#I'm just a little bit salty at myself for being an ass and not being quicker bc if I would have then I would've met Tobi and Geoff

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 (𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

( dialogue prompts taken from episodes 1 & 2 ( "romance dawn" & "the man in the straw hat" ) of the netflix live action one piece series. feel free to edit and change as you seem fit. )

❛ do you have any last words? ❜

❛ the sea's been calling. well, not exactly calling, because i pretty much can't swim, but you get the idea. ❜

❛ so what do you say? are you with me? ❜

❛ liar! i know zoro must be after me. who else is worthy of his pursuit? ❜

❛ who's the most powerful pirate on the seas? ❜

❛ first things first. do you have any food here? ❜

❛ you don't look like a pirate. ❜

❛ i'm not afraid of getting hurt. and i'll prove it to you. ❜

❛ i don't get it. why would anyone want to be a pirate? ❜

❛ you have the wind on your back, the salty sea air, your loyal crew by your side. you never know what's on the horizon. it's all about being... free. ❜

❛ you should never let anyone tell you what you can't do. ❜

❛ well, remember the name, 'cause i'm gonna be king of the pirates. ❜

❛ people often visit shrines to light candles for those they've lost. who are yours for? ❜

❛ you've been following me for three days. what do you want? ❜

❛ look, i've been practicing what my face is gonna look like on my wanted poster.❜

❛ i've no doubt your mug will be on a wanted poster one day. ❜

❛ all he did was spill a drink on me. ❜

❛ you should've fought back! why didn't you kick his ass? ❜

❛ not everything can be solved with violence. a man needs to be strong, but he also needs to be good. ❜

❛ you're not a real man. you're nothing but a coward. ❜

❛ you ate a devil fruit? ❜

❛ ever since i was a kid, i wanted to protect people that can't protect themselves.❜

❛ if that's what you want, i think you should do it. i'll help you out. ❜

❛ my crew was attacked by pirates. i barely managed to make it out alive. ❜

❛ rice balls. for you. ❜

❛ you shouldn't draw your blade unless you're prepared to use it. ❜

❛ don't kill me, please. my father will give you anything you want. ❜

❛ i'd say you live up to your reputation. ❜

❛ what's up with the third sword? i mean, where does it even go? ❜

❛ what do you say, puppy? do you want to do a trick for me? sit up and beg. ❜

❛ i kill your kind for a living. ❜

❛ i mean it. i don't owe you anything. ❜

❛ you are going to get us both caught if you keep stomping around this place. ❜

❛ that was amazing. admit it. we do make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ so why did you decide to become a thief? ❜

❛ i needed to eat. you do what you have to, to survive. ❜

❛ you're right. nothing is more important than food. ❜

❛ all great fighters call out their finishing moves. ❜

❛ i don't work for you. ❜

❛ i'm sensing a little bit of tension amongst the crew. ❜

❛ before we met, every choice was made for me. but now i'm gonna do what i want to do. ❜

❛ next time we meet, we might be enemies. but for now... we're friends. ❜

❛ i'm feeling so... so piratey. ❜

❛ well, you're gonna end up feeling watery if i have to throw you overboard. i told you i need absolute silence. ❜

❛ don't mess with my hat. ❜

❛ oh, i'm sorry. were we interrupting your beauty sleep? ❜

❛ don't like what you see? look away. ❜

❛ you have a lot of names. i bet everyone in the east blue knows who you are. ❜

❛ are you making fun of my nose? ❜

❛ i know your type. if there's nothing to gain, you're out. ❜

❛ truthfully? i'm kind of hungry. ❜

❛ who are you trying to impress? a lost love? an absent parent? or was it someone that you worshipped? ❜

❛ i used to know a pirate that wore a hat just like this. ❜

❛ for a time, i even thought we were friends. until he betrayed me. just like all the others. ❜

❛ he wanted to keep me out of the spotlight! he wanted to keep my star from shining too brightly! ❜

❛ is that what he did to you? did he betray you, too? ❜

❛ you can slice me and you can dice me, but i'll always put myself back together again. ❜

❛ i've been thinking about you for years. ❜

❛ i know you're upset, but you should eat something. ❜

❛ you're never not hungry. what's going on? ❜

❛ you can spill a drink on me and i'll let it slide, but don't you ever threaten my friends. ❜

❛ you can't make people love you. just like you can't make them smile. ❜

❛ you really think anyone is coming for you? they don't care. and no one is gonna miss you when you're dead. ❜

❛ get lost. ❜

❛ i'm just glad that you're okay. ❜

❛ what was that? i couldn't hear you over all the drowning. ❜

❛ you really don't fear death, do you? ❜

❛ what's the plan? you do have a plan, right? that's your thing, plans. ❜

❛ you want out? you know the price you have to pay. ❜

❛ you want a piece of me? let's see what you got. ❜

❛ i think i'll miss you most of all. ❜

❛ we're gonna be the greatest pirates the world has ever seen. even greater than your crew. ❜

❛ this hat is the most precious thing i own. it means the world to me. and i want you to take it. ❜

❛ when we meet again, you can give it back to me. ❜

❛ is every day gonna be this crazy with you? ❜

❛ if the path to what you want seems too easy, then you're on the wrong path. ❜

[tealfling]

A/N: I was insipired by a post commenting on how obvious it would probably be that Astarion is a vampire to the characters. This went perfectly with my Tav and how salty she would be about being called naive by Astarion.

Astarion x FemaleTav, Named Tav, Amaranth- purple tiefling cleric

Summery: Astarion tried to convince Amaranth it would wasteful to not take the power of the Absoulte for themselves. Which is fine, he's always trying to get her to reach for more power, but he called her naive. As if her good nature made her stupid or blind. Him. His pale-assed, red-eyed, pointy toothed-self. The nerve.

Act2-ish, kinda proof read

Mentions: his scars, alludes to his backstory, and peppered in innendoes. PG-13-ish

Reflect

"You've been in the bath a long time, Darling. What's taking you so long?" Astarion drawled, walking around the divider.

Amaranth sunk deeper into the tub, her furrowed crystal gaze remaining out of the steamy water, but not turned toward the voice she recognized.

Astarion reguareded her, tilting his head. "tch. Oh, are we brooding? Moping?" he jested, "Your tail tells all my Sweet." Noding toward the slapping thud rippling at the corner of the tub. He thought for a moment. She'd been quite since they last spoke- about taking the power of the Absoult- so he carefully considered what he might have said to offend her. "Are you still upset that I called you naive?" he probed. Her eyes darted to him. Seemed so. "Don't be like that my dear, we all have our flaws-not me of course-but the others obviously," he teased grabbing a towel. "Now come out of there my Treat, there's no way that water's warm enough for you and I don't want supper getting cold." He tried to keep his air light and up beat. Whatever it was that they had going on was working, he liked his favorite traveling companion, maybe more than he cared to admit. The last thing he wanted was for her to cast him aside, especially now. They'd come so far.

Lifting her mouth out of the water, Amranth bit, "I just can't believe you of all people would think I'm the naive one."

Astarion's red eyes narrowed as he paused. "And what is that supposed to mean?" he hissed ready to take offense.

The purple tiefling turned to face him, gripping the side of the tub. "Well, since you don't know, let me paint you a picture," she said. "There I found myself on a beach, where I could hear the calls of a man for help," she said pushing herself up from the water. "When I found the man, I noticed how anemically pale he was, paler than any elf I'd seen-- and remember, Darling, I work with people preparing to be corpses," Amaranth stepped one foot over the tub. "True to form my bleeding heart fell for your siren song for help and pleading eyes, an unusual red color, by the way, but who's to say what's in one's ancestry?" She straightened, taking out the other foot and planting it to the ground, and standing tall. "Of course, this came to bite me on my sorry ass when I found myself thrown to the ground with the business of a dagger to my throat. There those red sullen eyes really bore into me, but what really caught my attention was the pretty mouth with fangs bigger than mine." She said, stepping forward to punctuate each sentence. Astarion, though unsure, held his ground as she approached. His eyes locked on hers.

Amaranth continued. "Now those, I couldn't think of an excuse for being in an elf's mouth. And all of these little things together might look a little suspicious to someone only half paying attention, but probably not anyone sauced out their mind in some tavern back-alley past mid-night. For me though, as someone that choose Deathcare as a career path, what really sells it for me are these. " Amaranth reached her hand and placed two fingers on his neck, one on each fang scar, ignoring the way Astarion flinched. "These aren't the small, tender bites you pepper across my flesh, no these are jagged and wild, made worse by these." she ghosts her fingertips between the holes, her eyes saddening. Astarion sntached her wrist preventing her from touching further. His jaw clenched, his eyes were furrowed and locked to her's, but he didn't interrupt her.

"This texture? Scars from his incisors. That son of a bitch bit you so hard he almost ripped your throat out," her voice cracked where she didn't mean and her eyes began to sting. Amaranth pulled her fingers from his neck, wanting instead to caress his check. Her wrist still trapped in his hand, she gently grazed her knuckle across his jawbone. "Sorry," she whispered smally. Astarion loosened his grip at her apologetic touch.

Trying to save herself, she joked, "You were also terribly conspicuous about the boar, Darling. Even before we even added a half-baked monster hunter to our group. So I don't see how I'm the naive one." Blinking away the wet in her eyes, Amaranth said softly, "No, I took one look at your cover and knew what kind of book you were, but I'm the one who decided to read you." She peeked at him through her lashes, "And I'm glad I did, I'm surprised by what I've found in your pages."

For a long silent moment, Astarion stared at her. Reading her or collecting his thoughts before scoffing, "I didn't realize I was so easy to read, I'll have to double my efforts for the future."

"As if you could, I'm your mirror remember? Now, hand me that stupid towel, dinner's getting cold," Amaranth said playfully reaching for the towel Astarion still held, but she failed.

With deft hands, the elf flicked the towel around her shoulders earning himself one of those darling smiles of her's he'd grown so fond of. She'd known all along. No wonder she reacted cooly, but it still didn't explain why she'd agreed to any of it. Always full of surprises. More so than him apparently. His eyes softened. She always saw him with those big, beautiful shining eyes of hers. He supposed he chose the perfect mirror. He pushed a wet strand of hair from her forehead. Her eyebrows pinched.

"You're giving me that look," she said.

"What look?" Astarion asked with the lift of an eyebrow confused.

Amaranth playfully narrowed her eyes, " That soft look. You know it makes me want to indulge you. Perhaps Gale is right, maybe I do cater to you too much."

