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flowerandblood · 8 months

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The Impossible Choice (51)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: angst, trauma, mention of rape ]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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Aemond had never seen his wife like this before. Pale, shaken, her hands clasped on her laps, her head bowed in thought, her eyes wide open. Even when he hadn't spoken to her in the first weeks of their marriage, even before their first wedding night, she hadn't looked so shattered and broken, terrified.

He swallowed quietly, wondering if she felt what he felt now as she watched from the sidelines how he acted when Luke appeared in his sight.

His hand massaged her womb affectionately and she shuddered as if awakened from a trance, looking up at him sleepily.

"Everything all right?" He asked uncertainly, and she sighed heavily, burying her face in her hands, resting her elbows on the table.

"No. This is some sort of nightmare." She mumbled, sorrow, sadness and weariness in her voice. He thought that now that she was expecting his offspring she shouldn't be worrying about such things, looking at these humiliating scenes.

Both he and she had suffered enough in recent times and he felt he should spare her that.

"Let's go to our chamber. You shouldn't upset yourself in your condition." He said softly and she looked at him surprised. He saw her hesitate for a moment, turning behind her, looking disapprovingly at Aegon and her sister, and then she sighed quietly and nodded.

They both stood up, he let her go ahead, placing his hand on her back, his gesture of reassurance that he was beside her, that he would not let any harm befall her.

Never.

And then he heard his brother's voice directed at them, slightly amused, feigning surprise and disapproval.

"Brother, sister, are you leaving us already?"

They both paused, glancing at them uncertainly. His brother seemed exceptionally pleased with himself, a slight, gallant smile on his face, sure at the thought that he was going to fuck that stupid idiot in his bed tonight.

He wondered how to congratulate him on such a success, and then he noticed the look Floris directed at his wife, superiority and mockery in her eyes.

"My pregnant wife felt worse. She needs to rest." He said with emphasis that his wife was expecting his heir, his child. He saw how surprised Floris took a quick look at her sister's abdomen and pressed her lips together seeing that indeed, it was slightly rounded.

Good for you, you stupid bitch, he thought.

He was sure that Floris, in her empty head, was already planning to torment his wife with questions about why she hadn't given him an offspring yet.

"Aren't you going to congratulate me, sister?" His wife eclipsed, and a big, creepy smirk stretched across his face, not reaching his eye. The satisfaction and pride he felt when he heard her use his own words was indescribable to him, as were the faces of his brother and her sister.

He could feel them burning with shame at the fire of his wife's words and watched it with delight.

He wondered if she had learned this by watching him, or if she had always been like this, only he didn't know it.

Floris swallowed hard, knowing she couldn't leave the question unanswered.

"Congratulations, dear sister. May the labour be easy." She said quietly, he found with satisfaction that there was no trace of her confidence.

He raised an eyebrow as he saw his wife approach her unhurriedly. She placed her hand on her shoulder and leaned towards her with a warm smile, as if to give her some sisterly advice.

"I am sure that you too will soon live to see your child, sweet sister. From the righteous bed, I reckon." She said it so calmly and softly that it was only a moment before he burst into uncontrollable, mirthful laughter, filled with delight at the embarrassed faces of Aegon and Floris.

He thought she had crushed them and felt honoured to be watching.

His wife moved with a light, joyful step towards the exit and he moved behind her throwing his brother a smile over his shoulder, a grin full of mockery.

Stick your cock inside her if you want, he thought.

He didn't give a shit.

When they returned to their shared chamber his wife immediately asked her maid to help her undress. She sighed with relief when she was left in just her nightgown, her hair loose, wavy by being tied up all day. She lay down on their bed, looking up at their baldachin. He got up from his chair and approached her slowly.

He pulled his boots off his feet and his top tunic, staying in just his chemise and black trousers, then pulled the eyepatch off his head. He clutched his sapphire, his head bursting with the way it had been rubbing him all day.

"May I?" He asked, looking at her, asking her permission, and she nodded quickly and smiled affectionately.

When he removed the precious stone from his eye socket she did not even flinch, she just leaned towards the table standing next to the bed and took a small bowl of ointment from it.

He lay down beside her on his back and let her lean over him. She didn't even ask him what he needed, she could see that the inside of his eye socket was all red. She sighed heavily seeing this, her finger covered in ointment began spreading it over his skin, he swallowed quietly feeling instant relief.

"Why are you wearing your sapphire when you have an eyepatch? You're causing yourself pain." She said with sincere worry and displeasure, focused on her task. He did not listen to her, his large hand squeezed lightly on her soft breast hidden behind the transparent material.

"Wait a moment." She said with amusement, but without taking his hand away, allowing him to continue with his activity.

He thought about how soon her breasts would be full of milk, firm and large. He thought of how he would be able to taste her in a new, completely unfamiliar way before, and felt his manhood pulsate hard in his trousers.

Despite his desire, he decided he would let himself and her rest after a hard day. The truth was that the commotion with Floris and Aegon pleased him, for it diverted his thoughts from Daeron, from his burning body.

From the thought that his little brother had died because of him.

He hadn't felt it so much at first, simply being in shock, unable to come to terms with what had happened, but now the knowledge of his death hit him harder and harder and he couldn't cope.

He didn't know how he was supposed to live on with this thought, where to hide from it, so he simply cuddled his face into his wife's chest, allowing himself to be locked in her embrace.

He was ashamed, and he would never say it out loud, but he needed her to quiet the whispers in his head, the stabbing pain in his heart that refused to go away. The touch of her hand, her fingers combing through his hair, stroking his head soothed and calmed him, made him stop thinking about anything and just fall asleep.

He would usually wake up in the middle of the night with his name on his lips, rising up on his elbows, breathing loudly, feeling that his whole body was unbearably hot. His wife touched his shoulder, his cheek, already knowing what she was facing, what he was confronting and for what reason.

"I killed him. I cut his throat. He looked at me surprised, and I don't know why I did it. Where is his body now?" He muttered, looking at her horrified as if he could not believe that he could really have committed such a monstrosity that he had killed his little brother. His wife shook her head.

"My beloved, it was a dream." She whispered, and for a moment he was relieved to think that Daeron was alive.

