#Happy ace visibility day I guess

[ninadove]

Putting Felix in fics is dangerous because he will inevitably Do Things. And before you know it your low-stakes story about overcoming comphet has developed a Plot. And there’s nothing you can do about it. You’ve heard of narrative haunter now get ready for narrative-no-time-to-explain-Adrien-get-in the-car-er

[solxamber]

Hi sol!!! My first request!!! :333

Yayy I'm happy we're moots <33 be sure to always stay healthy, drink water and stuff and have a good day/night/afternoon/evening :)

Anywaysss here's my request! (This is Romantic btw 😝)

Deuce, Riddle, Ace, Epel with a reader (I say reader, just as a gender neutral term lol, also can the reader be in Pomefiore? :3) who is like a perfect role model for people— They're smart, kind and always understanding, mature. But what made them like the reader even more is that: even while they are all the aspects of a perfect model student; at the same time, they aren't like that sometimes.

They are understanding to people and responsible with their academics, but they also have a mischievous side— they can be a bit snarky and reckless in certain situations, they can effortlessly balance out their responsibility in school with their mischievousness (which sort of made them fall for the reader even more, bc they sound so cool and shi)

If the reader was with Ace, Epel. They'll show a more responsible and mature approach, they aren't entirely strict (unlike both of their housewardens) but will always tell them if they're doing something that would get them in trouble. But they do have slight instances where they are a bit out of character.. Like how the reader climbed a whole ass tree in their Pomefiore uniform to grab an item that was stuck on the tree (even if they could just grab it with magic) and gave it back

But on the other hand, If they were with Riddle, Deuce— I guess you could say that they can be responsible and mature, but with a more visible hint of mischief. They annoy Riddle for fun, teasing Deuce if he didn't know something that was pretty obvious already (they apologize, of course). Like how they annoyed Riddle so bad that they got collared, but came back with a strawberry tart that was decorated with red and white roses or how they slightly chuckle when Deuce is confused...

LIKE.. DO YOU GET MY VISION PELAKSEEEL ☹️☹️☹️😭😭😭 PLEASE GET IT... I KNOW MY ASK IS A BIT LING BUT THIS IS EATING MY BRAIN ☹️☹️

Deuce, Riddle, Ace, Epel with a Pomefiore! reader

omg hi 🫶🫶 I think I saw the vision but let me know if you wanted something different!

Deuce Spade

Deuce had always admired how perfect you seemed—a Pomefiore student, embodying grace, responsibility, and intelligence. It was hard not to look up to you. You were someone who aced all your tests, helped classmates without a second thought, and stayed out of trouble. Or so he thought.

It wasn’t until you found him trying to fix an overgrown potion plant that things started to shift. Deuce, sweating buckets, was yanking at the roots of the plant, clearly struggling. “I don’t get it! How did this thing grow so fast? It’s like a magic beanstalk on steroids!”

You watched him for a moment, amused. “Deuce, you’re pulling at the wrong part. You need to loosen the soil around the roots first. Want some help?”

Deuce looked up, grateful, only to realize you weren’t offering your help with magic. Instead, you were already on your hands and knees, digging into the soil. The sight of a Pomefiore student willingly getting dirt under their perfectly manicured nails had him wide-eyed. He was about to say something when you added, “Come on, get in here, or we’ll be stuck dealing with this all day.”

It wasn’t just your willingness to get dirty that caught him off guard. It was your mischievousness. When he finally asked you about it, you just smiled, saying, “Being perfect is boring, Deuce. Sometimes, you’ve got to do things the fun way. Otherwise, what’s the point?”

And just like that, you made him laugh, breaking through his seriousness. You’d joke with him when he messed up, but never in a mean way. “Wow, Deuce, did you really forget to add the salamander tail? That’s like the second step of the potion.” And when he’d look at you in frustration, you’d quickly add, “I’m just teasing. Here, let’s fix it.”

He even started looking forward to your teasing. It wasn’t mocking—it was gentle, almost affectionate, and when you laughed, he found himself laughing too. One day, after a particularly exhausting lecture, you came up to him with a sly grin. “So, Deuce, how does it feel to know the square root of 144? Life-changing, right?”

He groaned but couldn’t help smiling. “Shut up…”

But the real turning point was when you climbed a tree in your pristine Pomefiore uniform. You were helping Deuce and Ace find something stuck in a tree—some stupid ball or something—and instead of using magic, you hauled yourself up the trunk like it was nothing. Deuce gawked, his brain short-circuiting as he watched you hop from branch to branch.

“You know you could’ve just… used magic, right?” he asked when you finally hopped back down, tossing the ball to Ace.

You shrugged, “Where’s the fun in that?”

From that day on, Deuce couldn’t stop thinking about you. Sure, you were responsible, smart, and reliable—but you were also fun, mischievous, and surprisingly laid-back. It was a combination that made his heart race. He couldn’t tell if he wanted to impress you more or just keep watching as you effortlessly balanced it all with that mischievous smirk.

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was never the type to be easily impressed—especially by someone who didn’t follow the rules to the letter. But you? You were an exception. Not only were you the perfect role model, responsible and composed, but you somehow managed to bend the rules without ever really breaking them. It was infuriating.

The first time you caught his attention was when you strolled into the Heartslabyul rose garden, completely ignoring the chaos around you. Students were scurrying left and right, trying to meet the latest rule Riddle had imposed. But you? You sat down calmly with a book, unbothered by the hustle and bustle.

“What are you doing here?” Riddle asked, standing over you with his arms crossed. “Shouldn’t you be studying for the upcoming alchemy test?”

You looked up, your smile the picture of innocence. “I already finished studying. Plus, fresh air helps with brain function, doesn’t it?”

Riddle blinked, thrown off by your response. Technically, you weren’t breaking any rules. But something about your calm demeanor did break his sense of order.

The second time you caught his attention was during a dorm meeting when you lightly teased him about his obsession with rules. “Riddle, you ever consider relaxing? Maybe just once?”

He stared at you, utterly scandalized. “Relax? During an official dorm meeting?”

You just grinned. “Just saying. You’re going to give yourself wrinkles if you keep frowning like that.”

Later that day, you upped the ante when you “accidentally” bumped into him and knocked a basket of strawberries onto the ground. Of course, you smiled sweetly, apologizing as you bent to pick them up, but then you slipped in a strawberry tart, decorated with red and white roses.

Riddle stared at it, completely baffled. “Did you—Did you paint roses on a tart?”

“Only the best for the Queen,” you replied with a wink, referencing the infamous Alice in Wonderland scene.

Riddle turned beet red, not from anger but because—against his will—he found it funny. He hated it. You were making him laugh, and he wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

Then, came the day you pushed him too far. You were teasing him, playfully challenging one of his many rules, and before you knew it—bam. Collar. You were collared.

But instead of being embarrassed or angry, you sauntered off and returned ten minutes later, holding up a plate of beautifully decorated rose-themed sweets. “Am I forgiven yet?”

Riddle stared at the plate, his face a mix of emotions. “You… can’t just—fine. But only because you followed the correct procedure for apology.”

What really sealed the deal was when you noticed how exhausted Riddle was after a long day. You didn’t say anything, but the next time he sat down, there was a cup of tea waiting for him—perfectly brewed. You didn’t even mention it, just went about your day as if it was no big deal. But for Riddle, it was a very big deal. You weren’t just smart and responsible—you were kind, mischievous, and somehow always knew exactly what he needed. And that terrified and intrigued him all at once.

Ace Trappola

Ace was always drawn to people who could keep up with his chaotic energy, and from the outside, you seemed like the last person who would. You were responsible, always got top marks, and never seemed to get in trouble like he did. You were a Pomefiore student through and through, the perfect picture of elegance and order. Or at least, that’s what Ace thought—until you proved him wrong in the most unexpected ways.

One afternoon, Ace was busy concocting his latest scheme—rigging a classroom window so that it would slam shut the moment someone opened it. Classic prank, a little outdated, but effective. Deuce stood beside him, nervously watching while Ace fiddled with the mechanism.

Just when Ace was about to finish, you appeared out of nowhere, your usual calm expression fixed on your face. “A window prank, Ace? Really?” you teased, looking unimpressed. “You’ve got to come up with something more original.”

Ace, expecting you to lecture him, leaned back with a smug grin. “What’s wrong? You too perfect to appreciate a good prank?”

But instead of walking away or scolding him, you walked over, inspected the rigging, and—with a sly grin—yanked one of the cords so that it was perfectly calibrated to snap the window shut just as someone walked by. “There. Now it’ll make a better sound when it slams shut.”

Ace blinked. “Wait—you’re actually helping me?”

You shrugged, your grin widening. “Might as well. You were doing it wrong anyway.”

And that was the moment Ace realized you weren’t just some stuck-up, model student. You were fun, and a lot sneakier than you let on.

It didn’t stop there. One day, the two of you were walking across campus when Ace noticed something strange. A lone broom was sitting outside of the library, left behind after flying class. You glanced at it, then at Ace, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. “I bet I can stand on it.”

Ace was taken aback. “You mean ride it?”

“No,” you smirked. “I mean stand on it.”

Before Ace could stop you, you were hopping onto the broom in your immaculate Pomefiore uniform, balancing on it like a circus performer. The broom wobbled as you grinned at Ace, one foot on the handle, your arms outstretched. “See? Easy.”

