Words To Replace Said, Except This Actually Helps

Words to replace said, except this actually helps

I got pretty fed up with looking for words to replace said because they weren’t sorted in a way I could easily use/find them for the right time. So I did some myself.

IN RESPONSE TO Acknowledged Answered Protested

INPUT/JOIN CONVERSATION/ASK Added Implored Inquired Insisted Proposed Queried Questioned Recommended Testified

GUILTY/RELUCTANCE/SORRY Admitted Apologized Conceded Confessed Professed

FOR SOMEONE ELSE Advised Criticized Suggested

JUST CHECKING Affirmed Agreed Alleged Confirmed

LOUD Announced Chanted Crowed

LEWD/CUTE/SECRET SPY FEEL Appealed Disclosed Moaned

ANGRY FUCK OFF MATE WANNA FIGHT Argued Barked Challenged Cursed Fumed Growled Hissed Roared Swore

SMARTASS Articulated Asserted Assured Avowed Claimed Commanded Cross-examined Demanded Digressed Directed Foretold Instructed Interrupted Predicted Proclaimed Quoted Theorized

ASSHOLE Bellowed Boasted Bragged

NERVOUS TRAINWRECK Babbled Bawled Mumbled Sputtered Stammered Stuttered

SUAVE MOTHERFUCKER Bargained Divulged Disclosed Exhorted

FIRST OFF Began

LASTLY Concluded Concurred

WEAK PUSY Begged Blurted Complained Cried Faltered Fretted

HAPPY/LOL Cajoled Exclaimed Gushed Jested Joked Laughed

WEIRDLY HAPPY/EXCITED Extolled Jabbered Raved

BRUH, CHILL Cautioned Warned

ACTUALLY, YOU’RE WRONG Chided Contended Corrected Countered Debated Elaborated Objected Ranted Retorted

CHILL SAVAGE Commented Continued Observed Surmised

LISTEN BUDDY Enunciated Explained Elaborated Hinted Implied Lectured Reiterated Recited Reminded Stressed

BRUH I NEED U AND U NEED ME Confided Offered Urged

FINE Consented Decided

TOO EMO FULL OF EMOTIONS Croaked Lamented Pledged Sobbed Sympathized Wailed Whimpered

JUST SAYING Declared Decreed Mentioned Noted Pointed out Postulated Speculated Stated Told Vouched

WASN’T ME Denied Lied

EVIL SMARTASS Dictated Equivocated Ordered Reprimanded Threatened

BORED Droned Sighed

SHHHH IT’S QUIET TIME Echoed Mumbled Murmured Muttered Uttered Whispered

DRAMA QUEEN Exaggerated Panted Pleaded Prayed Preached

OH SHIT Gasped Marveled Screamed Screeched Shouted Shrieked Yelped Yelled

ANNOYED Grumbled Grunted Jeered Quipped Scolded Snapped Snarled Sneered

ANNOYING Nagged

I DON’T REALLY CARE BUT WHATEVER Guessed Ventured

I’M DRUNK OR JUST BEING WEIRDLY EXPRESSIVE FOR A POINT/SARCASM Hooted Howled Yowled

I WONDER Pondered Voiced Wondered

OH, YEAH, WHOOPS Recalled Recited Remembered

SURPRISE BITCH Revealed

IT SEEMS FAKE BUT OKAY/HA ACTUALLY FUNNY BUT I DON’T WANT TO LAUGH OUT LOUD Scoffed Snickered Snorted

BITCHY Tattled Taunted Teased

✧ Yandere Joseph Joestar [JJBA:SDC] Headcanons

This is so long lol. I think it's cause I don't see much yandere/dark content for this version of Joseph, so I wanted to fit in all I could. Anyways, your yandere headcanons, madame. I might have the full fic I've been working on for him ready soon.

TW: Yandere tendencies, kidnapping, non-con, manipulation, age gap

SFW headcanons

☆ 100% takes control of you financially.

It's little things at first, (paying for your dinner, gradually to pitching in on your loans) until you're comfortable enough for him to make the move undetected.

