#Honestly that'd embarrassing as hell

[bobalegsanji]

Me 🤝 Being in love with the most traumatised one piece characters

[every-aj-needs-an-angel]

Okay this one's been stuck in my head all day but I have absolutely time to write it so please share this vision with me

Try as they might, Steve and Robin couldn't get tickets to Chrissy Cunningham's arena tour, but they could get tickets to a festival she was playing.

The last thing Steve ever wanted to do was go and stand in a muddy field for sixteen hours while they waited for the headline act. But he was pretty sure Robin was in love with her favourite musician, and he wasn't about to deny his best friend a chance at love.

So he helped her make personalised t-shirts because honestly all the other bands in the line-up kinda sounded like they sucked.

His read, "Only Here for Chrissy" on the front and "I'm Steve" on the back and Robin's read "Chrissy, Will You Be My Girlfriend?" on the front and "If Lost, Please Return To Steve" on the back.

And it turned out, as they stood against the barrier in a not so muddy field, on a lovely, warm, but overcast, May day, that even bands that sucked could be fun. Even if it was only because they spent their day with earplugs in, so their eardrums wouldn't combust, bitching about each artist's lack of ability to put notes or an outfit together.

During the lunchtime intermission, the pair made friends with the lesbian couple next to them, Kayla and Jess, who were also eagerly awaiting Chrissy's set and similarly liked to mock those who committed crimes against sound and fashion. Steve was glad to have met them, they were really nice, and he felt better about leaving her to use the bathroom or to fetch food, knowing Robin was in safe hands.

He also felt better about letting her wander off, not that it stopped him from stressing out when she and Kayla had been missing for over fifteen minutes. He spread himself out to keep their places against the railing with his back to the stage, watching the crowd intently. Jess wasn't quite as chatty once they were alone, but she seemed content enough, bobbing along to the band that'd appeared on the stage.

Steve didn't turn back around to face the stage until he spotted the girls heading back towards them, he gave them a wave and turned around to look at the guys who hadn't been attempting to destroy anyone's hearing and was met with the face of the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen. Pretty face, long curly hair tied up in a bun, muscle tee showing off his many tattoos, piercings and chains and glittery Docs; Steve felt himself owl blink and blush.

God's gift to mankind was kneeling centre stage, guitar in hand making the most beautiful sounds Steve had ever heard as his fingers flew over the strings, and it was only when the rest of the band kicked back in that the man looked up, winked directly at Steve, and then jumped back to his feet, spending the rest of the song bouncing around the stage.

Steve only realised his mouth was agape when Robin finally arrived next to him and elbowed him hard in the ribs, giving him the same look she did whenever he was embarrassing in the club. He watched the rest of the Corroded Coffin, according to the backdrop, set in awe. Screaming and clapping along when they wished everyone a great day, throwing picks and drumsticks into the crowd and taking a bow; patting each other on the back as they wandered offstage.

As soon as it was quiet again, Robin wanted to know what the hell was wrong with his face and honestly, he couldn't answer her. He didn't even believe in love, not for himself at least, and he certainly didn't believe in love at first sight. It didn't stop him from spending the next couple of hours watching the faces at the sides of the stage, hoping to catch a glimpse of his new favourite guitarist, though.

As soon as Chrissy hit the stage, Steve got lost, between filming the set and watching Robin trying not to hyperventilate when Chrissy spotted her t-shirt, pointed to her, and giving her a coy little wink, blew her a kiss.

"An old school friend is here with me tonight, and I'd like him to help me out with this next track. Especially for the beauty in the front row, this is Girlfriend!"

The crowd went wild as the beat kicked in, but Steve was still watching Robin because it looked like she'd stopped breathing altogether. That was until she gasped loudly and started smacking Steve in the way she always did whenever she got overly excited; pointing wildly at the stage, and it was only when he looked over he saw Corroded Coffins guitarist bouncing up and down next to Chrissy.

Instead of the black muscle vest and skinny jeans he'd been sporting earlier in the day, he had changed into pale blue board shorts and a baggy white t-shirt that read "Hey Steve!" written in black sharpie with a giant winking smiley face underneath that could only really be seen when he swung his guitar around his back to copy Chrissy's dance moves.

The song ended, and the friends hugged, Chrissy waving him off the stage and calling out, "Eddie Munson everybody!" letting the crowd go wild for her friend before launching into the rest of her set.

By the time Chrissy had actually left the stage, Robin looked exhausted, having screamed and sung and danced herself out. They hung around a bit, said goodbye to Kayla and Jess, wishing them a safe journey home, and they were just taking one last look at the now empty stage when he heard someone yell his name...

[sophsicle]

I'm Sorry I'm the One You Love

Part I (Part II)

Sirius Black isn't in love with James Potter. Though sometimes Remus looks at him like he is. Like Sirius is sad and pathetic and...he doesn't even know, pining?

But he isn't.

Well.

Alright.

Sad and pathetic, perhaps. Depending on who you ask. On when you're looking. But he isn't pining. And he isn't in love with James.

That would be too easy.

Sirius thinks he could bear just being in love with him. Thinks that's a pill he could swallow. Unrequited feelings and all that. He'd mope around and write sad songs and drink too much. But eventually he'd get past it the way people seem to do with those kinds of feelings. But he isn't in love with James, is the problem.

He's fucking consumed by him.

"Sirius."

"Don't start."

Remus huffs, but, mercifully, goes back to his coursework, shaking his head while he does. Sirius, on the other hand, keeps staring at James and Lily. They aren't doing anything really, Sirius doesn't reckon Evans is one for big, public displays of affection. But then, maybe that'd be better. James and him don't - they've never - done that. Kiss or anything. So. It probably wouldn't feel so much like a kick in the fucking teeth the way watching them now does. Leaning into one another, heads nearly pressed together, whispers traded back and forth, secret smiles, nudging feet. James and Sirius have done that plenty.

Remus sighs again. "Why don't you talk to him?"

After a few seconds Sirius manages to pull his eyes away from the grotesque spectacle on the other side of the library. Why the hell are they sitting there anyway? Surely they could have sat at the same bloody table?

"I talk to him every day," Sirius says blankly. Which earns him a deeply unimpressed look.

"You know what I mean."

"I don't."

"You do."

"Don't."

He gets an eye roll this time. "Fine," muttering as he picks up his quill. "Have it your way then."

Remus has freckles splashed across his nose and cheeks, and just about the longest eyelashes Sirius has ever seen. He's obsessed with them, to tell you the truth. He's asked Remus if he uses some kind of potion for them but the other boy only scrunched his nose up, giving Sirius a look he didn't understand.

Remus's eyes flick up again now, meeting Sirius's, finding him staring. Sirius doesn't look away. He isn't embarrassed. Not about this. Not about most things, honestly.

"What?" Remus ask warily.

Sirius only shrugs. "Astronomy Tower? Tonight?"

Remus holds his gaze for a long moment before dropping his head again. "Fine." He doesn't sound overly enthusiastic but then, he never does with Sirius.

Sirius has never kissed James. Not even once. Though he's thought about it a few times. Sometimes he wants to ask James if he's thought about it too. Just so he knows. He's never kissed James.

But he has kissed Remus.

Loads.

He thinks he might be an expert at this point.

It takes the edge off. Makes him feel less like he's going insane every time he sees James. Like he wants to eat him and not in a sexual way, not really, more like in the way wolves want to sink their teeth into the necks of rabbits. Want to snap their spines. Want to feel them go limp. Want to swallow them whole so that there's no difference anymore. Between them. Between us. I've made you part of me. Bone of my bones. Blood of my blood. Skin of my skin.

See. It's not love. Sirius doesn't know what it is but it's not that.

After a few more seconds he kicks Remus under the table, causing the other boy to look up in exasperation. But this time when their eyes meet Sirius smiles the way he knows Remus likes. Feeling his insides grow warm when Remus smiles back - even if he's a little delicate about it.

Sirius isn't in love with James Potter.

But he might be in love with Remus.

[heartsforvin]

i needddd a fic or a blurb of vinnie making innocent!reader cum for the first time 🙈

GOOD GIRL

girl when i tell you …. imma need this irl ASAP

pairing: bfb!vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings: smut, praise kink, oral (f receiving), fingering, overstim, use of pet names, age gap (r's 20, v's 22), perv!vinnie, lmk if i missed anything !!

summary: when vinnie overhears you tell his brother you have zero experience, he takes matters into his own hands

a/n: bringing back bfb!vinnie because i thought this would be the perfect opportunity + a lil perv!vinnie is added w it (:

it was another friday night at your best friend's house, movies, popcorn and laughs is what was entailed, just like every other friday.

as of now, you and reggie were telling embarrassing stories to each other. you've known each other for years so nothing ws really weird or uncomfortable for the two of you to talk about.

"okay i got one," reggie starts as he takes a sip of his soda. "this one night i had gone out on a date with this girl, it was going great we went out to dinner and i thought maybe, y'know, i could get something out of it, but she completely turned me down." he explained, a laugh added.

you laughed with him. "did you ever hear from her again?" you asked.

reggie chuckled as he shook his head. "nah, think she blocked my number honestly."

laughing, you take a sip of the drink in your hand. your eyes lift when you hear reggie ask if you've got any embarrassing stories to share.

"i don't really have any romantic or sexual stories to share, if that's what you mean." you tell him, small smile added.

a scoff his heard from the man beside you. "seriously, not one story? come on, you've gotta had done some stuff with somebody? yourself even?"

you shake your head, not having done one single thing. you knew what all of that was, thanks to reggie, but just had never done anything.

as you and reggie were talking, you didn't notice his older brother vinnie slip past his room. the door was open slightly, you could see a bit inside and when vinnie did, his thoughts immediately went elsewhere.

he stopped in his tracks, hiding next to the door so he could hear you talk about your experiences. he made sure he was out of sight from you and his brother.

"nope, not even with myself." you say, and reggie chuckles softly.

it was crazy to him that you hadn't done anything with anyone. he had known you were more closed off and a little innocent, but not this much.

"you should probably get that fixed." the minute those words leave your best friends mouth, you let out a loud laugh.

vinnie, on the other hand, was thinking of all the ways he could help you out. he had always thought about you in that way. he knew it was wrong, you were his brother's best friend, he couldn't have you in that way ever.

something in him didn't care though, he needed you. needed to know why you've never experienced anything sexual.

"oh yeah, and who's gonna fix it?" you asked the brunette, he shrugged.

"i'm sure anyone would love to be with you. hell, i'm with you majority of time and i love being with you." he says, giving you a smile.

you smile back, soft sigh leaving your lips as you lay on your stomach on reggie's bed. vinnie looks in, and when he does, his breath caught in his throat.

it takes everything in him to not interrupt and walk in there, telling you to behave and not have your ass out like you do.

funnily enough, the shorts you were wearing weren't even that short, it was mainly vinnie's perverted mind doing that.

as the night continued, you hung out with reggie up until he fell asleep on you. laughing, you look over at your best friend who actually did fall asleep on you.

as you left his room, you saw vinnie pass by as you were headed to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

"what do you want?" you ask the eldest boy, smirk plastered on his face.

it was no secret vinnie was attractive, even you thought it. you'd never tell reggie, that'd be the day you'd never hear the end of it.

instead, you keep your glances at bay and subtle, hoping no one else catches on.

"nice panties." the comment make you turn your head to look at the back of your shorts, your red lace panties peeking out.

pulling your shorts down, your cheeks heat up at the embarrassment. vinnie shrugs, not seeing any problem.

"so," he starts. he puts his arm above your head on the doorframe, caging you in. "couldn't help but overhear you say you have no experience, ever?"

if you weren't embarrassed already, you definitely were now. you try to weasel your way out of vinnie's grasp but he doesn't let you.

"you want some help with that?" vinnie's smirk doesn't falter even when you roll your eyes at him.

although you were rolling your eyes at him, the idea had popped into your mind, especially now.

looking at him in his white tank top, sweatpants, tattoos and biceps on full display, you couldn't deny that he did look hot.

biting your lip, you smile as you nod your head slowly. the thoughts are taking over, feeling things you don't really understand.

"yeah, you wanna?" vinnie asks in a low, deep tone.

nodding, you're too nervous to give him a verbal response. vinnie smiles as he removes his arm from above you, taking your hand in his.

"gotta be quick, sweetheart. don't want someone to find out, do you?' he asks as the two of you walk to his room.

the minute the door shut you immediately smiled, when vinnie turned around to face you, he chuckled at seeing your reaction.

grabbing your waist, he pulled you into him, making you wrap your arms around him.

"y'know how bad i've wanted this, princess?" he asks in a low, sultry tone.

you shake your head, still a bit nervous and embarrassed. "a long fuckin' time." he says as he pulls you in closer.

the kiss is filled with so much intensity, so much hunger. he really has been wanting to do this for so long.

your hands find the back of his head and you're slightly tugging the baby hairs on the back of his neck, making him groan into your mouth.

his hands, however, find your ass and squeeze just enough for you to moan against his lips.

"sound so pretty, baby." he rasps, and you swore you could've melted right then and there.

you break apart from the kiss and take his appearance in. he's never looked this good, you could've sworn on that.

vinnie catches you staring and chuckles as he caresses your cheek. "need you to stop lookin' at me like that," he says, making you furrow your eyebrows. "or else i will fuck you and not hold back, and i know you don't want that right now."

you slowly nod your head, confidence starting to rise. "you know what i do want?" you ask.

he hums, moving his hands back to your waist, holding you there. “i want you to make me feel good.”

vinnie can feel his pants tighten at the sound of the words leaving your lips. he’s been wanting this to happen for months, he can’t believe he’s hearing you right.

smiling, he kisses you softly before smacking your ass lightly and telling you to strip and lay on his bed.

you nervously did as told. you felt exposed and little under his gaze. watching as vinnie walks over to you, you try to hide yourself from him.

“don’t hide yourself from me, baby,” vinnie says as he places his hand on your thigh. “you’re so pretty.”

blushing at his compliment, you give in and move your hands. you wanted this too, so it wasn’t anything forceful, you’ve just never done anything like this.

he smiles at you, leaning down to kiss you softly. “lay down for me, sweetheart.”

laying on your back against his pillows, you raise yourself up by your shoulders to watch vinnie’s next move.

he gets on the bed and hovers above you, smile plastered on his face as he looks down at you.

“look at you,” he whispers, hands moving along your body. “so perfect.”

you watch his hands move to your tits, squeezing them gently which makes your head tip back into the pillow.

“vinnie.” you gasp once you feel his hands on your chest.

his mouth moves from your lips to your collarbone and soon your chest. he marks each one, you watch as he does so.