Ace gaped at you, half expecting you to fall off. “You know you’re going to break your neck, right? I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one!”

“I’m responsible,” you said, hopping off the broom with a graceful landing. “I just know how to have fun.”

Ace didn’t know what to make of you. You weren’t just cool—you were insane in the best possible way. Who else would try to balance on a broom like it was a tightrope, in broad daylight, in front of the library? And still look like they had everything under control?

From then on, Ace couldn’t help but admire how you could be both the perfect student and completely unpredictable. One moment you’d be helping him with his homework, making sure he didn’t fail his classes, and the next, you’d be standing on a broom or rigging a prank right alongside him. You made the impossible look easy, and Ace was falling hard.

There was one day that really sealed the deal for him. After a long lecture, Ace was goofing off with Deuce, trying to sneak a piece of fruit out of the cafeteria without getting caught. You, being the mature one, walked up and raised an eyebrow. “Stealing now, are we?”

Ace snorted. “Come on, it’s just a piece of fruit. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Without missing a beat, you took the apple out of his hand, then tossed it over your shoulder—straight into the trash. “The worst thing is you could get caught.”

Ace stared at you in disbelief, then burst out laughing. You were sharp, clever, and always a step ahead of him. And it wasn’t long before he realized that maybe, just maybe, you were the one pranking him the entire time—by being so ridiculously cool without even trying.

Epel Felmier

Epel admired you from the moment you stepped into Pomefiore. You were the perfect model student—always well-behaved, top of your class, and you embodied the elegance Vil demanded. But what made Epel really start paying attention was that you weren’t just some delicate, rule-following Pomefiore statue. You were responsible, sure, but there was a wild side to you that came out in the most unexpected ways.

Take that time during broom riding practice, for example. Epel had seen you fly gracefully like it was second nature, while he was busy trying to not look like a complete disaster on his broom. Then, out of nowhere, you decided to take things to a whole new level. The instructor wasn’t paying attention, so you zoomed ahead of everyone, grinning like a maniac.

Epel watched in awe as you performed a perfect loop-de-loop before swooping down so fast you nearly gave Vil a heart attack. And, of course, you landed as if nothing happened, straightening your uniform and looking as poised as ever.

“Y-You can do tricks like that?” Epel asked, mouth agape.

You shrugged, brushing off the dust from your shoes. “It’s just flying. Gotta make it fun somehow.”

Epel couldn’t help but chuckle. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”

That day, Epel realized you were someone who could balance responsibility with freedom. He had always struggled with the restrictions of Pomefiore’s rigid beauty standards, but you managed to be both elegant and daring. It was like watching someone walk a tightrope with ease, and he was more than a little impressed.

But the thing that really cemented his admiration for you happened after one particularly intense Pomefiore training session. Vil had them all practicing their etiquette, posture, and poise, and Epel was on the verge of snapping. He wasn’t built for all this fancy stuff—he just wanted to be himself, rough edges and all.

After the session ended, you found Epel sulking by the fountain, muttering curses under his breath about how “ridiculous” all this refinement was.

“Need a break from all the beauty drills?” you asked, sitting down beside him.

Epel sighed, frustrated. “I just don’t get it. Why do we have to be so… proper all the time? Ain’t no one back home cared about sittin’ all pretty.”

You nodded, understanding. “I get it. Sometimes all this elegance stuff can be stifling.”

Epel looked at you in surprise. “You? I thought you were like… the perfect student. You never seem bothered by it.”

You chuckled softly. “That’s ‘cause I’ve learned how to balance it out. You gotta know when to let loose. Speaking of which…”

Without another word, you stood up, pulled your shoes off, and started wading into the fountain like it was the most natural thing in the world. Epel stared at you in disbelief.

“What in tarnation are you doin’?” he asked, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Cooling off,” you replied with a mischievous grin. “C’mon, you’ll feel better.”

Epel hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and kicked off his shoes, joining you in the fountain. You both splashed around, laughing like kids, completely disregarding the stares from the other Pomefiore students passing by. It was the most fun he’d had in weeks, and it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

“You’re crazy, y’know that?” Epel laughed, wiping water from his face.

“Maybe,” you replied with a wink. “But sometimes, a little crazy is exactly what we need.”

From that day on, Epel saw you as more than just a perfect role model. You were someone who understood the pressure of perfection but also knew how to break free from it when necessary. And the fact that you didn’t mind getting a little reckless now and then? Well, that just made him like you even more.

Later, as the two of you dried off by the fountain, Epel found himself smiling—really smiling—for the first time in a while. You weren’t just cool; you were fearless, and that was something he admired more than anything.

Masterlist

[marimology]

ace coming into readers room late at night plauged with anxiety regarding Luffy, and the two bond over being older siblings and having to look out for their younger siblings? fluff galooore and just cute baby ace wanting someone to confirm his feelings :(( maybe even best friends to lovers?

warnings : none but there’s a surprise at the end

a/n : here you go nonnie I hope you enjoy

it was the middle of the night and you and ace were in your room on pops’s ship .. well more so ace barged in and jumped onto your bed and you were now running your fingers through his locs of hair.

“y/n…I worry about him sometimes y’know” ace mummered

“who? luffy??” you asked gently as ace then nodded his head confirming your question.

“his bounty keeps getting higher, more often than mines did… i’m afraid all of his recklessness is going to catch up to him one day and I won’t be there to help him through it” he stated with visible concern in his voice. while yes he is proud of his brother for getting his name out there, different opponents with power scales that vary from eachother are bound to appear he could only worry for his younger brothers safety and sanity.

“ace” your eyes softened as you continued”we’re pirates we’re bound to face a foe more powerful in the future and overcome them” but it’s only natural that you worry about your younger sibling I worry about mines as well, luffy has an amazing crew I’m guaranteed they’ll protect him and eachother ”

ace was happy that he wasn’t alone about his feelings of worry but this new information surprised him

poor poor ace you sweet summer child

“never knew about you having a sibling” ace said tilting his head with genuine curiosity.

“remember how I told you how I come from a family of nobles” you asked as ace had nodded his head

“I ran away from home, so I don’t know if he still remembers me or hates me and wants to kill me for leaving him behind, I think about him a lot and wonder if he’s doing ok from time to time”

“can you tell me about him ? what was his name”

“well his name was sabo and he—“

“SABO?!” ace yelling shooting causing you to have dot eyes

“yea he’s my younger brother do you know him?” you asked

“know him ? he’s my younger brother” ace yelled pointing at himself making your eyes wide and jaw drop.

“NO WAY” you both yelled pointing at eachother

“SHUT UP AND GO TO SLEEP—YOI”

“YEA SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO SLEEP”

well guess the crew is awake

[kunikinnie]

kunikida wants to hold hands

BSD: Love is War? 100 Followers Event Genre: fluff Word count: 2k Warnings: none, I think Synopsis: This not-a-date couldn't get any worse. a/n: gotta make Kunikida happy somewhere, right? HAHAHAH AFTER 2 YEARS!!! also tagging @requiem626k! finally did it omg (also there's an Ace Attorney ref there somewhere hope someone notices heh)

This was not a date. 

That, dear readers, was the hundredth iteration of that very phrase in Kunikida’s mind. The ceaseless reminders were necessary for him to stay grounded in reality - or so he said.

Sure, he was in an amusement park. Sure, he was walking around with you. Sure, you were wearing clothes that were far more flattering on you than your usual.

But no. This was not a date. 

Your clients were chatting away in their line for one of the rides up to the very moment they entered it.

“It’s great that they’re having fun,” you said before licking your ice cream. It would be a shame if they hired bodyguards just so that they could have a “date” only for it to bore them, you thought.

“True, but don’t let it get to your head.” Your coworker’s eyes were fixed on your cone. “We’re not here to have fun.”

“I know. It’s still such a waste, though.”

You readjusted how you sat on the concrete bench, accidentally grazing his hand in the process. When you first entered the Agency, you used to apologize immediately after any accidental physical contact. However, years of working with your then superior have made you comfortable enough to ignore it.

For him, however, it was the complete opposite: the more he got to know you, the more he’d become mental over every single touch of yours, no matter how minor. 

That one just now was the 17th of that day alone - nearly thrice the daily average. Worse is that they lasted longer and had more skin contact than the average as well. Were you doing this on purpose? Or were you just that dense?

With how fast these numbers were rising, it’s no surprise how his blood pressure was about to set a new record.

“But we have to blend in somehow, right?”

“We’re already wearing casual clothes, Y/N.”

“Yeah, but we still don’t look like the others here - you know what I mean?”

Of course he knew what you meant. Most people that would visit an amusement park on a weekday were either students who had nothing better to do or couples whose schedules only allowed for these days. Guess which demographic happened to fill up the entire area during your mission.

…so what were you suggesting he did? Move closer? Win you stuff? Hold your hand? Because if you really wanted to, he would do any of those - even all of them at once. 

“We need to stay professional,” he said without missing a beat.

“Oh, just loosen up. Come on. You look like an annoyed dad forced to chaperone his teenage daughter with how deep your forehead lines are.”

At this point, he was used to your teasing, but still… annoyed dad? Really? Kunikida furrowed his eyebrows even further. “What should I look like, then?”

