you probably have complicated feelings about it. I have my own, different ones. We can both be justified. I’ll drop it now. Gonna wash up a bit.”

Without giving him any opportunity to reply you slink into the kitchen, disposing of the apple core before escaping further into the bathroom.

Not a lot you can do in here without your toiletries, and you don’t think Eclipse has a habit of expecting human visitors, much less preparing for their needs. The blanket already was a surprise, after all. You’ll just have to deal with a bit of discomfort until you make it back to your room.

Maybe Eclipse is right. You are awfully curious, and there are a lot of lines you don’t know you’re crossing until you’ve waltzed right over them. He has every right to set those boundaries, and maybe you could learn a little tact. At least you can try. After the unexpected kindness he showed you, no matter how much he denies it, you really do owe him that.

For now you’ll just not mention kids again, and definitely change the topic once you’re back out.

Carefully you reemerge, and assess the situation from the entrance to the living room. Eclipse is still writing his report, focused and quiet, but his shoulders are relaxed. Well, as much as you’ve ever seen him relaxed. There is of course the pure physical difference — maybe he doesn’t have to relax as much as humans do to really feel the effect.

You’ve seen him tense for sure. More often than not, which only exacerbates the thought that he doesn’t know how to truly relax.

Not that you do, either. It’s not rest if you feel guilty for resting, occupying your thoughts with more anxiety, and that’s unfortunately what you keep doing, again and again.

Yesterday, in the park — that was the latest botched attempt to relax for once. And that didn’t do jack shit for your mind until Eclipse came by and poked you until you spilled it all. Kinder than he gives himself credit for, but just as blunt as you needed. Hard to argue that self deprecation is deserved with nearly ten foot of all that glaring down at you and calling you out on your bullshit.

Not that he did in so many words, but his threats were convincing in the moment. Now you’re just left wondering.

Apparently you stare just a little too long.

“What?”

The question is curt and somewhat grumpy — the familiar grumpy, and thus leagues better than the hostile tone from before.

You don’t think. It’s a bad habit.

“Could you throw me?”

Eclipse straightens in his chair, pausing his writing again. You don’t know what to make of that, even with his pointed follow up.

“Excuse you?”

Any other person might agree that you’ve made some very unwise decisions, and this is barrelling towards yet another added to the ever growing tally. However, you’re you, and as long as he doesn’t sound outright hostile you don’t see the harm in elaborating.

“Yesterday, you said you’d throw me in the pond if I don’t shut up. I’m not asking you to, just if you actually could.”

You watch as he sets the pen down, this time turning on the chair to face you. His stare is so deadpan, you’ll need a graveyard for kitchenware stat. Slowly, and without looking away he rises.

That doesn’t bode well for you. On instinct you wave your hands through the air, though you don’t have much hope.

“I said you don’t need to prove it!”

While Eclipse is deceptively calm in his approach, you’re not oblivious enough to believe him. You duck, not quite a crouch, but you’re keyed up already. Your options are limited and you don’t have time to think - and then he’s past the coffee table, and you make a break for it down the hallway.

Hearing him laugh definitely isn’t reassuring.

You’re just reaching for the bathroom door when his hands wrap around your middle, and you screech. Or laugh, you aren’t quite sure. Unceremoniously you’re whipped back, your safe haven back out of reach. Eclipse lets go only for a moment, and only to turn you into a position facing him.

That grin is not reassuring. It might be the happiest you’ve seen him yet.

Before you can even begin to process that contradiction his hands are on you again, and then you’re up.

You blink. Rare enough you get to look him in the eyes on face level.

“Does this answer your question?”

And still he sounds so happy. In a strange way, it makes sense. Maybe. If you think about it — a playful, if extremely short chase that lets him show off how big and scary he is, without any of the risks his job usually involves. It’s not even like he’s holding you particularly tightly. The pressure from his hold is mostly under your arms, and that’s gravity from dangling, not him grabbing too hard.

Just as you think about it, his fingers loosen around you even more. Just a hint, and you are still held securely, but a noticeable change. Before, he felt bad about the bruises he left on accident, and now he’s trying to adjust? Is that it?

And yet, all that combined with his unbearably smug attitude.

You suppress a grin, just barely, and decide to deflect. This morning has had enough realizations and tense conversations.

“... Do I even weigh anything to you?”

The bubble of happiness bursts, and he narrows his eyes again with a scoff. Seamlessly he turns, back towards the living room, and just for a moment you brush your fingers against the ceiling. Also rare enough you get to do that, even in places that aren’t housing a ridiculously tall animatronic.

He ducks under the doorway, and for a second you hope to touch ground again. None of that.

“At worst you’re a burden on my mind.”

The dissonance between the way he’s still holding you and the venom in his voice is too great, so you promptly decide to disregard the latter. Actions over words, or something. And sure, there are nicer ways to tell someone you think about them a lot, but this is the guy who doesn’t believe in friendship.

You pat his shoulder, and close your eyes for posterity.

“I’m flattered. You should have said ‘No, it’s like holding a couple of grapes.’”

When you open your eyes again you’re met with a narrow-eyed glare, radiating suspicion. Also, you have to look up again. If you weigh so little to him, the only explanation is that he wants to be taller. You file that hypothesis away for another time, when you have access to walls to climb on.

For now, Eclipse has caught onto the fact that you continue sprinkling memes into your conversations.

“I’m not saying that.”

He dips you a little lower, and then many things happen at once. Air breezing past you, and his hands no longer holding you up — but you’re not just falling.

No, the bastard did throw you.

The springs of the couch creak as you land on it butt first, and your back hits the armrest at an angle.

“Oof.”

Unaffected by your suffering, Eclipse brushes past you to settle back at his desk.

“Now let me finish my report, or I’m kicking you out.”

His shoulders are lower, again. You smile.

Then, with a soft chuckle, you right yourself, twisting to face him even as he doesn’t face you.

“Actually, can we do it the other way round? I wanna ask one more thing -”

Before you get to finish he’s already turning back, eyes narrow in warning. You throw your hands up placatingly and continue without pause.

“Nothing about you, stop looking at me like that. After that I’ll leave and you have the entire rest of this beautiful day to engage in boring as fuck work stuff.”

Because he did remind you of that issue creeping closer and closer, and you have not the slightest idea how to go about fixing it before it all goes south.

For a sigh, he slumps. A bit theatrically, you want to say, especially when he starts rubbing his forehead in exasperation, too — well, notably, the little swirl, just above his eye. Reminds you of when you did the same, just gentler.

“I feel like that will be a welcome reprieve after your exciting presence.”

Right, back to the conversation. You click your tongue and flutter your eyelashes innocently.

“Ahw, you just keep flattering me.”

If you ever decide to measure how narrow his eyes go, you’d need to pinch your fingers together, and he’d definitely take offense. You’re tempted all the more.

“Ask your question before I change my mind, you menace.”

So he doesn’t mind the question. Could have said so in a few more words, but you’ll take it. After another little dig — you have your dignity to defend. You straighten and level your own haughty scowl at him.

“Says the guy who just threw me on the couch.”

His hand still set on the table tightens into a fist.

“Star.”

Right, the question. You lean back, bouncing slightly on the couch.

“Fine, fine. Where could I work? Without any proof of my existence or education?”

Right now, you’re boarding for free, but your conscience is starting to weigh on you. As ideal as it is, that’s not how things work, and you’ll need a source of income if you don’t want to be dependent on other people’s goodwill.

Eclipse’s expression sours, and his shoulders droop with an overly exaggerated sigh.

“I suppose it’s in my favor too if you get some faked documents. I’ll just need some additional information.”

He really just jumped past a few steps you didn’t expect to be that easy of a hurdle. Then again, his legs are a lot longer, sure it’s easier for him. You can roll with that.

There is no way you’re going to bring your name into this though. If you already get to reinvent yourself…

Or, even better -

“Sure. Can I have the last name Smith?”

“Smith?”

The suspicion is palpable, though he doesn’t seem to get the joke. That’s no problem, you’ll gladly help him out. No ulterior motives at all.

“Yeah! Like the ‘I’m here undercover so I’m picking the most obvious fake name ever’ name.”

His expression tells you everything you need to know about what he thinks of that idea.

You smile, and remain silent. The proof that you can shut up. And if the timing just so happens to also make it prove that you can be a menace even without opening your mouth, well, that’s between you and your steadily growing grin. The moment stretches as Eclipse’s eyes narrow further, and his next sigh bursts with frustrated static as he turns away.

“Why did I ever think you just being quiet would be enough?”

Mumbling to himself he rummages through a drawer, and you sit up on your knees to catch a glimpse of loose pens and papers and paperclips.

“Silence is golden, after all. I didn’t have to say anything to annoy you.”

Words are one thing, actions another. You take the notepad and pencil he holds out to you, and settle back on the couch.

“You’re a walking headache. And here I thought I was immune.”

“You keep saying that, and yet you keep inviting me back. I don’t think I’m that bad, or you’re a masochist.”

Oh, oh and you thought you knew his bad glares. But this one is just a tad too disbelieving — did you really have the audacity to say that? — and rather than doing the proper self preserving thing and apologize, or something, you just snort.

Eclipse has had enough of you.

“Just write down the information you want. If it’s ridiculous, I’m not getting it. If anything’s missing, I’m making up the least flattering filler possible.”

Again he turns back, and you dutifully write down all the info he could need. Your desired name (including the Smith), age, and height - and then stop at the gender. After a moment of deliberation you doodle a little mischievous cat face and carry on. You think your birth town already exists, so you note it down too. What else, what else…

For a minute or two, the room is silent except for the scratch of two pens.