“f-feel somethin’.” you say as vinnie continues to kiss down your body.

he looks up at you, eyes dark and filled with lust as he asks what you’re feeling.

you push your head into the pillow out of embarrassment, not wanting to say it.

“it’s like…tingly kind of?” you say more of a question.

he knows what you mean and before answering, he kisses the inside of your thighs. “is it tingling when i do that?”

you nod. “again.” vinnie smirks at you words and kisses the inside of your thigh again, doing the same to the other.

“shit, princess,” vinnie whispers once his eyes trail to in between your legs. “so wet f’me already and all i’ve done is kiss you.”

you whine at his words, the feeling becoming more intense. you watch as vinnie kneels on the bed in front of you.

his middle finger runs along you, making you moan quietly at the feeling you've never felt before.

"that feel good, mama?" the tone he asks the question in just spurs the feeling on more, along with the name.

you nod, a faint 'mhm leaving your lips as you feel his finger enter you. trying to speak, all that is heard is a broken moan.

vinnie looks up at you, eyes dark as he continues to move his finger in and out. he watches your face contort in pleasure as he does, smirk plastered on his face.

his thumb moves to rub circles on your clit, and that's when you really feel the pressure build up.

"v-vinnie," you whimper out, not being able to get more than his name out of your mouth.

he looks up at you, asking what's wrong or how you're feeling before you rely, "feels like m'gonna pee."

vinnie chuckles his his movements quicken, knowing exactly how you feel. "let it out f'me, baby. you're not gonna pee, trust me."

you nod and as his fingers continue to rub and hit that particular spot, you let go on his hand.

vinnie watches the sight in front of him, smirk on his face as he watches you cum all over his hand.

"good girl." he praises as he slowly puts his finger out of you.

you lift up on your elbows to see what he's going to do next. you watch as vinnie licks his finger clean of your juices.

vinnie kisses you with so much need before his lips trail down your body and soon end up back between your thighs.

he looks up at you through his lashes and you smile, gliding your fingers through his hair as you feel his lips on the inside of your thigh.

"fuck," you whine when you feel his lips on your sensitive clit with no warning. "still sensitive, baby."

vinnie jut hums against you, sending vibrations through you even more. his tongue flicks against your clit as you hear the obscene sounds of his mouth on you.

a loud moan rips through your mouth as you feel his finger enter you again. you cover your mouth with your hand, trying to be quiet the best you could.

"taste so fuvkin' good," vinnie breathes out. "god i've been wantin' to taste this pretty pussy for so long."

his words only add to the pleasurable feeling, making you moan into your hand.

"come on baby, lemme hear you." he rasps against you, making you let out a whine.

he smiles at your Moises before he goes back in. mouth and fingers doing wonders, making you feel things you've never felt before.

the overstimulation gets too much and soon, you're gripping onto vinnie's hair with both hands as you moan out profanities.

"v-vinnie, please." you whimper as you feel his tongue on your clit again.

you feel him smirk against you, and that only spurs on the feeling more. you feel that same knot forming again.

whimpers, moans and profanities, along with vinnie's name, is all that's heard in the room as you grip his hair and let go on his face.

he doesn't stop his movements though. you feel his tongue run along your folds even after you've released.

"p-please." you whimper, the feeling of his tongue feels so good, but too overstimulating.

"taste too good, mama." he whispers against you.

soon, vinnie lets up and kisses both your thighs before coming up to kiss you.

"did i do good?" you ask as you watch vinnie smile at you.

he caresses your cheek. "so good, sweetheart. such a good girl." he praises again.

you smile and lean into his touch, the two of you laying down on his bed. you snuggle into his chest as he wraps his arm around you and kisses your forehead.

mo words are exchanged before the two of you drift off to sleep.

hiii i’ve been working on this since wednesday 😭 sorry it took so long to get out, but i hope you all enjoyed it !!

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[blacklegsanjiii]

wait ohmygod imagine lusan in warlord!sanji au. luffy goes through so many shovel talks that stop midattempt bc all the warlords are very protective over their kid but they can tell without minutes of meeting luffy that hes the best there can be. luffy has no idea theres a shovel talk hes just happy to talk to ppl who have sanjis baby pictures and embarrassing stories. tho i guess this kinda scenario works with other ships too

Two different anons with the same energy I love it.

God that'd be hilarious. I feel like Jinbei wouldn't even try honestly after seeing WCI. And he is talking to the others. They all coparent someone who is so reckless and willing to die. It's like they kidnap the seraphim and go to Karai Bari where the warlords are all at because Jinbei called ahead and is like "I HAVE NEWS I WILL TELL YOU WHEN WE GET THERE!"

The Warlords and the Strawhats are all staring at each other as Boa tries not to swoon for Luffy. The seraphim are with them and looking at them all like they're dumb. Jinbei is so excited as he looks at his other coparents who are looking at mini versions of themselves and to the pirate crew and then to Jinbei specifically. Buggy is so confused and scared. He knows that Sanji is the kid of his "lieutenants" and the other three warlords but like honestly, he's scared.

"What the hell are these?" Crocodile asks.

"Seraphim is what Vegapunk called them. Look at them! It's us!" Jinbei says excitedly. "I know I've been unfairly having too much time-"

"You're in the crew!" Boa yells with a finger. "Of course you get a bunch of extra time with them!"

"But now with these you can all have a child again as well!" Jinbei grins and Mihawk just crouches down in that "Oh no God why me way" as he looks at their kid. Basically. Sanji is gripping their hair which Jinbei tries to get him to let go of. Doffy strings Sanji's hands to get them to stop. The Crew is ready to fight.

"Calm down, it's fine, I wasn't going to kill them this time." Doffy laughs.

"Oh but you would have last time?!" Sanji yells at him.

"If it came to it." Doffy shrugs with a grin and Sanji just starts yelling at him in a foreign language. Doffy is just laughing and then Sanji's legs light on fire and Mihawk groans. Crocodile sighs while Boa runs forward and holds Sani in a bear hug and squeals about no one mentioning that! She has Sanji in the air and spinning. Sanji is yelling at her now as Doffy laughs his ass off.

"What is going on?" Usopp asks in despair.

"He's our child, duh." Boa says.

"Well I'm their boyfriend so can you let them go?" Luffy asks. Nami chops Luffy's head, Zoro is screaming at Luffy for saying that and Mihawk for hiding it.

"So just to be clear, our child can set themself on fire, is dating their captain, Doffy almost killed them and would have if it came to it." Crocodile says.

"And they can sky walk." Jinbei nods proudly. Boa screams in delight and swings Sanji around more as they screams in another language and just losing it at his crew but Luffy blanks out.

"Sanji. Family meeting. Buggy, entertain them." Mihawk demands.

"Why me? Are you taking those things?" Buggy screams gesturing at the seraphim.

"No." And all the parents leave and Sanji is being carried by Boa as he's still yelling.

After the meeting Doffy, Crocodile, and Jinbei agree it's not worth trying to give Luffy a shovel talk. Boa and Mihawk on the other hand are going to give their child's captain a deep, deep, shovel talk. Also everyone is asking about the fire and Boa and Crocodile are picking apart his outfit which Boa and Sanji say Croc doesn't really have a leg to stand on there.

When they filter out of the tent where said family meeting took place they see Buggy and some of his crew members doing circus acts for the Strawhats and Seraphim. Luffy immediately rockets to Sanji and saying he's hungry and Sanji nods and invites everyone to the Sunny for dinner.

"Wait, so did you know Sanji before us?" Usopp asks Robin.

"No, I had heard of them but by the time I joined Sanji was already working at Baratie." Robin answers.

"How come you never told me the cook was your kid?" Zoro asks Mihawk.

"Because that would include explaining this convoluted mess and Sanji would have told you if they wanted to." Mihawk answers. "Strawhat found out at Marineford."

"What'd I find out?" Luffy asks.

"That we are Sanji's parents. Although there was quite a lot going on so I don't blame you for forgetting." Jinbei says with a pat to Luffy's shoulder.

"How did five warlords even end up with a kid?" Franky asks.

"Mihawk got me and Zeff off the rock and I went with him. Didn't want to leave me alone on Kuriagana so I went with him to meetings." Sanji shrugs. "The first few times I went with the others was because he had a job and then I just started getting passed around."

"You were so tiny back then!" Boa wails as she grabs Sanji and holds them close. Franky sets up the barbeque outdoor counters and Sanji frees themself and mutters the whole way to the galley to start gathering ingredients and supplies. Boa saddles up next to Luffy and starts to try the shovel talk but then she watches Sanji start chopping and slicing as the grill heats and just watches Luffy watch Sanji with the softest eyes. So instead she thanks him for getting Sanji back from Germa.

"Well yeah, he's my cook." Luffy says like it's obvious and suddenly to Boa it is.

Mihawk tries when Sanji drags Zoro to go do dishes with him saying it shouldn't take too long. Luffy is playing with the Seraphim who seem interested but confused. Luffy doesn't have a lot patience but he does have a lot of perseverance so he takes to teaching these things easily. Mihawk simply nods at Luffy who smiles widely at him.

When Sanji comes back out Nami wraps an arm around them and with a devilish grin.

"So how many drinks do I have to give out before I start to hear embarrassing stories?" Nami asks sweetly.

"Please don't." Sanji says.

"One time I took Perona and Baby 5 to Baratie and Sanji almost died five times!" Doffy calls from where he's perched next to Crocodile.

"Perona knew!?" Zoro yells.

"Yes, but she would only go to Kuriagana. I spent a lot of time painting nails." Mihawk drawls.

"Oh, I forgot to mention on our previous phone call but Sanji did kick Saint Jupiter." Jinbei nods proudly.

Mihawk pinches the bridge of his nose and groans as Doffy laughs. Boa is once again swinging Sanji around, Crocodile nods his approval at their child. Sanji is then pulled to their captain as the parents tell about Sanji's childhood. Boa coming through with photos she had marines take at warlord meetings of Sanji and their parents doing their absolute best or worst depending on the photo.

[tobyislame]

some ticci toby headcanons

consider this a headcanon salad cus these were all randomly thrown together as they came to me

- fragile masculinity up to the NINES with this one

- totally an ice eater what a sicko

- he's double jointed in so many places. also freakishly flexible. likes to freak people out by popping his joints in and out of place lmao

- has the crackiest bones ever. you think you hear sticks breaking in the woods its just toby's crack ass ankles

- weed partaker but stays the freak away from the bottle cus yk he doesn't want to find out if that "like father like son" stuff is true

- plays guitar and makes up shitty 1 minute sad guy with a guitar songs. fingerstyle typa guy

- plays ONLY FOR HIMSELF and gets embarrassed but tries to act like he's not if someone walks in on him. like he'll just hastily stop n scramble to put away his guitar n act all cool like he totally wasn't playing guitar just now and go "whaddyouwant"

- definitely sneaks into concerts and shows. it's easy for him to blend in there. gets suuuper fucking beat up in the pit cus yk he doesn't realize how battered up he's getting in the moment until he gets a glimpse of himself and is like oh hell my lip's busted and my nose is in a different place than it was before

- think he'd have an owen wilson nose on account of how much he's broken it

- also one of his canines is missing

- just a SUUUPER accident prone guy. has no sense of self preservation. like ZERO (cus he was never really taught how to manage his cipa) (well he was yk before The Incident but he doesn't remember much of it)

- has sun spots cus he's outside all day all the time. also tonsss of freckles and moles

- burns his playlists onto cds

- he'd like every music genre but in particular i think he'd listen to late 90s/early 2000s teenage boy music. also 80s music. specifically new wave stuff

- knows a lil bit of asl for his verbal shutdowns

- also i hc him as audhd

- along with his stutter (which i don't consider to be related to his tourettes) he also just has a speech impediment. like sometimes his r's or l's come out as w's and he has trouble pronouncing certain sounds or words and just says them wrong and people correct him consistently he just doesn't really listen or care to correct himself

- not too good at spelling or any of that grammar stuff

- i really want to stress that he's NOT stupid. he hate hate hates how people patronize him and make him out to be some sort of incapable dunce. it makes him feel small and he hates feeling small. he's smart, he's just not good at communicating it. no matter what he tries his words just come out wrong. "i'm lots smarter in my head" is what he'd probably say

- always has a fidget spinner/cube on him

- he kinda just vomits when he gets overwhelmed. like when he has to ride in a car he leans his head out the window like a dog the whole way, partly just cus he likes it and it's fun to play airplane with his hand in the wind but also cus he could spew his guts at any moment

- collects spider-man comics and cool rocks. also unironically looks up to spider-man cus he always gets back up despite all the shit he gets put through. he feels like he could learn from that. he thinks it makes him seem like a kid though which is something he really wants to prove that he's not so he keeps it to himself

- super gross oh my god he's so gross. like doesn't wash his body in the shower cus "the water will get it" picks his nose and eats it kind of gross. will also get all obnoxious and in your face about it if you rightfully tell him he's a sick fuck for that

- honestly that'd be his response every time someone criticizes him

- like you could be like "you fuckin reek" n he'd be like "oh yea?" and grapple you into a headlock with his armpit shoved in your face

- his speech pattern is a little funky. like his sentences just come out like they were sorta haphazardly put together. he doesn't make much sense a lot of the time

- i wanna say he's endearingly dorky but he's just fucking weird. like he probably flirts in a napoleon dynamite-esque fashion. he has a vague idea of what flirting is he just doesn't quite got it but hey he's got the spirit

- he really just has a vague idea of what conversation is in general. he just doesn't have that good of a grasp on how people talk to each other. he feels a major glaring disconnect between himself and every other human in the world and it just makes him feel even smaller

- a lost fucking puppy when it comes to talking to women. just completely and utterly helpless. he stutters a lot more he trips over his words a lot more which just makes him red it's brutal to watch

- my voiceclaim for him is whoever voices bumblebee before he loses his voice box in the michael bay transformers movies (just looked it up it's stiles fucking stilinski)

- his voice cracks all the time ESPECIALLY when he raises his voice. he gets red and embarrassed every time it does and he really badly tries to hide it which just makes it even funnier to everyone else poor guy

- wants so badly to be perceived as a big intimidating muscle man but he just isn't no matter how hard he tries

[walrus150915]

Goldenheart headcanons for when they have only started dating and were awkward as hell

(because I am a trans bi teenager who wants to experience mlm love yet can't because I'm afraid to date boys due to my dysphoria)

I noticed you people like when I make long posts like these and I love them too so I think I can share some hcs of mine about this stage of their relationship bc I have a lot honestly :]

- they started dating when they were around 16yo

- none of them actually had feelings for each other before puberty hit and they were like "damn my bestie is kinda fine- WHAT"

- Bal fell first. Ambrosius fell and broke the floor under him bc boyyyy did he fall HARD

- Bal navigated his feelings like "Ugh okay I guess that's what happens when you're friends with a handsome guy everyone has a crush on. That'll pass. That's part of puberty. Stay calm" meanwhile Ambrosius screamed in his pillow and freaked out and cried only to pretend nothing bothered him. It was hard to pretend when you literally study at the same academia/school/whatever and see each other every day bc you're best friends

- during the mutual pining era the PE lessons were DIFFICULT. Especially when they were put up against each other

- they look like friends who had no problem hugging/brushing each other's hair/being close physically in general yet when the feelings appeared, the things which used to be very easy turned torturous

- Ballister was the one to ask if Ambrosius saw that their friendship changed. Ambrosius couldn't hold it in anymore and mumbled through his confession so fast and awkward Ballister has only understood phrases like "I really like you" and "romantically I mean" and "you're very cool and that'd be sick if we became boyfriends"

- Bal turned his face to the side and muttered something like "yeah I think it would"

- and so they became boyfriends!!