At the mention of Gale, a switch went off in Astarion. "Gale's just jealous," he dismissed. "Here you are lecturing me naked, why I'm sure Gale just wishes he could indulge in the whole, Dinner and a Show package, you cater to me," he purred, closing in on her.

With a small eyeroll, Amaranth hummed, "You're incorrigible." She muttered an easy encantantion matching signs in her hand and instantly dried off. "All right, let's go. I think I've hogged the bathroom long enough," she said, ducking around him to grab her dressing robe.

"Lovely," Astarion said, straighting out her robe, "Now with all this talk of Gale-can we do it in my tent tonight? I want Gale to hear you indulge me." He asked through a devilish grin extending his hand.

Amaranth returned a cheeky smile, "If that's what you want. But I'm not going to be intentionally loud." She grabbed his hand to be led out the room.

"I'll see about that."

"You know I can cast Silence right?"

"Oh, you're no fun."

"I thought your whole point was that I am a lot of fun?"

[runfreebirdrun]

got any funny weed stories?

Rissa, all I am is funny weed stories.

Let me give you the classic, though, the most well-known: the Build-A-Bear story.

My buddy's dad used to make these insane pot brownies that my buddy calls "sotweeds." Normally, to make pot brownies, you put some pot in the butter and mix a little of that with normal butter, bake, enjoy. His dad, being a middle-aged gnomish sort of man with a goatee, had insane tolerance: sotweeds were *100%* pot butter. They were cut into strange little asymmetrical pieces rather than squares for no good reason. His dad would make like 50 of these at a time and store them in his freezer.

So, once, when we were younger and not-too-much dumber, my buddy stole a bunch of the chunks and we took (too many) gleefully outside an aquarium. The fun thing about the Cubist approach his dad took to cutting the signature brownies meant that the THC content of whatever chunk you just took was between you and God. Any given chunk could be either mostly chocolate chip, or the type of shit to make you see the hat man. This time, we rolled the dice and got snake eyes.

The aquarium was great. The shark tunnel was beautiful, and I made eye contact with a sea bass. An anemone hugged my fingers in the petting pool and I felt connected to the world in a new sense. And then, I pulled the fire alarm in the elevator.

It was an accident — I just leaned on the side of the elevator for a second, but as it turned out, that's how you press the alarm button. My friends and I made frightened eye contact and decided instantly: we had to flee the scene. We were wanted criminals, now, and nothing would ever be the same.

So we hike our asses out through the gift shop and in the bright light of the afternoon we stand looking down the steep staircase from the aquarium and right then, the edible hits.

We'd spent an hour and a half in the aquarium. The average pot brownie hits about forty minutes in, and lasts for a couple of hours. My last un-fried brain cells did the math: if it was still hitting *now,* we were only going to get higher.

Have you ever played a multiplayer video game on a really, really, poor connection, Rissa? I was rubber-banding. My ping was low. As I walked carefully down these stairs, I could feel the frames drop.

We descend into the nightmarish tourist trap neighborhood around the aquarium, and the least high of us goes and buys some too-salty fries to take the edge off. I sit on a bench and wonder: will I ever think again?

The only way out is through. My buddy suggests that we need some child-like whimsy to set us right. We go to Build-A-Bear, for the first time in my life.

You have to understand: I'm clutching my debit card in my hands the whole time because I don't trust myself to operate a zipper when we get to the cash register. At one point, I think I actually teleported across the room. I can see through walls. I can see new colors.

The heart ceremony? I felt that shit. You try being that high and told by an over-enthusiastic Build-A-Bear employee that you're sewing the soul into this animal you've adopted. I reveled in the joy of divine creation.

We get to the bit where you name your Build-A-Bear, and I decide the funniest possible name for this stuffed dinosaur is, all caps, "SPECIES." My weed-addled fingers typo, and I decide not to fix it. We get to the register, and I am not kidding you: 137 fiscal US dollars.

I teleport home by a method unknown to me to this day. I pass out instantly, and wake up, $137 poorer, to a red dinosaur Build-A-Bear wearing a promotional "I <3 Crabs" shirt, a full brown wig for a woman, and a Build-A-Bear birth certificate. Name: SPRCIES.

Her birthday's coming up.

[titanicfreija]

Three things.

Played with @fossil-finder last night and had a good time. I carried her through Prophecy for shiggles and the Kridis Empire hunt for prisms.

They said I was "the most competent Titan" they've seen and yay for the warm and fuzzies. I've had a lot of practice keeping the DPS alive, and I'm quite proud of my capacity to do so under several circumstances. It's a high priority to me, because if my damage/rez is dead, I don't last long. I'm very grateful to them for shooting the bosses in the faces while I cowered behind the furniture and caught things on fire.

But so I want to brag, because this was badass as fuck.

During the Kridis fight, Bunny got frozen and killed, like you do, while I was on the wrong side of the map, on the other little offshoot platform.

So I hop the railing, touch on the strip and jump over to Bunny. (I can't remember if I used my melee to hurry up, which would have made it even cooler.) She's got a yellow bar on her Ghost, so I spin and put my thermite grenade down in front of where I'm going, get it running up the path to Kridis, catch the marauder for a second, and I land and put up a barricade as soon as I touch down, which saves me from Kridis's ice shit, and I punch the marauder the rest of the way down while I get her up.

It was so fucking cool, I cannot believe I pulled that off.

This was after I had said, "I'm not THAT great". Bunny has suggested this is a bit of imposter syndrome. Which, it might be a little, but I wanted to explain this, cos this is thing 2.

I'm definitely in the top half, probably in the top quarter, skill-wise. But I say I'm not THAT Great for two reasons.

One is kinda unfair to myself, and he's our friend and occasional Fireteammate, Gamerboy. Freija and Three are both impressed by this guy. I plan to write him into a least one story, and if he has an OC, I'm gonna have to make a second Guardian to superimpose the player on.

Gamerboy carried Rise through Zero Hour and got him Rat King in Season 12. He went into the crucible with us and showed me shit I still can't do. This fucker got us Malfeasance when I decided to see what that quest was all about.

That is significant because part of that quest requires an Army of One OR for someone on your team to get an Army of One three times in one match.

That is, you have to invade in Gambit and take out the entire enemy team. Four kills. Or else your team has to do it for you three times.

This mother fucker over here jumped into Gambit with us with a fucking Aachen that just randomly dropped, and he did it on the first match. (This is how I don't get salty about ass-kickings in Gambit. Turnabout is fair play.)

So my basis of comparison, my line of Greatness, is that asshole. I'm not THAT great. I AM good. I've had to admit that one. My greatest shortcoming is my lack of DPS and my second is a degree of inflexibility once I get a good thing going. (I miss Citan's. 😭) Third is that this is, in fact, an MMO and I have horrendous social anxiety.

The other source of humility is connection-based matchmaking in the crucible. It's usually just the one guy that ran the whole match doing the gnawing, instead of me being The Bad One, but sometimes I'm still The Bad One and the times I've been the one eating good are few indeed. I can remember twice. My efficiency drops to .7 and my greatest chances of victory are based around if my team has a carry.

Which brings me to the Third Thing

Rise and now Bunny, and literally anyone else that worries they're being rocks in my backpack-- as long as you are shooting shit, you're helping. If you're only getting shot at, you're still helping. If you rez me one time, that's a time I didn't have to start completely over. If you only get one of the five Nighthawk shots off, you did a goddamn fuckload of damage that I no longer have to do. The difference between solo and duo is night and day and you being there means I'm not solo. In this particular case, we went in knowing I was carrying. I said the words, "I'll carry you." I'm happy to have you.

To conclude: I am awesome and I had fun. 😁

[decaydanceredacted]

Hey, anon who got carried away here! Sorry for this, I daydream a lot about fucking patrick the the futct days, when he hasn't been famous for very long yet. Maybe he would start to have a little bit of an ego about it, getting cocky that so many people want him. He would have a million groupies all begging to sleep with him, and one night he would pick me. I'd end up in a hotel with him after a show. He would be used to people falling all over him, being submissive and letting him do whatever he wants. So he would hardly even talk to me, not even trying to remember my name, because this was just a one night stand (reference not intended). He'd start trying to undress me with no foreplay, just so excited to have some holes to use. But I wouldn't let him. I'd tell him to keep his hands to himself and that he doesn't get to be in charge this time. I would shove him onto the bed, pull all his clothes off him, and use something, a tie, a belt, to bind his wrists together behind his back, and make him watch me strip. I would tease him for so long, making him blush. Lean in like I'm going to kiss him, but pull away before our lips touch. Put my hand on his thigh and stroke it, getting close to his cock but never touching it. I'd touch myself while he watched and make fun of him for how obviously desperate he is for sex. I want to see him get so pent up from being able to look but not touch, his cock harder than it's ever been. I would get on top of him and pin him down with his tied up wrists above his head. His breathing would be so fast and heavy. I would finally let him kiss me and he would moan into my mouth and I'd make him choke on my tongue. And I'd move my mouth down to his nipples and start licking and sucking and it would make his whole body twitch and he would make the prettiest noises. I would pinch his thighs and ass and finally I'd put a hand on his cock and feel how hard it is and trace my thumb over the tip and feel something wet. And take my mouth off his tit and laugh at him, asking if he was going to cum just from having his nipple sucked. I want to have my hand around his neck while I stroke his cock. I would edge him until he was whimpering and keep going until he cried, and I would call him a pathetic whore for it. He would be so desperate to cum but I would tell him he's not allowed. I want him so horny and desperate that he bites his lip so hard it bleeds. I would lean in and lick up the blood and see the tears clinging to his eyelashes and leaving salty wet trails down his cheeks. I'd shove my fingers into his mouth and he'd suck on them. When I pulled them out I would ask him if he wanted to cum and of course he would say yes. He would nod so enthusiastically and moan out "yes, please," looking so pretty and then I'd put my saliva-covered hand between his legs. His eyes would get wide when I put my fingers lower than he expected and let out the most adorable whimper when I put a finger inside him. I would go back to sucking on his boobs while I fingered him and it would make his body shiver. I'd bite him and leave hickeys on his neck and chest. I would keep adding fingers and moving them faster and faster until he's shaking and moaning so loud I'm sure people could hear him through the walls. I would ask him to tell me when he's close and when he said "I'm gonna c-'' I would press my mouth against his before he could finish and he'd moan the last word into my mouth while he squirts onto his stomach. His cheeks would be so red as he took deep breaths trying to recover. I wouldn't give him a break, though, because now that I've gotten him off he has to return the favor. But that's another redacted for another day

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[2darklymelanatedstories]

Secret Club

ft Piccolo&Vegeta&Whis)

I got this idea from @ zeldapanda. Thnx and enjoy love.❤️ I plan on making another part to this since this one's short.