"Your brother fell from the sky with his dragon over the Eyrie." She explained, seeing the look on his face, his baseless hope that the reality was different to what he would have wanted.

He would then cover his face and burst into loud, uncontrollable sobs, her small hands trying to encompass his whole body, shield him from this pain, comfort him.

He only calmed down when she hugged him to her chest, when she stroked his cheek whispering that his brother was no longer suffering, that he was safe in the heavens with his father, that no one in this world could hurt him anymore.

That her father was surely also watching over him as he had watched over his own son.

This vision, a vision of the heavens that he himself was not sure he believed in, a vision that he would still see him, that his brother was watching over him, reassured him.

He would then come back to his senses and calm down, wiping his face, embarrassed by his state, apologising to her, explaining that he didn't know what was happening to him, that he would pull himself together.

"You're suppressing it too much inside and your body can't cope anymore. You have to let all the grief and sadness flow out of you because otherwise this poison is running through your veins and killing you from the inside." She whispered, kissing his temple, and he tightened his eye, stroking her hand that embraced him, the hand of his beloved wife, the only person he trusted, to whom he could tell all this.

"I'm afraid I won't be a good father, sweet wife. I won't be able to show this child what I feel even if I want to." He said helplessly, and she sighed quietly, stroking his cheek and shoulder reassuringly, letting him lie on top of her in a semi-sitting position.

"No one is born a good parent, only becomes one. Our father rarely spoke of his feelings, but he showed them with his gestures. Just as he showed them to you." She said calmly, he felt a warmth in his lower abdomen when she said "our father" about Borros, as if she recognised that in fact, what her father had done for him was in some way his show of fatherly love, his acceptance of him.

He swallowed loudly and slid his head down, hugging her abdomen, placing a kiss on it through the thin material.

"Gods, what a joy you are in these cruel moments for me and your mother." He whispered softly, feeling her hand on his hair, stroking his head tenderly. He firmly believed that their child in her womb had felt and heard his words.

He watched from the sidelines as his wife struggled to accept the news that, despite her initially platonic intentions, Floris had finally ended up in Aegon's bed. Aemond was unsurprised, he knew they were both desperate to prove to everyone around them that they could be happy and fulfilled, even if it was just for show.

It was pathetic, but he had begun to worry when Aegon had said that his wife's father's body would leave King's Landing in Ser Criston's care, and that Floris Baratheon would remain in King's Landing as a lady of the court. Aemond's lips tightened at these words.

"Does our sister know of this and has she consented to it?" He hissed clenching his hand in front of him into a fist, the other members of the Small Council also looked at the king in disbelief. Alicent shook her head, Aemond knew she had made Floris drink the moon tea.

She was not going to let Aegon have his white-haired bastards running around the Red Keep to the humiliation of the whole family.

"Aegon. End this at last. You are causing a scandal with your behaviour and breaking any good manners. The Great Sept has also expressed its indignation on this matter, and I do not understand why you remain deaf to my requests." She said with desperation, Aemond had never seen her so pale and sleepless before.

She was tired.

His brother did not speak for a long time, looking ahead in thought. He didn't like the concentration on his face, he knew his brother was thinking hard about something and it didn't bode well. Everyone waited in suspense for his words.

"I realise that my behaviour has caused outrage and opposition from the lords. That I harm the good name of House Baratheon, to whom, after all, we owe so much, and the good name of my brother's wife." He said calmly, Aemond looked at him breathing unevenly sensing that something was coming. He could feel the cold sweat on the back of his neck.

Something was wrong.

"I have decided to put an end to this contemptible action on my part and marry her as my second wife in the tradition of old Valyria, as my namesake predecessor, Aegon the Conqueror, did." He concluded, finally lifting his head, meeting stares full of disbelief.

Aemond heard this silence around him.

A silence full of tension.

He hid his face in his hands resting his elbows on the table thinking that his brother was a moron, an idiot, a fool and would destroy them all. His mother looked at him on the verge of a nervous breakdown, leaning back in her chair, shaking her head.

"Aegon. You already have a wife. The wife you couldn't take care of, your sister, and who will remain your only wife until you die." She said with emphasis on the last words, desperation and rage in her throat. Otto stared at the table with his lips clenched and laughed under his breath.

"You are a fool, Aegon. A hollow child, hungry for kind words, who only wears the crown of Aegon the Conqueror. If you think anyone at this table will allow you to take a second wife, you are sorely mistaken." He said sharply, quickly, somehow wanting to turn his words into a joke, as if he had simply pulled another stunt that everyone must forgive him for.

Aemond saw the look on Aegon's face, however, and knew that Aegon had foreseen this turn of events. He turned to one of the guards standing by the door.

"Please escort my grandfather out and lock him in his chamber until I change my mind −"

"− Aegon −" Their mother began, but he continued.

"− as from today, he is no longer the Hand of the King." He communicated dryly, wiping the table with his hand as if he had just shaken some fleck off the table. Otto lurched away, but the second guard moved to the first's aid, his grandfather looking at him with rage.

"What are you doing? Have you completely lost your mind?!" He hissed through clenched lips, Aegon looked at him dispassionately.

"Be glad you are alive, grandfather. For such words concerning the king and his future wife, anyone else would lose their head." Said with emphasis on the last words, the guards led Otto out of the room despite their mother's objections. The door closed behind them, everyone sat in suspense.

"Does anyone else wish to be led out of here and stripped of their function? To insult their king?" He asked, looking around at the faces of those gathered, Aemond looked blankly at his sphere. "Very well, then −"

Aemond stood up suddenly, interrupting him, Aegon threw him a surprised look. His brother's lips tightened when he saw that his younger brother had taken his ruby orb from its niche and approached him with an unhurried step. He looked down at him, placing it in front of him.

Aegon looked at him as if he expected Aemond to spit at him.

"You are making a huge mistake, brother." He said, turning and walking out of the hall, paying no attention to the pleading voice of his mother.

He walked down the corridor towards a chamber he seemed to have not been in for ages, though he did not know why. When he entered, Helaena was sitting on the floor with her children, arranging some sort of construction with them. She lifted her dreamy gaze to him and smiled, rising slowly from her knees.