- has something changed in the way they behaved around each other? Yeah but also not really. They were still besties and the physical contact became A LITTLE easier now that the sorta relationship they had was clear between them, but they just couldn't help but blush while touching each other

- their first kiss was a mess dude😭😭

- Ambrosius wanted it to go as smoothly as possible so he watched romantic movies and practiced kissing with his hand (embarrassing? Yeah I now) but when it was time to finally show off his skills he panicked and pressed his lips to Ballister's for a few seconds then his nose almost bled out bc of the nerves (not me projecting on Ambrosius but that's literally what happened to me when I had my first kiss)

- Ballister seemed calm about this whole thing but it doesn't mean he was. When they had their first ever date he brushed his teeth extra clear just to make sure he'd smell good during their first kiss. Bro was THRILLED

- basically Ambrosius was overthinking this and Ballister was... Also overthinking I'M SORRY THESE TWO ARE HORRIBLE

Now the headcanons are for the time when they've been dating for like more than a few months and have kinda got used to each other in this new ~romantic~ way

- Bal's way of flirting wasn't really obvious since he doesn't look like a guy who can come up with romantic compliments on the spot, however I think he touched Ambrosius if he wanted to express his feelings for him. Stroke his bleach-damaged hair, make their pinkies intertwine, put his head on his shoulder and nuzzle into him - this or he'd infodump new history/physics/chemistry facts he learnt

Bal: Okay, did you know that [some really complicated science stuff I cannot describe in words because I'm a literature major]

Ambrosius, heart-eyed, no clue what he's talking about: Wow that's really interesting anyways do you want me to change my surname to Boldheart-

- Ambrosius looks like a total theatre kid so I think he often flirted with Bal by quoting some love poems they had in their curriculum. Of course he quoted their analogue of Romeo's monologue under Juliet's balcony why do you think he wouldn't

- Having said that, whenever he quoted something which referred to a woman, he changed pronouns and general words bc he's attentive like that. Sometimes it got absurd tho. "Manservant of the moon" instead of "maid" like dude😭😭😭😭

- Ballister tried his best not to laugh but also not to pass out bcuz of the amount of praise his boyfriend gave him which was actually a lot. My man is as much of a mess as Ambrosius is let's not forget that

- one day Ambrosius quoted something which was not from the curriculum but instead from Bal's favorite book. I think Bal liked adventure books about knights which sometimes included romance and I imagine the dialogue going:

Ambrosius: "And even if I had to turn against the whole world to follow you-

Them together: "-I would do it with no hesitation-"

Ambrosius: "Because you are my world, Sir Redsword"

Them: *staring at each other*

Bal, all blushing: ...that's not from the books our teacher told us to read

Ambrosius, also blushing madly: Yeah but I figured I like some variety

- That's when Bal knew this guy was his forever soulmate

- Bal used to be taller than Ambrosius for a long time of their early years but then Ambrosius got late height boost or idk how it's called. Basically dude went from 5'5 to 6'1 overnight and I know Ballister was PISSED

- these two totally kissed in the janitor's closet when they needed some privacy I'm telling you (not even in a "steamy" way although I think some sort of tension existed - cmon they were late teens bro do you really think puberty is nice to teenagers???).

- why would you get a private space where you can explore this side of your relationship safely when you can have a literal closet with racks and mops and buckets, am I right

- Ambrosius tried writing poems for Ballister they SUCKED

- Ballister still saved each and one of them. One day, he'll sort through his things to move to his own place after the wall comes down and find these yellow checkered sheets of paper, full of bad rhymes and silly words. He'd bring all of them to his (and Ambrosius's) new apartment

Okay now the last hcs which I honestly have no idea how to call but umm ✨what people around them thought about their blooming romance✨

- Queen Valerin understood something was up on the spot. Like, for a straight woman, her gaydar worked flawlessly😭 it was enough for her to see them hide the fact that they held hands to go "I know what you are". She was pretty supportive although she did ask Bal on their one-to-one meeting to "use protection" like all moms do🖐

- The Director also knew something was up but her reaction was more like "Sir Ambrosius will grow out of it". As you know, he never did LMAOO

- Todd was hilariously oblivious despite teasing Ambrosius like "HAHA LOLLLL GOLDENLOIN WHY R U ALWAYS WITH THIS COMMONER GUY ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH HIM OR SOMETHING". He did it in a cishetero "haha gotta mock my homie for being gay" yet DID NOT REALIZE his homie was, indeed, gay

- some cadets could pick up on it, some didn't

- anyway I think the general public knew nothing about it bc if they did that'd be a scandal worse than Henry the 8th's when he created a new religion bc his loins were on fire thanks to Anne Boleyn

ALSO GET THIS LITTLE PIECE (which I don't really like bc of the coloring choices) OF THEM :D

I swear Ambrosius isn't yellow irl😭😭 I'm myself asian I now better than that

That's about it I guess! Lemme know what you think (if you wanna use/adopt these hcs, feel free to do whatever you want with them! Just tag me so I could see it wjsjjajaj!!!!) ;3

[allwormdiet]

Agitation 3.1

Got waylaid by work and brain weather, but we're back to it. Let's see how Taylor's life is going

Her routine has come up before, but it bears saying that I think Taylor's actual superpower might just be that she's a morning person who can hold herself to accomplish daily goals, like goddamn girl

The constant, casual cruelty that makes up so much of Taylor's history is equal parts saddening and infuriating. I'm sure we'll get an explanation for why the bullies do this to her, I think I've said as much in previous posts, but also as mentioned in previous posts I find it aggravating to endure.

...I don't know if this is quite the right place in my reading to speculate on it, but I'm not sure if Taylor even has a shot at university at this point, even setting aside the cape thing. The bullies are all in her year, which means they'd never be separated from her by graduation. Their constant sabotage and harassment would mean her grades are low, so even if she gets into a college with whatever GPA she can bodge together (and no extracurriculars to pad her application out), she's probably not going to earn any scholarships and money's already pretty tight for the Heberts. That means student loans, and probably shit rates considering the world they're in.

Maybe this is my bitter ass reflecting on how the greatest benefits I got out of going to college were completely incidental to the courses I took or the degree I earned, but... Taylor, I know college meant a lot to your mom, I just don't think that path is nearly as open to you as it used to be. I think it's fine to just learn a trade, and I think it's fine if the trade is armed robbery.

So you're telling me Taylor's self-image used to be worse? Jeeesus

I like that Brian knows how to blend into an environment as the situation calls for it. That speaks to a pretty keen observational ability, and also is maybe tied to his need to act more grown-up than he is. And now I'm sad again.

"I want" is cute, embarrassment is for suckers (I say, easily embarrassed)

I don't even like coffee, but a fifteen dollar coffee had better be the best coffee you've ever had, oh my god

And honestly that must have been weird for every member of the team, just suddenly having money not be a problem anymore. Taylor's holding out for now, although I suspect it won't be that way forever, and everyone else either wants or needs it bad enough for their own ends that I don't think they're gonna think about it too hard (except for Lisa, who has the full context and whose power is thinking too hard)

Taylor please don't undersell your injuries to your teammates, I don't like you doing it with your dad but I understand it. Here though? Come onnnnn

Yeah there we go

Violence is an easy language to understand. Cruel, obviously, and painful, but if Rachel is already struggling with other people's words and feelings (five bucks says she's autistic tbh) then getting the shit kicked out of her is probably a better sell on the new recruit than any pretty speech

...Ideally they move past that pretty quick so words can be used again

Also poor Rachel, for real. Ten years in the system and then whatever it was that triggered her powers, which is obviously never good. No wonder she came out the other end more willing to trust dogs than people.

Ugh, my heart

Is she showing off for the guy she's crushing on? That's adorable

Curious that the limits of her power seem to be based on complexity of the brain. I assume there has to be a brain at all or else she could just shoot germs at people, although that'd also be a little bit inefficient as a power unless she started getting into disease warfare and holy shit this would be a very different story if Taylor could give people smallpox

Gotta be a weird day for the crab though

Couple things here

Brian you're not even eighteen yet as far as I know, what the hell

Of course Lisa cheated, she's built to cheat, at that point I'm not sure it even counts as cheating

Knowing what I know about Alec, somehow I doubt he was ever in school to drop out in the first place

...on the flipside I'm a little surprised that Rachel never went during her time in the system, you'd figure that'd be a condition of her fostering but either the guardians didn't give a shit or she fought her way out of ever actually attending

Also, I know it's a matter of course that she'd have a key to the base, but it's sweet all the same

It's nice of Brian to make this offer, although I'm willing to bet it's because he's the only Undersider who would get up before 6 AM. It's also a pretty smart call to keep her up to date this way

Also very funny that Taylor is like "Oh I like Lisa just fine but she scares the shit out of me"

...Also also, for real, Lisa has to already know what's going on with Taylor right? There's no way Taylor's good enough at lying to bury that one.

Girl I'm dreading it and I'm just reading about it

This is just. So goddamn sad. And maddening, to boot.

Gee Taylor you sure to seem to spend a fair amount of time thinking about the comparative attractiveness of other women

Agonizing, though, for real. Wildbow has knocked every school scene out of the park and I hate it.

I wonder if Taylor's gonna even bother coming back to school at this point. First day she left mid lunch, second day she left right after lunch started, here she's splitting before first period. As much as she clings to this side of her life... I don't know if it's any healthier than full-time villainy.

Go blow off steam with your new friends Taylor

Current Thoughts

I actually don't have any real expectations for this arc going into it. Obviously Arc 1 is the start of... I mean kind of everything, and Arc 2 is made up of the immediate aftermath from those events. This one? I dunno. I was a little worried I'd have to deal with another chapter of Winslow, but it looks like Taylor decided she was sick of that shit

I like Brian, but I think mostly I'm worried for him? This is a lot of effort so far made to seem mature and normal, and I don't know if that's possible for a teenager who goes out to be a supervillain. It's admirable in a sense, but I'm worried about how fragile it leaves him.

I don't love that Rachel seems satisfied by an exchange of violence but that's more bc I don't want these kids beating the shit out of each other, not any kind of "this is bad actually" sense.

Other than that I'm mostly just curious what the rest of this arc looks like. Thank fuck it's not more high school.

Oh, yeah, I'm gonna try and read more at work today, I might take my screenshots then and see if they drive me up a wall, but even if so I'll just retake them when I get home. Fingers crossed work is slow enough for it.

[toughguymatt]

Night Drive

Part 2/3

Pairing: AU!Nick x Male OC (Adrian Rivers) Summary: Curiosity getting the better of him, Nick takes up an offer to go on a late night drive. Warnings/Content: Language. Oral sex. Third Person POV. Posted in three parts, so it's an easier read. Smut is in the final part. A/N: When we say AU, we mean it. Nick bartends, is into cars, and knows how to drive? Crazy. Buckle up, get strapped in. Also, the FC for Adrian is Vinnie Hacker, but feel free to picture whoever you like.

Part One

Nick's fingers hesitated on the phone screen as a few of his coworkers dapped him on the shoulder, saying goodnight as they left for their cars. Tara had asked him if he needed a ride before she left earlier, and his dumbass told her no, so he hoped to fuck he didn't come to regret this. The last thing he needed was getting stood up or some shit which was honestly a huge possibility considering the fact this Adrian fucker was so hot the retinas of his eyes burned just scrolling his Instagram. Which, he may have scrolled just a little further than he had let on. After a moment of deliberation, he sent his text, the night's wind whipping against his reddened cheeks. 

Nick: Hey, Michael Myers. Still up for that drive?

As if on cue, Adrian's car purred triumphantly towards Nick's position. He beeped the horn twice with a smile. "Hey, handsome," he shouted out of his open window. "Ready to get murdered?" There was a breath of laughter, visible in the dark, as he unbuckled his seatbelt. 

God, that was so extra. A huff of laughter puffed from Nick's own lips. He couldn't fucking believe... "Oh yeah, thrilled." He called out, just as his feet carried him forward before he could talk himself out of it and hightail it in the other direction. 

"Did you have anywhere in mind?" Adrian held the car door open to let Nick in the driver's seat. "Because, if not... I have a dark alley we can go to," Adrian joked.

Nick tucked his phone into his pocket as he passed close to him to duck into the car, eyes cutting to his as he did so. Nick's stomach fluttered like he was 12 or some shit. He swore he could smell that hint of vanilla he remembered from before, but maybe it was the car again. 

"You're actually crazy." Nick’s lips lifted into a half-smile despite his words, hands lifting to the wheel as the buzz of the engine still thrummed from under them. "You want to just skip right to the alley? Fuck, you're fast, don't you pay attention to true crime? Premeditate that shit a little bit at least," he continued on, not wasting time to adjust the seat. Nick didn't care - he was invited to drive. He was going to make the most of it while he had it. Besides, Nick did want to be safe. He didn't want his first accident to be in some hot guy's car. That'd be embarrassing as hell. He slid the seatbelt over himself, making sure Adrian was putting his on with the corner of his eye. "I was thinking I'd take you around here then hit the highway for a bit. Didn't realize you wanted this to end so soon."

Adrian buckled in, amused at how naturally Nick adjusted everything to his liking. He drug his teeth against his bottom lip in a smile before answering. "Absolutely not. I'm ready for wherever the night takes us." Adrian tapped the LED screen between them. "You're gonna have to deal with my tunes though. It's hell to re-sync my phone." 