_

Welcome to the club.

Where we like our tea a bit salty...if you know what I'm sayin'.

~

The door flew open and slammed against the wall, startling Piccolo and Vegeta making them almost drop their drinks. The angel stomped into the room and sat at the antique looking table he designed that matched with all the other decor.

"Uh, Whis–"

Whis raised his hand, automatically silencing the Namek. "Wait a moment let me calm myself down." He sighed.

"Just let it all out and punch stuff. It feels great, trust me.",Vegeta mentioned.

Piccolo sighed. "Spoken like a true hothead."

Before Vegeta can retort they hear the angel rant about his day with the obnoxious God of Destruction followed by,

"Why that little, stupid, whiny, purple Barney looking...!" Whis' teeth clenched as he tried to think of another insult.

"Bitch?",Vegeta suggested.

"Yes that as well." Being a angel who always had to be calm, Whis wasn't one to blow up very much. But in the this club he could let it all out.

Piccolo chuckled. "Beerus really got to you, huh?"

Whis sighed and rolled his eyes. "If he keeps on acting up I'll have to trade him in for Goku.",he said resulting in a laugh let out by the three of them.

"Speaking of that idiot," Vegeta mentioned as he placed salmon onto his plate. "Last week the buffoon tried to kiss me!"

Piccolo raised a brow. "What the fuck?"

"Get this, the idiot has never kissed before and was curious so decided to try it on me.",he spat.

Piccolo smirked. "Guess we know who he'll cheat on Chi Chi with now."

"Shut up!",Vegeta growled. "I'm way out of that idiots league. To think that empty headed man boy would even think he'd have a chance with me. The prince."

"Right.", Piccolo said sarcastically. "Well I'm going to direct this conversation away from Vegeta's obvious crush on Goku."

"I do not–!"

"Yes you do." Piccolo smiled knowing he pissed off the saiyan. "Anyway–"

"Just like you and Gohan?",Vegeta said with a smirk.

Piccolo scoffed. "Please, I wouldn't go out with that wide eyed softy in a million years."

"I don't blame you. With his nerdy looking ass and all."

Whis took a sip of his tea. "It's hard to believe he's Goku's offspring. What with Gohan seeming to have more brain cells than his father."

"Goku even forgets that Gohan is his son at times.", Piccolo said. "It's hard to believe Chi Chi is still married to him."

"Jealous?",Vegeta asked with a raised brow.

"Off what?" Piccolo scowled with a blush coating his cheeks. "We don't go there."

Whis giggled. "Oh my."

"That woman's voice is as ear piercing as Bulma's.",Piccolo commented. "Honestly how do you live with that?"

"Ear plugs." Vegeta said bluntly before they all started laughing. "And also leave my wife out of this Namek.",he said after composing himself.

Piccolo rolled his eyes. "Calm down Mr McDonald's, I was just saying."

"What'd you call me, Slug!",Vegeta growled. They both got up from their chairs and glared daggers at one another. Whis giggled. Although they came together to hate on everyone else it was quite fun for the angel to see these two argue.

"At least this Veggie burger here found himself a wife.",Whis added. "Instead of stealing one like you did with Chi Chi."

Piccolo sat down and muttered. "Need I remind you that he stole Bulma from Yamcha."

Whis clapped his hands and smiled. "Alright I guess you're both homewreckers."

Vegeta sat back down and scoffed. Piccolo then said something to get back into the prince's good side.

"Yamcha was a piece of shxt anyway."

Vegeta smirked. "Was? He still is. That sorry excuse for a fighter. Fxcking scumbag. Coward. Playboy. Lazy fxck–"

"You wanna talk lazy, how about Yajirobe. Tub-of-lard looking ass.",Piccolo spat.

"That moron didn't even help in the future in the fight against Black.", Vegeta paused taking a huge chunk of meat before continuing. "Fxcking idiot thinks he's all that and a bag of senzu beans just because he cut off my tail. All he did was stuff his fat cheeks."

"You mean like how you're doing right now?",Piccolo said.

"Slug!"

Whis tapped his chin. "Well he at least isn't as disgusting as Goku." Whis cringed as he recalled the times Goku ate in front of him.

"I swear, why do you saiyans have to have such huge appetites?" Whis sighed. "Don't even get me started on Beerus. If he keeps on eating the way he does he'll end up looking like Champa."

Piccolo couldn't help but laugh. "And here I thought no one could get a stomach greater than Yajirobes."

The Namekian helped himself to some cake and custard. Something he's been craving for a while. Sure he was Namekian but he was raised on Earth.

"I thought you slugs only drank water.",Vegeta said event though he's seen Piccolo eat a bunch of times.

"I eat socially.",was all Piccolo replied with.

Whis raised a brow. "Really? And here I thought you only ate whenever Chi Chi cooked."

"Shut the fxck up, you devil.",Piccolo growled.

"You say that and yet I'm not the one going to hell, demon.",Whis snapped back.

"How has Beerus not killed you yet?"

Vegeta quickly swallowed his food then commented. "The question you should be asking is why Whis hasn't killed Beerus yet?. I swear I have never met an angel so evil in my life."

Piccolo smirked. "That's because when they look at you they run away."

Whis snorted almost spilling out his tea.

Vegeta growled. "Well they're wise to fear the prince of–"

"McDonalds." Piccolo cut him off.

"Why McDonalds though?",Vegeta finally asked. "Why the hell?!"

"Because your widow's peak looks like the McDonalds logo."

"I could kill you right here and now.",Vegeta threatened.

"And here I thought Veggie burger didn't have any beef.",Whis joked.

Vegeta placed his plate on the table with a look of anger on his face. When it seemed his was about to lose it, he started laughing.

"I fxcking hate this. I'm gonna go train."

"Yeah, I should leave too.",Piccolo said standing up.

"I suppose I better get to Beerus." Whis tapped his staff on the ground twice and the food and leftovers vanished. "See you two next time."

"Yeah."

"Whatever."

[sunny-lounge]

I am willing to do this with you. (Part 2/2) - [Us.]

Relationship: Sami/Jey (SamiJey)

Rating: Explicit —feelings, making up, kissing, smut, anal fingering, anal sex, happy ending

Summary: Sami and Jey talk about their feelings and try and come to some sort of understanding. The understanding they reach is all that they could've hoped for.

Word count: 4,259 - (was not planning on this being so long😵‍💫)

Ao3 link - part 2 / Part 1 here. / *Other Fics*

A/N: This is Part 2 of 2. This is my first attempt at writing a Fic ever, so the SMUT was even harder. I hope it's alright and that you enjoy it 🌸🌺 (Can't thank the people who liked and reblogged part 1 enough! It meant a lot, more than you know, thank you 🩷)

[— AGAIN: I'm not a "writer" SO... Comments/Feedback would really really be appreciated (comments sec; tags; or asks- anon or not), to really just actually, and quite genuinely gauge how good or BAD this is. So I know for myself 😁. And obviously I'd really love to know if you enjoyed it! - comments are so wonderful and so motivating as well! Thank you again for reading! 🩷]

Tagging: @imabillyami - (if at all anyone wants to be tagged in my silly little fics let me know!)

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Jey doesn't wait a second longer, stripping off his pants and boxers while Sami is slipping off his own shirt and trousers, tossing it somewhere to the side.

Jey is rid of all his clothing before Sami is, and he's reaching for Sami's hips dragging him in closer.

He eagerly mouths at the pale fuzzy haired stomach in front of him, wanting to taste it as fast as possible. He's always wondered what it'd be like. A complete contrast to his own he'd imagined, and from what he can see - from it's appearance to it's texture; his own tanned hairless torso, they are completely opposing sights, and may be that's why he loves it so much, it's different and fascinating to him. He wants to get his hands and mouth on it.

He can't help leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses and he vaguely wonders if you could even call it that, it's sloppy and messy, uncoordinated in his eagerness. He's using his tongue, needing to taste Sami's skin - it's a little bit salty and whole lot delectable - just like he's wanted to do for a while and he can't get enough, moving his hands around to Sami's firm ass and slowly massaging it.

Sami lets out a low and lengthy groan, hips buckling a little, he doesn't know whether to move forwards toward Jey's mouth, or backwards, towards his skilled hands, he's thrumming. His hands end up shakily finding their way into Jey’s hair, fingers scratching through his smooth black locks and pulling gently, making Jey hiss at the slight pressure as he teethes at Sami's hipbone. 

Jey can concentrate on nothing but biting and licking the exposed skin, his mouth watering as though devouring a delicious meal, leaving a trail of saliva along Sami's stomach and hips, mouth moving messily in every direction unable to make up his mind on where he wants to taste next.

Sami can feel every sensation of Jey's mouth on him, what it's doing to him, leaving behind a cool wetness along his skin causing his hair to stand up in response from the pleasure and coolness, and he watches and finds himself getting inexplicably aroused by it all. Jey uses his hands to pull down Sami's boxers until he is able to completely rid him of them and Sami easily let's him. 

Sami looks magnificent like this in Jey's eyes.

Sami is standing between his legs with his eyes fully focusing on him, mouth slightly parted, his hands running through and gripping the younger man's hair with just the right amount of pressure, turning on Jey to no end. He's always liked having his hair played with when he was a young boy, it soothed him, but this was a whole other feeling. It was exciting and different, something more sexual and it was sending shivers down his spine.

Sami's dick is standing tall, a delicious shade of dark pink pulsing with excitement, it's tempting and appetizing just looking at, standing up clearly aroused, significantly close to Jey's face. He wants to give it a lick just like he'd been licking Sami all over earlier, tasting him. But before he can act on it, he's distracted by the way Sami is looking at him with such reverence, it makes Jey freeze feeling like every nerve in his body is alight. 

Jey snaps out of it and shyly smiles leaning up, Sami bending down meets him halfway, this time letting his lips linger and Jey let's out a happy hum. As eager as Sami is to get his hands on Jey's body, he is happy enough to steal kisses and make out like teenagers.

If that is all he is getting tonight, he is content with it.

He hears Jey, cutting through his thoughts. “I want you Sami, I want you to fuck me....but, but only if you want that."

Sami feels like he's been slapped by the words directed at him, but in the best way possible. His eyes widen dramatically, his heart is racing and dick twitches as a result. Literally. And he can't help that his brain almost short-circuits because of it.