☆ You'd likely forget you were kidnapped because of how peaceful he made the transition.

There'd be no hurting you, dragging you away, or brute force. It'd just be a quiet night where he invites you over and doesn't let you leave. Why would you want to anyways? All your stuff's in the bedroom! He made sure it was all accounted for, too!

There's no need to cry. Joseph will hold you tight until you stop fighting and give in.

☆ Big cuddler, loves touches and kisses a lot. Especially hello/goodbye kisses.

He won't get those cause, yknow, you've been kidnapped. But he still gives them to you.

Even if he has to sandwich your face between his hands so he can get a clear shot to your puffed lips.

"Aha! Gotcha on the lips that time!"

☆ He's raised a family that can function on their own, so I doubt he'd want to start another one with his darling.

He's looking forward to the domestic life of being your one and only. Even if that means cutting everyone else out of your life. It's worth it to see your morning face.

When you're peaceful and don't have that fear brewing in your eyes.

☆ Loves pet names.

Call him baby or hubby and he'll forget what he was mad about.

Personalized pet names? As cheesy as they are expect a million of those.

☆ If you're the more defiant type, Joseph won't completely take violence off the table.

A little punishment here and there will do you some good.

Like leaving you locked and alone in the bedroom for however long it takes you to beg him to come back, it's so dark in there, you haven't eaten.

"You need some time alone to realize how much you need me, sweetheart! This is gonna hurt me as much as it'll hurt you."

Or a more 'active' approach, like bending you over his knee and spanking you until you've apologized for what you've done a million times over and your ass is imprinted with his hand.

You start to think he's doing it for his own enjoyment when he actually starts removing his gloves beforehand.

☆ If you're passive and try to smile and nod your way through it, you'll instead have to deal with his constant touchiness and the libido that comes alongside it.

Joseph's no fool. Play him like one and he'll find a sneaky way to make your plans blow up in your face.

(We're talking about the same guy who dropped 3 vampire super-beings and a god using his wits and strength, good luck outsmarting him)

☆ Escape attempt?

He's not mad, just disappointed.

Wherever you are, he'll drag you back himself and double the locks. Maybe move houses if he sees fit.

Expect a long lecture about how much he cares for you followed up by a spanking so vicious his hand prints are bruised down to your thighs.

Whatever little freedoms you weren't even aware you had are taken away.

☆ Overall, Joseph takes very good care of his darling. Almost like you're a trophy.

He'll get carried away doing things for you that you're fully capable of doing yourself. You're not even permitted to leave the bed if he thinks he's harmed you too much or if you're sick.

NSFW headcanons

☆ Casually comes onto you when you're doing anything. Wanted or not.

You could be reading and he'll wrap his hand around tummy to grind you against his bulge, all while he kisses at your neck and cheek.

☆ Slaps/pinches your butt whenever it's in his view. It's routine at this point.

☆ He won't force himself onto you. Not immediately, at least.

When he loses his patience he'll service you to make it more enjoyable. But progressively get rougher and a lot less lenient with you when you tell him to stop or be more gentle.

☆ Likes having you in any position where he can see your face. Gets him off more to know he's making you whimper and moan while seated on his cock.

☆ Cums inside every time.

He likes the ways your walls flutter and clench around him while you try wriggle away when he's close. Makes him hold you close and ram into you harder.

☆ He likes to body worship you a lot. Kiss every part of you, compliment you, reassure you,

"You're doing such a good job, baby. Yeah, yeah- you look so pretty when you cum for me. You can do it again, can't you?"

Slight exhibitionist(?) Doesn't like having sex in the bedroom exclusively, thinks it's more fun to have you against countertops.

☆ He'll try anything once. If you have needs he'll fill them out.

☆ Doesn't do it often, but he likes to overstimulate you.

You look so cute with your chest heaving, your drooling tongue lolled out of your mouth to make room for more air.

He can't stop himself from eating you out until you go limp.

☆ Joseph loves aftercare. Maybe more than the sex itself.