He wasn't sure when they last spoke. Did he ever ask how she was feeling and if it was hard for her. Although he felt sorry for her, he couldn't show it to her. He wasn't as supportive of her as Royce had been of his wife.

"Do you know about what our brother decided?" He asked dispassionately. His sister nodded at her servant, who grabbed her children's hands and led them into a second, separate room, closing the door behind her. Helaena walked to the window, fiddling involuntarily with the rings on her fingers as was always her habit.

"Yes. He asked my permission." She said finally. Aemond's lips tightened at those words.

"How could you say yes?" He asked in disbelief, stepping closer to her. She looked at him as if she did not understand his question.

"He said he wouldn't do it if I objected, but that when he married her he would be happy at last. That he had never experienced such a feeling." She whispered, looking down at her hands, the skin near her nails was red, just like their mother's.

Their expression of stress, panic and terror.

"If she becomes his wife and bears him children out of wedlock, I'm sure she'll slit my nephews' throats while they sleep." He said grabbing her shoulders, wanting to shake her, to make her realise how serious the situation was.

"Uprisings will break out, people will turn on him. He will destroy everything Daeron died for, all the advantage we gained. He will give Rhaenyra a gift she could never even dream of."

Helaena looked away and shuddered heavily at the sound of their brother's name, she did not look at him, clearly confused and undecided.

"He… changed while you were in Harrenhal. He doesn't drink as much anymore. He visits our children, we have dinners together sometimes. He doesn't force me to do anything, we even talk sometimes, I…" She said and did not finish, her voice breaking off. Her gaze was distracted, her body was trembling all over.

"I'm afraid that if I refuse him, he will turn into what he was again."

Aemond hugged her to himself and she burst into such a loud sob that he was surprised. So many years it had seemed to him that his sister had endured it all meekly and silently and paid no price for it, that she was simply pretending not to see what her brother was doing.

He didn't ask her if Aegon was hurting her, if he was causing her pain, because that was more comfortable for him, because he didn't want to fall asleep with the thought that perhaps his brother had just raped his sister.

Now, however, he wanted to be there for her, to take Royce's example and show her that her fate had never been indifferent to him. He stroked her hair.

"Aegon will only listen to you. For the sake of the kingdom, for the sake of all of us, you must go to him and convince him that he does not want this wedding at all. Otherwise it will destroy us all from the inside. I promise I will never let him hurt you again." He whispered, pressing his forehead against her shoulder, and she wept loudly in his embrace.

He knew she would do the right thing.

What happened next depended on her success.

He thought that the face he had seen in the dream was not Daeron, but Aegon.

And that it would become a reality if his brother chose wrong.

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seasidefallenangel · 5 months

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take me down into your paradise 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

summary: spicy headcanons for kanata + iori

✣ his entire life, kanata has avoided physical contact with anyone with isn’t nayuta. getting him to hug and kiss you was a herculean task as is, so it’s going to be quite some time before he’s comfortable enough to have sex - and even then he’ll act like it was 100% your idea and he wants no part in it.

✣ it’s not so much he’s disinterested in sex rather that he’s unfamiliar with the desire in the first place. he’s been so laser focused on survival his whole life that he never had the luxury to become invested in relationships and he certainly wouldn’t even bother with a one night stand.

✣ which means that the first time you sleep together, you’ll have to guide him without making it explicitly obvious you’re doing so. you know he’s inexperienced, and he knows he’s experienced, but he’ll turn bitchy if it’s brought up.

✣ despite his lack of sexual history, kanata knows what he wants. and he is mean. he’s inherently kind of an asshole in general, and it only increases tenfold when he’s in a situation where he’s showing vulnerability. his hand rarely leaves your neck - cutting off your airflow every time you clench around him in a way that sends his mind haywire or when you look at him a little too affectionately with those lovelorn eyes.

✣ kanata will never outright tell you what kinks he has, but it’s easy to figure out. he’s a biter for sure, his fang sinking into the junction of your neck and drawing the slightest bit of blood. he’ll mutter a half-assed “sorry” and lick the wound before dragging his teeth across and nipping then repeating the process again.

✣ on the flip side, he dislikes overly flowery praise. rather than you telling him it feels good, he thinks you being unable to even speak coherently is a better compliment. he won’t whisper any sweet nothings to you either and instead opts to degrade you for being too loud, too annoying, for feeling far too incredible wrapped around his cock.

✣ as someone with a lot of pent up anger, kanata rarely finds healthy outlets to blow off some steam, and even then it’s not like he can do much with you when he lives with nayuta. so don’t be surprised when he shows up at your house in the middle of the night after a shitty day, not even letting you get a word in as he forces your door open and roughly grabs your jaw between his thumb and forefinger before angrily pressing his lips to yours ; as if it was somehow your fault that his errand for iori got fucked up.

✣ not only is he too young for kids but he’s not nearly emotionally mature enough to raise one, especially not where him and nayuta live right now. he knows this, yet every time he swears to himself he’ll pull out it gets shoved to the back of his mind when he sees the creamy ring around the base of his cock from your repeated orgasms. from there, everything is a haze as his hips meet yours at a near animalistic pace.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“would it kill you to shut the fuck up?”

kanata’s voice is a sharp growl as he harshly thrusts his hips against your aching cunt. every tear that slides down your cheeks pisses him off even more while also causing the burning in his chest to grow larger. he loves you - he’s sure of it - but he prefers to fuck you like he hates you. he doesn’t have to deal with how precious you look beneath him when he’s spitting out words of cruelty.

his lips meet yours in a rushed kiss and when you obediently open your mouth to let his tongue in, he can’t help but tighten the grip he has on your bruised neck. he’s so lucky to have you and he can’t stand it, it’d be so much easier if you just left him behind. but he knows you won’t, and he’d be an idiot to leave something so perfect, so he supposes he’ll have to do with ramming into you until you’re a babbling mess.

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

✣ iori is a self proclaimed lover and not fighter, emphasis on the lover. (don’t believe him - he’s both.) he’s been around the block a few times but nothing permanent, moreso something to let off steam before going back to his hectic life. he swears up and down he’s done and over with seeking out flings now that he has you, not that you doubted him. on the bright side it means he’s more than skilled enough to properly take care of you in bed.