Once you’re done (at least as done as you can be without knowing what information exactly is necessary) you stand up, dusting yourself off just to stall for time. By the time you step next to Eclipse at the desk and hold out the notepad again he too has put down his pen. You shake the pad once before he takes it.

“All done.”

“Good. Now get out of here.”

He stashes the pencil back in the drawer, but the notepad he leaves on the desk. Doesn’t even spare you a last glance before he picks up his pen again. There’s no fight to be won here, so you just snort and step away. Overstaying your welcome is not something you’re particularly interested in, and you’ve already teetered the edge for a while now.

Except you stop at the entrance to the living room, one hand on the doorframe. There’s a lot left unsaid, both because you’re embarrassed still about your little breakdown, and because Eclipse is about as emotionally aware as a rock and pricklier than a cactus. But if you’re leaving now anyway…

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you turn back. Eclipse is still writing.

“Hey, Eclipse?”

“Yes?”

He draws out the sound, clearly annoyed. Woe is him, you haven’t actually left his apartment yet.

“Thank you, again.”

Just like any time before, he stiffens at the expression of gratitude. At least he doesn’t notice your smile in response, given that you manage to suppress the amused huff.

You’re undeterred.

“You’re a better person than you give yourself credit for. Though if I may recommend a different succulent to emulate, aloe would be a much more pleasant alternative.”

He turns on his chair after just a moment of processing your barb, a growl already building up. But before he catches you with his glare you’re laughing, and dipping into the hallway.

“See you soon!”

“Don’t you dare!”

But for all his posturing, he doesn’t chase you again — doesn’t chase you out. After just demonstrating how easy it would be for him, that speaks volumes.

Oh, you’ll definitely see him again soon. Life would be much too boring otherwise.

—

It’s a few days before you see Eclipse again, and by pure chance, too. For once, you’re out and about with a purpose, and seeing a bounty hunter isn’t it.

No one will fault you for a detour, though.

Especially not when you see that he’s talking to someone - a man, wearing nondescript worker’s clothes, and not the kind of work Eclipse engages in. No, this is someone your eyes would simply pass over in a vintage photograph of a street scene, or some sort of group shot.

So Mr. No Friends has other reasons to communicate with people — and you’re just dying to know about what.

Your current position puts you at Eclipse’s back, and that’s where you prefer to be for now. Means he won’t see you until it’s too late, and you’re already close enough to listen in. So you step closer, carefully and quietly, though you make no secret out of your curiosity. With your eyes on Eclipse you creep closer, arms crossed behind your back. You lean forward just slightly, like that will put you closer to the conversation.

And then you get spotted.

“I saw him last around — Sorry, who’s your friend?”

Your automatic smile stiffens as you drop your gaze to the speaker. Those narrow eyes are nothing compared to what Eclipse will look like when he sees you’ve been eavesdropping.

“My -”

Eclipse turns, a wide eyed glare finding you quickly. Think of the devil. Rage simmers just below the surface, and you remember the last time you announced yourself as his friend. Your smile twitches, and you direct a wave at Eclipse’s not-friend. An informant, maybe? That would fit into his broody bounty hunter reputation.

The impulsive part of your brain supplies a feathery Eclipse as a chicken-puddle as he clucks offendedly, and you decide to talk before you start laughing.

“Oh, no, I just owe him.”

Somehow, you feel like his glare is worse now.

Maybe-Informant scowls, then turns back to Eclipse.

“You’re branching out, huh? Anyways, I last saw him lurking around the industrial area, hiding out in different warehouses. Lots of people on his tail these days, might be a hassle finding him in that maze.”

Definitely an informant then. Your curiosity is officially sated, even at the cost of Eclipse once again being mad at you.

“I’ll find him. Keep an eye out.”

He turns so suddenly that you end up taking a step back, to no avail. His hand wraps around your upper arm, though the grip isn’t tight — but his fingertips touch. Just so, and no tighter, and then he’s dragging you after him.

For a second, you contemplate making a show of it. Back of the hand to your forehead, pretend despair at being dragged away. You decide against it, because you don’t actually want to make Eclipse’s reputation worse, and you also remember why he started helping you out in the first place.

So instead, you opt for a wave. It reaches nothing but air. You don’t even see the informant anymore, and don’t get the chance to look around either before Eclipse drags you off into an alley.

At least he starts talking before you get to voice your comment about risqué behavior during daylight hours. You’re in deep enough trouble as is.

“What are you doing here?”

You shrug, the motion pulling his hand up before he lets go of your arm. Not that he looks any happier, but also not like you aren’t used to that by now. You’ve seen him really angry, and this isn’t it.

“Job hunting.”

Nonchalant as the response is, his reaction is the opposite. You’re pretty sure you see his eyelid twitch.

“Job - I haven’t even gotten you your papers yet!”

Alright, maybe you’re just a little impatient. Indignance pulls up your shoulders again, and you pace down the alleyway to gesture at nothing.

“I know, but I got bored! So I came up with a story that will keep most people from asking questions - saying you left Germany as fast as possible at the cost of documentation is apparently very easy to believe. We’re not exactly popular. Now everyone pities me instead of focusing on the everything else, which does play into my hand.”

Eclipse stays and watches you, deceptively calm where you are restless. You trail to a stop and look at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

It comes out almost impressed.

“... You’re more devious than I thought.”

Uh oh, can’t give him standards. You wave off the questionable compliment and step closer again, even if it means you have crane up your neck higher. The distance between your faces is big enough even if you don’t stand half an alley away.

“Don’t give me too much credit. I didn’t think of that lie any sooner, and I had to prepare contingency plans for multiple possible lines of questioning before I felt safe enough to even attempt telling it to anyone.”

A static rumble of a sigh as he briefly hides his eyes behind a hand.

“This is who I…”

Wait, what? You barely understand the mumble before he trails off, but immediately perk up.

“You what?”

But just as quickly he drops his hand, instead glaring down at you.

“Nothing. Did you have to prepare the other lie too?”

He’s lost you.

“What lie?”

You’re not exactly in the habit of lying, don’t even enjoy this one you came up with.

There’s a twitch to his expression, and when he elaborates, his voice is strained. Considering he’s technically always gritting his teeth this is the first time he sounds like it too.

“That you ‘just’ owe me.”

Oh.

You blink.

Break eye contact to look down.

Hide the manic grin growing on your face.

He’s mad because you denied being his friend.

That’s the only explanation that makes sense to you, the only reason he’d be mad about this. At some point within the past few weeks he’s changed his mind from being allergic to friends to wanting to be yours. Sure, he hasn’t admitted it in so many words. He doesn’t need to. Not with this reaction — and that glare earlier that now makes sense, too.

Maybe he hasn’t even realized it himself.

“Don’t come up with a lie now.”

Oh, stars, if he gets any grumpier about this you absolutely will lose it.

“I’m not. I’m trying not to laugh.”

“What?”

You look back up. The grin is undeniable, and your cheeks are starting to hurt.

Eclipse does not look amused.

“You’re mad because I affirmed your broody loner reputation? I assumed that’s what you want, but I’ll gladly call you my bestie next time.”

He physically flinches back. This look you know, and remember well despite only having seen it once - disgust. But you no longer believe you’re a very squishy bug to him. You really, really want to laugh.

“Do not insinuate we are friends.”

“Why is it an issue then if I ‘just’ owe you?”

“That’s -”

You watch him struggle for a moment, shoulders a tense line as he breaks eye contact to scowl off into space. But only for a moment. After all, there’s giving him time to sort out his thoughts, and torturing him by putting him on the spot.

… Though you’re probably doing that already. All the more reason to intercept.

“You want to be friends.”

Now if only you could reign in the smugness radiating off of you.

Eclipse meanwhile looks terribly offended.

“I do not.”

He’s a better liar than you are, but unfortunately for him, he already gave himself away. You chuckle softly, and lean back against the dingy brick wall behind you to cross your arms. The satisfaction still drips from your tone.

"Wasch mir den Pelz, aber mach mich nicht nass."

His eyes narrow. The tone may be undeniable, but still he doesn’t know what exactly you said, and it only irritates him more. You should talk German to him more often.

When you don’t elaborate after a moment, he growls.

"What?"

Your cheeks really hurt now.

"Wash my fur but don't make me wet. I prefer it over 'you can't have your cake and eat it' because I have it to eat it."

The glare drops into something resigned. He’s gotten used to your bullshit then, and is already tired of it. To be fair, you are doing it on purpose, at least partially. Or maybe more accurately, you are simply embracing being a natural menace.

Eclipse grumbles. Somehow, the sound reminds you of a pissed off cat.

"So now you're insulting me in German."

You close your eyes, though that does nothing to diminish your grin. With a chiding waggle of your finger you continue.

"No, I described the situation. If you interpreted that as an insult that's not my problem."

Oh, yeah, you love being a menace. A glimpse back up shows Eclipse’s hands balled into fists and his eyes closed — maybe counting to ten in his head. You hear it’s supposed to calm you down. You wonder if it works.

His eyes are golden and blazing when he narrows them at you again.

"I detest you."

And you’re much too elated to take him seriously.

"You want to be my friend."

Still allergic to the word, his shoulders rise in defense. If he narrows his eyes any further, they’ll be closed.

"I experienced a momentary lapse in judgement. I'm cured now."

And yet, he hasn’t left. Is “shit-eating grin” an expression yet?