You stared at him, gears almost visibly turning. Under the scrutiny of your gaze he felt like the very ice cream that was melting in your hands. “Like this, maybe?”

Before he could guess what you were about to do, he felt something fluffy but stiff hug his head. It must have been a silly headband of sorts, judging from your barely-contained laughter - what the heck was it exactly?

He took the mystery headband off and stared at it. It was a pair of bunny ears.

“I thought you didn’t want us to stick out?”

“You wouldn’t stick out if you weren’t such a killjoy,” you grumbled. “At least you’d look cute with those on.”

 C-cute?

“Anyway, they're about to go to the next ride,” you said as you picked up your things and prepared to leave. “We should get moving too and stay professional.”

Ouch. A direct arrow to the heart. “Y-yes, got it.”

—

Unfortunately, Kunikida’s professionalism dwindled even further. But no, it wasn’t because of you. Well, yes, but actually no. 

The question of acting like a couple for the sake of the mission had been tossed around in his head countless times. Each and every assignment was given utmost importance and must be completed successfully at all means necessary. Had it been anyone else, Kunikida wouldn’t have given it a second thought.

But this is you were talking about. Something as simple as holding your hand was sending him into overdrive. Sure, he could hide his feelings as best as he could the whole day if needed, but what if he screwed up somehow and ended up putting you in an awkward position? Worse, what if you caught on behind his hidden motivations and rejected him in the middle of a mission? 

That would suck. Hard.

Plus, knowing that Dazai skipped work today and recently purchased a pair of binoculars, Kunikida was intent on not slipping up. What if that bastard were to take photos and tease him - worse, you, about it?

That would suck. Even harder.

“Are you okay, Kunikida-san?”

No, no he was not. “I-It’s a bit colder today than I expected.” It couldn’t be further from the truth - if anything, he wanted to sit forever under the shade - but it was the first excuse his dazed mind could come up with.

“Really? That’s new. You always come prepared.” 

Well, he was prepared with dealing with the situation at hand (i.e. lying), but it wouldn’t be right to say he was prepared to deal with his emotions for the rest of the day. If he were, he wouldn’t have had to stick to a stupid lie like this in the first place… although the temptation to use it as a reason to hold your hand was flipping his brain inside out.

But he was Kunikida Doppo. Professional detective of the professional Armed Detective Agency. He must not ruin his image any further. “It happens to all of us-”

He was cut off by a sudden draping of gentle warmth - you had put your own jacket over his shoulders. The astonishment left him speechless, staring at you like he had violated you somehow.

“Don’t worry about me. I literally just ate ice cream - you think I feel cold?”

“But-”

“It’s fine.” You smiled so sweetly to ease him but the guilt only continued to swallow him up. “Think about it as thanks for everything you’ve done for me.”

If that’s how you want to put it, then he had no reason to refuse. But that didn’t change the truth. How shameful of him, really. What a terrible senior, let alone aspiring boyfriend he was. If he were to receive any punishment for his acts, he would accept it gladly. He’d atone for his sins and live as a renewed man.

…and it seems someone above heard his prayer.

The two of you were now standing in front of the attraction your clients just entered.

“D-do we have to go in?” He asked meekly.

“I mean, shouldn’t we? If someone wanted to hurt them, the haunted house is the perfect choice. It’s dark, pretty isolated, and they could easily pose as one of the actors.”

Yes, you were right. You were absolutely right. The haunted house is the perfect choice in more ways than one… 

And just as he promised, Kunikida accepted his fate and walked into the realm of his worst nightmares.

Stoic as he was, you still took notice of his strange behavior. Despite the dim lighting you saw his face turn pale and his grip on your small jacket tighten significantly. Only then did your other senior’s words echo in your mind.

Nothing’s better than watching a horror movie with Kunikida-kun! 

Ah. How brave of him to enter then, you thought.

But to him, it was a foolish decision. It was the most foolishly made foolish decision he made that day as his mistakes had made themselves known once more. Just the heat from the additional jacket increased his sweat production, and his clammy hands nearly tore through the fabric. Never mind that you witnessed him like this now; at this point he’s so done the only desire he had left was not to tarnish the reputation of the Agency to your clients.

Although his senses were bombarded in almost every way possible, he forced them all to focus on the two in front of him - as if there were no one else, including you - and soon, it eased him by at least 20%. Then suddenly, an unaccounted 20% decrease relieved him as well - why that was the case he wasn’t sure.

He didn’t give the last observation much thought, however. By the time his brain slowly began to function again, you and your clients finally made it out of the house. Alive.

“I see why it’s pretty famous,” you chirped. “It really was scary!” 

You didn’t even seem bothered at all. Well, as long as you and your clients had fun, then all his suffering would not go in vain-

 Wait, since when was he holding your hand? 

“Oh, someone’s calling.”

As quick as the realization came, so did you let go of his hand to swipe your phone from your pocket. The mix of embarrassment and disappointment that swelled as your lingering warmth slowly disappeared couldn’t be fully described. 

“Yes. Alright, sir. We’ll be right there.”

—

And just like that, your clients left. Quite satisfied clients, you might even say.

“What a day that was!” You said as you stretched your arms. It was a surprise how full of energy you were, considering that you two were in the park for as long as the sun was up. “Weird that they didn’t catch the fireworks, though.”

“Fireworks?” 

“Well, it’s actually for some other event in some other place. But this is where the best view is!”

You pointed at the largest attraction in the park: the ferris wheel.

“...if you’d like to join me, that is.”

The two of you knew he had plans after your mission. In fact, you were convinced that he’d have rushed to leave right after they said goodbye. But to your surprise, he gladly accepted your offer.

“Of course I would.”

Half of him was surprised he gave in. The silent cries of errands to be done were almost deafening, given how much he had to reschedule because he spent too much time getting ready that morning. But the other and embarrassingly louder half was simply overjoyed at this opportunity to fulfill a secret wish of his: to ride the ferris wheel with the person he loved most.

Perhaps it was that elation that erased whatever anxiety he’d gone through that day. For the moment he began talking with you casually from the end of the line to the moment you entered the cab, he almost forgot every single embarrassing act and thought he’d gathered.

How could he forget the joy of just talking to and being with you? 

“Kunikida-san-” 

The fireworks started bursting in the sky, lighting it up with colorful hues.  

“You’re right,” you continued. “It is cold today.”

It took a few moments before your words registered into his brain. “Ah, right. Sorry about that.”

He swiftly removed your jacket from his shoulders and gently draped them over yours. And he should have just as swiftly let go, but the way you were staring at him made it impossible to let go. The look in your beautiful eyes… the thoughts that followed were nearly just as impossible to resist.

“I’m sorry.”

You suddenly stole the words he should be saying. But why?

“I should have been more clear.”

Before he knew it, you took his hand and grasped it firmly.

“This would warm me up much better.”

Hearing you say that literally took him aback. What was the meaning of that? Why would- Wait-

Your chuckle only deepened the redness on his entire face. “I’ve been trying to stop myself the whole day, you know.” You couldn’t have been joking. With that expression, you couldn’t have been… right?

“Then-” he nearly choked.  “Then you shouldn’t have stopped yourself.”

His voice was so soft that if you hadn’t been in an enclosed space, you might not have heard it at all. Yet every word made it through. “I thought you said we had to stay professional?”

He smiled. You were right. As your cab reached the top of the wheel and the fireworks boomed as loudly as your hearts, he finally intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I suppose there can be exceptions.”

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[notsoattractivearenti]

Frustration (Christian Pulisic x Fem!Reader) 🔞

(gif by me)

WC: 1.4K

Warnings: SMUT, dom(m), nipple play, clit stimulation, penetration. MINORS DNI

A/N: i wrote this as fast as i could (cuz i didn't wanna make any major changes if i couldn't finish it before the ucl game!) so idk if this is decent or not lol. if i miss anything on the warnings pls lmk! hope you guys enjoy and i’d love to hear your thoughts thru ask/reply/reblog 💗 this was not proofread so apologies for any errors! feedbacks are highly appreciated 🤍

—

The first match of the season between AC Milan and Juventus didn’t go well for the home team, especially for Christian. One of Milan’s defenders got a red card in the first half and the team had to finish the match with 10 men left. Then, shortly before halftime, Christian got subbed off for another defender – it was the first change for the team. He was visibly upset because he still wanted to play and it felt way too soon to bring him to the bench. Not only that, Milan also lost by 0-1 so the day couldn’t have gone any worse for Christian.

I saw what happened and I could already tell that he would be in a very bad mood until the day ended. I wanted to give him a hug right away and let him know I’m here for him but of course I couldn’t, so I had to impatiently wait until the match was over to do so. On our way to the car, he didn’t say a word – he didn’t have to, his facial expression said it all. I tried to console him but he didn’t respond, so I waited until we got into the car to continue talking to him.

When we got into the car, he slammed the door so hard it startled me for a second. Holy shit, he really is fucking frustrated, I thought to myself. He was looking all grumpy and still didn’t say anything as he started to drive.

—

Finally leaving San Siro, he took a deep breath before he started to talk.

“Sorry, Y/N, I’m just not happy with the way things were.” He admitted.

“Yeah, I know,” I rubbed his shoulder, ”I’m sorry you had to go through this shit.”