"Oh, God, that feels like a warning somehow. Don't tell me you're a soundtracks only guy. That's the worst. Well, maybe not the worst. I know a guy who only listens to his own rap music. That's the worst."

Adrian reached inside his jacket for his phone and typed a quick response to the text he missed. "What do you normally drive by the way? Porsche? Corvette? A cute little VW bug?" 

Nick peeled away from the corner as Adrian began to ask him just entirely too much. A laugh, or maybe it was a scoff, punctuated his words. "Be so for real. A bug?" Like his big ass head would be able to fit through the door. 

"What kind of guys are you into?"

Nick was blindsided before he could fully answer. His face warmed with embarrassment as he focused his attention on the road ahead. "Maybe I like guys that don't ask me a thousand questions." Nick tried his best to not look right at him, somehow knowing his exact expression, and that was incredibly fucking distracting.

“Hey, if you have the wheel, I think it’s only fair.” Adrian leaned back in his seat and pressed play on his Late Night Driving playlist. “Plus, why not get right to it? I mean, you might die tonight.” In all seriousness, they could both bite the dust and crash into oncoming traffic headfirst. Letting a stranger drive his car? What idiot does that? But Adrian liked to think the best in people. Especially ones that he gravitated to. Nick was like a magnet, or an all-consuming black hole in space. Adrian couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“Alright, Jigsaw,” Nick rolled his eyes, “you got me there. I’m still not convinced this won’t end without me all over TikTok as a cautionary tale.” He was relieved for the music that started to play, so maybe his hesitance between questions wasn’t as painfully obvious. 

Adrian wasted no time in asking another question. “When was your last relationship?”

It’s not like Nick could say his only real relationships had only ever been in his head. He let out a huff of laughter that could’ve been a snort, switching lanes and glancing over his shoulder. “I don’t really do those.” They arrived at a red light, and his eyes flicked over to Adrian. The lights from the intersection only served to cast a glow on his skin. It was statistically impossible for someone to look this sexy just hanging out in a car. There was definitely something wrong with him. “Why are you this awake this early?”

"Or do you mean why am I awake this late?" Adrian stretched his fingers against his thighs, contemplating how much of himself to reveal. "Well... I just didn't see the point in going to sleep. I have a flight in a couple hours."

Nick’s eyebrows raised as he spared a quick glance at him, before looking back to the road. “A flight? You going on vacation or something? Flying out to see your boyfriend?” God, he really hoped it wasn’t because he had to flee the country after his murder.

"I have a business meeting," Adrian stated simply. "And I don’t have a boyfriend. Haven’t for, like, a year now." He took a moment before speaking again. "So you don't do relationships. Why?"

“Why?” Nick started, a little flustered. His eyes cut over to Adrian again. “I have Daddy issues,” he said dryly, bluntly. “I don’t know.” Nick honestly wasn’t really sure why. “No boyfriend. Gotcha. So you’re married, then.”

Adrian ran a hand through his hair with a sad choke of laughter. "Have you been hit on by not-single guys before?" 

Nick frowned. "Well, yeah, I mean. I work at a club. I like it there, but, you know. A lot of people trying to get away from their regular lives." He picked up speed, and with his left hand, rolled down the driver's window just an inch to let in some cold wind from outside. He liked the way the sound filled the car. He'd roll it back up in a second. 

Adrian skipped to the next track. "I mean, I get it, you're super attractive, but I couldn't do something like that. If I'm with someone... I'm with someone. I don't see anyone else." 

"What happened with your ex?" If Adrian could ask questions, so would Nick. 

"Just didn't work out. We wanted different things." Adrian cleared his throat. "And he wanted someone else." Adrian didn't regret his past relationships and he didn't dwell on  them either. He didn't see the point in looking in the rearview when you had places to be. 

Nick couldn't really fathom someone looking at this man and going, “pass.” If fucking God's elite were out here with sad ex stories, there was truly no hope for the rest of them. 

Adrian watched as the streetlight turned from red to green. "What's your favorite food?"

Once they were on the highway, Nick moved to the fast lane, and rolled the window back up. "Oh, wow. Sushi. Donuts. Chicken sandwiches. Garlic bread. Those little crispy noodles you get at Chinese places. Can't really pick just one thing."

Adrian grinned at Nick's food choices, mentally jotting them down for later. "I personally love a good lasagna."

"I think it'd be weird if you didn't. You can't really…” Nick was distracted by a slow-ass truck ahead “...go wrong with noodles and cheese." His hand automatically reached over to the back of Adrian's seat, glancing behind him to switch lanes. "Don’t worry, I've never gotten a ticket. I'm not going to start now." He picked up just enough speed to switch lanes again, in front of the truck. "Does me driving make you nervous? Do you feel more comfortable going to your dark alley?"

"Actually?" Adrian ran a tongue beneath his front teeth. "I've never felt more comfortable with someone else in the driver seat. You drive like I would. Besides, I think giving up the reins every so often is good for me. I mean, with the bakery and all my business shit, I do everything myself. Super hands on. I can't give up complete control," he skipped to the next song as proof, "but I don't mind easing up if I can trust the other person not to fuck it up." 

“So what you’re saying is you’re bossy.” Nick kept a steady pace, at the speed limit but not over. There weren’t any cops around but he wasn’t about to take any chances. “Do you work for your parents or something?” He said he had some kind of business trip earlier. Again, how old was this guy? 

Adrian laughed. "I will never deny that. I'm very bossy when I want to be. No, I work for myself. I know. Crazy. A 21-year-old with a bakery. Soon-to-be franchise, if this meeting goes well." His phone buzzed with another text. "Uh, that's how I know Tara actually. She did a photoshoot for me. Some promo shots for the website. The menu." He turned his attention back to Nick. "Have you been to Sweet Dreams?"

“You’re lying.” How the fuck? “That place is yours? I haven’t, in person. But Matt, my brother, he’s been.” He paused a beat, trying to soak in the information. It caught him more than a little off guard. “That’s a lot of shit for a 21-year-old. I’m twenty…one.” He added with a clearing of his throat. “And I’d probably die if I had any more responsibility than I do now.” The idea of deadlines practically gave him hives. 

"I like staying busy. I like having goals, deadlines. It's just easier for me." Adrian would never admit he overextended himself most days. He'd crash into bed with yesterday's clothes way too often to be considered normal. "You should give it a shot. There's new items every season. I'm working on some pumpkin spice stuff for fall already." 

“Was that you who did those— strawberry cinnamon rolls with the actual strawberries? Like, in the layers?” He motioned with his hand. He and Chris had almost murdered each other over that one for real.

Adrian grinned at Nick's description of the pastry. "Surprised you managed to snag some. Those go super fast. If you like those, you should try the strawberry-rhubarb cake. There's fresh strawberries in the frosting."

“That does sound delicious.” Nick could feel Adrian’s eyes on him; his skin felt hot. It was a good thing he was the one driving. It always was a good distraction.

The scenery blurred past the window as Adrian focused on the curve of Nick's hands against the steering wheel. "What's your favorite movie?"

"I'm trying to figure out if I want to give you the real answer or the cool answer." Nick paused and risked another glance over at Adrian. "Let's start with yours."

"Why not both?” Adrian shrugged. “Okay, my cool answer would be… The Dark Knight, and my real answer would be Edward Scissorhands."

Nick’s lips were still lifted into a smile, until he had to go and say that. Nick’s cheeks reddened. Dear god now he was going to look like a loser what are the fucking chances… “Shut the fuck up.” He glanced at him quickly. Was he just saying that to fuck with him somehow? No. That’s stupid. How would he even know that? “I don’t know if it’s cool, but my trendy one is Star Wars.” 

Adrian smiled with his teeth at Nick's trendy movie answer. "You have no idea how many times I've had people come up to me and say I look like Anakin." 

“Really?” Nick briefly took his attention off the road, his gaze drifting over him - up from down. “I don’t see it.” More like a spitting fucking image but he didn’t need to know that Nick had already acknowledged the resemblance in his head an embarrassing amount of times already. Nick hesitated before giving him the second part of his answer. “And your real one is also my real one. Which, by the way, is cool actually.”

"Maybe we should re-watch Edward Scissorhands together sometime."

“Hold on buddy, let’s see if we both actually make it out of this drive alive first.” It sure as fuck wouldn’t be at his apartment, where he’d never hear the end of it from Chris and Matt. Plus, Nick wasn’t totally out on this guy not being a secret psychopath. “Then I’ll maybe consider it. I’m still trying to figure you out.”

"We're stuck in a car together." Adrian’s words tumbled slowly from his mouth. "What else do you want to figure out?" He wasn't subtle about the way he looked at Nick's mouth or the skin beneath his Adam's apple. "Unless you've already made up your mind. We can switch seats, I'll drive you back." Which Adrian didn't want to do in the slightest. He still had hours to kill until his flight, and he'd rather be with Nick than alone with his thoughts. "We can park at any time, handsome."

“Maybe I need to see how you drive before making up my mind.” Nick already got in the car with him. He had a point. He wasn’t dead yet. His gaze flicked over to him before drifting back onto the road. “I’ll let you drive me home later.” 

"I can do that." Adrian tried to hide his smile as he turned his phone over. 

Nick’s hands flexed tighter on the wheel. It was God knows how early and yet Nick was spending his valuable sleep hours on a man. “Any suggestions on where to park?”

"You know how to get to Ranger Trail?"

“This exit, right?” He asked with a nod of his head toward the long stretch of highway ahead. He was already shifting lanes, prepared to get off on the nearest one. “I might need you to navigate a little bit.” He lifted a hand to adjust the center mirror only slightly. 

“Do you go hiking there or is that just where you hide the bodies?”

Part Three

[exsqueezememacaroni]

Sure, I'm over-tired and over-caffeinated and procrastinating on work, so here are my official thoughts on my image edits/gifs getting reposted on IG, pinterest, etc.:

These thoughts are for me and MY posts ONLY

I post self-made gifs and de-watermarked pics here mainly because i want these things to be seen, but seen outside of my public self. The relative anonymity of a tumblr blog is perfect for me. When 'content' I have worked on migrates to IG without credit to me that is actually preferable to me. To see gifs that I've made get lusted after on IG honestly gives me great satisfaction, a little smirk to myself, and it's not exactly that'd I'd be embarrassed to be outed as the gif-maker, but like....it's not like that's what I want to be known for in the larger world, you know? Like of all the things I create - gifs and mostly illegal photoshop edits fall to the very bottom of the list of things I make for credit.

And not to sound nauseatingly self-righteous but like....are we not just here to enjoy Mike's beauty as a person/muscian? Are we not just here to appreciate the actual creatives behind the content? The video makers, the camera operators (and I think it's a crime that those folks are often not credited), the photographers? Hell, even the concert bootleggers? At this point in my posts I try my hardest to track down the originator of the actual image, etc. Because lord help me, is the hypocrisy of wanting my own credit for images that I am literally removing visual creator credit from not clear enough? I understand that there is labor involved in curating/finding these things in the sea of otherwise grainy and lackluster imagery, but at the end of the day I put in that labor as a service to myself...so that something I love that someone else has ultimately created is out there in the world...and my only regret is that when it gets transferred the metadata/og photocredit is sometimes lost.

For those that DO feel a sense of injustice over their curated/scanned images being reposted cross platform...I really am open to how we might address this? Is there something to do other than feel slighted/angered? I'm not saying that feeling isn't valid, but feeling it alone doesn't keep it from happening and I'd rather you live your life free from it.

Let's have this conversation....I'm not saying I'm right here...I'm saying I've made peace with my own posts...let's get you to make peace with yours in a way that makes sense with you.

[gauloiseblue]

Hellgate

[+18 | MDNI]

2!Dante × Reader

If someone asked you what kind of hints you were citing to him, you’d only blush and refuse to answer it. And you’re ready to bet that their innocent minds can only come up with the purest form of sex, while in reality, you really want to reduce your boyfriend into a sobbing mess.

It might be something that he discovered along the way, or how the evidence slowly mounted up and his brain finally made a connection. Either way, the hints that you’ve been dropping since God knows when were finally noticed.

Well, it’s not that you’re passive-aggressively sending him a signal, and sitting back hoping that he’d pick it up. You just don’t want to frighten him, because the idea of surrendering one’s control can be really scary. Especially for a tough guy like Dante. Oh, you're definitely going to use that nickname against him.

When he finally addresses the matter—or more like confronting you about your eagerness to take the lead, you just smile at him. Even a Devil can’t escape the conventional education of sex.

Now, if we pick his brain apart, you’ll see that he has every side of him arguing. His dismay would shout a hard ‘NO’ at him, while his poor confusion would try to make out the situation. Maybe his adventurous side would shrug and say why not?, and his ego would try to smother it with a pillow. But where’s the part of him that loves you? Well, he’s the one who silences them all.

“It’s just a suggestion.” You nonchalantly said, “I don’t mind sticking with our usual way, but why don’t you try it once and see if you like it or not?”

He didn’t answer right away, as you’d expect it. But give it 5 days maximum, and he’ll get down to it. But how can you be so sure? The answer is, you just know.

Call it a lover’s intuition, but you can see through his mind. And it’s a hell of wreckage.

An explanation might be offered, but you might as well write an essay about it. Let’s dive into the haywire thoughts of his. Dante is a traditional kind of lover, and he’d prioritize your pleasure before his. Even when you get on top of him, and straddling him with your hips, he’d still try to hold back. But you knew that he wanted to cum so bad.

He’s the perfect example of Gary Stu, because never in your life you see a little bit of his weakness. Well, you did, but they’re a lovable weakness so they didn’t count. This side of him might be some kind of a dream come true (for some people), but not in your case. You just hated it. Because if he doesn’t let you see the tender side of him, it means that he doesn’t trust you completely.

This man might have the biggest trust issue you ever encounter, even rivaling his enormous insecurities. Yes, yes, you know. He had his reason, but you had yours too. You don't want to always be on the receiving end, you want to take care of him as well. He always exceeds your expectations, and he keeps building a new wall every time he does it. As if he's afraid that you'd leave him, after you see what's past behind his strong facade.

It's exhausting, for both of you. He can't keep lying like this, and you can't always pretend that it's totally fine. You've tried to encourage him to open up before, but it's no success. So this time, you're going to push him beyond his limit instead. In short, you're going to teach him some lessons. And maybe, by some miracles, he'll finally realize that what he’s done would only hurt the two of you.

At first, you see the refrain in his eyes. He's afraid, and of course he's afraid. You literally asked him to hand you his control, and who knows what he'd do during the act. What if he whines, or even begging you to let him finish? That'd be so embarrassing.