It takes enormous effort to tamper it down into something good natured, and shrug innocently. Bat your eyes just to really sell the act.

"Sure. Whenever you want another sleepover just hit me up."

Eclipse’s expression jerks. You drop your gaze to watch his hands, and catch them on the tail-end of unfurling. Instead, he crosses them, and apparently decides to just ignore your offer.

“I have work to do. And you, little Star, want to get out of this part of town.”

You click your tongue and lift one hand up to your heart, fluttering your lashes in adoration.

“Ahw, you care about me!”

There’s that lemon face you love!

“Leave before I lose the rest of my sanity!”

He’s all coiled tension, ready to go off as he extracts one arm to point towards the main road. If you tease him any more, he might just start steaming like a cartoon. … Probably less than ideal as an animatronic.

Better to call it a day here. Placatingly you wave your hands, though you can’t help the soft laugh that escapes with your words.

“Yes, yes. You take your non-breather breather.”

Rather than acknowledge your parting comment he just turns, walking further down the alley. There are other little backstreets, so maybe he plans on leaving that way.

Your cue to go then, too. You’ll take the main road, not because he told you, but because even you have enough self preservation skills to realize that traversing an unfamiliar network of seedy alleys in the late afternoon rapidly turning evening is a bad idea.

But still you hesitate at the crossroads. You didn’t really say goodbye, and somehow that doesn’t sit right with you. Though getting mushy on Eclipse is probably worse than being a menace, so you turn for one last tease.

The narrow walls carry your voice, and all the delight in it too.

“Bye, bestie!”

You laugh at his frustrated roar from deeper in the alley, and dip around the corner. There, gave him enough to chew on.

Let him stew in those thoughts.

#post let luce #dcamv #bloodstain fool #menace4menace #my fic #i am also already 2k plus into the next one so.#self indulgence go brr #im okay btw no one worry bc of that vent #sometimes u cant be nice to yourself but can filter reason through blorbo and call yourself out #i also keep getting distracted from tagging bc i have to do on mobile bc tumblr decided to be a little BITCH <3 #yknow what i can just shut up i do not NEED to tag ramble lmao fsgbj #enjoy <3

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artemiseamoon · 1 year

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How about you and me

Secret Santa fic for @din-jarhead | I hope you enjoy it. This was fun to write.

Frankie Morales x Reader (f) | friends to lovers

Words: 3,840 | A03

Warnings: disappointing sexual and dating history, p in v unprotected sex scene.

About: After a bad run of dates and getting fed up with the whole thing, you vent to your best friend Frankie (who you secretly love). He has a few ideas how to improve your situation.

An: fic is from readers POV mainly and the intro is Frankie’s. As always, no one reader will fit all (example - say the things you’d say) so you can read as an Oc if you prefer.

* since this is a gift fic for secret Santa i have posted in full*

Frankie kept his feelings to himself for a list of reasons, his career being number one.

Frankie has seen too many times what this work does to relationships. He knows firsthand. He did not want that with you - he’d never forgive himself if he messed it all up with you.

It's better this way, or so he tells himself, loving you secretly while being your best friend.

But now that he’s recently retired, and seeing you face constant disappointment in love and sex, Frankie thinks it’s time to speak up and give the possibility of you and him a chance.

✨✨✨

Thursday night

Humming contently, you relax against the red cushion of the diner booth. Before the sound fully leaves your lips, Frankie is already holding back a laugh as he chews his food.

“What?” You asked once you swallowed.

“All these years later, that's still your favorite thing on the menu.” He sits up, placing his elbows on the table across from you. “You still make that sound.”

“How observant of you,” you wink at him, then grab your glass of water. “You making fun of me?”

“No, it's cute.” He replies before taking another bite of his sandwich.

You and Frankie have been coming here for years. It’s become one of your places, and the times you’ve been here without him always feel weird.

Earlier that day, Frankie texted you and asked if you were free tonight. It was a light day at the garage, and he finished all his projects early. You happened to be off, even though you usually work on Thursdays, so the two of you decided to meet up for dinner, ‘at our spot’, as Frankie calls it.

You love the garage for him. It started as a passion project in between jobs. Once he retired, Frankie spent time trying to figure things out and ended up back at a garage. Now he owns it, and he’s much more relaxed than he used to be. It gave him something to do, something he cares about, and as his best friend, it's a pleasure to see him enjoying this stage of his life.

Cars, garages - all that may not be your forte, but you do enjoy visiting him and usually hang out with him after work, sometimes helping at the counter if he and the guys are busy. Your favorite part is watching him work, and when he catches you looking, you usually wink or make a silly face that brings a smirk to his lips.

You cover up what's really happening inside of you with humor and silliness but underneath, you are still madly in love with your best friend and watching him work is like an aphrodisiac. Not that you’ll tell him that.

…

There are many reasons you and Frankie love this place, and you have endless memories here. Sitting in this booth most of the time, number 4.

Memories of you meeting after exciting life events, less-than-exciting ones; memories of you running inside to meet him once he was home after missions. That one time you nearly ran the waitress over to get to him.

After dinner, you shared a dessert and ordered some drinks. As the night goes on and groups of people leave, their seats filled once more by others, you and Frankie remained in your own little world.

At one point, you headed outside to the patio. It’s a nice night out, and once the diner filled up, you and he both eyed the doors without words. It’s another thing you adore about him, that silent language between you, it’s a rare thing.

…

An hour passes, and the second round of drinks is in your hands. You and Frankie are seated on a bench on the far left of the patio, cute led lights decorate the wooden fence as the music from outside dances in the air.

When your phone buzzed, you and he were in the middle of laughing about something. Frankie's thigh touched your own as you huddled together on the bench.

With a sign, you dig into your pocket and pull out your phone. “Sorry, this keeps going off.”

Frankie tells you it's okay without words, just using his eyes. You plug in the pin, then pull up the screen. It’s a series of texts from that asshole you hooked up with two months ago. Also, sadly, the last person you had sex with.

You must have made a face because Frankie calls your name, then asks,

“You okay?”

“Ugh, yeah,” you lower the phone and look him in the eye, “I’m just never dating or having sex again. But it’s fine. It’s okay. It's fine.” You shake your head, trying to push away memories of that night.

You were horny and lonely, so you checked out your recent matches online. You hadn't used the app in some time at that point, because every date you went on was a disaster, and the men, shit, the men just kept getting worse.

But your vibrator was no longer cutting it, and that night you decided all you needed was hot sex with a hot guy and it would hold you over for a while. When you saw his face, it was a yes, he was exactly what you were looking for, and his body was even better.

The date went okay, it was clear there was nothing there beyond sexual attraction, but that was fine. At the end of the night, you went back to his place and what started as a very hot make out led to the most disappointing sex you’ve had in a long time, and that says a lot because your recent lovers have been lackluster.

He was selfish in bed; more selfish than any man you’ve been with. He didn't go down on you but wanted you to go down on him, which you declined to do. Once you did fuck, with a condom, of course, it was over so fast you lay there stunned. The mother fucker got off on himself, you’re sure of it. You might as well have been a damn sex doll for all that.

You were sure you blocked his number and told him to never contact you again, but maybe you were too horrified at the end and forgot to do it. Either way, getting a series of texts from him telling you he wants to see you and how much fun you had together makes you want to vomit and burn your phone.

Despite your efforts to not get stuck in this memory, you do. Frankie's voice pulls you out of it and thankfully, puts the man out of your mind,

“Still not working out?”

You meet his eyes, “Yeah. I’m either cursed or there are no good men left,” when the words leave your lips, you see something in his eyes, something you can’t put a finger on, “at this point, I think I’m destined to be single and maybe never have sex again.”

Frankie chuckles, his head lowered slightly. Letting your gaze linger, you take in his profile, the way his wavy chestnut hair curls from beneath his hat. Admiring Frankie when he’s not looking is something you’ve done more times than you can count.

Your love and sex life are already a mess. The last thing you need is your secret pinning for Frankie to spill off your tongue right now. It’s a secret. You plan to keep it that way. One more disappointment with a stranger, sure, it would suck but you could handle that. One more “you up?” or ‘wyd’ text from some asshole you never want to see again, you don’t want that, but you can handle it.

But Frankie? What if you laid it all out and spilled your truth and he doesn’t feel the same way? What if he turned you down? If you try and it doesn't work out? What if you try, it’s weird, and you end up losing your best friend? - no, you can’t take that risk. Frankie means too much to you.

“Don’t give up,” when he speaks your name in between breaths, paired with his calming voice, you’re ready to just confess anyway and go in for a kiss, but you hold back, “You’ll make someone the happiest man on earth. I promise.”

You scoffed, “yeah right.”

“Don’t do that,” Frankie sits up, his expression growing serious, “you just have shitty taste in guys. You’re picking the wrong ones.” He adds a little grin at the end.

You point at him, “don’t think I can argue with you there. That or I broke a mirror at some point and didn’t realize it.”

Frankie chuckles, “or, there are good guys out there and they’re not on those fucking apps,” he observes you, then points at your phone, “those apps,” he motions to your phone, “you don’t need that.”

You sigh and drop your gaze to your phone. Then set it on the bench beside you. Your eyes meet Frankies, “no one meets organically anymore. I don’t want technology to have a decent date or get laid but here we are.”

Frankie is quietly observing you and listening. You hold his gaze for a while, too long. You feel a confession dancing on your tongue yet again. Swallowing back the words, you grab your phone and start deleting the dating apps. “Screw it. I’m getting rid of them. You’re right Cat, I don’t need them.”