He slightly smiled.

“Mmhm. Ugh, I should’ve had more time on the field…” He sighed.

Even though I had assumed that the reason behind the decision was to maintain the defensive structure of the team, it didn’t feel fair to take Christian off that early. 

“I’m with you, baby. But what’s done is done. Pioli might have thought it was the best decision, but in the end one goal was still conceded. Let’s just focus on the PSG game and give your best as always, okay?” I tried to encourage him.

“Okay… But sorry Y/N I can’t help but think the game could’ve gone better…” He grunted.

“Hey,” I kissed his hand, then continued consoling him, “don’t beat yourself up. That was not your fault! Tonight’s not your night. Nor Milan’s. Trust me, you guys will do better on the next one.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right…” He hesitantly agreed.

“Thank you, my dearest. I’m so glad you’re here.” This time, he was being genuine.

—

Now at home, Christian didn’t waste a second to find the couch and laid on it. He drowned his face onto the pillow and screamed his heart out. I love that man so much but he is so used to bottling his emotions – which kind of bothers me, if I’m being honest – and seeing him screaming like that, I just knew he truly felt hurt and couldn’t contain it anymore. So I thought of a way to release his emotions – what I had in mind could actually be fun and beneficial for us both.

“You know, if you want to fuck your frustration away, I’m down.”

He immediately sat up, then turned his head right away and looked at me all confused.

“Say what now?”

“Yeah, I mean… I’m kind of in the mood, so… If you want.” I teased him.

He still wasn’t convinced.

“Are you messing with me?” He pouted.

“I’m serious, Chris, I’m not playing.” I smirked. “Do what you want to me.”

Without a word, Christian roughly picked me up and started kissing me. He threw my body on the couch and positioned himself on top of me. He took off all of his clothes right away, and when I was about to do the same thing, he stopped me.

“Don’t. I’ll take them off myself.” He demanded.

I nodded in response.

“Did I not hear a ‘yes, Christian’?”

“Yes, Christian.” I repeated his words.

“Mmm, good girl.”

I bit my lip and moaned when he called me a good girl. Those two little words never failed to drive me crazy. As he said that, I could feel my pussy starting to get wet.

I was wearing his jersey at the moment. He wanted me to keep wearing it, so he took off everything I had on my body except the shirt.

“Fucking hell,” he gulped, “you look insanely sexy wearing my shirt.”

His hands began tracing my body starting from my chest. He rubbed and squeezed my breasts tightly then moved his fingers over my nipples, gently twisting and pinching them. It felt so good I closed my eyes and quivered.

“Do you like it when I play with your titties, baby?”

“Yes…” I whimpered.

“Tell me how good it is.”

“So fucking good…”

Before I knew it, I felt one of my nipples was already inside his mouth – he swirled his tongue around then sucked it. I gasped at such a pleasant sensation.

“Oh!”

When he heard my gasp, he gave a little bite and it successfully got me moaning so loud. My hand was grasping the cushion while the other was holding on to Christian’s arm – and when he bit my nipple, I squeezed his arm so hard it turned slightly red.

After he finished sucking one nipple, his mouth moved onto the other and did everything all over again. By then, my naked pussy was already dripping wet.

His hands continued wandering around my body, feeling every inch of the curves. When he found his way to my pussy, he started rubbing my clit with two fingers.

“Oh, so slippery already?”

“Mmhm…” I bit back a moan. “Please don’t stop…”

He rubbed my clit faster and my thighs started to clench.

“Ohh… Mmm… Yeahh… Faster!” I sputtered.

“Are you gonna cum, baby?” He asked.

“Y-y-e-esss…” I hissed.

He kept rubbing.

“Then cum for me now.” He demanded.

“I- Ahh…”

My entire body was trembling – my eyes rolled back and I stopped breathing for a moment.

“Holy fuck…” I moaned.

“Ah, that’s my good girl. But we’re not done,” He said as he put on a condom.

I took a glance at his hard cock and all I could think of was having it within my pussy.

“Get inside me now, please…” I begged him.

He then roughly pushed his cock into my wet pussy.

“I’m gonna fuck you harder than I’ve ever been tonight.”

He really meant what he said – he started pounding me really hard, deeper and so rough than he usually did.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.” He moaned.

The sound of our skins slapping against each other was so loud even the other noises we made couldn't cover it. His hands were strongly gripping my thighs while he was thrusting his cock deeper and faster by the second.

“I- oh you feel so good… Ohh sh-shit…” His breath hitched.

“Faster!” 

He immediately went full speed to the point where it felt like he was about to destroy my pussy. I could clearly feel his pulse inside me. Suddenly, my brain stopped working and I couldn’t say anything but moaned loudly.

“Hhh… Good fu-uck…” he panted.

His face was moving closer to mine and my lips immediately met his. I broke our kiss by biting his bottom lip then we heavily breathed each other’s air. When his neck was across my face, I started sucking it and left a mark. He moaned even harder when I sucked his Adam’s apple – it kind of tickled when it moved.

“Fuck… I’m close…” He whimpered. “Cum with me princess…”

And in an instant, the earth stopped spinning. The waves of pleasure just left my body, and at the same time I could feel his entire body quivering – his cock was still inside me.

Christian rested his face over my shoulder and heavily breathed into my ear. I kissed his ear and whispered, “feeling better now?”

He nodded, couldn’t say a word as he was still trying to catch his breath.

When he was finally able to speak he said to you, “Y/N, you sure know how to turn a bad day into a better one.”

—

taglist: @pulisicsgirl @neverinadream @swimmingismywholelife @chilwellspulisic @bracedes @lovelynikol16 @thoseboysinblue @lizzypotter14 @masonsrem @landoslover

[apparently-artless]

HAPPY AROMANTIC VISIBILITY DAY!!! [June 5]

To every aromantic people in the entire world: YOU ARE VALID. YOU ARE A WONDERFUL GIFT. YOU ARE LOVED. I SEE YOU.

So I actually got the chance to tell my mother and my brother about me being aroace. My sister who lives with me already knew. To be honest, you could say that they are not aware that such gender exists. But one thing I was able to confirm is that they respect and support the LQBTQIA+ community. In fact, back when I was still figuring out my gender, I already talked to my mom about it. And she told me that she's okay with it if I'll turn out to be a lesbian. And so a few months back, when I got the chance to go home, I took it as an opportunity to let them know. I explained to them what aromantic and asexual meant, although I think they pretty much had a general idea. Their initial reaction is "but that would be lonely" which I would take as a positive reaction all things considered. I can understand that they are concerned about me not finding a partner and that I may end up alone in the future. My mom also added that maybe after 10 years or so, I might change my mind. I just explained to her that yeah, I will still be an aroace 10 years from now but it's not like I'm fully dismissing the possibility of finding a partner. Who knows, I might find someone like me. But I'll cross the bridge if ever I actually get there.

Anyway, my family still loves me and respect my decisions. And I know they will still be there for me in the future no matter what. I guess as someone who is an aroace, it's up to me to make them understand (maybe not in an entirely full understanding but so much as to accept) that I can also live a happy life without being in a relationship. That it's not a requirement in life and that it doesn't make me a lesser person. So that in the future, if they encounter another aromantic and/or asexual person just like me, they would know what to say and not to say.

To those who managed to read up until this point, thank you! And I hope that in the future, more and more people would be aware of ARO/ACE/AROACE spec.

[rapha-reads]

IWTV rewatch

Season 1 episode 4 [The Ruthless Pursuit of Blood With All a Child's Demanding] - part 2/2

- [Claudia] "We do like mortals do. We fight, we eat, we laugh, we sleep, we love. And then the phone rang last night. And all the easy times stopped." - ooof. How to destroy familial domesticity: bring back the real world.

I love, love, loooove Louis' coldness and casual cruelty at his mother's wake. And looooove the family solidarity. Oh, Daddy Lou's fighting with his sister? Time to show our fangs and have his back.

- Oooh, a Lestat and Claudia scene! Dad teaching his kid all the true, important ways to make it in the world. And accidentally making her realise some things she'll never get to have, stuck as she is as a young teenager. But the blood kinda makes up for it tho.

- "Uncle Les says I gotta practice killin' both the one and the plus one at the same time, but I came away understanding something else tonight. I can't quite put it into words, but it's like something opened up in my head, in my body. I've been 18 for 7 months now, and it's time I started acting like it."

Aaaaand there it is. Happy hunting indeed. Happy until the reality hits back...

"I've lost my appetite, I can't sleep!" - welcome to hormones. Can't say I know first-hand what you're going through but good luck. Oh, no, but this is waaay too adorable. The giggling and the skipping and the flowers and the staying on the balcony waiting for Charlie to look up...

- "Everyone in my family looks younger than their age." - yeah that's one way to put it I guess.

Aaaand exit Charlie, pursued by a terrified horse. Taking this opportunity to say a lil something about how book!vampires are basically asexual in the way that their desire and pleasure express themselves through the blood, blood drinking and blood sharing. While the show being a visual media for a modern audience decided to make human sexuality also a part of vampire sexuality, all while keeping the blood as this irresistible force and the source of everything. Don't really have an opinion one way or another, except to say, please we need more asexual representation that still shows that ace people can find and express desire and pleasure outside of sexuality.