✣ a service top more than anything else. he’ll make sure you cum at least twice before he can even humor relieving himself, stating that your blissed out expression is ten times more satisfying than any orgasm he could have. he relishes in every overstimulated cry you let out and has half a mind to record it to listen to on repeat alone in his office.

✣ speaking of his office, simply seeing you walk through the door is enough to get him going. you’re not one of his hostesses but the idea entices him deeply no matter how taboo the “boss and employee” relationship dynamic might be. he lets his imagination run a little wild as he pins your arms to the top of his desk, gently gliding his finger over your clothed pussy. a self-satisfied smirk adorns his face while he coos at how easily you adhere to his whims and how maybe he can hire you. he has confidence that you’d rake in absurd amounts of cash but the idea of any other man admiring what belongs to him makes him a little antsy ; there’s no way his patrons wouldn’t walk out with a broken wrist for the lightest touch on your body so that idea is quickly thrown out the window.

✣ he hides his cruelty under the guise of adoration. your tears are the quickest way to get iori hard and the second he sees that misty look in your eyes as you orgasm from his fingers, he’s giving you no time to recover before harshly shoving his cock in. don’t believe his apologies ; that fanged smile he gives you tells you that he’d do it over and over again just to hear the way you whimper.

✣ iori eats pussy like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do - the type to say “thank you for the meal” before burying his face in your cunt for the next half hour. his eyes rarely look down, instead opting to stare up at the way you writhe for him and beg him to slow down, stop, let you breathe - none of which he listens to. it’ll be worth it in the end when you’re nice and prepped for him, so be a good girl and take it, okay?

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

the ache in your legs only grows stronger as iori pushes your thighs past their limit for the sole purpose of eating you like a five course meal. his tongue dips and swirls into every possible spot he can reach, only coming up for a moment to nip at your thigh and look at you with a shit-eating grin.

“yanno, if you knew how good you taste, ya’d spend as much time down here as me,” is all he offers before diving back in, not planning on letting you go until his face is covered in your slick and you’re a trembling mess beneath him.

#paralive x reader #kanata yatonokami x reader #iori suiseki x reader #paralive scenarios #paradox live x reader #paralive imagines

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mblue-art · 1 year

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I HEARD SOMEONE SAY THAT THEY'RE CALLING LUST AND CROSS TO BEAT YOU UP FOR NOT CALLING YOURSELF COOL. SO I'M HERE TO MAKE SURE THEY DO.

Lust burst through the door without hesitation, nearly knocking it off the hinges if Cross didn't steady it immediately after.

"M, MY LOVELY DARLING, WHERE ARE YOU?"

"Lust, you don't need to shout-" Cross tried to get him to calm down, but the Lust Sans was on a mission.

"Now hold it just a minute-" Lust pulled away from Cross as soon as he got a glimpse of you. "M! I heard that someone was denying you of the obvious compliments that you deserve." He chuckled as if someone had said something amusing. "- and that someone was you." He quickly took your face into his hands, pulling it close to his, barely inches away as he looked into your eyes with a smoldering intensity. "But that can't be true, right? You? You? My amazing, stunning, and absolutely wholesome koala bear? Anything less than a compliment of perfection isn't allowed - especially not someone denying it, right?" He looked over his shoulder at Cross. "Right?" There uh... was a little bit of a threat behind that 'question'.

Although, it wasn't as if Cross would have denied it. "M-mhm." He replied, nodding bashfully as he crossed his arms and looked off to the side with a blush he tried to beat down. "Of course... she's talented, kind, and..." His blush deepened, as he fruitlessly grasped at his shoulder as if he wanted to pull his hood up to hide his embarrassment. "and beautiful." He whispered.

"I'm sorry, what was what?" Lust teased him, wanting him to clearly state his affection for her. "Speak up, Crossy~!"

"Beautiful! Okay?? She's blinding and - and yes, cool! Alright?!" He huffed, finally pulling his hood over his head to hide his blush. "I... wouldn't trade her for the world. She's... special." He admitted with a softer tone.

Lust simply nodded, turning his attention back to M. "Exactly. So, the next time someone calls you 'cool' or any other compliment you don't feel comfortable agreeing with so eagerly because you're far too humble, direct them to us, and we'll help agree with them for you, my dazzling gem." He placed an affectionate kiss to your cheek and even nuzzled it for emphasis. "Now come on! We're already here, we may as well get into a cuddle pile!"

HUH WTF WTF LYYYY AAAAAAA

HELP I HAVENT EVEN STARTED READING YET YOUVE ALREADY GOT ME SMILING LIKE A FOOL!!!1!1!1!! SHAKES MY FIST AT THE SKY

live mblue reaction (lots of screaming) under the cut (very much littered with cussing, tread carefully /lh)

I am going insane /j (HELP. L BUSTING THRU THE DOOR IM 😳😳😳 he is. . Strong 😳) (L and C interacting,, , oughf the dynamics, ,, ///////// my purble idiots i love them so)

oh Ly you are fucking killing me

(L!!! YOU SWEETHEART RRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHH)

WAAAA KOALA BEAR?!?!!?!?? ////////// (so true i would,, cling,,,)

I am hiding my stupid smile under my shirt collar ohmygoddddd

LMAO CCCCCC god god god i love them i love my skeleton bfs what the hell

llLOOOKING AWAYYYYY SCREAMS—!!!!! C!!!!!!!!