Even if you try slapping him away or hiding he'll be there for you to help. You can't go anywhere when you're trapped in his arms, anyways.

ur tenma fic was SOOOO GOOD i need a continuation plz maybe when the reader wakes up to tenma trying to kiss the reader ?? or tenma accidentally falling asleep beside the reader ??

✧ Yandere!Kenzo x Reader

I’m so excited- first request! Thank you very much anon 💜 I hope you don’t mind me going with the kissing route, also sorry about the lack of dialogue from reader, I felt like it’d be weird since they just got out of a coma. Enjoy!

TW: Nonconsensual kissing, somnophilia, delusional thinking

Your eyes, they were beyond hypnotic. Beautiful streams of color poured into the centered deepness of your iris’. Now that Tenma thought about it, he hadn’t seen you with your eyes open aside from photos in your records. You were so ethereal as you were, he could only ever imagine an artist capturing you as such. Photos never could do the same justice as paintings, could they?

If only you didn’t look so worried. He would’ve been over the moon that you’d woken up to him and not to anyone else.

Tonight was supposed to be like every other. Return to your room during his break, have some alone time to rehash his day, and read to you.

It just so happened you were needier this week. He’d been busy with the influx of patients in the ward; it was only natural that you’d get upset over being left alone for days at a time when he usually showered you in attention any minute he got. He would never make you shoulder the blame. He too felt the yearning for your breath against his neck during the times he'd rest with you against his chest.

Tenma finally got the chance to make up for all the lost time tonight. —And he may have gotten carried away in kissing you with the intensity of a week's worth of his passion that was bubbling inside him. Your warm cheeks were cupped firm with either of his hands. Completely still, you laid beside him as he gently bit at your lip and desperately peppered kisses from your cheek to your neck. Your face glimmered from the moonlight highlighting particular spots his tongue graced.

Tenma only pulled away to catch his breath. If he hadn’t, he would have never frozen in place at the sight of you, wide-eyed and just a few centimeters away from his face.

For a moment in time, you both paused to just stare at each other in total silence.

Only when the bed groaned from you shifting side to side did Tenma back away to give you space. You sat propped on your shoulders with a strange stinging feeling to your lower lip. Your face felt like it was on fire. And your head- god your head felt like it was swimming with water. The whole time you adjusted your eyes were trained on him.

For once, he was wordless. He greeted everyone recovering under his care if they woke to him. It’s just… this was so much different. This was like he’d broken the spell cast upon his sleeping beauty.

“Are you okay, [Name]? I’m very sorry if I startled you.” He offered a kind smile to calm you down.

You nodded in a vague way that was obvious you weren’t all there quite yet. Your eyes ran down his frame, then took in the surrounding room of blurry white walls and unfocused outlines of beeping equipment. Hospital. You were probably in a hospital. And judging by that coat, this giddy man was your doctor. Looking back at Tenma made you feel strange. He looked concerned. But less for himself and more for you with eyes that pleaded for you to say something. Wasn’t it wrong for this to be happening? Did he not have his mouth on yours earlier?

A force pulling you in flush by the neck against Tenma interrupted your thoughts. The hand moved from your neck to carefully pet your head. Whatever was feeding into your veins through the IV was making you melt at the contact. Suddenly you didn’t have any more questions. All you wanted was for Tenma to keep going.

His smile returned.

“See, you’re okay, darling. Everything’s gonna be okay.” A small squeak huffed out of you at the sudden embrace from your doctor. From how close he held you, you could see a twinkling in the corner of his eyes. The twinkle piling enough to stream down his face in modest, happy tears.

“We’re going to be so happy together. And-” He couldn’t hold back the breathy laughs of pure joy, “when you fully recover, we can get to know each other so much better, [Name]!”

You did nothing but bob your head along with his proclamations of love accompanied by his gentle petting hands. You tucked your chin into his shoulder, drifting in and out of bleary vision, unaware of just what you were agreeing to.

✧ Halloween HCs with Yoshikage Kira

Gotta love Yoshikage. Should I do a longer series for this? Spending Halloween with characters from part 1 through 5? I'm afraid it'd become repetitive. If I were to do it it'd probably be better to condense each part into a list.