- Lestat taking on the ugly role of teaching Claudia about control and how it's hard for vampires to make lasting connections with mortals... Parenting's hard.

- [Louis] "Vivid writer, isn't she" - I'm kinda glad we don't get Claudia's own words about Charlie's death, knowing the writers they would have given us another lyrical prose that would have made us all bawl our eyes out.

The way Daniel is visibly impacted and heartbroken reading Claudia's diaries: he is deeply compassionate. And you can't read people and write about them without a certain level of compassion and even empathy. "Anne Frank meets Stephen King" indeed.

- [Louis] "Claudia was... everything." - ouch. Break my heart, won't you. It's the way Louis is physically struggling to talk about her, the way he needs the pebbles of his zen garden beneath his feet to anchor himself solidly enough to talk about her.

- "It's funnier when they fight in French. And diary, you'd think a girl whose mama died in childbirth, whose daddy gave her away to a mean old auntie who beat her 'cause no one said she couldn't, who died in a fire but came back by the blood magic of two demons, well, you'd think that girl wouldn't know what funny was. But you'd be wrong, diary. And if I told you, dumb diary, that that same girl was being raised to kill like her demon parents did, to take two souls a day so she could stay in the same flat-chested, hairless-crotched 14-year-old baby doll body as her mind and spirit turn 19, 20, 25, 63, 358, you dumb, dumb diary, I bet you'd say to anyone who'd listen 'Fun? Fun? How does she even get up in the morning?' Well, let me tell you something, you stuck-up, flower-covered, three-dollar fancy fucking paper diary, I'm doing just fine. And how do I know that? 'Cause the first man I killed called me the devil, and the last boy I killed, the last boy I'll ever love in this world, called me an angel. So that means I'm on the right path. And that means there's so much more fun out there to have. I'm just getting started."

THE INTENSITY, DAMN.

The crescendo of Claudia's voice overlayed by the music and echoed in the angrier and angrier words. Wow, I need a minute.

Between the "losing my mind in the coffin" scene, that "madwoman in the attic walking down from the attic" scene and the "the sun is a deadly laser" scene, someone needs to give Bailey several awards. And the writing team needs these awards too.

Show!Claudia actually has a backstory, not very detailed but still there, a miserable, painful human life, 14 years of misery and pain - she had a life, she had experiences before becoming a vampire; unlike book!Claudia who was 5 when she was turned, told Louis she couldn't remember her human life before being Louis and Lestat's, and doesn't have her own narration in between Louis' recollections.

Here, the addition of the diaries to the way the story is told not only allows a third party, a third perspective that's no more and no less of an unreliable narrator as Louis' voice, but it also, and I think more importantly, allows for Claudia to speak for herself. She isn't anymore just a footnote in the messy romance of Louis and Lestat. She is her own person, in her own narrative, with her own agency and life. And that's a huge difference between the two versions of Claudia: eternally-5-year-old Claudia couldn't have her own agency, no matter that she was really 40 in a child's body, because that child's body was more of a damnation, a cage, than a teenager's body. At 14 and with make-up, fashion, body language and speech, Claudia can make herself look marginally older, and thus can reclaim some of that agency, of that control. Therefore the issue comes not from the fact that Claudia needs at least one adult to have that agency by proxy, but from the fact that she might never pass for older than 18 and will be taken advantage of. As we'll soon see.

Also she was right, last boy she loved, but not last person, we stan a bisexual murder deranged queen.

And I did tell Lestat, that roof window is a structural failure.

Well, welcome to the Claudia show. That was one hell of an entrance. Crowd's seated for the next part, "Claudia goes Wild party in the Mississippi".

episode 1 | episode 2 | episode 3 | part 1 | episode 5 | episode 6 | episode 7

[innitmarvellous]

Part 2 of my ace contemplations - Part 1 can be found here - or more like: more whining, haha. Sorry.

First off something more general: I'm happy about the responses I got on the original post, but I think it's a bit sad that there isn't a hashtag or something for people who want and need the support of the aspec community here on Tumblr (without having to join a special forum or sth). Because it seems that while the community is quite active, it's mostly for sharing memes and snappy textposts and stuff, and less about more helpful things and discussions. I'm not saying the memes etc are wrong and shouldn't be a part of it too, but idk, I just wish there would be more of an actual community bond, if that makes sense? To help the people who aren't yet at the stage where they can view their identity as something great, people who are still struggling and are reliant on online communities for that kind of help.

Because for all the talk about the very active Tumblr aspec community...I personally haven't seen and benefitted much of it, apart from the memes etc. And I hope I'm not the only person who don't just want to agree with meme posts and would wish for more. Or am I just unfortunate? Looking in the wrong places? (In short, where are the nice supportive ace people of Tumblr? I'm desperate here...well, kind of.)

---

Something related to the books I mentioned in the original post:

these books are all written from such an US-centric, university-educated and creative business viewpoint. And that's just not my world at all, as an mostly unemployed European with crappy education.

Like, one time it was mentioned that aces always look out for each other and how great that is. And yeah, sure. It is. It would be great, but what about the people who aren't part of that lucky network or community? People who possibly haven't met another aspec person in real life? They are missing that kind of support, and maybe it would be the one thing that would make everything easier.

---

Another thing: I found the probably supposed to be inspirational stories from other aces in the books rather disheartening. Yeah, fine, so person XY found their perfect partner by luck, despite whatever made them think it would never work out, yadda yadda. Good for them, but that's not gonna happen to me, right? I'm not gonna strike that jackpot and will find someone who accepts me as I am. Maybe I'm just a really, really spiteful person, but stories like that don't inspire me or show me what's possible for me personally in any way.

---

Well, yeah, I never encountered that. Like, truly never. That's one thing where I'm very ace: I don't get what's supposed to be sexy about a (mostly) naked body. I understand a appeal of a open top button and bit of chest being visible or something like that (lol that sounded so stupid), but the body being in full view? Nah man, put on your shirt again before you catch a cold, lol. (And it's not just guys actually, but people of all genders, if I'm honest.) I should probably add that I absolutely don't mind seeing anything like that, it just doesn't do anything for me.

---

I guess my takeaway from all the reading I did isn't like for other people who don't feel wrong or broken anymore when they find out there are other aces out there. Even after knowing a lot about it I still feel like some crucial part of me is missing, and I could be more than what I am if that were possible. But then again, there isn't really a possibility for change, so I need to do my best to accept this. I just wish I had it easy one single time...why is basically everything about me so hard to accept? lol

Idk, but if I ever manage to convince myself that inevitably dying alone one day (and spending the time until then alone too) is a good thing, then I'm sure I'll be able to do anything. Now I only need to figure out how to convince myself and that's where it gets difficult, lol.

Being both aspec and too dumb/awkward to make friends is such a curse tbh 😓 And I can't even become a crazy cat lady because I'm bad with animals too, ugh...

---

In connection with the previous bit, I'm kinda envious of that way of thinking. Would make things much easier, I assume. And it's great if it worked for her, but I on the contrary would find it quite painful if I look back at my in a sense similar life.

---

And to counter all the hopelessness a little bit - we're supposed to do that kind of thing, I guess - I tried my best to come up with some positive points, although I take them with a grain of salt myself.

- Well, it does give me an explanation for whatever is going on with me. (Although I only need that explanation for myself, since I seem to give off so much sad loser energy that no one ever bothered to ask me whether I want a boyfriend or kids. They just look at me and think "nah, that's obviously impossible for her". Which is oddly funny yet a little bit hurtful... ^^')

- I'm kind of glad that I never actually have to hug people or cuddle with them since I hate physical contact so much, lol. Doesn't matter if it's platonic or not. Remember when everyone missed being hugged during the pandemic? Couldn't be me :D

- I guess someone who is a rather bad person with way too many negative traits like me shouldn't be on the dating market anyway, so it's a plus that I'm no relationship material. Although that's more of a plus for others, not so much for me, lol. But it is a plus in the sense that everyone I would fall in love with would be unattainable for me anyway, so it's good not to be tempted in the first place.

- Idk, that's about it, I think? Maybe I forgot something, but I believe that's the gist of it. Kind of sad, but I tried, haha.

[buryam-soul]

Hey, it's aro visibility day so I thought I'd ask, if you're comfortable sharing, how did you realize that you're aro? 

-PSA

Oh hey I forgot that that's today! Thanks for reminding me ^^

Personally, I didn't have a singular aro moment. Instead it went more like this:

Early primary school: "Ugh, getting married to a boy sounds so tiring. I know I'll have to do it when I grow up, but still...."

Late primary school to middle school: "Hm. Girls are pretty. Oh, but girls marrying girls is illegal here. What a hassle. Guess I won't get married after all." (doesn't get all that torn up about it)

Early high school: "Wait. Some boys look good actually. But getting married still seems like such a chore. Oh, wow, some people mentioned in history/religion classes got 'so busy with their [thing] that they never married'? So cool! I wanna be like that."

Mid high school: (reading something on the internet) "Huh? Asexuality? I guess that fits? Some of these people are ace and something else so they date and marry still, but I'm definitely not one of those. I can still use this, right?"