Frankie sits back and crosses his arms in a relaxed way. After a few moments, he says, “I have an idea. It might be a crazy one.”

You raise a brow, “listening.”

“How about-“he pauses when your eyes meet his, “we go out on a date.”

You drop your phone. Frankie feels a jolt of panic, worrying if that was a bad idea.

The sound of your phone hitting the ground is heard by you, but you don’t care. You stare at Frankie, and a shocked smile slowly builds on your lips.

Your eyes widen, “you and me?”

“Yeah. Look,” Frankie slides his cap off and runs his hand through his hair, “you’re my best friend. You know I care about you -“he takes a beat, “I hate watching you go through all this shit with those guys. I hate seeing you unhappy…” he says your name with so much softness, it makes your heartbeat faster, “I like you; I have for years I just didn’t think -”

His words fade. You’ve always been beautiful to him. But right now, with the glint in your eye and a smile on your lips that could brighten any dark room - it renders him speechless, and any doubts he’s has start to melt away.

Frankie scoots closer to you, he attempts to continue his thoughts but can’t. Words won’t meet his lips. Instead, he does something he’s always wanted to do. He kisses you. Frankie's lips are soft and warm against your own, and your cheek heats up as he cups it with his hand.

The kiss is sweet, it makes your heart flutter and when it ends you want more. Frankie leans back just enough to gauge your reaction.

He’s a confident guy, anxious at times, sometimes a little shy, but confident. And though seconds ago he was sure you feel the same, he’s doubting himself again.

“Was that okay?” He asks softly, his beautiful soulful brown eyes locked on yours.

You smile and throw your arms around his neck, “a little short, but yeah, that’s okay.”

Frankie chuckles and pulls you closer until his lips meet yours. This time, there’s no hesitation, no worry; he kisses you like it's the last time he’ll ever kiss again, he kisses you so deeply he leaves you breathless; your head spinning as moisture pools between your thighs.

As the kiss heats up, your bodies are pressed together, and he nearly pulls you beneath him on the bench. Your fingers are in his hair now, your other hand tugging on his collar. Frankie has one hand on your thigh, the other behind your neck.

The hungry kiss doesn’t break until the beer bottle shatters on the ground, his bottle. You laugh as he reaches down to rescue your phone before it gets wet. Breathing heavily, you both continue to chuckle, and he cups your face again.

“Better?” He asks with a playful grin.

“Fuck yes.” You reply with a seductive smile.

Frankie's eyes dip to your lips, “about that date? Tomorrow?”

You poke his dimple, “Tonight?”

You’re sick of waiting.

You've wanted Frankie for years and after that kiss, you can’t wait for a second longer. Luckily, Frankie feels the same way.

“Okay, “he says confidently, “this is now a date.”

…

You can’t keep your hands off each other.

The official date portion of the night only lasted 30 minutes before you piled into Frankie's truck and ended up at his place. From the door to the living room, you make out passionately, hands exploring each other's bodies as you remove your clothes. It’s been two months since you had sex and the kiss made you feral. In the back of your mind, you wondered if you should slow down, but you don’t want to.

Every time a piece of clothing is removed, his lips are on yours again, the thud of your racing hearts pound between your bodies. As you make your way to the bedroom, he tries to navigate you in the dark, a table there, something falling over here.

“Maybe we should turn the light on?” you giggle.

He kisses your neck, his hands on your hips as you pause in the hallway, just before his bedroom. His body pressing against yours, both of you down to just your underwear now.

You wrap a leg around him, pulling him in closer, and moan as his bulge rubs against you.

“Fuck the light,” he growls, “bedroom now.”

…

In the bedroom, Frankie turns on one light, he needs to see you, to take you in, all of you. He’s seated on the edge of the bed now, admiring your form as you stand before him. He anchors one hand on your hip and kisses the soft skin of your belly.

“You’re beautiful.”

He kisses the spot again, then dips his head to kiss your thighs. Your hands are anchored on his strong broad shoulders as you watch him admiring you. There are no words, no thoughts, just the way Frankie is looking at you and speaking to you, the way his hands feel on your body; you are nearly vibrating with desire now.

Frankie stands. You slide your fingers in his hair as you kiss him, tugging at his dark brown waves. Frankie moans into the kiss and deepens it, needing more of you, his hands moving behind you and greedily cupping your ass.

You slide a hand between your bodies and palm his cock. Your hand on his cock makes Frankie moan and squeeze your ass harder. You imagine it inside of you and grow even wetter.

Frankie kisses you like no one ever has before, the way you read about in books and dreamed kisses could be. And when he slides two fingers inside of you, your knees almost buck, he demands more of your mouth as he fingers you, and you give it to him.

Pleasure rises in you as he feels you up with his other hand. You’ve always loved his hands, you stare at them all the time, you like to watch them work, and this man - he’s a fucking expert, he finds all your spots and brings you to the brink of release in minutes.

Frankie pulls his fingers out and orders you to lay on the bed on your back, knees up. Your breath catches in your throat at the command. You do it. He positions himself between your thighs and spreads them further apart,

“Perfect, just like that - “he groans, taking you in, drunk on you, kneading your thighs with his fingers as he observes you, his eyes clouded with desire.

Frankie knows how to touch you; you purr and moan to way he uses his fingers, his tongue, his mouth, the intuitive way he works your clit. You melt in his hands.

Frankie knows the right speed and pressure to bring you rushing past the edge of desire - to sweet sweet nirvana.

Frankie sits up and licks his lips. You’re seeing double and sucking air into your lungs as post-orgasm ecstasy moves in waves through your body.

He smiles, “all of that for me,” Frankie grins and dips his head again, savoring even more of your release.

Seconds later, Frankie moves up your body and hikes your leg over his hip; you bring your hands to his shoulders as he anchors himself with one hand and wraps the other around his shaft.

His eyes stay on yours as he slides into you, inch by inch, filling you and stretching you deliciously. You gasp and dig your nails into his shoulders,

“Is this too much? Should I go slower?”

He’s thicker, bigger than you’re used to, but you want all of him, every inch. You clench your walls around him and grab his ass, pulling him in deeper, needing more of him. Frankie kisses your jawline, then your lips.

“How's that for an answer?” You tease, pulling him in deeper, he moans and drops his head.

“Fucking perfect - “ he groans, thrusting his hips, sliding the rest of his cock inside your warmth.

You begin grinding your hips together, moaning with pleasure as you fuck. Your bodies move in a rhythm so synchronized it’s like you’ve done this before, and even with the extra stretch it takes to accommodate Frankie's cock, once he’s in, you fit perfectly, like your bodies were made for each other.

You grind your hips faster and faster, your hands traveling each other's bodies as he fucks you into the mattress. Frankie has imagined this so many times, and he would love to take his time with you, but right now, he's feral, the same as you, utterly consumed by red-hot passion.

Frankie changes positions, rolling on his back, you on top of him. As you ride him, you throw your head back in ecstasy. He anchors one hand on your hip and uses the other to rub your clit.

As you fuck, you become drunker and drunker on each other. You on his cock, him on the feeling of being inside of you.

You try to hold on, to keep it going a little longer, dancing at the edge of what you know will be the most exciting, most fulfilling crescendo you’ve ever had.

Frankie is so good with his hands, and his cock, you won't last much longer. Seconds later, you’re moaning his name and collapsing onto him as you come. He grunts and jerks his hips harder, faster, fucking you through your orgasm. When he kisses you again, it's almost possessive and you like it.

Frankie pins you beneath him again, he hikes your legs over his shoulders, thrusting deep into you with a shuttered groan. You cry his name and whimper at this new angle, it's intense and dizzying. The new angle does Frankie in, after a couple of pumps he comes, moaning your name in pleasure.

His body tenses, orgasmic bliss moving through him as he spills into you. A mix of moans and heightened breaths fill the room as he gently lays you on the mattress, then rolls over on his back beside you. Your body goes limp as you catch your breath.

…

Friday Morning

Frankie is up first. He’s never been able to shake his old schedule, when the sun is up, he’s up. Unless he makes an effort to sleep in.

Last night, moonlight streamed through his window and across your sleeping face, now it's the sun. He stayed up a little longer than you and watched you sleep. Same as now.

You stir awake slowly and eventually open your eyes. Squinting, your flash a tired smile at him, “hi.”

“Hi.” His voice is still groggy, and his hair is messy on his head, he looks adorable. Like you, he’s still naked beneath the sheets. Frankie leans over and kisses you.

“I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.” You chuckle and cover your mouth,

“I don’t care, I’ll kiss you anyway.” he grabs your face and plants another kiss on your lips.

You sit up and pool the sheet at your hips, your back against the pillows like him.

“Frankie, about last night?” You raise your brows at him. “Do you think we messed this up by hooking up right away?”

“No,” his brown eyes meet yours, he turns his body to you, “you?”

You reach out and scratch the patchy part of his beard. “No. I hope not.”

Frankie looks at your thoughtfully, then takes one of your hands in his, “the way I see it, this has been building between us for some time. What happened last night was proof of that.”

You nod. Last night was amazing.

Frankie's everything you imagined and more. With one night, he’s erased all your bad sexual experiences and cleansed shitty lovers from your body memory.

He kisses you how you’ve longed to be kissed. Touches you in ways that make you wild and dizzy with lust. The way he pleases you cannot be compared to any other experience you've had; all your past lovers pale in comparison to this.

In the back of your mind, a thought picks away at you. What if starting with sex makes this a sex thing? As fun as that would be, you love him, and you’d want more than that.