No TWs for this. Just some good old fashioned Halloween fun.

🖼 It's crystal clear that Kira wants to lead a normal, quiet life. And part of that life involves doing things he doesn't want to. Like dressing for holiday office parties, lest he stick out as the only one not celebrating.

🖼 He was still adjusting to being with you for reasons beyond blending in, but now you throw this vampire couple costume idea at him on your first holiday together? You must be testing his resolve.

🖼 He'll agree to something simple. Nothing flashy. Something that would only require a bit of makeup and modifications to his closet. Like a zombie business man or a Dracula in a dress suit.

And God, does he make a hot Dracula.

He's stiff when leaving to work in such a ridiculous get-up, but has a strange confident stride when strutting through the door at his return. He really loves the look but will die before admitting it.

🖼 Will use his costume as an excuse to playfully bite at your wrist and 'accidentally' drag his tongue across the pads of your fingers.

🖼 Doesn't decorate. If you want a decoration and manage to ware him down, then he'll settle for putting out a pumpkin. A plastic one.

"Scooping out the guts will create a mess and attract insects. Besides, the ceramic one I purchased has a cats silhouette."

🖼 You can and will get Killer Queen to wear something.

Kira can object to it, but to a certain degree Queen can think for themselves. And to be honest they're curious why you're handing them a witch hat and calling them a familiar. Didn't you already know them?

🖼 Kira is thoroughly embarrassed when Killer Queen actually likes it and starts purring against you.

🖼 Ever since meeting you his urges have been put at a frustrating stand-still, so as perfect of a time this would be for people to go missing without a trace, he doesn't feel the need to when he has your hands to stare at. He assumes your spiderweb manicure was for him.

🖼 Beyond that, he doesn't indulge in Halloween much. Going out and being among other people his age, most of which are hammered, doesn't sound like a good time. He'll keep things inside with you.

🖼 Will not put a candy bowl out.

To drive the point home that he's not handing out any treats, the lights will be going off for the rest of the day.

🖼 Okay, he'll admit he likes spooky themed foods. They're quaint but not too bold. Like cookies with moon patterns and black cats.

He doesn't even like sweets all too much but will gladly make some to share with you for the sake of it.

🖼 Kira is glad to watch a horror film with you. He thinks they serve more as dark comedies than anything. It's good to blow off steam by laughing at how ridiculous the portrayal of killers are in film.

"Just look [name], he's not even holding his blade correctly. If he keeps it at that angle, he'll surely sprain his wrist and make a mere shallow wound. What a novice."

🖼 The laughs are nice, but what he likes more is holding your hand throughout the movie. Gentle squeezes here and there to let you know he's there. Even though his constant caressing of your knuckles and palm are a solid enough reminder.

At some point he'll end up with your hands petting his face and hair.

🖼 When the day's over he'll keep you for the night. What he loves most about your hands is the person attached to them that gives them life. So why end the night there?

🖼 While the last few trick-or-treaters are finishing up, you'll be sleeping inside with Kira. He'll be lying against your chest with one hand of yours cradling his cheek.

✧ Repeating/Responding to their voice-overs: SAHSR

° Sampo, Welt, Jing Yuan

so... you know how you have a few characters on your team for a while... and you start memorizing their dialog subconsciously? Maybe you repeat it out loud at the same time they do, and they hear it on the other side. I don't know why I was thinking of this, but it had me thinking 'why not dip my toes in a self-aware AU?' So here we are once again in a wildly different flavor of post than usual.

TW: Self-aware star rail AU, also I wrote this super late

The cast had settled into living with your lingering presence over time. They couldn't see you, only hear, which was off-putting at first. An assumed Aeon that contacted them and influenced their movements individually- yet never revealed themselves? Even more curious, you had a tendency to prattle on about current happenings and sometimes speak to them each in an indirect manner. Like... copying their words?

✧ Sampo

"The customer is king! And for me to betray the king, well, you gotta make it worth my while."

That was his line- and to hear it out of anyone else's mouth with scarily good cadence was enough to smack him from his friend-to-all persona.