(c crossing hsi arms the pose THE POSE AAAA/////////)

(aha aheh eyyy i was about to say smt abt 'beautiful' but uh 🧍 LMAO)

(oh hes such a tsundere oh no oh no 💘💘💘) (your honor this is so funny we're both dumb tsunderes in love... i forget that hes a tsundere sometimes)

SHAKING. SHAKING AND CRYING AND SHAKING I

WWWwwwWwWwwWWWAAAAA THE WAY HE SAID 'SPEAK UP CROSSY' IM 😭😭😭💕

(hood up cross my fucming beloved ive only recently appreciated that adorable visual more about a month ago after rereading the xtale comic and rewatching the xtale eps with simp eyes i am <333)

WAUGH FUCKIN FUCKING HELL, C!!! /POS

UUEUEUUEEUUEUEUEUEUE CUDDLE,,PILE,, ,,

(ough L is so good..., ,L is so good i- he has my heart- BOTH OF THEM HAVE MY HEART-)

AGH!!!! WAILS thank you sm ly i feel,,, ,so loved,, ,im love,,, , my porble skeleboyfrwends,,, , /)/////(\;;

#ask #mblue talks #lylia9000 #scenarios #lylia the lovely writer friend that she is- breaks me (REAL) (NOT CLICKBAIT)#i am dead on the gorund. family guy death pose style /j/j/j #i RLLY need to organize my askposts someday hsjdbcn #LMC

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cosmickyeom · 2 years

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seventeen, boyfriend headcanons ⋆ ﹕₊˚ types of kisses with kwon soonyoung

word count: 0.4k genre: fluff warnings: mentions of alcohol a/n: kwon soonyoung is whole dork and a half. it would be a JOY to see what would happen if love was tossed into the mix.

when i think of kwon soonyoung, i think of air kisses. not the air kisses that are exchanged quickly in passing. nope! you two are much more annoying better than that! this is an exchange that becomes a bit of a game for you two. he presses a kiss into the center of his palm to blow it into your direction which you pretend to catch and immediately throw it back at him. next, he suddenly has an air-baseball bat and hits it back to you, only for you to be prepared to kick it back to him. the 'kiss' is now bouncing around on his body as he does a bit of popping and locking before he uses his head to knock it back over to you. when you finally grab it between your fingers and smash it to your cheek, hoping to end the whole ordeal, you would only be met with a disappointed whine from your boyfriend. 'THE KISS WAS MEANT FOR YOUR LIPS!' he'd be heavily leaning towards the dramatics when he's throwing his arms in the air. literally everyone thinks that you two are the world's biggest idiots, but they would also have to admit it's cute that you bring out the kiddish sides of each other, at least until soonyoung points at you and declares that you have to start over, thus restarting a new air-kiss song and dance. if soonyoung is affectionate towards you when he's sober, there needs to be a brand new word for what happens to him when he's got a bit of alcohol in his system. you'd know that he's just had a little too much to drink when he's clinging onto you and following you around just so he doesn't lose the subject of all of his affections. as you're doing your own thing, you can expect him to be happily shuffling behind you! he's holding your hand to press kisses into your palm and onto your fingertips just because he loves that it's his hand to hold. he has an arm around your shoulders or leaning on the back of your chair so he can easily kiss the top of your head between conversations. the boys joke that they (emphasis: ALMOST) miss being the main targets of his drunken kisses. as much as soonyoung is devoted to his significant other, i'm pretty sure he's going to be drunk-kissing seventeen for as long as he lives. this is something that you'll have to accept. i'd also like to add that when he inevitably taps out early into the night, his favorite thing to do would be to rest his head in your lap with your fingers running through his hair as the party continues around you two.

#seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen headcanons #hoshi scenarios #hoshi fluff #hoshi imagines #hoshi headcanons #soonyoung imagines #soonyoung scenarios #soonyoung headcanons #kira's musings #soonyoung #kwon soonyoung #soonyoung x reader #hoshi x reader

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dribs-and-drabbles · 1 year

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#BADBUDDYREWATCH

Ep 9

Seriously, how, HOW did Wai listen to Pran say he's afraid people will find out about him and Pat and STILL reveal their relationship in such a public way. He would have been unfriended for LIFE if he did that to me. I'm so mad at him. SO MAD. Poor little pathetic man-child didn't like that Pran lied to him. DON'T CARE. What he did was UNACCEPTABLE. (gosh I didn't realise I would feel so angry watching this again).

I LOVE that they used the same music again as the end of ep 8 (First Shooter by Bonnie Grace). The energy and drama in the ending...amazing!

Yeah, no, even after hearing Wai's reasoning why he's so upset I still don't have sympathy/empathy for him. 🤷🏽‍♀️ I love you Jimmy but Wai, no.

After all that emphasis with the rivalry and 'sides' last ep with the costumes, Pat and Pran explicitly talk about how things are going on their different sides...

The sacrifice. My man Pat is down baaaaad. He'll do anything for his man Pran. And even though Pran doesn't say anything, the fact that he pulls Pat's hand away speaks volumes. He sees the sacrifice Pat would make for him, basks in it even, the love that flows between them, and draws so much strength from it. It's how he can be so open now with Pat even though their friends/faculty have abandoned them, they have each other.

Pat getting the red vest which puts him and Wai on the same team - yes, it's supposed to cause tension between them but it's also symbolic of how, through their shared love of Pran, they are on the same team/side now. They have to be, or at least have to work out a way to be, for Pran.

And I love that through it all, with Wai being the most man-baby possible, Pran doesn't push Pat away. He allows Pat to still tease and play with him out in the open even though it upsets Wai more... The understanding, the conviction, the trust, the happiness he gets from Pat...

Ahhhhhh I just love the hotpot double date! Squeeeeeee!

We always talk about Pa's Oh moment - that she started questioning herself after Ink suggested she could be a love interest for Pa - but I don't think we've talked about Ink here - she must have walked away feeling crushed, having had to tell Pa that she was joking about hitting on her. But it's ok, because Pa got there in the end!

It's a shame the subtitles didn't include "My boyfriend is" instead of "you're" when Pat says "You're trying to make up with him here" because I'm pretty sure that's what Pat says. Out loud. For everyone to hear. 💪🏼

Oh dear god the second hand embarrassment I felt for the drink scene...but honestly it makes me laugh so hard now. Pat and Pran are made for each other. They're both dorks. Idiots (affectionate) in love. smh.

I just realised what the cold shoulder Pran gets from Safe and Louis reminds me of...a scene in my fav movie of all time, Some Kind of Wonderful, when the lead female's friends gives her the cold shoulder. Worlds colliding...🤯 (honestly, if you haven't seen this movie then do. It's really dated now, but it's a great friends-to-lovers film...most likely problematic nowadays...but SO GOOD). Back to Safe and Louis -> They're not giving Pran the cold shoulder because they want to per se but because it's what's expected of them in their 'social circles'.