Then, comes the curiosity. What's the worst that could happen? He's a tough guy after all (honestly, you're still laughing whenever you try to narrate his thoughts), he can handle it. You’ve promised him that you wouldn’t do anything that makes him uncomfortable. And as long as he remembers, you never made him feel that way.

But here comes the fear. It’s the shortest period, but it clearly leaves the most impact on him. What if, somehow, you lose your interest in him afterwards? What if he does something so shameful that you never want to speak of it? What if you find it disgusting? What if, what if, what if…

Thankfully, he manages to snap out of it.

Anyway, he goes through that cycle again and again. Days passed, and you waited patiently for him to decide. To be fair, you don’t mind if he refuses the proposal. But it’d feel like a step back in your relationship, and he’d end up putting another wall around him.

Day 4 after the initial discussion, he comes to you. It’s just past dinner, and you’re lounging on the sofa. He approaches you, with his hands in his pockets. You pretend to immerse yourself into your novel, before lifting your head up when he’s standing by the couch.

Of course, he’s having a second thought, and it reflects in his eyes. But he manages to muster up courage and asks you,

“If I say yes, what are you going to do to me?”

And you close your book, “Do you trust me?”

“I do, but I have to know—” He corrected himself when you lifted your novel again, “I do.”

“I want to try something new, and it’s gonna be all about you.” You told him, “But I think it’s wise to lay down some rules.”

“Tell me.”

“First, we have to choose a safeword. If it gets too much, you can stop it by saying the word.” You explained briefly, “Second, you have to be honest with me. When you don’t feel comfortable, or you don’t find it enjoyable anymore, you have to tell me, by using the word."

He didn't say anything, as he pressed his knuckles against his lips. He looks the other way, and you can figuratively hear the gears rolling in his head. "Alright." He muttered out, "But I can't think of any words yet."

"It should be specific, like something you wouldn't say during a normal conversation." You suggested, "You can use flowers, or anything really."

But knowing him for years, you know he wouldn't come up with such an easy word. He'd spend the whole day thinking of asking you a trivial thing, before he decided to do it tomorrow. This man would take anything too seriously, even when it's just a silly line. You really think he'd choose a rare word, like subrosa, lucent, or some sort of ancient epithet. Until you hear him say, "Hellgate."

You blinked in surprise. Hellgate. It didn't even cross your mind, how clever.

For most people, it might be just a term. But for both of you, it has developed from a simple shout to a warning. The two of you have used it, until it changed its meaning. It shifted from 'Beware, it’s a gate of hell!' to 'Absolute no go'. And when he said it to you, it conveys; It's not safe, we shouldn't go there.

"Hellgate." You repeated, "We'll use that." You push yourself up, before you extend your arm toward him, "Come, let's take it upstairs."

—

He didn't flinch when you fastened the rope, even when it dug into his skin. "Too tight?" You asked as you loosened the bind around his arms.

"You can go tighter."

"No, I don’t want to make your hands numb.”

You let out a huff as you redo the ties on his back. Not even a minute has passed, and you already run into the first problem. Dante doesn’t know his own limit or discomfort, and it’s making your guesswork harder.

“There we go.” You said as you tied the final knot.

Almost instinctively, he tries to tug his hand to test the strength. “You know I can easily break free from it right?”

“Try not to.”

He let out an amused snort, which tempted you to do the same. But you keep your facade and smile.

You touch his bare skin gently, and he sighs as he begins to relax. Your fingers trail from his chest, down to his stomach, and they pause right above his jeans. He draws a sharp breath when your hand slips under the underwear, “Do you mind?” You asked him, while fiddling with the button. He nods, just as impatient as the bulge inside his pants.

The zipper rustled down, and your hands quickly worked on his jeans. He looks away when you pull the pants down, along with his brief. Even when sex has been a part of the routine, he’s still somewhat shy when it comes to nudity.

“Lay down.” You told him as you gently pushed him to the bed. As he settles down, you begin to pile up the pillows behind him. “Look up for me.” You said as you raised his chin.

You reach into your pocket, and take a hold of the bundled piece of fabric. A look of surprise crosses his face as you unravel the blindfold, and you carefully wrap it around his head. “Is it really necessary?” He timidly asked, while you adjusted the cloth around his eyes.

“Yes." You press him against the pillows, "Like I said earlier, it's all about your pleasure."

He didn't protest further, even when you placed the earmuffs on his head. Although it's not going to prevent him from hearing your voice, as long as you keep quiet, he won't be able to tell where you are.

Climbing down the bed, you then walk to the nightstand. You rummage through the drawer, and find the plastic box beneath the magazines. Inside the case, there's a medium sized silver ring with adjustable width. Plus one remote control. Well, after knowing the exact size of his cock, the adjustable part surely comes in handy.

The bed dips as you return to his side, and he flinches when you touch his face. “Relax.” You assured him, and he slowly calmed down. Not for long though, as the clasp of the ring releases a clicky sound. Your hands work on adjusting the toy, before you wrap it around his cock.

“What did you put on me?”

“Vibrating cock ring.” You uttered with a smirk, “It’s going to keep your dick up until we’re done.”

He heaves a sigh, “Since when did you buy it?”

“Guess, tough boy.” You chuckled as you kissed his cheek. With the remote in your hand, you test the lowest setting on him.

He gasps when the ring starts to vibrate, which rouses his member up. You let it on for a half minute, before you turn it off.

“How was it?”

“... It’s fine.”

“Good.” You replied as you stepped away from the bed. You flop down on the chair by the bed, which gives you a full view of him. “Remember what we talked about before? Do you remember the safeword?”

“Yes.”

“Alright. If you’re uncomfortable, or you need to stop, just say it out loud.”

He nods.

You look at him once again, and observe how his chest rises and falls. He’s nervous, if it’s not so obvious already. You wanted to tease him a little more, but you didn't want to scare him. Fiddling with the controller, you flick the switch to number two.

Almost in an instant, his body jolts from the stimulation. Though it's more of the abruptness rather than the pleasure itself. But as the shock subdued, the feeling began to build up in the pit of his stomach. It starts slow, and you raise one more level.

He hisses when the toy's setting is getting higher, and his cock begins to swell. He bites his lip, trying to suppress his moan. Alas, you can hear it from his breath. Not sure if he can hear you smirking, but you're barely able to contain yourself. The sight of him is such a feast for your eyes. You finally get why he's eager to please you first, because the reaction from the receiver is worth watching.

You reach into your pants, but you hesitate. You're unsure if you should do it, as you might have missed some of the signs he's showing. The least thing you wanna do is ignoring his subtle stop.

After a short contemplation, you decide to watch him only. You lean back, and prop your head against your hand. You notice his legs tremble slightly, and you pick up the pace for one level. Which makes him throw his head to the back, and moans loudly. His toes start to curl, and his hips move in a jerking motion.

His first orgasm comes with quite an eruption, as his cum spurts out to his abdomen. The opaque liquid glistens on his skin, which makes him look even dirtier. You lean forward, while biting your nail. He looks absolutely ravishing, and you'd jump on him if not because of your self-control.

Helping him ride his orgasm down, you set the setting to three. It will help him recover from high, while keeping the rhythm going. He sighs heavily, before his breath hitches up when he feels the soft vibrations. "(Y/N)—" He called out, but you didn't answer.

Your quietness confuses him for a second, as he can't hear your breath. Not even a sound that can indicate your presence. But you didn't let him think too much, and you immediately hit the second highest setting.

The jump of the beat startles him, and it takes a moment before his numb member gains its sensitivity again. When it happens, the build-up pleasures hit him all at once. And he almost screams when the toy mercilessly pulses around his cock. "(Y/N) please—" He choked up, as his body went stiff.

He's gripping at the pillow, trying so hard not to break the rope. Every muscle in his body becomes prominent, and his dick is red and veiny from the strain. You press your hand against your lips, in an attempt to conceal your smile. The blindfold and the earmuffs really help to reduce his sensory function. Leaving him only with his sense of touch, and smell it seems.

The sight of him arouses you, as you feel yourself wet. He pauses when his nose picks up the scent of your arousal. You notice the cue, and immediately cross your leg. “How long are we going to do this?” He muttered out between the gasps. Still, you refrain yourself from speaking. But even when you didn’t say it out loud, you both already knew the answer.

His shout rips out from his throat when he feels the speed is increasing. Your thumb has set the remote to the highest setting, and you sat back, watching.

He calls out your name again, along with him begging you to speak. But you keep your voice still. You narrowed your eyes on him. The pleasure that he feels will soon turn into pain, and it’s going to be excruciating for him. One orgasm turns into two, and he’s unable to keep his position straight as time goes by.

It’s just one word, really. Hellgate. And you’d immediately stop. For some unknown reason, he didn’t say it. The thought of it just pops up in your mind, as you notice the discomfort in his manner. The buzz from the ring is slightly muffled by his thighs when he curls up. With his heightened sense, and constant stimulation, he’s soon coming with a loud groan.

This time, it’s more unforgiving as the pace stays the same. You didn’t turn down the level of vibration, as your eyes fixated on him. His body is glistening with sweat and his own release—both dried and sticky. Then he sinks into the fort of pillows, while he squirms and moans. But still, he doesn’t yield. Part of you—your inner detective—knows the reason, and it’s not good. He’s an attentive lover, and he could figure out what you want in a second. Yet this time, it’s completely wrong. Based on your reaction, he drew a conclusion that you like watching him in this state. It’s half-true, but it’s not your intention to set up such a play for a selfish reason.

On the seventh counts of his climax, he’s become barely coherent. His semen has stained his body and the bedsheet, and some of them even spewed out to the pillows. If he was certain that you’re there in the room with him before, he couldn’t be sure of it anymore. You kept everything just the same, no movement, no talk, and not even a sound.

Just how long is he gonna keep the act? He’s almost at his limit, even when he hasn’t broken the restraint. It’s pitiful to watch, as the blindfold becomes wet with both tears and sweats. Though you initially enjoyed the view—maybe your inner sadist still enjoys seeing that—it quickly got to the point where you’re more concerned than aroused.

Once again, his body convulses as another wave of pleasure hits him. His cock was in the shade of angry red, as it wept out his cum. The white string of fluid oozes out from the tip of his dick like a stream, dripping down on his inner thigh. You did it, you made him into a sobbing mess, just like he always did to you. But with your hand fidgeting nervously on the controller, you’re beginning to think if you should put it to stop.

“(Y/N), I can’t—” He cried out, “Turn it down.”

Just like that, he puts you in a dilemma. You don’t want to continue it any longer, and doing as he said can lead you to a longer playtime. That’s not your intention, because you just want him to understand, and you want him to say it—

His voice snaps you from your thoughts, and you blink as you realize that he’s repeating the same word. “Hellgate.” He quietly whimpers, as if he’s surrendering himself, “Hellgate.”

It takes two seconds for you to register it, before you’re fumbling with the remote to turn it off. The sigh of relief falls from his mouth, as he collapses on the bed. His breath is heavy, and every fiber in his body seems to shrivel, while exhaustion takes over him.

With caution, you make it to his side and touch his arm. His body jerks at the sudden contact, and you softly mutter to him.

“Shh, it’s just me.” You gently remove the earmuffs and the blindfold, “How are you feeling?”

His teary eyes search up your face, before your smile comes to his view. You roll him over, and begin to undo the bind that you put on him. It leaves a little bit of marks on him, but it’d probably disappear in a minute.

As you reach to pull the ring, he pushes you to the mattress before you can even touch it. Your eyes widen in surprise when he crushes his lips against you, and his hands frantically hold the side of your face. The kiss that you both share is almost hungry, as he presses his mouth closer without giving you a room to breathe.

The stains on the cover stick to your skin uncomfortably, but it slips from your mind when his kisses prove to be a hell of distraction. You regain your control after a while, and quickly work on getting the ring off his cock. He moans at the friction, but his lips are reluctant to part from you yet. He only pulls away from the kiss to murmurs against your lips, "It's awful." He frowned, "I don't want to do it again."

"Okay." You mused as you caressed his hair, "We won't do it again. But you should know that I did it for a reason."

His brows then furrowed, "What do you mean?"

"I did it because I want you to know what I felt." You confessed, "You always gave me so much, but I never felt your presence at all. Only pleasures, but never you."

Your words seem to affect him as his face turns gloom, "So you didn't like the way we had sex?"

"God, no! That's not what I meant. It's just that… I want you to enjoy it as well. You're always trying to make sure that I'm satisfied, but you never even thought of yourself." You smile at him before you kiss his cheek, "I love you, alright? And I want to make you feel good as well."

It's something that has been said before, and you've told him several times. But in this particular moment, he finally understands what you're trying to express. He seems to be taken aback by the idea, and it makes him uneasy. "I'm sorry." It's all he could say.

"It's okay." You pull him to face you before he can turn away. His clear irises stare back into you, and you see guilt. "Just don't ignore me next time."

He nods, and he relents when you tug him closer to kiss him again. He doesn't even fight it when you roll him over, though you suspect it's more because of his exhaustion and muddled mind. But you trust him.

By the end of the day, as you both lay down side by side, completely spent but satisfied, he murmurs something to you. A smile blooms on your face as you peck his lips. Even if he felt compelled to say those words, there's no question that he meant what he said.

[arvensimp]

PLS I BEG FOR

MIDNIGHT MESSQUERADE PT. 3

TODAY IS YOUR LUCKY DAY ANON

Midnight Messquerade, pt. 3

Arven x Reader (no gendered pronouns or they/them pronouns used to describe the reader)

Nsfw, lots of mentions of masturbation, some 69in, general debauchery, and a hell of a shame kink

Part 1, Part 2

Arven is fucked. Like. Fucked-fucked. Like not in a fun or a good way.

At this point the two of you had been traversing Socarrat and the region surrounding Lake Casseroya for...maybe a few weeks? The days kinda started to blend together after a certain point. You guys aren't in any danger after all. (Not mortal danger at least. Arven's still fucked.) So you keep wandering around, camping, meeting new people and Pokemon, and so on.

Thing is...when one camps for weeks on end, one doesn't really...y'know...shower super well or overly often? So... Well, it's not that you're not bathing at all! But jumping into Casseroya, deodorant, facial astringent, and dry shampoo only go so far.

Except Arven kinda thrills in it. He's found himself more and more attracted to your natural scent, made all the stronger after a long day's worth of walking and battling. He just thinks you smell good like this. Is...is that bad? Is it bad that maybe sometimes he encourages the pair of you to walk maybe just a bit further on after a hot day in the sun? Maybe go just a little bit further up that hill to get you sweating a bit more? That he hopes he can catch your scent when he sits by you at meals, or when he sets your plate down in front of you?