It was a shock to the system hearing it from you. He knew you were an 'odd' Aeon, but playing copycat was childish! How you wound him! It took the second go around for him to hear the giggle in your voice as you parroted his lines back. You weren't mocking him, you were playing along!

Once he did recover, however, he felt a deep sense of pride in his rotten little heart. Less in a cute way and more of a 'the aeon likes me better than the rest of you' kind of way. Really, he will not shut up about how your favorability makes him the golden one among the rest of the team.

And yes, he even attempts to find ways to profit of it. Idly pretending to speak to himself about business deals and such, trying to bait your sweet voice into rambling some very valuable insider info... you had a tendency to call things before they happened, after all.

After repeating his lines, you swear you've been hearing very unique ones that aren't even listed in his character info when you're using Sampo to walk around. He'll comment on the stars and business- it must be some kind of special event. Sampo knows he mustn't break the unspoken rules and communicate too explicitly. But hey, its just you and him. A tree falls in the woods and no ones around to hear it situation. He can't keep you engaged with the same lines forever- so let's introduce some new ones.

✧ Welt

"Calm your body and mind."

Immediately followed by "'Calm your body and mind'- I'm trying, Welt!"

Welt was honestly shocked. You went as far to address him by his first rather than Mr. Yang. Yes, you had a tendency to be unfiltered. Especially toward those you didn't like, liked a bit too much, or when a long fought battle was lost by the skin of your teeth. He never heard someone as devastated as you than the time he was the last man standing, one move away from defeating the enemy- only to fall to some lasting burn or bleed effect.

He was glad the volume of your voice was the same as his inner monolog. Or else you would have given him a migraine with your muffled scream of agony.

This appeared to be a similar time. Welt was trusting in you. You'd conquered many a time before using him as your vehicle for strategy. But this enemy was in a league just one step ahead.

It was reflex to say so before attacking. He hadn't meant to direct his words at you. And you copying his voice in such an exaggerated manner was a clear marker that your patience was running very, very thin. It was juvenile of you, yes, but Welt wasn't one for pointing blame nor scolding when it would do no good. Any other time you actually quieted down to hear him speak. (His voice being more even than the others required you to strain your ears to listen.)

Once the battle had ended, he awaited your cheering and singing praises to him, a tiny spark in his chest and smile on his lips. Like clockwork after a rough fight.

When silence met his mind upon leaving battle, he spoke louder than usual. But with a comforting lilt to his otherwise standard line.

"Stay calm."

Maybe you won't notice he should only say that upon entering a fight. Maybe you will. All that matters to Welt is that you're okay, and not stressing over him.

✧ Jing Yuan

"Conflict- is pitiless!"

There's a smile on his face when he hears it. And he fortifies his hand around the grip of his blade; striking forward with a renewed might. Fighting the same beasts repeatedly got dry, you know. Especially when you were grinding for his materials. He was still working on piecing together what that meant after hearing you talk about it once before. Specifically you complaining about how few enemies were left after he made quick work of them. He always liked that, though.

A little praise never hurt. Despite his status as a general owing him many flowers, varying from genuine to flattery, only kind words from you had their desired effect.

You're adorable when copying him, really. Your voice is nowhere near as resonant as his own. But that's the charm.

It's the auditory equivalent of you wearing his clothes. He imagines they'd be much too large. Swallowing your figure up. But you'd make it work in your own way.

But maybe that's just him craving to see you so much. Can you blame him for letting his imagination roam?

Really, out of anyone, he enjoyed the sound of your voice bouncing round his pretty head most. Especially when you'd take after him. His lips curl to a satisfied grin. A mirror of the cat that ate the canary. He has the mind to crank up his voice more. To the point he's cutting off his allies. Dead air is replaced with his voice.

"Hear this thunder!"

"There's no time to lose."

"I command it."

Anything to make you parrot those words back to him. And it sounds like it's working.