Omg I forgot about the rugby 'choreography'...this would have taken a while to practice.

And I've just remembered PAT GETS SHOT at the end of this ep 😂

Napat "I like it tough" Jindapat.

The way Pran is totally ok with Pat answering his door and letting Korn into his dorm. Not an eyelid batted.

The bridge shirt!

I still think we should have gotten Korn and the guy who played Kwan together 😄

Yes! Fierce Pat again!

AHHHHHH PAT GOT SHOT!!! BAHAHAHAHAHA!

OH MY GOD...@seeking-moonscapes, Wai tells Pat in the hospital, "Next time, don't butt in." Exactly the same that Pran told Pat in ep 5! Pat should have listened to Pran back then and learnt from it!

Yeah. I love this show.

#bad buddy #badbuddyrewatch #bad buddy episode 9 #lin-live rambles the bad buddy rewatch #I also watched this one earlier than today #since I'm busy working alllllllll day #I'll try to reblog others' content but even that I might have to do tomorrow #damn work getting in the way of my blorbos

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firedragon1321 · 1 year

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So there was an isekai manga back before the oversaturation/mess called Marchen Awakens Romance. It was kind of tropey but it was one of my first manga so I have a soft spot for it.

Especially Ginta Toramizu.

Just look at this idiot (affectionate). He has emo bangs in this image only due to the angle, but I wanted a screen cap/panel with the little chibi fang. I always found it cute.

Also he has a ponytail. He played a role in my artistic habit of drawing guys with ponytails. I feel like a lot of him was absorbed into my OC Soren.

Also Ginta had glasses until he got isekai-ed. Normally you couldn't see his eyes to make him look like a dork.

But when you could see his eyes?

Honestly, I think he looks better with them. AU idea- he's stuck with them and has to figure out how to navigate a shonen battle manga with the chance of turning into Velma at any moment.

But enough prattling on about his design. Ginta is your average idiot shonen protag. Emphasis on idiot. But I love idiot shonen boys so I don't care. What got me as a kid was the intense training arc this guy went through. After which he was a different character. No more chibi fang and a lot less lovable idiot traits. And there was a lot of suffering to get there.

TW for a manga panel including vomiting up blood below the cut. Not too graphic but still dead dove.

This one panel changed me. It made me feel so bad for Ginta, and any other character sent through a training arc. I remember wanting to hold him and tell him things would be okay.

Every time I see that panel, the feeling returns...

Um, let's end on a happy note. Here's another cute screencap. Big happy face!

#ginta toramizu #mar #marchen awakens romance #tw blood #tw vomit #tw vomiting up blood #that panel messed me up as a kid #he was a lil stuish but so stupid and soft i still love him

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hollygl125 · 1 year

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Survivors in the Night: AAFS Conference to Las Vegas: A How They Met Story

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: CSI: Crime Scene Investigation Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gil Grissom/Sara Sidle Characters: Gil Grissom, Sara Sidle Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, References to Canon, Canon Compliant, Unless I Messed Up, First Meetings, Smitten at First Sight, Nerds in Love, the love is requited, they're just idiots, Mutual Pining, Denial of Feelings, Romance, Fluff, Only Canon Angst, Definitely No Case Files, i just need them to be happy, totally self-indulgent, CSI as Rom-Com, Emphasis on Rom, Don't Hold Your Breath for Com, F. Scott Would Say I'm a Sentimental Person Not a Romantic One, Science Nerds (Affectionate) Series: Part 1 of Survivors in the Night: A Las Vegas Love Story

Summary:

Gil Grissom meets Sara Sidle at the 1998 forensic academy conference in San Francisco. They immediately fall in love. Maybe that should have been the end of the story; maybe it should have been that easy. But it wasn’t, not for these two science nerds. They live happily ever after, eventually, but not in this story. This story is the first loop in their roller coaster ride, though. This story gets Sara Sidle to Vegas.

#csi #gsr #sara sidle #gil grissom #sara x grissom #grissom x sara #jorja fox #william petersen #💛: survivors in the night #survivors in the night: a las vegas love story #fanfic #fan fiction #ao3 #archive of our own #gsr fanfic #last chapter of this first story has now been posted #art credits in comments #my collage #csi graphics

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the-jam-to-the-unicorn · 1 year

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JAM??HELLO?WIP NAMED LEATHER BELT??

"You're in trouble …" Lenny said in a singsong voice as she walked past him, grinning. Volodymyr glanced at her only briefly before looking at his wife. She seemed to be ignoring him. At least she wasn't looking in his direction but was in the process of taking the wine bottles and glasses to the kitchen. "Trouble," Lenny sang again, and with a sigh, Volodymyr looked at her and smiled before escorting her to the door. "Good night, Lenny," he said once they got there, and they gave each other a quick kiss on the cheek. Lenny just grinned widely and waved at him before she turned and left. "Trouble!" she called again, and with a sigh and a shake of his head, Volodymyr watched her go before closing the front door. (…) "On a scale of 1 to 10 … how mad are you?" asked Volodymyr contritely. Olena didn't even respond at first but finished drying the wine glass before putting it back in the cupboard. "Me, mad? Why would I be mad?!" she asked sarcastically, and Volodymyr gulped when he saw her look. "I'm really sorry," he said meekly and slowly took a few steps towards his wife, who had refilled her wine glass and was taking a sip. With a resigned sigh, she looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "So? What state disaster did you prevent?" "We'd still have to read over the new law. The amendments must be incorporated tomorrow to get it to the parliament on time." "Ah," Olena only replied and took another sip of wine. Volodymyr took a few more steps closer and carefully put his arms around his wife's waist before tenderly pulling her close. He saw Olena trying to suppress a smile, and she just shook her head. "I'm really, really, really, really, really, really, really sorry," he finally said softly, putting extra emphasis on each "really". Olena sighed again and shook her head before rolling her eyes. "After all, I know I married a workaholic. It would just be nice if my husband didn't forget me on our anniversary," she finally replied with a trace of reproach in her voice. (…) "I'm really sorry," Volodymyr said again, gently stroking Olena's leg. With a sigh, she finally looked at him for a long moment and caressed his chin and cheekbones with her index finger. Volodymyr tenderly grasped his wife's hand, and their fingers intertwined. He brought the back of her hand to his mouth and kissed it fondly while maintaining eye contact with Olena. "Your husband is an idiot," he murmured softly, putting his free hand on her cheek to caress it. A small smile spread across Olena's face, and Volodymyr saw her gaze slowly become affectionate and tender again. "I would agree with that statement," she finally replied, and Volodymyr returned her smile. "Just promise me that you won't forget me again. And keep this promise this time." "I will never forget you!" "You know what I mean, Vova." He looked at her briefly, then nodded gravely before leaning toward her. Then, for a moment, he paused with his lips just millimetres from hers, giving her a chance to turn away if she was still angry. Olena indeed seemed to hesitate for a moment, but then she closed the gap between them and kissed him as lovingly as he knew she would. Volodymyr deepened the kiss and returned it affectionately.