Frankie caresses your arm, “hey, where’d you go?”

“Sorry, I just- it’s clear we like each other. We are obviously attracted to each other, but I’m just worried this will turn into a friends-with-benefits situation. And as fun as that could be, I don’t want -“ you trail off and try to read his expression.

Frankie takes a breath and caresses your arm, “I’ve been in love with you for years. I don’t want just a sex thing. I want you and me, together.”

A smile builds on your lips as your worries fall away, you inch closer to him, “I’m in love with you too Frankie.”

Your name is soft on his lips, his eyes full of adoration, “It's official then isn’t it, “he brushes his knuckles over your cheek, “you’re mine now.”

“And you’re mine.” You smile as you climb into his lap and draw him into a kiss.

Masterlist | Frankie | Pedro

#Frankie Morales #pedrostoriesgift22 #pedrostories #Frankie catfish Morales #Frankie x f reader #best friend to boyfriend #fic: how about you and me #frankie morales smut #Frankie Morales fluff #artes moodboards #frankie triple frontier

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whaleofatjme1920 · 1 year

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Hi! I saw your requests for tf2 were open, so I was wondering if you could do something with spy or sniper and an insecure gn reader? Feel free to ignore this if your not feeling it^^ have a nice day!

Spy and Sniper Giving You Affirmations!

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: I mention gender dysphoria a lot in here]

[AN: been in my inbox nearly 2 months im so sorry </3. Also my road w gender has been fascinating but the past few years I've identified as a ciswoman. So, if anything here reads as odd or uncomfortable, let me know and I'll change/edit as requested!]

Reblogs are appreciated!

Spy

Weirdly I think out of the two of them he's the most understanding about this. And I don't mean understanding he would hate you otherwise and be a dick (he's always a dick but not like that), he's just weirdly educated on the topic but refuses to outright admit it.

Anyways, yeah so you're going through one of those days where the dysphoria is getting especially bad. How can he help? He loves you, and I think one of his love languages is acts of service.

So, how can he help you feel less of that? He knows that there's societal expectations for you to look the way the sex that you were born as, would you like to go in another direction? Do you want to vent?

Just let him know and he'll do his best to accommodate. He's very affirming in your identity and will always perceive you as you wish to be perceived.

If your insecurities are in anything else, he's a big hype man without being a stereotypical hype man. He's very realistic and gives a sense of tough love when it comes to loving and trusting, even becoming neutral with yourself. He won't let you talk down about yourself. That's not good for you.

He will always uplift you. By no means is he super duper soft, but he will uplift you and remind you of your worth every single day.

Sniper

Doesn't understand this stuff at all. Very big "what other people do isn't my business" but you're his partner and this is really important to you so now he needs to brush up on what you're talking about.

He's always found the gender binary kind of silly. Understands the concept of being gender neutral, or fluid, but that's about it. Even then, his understanding is flawed. This does not mean he is totally inept though. He's your biggest supporter.

Much like Spy, what do you need? He's a man of action. He will listen to you, support you, and uplift you. You just need to tell him exactly what you want.

Though, he's very observant. If you're not able to say it, he's pretty much on it before you can even start to think of the words to ask. Whether that's breaking away from what other people think you are, or getting you things to feel more at home with who you want to present as, he's very thoughtful and introspective!

He also has a lot of affirmations for you. Has you repeat things like, "I am strong", what not because he read it in the back of a newspaper once while holed up in a sniper's nest for a job.

If it's not related to this, then he's also got a tough love approach but somehow a bit softer than Spy. I think he's more prone to listening, and then acting, whereas Spy manages them all together. Sometimes, you need to be angry and upset or sad, and that's okay. Mundy will support and love you through it all.

#spy x reader #spy headcanon #sniper x reader #sniper headcanon #tf2 x you #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 headcanons #team fortress 2 x reader

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warpfive · 1 year

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MOMENTS THAT MAKE THEM SOFT FOR YOU

times when the voy crew got hearteyes for the reader

CW: gn! reader

CREW: kathryn janeway, chakotay, the doctor, b'elanna torres, tom paris, harry kim, seven of nine

KATHRYN - it was very, very late at night (early in the morning?) and kathryn clearly decided that work was more important than sleep. it wasn’t a surprise to find her still up with an almost-empty cup of coffee in arm’s reach - it would’ve been more surprising if she’d gone to bed, in all honesty. you were groggy, half-asleep, dragging yourself out of bed wrapped in a sheet and stumbling in the direction of the soft noises of the computer. kathryn didn’t register your presence until you spoke up, voice hoarse when you ask if she knows what time it is. she answers, you correct her - to kathryn’s credit, she did look shocked upon learning the time. but instead of scolding her or proving yourself right with the pounding ache behind her eyes, you walk up beside her. softly pulling a PADD from her grasp and mumbling that you want her to come to bed. kathryn’s been a captain for some time now, but she knows an order when she hears one, and follows it with a sloppy smile.

CHAKOTAY - ever since he was a boy, chakotay’s found it hard to really let down his walls around the people he loves. he’s naturally introverted - a strong and commanding presence but intensely private and thoughtful. and though he prefers to keep much of himself to himself, chakotay does enjoy a bit of people-watching, especially when it comes to you. one time, you dragged him into the holodeck for some program that’s been making rounds on the ship. chakotay had no interest in it, but you seemed excited and he couldn’t bear to kill that smile. away from the gray bulkheads and threat of delta quadrant mysteries, you had this light about you, brighter and warmer than the holographic sun and chakotay really couldn’t take his eyes off you. a moment when you were so purely, genuinely you had become one of his favorite memories.

THE DOCTOR - his first time having a “meal” in the mess hall had been with you. it wasn’t a particularly special night - the doctor had been getting used to wearing his emitter more domestically. walks around the ship, visiting the bridge, watching kes work in the hydroponics bay. he never had much reason to go to the mess hall before, but the doctor ran into you on the way and you asked him to join you in the most natural way ever. as if you were talking to a flesh and blood man. the doctor didn’t eat, and you picked at neelix’s dinner while talking about a problem you and harry have been working on and it really struck the doctor how easy it was for you to treat him like any other member of the crew. eventually, you asked him why he was smiling. he said it was the best meal he’s ever had.

B’ELANNA - it did take quite a while for b’elanna to get used to the idea of somebody simply knowing her. she knows she isn’t exactly enigmatic - if she’s angry, you’ll hear about it. still, she prefers to keep people at arm’s length. the less they know, the less they can hurt her. but b’elanna didn’t even realize you’d been observing and learning her until a long, stressful day in the jefferies tube had made her snippy and frustrated. you gave her space, allowed her to vent, silently offered her tea to relax. feeling that hot ball in her belly begin to cool down, she was a surprised - when was the last time somebody stuck around during one of her fits without telling her to relax or leaving? she couldn’t recall. and when you kissed her cheek and told her to get some rest, b’elanna almost asked you to stay. it wouldn’t be logical - you both needed to be up early in the morning. but that night, her quarters felt much less restrictive than usual. and b’elanna went to bed that night wondering if she truly was that easy to read.

TOM - he had no ulterior motives for offering flying lessons - plenty of people on the ship may say otherwise, but in all honesty, tom didn’t care all that much. in his eyes, there was nothing wrong with two people who enjoyed each other’s company to practice something that could come in handy in a crunch. he taught you the basics first (though, tom kinda breezed past them - he knew you were smart enough to catch on). asteroid fields, ion storms, enemy ships, he threw everything at you to teach you the best ways to overcome each obstacle and you did with flying colors. though, you were never very good at landing the shuttle. crash after crash discouraged you up until the one lucky landing but you were so happy, you threw your arms around him with laughter and he didn’t want to burst your bubble by telling you the holographic planet had a lower gravity than even earth. nah, he wanted you to enjoy your little victory, and selfishly, wanted to enjoy your smile.

HARRY - honestly, it’s not hard to make harry super soft - a nice smile and a gleam in your eye is enough to make him fall head-over-heels again. but if there’s one moment to choose from, it’s gotta be when you two were jammed together in the jefferies tubes trying to repair a broken relay. you were talking, throwing jokes around, laughing despite how much it echoes through the tubes. harry, admittedly, lost his focus and accidentally grazed his hand against a live current. with a flash of sparks and the faint smell of burnt circuits, harry let out a little yelp and yanked his hand back. instantly, you were on him, inspecting the damage and asking if he needed to go to sick bay. harry refused, you kept pushing it, but honestly? with the way you cradled his hand in yours and looked so concerned, he barely even felt the pain. he had a stern talking to from the doctor for waiting so long, but harry really didn’t want to leave that tube unless he was dying.

SEVEN - it was during the birthday party of a lower deck engineer when seven realized…she really didn’t know how to socialize at parties. the doctor had given her his own articles he read years ago, and the captain even gave her a bit of advice. but try as she might, seven couldn’t carry a conversation that wasn’t about ship’s functions or laugh at the jokes that tom told and made the whole room bust a gut. she thought about leaving until you came up to her, offering a drink, and asking how she’s enjoying the party. seven figured you would continue circling the room after a small conversation, but no, you stayed right with seven. sometimes bringing her into the fray of a larger discussion, but most times just hanging back and being casual. your motivations? she was unsure. maybe pity for someone unable to be social if her life depended on it. or maybe (and this was harder to grasp) you wanted to spend time with her at a birthday party… seven is going to have to research more on this.