This is so cute, them running in circles, screaming

Ok hear me out, with the teeny tiny AI reader story what is she meets another more sentient AI another spider has and they two are so curious about each other it looks like a pair of dolls having a tea party as they talk about their experiences of being, and being able to relate to each other in a way that nobody else could. She still has her crush with Miguel of course, he’s her number 1 always but she’s curious about meeting another like her, it’s another first for her. And ya girl is eager to know EVERYTHING she can.

Miguel is absolutely 100% not jealous Peter shut up. He’s just… keeping an eye on her. She has an important job to do and there can’t be any long time distractions, that’s why he picks her up by the back of her clothes like a kitten in the middle of conversation. No it wasn’t a cry for attention when he let Lego Spider-Man sit on his shoulder again just to see if that would get her to stop touching the other AI’s form. And it definitely wasn’t on purpose that the other AI’s Spider-Man had to go on a lot more missions to take them on either. Especially after mayday wanted to play house with them. Nope not him. Never.

cws for gn reader.

-

“You’re glowering.”

“I’m working.”

“I can smell your anger. It’s tangy.” Miguel cuts his eyes at Peter, a persistent, dull throb at his temples as he slowly breathes out through his nose. “Y’know…” He starts in that tone, that tone that means that Peter thinks he’s got you all figured out. “Jealousy is bad for your cholesterol.”

“I’m not jealous about some android.” The accusation was absurd. Miguel didn’t care if you were getting chummy with someone’s poorly made, middle school project, that was your prerogative. What Miguel did care about was that you weren’t doing your job, but rather poking and prodding at the android in front of you, a million questions flying from your mouth.

He had let you have your fun at first — Jessica Drew had recruited yet another spider, and this one just happened to have an AI of their own that tagged along with them, and you had been on them ever since. Asking questions about their hardware, their functions, if their Spider-man was as grumpy as the one you worked for. But hours had passed, and the sun outside had set long ago, and you were still talking with them.

The both of you were sat on the edge of Miguel’s desk, legs swinging as you talked back and forth, one of you occasionally reaching over to poke at this, pull at that, and marvel at something.

“Really? Cause you look jealous.” Peter says as he struggles to keep Mayday contained, the toddler not content to sit on her father’s shoulders and observe the miniature figures that probably looked an awful lot like her dolls back at home in her eyes. “You’ve got the steam coming out of your ears and everything, my man.”

Deciding that ignoring Peter was the best way to shut him up, Miguel leaves him to wrestle with his kid as he walks over to the two of you, lips set in a thin line as he looks down.

“Miguel!” You smile as you turn to him, but it quickly drops when you realize he’s come over to put a stop to the conversation. “Five more minutes?”

“You asked me that an hour ago, no.” You grumble and huff, arms crossing over your chest as it’s your turn to glower. “You have work to do.”

“But—!” Two fingers pinch at the back of your shirt and lift you up, and your legs wildly kick as he begins to walk with you out of the room. “Miguel! You’re so rude, Miguel! I didn’t even get to say bye!”

“Adiós. There, I said it for you.”

-

“Does this mean I’m unbanned from your shoulder now?” Lego Spider-man says as he perches himself on Miguel’s shoulder.

“Temporarily.” Miguel watches you out of the corner of his eye, waiting to see if you’d react after seeing “your” spot taken once again. You glance over, lips pursing and eyes narrowing, and Miguel puffs up, squares his shoulders and lifts his chin, but then that android is tapping at your cheek (they’re awfully touchy) and your attention is back on them.

It’s been like this for days now. You finish your work in record timing, and then seek out the android and spend the entire day talking with them. It’s harmless chatter, conversations never leaving the box of ‘friendly’, but it still grinds Miguel’s gears nonetheless. He could understand the initial fascination, somewhat. You had seen other androids before in this world, your kind wasn’t a rarity, and you were built pretty similarly to androids from other worlds, too. So what was your fascination with this particular one?

He couldn’t understand it, and he didn’t want to, that’s why he raised his wrist up to his mouth and spoke in low tones to his watch. A few minutes later and the android’s Spider-man was walking into the room, and Miguel pretended not to be bothered by your crestfallen face when your little friend is whisked away to assist on a mission.