Yeah, no, he's fucked. He's probably a creep for that.

...and...well, if he's not a creep for doing his best to get a whiff of you every chance he can get, he's a creep for the fact that he still hasn't returned your underwear.

The fucking shorts that he's kept wadded up in a pocket in his bag.

...and...even then...even if he weren't a creep for that? Then...uh, yeah. He's definitely a creep because of what he's been doing with them every night. How he grabs the garment from his bag after you've fallen asleep, and when he slips away from your campsite to go tug his cock in a desperate attempt at relief, how he presses the fabric to his face. He inhales you deep as he can while he pathetically and shamefully fists his cock until it spurts and dribbles ribbons of white cum.

He's thought about catching it with your shorts...mixing his scent and yours, but no. He's pretty sure it'd destroy that delicious musk he's been getting off on, and beyond that...he can't bring himself to tear the fabric from its proper place, pressed tight to his nose and cheeks, by the time his hips start their telltale stuttering before he groans softly into your underwear and spills onto the forest floor.

So.

Yeah.

He's, uh. He's fucked.

He has to give your underwear back. Or...or burn them to ash (but wouldn't that be a waste?) Or something. Because god forbid you ever find out he's got one of your most personal garments skwoveted away like some sick pervert.

Except he doesn't get the chance. And speaking of skwovet...

The pair of you are stopped for lunch along the lakeside, and Arven is preparing the food as usual while you tend to the Pokemon, giving them baths and rub downs.

Anyone not getting immediate attention from you or Arven is mostly just lounging around in the sun or playing, and Arven's team of Pokemon get along well enough, so it isn't surprising that Mabosstiff and Greedant are hanging out, playing a game of tug-o-war.

It isn't until Arven hears you gasp and shout a stern "No!" That he looks up from where he's been chopping veggies...

...And nearly slices his thumb off in the process. Honestly that would be less embarrassing than what's happening.

Greedant must've swiped your underwear from the pocket on his bag when he wasn't paying attention.

And now it and Mabosstiff are playing tug of war.

With your dirty underwear.

That he'd been using as literal jacking-it material.

God, if only he'd actually sliced his thumb off. That'd at least be a distraction from the actual horror of what's unfolding before him.

You're on your knees by the pokemon, trying to get them to drop it.

"Hey! Leave it! Leave it!" You try to command, but neither of them are really your Pokemon, and they're a bit engrossed in their game, so...

"Oi!" Arven snaps from his place at the table. He can already feel shameful heat rushing to his face.

Greedant and Mabosstiff both freeze and look at him, neither letting go of the article.

"Drop it. Now." He tells the pair firmly.

True to form, both Pokemon drop the underwear, however before you can swipe them back up, Mabosstiff doubles down and grabs them back up.

With a combined shout from both you and Arven, the dog bolts further away from the picnic space.

The pair of you give chase to where Mabosstiff settles down once he deems he's run far enough.

He sits there lapping at the crotch of the fabric in a way that leaves you absolutely mortified.

"Bud..." Arven almost whines as he approaches. "C'mon, that's gross..." And not entirely unlike something he wishes he could do to you, but, like, that's not the point!!! That's neither here nor there. "You gotta give'm back. You're not really behaving like a gentleman right now."

This is horrible. Absolutely horrifying. It could not get worse.

Until Mabosstiff growls a little. It's not aggressive, just a playful growl that turns into one of his usual grumbling boofs that he gives before he takes the shorts between his teeth and thrashes them about in a killing shake.

You and Arven watch as tiny flecks of fabric float around the dog's face and into the grass below.

"Oh my god..."

"Oh my god..." The two of you echo in near unison.

You sigh after a long moment. At the same time, Arven starts with an apology. "I am so sorry."

"It's fine."

"No, really... I... Yikes... Just-- Mabosstiff, Bud..." Arven whines again. The dog boofs.

"I-I'll replace them. I swear. For real. I'm so sorry about this."

"It's fine," You insist, your face looking about as red as Arven's feels. You drag a hand through your hair. "It's not like it's your fault anyway, y'know? I must've left the pocket or something open on my dirty clothes."

And oof, doesn't that hurt just a bit more? This isn't your fault in the slightest. 

"E-even still... Mabosstiff shouldn't've... I-I..." The PokeBall. Arven groans. "Fuck! I coulda just recalled him to his PokeBall as he ran! What was I thinking?!"

At least that gets you laughing a little? "Don't worry about it, Arven. It's no big deal." You say as you pat him on the shoulder. With another sigh, you turn and head back to the campsite where the rest of the Pokemon are waiting for you.

But...it is a big deal.

Or, at least it is to Arven.

On one hand, at least he doesn't have this dirty little secret anymore. He can't go jack off to your underwear in the middle of the night anymore.

On the other hand...he can't jack off to your underwear in the middle of the night anymore.

He hates that he finds himself almost mourning the loss that night when he sneaks away from your sleeping form to relieve the straining erection he's stuck with.

He hates it even more when after too many minutes of twisting and tugging and squeezing, he's no closer to cumming than he had been when he'd started.

This isn't normal. Not that Arven doesn't have stamina or something, but...well, in situations like this he doesn't really need it. In fact, it's better for him to kinda rush through the job, so he can return to his sleeping bag and get back to functioning like an actual human being.

Instead, his dick is still painfully hard and rubbed nearly raw, lotion-be-damned.

He bites his lip, tears forming at the corners of his eyes as he tries to think of something, anything that'll help get him off in the absence of your underwear. He inhales deeply as he fucks his cock into his fist, imagining your scent, the musky smell of your underwear, imagining you and how you might be pressed near him, hovering overtop of him, but--

"No..." He moans uselessly, his ministrations fruitless. At this point he's probably hurting his dick more than helping it, so he resolves himself to just...go without for the night.

It's miserable.

He can barely sleep.

What the fuck kind of degenerate is he?

The sleeplessness and the pent up frustration do little to keep him anywhere near good spirits the following day. He's tired, terse, and ready to snap at almost anything.

In fact, when he accidentally drops half a block of cheese on the ground that he'd been slicing for sandwiches, he actually shouts a curse, startling both you and your teams.

"You okay?" You ask him, standing up and rushing over.

"Fine, just fucking peachy." He grumbles between clenched teeth. "Just lost half our supply of manchego though."

"That's okay," You try to placate him some, having already picked up on his horrid mood. "We can go without or with less for a bit. That's really not a huge deal. Plus I'm sure we can stop by a shop at some point."

"It's fucking wasteful is what it is!" Arven nearly shouts, kicking the block further away, where Greedant swipes it up. He seethes. Fucking Greedant. He knows none of this is really the Pokemon's fault... But even still.

His remains sour for the rest of the day and into the evening, so you eventually decide to just let him be, keeping to yourself and to your Pokemon and playing games on your phone to keep entertained.

Arven's mood seems to match the weather that picks up as the day goes on, with dark clouds looming overhead. It hasn't started raining, and the weather apps can't seem to decide if it will or not, so the pair of you opt to camp out in your tent for the night. Better that than be caught in your sleeping bags during a downpour after all.

Set up is quiet but efficient.

It also happens just in time because fat rain drops start to plop to the ground just as the pair of you finish placing the rain fly.

Arven groans to himself, already feeling the chill of water slipping down his scalp, as you rush into the cover of the tent.

There goes his chance to try and rub one out again before maybe getting some sleep tonight.

He follows you inside.

As usual, you're asleep in an almost annoyingly short amount of time, softly snoring in your sleeping bag beside his, while rain patters loudly against the fly above.

He seethes.

Or...he wants to.

He kinda does.

He knows it's not your fault. He knows this issue is his fault. It's his fault he's such a degenerate, horny bastard. Now he can't even get off properly.

Maybe he deserves this.

And fuck it's the thought of him deserving it that gets him hard in his sleeping bag.

It's only a shift of his hand from there to slip beneath his pajama pants and grip his stiffening cock. The sound of the rain above, along with your snoring is more than enough to cover the sound of him huffing softly as he tugs himself. It also covers the slick sounds that soon follow when he eventually hazards a quick reach over to his bag for a pump of lotion.

But the thrill of maybe getting found out by you...doesn't that...couldn't that make it more exciting? It kinda does?

Fuck, that's gross of him.

But, hell, you're so close like this... Sleeping so peacefully. He could probably...with you so nearby at least, he could probably get close enough to smell you like he does around meals or something, and you'd be none of the wiser.

Arven scoots just the tiniest bit closer to your sleeping form. Of course he has absolutely no intention of disturbing your slumber or bothering you in any way at all.

But if he could just...get a whiff of your hair even?

Fuck, he bites his lip to hold back a groan before it bubbles from his throat.

He wouldn't even have to get that close. Just...just close enough. 

That's...that's not wrong right?

It absolutely is. He's a monster. He's a degenerate piece of shit. That thought makes him all the needier for you.

Arven gets as close as he dares. Again, he's nowhere near actually touching you, and you're both still very much separated by your own sleeping bags, but he still inhales deeply from where he's positioned.

You're right there...just as sweet and good as always...just as enticing.

You smell amazing.

God, if you were awake, he wishes you would just sit on his face.

Arven breathes a little heavier at the thought, his eyes fluttering shut. He imagines your strong thighs surrounding his face, how you'd taste on his tongue, how you'd smell--

"Fuck,"

"Arven?"

It all happens at once.

Arevn's eyes open to see yours staring directly at him, and he very nearly cums at the sheer erotic horror of having been found out by the basis of his intense attraction.

But no.

Instead, all Arven can do is pathetically whimper your name as his hand jolts to a stop.

He can't do this. He can't be such a perverted piece of shit. He can't find this as hot as he does.

His blood goes absolutely cold, but he feels his face warm all at the same time. Can he actually be light headed with all the blood in his body pooling at more or less its polar opposite points?

"Were you...?" You ask, voice just loud enough to be heard over the rain.

"Uhh..." Arven stammers a moment, unsure how to handle this. His cock throbs with a delicious sort of need. Arven unintentionally buckles a bit, his hips thrusting without meaning to.

"Fuck, Arven..." 

He can't read your tone entirely, but he's mortified.

"I-I'm so sorry. I thought you were asleep-- I mean--"

"Do you always do this when I sleep?"

"No! I-I just--"

"What do you mean 'you just'?" Your eyes are wide, and you move to sit up, scooting back toward the wall of the tent.

Fuck, this is the last thing Arven wanted. He follows your motion, sitting up on his knees and out of his sleeping bag as he tries to stammer out an apology. He clasps his hands together in a gesture of piety and sincerity.

"I mean, I-I just. Listen! I'm sorry! Okay, I'm so, so sorry. I don't do this often. I-I mean I do this often, but I don't do this often."

Damn it, he's making absolutely zero sense, and you don't even look like you're paying attention to him. You won't look him in the eye. Not that he blames you, of course. No, instead your gaze is fixed solely lower.

...on his...

...wait...

Arven...

He, uh... He never tucked his cock back into his pajama pants when he sat up to apologize.

Arven follows your line of sight to his dick standing proud and flushed against his abdomen, twitching just ever so slightly when his breath hitches.

"O-oh my god!" Arven chokes out as he covers himself, yanking his pants back up. "I-I didn't mean t-- Oh god... Ok, I'm so sorry about that. I swear I'm not some deviant or something." Liar.

You… You’re not moving. You’re not saying anything. You’re just…staring. Where his dick was.

Arven timidly (or…as timidly as one can when their dick was just on full display) breaks the silence with your name.

That seems to break your trance, and you lick your lips.

Fucking hell.

“Sorry, what?” You ask, your own face flushing.

“What?!” Arven nearly chokes. “What was that?”

“S-Sorry… I-I just got distracted… Did you… I mean, were you gonna…? I-I mean,” You swallow thickly, and Arven watches the motion with near rapt attention. “Did you need help?”

Did he…did he hear you right? 

“What?” He asks dumbly.

“Did… No, I’m sorry, I’m being stupid. Oh my god. Forget I said anything.” You say with an embarrassed chuckle. “I’m so sorry. For real. I-I can… I can go outside. Seriously. It’s no big deal, for real. I-I don’t mind. I get it. A man’s got needs, y’know?” You’re flushed and rambling and starting to scoot toward the exit of the tent when Arven grabs your wrist, not tightly and not with any amount of force.

“Are you kidding? It’s still raining out there. You’ll get soaked.” He tells you. You freeze for your part, eyes locked on where he has a gentle hold on you. Grasping with you the same hand that just moments ago…

Arven quickly lets go.

“O-Oh my god! S-sorry! For real. Again. Sorry. Fuck. I can deal, it’s fine. Just. Forget this ever happened. Please?” He’s going to die. He’s absolutely going to expire. How will he get past this?

You touch the spot on your wrist and meet his gaze. “Wh…what if I…don’t want to?”

Arven searches your eyes for what the fuck you could possibly mean by that. What, did you want to make fun of him for the rest of eternity for his incredible fuck up? But…There’s no devious look there. Only what seems to be something like wide-eyed adoration, maybe a bit of nervousness?

Arven clears his throat. “Really?”

You nod. 

“Y…You also…you also said…” He can’t bring himself to finish.

“That I wanna help? I-I mean, if you want…?”

“Yeah! I mean, yes. Yes, very much. Very much so. If you want. Yes.” Wow, hopefully he doesn’t sound too eager? Fucking degenerate.

You nod slowly, still seeming a little nervous. Or shy? “Okay. Just…” You inch closer to Arven, getting onto all fours to close the space between you. “Let me know what you’d like, okay?”

“O-Oh my god,” Arven nearly chokes again. “Uh… Okay…” It’s his turn to back up a bit against the wall of the tent as you approach. Fuck. He… He was just thinking about how much he wanted you to sit on his face. Would that be too forward to ask now?

“C…Could we maybe… Uh…”

“Yeah?” You ask. Your face is nearly level with his dick at this point, as you’ve slowly made your way to him. 

“Fuck, could you please just sit on my face?” Arven breathes out in a hurried huff of air, his eyes clenched shut.

“Oh.”

He hears you shift and opens his eyes to you sitting back on your haunches in front of him.

“W-well… I mean, I haven’t showered since yesterday morning, bu–”

“That’s fine!” He hurries out his answer. “I-I mean… I don’t mind…if you don’t?” 

“Uh… Sure. I, uh, I was gonna offer to suck your dick for you though? If…you wanted? Do you wanna do both?”

“Like at the same time?” Arven feels like he might combust. Fuck, what was he getting himself into?

“Yeah? Would that be too weird?” You ask, tilting your head to the side.