#star trek headcanons #star trek x reader #kathryn janeway x reader #chakotay x reader #b'elanna torres x reader #the doctor x reader #tom paris x reader #harry kim x reader #seven of nine x reader

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tysonfurybattlepass · 8 months

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Heard you were looking for some anon hate, so here's some that I've thought about over the past few years 😉

Your art is pure garbage. Your shading is so basic and yet it looks worse than the drawings on wikihow articles, and your colors are an abhorrent mix that looks like neon puke. Literally one of the first tips beginner artists get is "don't use the airbrush". And what do you do? Airbrush the fuck out of your markings and shading! Your older anatomy and character designs were far more superior while the newer ones are a bastardized version of their former glory days. I'm younger than you and I can actually paint and pick good colors lmao

You haven't improved at all in 5 years. You actually got worse! You're drawing the same snarling cat 20 times a month instead of working on your backgrounds, shading, anatomy and compositions, and their jaws still look crooked with displaced teeth Every. Single. Time! I wonder how strong their bite force is when the lower jaw is at a 45° angle from the upper one?

All your characters look crazy and deranged and like absolute psychopaths. It's not a good look for your "brand" <3 And their torso takes up 90% of their body. How are they supposed to be strong beasts when their stumpy legs can barely hold the weight of your bad stylization? And you call that an improvement instead of godawful anatomy!

And then, and then!! Y're constantly making new characters, drawing them a bunch and forgetting about them! Algernon, Jarith, Lucia, Geneph, Xiaoya, Bailey, Jicama, Utah, Felin, Civen, Afryea, Thyodore,.Tyson (Aster's pet Inostrancevia), Donnie... And you have even more that you haven't even posted about? How does it feel to know that someone knows your characters more than YOU do? Talk about being an irresponsible artist

You're not even creative enough. "Here's a species that looks exactly like a cat but trust me guys it's not a cat, see? it has two extra arms!" "Here are 20 smilodons that are yellow-brown and have spots, but I love all of them and can differentiate between them!!" "Here's a leopard seal who's bigger than the natural ones and is a made-up species (who's supposed to be part bear and I definetely didnt forget about that) even though nothing is different between her and a regular anthro seal!!!"

I hope you give up on art. It won't take you anywhere in life, just like your autistic interest in paleontology won't help you. You didn't even get a superior education, so it's clear you'll live your life working minimum wage jobs because you're not qualified to do anything better. You’re lazy as fuck and you have no excuse for how weak you are.

You say you have 1000 followers but you barely pass 10 notes on your art and even less on your vents, and whenever you demand people to send you asks daily, nobody says anything. So not even your followers like you. They're just observing your every move and are laughing at your pain. The only thing you're good at is being daily entertainment for me and hundreds of others like me.

All your "female" characters loook like males regardless of what they identify as. It's as if you're incapable of drawing women.

Hooray for making all your best characters trans since you seem to be allergic to normal people. I'm glad you confessed that you support the mutilation of middle schoolers / transing gender non-comforming females (Azure).

You call yourself a "he/they" but you're still competing in the women's category cuz you know you wouldn't last in a fight against real men. You're such a failure that even your step father calls you his daughter publicly. (Your parents surely are disappointed in what you've become. I wouldn't be surprised if you were the reason for their divorce)

Only a few years back you were a proud tomboy girl, but I guess you hate yourself so much that you project your self-misogyny through self-identification and an atrocious art style.

You even chose the name “Tyson”, like that troon Chris Tyson. Considering the recent controversy, that’s what people will associate with your name, not whoever “Tyson Fury” is, and truthfully you deserve it.

You're so fragile being called a girl when you look, sound and act like one. Girl. Woman. Female. Dike. Lass. Lady. She. Wahine. Kaikamahine. Did this make you cry some pathetic manly tears? 100% sure you look like the soyjak in the soyjak vs chad meme right now. Can’t wait to read your breakdown on tumblr, if you’re not going to outright delete every account you have to escape me

Typical white girl starving for attention online behavior lmao.

You boast that you are "hot" but you are objectively ugly, not even mid. Your undercut is shit and your face is so damn bland. Your fursona is strong and beefy but you have a thin female body with stick arms and visible breasts. Talk about projection and an inflated ego. You're oozing with narcissism, and I wouldn't be surprised if you got diagnosed with it. It would 100% suit you.

Your "girlfriends" are still lesbian women, but you’re not one? “Transmasc butch lesbian” my ass, you absolute pooner. It’s not that hard to be a regular woman. Pretty sure you're not even dating them, you're just friends who haven't even held hands. And you’re still a virgin lmao. No bitches? 🥺 And you have not one, but two, because you're insecure in your feelings and can't commit to only one person since you need that external validation. I'm sure they're cheating behind your back because they know you wouldn't check on them.

I hope your sleep apnea kills you in your sleep. You deserve it.

L + ratio + you’re a loser + cope and seethe

Don't bother blocking and reporting me, I said all I had to say, I don't plan on interacting with you anymore and I don't have this level of hatred against anyone else.

Now, have I stalked your accounts until their beginning, or have I followed you for a really long time? Or a secret third thing (I stalked you for a really long time)?

the color thing is true but you should get a job

#bro doesnt know who tyson fury is :(#fake fan

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irithnova · 1 year

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Mongolia's best and worst traits

Sorry gave him more good traits just cause 😖

Worst:

He can be quite stubborn, but this can be both a good or bad thing depending on the situation.

Overly determined/competitive : While this can help him and has helped him pursue his goals before, sometimes it means that he hyperfocuses on something and kind of loses sight on another important task.

He can be a bit judgmental towards others. Sometimes he makes judgments towards other people based off of only really seeing them a few times and depending on if he likes the initial vibes or not, it'll affect if he'll go out of his way to chat to them or socialise with them.

Others may see him as blunt or confrontational. In Mongolia, being direct about your feelings or if you disagree on something is common. However to other nations who have cultures that are less direct about things like this, they may perceive this as him being blunt. He's not necessarily seen as rude though, he does try to give more padding to his words for diplomacy reasons.

He can jump to conclusions a bit too quickly sometimes. Mongolia is quite good at sussing out peoples intentions/making a fair judgement on how a situation really happened however because he gets it right so often, sometimes he doesn't realise when he may be reaching or doesn't want to admit when he's reaching

Can be a biiiit of a boomer (doesn't have tiktok or doesn't really go on it and thinks he is better for doing so) but he's a lot better about it compared to other old nations.

He doesn't struggle with empathy but if you complain to him about a situation, he's more likely to give you a logical answer rather than console you as to him that's the most helpful and empathetic/loving thing to do. So you probably have to tell him beforehand if you want advice or if you just want to vent. He is good at consoling/listening when asked to though.

Chronic resting bitch face, monotone voice, perceived bluntness and silence can lead others to assume he is not approachable or that he is aloof.

Though he is okay with other people being emotional and venting their frustrations, he finds that he is not as forgiving towards himself when displaying emotion infront of others.

Best:

He's very observant/a good listener. If you offhandedly say you like a certain type of chocolate, he'll come back months later with those chocolates on your birthday like "oh you said you liked these." Or if you offhandedly say you like a song, he'll remember and play it in his car if he drives you somewhere. As I said before, if you tell him you need him to just listen as you vent, he'd gladly do it for you.

If he's your friend, he is extremely loyal and WILL defend you in public (but will criticise you in private if you were in the wrong)

Almost always shares his food with people. Kind of like the mum friend when he's like "Have you eaten? Would you like some of mine?"

Is a live and let live person for the most part. Even if you do something that he finds secretly a bit weird, he doesn't condone ostracising someone for it if it's harmless.

Will always try his best to help if you ask him! If he sees someone struggling he will also try to help them

He's quite politically savvy and is persuasive when he wants/needs to be.

Logically minded/intelligent. Not just when it comes to strategy. If you get into a debate with him about something, it's almost like he has a ridiculous brain processing speed and he can confidently churn out counter arguments as if they were pre-installed in his brain. Is good at spotting holes in people's logic.

These days, he's actually quite attentive to how people may be feeling in a situation.

Mentioned this in his flaws, but he is quite good at sussing out peoples intentions and is good at making fair judgements on situations.

Determined: While his current situation isn't ideal and it no doubt stresses him out, he is determined to push through.

He doesn't really hold grudges towards people and doesn't try to hold their past against them.

This is more of a fantasy of mine LMAO but if you're injured or hurt, he will literally go out of his way to try and help you recover and is as gentle as he can be about it. Links to his helpfulness trait.

People may assume he has a fiery temper, but he is quite calm actually? His fire only really comes out during heated debate and even then, he keeps it respectful (unless you say something that truly crosses the line... Then God help you, he will rip into you and you will absolutely deserve every ounce of it)

Good with respecting when people may need space

Can be really funny when he wants to be

Is quite adaptable to situations! People wrongly assume that he like. Isn't good with technology or is explicity anti technology because he can't adapt to it. That's not the case at all, he lives in the 21st century too, people! He isn't dwelling on the past all the time.