“Yes, fuck, yes Jey. I want to,” Sami manages to get out, answering in all honesty.

It's what he's secretly hoped for, imagined and wanted. But never thought he'd actually live out. He wasn't even sure Jey would be open to it.

It takes him a moment to comprehend that this is actually happening and he isn't dreaming, this isn't one of his shameful, self-indulgent late night fantasies that he gets off on, and then ridden with self-loathing and guilt after. But now that he knows what Jey wants from him, he is ever so eager and willing.

Sami suddenly has a thought. "Hold on, we don't have any of the stuff we need," he voices out loud.

And Jey gives him a sheepish look, quickly looking away while scrubbing his hand nervously over the back of his head and shrugging. "Uh, I may have bought some stuff, you know just in case", he says roughly, avoiding eye contact.  

Sami can't help the sudden heat rushing through him. Stomach flipping to Jey admitting he'd gone out and got 'supplies' for them, to know that this prickly Samoan sitting naked in front of him, had actively gone out of his way, specifically putting aside time to get things for them was something Sami had never even imagined was a possibility, and yet here they are. It makes his heart melt and soar in excitement all at once. 

The heat in him only grows stronger as he silently watches Jey, who's apparently been hit by a sudden bolt of shyness—it doesn't help one bit that he's sitting there naked and beautiful with no idea just how adorable Sami thinks he is, this man who has his whole heart.

The younger man's nervousness and embarrassment is palpable; he's still hunched over, looking anywhere but Sami, his bottom lip being worried by his teeth and forehead creased by a small frown. He is noticeably agitated and waiting for Sami to respond. 

"Jey, please look at me," Sami says gently, trying not to spook him. Jey still refuses to, lowering his head even further in embarrassment hiding his face, finding his fingers far more interesting than Sami at the moment. 

'That won't do', thinks Sami, he isn't going to let Jey retreat again, not after all the progress they've just made. He needs Jey to know that this is okay, that he's actually thankful for what he's done, just a little surprised, but pleasantly so. "Jey, come on, I said look at me, please." 

Jey still doesn't listen...

"Now, Jey." Sami unintentionally grinds out with more force, louder and firmer, with a combination of authority and desperation that makes Jey's head automatically snap up at the sound of it. 

Sami marvels at how beautiful Jey looks. Eyes wide and unblinking now completely focused on the ginger; blushing the most gorgeous shade of pink. Sami could just eat him up right then and there, their eyes slowly meet and a helpless shuddering breath is let out by both in unplanned synchronicity.

Sami quickly strides forward and smashes his lips to Jey's, forgetting what he's wanting to say to him in the first place. It's all teeth and tongue, licking, biting, and hands pulling at each other. They're desperate and it's messy, and somehow they need it this way, tempering down some of the insatiable hunger between them. Sami has been wanting and waiting for this for so long, he isn't about to stop now and his actions are making this crystal clear. Jey too.

And Jey is a moment away from being too overwhelmed pulling away, sucking in deep gasps of air, cheeks still flushed with the most enticing shade of pink.

"Fuck," Jey curses, tongue poking out to wet his plump, kiss-bruised lips.

"By all means," Sami responds lowly, crowding Jey's space once again, firmly grabbing his face on either side and tilting his head up so he can slot their mouths together once again.

Sami pulls back for a second to admire Jey, only to dip his head back down in urgency, and capturing Jey's mouth in hunger.

This time Jey doesn't care if he is too overwhelmed, he just lets it happen and he doesn't want to stop, if anything, he's going to let go and hold nothing back. So he responds with equal want and hunger, matching Sami. 

Sami makes a wordless sound of approval in the back of his throat, pushing Jey flat onto his back falling with him onto the bed, lips still attached.

He breaks the kiss pulling back slightly, just enough to look down to admire Jey, panting, flushed and naked under him; desire burning in his own hooded eyes as he looks up at Sami, and Sami can still make out those gorgeous brown irises sparkling up at him through those heavy eyes. "Fuck," Sami groans, keeping eye contact. Closing his eyes resting his forehead against Jey's and he slowly starts rubbing their bodies together. 

The unexpected slide of Sami's dick against his makes him jump and sets off a shockwave of electricity searing beneath his skin. His breathing against the older man's mouth is shaky, fractured by huffs and soft gasps in between the little sounds he lets out. He grips the older man's waist holding on firmly, dizzy by the press and weight of Sami on top of his own body. He allows himself to be led, getting lost in the ginger, in his attention and in his touch, he can't stop reacting, there are all these unfamiliar noises leaving his body, noises that he never thought could come out of him, noises he has never heard himself make before, as he arches up to steal kisses. 

Saamiii," he moans, dragging his name out. And it does things to Sami, really good things. 

"Jey, shit, yeah, you feel so good," praises Sami and Jey can do nothing but whine in response as Sami continues, carding his fingers through Jey's hair, tugging him close and kissing him firmly, swallowing up any sounds of pleasure the younger man is letting out as their dicks continue rubbing against each other, getting wetter from pre-cum seeping out with every second, teasing their final release to come.

Sami is placing open-mouthed kisses at his neck, and Jey turns his head to the side, moaning and needing to feel more of Sami's mouth against his skin. "Jeyyy..." The sound of his name coming out of Sami coupled by the attention his mouth is giving him is too much, and if Sami continues saying his name like that and doing the things he's doing.....Jey is going to come embarrassingly fast. And he doesn't want it to end. Not yet, at least not like this.

He knows he won't last much longer if they keep this up, he is too turned on, his emotions are heightened, and the sensations too intense, and after holding himself back for so long, longer than he realised, his release is fast approaching, luring him unexpectedly quicker than expected. Jey likes to pride himself, in his ability to have more control over himself when it comes to this, but apparently that rule doesn't apply when it comes to Sami. And he honestly doesn't care right now.

As much as he doesn't want to, he has to put a stop to this, and get to the 'main event', and he almost let's out a chuckle at that...'main event', otherwise things were going to end well before they even start. 

Knowing he isn't going to last, Jey palms at Sami's chest gently nudging him away, though strong enough for Sami to pause and back up putting space between them. 

And Sami freezes immediately, moving to stand up and in the process lets Jey go, "I'm sorry, was I—"

Jey doesn't let him finish though, he is already on his feet in a flash, hands reaching out for the other man, cupping his jaw and drawing him in for a panicked kiss.

"No! No, you din' do nothin' wrong, Sami. Is just that if you keep goin' like that Imma not last long. Like at all." He takes a deep breath. "And I want you to be inside me when I come," Jey whispers against Sami's lips, like he is sharing a secret only meant between two lovers and sealing their mouths again.

Sami responds with a groan, involuntarily punching out from his gut, his eyes close and fingers finding their way to Jey's waist digging in with desperation.

"You're so damn sexy," he groans again against Jey's lips, relaxing his hands tenderly cupping the sides of the Samoan's hips. He really is obsessed with feeling this part of Jey, more than anywhere else he thinks. Who can blame him after what he was subjected to: the months of torture, constantly seeing Jey in those damn crop tops but not being able to do a thing about it, not being able to touch that oh so inviting skin that was being exposed. For months it had been calling out to him, begging to be touched, but his hands had been tied. Not anymore though, he knows he is going to take full advantage tonight, his hands are going to be glued to it, one of his favorite spots on Jey and there is nothing stopping him this time. 

Jey smirks a little at the feeling of those slender hands on his waist. He puts his own hands over Sami's and squeezes it. "You like that, huh?" he rumbles in Sami's ear, giving it a wet kitten like lick. 

Shivering Sami groans saying, "You know I do....mmmh...so sexy Jey. These hips of yours are just begging to be kissed; and licked; and bitten; and sucked; and marked. But that'll have to wait for another time. Next time, I'm going to take my time with you, I'm going to explore EVERY inch of you, taste every bit of you, I'm going to worship this beautiful, sexy body of yours. But, right now I just really need to fuck you, until you can't think, speak or even breathe anymore," he continues whispering seductively full of feeling against Jey's neck, punctuating every word to emphasize his unwavering intent, stealing quick kisses along the length of his neck, while massaging his hips. 

And Jey almost loses it, leaving this earth and going to heaven right then and there. His breathing hitching and becoming labored, the image created by Sami's words playing over and over in his head, he definitely wore those crop tops for a reason and he's a little satisfied that it paid off, his dick starting to grow considerably harder and he didn't think that was even possible. It springs up meeting his own stomach and knocking against it, smearing himself with his own pre-cum. 'Shit', he thinks, he might just come from Sami's words alone. His dick is going to fall off and it's all Sami's fault. He really is going to die tonight. 

He really can't take it much longer, he has to feel Sami, now.

He warps his arms around Sami's neck pulling him in and smashing their mouths together. It's simply a clash of lips, teeth and tongues, there's nothing gentle about it, it's carnal. Mouths open and desperate, tongues licking and exploring every inch and every surface, every moan and gasp being swallowed.

Breathing heavily they finally pull apart, a string of spit still connecting their lips as they draw back. It should be gross, but it only turns them on even more, both releasing satisfied sounds at the sight of it. 

Sami walks Jey backwards and pushes him back onto the bed. 

"Stay there while I get what we need yea. Where is it?" 

Sami leans and reaches over to pull open the draw of the dresser at the side of the king sized bed, where Jey has just pointed. He takes out a bottle of lube and a condom. He turns back to Jey and looks down into his eyes.

"You're still okay right?" Sami asks breathlessly, really hoping he is.

"Shit. Will you please just fuck me already, Sami?" Jey demands, staring back with a firm and determined gaze filled with a sure fire, lust, and want. 

Sami reacts by immediately flipping open the bottle, squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his fingers.

He lifts Jey's knees and pushes them outwards as he leans forward to then pull apart Jey's cheeks, circling his entrance a little with his thumb, just to get him used to the sensation. The younger man beneath him let's out a whimper, raised his hips and spread his legs further apart to accommodate Sami's hand, wanting more.

Sami pushes one finger in and Jey begins squirming, at two he begins breathing hard as Sami presses against his prostate with deadly precision, and the little noises that keep leaving him becoming louder and louder. 

"Please please, Sami. Pleaseee, more." Jey is unconcerned about being reduced to a begging mess. Jey hears Sami groan and a third finger now swiping inside of him. He involuntarily arches his back and his breathing hitching, he's never felt anything like this before, sure he's imagined what it might be like to be with the man in front of him, doing this to him, but never in a million years would he have thought it would feel this good; and this euphoric. His own fingers are nothing compared to this, Sami has ruined it all for him. He's not sure he'll ever be satisfied anymore, unless it's Sami's fingers, and as terrifying as that is....to be honest he doesn't mind at all. His head is swimming and his lungs feeling like he is drowning, just from Sami's fingers alone. 