Maybe like a month or two after the above: (more internet reading) "Oh! There's a separate word for not dating! Aromantic! Cool! Yeah, that fits 100%, guess I'm aroace!" (<- guy who would have a separate bisexual awakening years later)

Additional Context: The focus on marriage rather than dating was just me being a "good" Muslim girl. I have much the same feelings about dating and marriage nowadays -- glad it makes people happy, please keep me out of it.

So, yeah! It's less of a realization, more of a "I pretty much knew my whole life and just needed a word for it" kind of deal.

[paperboy-pb]

🌈 Pride Ramblings!

Hey, I just realized that I haven't wished the PB Nation a happy pride yet! And that is a CRIME on my end-- there's so many amazing queer disabled people out there! And we deserve to not only be celebrated, but to celebrate together. So... hey, happy pride!

I'm very proud of us all, and how much progress we've made. But I also know that this is only the beginning of a grueling uphill climb; many people are too ableist to see that we, the disabled, can be queer as well. A lot of pride events & other queer spaces need to work on their accessibility. And even for the abled, they don't have it easy, either-- they're still fighting against homophobia & transphobia every single day.

We are a beautiful community who has the right to be visible. We have a right to take up space, and love who we love, and to be who we are. And we SHOULD have rights far beyond that under our belts, too! We should be seen. We should be heard. It's halfway through 2023 though, and a lot of shitheads still insist on standing in our way.

So hey, take this month as an opportunity to rise up somehow. Support queer creators, and queer small businesses. Push back against all the God-forsaken laws DeSantis & the other U.S. clowns are trying to lay down to erase us. If it's safe & possible for you, maybe attend some local pride events-- I definitely plan to later this month ;)

Whatever you can. Oh, and of course, it's okay for some of you to lay low, too. Not everyone is out, or in a safe enough situation. Remember-- taking care of yourself or just... making sure that you are safe & comfortable as an LGBTQ+ person is absolutely an act of pride, too! ☆

Personally, I've spent most of this month binging some of my favorite LGBTQ+ series' (One Day At A Time, Heartstopper, MacDoesIt's reaction videos, etc.) and making pride playlists. Oh, and working on projects that make me happy, one of which is VERY queer. You'll hear more about that in the fall.

Honestly, I think my #1 or #2 regret in terms of PB's story is not making queerness a more... prominent theme?

PB does have queer characters (I imagine Matthew to be SOMEWHERE on the ace spectrum; there is a very important enby character who has a crush on another character, and the two later end up in a little relationship; some of the kids come from queer families; etc.) but it's way more about friendships, and the dynamic between kids and authority figures, and just... how you view yourself.

But to be honest, out of my stories, it's probably the series that centers that kind of thing the LEAST. And I have it that way for a reason; PB is a very... specific story, I guess? But I don't know, if I could go back in time and make BIG changes before it was too late (aka now,) I think I definitely would've made queerness a little more prominent. 😭

Maybe I'll find a way to do it as we go?

Anyways, I'm rambling now. Wishing you all a very happy & inclusive Pride Month. Keep your eyes peeled for more PB-- comic updates AND otherwise!

...Oh. And don't forget my pride playlist!

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/2ZIg3CCbSvoELxZNdVyMaT?si=22B3a_psSYaDi5ZuDa3svw

[enjomo-arch]

(  flame  command  ━  unprompted  :  sanji )   //    [  ♠ @killedarlings  ]

It was just his luck that his lighter wouldn't work when he needed it most — Sanji having gone without a smoke break the entire day, and it was only now that the craving was hitting him bad. No matter how many times he tried, the lighter wouldn't cooperate. That is, until a large flame suddenly engulfs the end of his cigarette, Sanji instinctively about to toss it away before he catches sight of a familiar silhouette, one bathed in the honeyed light of the evening sun that could satisfy the craving in his chest more than a cigarette could. " Ace! " he greets the other with what he hopes is a calm voice, though the thudding of his heart in his ears makes it difficult. " I, uh, thanks. " He pockets the useless device before he could embarrass himself further, taking a moment to draw in a very needed inhale to regain composure, something that flows effortlessly cool from the fire fist as he leans up against the railing of the Sunny beside him. " I guess I need a new lighter, huh? " An awkward laugh accompanies his exhale of smoke, Sanji peering through the curtain of his bangs towards the other with the notion that perhaps, maybe, he's already found one.

he'd  be  damned  for  scaring  people  like  that.  but  on  the  other  hand,  each  reaction  was  different  depending  on  what  carried  the  flame  that  now  illuminated  the  evening  dusk  slowly  falling  with  the  sun  that  lay  down  to  sleep  over  the  horizon.  a  little  flick  extinguished  his  fingertip  that  pointed  right  at  the  now,  the  amber  tobacco  burning  by  his  side.  he  noticed  the  cook  struggling  in  the  distance.  

it  was  like  the  fight  with  the  lighter  was  becoming  quite  fierce  but  not  even  a  single  spark  came  out  to  soothe  the  nicotine  hunger  he  must  have  been  spending  for  some  time  now.  he  would  have  been  downright  cruel  if  he  hadn't  given  the  blond  man  a  helping  hand,  well  in  this  case  a  finger.  it  was  hard  to  miss  the  volume  of  a  happy  (  and  probably  relieved  at  this  point  )  voice  rolling  off  the  fire  fist's  name  with  a  visible  delight  painting  over  the  cook's  features  after  the  visible  shock  of  the  situation  washed  away  like  the  waves  that  calmly  battered  the  sides  of  a  ship.  

after  the  fire  had  re-formed  his  finger,  his  hand  rested  on  his  side,  and  his  free  one  reached  to  brush  the  brim  of  his  hat.  a  few  digits  sliding  across  the  length  of  the  edge  only  to  tip  it  for  the  cook  as  accepting  his  gratitude.  ❝  don't  mention  it.  ❞  ace  replied,  with  an  expression  so  warm  enveloping  his  face  whose  temperature  could  warm  even  the  coldest  nights  while  sailing. 

❝  seen  ya'  strugglin'  over  there  so  i  thought  i'd  lend  you  my  flame.  ❞  at  least,  this  was  what  ace  could  do  to  repay  the  kindness  and  meals  that  sanji  graced  him  with  every  day.  he  didn't  want  to  abuse  his  hospitality,  but  even  the  slightest  possibility  of  repaying  felt  just  right  for  him.  the  fire  fist  took  a  few  steps  closer,  resting  his  back  against  the  railing  on  which  sanji  rested  his  weight,  leaning  with  his  arms  against  the  wooden  structure.  

he  could  see  the  awkwardness,  hear  it  in  the  attempt  of  a  laugh  to  shift  ace's  focus  to  something  else.  he  didn't  want  to  drag  it  on  when  he  saw  how  hard  sanji  had  to  fight  with  his  unruly  lighter.  he  decided  not  to  poke  the  anthill  further.  only  letting  his  eyes  bathe  the  sight  of  starts  slowly  popping  up  on  the  sky  over  their  heads.  ❝  if  you  need  fire  just  come  to  me,  always.  ❞  his  head  tilted  to  the  side,  giving  the  cook  a  brief  side  eye  look  before  his  gaze  settled  on  the  burning  cigarette  in  his  mouth.  ❝  got  a  spare  one  ?  ❞

[goldenworldsabound]

For Rufus: 👠 and 💪?

Essay Asks thank :D

👠 Describe your ship starting with the phrase " In a way, every romance is a Cinderella story."

In a way, every romance is a Cinderella story. You can spend years shuffled to the side, trying to get through every day while being mistreated by the people around you.

And then suddenly your prince appears and whisks you off your feet, in a way that does read exactly like a bad romance novel.

In my case, I made the mistake of criticizing Scarlet for taking credit for my work, which led to becoming Cinderella in the first place. She was the ugly step mom, and the manager and coworkers I worked with were the stepsisters.

I didn't know it, but my prince was already looking after me then. Rufus transferred me to a new department, so I guess that made my new manager my fairy godmother? ...close enough.

And then...Rufus became President, and that was when I got my happy ending with the Prince. Sure, we went through a lot after that too, but that's just part of love and relationships, probably. Okay, maybe not dealing directly with an impending planet-destroying crisis for most people but, well...every relationship is unique, right?

💪 Describe a theme or other element of the original source material that you feel is strengthened or reinforced by the presence of your ship.

UGH ff7 has so many incredible themes. One that I think is particularly apropos is life, and the inevitability of pain and loss, and the way that we can grow and heal and move forward from it, and more generally how it changes us.

Rufus has gone through a lot, but we don't see most of his journey. I hc that the loss of his mother was a wound he never really succeeded in addressing, as well as the absence of a visible love from his father. And how could he, without a safe space, a safe person, to discuss those things with? Aura provides those things for him. He didn't even know he needed them. He brought Aura into his life out of selfish desire to a large degree. And yet that turned out to be what he needed to be able to begin his own healing. Especially after the end of FF7 main game. Even in canon he does come to his own realizations about the part Shinra played - but I think that comes even easier with Aura there.

I think there's also something to be said for Aura. Aura has loss at many stages in their life - Scarlet takes the credit for their scientific achievements, and as a result through various means they end up shunted to the side doing fairly meaningless work. They lose friends during the sector 7 plate collapse, which is a grief they don't really get to fully process because suddenly so much is happening (Rufus becomes President and promotes them and asks them out fduhafkdsa). Seeing their grief makes Rufus consider things in a different light - a little less selfishly, starting to realize the impact Shinra's actions have.