“N-No! Not too weird. Definitely not. Just, uh…” Arven sits back on his heels and then scoots his legs out from beneath him. “Just let me…” Hopefully he isn’t moving too fast? He adjusts himself a bit further, laying back down on a sleeping bag, shifting his hips a bit to lower his pajama pants again and reveal his still uncomfortably hard cock. “O-Okay… I’m ready. Just…Whenever you’re ready…” He closes his eyes. Dear god this is actually happening. He’s gonna have to put his all into not immediately blowing his load everywhere.

“God, you’re so pretty…” You say under your breath as you move to straddle him. Arven shivers at the praise. He feels the fabric shift by him, and he tenses involuntarily in anticipation. Once you’re in place, you stroke loving lines up and down his thighs. “Are… Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Arven inhales slowly, trying not to make too audible a sound of it. He has to hold himself back from rolling his hips and potentially bumping your face with his cock. The smell of you, natural and real, surrounds him, and it’s incredible. “Oh yeah…”

With his consent, you slowly lick a hot stripe down his dick before taking him in your mouth. The hand on that arm that isn’t holding you up goes to stroke the rest of his shaft.

“S-Shit…” Arven groans, his hips stuttering just a bit. He can’t blow his load. He can’t blow his load. He can’t blow his load. Instead, he focuses on you, on your scent, on how you’re so perfectly presented to him. He reaches up, hooking both arms around your deliciously strong thighs to bring you closer, closer, closer to his mouth… He breathes hotly against you, and he feels you shiver in his grasp. 

Before he gets to his main course, Arven thinks to savor you, tease you a bit. He shifts you to the side, just the tiniest bit, so his mouth collides with your inner thigh where he can gently nip at the sensitive flesh there. So what if that’s also where your scent is probably at its strongest? Teasing you also has its perks. You moan a bit around his cock, sending vibrations through it that have Arven shaking. Fuck, he wants to cum. He could cum now if he weren’t determined not to seem like an absolute teenager in front of you.

He pulls back just a bit, shifting you before pulling you in again, so his mouth can work on pleasing you properly. In his tight grasp, he feels your hips roll against him as you shudder. Your mouth leaves his cock with an audible ‘pop.’

“F-Fuck, Arven…” You whine, grinding against his mouth as best he’ll let you. He hums in acknowledgement, refusing to let his tongue leave you now that he’s had his first proper taste. “Sh-shit…” You go on, your fingers flexing against his thighs.

Arven rolls his hips up against your mouth again without thinking, and you take his cock back between your lips, sucking him in deeper at an excruciatingly slow pace. He stutters a bit in his work on you, but does his best to continue loving you meticulously with his tongue.

You up the ante, pulling him all the way down your throat, your nose pressed against his heavy balls. Arven stills when you breathe deeply from your position there, hollowing your cheeks. 

“G-Gonna–” He taps your thigh rapidly. “Gonna c-cum.” He says, pulling his mouth from you. “P-Please get off if you don’t want me cumming i-in your mouth, oh god,” It ends in a pathetic little whimper, as you give your assent with a little ‘Mhmm,’ and a nod against him. Your fingers on his thighs outline a little heart before you redouble your efforts and swallow around him.

Arven cums with a strangled groan, spilling hotly down your throat, as the muscles in his abdomen spasm, and he writhes beneath you. Once he’s softened, you cough just the tiniest bit as you pull off of him and roll to the side. He breathes great gulping gasps of air, still coming down from the high of his orgasm.

“Oh my god…” Arven sighs, totally content. 

“Good?” You ask.

“Oh my god…” Arven repeats with a smile, nodding. 

You give a little laugh that turns into a sighing yawn, then sit up and scootch around to snuggle up next to him. “I’m glad. Seems like you needed that.”

He sighs. “Ah…yeah…” Then it hits him. “W-Wait, but we’re not done! You didn’t–”

You wave your hand, cutting him off. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. You can finish me off next time, ‘kay?”

“Next time?” That almost seems like too much to hope for, but then again after the night he’s had?

“Well, yeah? I mean…if you want? Like, I’d think this would kinda, I dunno…solidify that I, uh…I wanna…do? This sorta thing? With…you?”

“Oh.” Arven short circuits briefly. “Well, yeah. Definitely. Always. Anytime.” He pauses. “B-But still! I-I… I don’t want you going without!”

You shift nervously at his side. “Are…are you sure?”

Arven rolls over to straddle you. “Absolutely. Just tell me what you’d like.”

[the-bar-sinister]

Fire in the Belly, Spirits on the Tongue (53181 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 12/?

Summary: Sabo promised that he wouldn't leave the Revolutionary army, but what will become of the three of them now that Ace is awake and alive in his heart, and more importantly, his body?

catch up here

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Koala had to practically drag the two sobbing men from the grave after their reunion. She couldn't blame them, she'd gotten teary eyed and even started crying herself during the absolute deluge of emotions that erupted between them.

Deuce had thought Ace was gone and had been planning on dying after finishing his book. Ace was in Sabo's body and had to convince him. Secrets only Ace could know flowed between them, as Deuce broke down more and more under the onslaught of proof that his captain was right there.

She'd cried for them, feeling the palpable heartbreak followed by confused joy—

But they had to get away from the grave. Especially since, apparently, Ace thought Deuce and himself should have killed themselves together??? That was— Koala didn't use this phrase lightly— kind of completely fucked up. She could only imagine how hard service under Whitebeard had damaged both men.

But she sure as HELL not going to let them try to make up for lost time in THAT regard, so she'd taken to dragging them down into town as they sniffled all over one another. It only took like–three punches to get them moving, in good time.

She'd asked where Deuce was staying; honestly that'd be the best place to talk this out, right? Nope. Deuce was staying in the old second bedroom of some nice old lady who'd seen him wandering around town in a depressed haze. Her son's old room.

They decided that was absolutely a bad idea, Deuce walking into her house with two oddly dressed strangers and taking them to his bedroom would probably alarm the poor lady—so they decided instead on buying a bottle of wine from the tavern and heading out to the hillside beyond.

Framed by the windmills as they lazily spun, the four of them in three bodies settled into the grass and uncorked the wine.

Ace hadn't yet let go of Deuce's hand, and that didn't change as he laid down in the grass beside him.

"Thanks for grabbing the wine, Ko."

"Hey, you know I'm happy to." Koala laughed, blowing him a little kiss. She offered the bottle first to Deuce, who took it with a raise of his eyebrow.

"I appreciate it, really." He laughed weakly before taking a long sip of wine. "....so you're in the body of—Sabo, Ace?" 

"Yeah. I can get him for you, if you want to talk to him. We've been practicing switching back and forth. I guess I'm like, possessing him, maybe? Technically?"

Deuce lowered the bottle, his book resting on his lap.

"Switching back and forth. Like—which one of you is talking? That's…" He laughed. "That's fucking insane."

"It's pretty weird to watch," Koala agreed, "but it's impressive, they're really getting control over it!"

Deuce pointed between Koala and Ace,."And uh—Sabo and Koala, you two are close?"

Was it that obvious? Koala felt her face heat up as she squirmed in the grass. "Well, yes, as a matter of fact we are." 

"They're partners," Ace explained. His whole body was leaned up against Deuce. "Like you and me."

Deuce pointed the bottle. "I'd thought that's what you meant—" he paused before he chuckled. "That has to be awkward, huh?"

Koala felt her face heating up even more. "W–welll…it was for a bit—."

Maybe she should try steering the conversation somewhere else? If nothing else, this was an embarrassing foot to get off on.

"It's had its ups and downs," Ace said, snatching the bottle gently from him. "But we've mostly worked it out, I mean, at least for now. You know how I never quite managed to get Isuka to kiss me?"

Deuce leaned forward with a smirk, his expression—well, Koala could tell he was trying to be okay with all this as possible and it had landed him somewhere near 'manic'. 

"Of course I remember. You fumbled it at every turn. Maybe if you hadn't spent one of the last times we saw her leaping out of the ferris wheel, you'd have managed!" 

Ace didn't seem to be in a much more stable state. He was grinning like a maniac now. "Might have! I uh, didn't have anywhere to jump out of this time. Managed it with Koala."

Koala flushed deeper and pressed her head into her hands. They were in a state—they were coping—but it didn't make it any less embarrassing!

She fumbled out a punch to catch him on the arm before she groped for the wine. "You could have jumped off the hotel balcony, dummy."

Deuce glanced between them with a slight flush of his own, before he pointed with a smirk. "No way. You're pulling my leg. Ace—you're as smooth as sandpaper, you couldn't manage to kiss a girl within what? A handful of weeks?" 

He laughed, and wiped his eyes again. "Okay, okay, you caught me. Admittedly, I went for it and she reacted like I'd turned into a frog. Then Sabo had to talk her into kissing me to apologize. It was the most fucking awkward thing ever. I totally fumbled it."

Koala stared at him for a long moment like he'd just turned into a frog. 

A long, silent stare as she took in his interpretation of events. It was generous to call it an interpretation really. It was more like—

Well, it sure wasn't what happened. 'Sabo had to talk her into kissing me to apologize' her foot! She slapped him hard on the arm. "That's not what happened, dumbass!"

Deuce laughed out loud, slapping the grass with his hand. "Ough, she's got an arm on her don't she?" he said as she sent Ace rocking with the slap.

Koala puffed out her cheeks. "What happened was he surprised me with a kiss at the end of a dance, but I froze up 'cause I got flustered—and I hadn't talked about if it'd be okay with Sabo. So when we got back I got Sabo to drag him out so I could kiss him myself!"

Ace laughed and rubbed the spot she'd slapped him. "One of the first things Sabo warned me about was how rough she is. It's cute. And I like your version of events better, Ko, even if I'm not sure about which really happened."

"That's 'point of view' for you," Deuce smirked wryly. "You never know who's being an unreliable narrator....and good. The world needs more rough girls."

He leaned on his hand. "So you two are kind of a thing now. Or at least have kissed."

Koala had an idea where this was going. He was trying to judge the way things were going to be now—now that Ace had stopped him from killing himself for a moment, and had stepped back into his life. 

"Yeah," Ace nodded. "We're still trying to figure it out but I'm kinda stuck with her partner, so. I mean– it's not like she's bad company. I'm getting to like her real well. I think you two would get along…"

Koala watched as Ace nuzzled up to him— clearly trying to judge Deuce's reactions the same way Deuce was trying to judge his own.

Deuce glanced at her for a moment, giving her a half smile as he reached for the wine. 

"You seem like a pretty fun girl, Koala. It's clear Ace likes you pretty well. You shoulda seen him when he was trying to flirt with Isuka."

Isuka came up again. She'd have to ask Ace more about that later. Still, Koala felt her face flushing again as she leaned her elbows on her knees and propped up her head with a smile "I shoulda—and I like to think I'm a pretty fun lady. I mean—I'm an ass kicking spy, what's more fun than that?"

Deuce laughed, raising the bottle to his lips as he looked down at Ace with a slight flush. 

"Does she know about you an' me, Ace?" He paused for a moment. "Fuck, it's weird seeing you make those familiar expressions on that face. Not—bad but…wow." 

Ace laughed and rubbed the back of his neck. "You should imagine what it's like for me looking in the mirror! It's so weird, Deuce. But yeah, she knows. I made a point to be extra clear about it so things didn't get— well I mean this is already weird and uncomfortable enough for everybody, right? I'm sorry for putting you all through this."

-

He already knows about me and you, Ace assured Sabo as they chatted. I mean, at least he assumes. I told him once, after we were really together, one night. About my first love.

Sabo chuckled internally. Every time you call me that. It's sweet, Ace, but it's so weird! You never used to say things like that when we were kids.

Well, can you blame me? I wasn't getting drunk when we were 10. And I didn't even know what a 'lost love' was at the time.

Deuce raised the bottle of wine to his lips to take a long sip. 

"Thank fuck. I guess that makes that all make much more sense—I mean. You found your lost love, huh? And surprise, he's got a girlfriend. But she's a fun gal, so it makes it easy—you guys get close and…" He waved his hand. "Love triangle solved. Useful, given the two body problem."

He saw Koala flush more, smiling despite the way she chewed her lip. She nodded. "It helped that we were enjoying one another's company a lot—he helped me out with something important too. And during all that—yeah, he told me about your relationship." 

Ace felt himself flush as Deuce immediately called him out– even specifically saying it that way 'lost love'. 

See? It sounds so hammy out loud, Ace!

It's romantic!... but yeah you're right it's totally hammy. I was drunk as hell that night.

But he chuckled. "Yeah, we've been trying to be open. Can you imagine trying to keep secrets, or not talk to each other with things like this? My first instinct was to hide that I was even here– but Sabo talked me out of it."

Koala leaned over and whalloped his arm again with a sharp frown. "And I'm still miffed about that! That'd have made everything SO awkward, idiot! Thankfully Sabo had a little more sense than that!"

Deuce laughed again, his face flushed and his brow knit. 

"Yeah uh—keeping secrets and keeping that kind of thing inside isn't easy when you're…like that. I imagine, anyway." He ran his hand through his hair, pushing it back and clearly trying not to freak out. "I dunno what I'd do in your situation. A few more hours, and I might have found out." 

The words stung. They'd barely gotten to Deuce in time. If they'd been a few hours later… He clung tightly to Deuce's hand, squeezing in his own.

"Imagine if you wound up in Koala's body somehow!" He played the fear that gripped his heart off like a joke.

Don't think I didn't notice what you said earlier, Ace. Sabo hissed at him internally. About how the two of you should have— I can't even bear to think it!

Sorry, Sabo. I didn't exactly mean it.

He didn't exactly not mean it either, and Sabo knew that too.

Deuce's fingers curled in his own as he glanced back towards Koala with a sharp laugh. 

"I think that'd be even weirder than your situation, Ace. You've got that whole 'back in your first love's arms' thing going on. It'd probably just be me and Koala over there screaming and pointing back and forth for an hour—but like , 'in the mind', so to speak." He was playing it off as a joke too, but the expression that crossed his face—he might have been terrified by how close he'd gotten.

Koala blinked, and grabbed for the wine to take a sip. "Oh that'd be bizzare. But I'd get used to it. I'm adaptable. Part of the whole 'intelligence agent' thing." 

"You're so adaptable, Ko. We'd figure it out. But I'm glad as fuck that it didn't come to it." He pressed his cheek up against Deuce's for a moment. "You too, right? Even with how weird this is?"

-

Deuce nuzzled his cheek against Ace's with a flustered laugh. God this was weird. He felt like the entire world was warped around him and stepped straight into a fairy tale. But hell help him, he believed it.