"Ughhn.. ahnh...ah.... yes! yes Sami, right...right there," Jey gets out, unable to keep himself from voicing his pleasure, squirming uncontrollably again. A couple more swipes and Sami's fingers leave him to pick up the condom and rolling it on. Jey immediately feeling empty and impatient, and that almost surprises him, but only almost, because he's feeling beyond desperate for Sami right now. Sami drizzles out more lube onto his throbbing erection. "Wrap your legs around my waist." He instructs.

Jey quickly complies, Sami grabs onto his favorite spot with one hand—Jey's hips, and leaning on his other arm holding some of his weight off Jey, positions himself in line with Jey's ready and open hole. Sami slowly pushes forward, leaning over Jey's body latching his lips onto Jey's as he sinks inside trying to ease Jey into the new feeling he's experiencing.

"OH FUCK! Sami!", Jey yells throwing his head back, eyes rolling to the back of his head and mouth opening at the first sensation of feeling so full with Sami. Sami is inside him. 'Fuck', he thinks. Sami is inside him and he form a thought beyond that.

Squeezing his eyes shut at the intense sensation. "Shit, shit, shit Jey," keens Sami, at the overwhelming sensation. "You feel so good, so hot and so tight." And then he isn't holding back, Sami lets go of Jey's hip leaning on his forearms and snapping his hips forward, pulling almost fully out out of Jey's eager body before plunging back in. Jey's strong thighs trembling squeezes Sami around his waist even tighter, his whole body being slammed into again and again and it's taking him to new heights he's never experienced before. The crude feeling of Sami's balls hitting his ass turning him on even more, its echoing sounds around the room mixed with his desperate wailing cries, it's loud and it's all adding to both their pleasure.

The bed is rocking back and forth with each powerful thrust, and Jey's head falls back moving from side to side almost like he can't take it, and he doesn't think he can, the pleasure and intensity is too much, it's choking him, his head tilts back eyes open wide staring at the ceiling and his hands scramble and finding a hold on Sami's biceps, something to ground himself by.

"I'm close, I'm so close," Jey gasps then, eyes squeezing shut tight and hands clamping down harder on Sami's sinewy biceps. 

'Oh that's going to leave marks', thinks Sami, and it only spurs him on. 

Sami braces himself on one arm while continuing to piston his hips even faster into Jey's wanting hole, he's chasing the feeling, not able to get enough of the heat of Jey's body wrapped around him, the slide of his soft smooth walls rubbing hotly around his own throbbing dick; letting his other hand slip between them both, grasping Jey's aching cock in a firm grip and beginning to pump it up and down in a quick rhythm, twisting his wrist and swiping his thumb over his slit.

"It's okay, come for me, Jey, let go." Sami hums into the man's ear mouthing at it whilst still thrusting his hips and jerking him off. And Jey does, hips thrashing and buckling wildly, screaming out loud long and high-pitched as he erupts all over Sami's fist coating their stomachs with his cum and riding out his orgasm.

Jey's snug body continues spasming around Sami's dick, the aftermath of the younger man's own orgasm, and it is enough to set Sami off as well, and he falls forward letting out a guttural cry right into Jey's sweaty neck and shoulder giving it an uncoordinated lick, thrusting forward once, then twice before fully letting himself go inside the condom from the feeling of Jey around him and taste of his skin, the only thing that's separating himself from Jey at that moment.

Jey finally allows his legs to fall haphazardly from the older man's waist onto the bed as the lights behind his eyes finally stop dancing around. He's still floating but blinks slowly trying to find Sami, trying to re-orientate himself. 

Sami falls to the side, gasping for air on his back. After a moment, feeling boneless he sluggishly rolls himself over onto his side and presses his face into Jey's long tan neck. 'Hmm', he thinks, this maybe another one of his favorite spots, 'Another time'. 

"That was..." Jey barely gets out, arm curling around the back of Sami's shoulders holding Sami close.

"Yea it was," mumbles Sami sleepily, voice muffled by his face now squished against Jey's tattooed chest. Another area he is itching to explore, but not right now. Next time. Sami is slowly coming to the conclusion that, every part of Jey is fast becoming his 'favorite' spot. Spots he wants to take his time with, tease and taste. 

“You okay?” he asks, his voice thick from exhaustion, though the concern still clear.

“I'm fine. Perfectt really.” Jey purrs grinning, voice matching the ginger, lazy with sleep, and content and soft.

“Good,” Sami says sincerely, brushing their lips together again. And Jey resprocates with a sigh of pleasure as they kiss. 

And Sami simply settles sleepily into his arms, they are both aware that they are a sticky mess, they've both got evidence of Jey's pleasure all over them, and Sami's condom has fallen somewhere between them so Sami's release is mixed in too, but too tired and content in their current positions to move and do anything about it.

Jey lazily reaches over and slings the bedsheet over the both of them, for some sort of warmth and dignity, but after what they did...he isn't sure dignity is high on either of their priority list. Besides there was something about the way they were covered in each other. The sticky, but slowly turning crusty mess, feeling both of them on each other, physical evidence of what they had done, like they are continuing marking each other even after. To be surrounded by the distinct smell, of them.

Jey has given himself over completely to Sami and Sami to Jey, marking Jey as his own and Jey accepting Sami as his in return. 

They've just shared something deep and special, and this feeling is nothing like Jey has ever even come close to experiencing before, nor can he find the right words to describe it. All he knows is that they've made love now, being so close - to become one. He's tied to Sami now, forever, he feels like his soul is connected to his, and he finally for the first time in his life feels complete. 

Sami too is exhausted, he's on the verge of falling asleep, so he's unable to analyze the fact that he has just made love to Jey. Jey whom he knows; is the love of his life. With that thought in his head, Sami's breathing slows to falling asleep before he can get the words 'I love you' out. 

Jey watches Sami's sleeping face admiring how beautiful he is and he can't believe he's finally got this man in his arms. 'I love you Sami', he thinks, promising himself that he will say the words out loud to Sami tomorrow. They both deserve that, it doesn't even matter if Sami doesn't say it back to him. All he knows is that he needs Sami to hear those words from him, and that's all he needs for now. In a matter of minutes Jey's breathing starts to match the same rhythm as Sami's chest, and he too is fast asleep.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you liked it! 🩷

[purplesurveys]

1838

Does your middle name begin with letters A-G? Yes.

What is your state’s largest city? That would be the city I live in, and I'd rather not give that out hehe.

Pick your three favourite vegetables. Green beans, broccoli, spinach.

Have you ever broken a movie or game disc? I never, like, bent a disc in half if that's what you mean, but we had a handful that ended up badly scratched over the years.

What colour are your brother’s eyes? Dark brown.

What are you feeling right now? A little sucky since the long Holy Week weekend is over, but I am feeling this weird sense of calm and being recharged for work. It helps that I will no longer be handling the account that's been a pain in my ass effective tomorrow, but how the change will turn out will still remain to be seen.

Do you watch Law & Order: Special Victims Unit? I've never seen it.

How many flights of stairs are in your house? We have two - one leading to the second floor, the other one to the rooftop.

Have you ever played a drinking game? Which ones? I'm not so big on drinking games since I'm a lightweight, but the most memorable one would be the 'game' where we took a shot every time a plane flew over us. We were directly under a flight path so things got rowdy fairly quickly.

Do you often feel excluded? I did in school, but that's where liking wrestling helped me build my character, as silly as it sounds. There were personalities whose personas were being outcasts, and they helped me embrace who I am and what I liked; so that feeling of exclusion was something I was eventually able to get over.

Are you good with managing your finances? I am now. I still have my moments where I get a bit overexcited with my money but for the most part I've been a lot better with saving.

Do you have an accountant? My workplace's HR is my accountant, lol.

Did you ever play Neopets when you were younger? I did, but only the offline games that came with my phone. It was impossible and very expensive to connect to the internet at the time.

Have you ever been to Mexico? Nope.

How many friends do you have on Facebook? Just a little below 700, if I'm not mistaken.

Do you regularly check anyone’s profile online? Just pages related to my interests, like fan accounts for BTS and wrestling; but as for IRL people that I stalk, no.

What is the closest pizza place to your house? There's a Shakey's right beside my subdivision, but I never go there because I never liked their pizza. Too salty and I hate the thin crust.

What age did your mum stop helping you clean your room, if she ever did? When I was around 16-17, as she's a bit of a helicopter parent.

What colour is your toothpaste? Blue green.

Have your parents ever worked in medicine? Nope.

Do you have any silly nicknames or pet names? Not really.

Are you any good at drawing? Not at all.

Is there anything unusual about your house? My mom keeps a collection of chef-themed stuff, like salt & pepper shakers and porcelain figurines (my dad is one). I don't say it's unusual in that I find it weird; but more so because I doubt this is a common type of collection haha.

Can you maintain a text conversation or do you run out of things to say? It depends on who I'm texting.

How old will you be turning in 2020? I turned 22 that year, even though I barely remember a thing from being 22 because pandemic.

Have you ever met anyone with Multiple Personality Disorder? No.

What is your favourite type of cookie? Chocolate chip!

Do you spell things the way I do? (colour, favourite, flavour etc.) Nope.

When was the last time you painted your nails? It's been over five years at the very least, I'm sure.

Do you find it hard to talk to strangers, even people who work in stores? Not really, but it depends on the context too. I'd hesitate to talk to anyone if I find myself in a sketchy part of Manila, for example.

Have you ever tasted goat’s milk? I don't think I have.

Are you a fidgety person? When I'm anxious, yes very.

Did you ever take classes for a musical instrument when you were younger? No, that would be my sister who took both piano and guitar lessons. I was enrolled for classes too, but it had been for swimming and ballet.

Is there anything going on outside your window? No.

When was the last time you congratulated someone? Around a week ago.

Have you ever taken care of a newborn baby? I've been tasked to watch over a newborn baby, but not take care of them altogether. I was also a child and definitely not equipped to be a baby's caretaker haha.

How old were you when you got your ears pierced? A few weeks or months old, I don't know which one is correct.

Do you snore when you sleep? Only when extremely knocked out.