You pout the rest of the day, letting out dejected sighs every now and then as you take it upon yourself to start on Miguel’s mountain of paperwork, not even caring of where Lego Spider-man is still sitting. Eventually he too has to go, leaving the two of you in the room, and Miguel runs his tongue along the back of his teeth as he takes a seat in his chair, one hand resting on the top of the pile as you went to grab another one.

You look up at him, sad expression weighing heavy on his heart for some odd reason, and he does his best to push that feeling away. “Let’s take a break—we can go for a walk outside.”

You usually jump at the opportunity to get outside, never really going out much, but you shake your head this time, lips downturning and eyebrows furrowing as you sigh. “I don’t feel like going out today.” He hides his face of disappointment well.

“Then we won’t.” He removes his hand from the pile, grabbing a report as he does, and holds his hand out instinct. You’d usually place his pen in it, then chide him for relying on you for the smallest things, but you’re still moping, not paying him any attention, and Miguel thinks that maybe Peter hadn’t been talking out of his ass when he called him jealous.

Miguel had nearly forgotten what it felt like, this all consuming emotion—the uncomfortable itch under his skin, the bitter feeling stewing in his gut, the ache in his chest.

Miguel grabs his own pen, sucks in a deep breath and slowly lets it out, but before he can start making marks on the paper, you’re shoes are walking over the words as you place yourself in his line of sight.

“Miguel?” Your hands clasp together in front of you, and he makes a low noise, a sign for you to continue. “Do you not like them? The other android?”

He blinks, “what makes you think that?”

“You’ve been angry recently…more so than usual.” Your eyes flit between his and the surface of the table. “If . . . if you don’t like them, then I’ll stop being friends with them. I don’t want to upset you, Miguel.”

He clicks the button on the pen, teeth sinking into his tongue as he curses himself for being so obvious with his unwarranted dislike of the android—because it was unwarranted, Miguel wasn’t delusional enough to think that he had valid reason for disliking them.

“Don’t do that on my account.” He settles for. “You’re free to be friends with whoever you want to be friends with.”

“But I don’t want to upset you!”

“I’m not upset.”

“You are!”

“I’m not.” He snaps, eyes narrowing and fangs flashing for a split second. You give him a bland look and gesture to his face.

“You are.” He clicks the button on the pen again, just to find that he’s mashed it all the way down inside, rendering it unusable. “I won’t talk to them again.”

“Yes, you will.”

“You can’t make me talk to them, Miguel. I refuse to! You—put me down!” He grips you by the back of your shirt, your hands reaching up to deliver incredibly soft blows to his fingers. “Where are you taking me?”

“Incinerator.”

“What!?”

~

“There.”

Miguel plops you down on the table in the middle of the dining room, nudging you with a finger in the direction of the other android who was excitedly bouncing in their spot. Tuh.

You huff and cross your arms over your chest, obstinately turning your head away from them, and the other android’s excitement turns into confusion. They call your name, and you make a show of turning your back to them, their look of confusion turning to one of hurt. Yeah, been there, buddy.

Miguel calls your name next, and you blink up at him and extend your hands up, assuming he had wanted to pick you up. “Talk to them.”

“No.”

Miguel twists his lips, and then a hand is extending a Spider-man themed glass, soda cup towards him. He looks over to the other Spider-man, eyebrow arched as he takes the cup. He makes a motion, and Miguel snorts in amusement before shrugging.

“Why are you making that fa—” Your voice mutes when Miguel places the cup over you, and he watches as you point your finger up at him, angry shouts likely leaving you. The other android is pushed over to the cup, and Miguel lifts it to allow them to be pushed in, catching the end of your angry “—hate you, you big tyrant!” before the sound is cut off again.

“Yours is a little . . . feisty.”

“That’s a nice way of putting it.” Miguel crosses his arms over his chest, watching as you keep walking away from the other android as they try to speak to you, until eventually it turns into you two running around in circles, large smiles on your faces.

The sight of you happy replaces that dark, grimy feeling that had been building inside him with something lighter, warmer, sweeter.