Hospitable as fxck. Obviously

#hetalia #aph mongolia #hws mongolia #Hetalia mongolia #hetalia world series #hetalia world twinkle #hetalia world stars #hetalia headcanons #Hetalia fandom #Aph Asia #Hws Asia #Aph east Asia #Hws east Asia

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p0pp3t · 1 year

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Tw sh, ed, suicide

Hello I hope this is ok to ask for

But hcs for Al, Seth and Finn with someone who has self destructive behavior? Starving, self harm, overworking, suicidal thoughts

⚠️TW: themes of sh, ed, and suicide

hello, anon! i haven't dealt with these myself, so i apologize if anything i say is wrong or inaccurate

Alphonse 💖

will never force a meal onto you, but always keeps servings for you on hand in case you're feeling up to it

"you have what feels right, babe; whatever you can do is enough."

if the prospect of someone seeing you eat is what gets you, he's glad to give you your privacy

he's patched up seth plenty of times, so he's well-equipped to dress any wounds you have as well

whisks you away from your own work by asking for small favors, and eventually sways you into sleeping; you notice his grasp on you is stronger and feels just a bit more protective

"listen, boo. i don't know where i'd be right now without you. and i don't need to know, that's not a life i want to live. you have done so much good for me, and i need you to know that you deserve the same things too. i can't just make this go away, and if i could i'd do it in a heartbeat. but if i can do anything at all for you, just say the word. i'll always be there, alright?"

Seth 🤎

he enjoys camping and hiking and such, so he's prepared to treat injuries as well! probably walks around with a first-aid kit and all, just in case

happy to serve as a distraction, if it's what you need; takes you on a drive through town on his motorcycle to clear your head

willing to do some of your work to take some weight off your shoulders

if your work is really urgent and it has to be done by you, he'll set you on his lap while you get your things completed

always sure to offer you some water when eating feels like too much

"if your urges ever get too strong, if you ever get too caught up in your own head, i want you to come find me. find me and i'll help you sort something out. things aren't okay right now, so i won't tell you that they are. but i will tell ya that they will be, eventually; and i need you to believe that. hold onto me, sugar, and i'll hold onto you real fuckin' tight."

Finn 💚

brews some hot tea and offers it to you when he notices you haven't eaten

"i'd like for you to at least have this, if food's too much at the moment. forcing it won't do any good though, so take your time."

has patched himself up a few times before (see his reverse comfort audio) so he's ready to tend to your wounds as well! first-aid kits really come in handy for these three

does his best to cheer you up with specially crafted bouquets for you (or flower crowns if that's your vibe)

very observant and notices when you start to overwork, so he'll drag you off on a walk to get you away from it all

"there's beauty in the little things too, orchid. you have made huge changes in my life, and i couldn't be more grateful. but small things you do for people you hardly know, those favors you do in passing? they add up to a whole other world of difference on their own. nothing would be the same without you here, and i need you to know that. your best will always be enough; and if your best today is a little less than it was yesterday, then so be it. you've done your part."

hope you're taking care of yourself, anon! wishing you lots of love and patient healing; my dms are opening for venting or anything of that nature ♡

#yuurivoice #yuurivoice headcanons #yuurivoice alphonse #yuurivoice seth #yuurivoice finn #comfort #tw self destructive behavior #tw sh implied #tw ed #tw sui implied

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bidisaster-peanut-romano · 2 years

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johnny n peanut headcanons? i have greaser brainrot and i need it for my soul 🤲

ooh that’s just my soft spot, i love you for this ask

first of all, peanut is one year younger than johnny, and they met when he was a freshman

ever since day 1 peanut looked up a lot to him. johnny helped him assimilating into the school environment, introduced him to the greasers clique, and made him his right hand man as soon as he became leader (reasonably during the second or third year of school??)

johnny also trusts peanut with his life actually. like, peanut is loyal by nature, but johnny just knows that peanut has got his back for anything, and he does the same for him

johnny is insecure as hell. it’s not like he’s not strong, but he feels he has to act tougher than maybe he’d like to, so at times, esp when he’s in a bad mood, he can come off as cold or rude or bossy. but with peanut he allows himself to take the mask off and just... be himself, be as deep and romantic and insightful as he feels like, without fearing he’ll be judged as less. peanut is kind of his rock, the one he turns to when he feels lost. like a lighthouse

and peanut listens; he is a more empathetic person than it’d be safe to be and he understands how johnny works. to the point that he can also be the one to ground him when johnny isn’t quite in himself. he’s always got the right thing to say to make johnny smile, and him? well he smiles at almost everything johnny can tell him. also because he adores the way johnny might not know the color of his eyes, but he remembers all the small things, his favorite ice cream or his favorite line from that movie they saw together and the way his nostril curls when he smiles. and does peanut love that about him

JESUS CHRIST I JUST REMEMBERED. do u know that one scene from the iliad when odysseus and tow other guys go call achilles to get back to war and they find him playing the lyre melancholically as patroclus just sits in front of him and listens? yeah. that one scene. that’s them ur honor

but really, like. not so differently from patroclus peanut has an almost idealized picture of johnny in his mind, and he adores him with a devotion that can even be self-destructive at times (and lucky, as the observant and realistic almost pessimistic guy he is, has always told him how worried he is about this, not only for peanut himself but for the dynamics of the whole clique). devotion, of course, johnny isn’t aware of in the slightest

like at the same time he wants to be him and to be with him and to be in his shoes and live his life and live life by his side. does that make sense

peanut is the only person who’s ever been at johnny’s house- not even lola was ever called there. i think johnny has a difficult relationship with his parents, and even though i’m not sure about the rumor donald spreads that they’re both in prison, i figure they have been at least for some time. in any case, i think they also have a bad relationship with each other- in general, johnny doesn't really feel at ease about his nuclear family, so he doesn’t alk about it much. but peanut knows everytime something happens with them, and he’s been at his place many times during the years

peanut has got a better relationship with his mother (i hc him has not knowing his father tbh), but she doesn’t like johnny a lot as she thinks he seems a bit too imposing. nonetheless, this doesn’t stop them from hanging out at his place, too

johnny is also the only one who knows that peanut would like to study engineering in college; he doesn’t really talk about it, because it would bring bad luck, but he has confided it to johnny and he is his number one supporter; he really is ready to help him with whatever he might need, whether it’s money or a place to stay or just support

whenever they need to clear their head, they know they can just call each other, take their bikes and ride together a while, go somewhere and vent. they are just there for each other yknow

also sometimes one of them will make some cool change to the bike and call the other up and he’ll be the one to try first the new thing. nothing better than seeing the other’s eyes shine with pride

whenever the greasers have a party, you know they will go to bed late and slum around in the tenements and all. they are always the last ones to go to bed; they’ll just sit in a room by themselves, maybe near a window or not, have a smoke together and talk maybe till morning. talk about movies and dreams and bikes and god and leather. they fell asleep practically cuddled together more than once.

johnny started smoking during his freshman year, but he almost always forgot the cigarettes somewhere; during his sophomore year, when peanut arrived at school, he’d sometimes ask him if he had cigarettes. at some point peanut started carrying a pack around just for him.

johnny is also the one who got him his nickname, as he offered him a sandwich; it was in that occasion that larry found out he was allergic to peanuts. johnny was to one who tended to him when he was sick at his stomach and the nickname stuck

also this is not a headcanon but tad spencer has a quote where he says “when i get through with him, you’ll see that peanut is not that hard to crack”. just putting it out there make it what you want

(no i’m kidding my idea is that tad, being ambitious and manipulative, means to somehow break peanut, therefore making johnny crack and consequently the whole greasers clique, so he can get rid of the obstacle and focus on the preps. just imagining you know.)

yes because the thing is that. johnny is kind of a vacant bullet as a person yknow. like he’s got a fire inside but sometimes it can be hard to keep under control. peanut is kind of his moral compass, the one that keeps him grounded and lucid and stops him from going berserk and burn down everything around him, friends and foes alike. and johnny and peanut are both aware of this

#lmao i left out aaaaaaall the stuff concerning lola. which is a whole other can of worms.AS IN #lolas presence influences A LOT their relationship and their characters. but the post wouldve been THRICE as long #so let that be for another time <3 whenever anyone feels like it <3 unless i do it on my own before <3 #also this feels more like a #bully meta #than an actual collection of headcanons. but whatever i guess???#I HOPE U LIIKE ALL OF THIS IVES. i think u just meant a couple cute hcs but my fingers slipped #also friendly reminder that i love ur greasers and bully art with my heart i think id sell my soul for it <33 #headcanons #bully #bully scholarship edition #canis canem edit #bully cce #bully canis canem edit #greasers #johnny vincent #peanut romano #reqs #odyposts

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kerra-and-company · 2 years

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(@commanderhorncleaver) I'd also like to ask 🙏, 📓, and 🍵 for any character of your choice!

Sure sure!! :D Random thing picker has given me Cio, and these are actually great for her, so let's go!

🙏 Is your OC religious in any way? Why or why not? Do they have other beliefs that govern them in any way?

Not particularly, but Cio very much believes in the Eternal Alchemy and the magical forces that make up this world, which is the closest she gets to anything religious. She "graduated" (in everything but actually having the paper degree) from the College of Synergetics, so it's very much in line with the things she likes to study. (She actually does like...consultant work might be the right word? with Taimi on dragon magic.) But as for other beliefs, hmm...maybe "don't judge a book by its cover". That one's pretty central.

📓 Write a typical diary/journal page by your OC! (or if you’d rather not, describe their journal. Do they keep one, why?)

My brain is tired, so for now you don't get a fully-written entry (I might come back to it though!)--but I can talk about what her journal looks like! She doesn't keep a physical one, but she keeps voice logs in her personal gyro. Some of them are scientific notes, of upgrades and observations and experiments. Some of them are personal thoughts about her day, feelings, etc.--mainly because it's nice to have a place to vent/put those sometimes.

🍵 Are there any rumors about your OC hanging around? Nasty ones or just good humored? Got any gossip to share about them?