[spoiledswitch]

the mom I just started nannying for is so hot, and she knows it. The first day, she changes out of a classy pantsuit into gym shorts that do more to enhance her ass than cover ut, a loose shirt that the swell of her breasts contour against. She stood confident at 5'7, her warm umber skin, perfect white teeth, and kinky hair I wanted to get my hands snaggged in. She was incredibly fit for a mom, an hourglass figure with hardly a trace of fat to her middle, it residing mostly in her thighs and chest, Things started off as casual, just taking care of her 2 sons and getting them ready for bed. Her husband was often working long hours or even traveling for days at a time. It was just so hard after working long hours by herself, and every woman could use a helping hand, no? A few months later, she asks me to stay an extra hour or 2, just for a little..."performance reflection." She really wanted to know if I enjoyed my time working in their lavish home. I padded up the stairs softly, the boys long since asleep. She apologizes for her husband being away on business again. I don't mind, all she handles most of the communication, and I thank her for her hard work. She's lounging at her vanity, in a cami and those tiny ass shorts again, brushing her hair, than she pauses, as if catching a tangle in those luscious curls.

"Is everything alright?" I rush towards her but not too close, lest she deem me too unprofessional. She groans about a sore spot in between her shoulders and needing to book a massage. I offer a back rub, a little bit of oil, "and you'll be able to rest comfortably, I promise. I'm really good at this kind of thing." I try to keep any desperation out of my voice. Surprisingly, she agrees and takes to the bed, where she lies down. I rub deeply, and damn it, I give in a little. I drag my hands along her smooth back, really press in between her shoulder blades, trying to find the right spots to illicit a sigh. I get that and more, a soft moan escapes from her mouth.

"I hope your husband knows to pamper you like this. You work too hard not to be" Her breath hitches, and my comment must have struck a nerve, because she takes one of my hand and presses it to her breasts, insisting to me this is how her husband pampers her. I all but gasp, hand instinctively squeezing, thumb swiping for her nipple. "I could put his attempts at pampering to shame, but you know that, don't you?"

Whatever she says next goes straight through my head as I notice her opening her goddamn legs for me, just a bit. That's enough for me to give in entirely, flipping her over and pressing my mouth to hers. Her tongue brushes my own in a way that makes me think my past glances over her body weren't that subtle after all. I make my way down her throat, careful not to mark her perfect skin. She slides a hand up my dress, attempting to unhook my bra

"Let me take care for you first," I breathe out and attach my lips to one nipple, feeling it stiffen against my tongue. I all but lose myself in her body, massaging her breasts to chase after that next moan, her next sigh, to make her whine for me. My knee presses against her pussy, and feeling the wetness there makes my clit throb. I do what I've dreamt of most, kissing along her thighs, even sucking a spot to make her impatient. I can't help but groan upon tasting her, slightly salty yet sweet, foreign yet familiar.

I have my fill, swiping up and down her labia, sucking on her clit, swirling my tongue around her throbbing hole. I'm torn between eating her out for my enjoyment and just doing whatever makes her thighs tighten around my head. I slip two fingers inside her, palpating for her G spot. Crooking my fingers just right, she begs "right there,

[rrxnjun]

oh my god thanku really love the date cuz its a national holiday here so every year i'm getting fireworks🤭🩷💗also can i ask when is ur birthday or is that top secret information?👀

oo i'm really glad u were able to keep the idea🥳🥳(but really cuz other wise i might have not found ur page and that is just heartbreaking when i think about it💔)

tbh i'm down if u end up coming just tell me cuz i'm 80% sure i will go🫡 i don't understand why they are not going to vienna like i remember it being so popular for concerts cuz i was so salty about the fact that it's just the neighboring country and they couldn't have come a little bit closer🤣 AHH MAN NOOO THATS SO SAD☹️☹️☹️I HOPE U WILL BE ABLE TO SEE THEM ONE DAY!!!!☹️

U ARE JUST AMAZING FOR THAT!! best tendencies 🤣 yeah i was very shocked as well but i didn't get edits about it luckily cuz i think that would have made me so much more sad🫡 I UNDERSTAND THAT SO MUCH I WAS THE SAME FOR AGOOD WHILE MANS WAS ON MY MIND 24/7 (and still he is very much there although not as much as he used to:/)🤭 IDK I DONT UNDERSTAND WHY THERE ARE BASICALLY NO TREASURE WRITERS HERE??? but i really think u would be an exceptional writer for them👀sooo i'm waiting for a treasure fic if u don't fall out of them ofc (although that is kinda hard to imo) ooo u know i think just a drabble couldn't hurt anyoneeee🤗 THEN IM WAITING FOR UR FIC EVEN MORE🥳

HOOE UR DOING WELL AS WELL!!! and i'm not too sweet u are too sweet!!!!!🩷💘💘 (and sorry again for the very late reply school sucks☹️)

(and i also wanted to ask that should i send u asks on ur other acc if i see something that i would bring up here just so i don't pollute this page anymore than i already did🤣like i just keep bringing up random topics here so sorry)

(liebestraum anon🌷💕💞)

omg thats so cool???? fireworks on your bday every year must be so amazing woah,,,, my bday is not a top secret dw 😌😌 its quite literally in 2 days (apr 16) lmao i feel very old and i also forgot its my bday this sunday so when my mum mentioned it i was like what already???

hhhh i am too!! i am currently actively writing it just so you know<33 if school doesnt kick my ass as hard (which it might bc i have my first final in 10 days LMAO) i think it should be done before summer AHAHA

have fun if you end up going!!! i had a talk w everyrone and came to the conclusion that i just cant go this year so thats :// maybe next year.... manifesting vienna fr that way i could be home the same day if i tried hard enough. VIENNA USED TO BE SO POPULAR W CONCERTS i swear every pop punk band and their mothers back in the day had a concert there. what happened im gen so confused i keep searching for it on every tour but nowadays no one goes there

you know the song TV by billie eilish??? thOSE edits make me so heartbroken. like 'dont know where you are right now, did you see me on TV?' bitch stop puting mashidam onto those lyrics i will have a full on meltdown. but anyways my man jihoon is still on my mind 24/7 and its gotten even worse man i need serious help i think. somebody call an exorcist. and stop supporting that drabble i will nOT write it (i am trying really hard to contain myself rn)

school sucks and it should be cancelled. >:(( i hope youre doing well i enjoyed hearing from you,, hope life treats you good in the next couple of days!!! mwah

also you can send asks whenever you want!! honestly this is my space and i dont mind clogging the dash djfkdlj if anyone minds these they can just block the tag, they curate their own tumblr experience :p but if you ever wanna send anything to mosviqu or my other blogs i honestly welcome you everywhere!!!

[for-a-home-that-once-was]

My personal highlights of Avantasia’s Berlin gig on April 3rd 2019

Sascha and Oliver being a goddamn cuties and coming to say hi to the fans before the concert

Me finally getting to the first row!!!!!!!

Tobi all active on stage and looking well rested

Out of all three times that I’ve seen Tobi, this time his vocals sounded the best

Tobi’s, Ronnie’s, Eric’s, Herbie’s and Adrienne’s stage outfits ♥♥♥

Adrienne’s growling during the Book of shallows 

Tobi’s posing fot the photographer every time he’d come to my side. Gods bless the photographer choosing our side. I totally enjoyed seeing Tobi doing all sorts of poses.

Tobi smiling so much throughout the whole concert and laughing at stupid jokes and things. (this made me feel all sorts of good things)

Tobi’s dance moves. They never get old, no matter how many times I’ve seen them

Tobi and his mic stand

Tobi making eye contacts with me every time he’d come to my side.

Bob noticing me. Can’t remember which song it was, but I was like singing along n stuff and he was like “Oh hello darling!”. I smiled or smth, I can’t remember now and then he was like “I like this girl”. And I pretty much died

Tobi and Eric singing Maniac.

Eric just being himself

INVINCIBLE with Geoff Tate. He killed the song and I was basically crying

During Farewell (I think), Tobi was at my side and I showing a heart and he noticed it, pointed at me and sang to me for like a minute or so. I can’t get over this and I thought my heart will explode

Mystery of a blood red rose and Tobi playing with a crowd, that was fun

Every time Sascha would come to my side he’d smile at me.

Sascha throwing me his guitar pick (and me catching it) in the very end of a concert

After a concert meeting Ronnie and getting at least an autograph.

Also meeting Eric and having a picture with him, his autograph and hugging him. Also he stayed a bit to talk to the rest of us waiting. He was so cute and funny omggg.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Ikkaku felt no offense at Brook's assumptions. Everyone assumed things about each other, and half the time they ended up being wrong. That was just the way life was. She'd made a few assumptions about Brook that ended up being off the mark, so why shouldn't he?

She had to smile when Brook mentioned that he could comfortably stretch. The engineer could only imagine how difficult it must be going through life being so tall. "This ship was built by an inventor in the North Blue, and we're lucky he made everything so big. Otherwise, poor Jean Bart would be miserable." The former slave had been genuinely concerned he wouldn't fit on the Tang when he'd first seen it, resigned to continue to crawl on his hands and knees like he'd been forced to under the boot of the Celestial Dragons. Ikkaku could still remember the joy on his grim face when he'd realized the doors and corridors were indeed big enough for him to be comfortable and stand tall.

Another thing the Hearts owed Straw Hat for, now that she thought about it. Sure, Law had ultimately freed him, but Straw Hat had been the one to punch Saint Rosward. That had set off the chain of events that freed their now-shipmate. Seemed that the two crews really were destined to be friends, much as the word bugged Law.

"You guys deserve a break, too. You've been through a lot, considering how you and your captain managed to catch the wrath of Big Mom before you even set foot on Wano. She and Kaido might be gone, but with Straw Hat being a Yonko now, you're all going to have a big-ass target on your backs. Better get in that R&R now while you can," she cautioned. Really, she felt a little sorry for them, even if she was still a bit salty that Law hadn't been declared a Yonko. Of course Straw Hat deserved the title for what he did, but Law, and even Kid, should have gotten it too. Certainly more than that creepy clown Buggy. Old Ones, if she ever saw that red-nosed freak...

Ah well. Nothing for it. Better to focus on what she could do something about currently, which what fixing the musician's afro. Pleased with Brook's gentlemanly gesture, she took advantage of the freedom her hands had to snatch an onigiri herself, sticking her tongue out at Clione when he grumbled about her and Brook pilfering the rice balls.