Answer to the WIP Game.

#you get both #you get a glimpse and a part of the art #many many many thanks to the leather belt anon who send the art as inspiration!!!!#THATS SO COOL THAT SOMEONE SENT ME ART FOR MY WRITING #jam is writing #jam has fanfic #i wrote a fanfic #my fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #and yes i know i tease you because nothing about a leather belt in the glimpse #wip tag #wip game #work in progress

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not-close-to-straight · 1 year

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This is all a completely out of order stream of consciousness. Bear with me.

Eleven calling Billy Papa Bear!! Billy calling her Bear Cub!! He's gonna be in such close proximity to her for a while and I just know she's the only one of the kids he'll openly admit to liking.

Similarly, him seeing her use her power, panicking, and Joyce just fucking sedating him.

Steve damn near feral to protect him, ready to fight Hopper!! His complete blanking out, going into survival mode to save his mate! The fact that he must have had this plan already to have it so thoroughly thought out... Ouch.

Susan's confusion and terror, I know she feels so lost and hopeless. The cycle of abuse and letting Neil back in.... Double ouch.

Hopper immediately vowing that Billy is never going back to that house.

Max gagging, unable to breathe through the fog of panicked, pained Omega. Just wanting to be able to help but it's so much she can't even think straight.

This chapter DID hurt and I cannot WAIT for Neil to get his fucking reckoning.... And for Billy and Steve to have All The Comfort.

Neil remains fucking terrifying. The sick joy he feels knowing his goading is working and he's about to get to beat the fuck out of his son. I want to take the bat to him myself.

This chapter was so good. Because it was so painful. So... Fuck you.

Okay haha okay FIRST of all ending this ask with "fuck you" made me literally laugh out loud, that is so funny. I've never had more affectionate or heartfelt "fuck you"s than the ones I get from readers at the end of intense chapters lmaoooo

I could write for DAYS about Billy and El. In canon she is one of the only people in the entire world who actually knows who Billy is deep down into his soul and if Billy would have survived, I know they would have at least had something of a bond. And SHE IS actually the only kid that Billy meets and doesn't immediately react with annoyance too. Cos yeah, he's nice to the kids now and he might even like Baby Byers and Lucas, but he met El and instantly was gentle and softer spoken and tried hard to not come across as threatening or even annoyed.

OKAY AND-- Max gagging cos she can't breathe through Steve's emotions. Back in chapter...six? When Steve and Billy just about do the deed in the car and then have to leave and Max goes to get in the car and she blushes super hard and is like "is that steve's scent??" and Billy is like GET OUT YOU CAN'T SMELL THAT GET OUT like a whole idiot? I added that in AFTER I'd already sort of planned this scene. Not all of my Omegaverse AU's are this scent marker intense, but there's a huge emphasis on it for this fic and I really wanted that moment where Steve is so so far gone into his grief that it's physically distressing. Like, Steve isn't just upset he isn't just sad. He's so soul deep devastated that the scent of it has Max physically sick to her stomach gagging coughing she can't BREATHE cos the force of his emotions is that strong.

And then the way Steve just snaps into cold nothing right after that. 1000% concerning because it means that 1) he grew up so alone that he's learned to force his emotions down and away as a matter of survival, so super sad. or 2) something in his brain/psyche broke just a little bit and that's why he washes out like that. Either way. Horrifying.

This chapter was all sorts of Hurt but next chapter is basically all comfort after a small neil related incident right at the beginning, so it will fix all the damage to your heart lolol

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our-flag-means-death-ao3feed · 1 year

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We've Taken Different Paths, Travelled Different Roads

by Pineapplemoon

“Edward!” Izzy comes marching in, slamming the door shut behind him. “What in the actual fuck was that?”

Ed tilts his head back, looking at Izzy upside down. “Hey, Iz. It was exactly what it sounded like. Grab a bottle and a seat. Maybe now you two can finally tell me how you two know each other.”

“We, uh, we don’t-” Stede stammers out, having wandered over to his bed nook, wanting to give the two some privacy.

“He’s my fuckin’ cousin,” Izzy says over him. “Now can we please focus?”

“Focus on what, Izzy? Dying? Surprisingly, I’m trying to not focus on that, hence the very nice brandy here.” Ed holds up the decanter for emphasis. “And apparently how you two are fuckin’ cousins! Like, what’s that about?”

Izzy is loyal. Believes in loyalty for his captain above all else. So how the fuck is he supposed to stay loyal to Edward while also trying to keep his idiot cousin alive at the same time?

or or

Everything starts out the same, except for the fact that Stede Bonnet is Izzy Hands' younger cousin hell bent on becoming a pirate.