The main topic of gossip around Cio usually has to do with people not really understanding her Primordus corruption situation and seeing it as a) strange, b) a threat, or c) both. Most of the nastier side of that has died down over the years due to Cio becoming a more prominent figure (and, of course, the ending events of Icebrood--if the threat people are really concerned about is gone, there's less to say). There's also a particular group of folks who have things to say about her dating Ari, since Cio's asura and Ari's charr, but since the two of them pay the majority of that group no mind, said group doesn't have a lot to sink their teeth into in that area.

#gw2 #cioffi #commanderhorncleaver #thanks a bunch for the ask! :D #i hope you've enjoyed today's dose of cio facts!

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biiscione · 2 years

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@redbritishsniper asks : a drabble about panos in konnie’s pov !! POV DRABBLE / accepting

“Papa,” Konnie’s lacquered nails click against the glass screen of their phone. Word vomit makes its way onto the pixels of their aesthetically - manicured Notes App. Despite all that organization in their little device, all of the order and tidiness of their room, outfits, makeup their mind was a collection of racing, disorganized thoughts, a mix of their greatest fears and anxieties and their epiphanies and gratitude. What better way to purge these thoughts than on a quiet Friday night? They continue: “I’m grateful for him.” The thought that brought this up was a conversation they had with a friend well, it wasn’t a conversation, moreso Giulia venting about how authoritative her father was, demanding of her, insulting he was of how she dressed, who she was. Konnie did not envy that, in fact, it even made them angry for her. How could a father be so cruel and calloused? It was unthinkable.... Indeed, Konnie is spoiled in that regard. In an effort to not seem like they were gloating or bragging that they had a cool dad or grandfather or life, Konnie took to writing in their journal or, in this case, their notes app. It was all they could do to release some of those thoughts in that pretty little head of theirs. “He has never made me feel lesser for who I am.” For their identity, what they chose to wear, who they were attracted to. Panos was every bit of supportive a parent could be to a genderqueer child. They have only ever known kindness and gentleness from him. Though he has become more friend than father as Konnie enters their older teens, Panos filled the role of Father pretty well, even if he had some spotty attendance for the first four years of their life. They could never hold that against him. He was only doing what he could for the good of THEM, as a family, and that eases some of their abandonment anxieties. Dad came back, didn’t he?

So overwhelmed with gratefulness and appreciation, they lock their phone screen and rest the device on their chest, staring blankly at the decorative ceiling of their room. They were here, enjoying the luxury of a fine home, of private schooling, of expensive clothes, all because of his sacrifices sacrifices Panos was less than willing to share. Perhaps they’ll discuss it . . . Someday The ornate door to their bedroom slams open but Konnie doesn’t flinch. Dad never knocks. But he does loiter in the doorway for a moment, Konnie can see the shadow of his tall frame in their periphery. “Hi Papa.” Head of platinum blonde waves turn to look at Panos. “ ‘sup, honey.” He looks tired, Konnie thinks to themself, and, when he steps into the warm light of the room, looks even older. The image that just a glance paints for them is shocking. Dad is getting older: what will they do when he’s gone? “School?” “School was every bit as exciting as ever.” The laugh that fills the air is nice but uncharacteristically lethargic and weak. Konnie shimmies to the far side of their bed as Panos sits on the edge, offering him room if he so wished to relax. “Yeah, well, at least it wasn’t shitty.” “It’s never been.” Konnie jumps, startled by the laughter in response. This time it is genuine, hearty, Dad’s real laugh. “I fucking hated school. ‘m glad you’re like your auntie.” Panos leans back, painfully slow, until he’s on his back, staring up at the ceiling as Konnie had. “You had to like something.” Konnie lays on their side, watching the crows feet at the corner of Panos’s eye tighten and deepen as he observes the ceiling. Yeah, he did look older. A laugh. “Free lunch.” “Papa ” “Uh, reading, I guess. Fuck. I don’t know.” “Literature?” “Yeah, literature, smart ass.” Though Panos laughs, Konnie doesn’t. They’re embarrassed and a bit afraid that their words implied insult. They didn’t mean to correct their father nor did they mean to insult him at all. They loved him so very much, they could never “I mean it, kid,” unfortunately for Konnie, Dad can read them like a book. “You’re fucking smart. Hell-of-a-lot smarter than me. And that’s why I do what I do,” what was that again? “So you can do and be whatever you want to be, baby.” Emotions are high for that anxious little teenager. All those thoughts they had typed away were back again and they think about Giulia and her father and how horrid they would feel to have a father like that. Lithe arms wrap around a tattooed one, Konnie curling their body against Panos’s. Their cheek to his shoulder, they sigh softly, those wheels in their head turning until finally “I am so grateful to have you as my father. I just I hear how cruel and mean other people’s fathers are and I couldn’t even imagine how a dad can be that way. I I don’t know how anyone could survive that. It makes me realize how lucky I am.” Word vomit ends with a simple: “I love you, Papa.” Konnie watches anxiously at Panos’s unchanging expression, head rising and falling only as Dad inhales deeply and exhales. Wait was he was he trying not to cry? Before they can ask him, they’re smothered against warm flesh, Panos holding them tightly to his chest. A kiss or two to the temple and a tight squeeze later, Konnie is released to hear, “I love you too, baby. So much.”

#tw long post #k.answered #p.answered #p.konnie #k.panos #we weepin in this ho #p.writings #k.writings

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Jaye, I've been on this KP fandom, for some time and let me tell its fricking exhausting especially if you're on KP!Twitter lmao like it's an never ending drama: From a very incompetent company, two duscusting and abusive writers, a shitty incel misogynistic actor, toxic and invasive fans and stupid fanwars. I salute you for still standing lol but something that bothers me the most its how many KP fans target and trash Mile for EVERYTHING... do you have any idea/theory why? As far as I know he's been very respectful and polite to fans, he seems diligent and professional in everything he does and let's not forget he pretty much saved KP from cancelation but some people really go their ways with blaming him for everything that happens in the fandom and sometimes the company... I mean he's NOT the CEO and I know fans joke about millionaire Mile that funded KP for the experice but it's truly only that "rumors and jokes". I personally think all Mile did was contact P*nd, absorb Filmania debt and get major sponsors for the new show. Atp I don't even think he's in the board of directors of that filthy company... like I don't even think they have one to begin with lmao they all operate on family-good vibes and no professionalism. Ugh/: I really feel bad for Mile cause he's been nothing but gracious, humble and supporting of his coworkers this whole time.

Sorry for the long post, I just needed to vent and I know how much you love Mileapo while simultaneously hating B*C lol.

I’m glad my reputation precedes me, because you’re absolutely right. I do hate BOC while loving MileApo at the same time. 😋

I’ve been very .. careful about what I say on my Twitter these days. I used to be quite reckless but I decided to take a step back from all of that because the nonsense is incredibly draining these days. Every day, there seems to be more and more bullshit happening in this fandom with this company so .. it’s exhausting honestly, anon. There was a time where I didn’t mind the trash talk, but that was before I realize how much this fandom thrives off of chaos and drama. I’m sure you’re aware of all of this.

I always say that people are entitled to how they feel, but I’m also entitled to speak my own opinion even if it doesn’t match up to what the more vocal fans think. So, here we go. I saw a screenshot once about a couple of weeks ago (or maybe less than that) that pretty much showed that Pond owns the majority of the company and Mile may own 1 share, if that much. 1 share in a company isn’t enough to make any serious or long-term decisions in said company though. Mile is not the CEO of BOC. It was a joke, but the dumbasses who hate him have taken it and run with it so it’s best to reiterate that. With the way this fandom has treated Mile over the last few months, I’ve transitioned from a Kinn apologist to a Mile one. Isn’t that funny? 🤣

At one point, I thought maybe people were coming at Mile because of his former girlfriend. I know the fans within this industry would much rather prefer the actors continuously sell the fantasy of them being non-straight people so their fetishized fantasies aren’t destroyed. I’m not saying that Mile having a girlfriend or dating women in the past makes him completely straight nor am I assuming anything in regards to his sexual orientation. I’m merely stating an observation based on the ways in which these fans think when it comes to this. Most fans in this community want to be lied to and they want to be sold a dream. They don’t want any of these actors to dash those dreams by making them realize that a huge chunk of their faves just may be straight men and nothing more. It could be all of this, or maybe not.

I have yet to wrap my head around why Mile receives the majority of this vitriol. Apo gets some of it sometimes, but Mile has been consistently receiving this bullshit for months on end. I doubt it has anything to do with them not liking Kinn. Honestly, they have no true reason for hating Mile. Let’s be serious. There’s nothing concrete that they’ve found to prove that he��s anything other than what he portrays himself to be. I’ve seen the lies they attempted to spread that’s been debunked a long time ago, and that was their one chance of making the fandom believe him to be something much more awful than he is. I’m not saying that he’s a perfect little angel. All I’m saying is that there’s nothing that justifies the abuse and harassment he gets, and that’s mainly why this show and this fandom needs to be burned to the ground. This is just a breeding ground for people who have no real lives who feel the only way they can get attention is if they start drama and create hate campaigns against actors who haven’t done shit to deserve it in the first place. This fandom is full of immature children if you ask me. There’s a huge chunk of people in this fandom who have yet to live or experience life and that’s why they feel the need to do all of this.

#anonymous #answered asks #this fandom needs to die #I want mile and apo to move on #if the rumors are to be believed; I really hope mile leaves and takes apo with him #just go!#let the fandom destroy itself #that's the only way it's going to end #otherwise; we're going to be dealing with a constant stream of shit for the next two years #imagine that

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