"Yeah, I can totally check your hair for any burnt spots," she replied, looking at his hair sympathetically. "Trust me, with my job, I've had to deal with that kind of thing myself. A few of the guys sometimes ask me why I don't just chop it all off for practicality. But it's part of my identity, you know? It's important to me as a person." She paused for a moment, taking a bite of her onigiri and chewing as she thought. Then she said, "I'm gonna make an assumption here and guess you've got a similar reason for why you don't go for short hair yourself."

"Yohoho! Is that so? I am sorry for assuming!" The skeleton chuckled. "It is pleasing to know that someone has gone through the same thing as myself! ...Uh, hair-wise." He added.

Brook obediently followed Ikkaku through the metallic corridors. Looking around he noted that he didn't have to bend once to get into doorframes or fit into a hallway. "Hoya! What a pleasant surprise. Your lovely ship is big enough for me to stretch! That is truly rare." Many other ships he has been to would force the tall musician to constantly remain in the bent position. He didn't complain about it, but it was definitely a killer on his backbone.

The old pirate took the ingredients from Ikkaku in a gentlemanly gesture. He wouldn't allow a lady to carry all the stuff on her own, especially since she was doing him a favor. Brook beamed and waved at the two other men in the kitchen, before redirecting his attention towards the beautiful mechanic again. "Yohohoho! I would imagine! And no offense taken! Trao-san seemed very frustrated with Luffy-san a lot of times. Not that I can blame him, he was so very meticulous about his super important plans of revenge and our captain turned things upside down every step of the way." Brook nodded with an understanding look.

"Himself and your crew definitely deserve a huge break! You've been through so much and had to manage without your captain for months! It must have been tough." The skeleton assumed, handing the ingredients to the mechanic one by one. "Oh, well, and the whole Onigashima fight as well. Everyone must be awfully exhausted!" Brook as usual thought more about the plights of others than himself. He could use a break as well, considering that he was on the team that happened to fight one yonko right after another.

With his hand, trained for a quick draw, the musician snuck an onigiri from the big pile that the other Heart Pirates were making and bit into it. "Nom... Pardon for the additional request, but when you put the mask on, could you perhaps check for any burnt patches for me, Ikkaku-san? I've been worried about those ever since I was attacked by Prometheus the first time."

[backpocketkazoo]

🌼Honeybee [Cagney Carnation x Reader]🌼

[Summary: When your absent father comes back from the casino in crippling debt it is up to you, his adult child to dig him out of his own grave. Seriously, screw him.]

[Word count: 1,587]

[angst w/ a happy ending; hurt/comfort]

Story can also be found here on Ao3.

Context: (Y/n) is a journalist, writing their own newspaper rather than continuing the family fishing business. It's finally starting to kick off then ding dong! Guess who's back and ready to make their life a living hell!] i wrote this so long ago but every time i read it i go insane

🌼🌱🌼🌱🌼🌱🌼

It was an oven even at 8 in the morning, even with the sea's salty breeze leaving kisses on my cheeks, even with being drenched in sweat. I'm so greasy I'm surprised I haven't started frying yet. I collapsed in my pathetic, wooden rowboat; groaning in exasperation. The waves gently rock my boat, almost pitying me. "God, why me of all people have to end up like this? What exactly have I done to deserve this? Being born?", I scoffed and closed my eyes; head resting on my folded arms.

My semi-peacefulness was interrupted by the voice I least wanted to hear.

"(Y/N)!! I'm back!! You best not've slacked off!", my dad yells from back on shore. I groaned and called back, then heard loud slam of the front door. I sigh and roll my eyes. I sat back up and grab the sun-bleached wooden oars. I held onto them tight enough to make my knuckles turn white. With that I hauled me and the fish back to the pier.

I tied the boat to its post and struggled as I heaved the fishing net (fish and all) onto the pier. I put a foot onto the dock as extra leverage. Geez, who woulda thought fish would weigh so damn much? I dropped the net onto a tarp I previously sat out, and finally climbed onto the dock myself. I wobbled about on my two feet, not used to the stability of land.

Once regaining my land legs, I tug on the end of the tarp, dragging it to the fishes's final resting place. I lead them to a large metal tub, it had been sitting out in the sun. It was probably hot enough to fry an egg, let alone a fish.

I dumped the fish into the tub and watched as they pathetically flopped about. I shivered and the stench alone was enough to make me gag. I sigh and wipe my sweaty brow with the back of my hand. God, glad that's over with.

I'm still immensely pissed that I have to pay off my father's debt. I have to fish to pay it off at that. AND I haven't been associated with the bastard since he left! Then whenever his irresponsible ass gets into trouble he comes crawling back and forces me to do his dirty work! And why am I complying??

I guess I'm scared.

What if he takes the house back?

What will happen after that? Where will I go?? I shakily sigh, anxiety curdling in my stomach like spoiled milk. I stroll over to my little garden, it wasn't much but I loved it. I put my whole heart into making sure each leaf, each petal, didn't go untended to. I squatted down closer to the flower's height. "Just when things were starting to get good, lil buddy."

"(Y/n)..?" My head snapped and I jolted at the voice, partially fearing it was my deadbeat dad. My racing heart calmed a bit when I saw the familiar face of my friend. I give a weak smile towards Cagney. "What're you doing? I just saw you fishing,, you��despise fishing. W-what's goin' on?"

"Ohh—" I scratch the back of my neck, I could feel the sweat get scraped up under my nails. "About thaatt.." I fumbled with my words. "Dear Ol' Dad's back from gambling his life away, and making it his eldest (and only) kin's responsibility...hehrng.."

I could feel the vibe change from perplexity to something more anger filled. I could feel it in the air, see it in his facial expression, and hear it in the tone of his voice. "Is that so..." His voice softens in the next line, "Do you need any help?" Cagney's voice was filled with concern.

"Nah,, it's okay. I just finished anyways. Thank you though, Cagney. It's sweet of you to offer."

The day carried on like it would if my absent father wasn't present. As soon as he got home he passed out on the couch. I would like to also mention how much of a wreck the house had gotten since he came back. Granted I wasn't the most tidy person, but this was outrageous.

I had managed to clean up a bit while he was sleeping because god, I couldn't stand it. Later on, I went back to tending to my garden. It was the typical time I would normally take care of them, and I'm used to the routine. I had almost forgotten how my life was currently in shambles.

Almost.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N) WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" I jumped and saw dad pointing towards the silver tub of fish, just beyond yonder.

"T-the fish from today??" What the hell was his damage? I did what he demanded.

"YOU DIDN'T CATCH NEARLY ENOUGH, WHAT? DO YOU REALLY THINK THIS IS GONNA MAKE ENOUGH TO PAY OFF MY DEBT? DO YOU REALLY WANT ME TO LOSE MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL? HUH, (Y/N)?" He interrogated me. He was degrading me, trying to guilt trip me. Playing the victim card, but even the devil himself knew he was god awful at card games.

I stood up. I was pissed.

"And you're acting like I care. You're acting like you haven't been gone for the past SEVEN years of my life. Sorry I don't care about the stupid family business. Sorry YOU screwed over YOUR life. Not mine, YOURS. If you want something done right, do it yourself. It's not my goddamn problem."

"What did ya just say to me?", his voice was low and dangerous. It was arsenic and I was merely foxglove.

"You heard them!", a voice backs me up. My eyes widen and I turn around, almost forgetting how angry I was. I look up and see Cagney looking almost as pissed as I am. Wonder how much he heard.

"And who might YOU be?"

Before I could say anything Cagney spoke, "Cagney Carnation, whatzzittoya?" He growled.

"He's a friend of mine—", I quickly explained. Not that it mattered, neither were paying attention. They were too busy glaring daggers at each other.

"I think this pansy needs to say out of other peoples business, don'tcha think?" I was getting murderous intent from Cagney. I grabbed his hand in attempt to tell him 'don't'. Being honest, it's a bit difficult to actually grab Cagney's hand. Mine was far too small to wrap around his, but it was still effective, methinks.

"I believe the well-being of my friend IS my business. And that you, as a father, should NOT be forcing your adult child to get you out of the grave you dug."

"I believe you should get off my property." I absolutely hated being caught in the middle of this.

"No Drew, you forfeit this place as soon as you were 6 feet under. And I suggest you get off MY property before you start poppin' up daisies."

He tried to retaliate but I didn't let him, "Leave. Now." His blood boiled and he marched up to me. I prepared for the worst. He looked to have hesitated, as he kicked the dirt ground in front of me and hastily left, muttering curses under his breath. The two of us watched him until he was a mere speck.

The adrenaline wore off and my heart dropped to my stomach. The reality hit me like a freight train. "Oh my god." Was all I could squeak out. I was at a loss for words. And like that, hot tears poured from the faucets of my eyes. I fell to my knees, I had never felt so weak before. My silent tears turned into choked sobs. I tightly grip onto my trousers. My head hung low and I violently shook. The raw emotion was too much for my small, restless form to handle. What the fuck had I done?

Cagney instantly panicked. He was never too good at handling other's emotions, let alone his own. Nevertheless, his sunshine needed him. He carefully scooped me up, sweetly shushing me as he did so. "Cmon doll, let's get you inside." He carried me inside and set me on the couch, he grabbed some nearby blankets and wrapped me in them. My sobs were hiccups at this point and I was gasping for air. Cagney grabbed my hand and rubbed it while going through some breathing exercises.

I clung tightly to him, not quite like a moth to a flame. This was sweet and comforting, something I needed. Perhaps a better example would be a bee to a flower. I mean he is a flower after all, maybe I can be his honeybee.

"I hate seeing you upset," he murmured.

"I know this all sucks.. but it'll be okay, especially since I have you, Cagney." My drained eyes were fighting the weight of sleep, but I still look up at Cagney, eyes with a glint of melancholy, and give him a bittersweet smile. "Promise I'll always have you?"

"Promise." Cagney squirmed a bit, not that he didn't mean his words. He meant everything, just as you mean everything to him. But you make him feel things like he hadn't before. You make his stomach flutter at your touch. Your smile. Your laughter. He felt so vulnerable around you. He wasn't sure how you got it, but you stole the key to his heart. His hold on you tightened, and by this point you had succumbed to sweet sleep.

[pangzi]

Salty Ask List, 19.

What is the one thing you hate most about the fandom? go offfffff

Rin i love youuuuuu!!!

The thing I hate most about the fandom is easily how people treat Pangzi. I don't even know where to start explaining this to be fucking honest! There's SO. MUCH. I could write a whole essay on this. I’ve mentioned most of this before too but things haven’t really gotten better so...