Updates will be every Monday

Words: 6206, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Israel Hands, Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Lucius Spriggs

Relationships: Stede Bonnet & Israel Hands, Israel Hands & Lucius Spriggs, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: aro/ace Izzy Hands, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Izzy isn't as bad in this as he is in canon, But he's still Izzy and has the emotional intelligence of a paper bag, (affectionately), Therapist Lucius Spriggs, will add more tags as they are needed

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46066762

#Our flag means death #ofmd #https://archiveofourown.org/works/46066762

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phoenixduelist · 2 years

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coffeeshib · 3 years

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something about childhood friends to lovers "let's get married if we're both still single at 28" supercorp hits

absolutely & listen!!!! kara & lena disrupting/sabotaging each other's date without the other noticing? idiots (affectionate)

lena, visiting kara’s home & flopping down onto her couch with a big sigh: andrea broke up with me today

kara, knowing fully well that she's the reason why they broke up (it's not her fault lena spends more time with her than her ex gf): oh no baby that sucks. this calls for cuddling & picking a comfort movie

& so. turns out, watching a movie & cuddling with kara means a tender hand stroking her back up & down & hair played with lovingly, it means receiving reassurance ("no, lena, there's nothing wrong with you. you're perfect just the way you are, & you're not going to be alone forever.") & being showered with praises. lastly, it means somehow ending up in kara's lap. lena's arms around kara’s neck, her lips swollen & spit-slicked as she gets kissed senseless.

cause, yeah. kindness, reassurance, & affection? can't blame lena for getting horny. she’s baby

(note: it's not the first time lena’s climbed into kara’s lap.)

(another note: they do this literally every time one of them gets dumped. idiots.)

#emphasis on the idiots (affectionate)#i actually meant to end that on a softer note oops #asks #supercorp

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cooltoneturtlesimp · 2 years

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Heyya, how u doin'? I hope you're doin' good~

I hope you don't mind if I request a headcanon for the 2012 turtles with a rather shy and reserved reader as their love interest (crush)? I'd prefer the reader to be gender neutral if you don't mind^^

I'm back y'all, sorry this took so long! It's been a long few months lmao but I hope that it's worth the wait!

Word Count: 1034

AllTurtles2012 x GN!reader

Leo

Leo’s crush starts with a simple cup of tea that you made for him. And then promptly spilled.

His appreciation is immeasurable, as the leader he doesn’t get much thanks and this small gesture really means a lot to him.

“Don’t worry! You didn’t get burned at all, did you? Let’s get some cool water going just to make sure.”

While he helps you treat the small burn on your arm, both of you silently blush at the physical and occasional eye contact

After that, he always is the first to offer first aid to you. He and Donnie usually work together or take turns with that kind of chore, but Leo always has something else for Don to do if you’re injured so he can be the one to take care of you.

After some time, he makes an attempt to flirt with you. Emphasis on “attempt.”

You being you, you get very panicky as soon as you realize what he’s doing. He immediately gets just as embarrassed as you, and it’s almost as if you’re having a competition to see who’s face can get redder.

Spoiler alert: it’s you. He’s green.

This is the quickest pairing to actually get together, mostly because Raph noticed Leo’s weird behavior around you and approved for once. He sees it coming before Leo’s ready to admit it, and encourages him to make a move.

Together you support each other's “embarrassing” interests and tendencies, and you always take care of each other :)

Raph

I think Raph would find your shyness annoying at first, he’s very into the idea that everyone should be able to fend for themselves.

BUT his crush starts when you trap and move a cockroach from the table after he freaks out about it. Then, you ask him without judgment if he’s alright.

Cue HUGE blush fest. He blushes, you blush, yada yada you get the picture.

That’s when his perspective switches around. Someone who doesn’t judge him for his stupid fear? That’s… exactly what he needs.

It takes him a while to sort out his new feelings, but after a few weeks he offers to help train you, not just in martial arts but also in confidence. He thinks that you are awesome and you deserve to be heard! To burst out of your bubble!

(and it also wouldn’t hurt to spend some extra one-on-one time with you)

((not that he’ll readily admit that motive of course))

Cue a bunch of close touches and small nudges in training that make both of you blush, not that the other notices.

Very much a slow burn, requited love between two idiots but neither of you notice the other’s flustered-ness.

Everyone else in the lair knows LONG before either of you figure it out that the feeling is mutual

Once you do get together, you’re a very no-nonsense couple. You keep PDA to a minimum, but as soon as you’re alone, he’s very affectionate and vulnerable, because he knows you understand.

Donnie

The way to his heart is pretty simple: all you had to do was listen to him talking science. His brothers usually don’t listen with much care for the details, but you asked polite questions

Stutters A LOT when he first starts getting feelings for you, but he manages to find every excuse to hang out with you. It mostly centers around helping with homework, and he loses his mind with every casual glance and accidental touch. It’s obvious to literally everyone, but you’re almost as flustered as him so you don’t even notice.

A few months into his crush, he starts making you gifts. You like animals? He’s made tiny robots of your favorite ones! You’ve shown particular interest in one of his many MANY science rants? Well, today’s your lucky day, he just so happened to have a spare model that displays the subject perfectly! And if you wanna keep it, you can have it! But uh no pressure if you don’t want it, of course, he understands, it’s kind of a weird gift-

You’re both easily flustered, Don’s an over-thinker, and you’re too shy to make a direct first move, so it takes forever for you two to make any progress, but once you do you’ll be the sappiest couple in the sewers :)

Mikey

Openly affectionate from the start. He’s a love at first sight kind of guy!

Flirting, hugs, and any little touch he can get. Finding reasons to fight back to back with you on missions, no shame, this guy!

He pulls you out of your shell a little, but also loves how easy it is to make you blush.

His crush is really solidified when he hears your laugh for the first time. Not the quiet giggle or chuckle he’s used to, but your genuine, unapologetic, snorting, wild “ugly” laugh.

He had never heard a sound more exciting in his life. And he feels starstruck. An audible “wow” escapes him, and you get a tad self conscious.

He immediately shuts that down, saying he thought it was super cute!

After a little bit of back and forth with your embarrassment and his reassuring you that he thinks you’re almost as adorable as ice cream kitty (even though in his mind he thinks you’re actually even cuter, but he won’t say it out loud), there’s a brief moment of eye contact that you both feel lasts forever but also not long enough, you turn away with a quiet “thank you, mikey”

He replays that scene in his head for days, weeks, months, maybe even years. However long it takes for you two to get together (which could be soon, or could be a while. You’re shy and he’s impulsive, hard to predict when he’ll confess!). Sometimes his wild imagination even replaces that last line with an “i love you”

Nothing changes much when you eventually get together, at least from the outside. He’s still just as openly flirty as before, but you feel a special sincerity to his words that you’re not sure was there before. He looks to you after every clever joke he makes in the hopes that he’ll see that sweet smile or maybe hear that adorable laugh again.

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