There was ample proof already—but the way they talked so easily back and forth? It was familiar—a familiar patter, an unmistakable pattern. So he was convinced. Now he just had to figure out what to do about that.

He watched as Koala sipped the wine like a woman who desperately needed it with how flustered she was getting—he could relate, sister.

Ace and Sabo had a relationship with her, yeah. Ace was downplaying it for his benefit, and probably also for the fact that he himself wasn't entirely sure—but it was clear. And it was clear that Ace didn't want to let Deuce go into the abyss again.

He kind of didn't want to go anymore either. But that meant Ace wanted to pull him back in—pick things up like they were before Whitebeard got his hands on them. Right?

Which left the tangle of 'now there's Koala, a girl he's yet to get to know.'. She seemed fun, she had some in common with Isuka actually; just enough, but still wildly different.

Ace was hurting from his own death, Deuce was still hurting too, but there was a path forward. It was just the weirdest goddamned path Deuce had ever seen.

He smiled at Ace with a low chuckle. "Yeah. I'm adaptable too. It's not gonna come to that. Even with how weird this is." 

"I'm glad," Ace said quietly. The insistent squeeze of his fingers emphasized how glad he obviously was. "I don't know what the hell we're going to do about… any of this. But I missed you."

Deuce felt the heat stinging his eyes again as his heart did somersaults in his chest. 

"Same," his breath shuddered as he managed a smile "I missed you too, Ace. I really didn't know what I was gonna do after I lost you but—" He shrugged his shoulders. "This is all so—much. But we'll figure it out, yeah?" 

"Yeah. Yeah we sure will. I won't–" Ace took a long, shuddering breath. "I won't let things go south again, okay? I'm not– I'm not going to give up again."

Deuce was taken aback for a moment. 'I'm not going to give up again'.

Ace had given up. Years ago. Damn, if he hadn't seen that during the times under Whitebeard. When they'd burned their own flag together, they'd both given up. They'd lost everything—their hopes and dreams, and one another in a single moment.

They'd given up. 

Ace had been beaten down by the world, and Deuce had been beaten with him. They'd both become something they never wanted to be. Ace an obedient follower, Deuce—a second rate, extraneous doctor. Just like back home.

He hiccuped sharply, and pressed his hand to his face. 

"Me neither." 

He'd been about to give up again—he was going to give up again, and Ace came for him at the last absolute moment. "I promise I ain't gonna give up again."

Koala watched them with the wine on her lap."You both shouldn't—you've got so much to live for, even with all the strangeness. There's so much you two can do if you put your hearts to it." 

"I never thought it'd be like this," Ace said, sitting up and taking both of Deuce's hands, pulling them gently away from his face. "But I really feel like I've got more hope now after dying than I did before."

Deuce squeezed his hands with a furrow of his brow. "That's the second saddest fucking thing you've ever told me, Ace—but I ain't surprised. Guess sometimes you have to come out the other side to get some fresh perspective…" 

"I guess so. But I hope we can get one together. All of us. I can already tell Sabo likes you." He chuckled softly and then bit back a little sob. "The second saddest thing I ever told you, huh?"

Koala leaned on her hand, watching him with curious big eyes as he continued—man, he was briefly distracted by how apropos that name was. He shook it off to squeeze Ace's hands tightly.

"He does, huh? Good to know. I uh…I mean the first saddest is probably that time we got drunk and cried about our dads, Ace." 

"Oh. Yeah." Ace didn't manage to bite back the little sob this time, but he did sniffle and laugh afterward. "That was pretty fucking sad."

Koala leaned forward enough to put her hand on Ace's back with a soft huff of breath. "Sounds like it was miserable."

"Trust me, it was. Least manly day of my life." Deuce drawled as he squeezed Ace's hands a little harder with a tearful laugh. "But hey—you almost topped it, Ace. Keep trying." 

"How about I don't?" he laughed. "I'd rather focus on happy things, if we can. Or at least hopeful ones."

"I'm seconding that. If this turns into a pity party I'm going to whack you both upside the head," Koala sniffed.

Deuce broke down into a snickering laugh, pressing his hand to his face to hide his smile. "Yeah."

Deuce's sun had burned out when Ace had died, leaving him in a sort of endless darkness that'd been encroaching ever since they'd been dragged into Whitebeard's shadow. He'd thought he'd never see the light again, choked by the shadows of his past and a future without anything to live for.

But somehow the sun had returned. 

It'd returned with a head of fluffy blonde hair and an unfamiliar face—and flanked by some redhead with fiery temper. It was absurd—but he was finally feeling like he could see a spot of light on the horizon.

"Yeah. Let's hang on to that hope, huh?" 

[hinatastinygiant]

4 | Secrets Among the Lotus Stems

Pairing: Sanemi Shinazugawa x Fem!Reader

Lotus Masterlist

The party continues with laughter and cheerfulness, but amidst the joyful chaos, you spot Genya sitting alone, lost in thought. Curiosity tugs at you, and you decide to join him, seeking a moment of quiet amid the festivities. However, the silence is short-lived as Genya breaks the silence with a direct question, catching you off guard.

"How long are you going to keep staring at my brother?" he asks.

"What're you talking about?" you scoff, feigning innocence and trying to brush off his observation. 

But Genya sees through your facade and leans in closer, offering blunt advice. "Look, if you like him, you better make a move. Sanemi can be dense when it comes to his heart so if you don't tell him how you feel, he'll be too stupid to do anything about it."

"I don't know..." you reply nervously, looking down at your feet instead of meeting his eyes. "He always says your heart makes you weak so I really don't think he's looking for-" you begin, but before you can finish, Genya stands up and pulls you by the arm, determination in his eyes.

In a swirl of panic, you try to break free from Genya's grip, desperate to escape the unfolding situation. But your efforts are in vain, and you find yourself standing before Sanemi just as you finally manage to break free. Time seems to freeze, and your heart pounds in your chest.

"Sanemi, we need to talk," Genya says boldly after approaching his brother.

Sanemi scoffs, his words laced with skepticism. "What, are you going to tell me you're in love with Y/N? She's a Hashira. I doubt she'd go for a runt like you."

Genya's fists clench, growing frustrated rather quickly. "No, Sanemi. This is about you."

A laugh escapes Sanemi's lips, his voice laced with disbelief. "Good, 'cause that'd be almost as funny as when you said you could kill me. Now, what is this about? Feelings, again Genya? I get it, I'm strong and handsome and amazing, but who in their right mind would actually admit they've got feelings for me?"

As the tension hangs in the air, Uzui's call steals Genya's attention. With a wave of money in hand, Uzui beckons Genya over, drawing him away from your conversation. Now left alone with Sanemi, your heart races as you gather your courage.

"Seriously, what the hell was he going on about, Y/N? This is why parties like this are such a waste of time," Sanemi shakes his head.

"He was actually trying to help me," you admit, "Although he did a really shitty job admittedly." Then, taking a deep breath, you muster the strength to tell him the truth. "Shinazugawa, I like you."

Sanemi's initial response is skepticism, dismissing your words as a joke. "C'mon, don't do this shit, Y/N. A pretty girl like you probably has her eyes set on being Uzui's fourth wife. That bastard doesn't even treat his wives correctly, you know. I wouldn't waste your time."

A bit embarrassed, you continue to admit to him, "I'm not joking around. I mean it."

Uncertainty flickers in Sanemi's eyes as he struggles to find the right words. "I don't know what to say..."

With your heart laid bare, you continue, expressing your genuine feelings, you feel so dizzy. You don't know how much of his obliviousness you can take. "I think you're so handsome, inside and out. I love your determination and constant perseverance. I'm telling you honestly, Shinazugawa, I like you."

Sanemi's defenses begin to crumble as he opens up. "Well, I, uh... I find you incredibly beautiful too."

As the conversation between you and Sanemi becomes a bit deeper, a sudden and unexpected interruption occurs. Ubuyashiki materializes out of nowhere, seemingly appearing out of thin air. The room falls into a momentary silence as everyone turns their attention to the unexpected arrival.

Mitsuri, with her ever-cheerful demeanor, steps forward with a mischievous grin. "Oh, I forgot to mention, I invited Master Ubuyashiki to join us tonight! Surprise!" she exclaims, clapping her hands together.

"And he actually showed up?" Sanemi adds under his breath. "Why the hell would he do that?"

You can feel all the blood rush from your face as Ubuyashiki looks in your direction. 

Ubuyashiki chuckles softly, calming the tension. "Apologies for the interruption everyone, but Mitsuri insisted I come and enjoy the festivities. It seems I've arrived at an interesting moment," he remarks, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

You look at Sanemi awkwardly, realizing his obliviousness to the nerve-wracking moment. Knowing that the timing couldn't have been worse, you excuse yourself and approach Ubuyashiki, who is already engaged in conversation with Rengoku.

As you join them, Rengoku immediately brings up the topic, his eyes filled with excitement. "Ubuyashiki-sama, you won't believe it! Y/N and Sanemi were finally having a meaningful conversation!"

Caught off guard, you glance at Rengoku, a mix of surprise and annoyance evident on your face. "Were you listening to us?!" you ask, trying to gauge how much Rengoku overheard.

Rengoku chuckles, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Of course, I'm always listening. A flame Hashira's duty, you know!"

"No, that's just fucking creepy, Kyojuro!" you retaliate

Ubuyashiki, observing the exchange, interjects with a serene smile. "Ah, love is like a lotus flower, blooming in the depths of the heart. Its beauty and fragility entwined in a delicate dance."

Rengoku's expression brightens, captivated by Ubuyashiki's words. "Master, that's a beautiful analogy! Love and lotus flowers indeed share a profound connection."

"Seriously, what is up with that?" you then grumble to yourself. 

As frustration creeps down your spine, you address Ubuyashiki, hoping to get him to leave before he causes any more awkward situations for you. "Master, I must warn you that Mitsuri and some of the others have been drinking. I didn't think you'd want to stick around to see all of that so I'm quite surprised you came tonight," you add with a fake grin.

Ubuyashiki's gentle smile remains unwavering as he pats your shoulder reassuringly. "Thank you for your concern, young one. I appreciate your thoughtfulness. Perhaps it is best for me to take my leave now."

With a nod of gratitude, Ubuyashiki raises his voice, addressing the rest of the group. "I hope you're all having a pleasant evening. But duty calls, my young warriors. I will be on my way now."

As Ubuyashiki gracefully makes his way toward Mitsuri, hurriedly trying to leave without raising any questions from the others, Rengoku faces you again, curiosity burning in his eyes. "So, what about Sanemi? Are you two going to continue your conversation?"

"Oh, fuck off," You groan softly, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. "I'm going inside."

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the people saying "oh it's a cultural difference", even when they're being respectful of the fact landlady is not happy about that guy stealing her cat photo, honestly piss me off

it is not a cultural difference. there is no grand gulf in perception of art between the UK and japan such that it's totally ok to trace photos and conceal this fact as you sell a painting for quite a lot in the UK, but frowned upon in japan. to be honest people saying that landlady is ONLY mad bc of a cultural difference are like...excusing that any wrongdoing was done in the first place. like oh this poor artist couldn't have possibly known "japanese sensibilities" would make landlady upset about this. of course, if it had been anger abt a cultural difference, it still would have been valid for her to get angry, but it's very dehumanizing because if she had been a white woman from the UK, or US, or canada, or australia, or etc, no one would be saying this. it would have been more readily understood that the artist had done something wrong

tracing from photos - or referencing them so heavily it's identical to a trace - is wrong and fucking embarrassing for public, commercial art, especially for an artist who's in fucking galleries. tracing is only okay WHEN IT'S FOR PRACTICE. i trace quite a lot to understand anatomy better, but i don't post any of that because it's not worth posting. let alone SELLING

furthermore, saying it's referenced and therefore transformative and therefore fine...if he had looked at the picture of her cats to better understand how cats look when they're doing that kind of pose, that's one thing. if he had even traced her photos to better understand drawing cats in motion interacting with each other, and then later made a piece using this knowledge he developed, that'd be fine too. hell, if he had referenced the photo and drawn that pose but drawn different cats, maybe using another reference for how the light should fall on different fur patterns, that would be yet another thing. but IDKKKKK straight up directly copying someone's photo and not saying a word abt the original photo? that's wrong to me

like would you say someone directly repainting one painting and then selling their own painting to a gallery as though it were wholly original is okay? she loves fanart of her cats, do you really think it would have been a problem had he shown any kind of respect and shown her he redrew one photo she took of her cats? but no respect was shown at all

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How I Interpret Some MHA Ships To Act ( BUT I ASK MY FRIENDS INSTEAD) :

Sero x Kaminari - I feel like they'd just click. Their goofy and silly and all around very social people but sometimes — ahem, Sero — they're laid back and just like to vibe out to nothing and everything. Their okay with being silent with each other, because they don't feel the constant need to talk to fill an awkward silence, they're comfortable with each other like that.

But also—kinky as fuck.

There's no hesitation to flirt, make out, and possibly get detention for ' indecent behavior ' if their left alone with each other for too long. They'd probably be the ones to receive the most noise complaints even though Present Mic is the only person with a quirk that works that way.

( Ryley. )

Bakugou x Kirishima - They're a work of off and on progress. I love Bakugou, I do, but he's too brash and hides his true feelings under harsh comments and anything negative to use against anything or anyone that makes him feel even remotely threatened while sweet baby Kirishima has so much pent up self-reproach it's honestly a wonder why he'd want to be friends with Bakugou, let alone date him. But they do. And then someone gets their feelings hurt, or gets too embarrassed and says something they don't mean, and they break up. But then they get back together because Bakugou's a bitch who can't let go and Kirishima's foolishly in love with him. But then they keep having a cycle of breaking up and getting back together until they eventually learn how to communicate their insecurities like normal functioning humans tend to. But the next time Bakugou points a finger at someone, in love or not, Kirishima is going to punt him into the sun itself because that's a nono.

( Terrie.)

Todoroki x Momo - Ha. Trauma™ meet Oblivious™.

( Ellie. )

Bakugou x Ochako - They'd be good friends, definitely. Bakugou drinks his respect women juice because his mama is a literal beast and Ochako is a little demon who's broke as hell. But they wouldn't date, no no no, that'd be dangerous for everyone involved. And Deku would probably cry a new ocean for us right after going on his villain arc, and no one wants that.

( Terrie.)

Bakugou x Izuku (Deku) - Fanon them is something I can get behind. Canon them is too many headaches waiting to happen and I don't own enough money to pay for all the simultaneous melatonin and coffee that's going to cost me.

( D.)