But all of those Aura handles with a certain level of resignation and acceptance. They are immutable and cannot be changed, even as they are painful.

But then we come to Rufus being kidnapped prior to AC. And that is what has a lasting, obvious change on Aura. They become more than willing to get their hands dirty, to shed all of their morals, in order to rescue Rufus. And once they find him, these things do not revert. Rufus and the Turks can see the change in them, and Rufus finds it does not sit well with him - while he appreciates the love inherent in the actions they took and were willing to take, it isn't what he wanted for them. But for Aura, becoming willing to do dirty their hands and centering Rufus in their life, is how they end up coping with this. And that can't be changed, no matter how much Rufus wants them to go back to letting him (and the Turks) do all the dirty work. Grief leaves a mark, even once time has passed.

Ahhhh I wouldn't mind exploring some of the other themes too but this is probably good for now.

[chryzure-archive]

Tell me abt your very fav chryzure au ❤️

HIIIII, you KNOW it’s batb related <3 chryzure is peak batb coded !!!!

mostly it’s an au of a book i read (i think we talked abt it, i felt vv strongly abt it), wherein azure is cursed by his father to be a monster since he didn’t want to marry at the age of 16. or, more accurately, azure was cursed by a star that his father asked to teach azure a lesson. whoopsie, he’s now a monster and it’s harder to get him married off :// things are not going according to mordecai’s plan.

anyway, in this universe, there’s a curse support group. most of azure’s friends (or… who he’s friendly with… he doesn’t rlly have friends friends) meet up there weekly. azure shows up a bit more sporadically, but like… his father can’t keep him from going when he is pretty visibly cursed. it’s there that he meets + befriends jacks, who has a cursed kiss from a star that he seems to have a bit of a weird relationship with, whenever azure asks.

after a couple years pass, it becomes vv obvious that azure’s curse is worsening (he has an even more feral state, where he doesn’t even look human anymore—it’s a lot like a big cat like a panther, but the cat has horns and a fucked up tail. you know how it is) and his father wants azure to marry to break the curse (basically the whole “one true love” thing can break the curse or the curse can be broken when azure agrees to his father’s demands. three guesses as to what azure wants to do…).

also, whenever azure needs to be the lafaye heir in an official sense, there’s a treatment that can block the curse for a couple hours at a time, but this aggravates the base curse and gives azure more feral blackouts. he has to be vv careful abt taking the tincture —esp since he’ll be in pain whenever he takes it too!

but ANYWAY, azure agrees to his father’s conditions w his own ace up his sleeve—he’s going to get a relationship consultant so he’s not trapped in another arranged marriage. excellent! he does not have one..

jacks ends up suggesting chrysi as a good relationship consultant (for… no particular reason), so azure jumps on the chance!…. aaaaaand apparently chrysi’s in jail atm. jst a couple day stint, for some mild law-breaking. jacks knew this was the case (he can sense everything abt chrysi bc he’s soooo obsessed w her), but azure showed up at the jail and went, “now, what the fuck is all this then?”

but barring that little awkward first meeting, chrysi’s not all that fazed by azure’s curse, so… they hit it off!

azure finds he rlly likes chrysi’s company (and so does jacks, who’s one of two ppl that regularly spends time w him, sooooo he’s happy abt it??) and on all the events she goes w him as a consultant, azure finds himself wishing that she were his actual date instead of someone he’s employing.

during this time, meredith makes a deal w azure’s father so she can marry azure w mordecai’s permission—but they make it appear like mordecai doesn’t approve of her, jst so they can convince azure to actually marry her. he’s a bit contrary like that. so azure and meredith end up going to croquet games together, the opera, the ball, museum visits… the whoooole thing.

chrysi’s an advisor for all of these things, but whenever she brings up that meredith seems weird, azure’s desperation to break his curse shuts down all conversations. well, fine then.

((she gets her revenge by kissing jacks. this is a fun little reveal where azure finds out chrysi’s the one that accidentally cursed jacks, which is why she’s immune to his kiss. also, jacks doesn’t want the curse to be broken bc he likes kissing chrysi. so there.))

((azure’s vv obviously jealous, but he can’t say anything after he jst shut down chrysi’s concerns abt meredith.))

chrysi and azure still happen to bond in the meantime. when azure’s doses of the treatment are too much in one evening (at a big gala. it was fun sneaking a fucking panther out of a ballroom—jacks nearly died), chrysi ends up being the one to get azure home safely and ensure he didn’t harm anyone. when he wakes up, they end up talking more abt their childhoods. chrysi very kindly informs him that his father’s fucked up, and azure’s like, “well, i know, but what other choice do i have?” aaaand the casual vibe has been killed dead. nice going, idiot. time for chrysi to go give jacks his daily kiss, i guess :///

anyway, things are still going somewhat well between the two of them. both of them are aware they have some sort of attraction to the other—but azure keeps on trying to course-correct to meredith, since that’s the best chance he has of breaking the curse.

then azure’s bday comes up and he decides he wants to celebrate at one of his family’s holiday homes w a party and then a ride in the woods (or whatever else rich ppl do—you know chrysi’s reacting to the rich ppl things like, “where i’m from, we climb trees and jump out of them and we liked it” meanwhile jacks is like, “i assure you, i didn’t like it in the slightest” <- rich kid by association)

it’s there that chrysi and azure have their first kiss, which azure rlly likes!….. until he remembers meredith is his best chance. soooo he shuts down more of chrysi’s advances+ even blames her for some mishap that occurred to meredith. (it was inflicted on meredith by meredith btw. she knew it would put distance between chrysi and azure. jacks is extremely suspicious of meredith bc he knows he’d do that same exact thing to get chrysi separated from azure 💀)

chrysi’s so frustrated with azure (“you kissed me like it mattered.” “it was a mistake.” “… yeah, guess it sure fucking was. what a waste.”) that she decides to end her period of advisement. after all, hey, he solved the problem to his curse, huh? off she goes!!!! fine!!!

azure’s already upset that she’s leaving, but he finds out that jacks is going to. when he asks why, jacks jst shrugs and goes, “i didn’t like being separated from her for so long.” and he leaves w chrysi. leaving azure alone w meredith. yes, this won’t end badly. surely it won’t.

the engagement goes through, so azure goes to meredith’s family home bc they plan to have their marriage on one of their properties. anyway, turns out that meredith wants azure to be in his human form for all the events leading up to their wedding, which. ends up making azure feel horrible and sick and he’s feeling his control over his monstrous form slip.

and then, when it does slip, turns out meredith planned for this! she locks up azure in his feral form and plans to marry him to break the curse and hold it over his head forever. she does also want to stage a murder at azure’s hands, just so she can guilt him into staying with her as well.

anyway, one of her servants is friends w conni, who’s friends w jacks tangentially, so chrysi hears through the grapevine what happened to azure. she’s going to save him, obvi, but she’s also extremely excited to say, “i told you so!” once the danger passes. she fucking knew meredith couldn’t be trusted.

but, well, meredith figures chrysi’s going to try and stage a jailbreak, so she puts out wanted posters for chrysi + ensures the rest of the crew is banned from the wedding. excellent plan, tiny issue w it—chrysi’s fucking insane.

so the whole crew sneaks into the wedding as a performing troupe (their costumes look so good that chrysi’s honestly a bit disappointed they aren’t actually there to perform).

there’s a lot of close calls of them getting caught while they look for azure,and during this time they discover that meredith also has a bunch of other exotic creatures in confinement. sure would be a shame if they were released and caused mass mayhem at the wedding, hmmmm…..

chrysi ends up releasing them, obvi. meredith is furious, but she doesn’t get the chance to hurt chrysi before chrysi lets azure out of his cage.

even completely monstrous, he protects chrysi!… and then turns on her. intentions unclear—he’s a big, scary monster, but he’s also azure and thus deeply in love w chrysi. surely it’ll be fine!

jacks is freaking the fuck out.

anyway, chrysi confesses her feelings for azure, which!! yay, breaks the curse!!!!!!!!!!! now there’s a very confused, very human, very… ohhhh, jacks, hand us your cloak for azure’s modesty. yes, thank you for that.

fun final girl fight between chrysi and meredith, wherein it comes out that her plan to have azure for herself was made in conjunction w azure’s father. the proper authorities are involved, and, well, they’re at a wedding venue anyway! why not get a little bit married, between the two of them?

so yeah, that’s that!

[wall-legion]

🥵, 😍, and 💐 for Rissia!

🥵 : Is your OC perceived as physically attractive to others? Is it at first glance or is it something that takes more time to reach fruition? So in my and @ratasum's headcanons for asura, paler skin tones for asura are more attractive because it hearkens back to their appearances underground: therefore Rissia's paler skin is visibly appealing to most asura from a cosmetic or physical attraction. 😍 : What does your OC find irresistible in others? So Rissia is demisexual (which I guess is a flavor of asexual so happy ace visibility day, Riss), so it takes her a LONG time to find someone irresistible. It's not until she gets to know them and decide that she even likes them, that she gets to the "irresistible" bit: which is to say, she likes them smart enough to banter with her but compassionate enough to know not everything needs to be a competition for who was smartest. 💐 : What is their courting style? How would they woo someone? Despite (or maybe in spite of) being demi, Rissia does flirt a lot. Especially so when she decides that she is interested in someone (i.e., Vezz): she frequently drops "dearest" and "darling" into her speech when addressing them and compliments them when it's called for. However, it's never overflowing, but instead seems kind of easygoing and restricted... like she could keep going but is keeping herself reined in, to keep the other person intrigued.

[juwlie]

here's a life update from me:

started rewatching Lost with my partner and it's his first time watching so I apologize in advance for the inevitable Lost posting

I have to get a colonoscopy and endoscopy on monday and I am preparing to be in the most foul mood of all time for the next four days since I'm barely allowed to eat anything and I'm going to be shitting my brains out on sunday

got in my car to go to the grocery store (to get "prep" for my colonoscopy) and when I got back home from the store, I opened my passenger side door to find a wasps' nest!!! in my door!!!!!!

isn't that interesting. how did wasps build a nest inside of my door. I also don't know how long they've been in there because the AC has been broken in my car for a few months and it is literally just too hot to drive my car with no AC on most days, even with the windows down. so I haven't driven my car in about a month, but I haven't opened the passenger door in at least three months. so who knows. regardless I hope they're happy living in the door of my car. that is something I will deal with later I guess

saltine crackers are actually kind of good tbh. I'm eating them with honey peanut butter as one of the snacks I'm allowed to have and it's kinda good.

my birthday is in a few weeks and my gift to myself is that I'm finally getting my hair cut SHORT short (like a pixie cut but slightly different) and dyed blue...which I have wanted to do since I was like 12yrs old. nervous to be living in the deep south as I progressively start doing more of the things I want to do with my body--like it was controversial that I got my helixes pierced last year. and I don't shave my body hair anymore. and I carry a very cute rainbow bag with me everywhere, and on top of that, it's one of those crossbody shoulder bags that the crunchy milf hippie ladies wear. so I feel like the blue hair is rlly going to be the thing that pushes people over the line of Having Some Shit To Say, if you will. it was also controversial when I got my last haircut?? it was short but it was still chin length, like it's not that crazy. but a lot of people (men) were very visibly put off by it and were trying to be polite after I got it cut but it was very obvious that they did not like it lol. which is fine!! don't get me wrong, I don't care if other people don't like my choices for my body. but it's very weird to interact with someone and know that they're put off by something as simple as a short haircut.

anyway I don't know what the point of this was but I doubled my afternoon adderall dosage today so I could go to the grocery store without having a little meltdown so that's probably why this ended up being long...but what is tumblr for if not lengthy sporadic life updates

[enjomo-arch]

​​​​​​​the  spark  of  interest  hidden  within  the  producer's  expression  brought  a  sense  of  relief.  the  awkwardness  and  embarrassment  over  asking  one  while  doing  an  every  day  chore  such  as  grocery  shopping  quickly  blurred  within  the  flow  of  the  conversation,  much  to  ace's  delight.  he  didn't  want  the  meeting  with  anyone  ——  even  if  it  carried  such  a  harmless  request  to  be  saturated  with  emotions  they  both  couldn't  handle.  as  much  as  he  tried  to  ease  it  down  foe  yone,  he  was  glad  the  mention  of  a  spa  within  the  depths  of  his  own  property  and  business  managed  to  shift  the  winds  of  their  talk  into  a  much  lighter  space.  

❝  hell  yeah,  my  gym  has  a  lot  to  offer  and  i  think  everyone  would  be  able  to  find  somethin'  for  themselves.  ❞  the  visible  pride  over  his  own  hard  work  evident  in  the  almost  too  cheerful  of  a  voice  decorating  the  words.  after  all,  hard  work  out  should  be  rewarded  with  deserved  relaxation,  something  to  ease  the  throbbing  pain  biting  muscles  under  layers  of  skin.  ❝  everyone's  gotta  have  some  time  to  relax.  and  you  too,  pretty  sure  yer'  band  members  also  gonna  appreciate  you  unwind  a  bit.  ❞  words  of  care.  since  ace  had  no  idea  how  hard  it  is  to  work  in  a  music  industry,  ——  he  knew  it's  just  as  much  work  as  he  has  by  running  his  own  establishment  and  by  a  simple  glance  of  a  keen  eye  the  ravenette  did  not  have  to  guess  too  long  that  yone  seems  exhausted  from  work,  but  still  pushing  through.  almost  as  if  ace  was  looking  at  himself,  stubborn  in  working  himself  a  lot  more  lately  with  a  swarm  of  clients  who  wish  to  be  under  a  care  of  an  icon  of  fitness  himself.  

after  threads  of  silence  finally  broke,  the  assent  from  yone's  lips  visibly  lit  up  the  expression  on  the  face  of  ace  whose  hand  indulged  in  a  hard  pat  on  the  man's  back.  the  ever  so  happy  grin  stretching  over  freckled  features,  just  as  bright  as  rays  of  sun  themselves.  ——  ❝  gee,  that's  what  i  like  to  hear  !  you're  all  welcome  to  come  to  my  gym  for  some  relaxation.  bring  yer'  pals'  as  well.  if  they  like  me  i  am  all  in  to  meet  'em  in  person.  ❞  normally  he  wouldn't  allow  himself  to  be  so  carefree  around  people  but  despite  meeting  the  man  in  a  damn  store  just  a  few  minutes  ago  it  almost  felt  as  if  ace  knew  him  for  much  longer.  his  attitude  was  friendly,  welcoming.  ——  and  the  invitation  hopefully  could  help  yone's  health  after  work  to  bloom  in  much  better  conditions.  ❝  yeah  s'  open  every  day.  people  go  there  after  a  work  out  to  relax  some  muscles.  if  you  have  time  today  yer'  welcome.  i'm  headin'  back  to  my  gym  anyway  so  i  can  give  ya'  a  tour  when  i'm  done  with  that  damned  list  for  my  brother.  ❞

The  initial  embarrassment  that  came  with  what  he'd  just  done  was  almost  completely  lost  to  the  ever  flowing  tide  of  the  conversation.  The  paper  is  pocketed   (   safely  set  aside  in  a  place  where  it  wouldn't  easily  be  lost   )   and  his  attention  now  favours  the  final  statement  that  crossed  paths  with  his  ears.     ❝    A  spa?     ❞    He  constructs  those  two  words  with  a  crown  of  curiosity  placed  atop  it's  syllables.  There's  a genuine  interest  behind  what  he's  asking;  Yone  isn't  the  type  to  get  grabbed  up  so  easily,  his  mind  prefers work  over relaxation.  So  Ace's  managed  to  cross  a  hurdle  that  even  some  of  the band  members  themselves  struggle  to  climb.  If  it  were  any  other  offer,  Yone  would've  simply  brushed  it  off  politely  and  added  that  he  had  too  much  to  focus  on.  Too  much  to  create.  The  music  wouldn't  mix  itself  after  all,  and  there  was  the  matter  of  his side  gig  that  no  one  else  was  aware  of...

For  a  brief  moment  his  eyes  slide  to  the  duck.  It's...  cute,  he'll  admit  that  much  to  himself,  but  he  was  never  the  type  to  be  interested  in  pets,  not  like  Sett  was.  It's  a  miracle  the  group  even  had  a dog  at  all;  this  was  largely  in  part  thanks  to  everyone  dogpiling  Yone  until  he  finally caved  and  agreed  to  let  them  get  Earnest.  He  didn't  think  the  beast  would  be  as  well  taken  care  of  as  it  was,  and  not especially  by Kayn  of  all  people,  but  everyone  seemed  rather  fond  of  him  and  Yone  no  longer  had  to  heart  to  push  to  get  rid  of  him.  He  was  an  excellent  addition  to  the  music  video,  but  that's  all  he  was  originally supposed  to  be.

❝    If  it's  a  spa,  I  might  come  along.     ❞    He  finally  concludes  after  some  measure  of  silence  had  crossed  the  space  between  the  two  of  them.  He  still  wasn't completely  convinced,  but  he  was  certainly  more vulnerable  to  persuasion  than  at  the  start.     ❝    I  haven't  had  a  good  spa  day  in  a  while...     ❞    It's  a  miracle  to  hear  him  speak  as  much  as  he  was,  and  even  moreso  with  consideration  toward  ditching  his  work  in  favour  of goofing  off.  It  wasn't  that  at  all,  but  that's  what  Yone  would claim  it'd  be  if  you  asked  him  outright  how  he  felt  about  it.  Anything  that  didn't  involve  putting  his  pen  to  the  paper,  or  his  fingers  to  the  mixer  was  nothing  more  than play,  and  he  couldn't  afford  to  slack  off  for  even  a  second.  He  was  categorically  a  man  of  perpetual  habit  down  to  the  very  way  he  woke  up  and  prepared  himself  for  the  day,  so  deviating  off  the  self  made  path  was  nothing  short  of incredible.     ❝    Out  of...  curiosity... when  exactly  do  you  have  these  'spa  days'?  Are  they every  day,  or...  ?     ❞    Oh  dear,  he's  walking  a  very  dangerous  edge  right  now;  one  small  misstep  and  he'd  be  tumbling  into  the  murky  abyss  of  his  own  weaknesses.