The thing annoying me the most lately is the constant "*insert pangzi ship*'s friendship is sooo important to me" posts and remarks. Like no it isn't, you don't give a fuck about friendship you just don't ship them because you don't think Pangzi is shippable but cannot admit that? I literally see nobody mention friendship ever unless it's about a Pangzi ship? Everyone here will ship every single young skinny pretty character with any other character they just take a breath around, but Pangzi can quite literally confess his love to someone, kiss them, marry them and have sex with them On Screen and this entire fandom would still go: "their friendship is So Important to me :( just two Very Good Friends, only friendship going on here" besides why are you all out here pretending you can't have a good friendship with your significant other what the hell. Isn't it the dream to date your best friend?? I-... Like yeah Pangzi has very important and significant friendships and relationships but it's getting VERY transparent when the only time everyone goes 'FRIENDSHIP IS IMPORTANT AND JUST AS IMPORTANT AS ROMANCE' when it's about Pangzi.

The fact that people don't see him as desirable or shippable is also very obvious by how many fics I've already had to see where Pangzi is just a second choice. Characters date him but only because their first choice is dating someone else. It's so disgusting and he deserves so much better.

Everyone also goes out of their way to deny that the reason why they don't ship Pangzi with any of the characters is just fatphobia and him not being attractive enough for them to ever imagine anyone being in love with him. I've seen such ridiculous reasonings why people don't ship iron triangle ot3 for example, the reason being "pangzi liked piaopiao and yuncai and is therefore clearly a straight man" babygirl bisexual people exist and i've never seen a character more bisexual than wang pangzi.

Another thing I absolutely hate is how you will all ignore the one thing Pangzi is all about, which is being with the iron triangle, putting them first and always choosing them above everything (wu xie didn't give that fucking whole ass speech abt pangzi never leaving his side for nothing) and instead just going 'uhhh uuhhh yeah pangzi isn't here because uhhh he left us for reasons' so you don't have to deal with him when writing about your other little ships. (Suddenly the friendship isn't so important anymore huh...)

Also making Pangzi asexual so they can pretend their fic is iron triangle ot3 or even ot4, but this way we don't have to pretend characters think he's desirable or worthy of sleeping with and we can leave him out of the smut because he's ace and ace people don't have sex or can be sexy, right? Like I absolutely adore ace!pangzi hcs but jesus fuck once again TRANSPARENT AS FUCK and uh a bit aphobic if i may say so

Or people just solely focusing on moments where Pangzi messes up. If I have to read one more post describing the characters and it describes Pangzi as the one always getting them in trouble and clumsy and stupid I'm gonna stab myself in the eye, you're describing Wu Xie, not Pangzi. So many of you only see him as the silly fat man but he's so so so so so much more? He's so good at his job, he clocks danger early on so many times but everyone just ignores it (in ultimate note alone it happens several times in a few episodes), he's strong, an amazing fighter, he's smart, caring, funny, kind, loyal,... But it gets ignored because all everyone sees is 'funny fat man who also sometimes triggers a trap'

[0dotexe]

Every 6 months or so, I get a cortisone shot (I call it my butt shot) right in my ass && it helps me not feel like I'm being atomized from the inside. Today I got that shot again.

Now that it's kicked in, I have a hell of a lot more spoons to talk about the ordeal.

Before getting the proverbial butt shot, I enter this state of "what's wrong with me" limbo, where a lot of symptoms are happening all at once. Fatigue so bad I either sleep for 12-16 hours or stay up all night no in-between, clinical/seasonal depression, achy and poppy joints, stiffness of said joints, I crave specific foods (primarily sweet or salty foods), said foods flare up my IBS and make me nauseous/diarrheic. For a while, every morning is dramamine and tylenol until it reaches critical mass, where if I don't have a heating pad on me at all times I feel like my joints are being pulled apart slowly, agonizingly, in the wrong directions. It's at its worst on my right hip, where the joint is misaligned that several doctors have told me I need to get realignment surgery. Hence the name, butt shot.

Then, I get the shot. Mind you I swear these shots didn't hurt as bad first thing like 4 years ago. Maybe the dose here is just more powerful or my ass is more sensitive; I dunno. But anyways, the shot hurts for like 10 minutes then my body circulates the cortisone and I start to feel instantly better. It feels like the colour rushes back to my face, my joints don't creak and pop harshly, and like 90% of the symptoms disappear for 3-6 months, then the cycle repeats itself.

Next time I need to get this shot, I'm gonna to do a blood test before && after getting the cortisone shot because I suspect I have something called Addison's disease or hypocorticoidism. I'm not gonna say I have it but I can't doubt that there's something definitely wrong with my hormones. I'm mainly writing this to remind myself when the time comes, but I need to test my sodium, potassium, cortisol levels, && also have a test called adrenocorticotropic hormone (ACTH). Also really need to figure out what my blood type is because not knowing it off the top of my head at this point is asking for trouble.

I'm standing in front of the long road of diagnosis once again. But it'll be worth it to feel just even a little bit better. Being eligible for social security will definitely help, so long as Mexico isn't weird about a 27 y/o cripple. I'll write about it if it does happen, but so far everyone just treats me nicely because I can tell their understanding of autism is more "this person is mentally challenged, do not provoke" than anything else.

Like a blind friend of mine said on Facebook, "The expectations for people with disabilities in Mexico are very low. Or they expect you to just get over it and act like nothing is wrong. Accessibility is a very new thing to Hispanic culture [and living with a] disability in Mexico pretty much means you're a beggar or a shut-in with family." The latter is unfortunately my truth, it's not intentional, but it is something that does affect me ever so slightly.

Anyways, I've gone on long enough and I have some new skeins of yarn to roll into balls.

⬖.Exe

[xxbangchansidedishxx]

Needy- I.N X Hyunjin

Plot: I.N is curious and opens a fanfiction about him and his best friend. This leads to him getting very flustered and fucking himself... but what happens when Hyunjin overhears?

Jeongin:

Jeongin lay in bed, everything was quiet. Just peaceful. But for some reason no matter how hard he tried he could not fall asleep. The silence around him was interrupted when he heard a loud ping come from his phone. Well since he is already awake he might as well check what it is. After unlocking his phone he comes to see that it's a new post from a tumblr account he follows. Jeongin was no stranger to tumblr, ever since he became an idol he was always interested in what fans had to say about him, so much so that he decided to make undercover social media accounts. But this time the post seemed different, he was greeted with a long page of writing and a title that read ' I.N X Hyunjin fanfiction' . Of course he had heard of fanfiction but he never actually read any. His curiosity got the better of him and his tired eyes began to scan the words on the page, his cheeks flushing red.

The story:

Hyunjin's tongue swirled around the youngers nipple, earning soft whimpers and moans. This only encouraged him more. His hips began to grind against the maknae's clearly hard cock, the friction making him squirm and beg for more.

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Jeongin:

As story I.N was getting topped by his best friend he could feel his own cock growing. Of course he had thought about this happening. I mean who couldn't? Hyunjin was undeniably attractive, his long soft hair, his sweet voice and plump lips. Everything about him draws you in. But nothing could happen. It's his best friend, he shouldn't be thinking this way. The younger boys imagination was going wild with thoughts of the older man teasing him and making him beg for more, that's when he realised how uncomfortably tight his boxers were. This is so embarrassing. He thought to himself. He had never gotten himself off before. He felt too shameful to even touch himself, even more so now that it was his own best friend making him feel these things.

Soft whimpers left desperate lips as he grinded his erection into his mattress. Ugh fuck it. He couldn't take this anymore. He kicked the restrictive material off and grabbed his sensitive cock that was slick with pre cum. Slowly he moved his hand up and down gasping at the new sensation, he trailed a hand up his chest to toy with his nipples, thoughts about Hyunjin getting dirtier and dirtier by the second. The walls are so thin but he's struggling to keep quiet. He bites onto his pillow desperately trying to muffle the noises that were leaving his mouth.

As hard as he tried to keep the noise down Hyunjin had already heard everything. He lay in his bed next door with his own cock growing hard. He imagined the younger right next door to him with his head thrown back in pleasure. His chest rising heavily and his lips parted and tinted red from biting them so hard to hold back moans. What could have even gotten him so worked up at this time anyway? Then Hyunjin realised. They had spoke about this not so long ago. I.N had never even touched himself before. The week prior the two had been playing never have I ever and they found out that the maknae was even more innocent than they had thought.

This turned the older man on even more. The fact that just next door his best friend is touching himself for the first time. All these new thoughts and feelings rushing through his head.

At this point his cock was achingly hard.

"Ugh mm fuck H-Hyunjinnie."

What was that? Did he seriously moan my name? The man thought to himself.

He couldn't take this anymore. Quietly he made his way to Jeongin's room.

Through a crack in his slightly open door he could see him. His widened eyes fixed on the youngers leaking cock, then to his flushed face with dark hair tossled and stuck to his forehead with sweat. Taking a deep breath he stepped into his room, that's when he noticed him.

But what makes it even worse is that when he opened his eyes a moan of the elders name left his lips.

His face turned crimson with embarrassment before he jumped under his covers trying to hide his exposed body.

"Hyunjin what the fuck!" He yelped in surprise.

The elder just smirked and sat on the edge of his bed.

"What were you doing hm Innie?" His soft voice taunted.

"Isn't it obvious what I was doing?" The younger whined.

"Rather, yes. But I want you to say it with your words Innie."

He smirked as he saw the boy get even redder.

His reply came as a weak whisper.

"I- I was touching myself."

"What were you thinking of?"

Jeongin buried his head in his pillow.

"I was thinking of you"

Hyunjin didn't need to hear anymore.

In one quick motion he took the cover of the shy man causing him to Yelp.

"Ssh baby, I'm gonna help you with your little problem."

He shuddered and bit his lip in anticipation as Hyunjin attached his plump lips to the Youngers sensitive neck leaving soft kisses along the skin.

After a while he began to attack his sweet spot making him pant uncontrollably.

"P-please Hyunjin."

"Patience baby."

Moving down to his chest, Hyunjin trailed bright red hickys leading to his hard nipples before taking one into his mouth and lapping his tongue around the sensitive bud.

Pornographic noises filled the room. Whining, panting, the sound of the elders wet lips hungrily sucking at the youngers nipples.

Gripping the sheets beneath him for some sort of composure Jeongin whined out.

"H-Hyunjin please."

He was too embarrassed to finish his sentence.

"Please what baby?."

Hyunjin looked up at the boy with lust filled eyes.

"Please touch my cock Hyunjinnie."

His face flushed red once again as Hyunjin chuckled and made his way lower down.

Slowly licking across his tip tasting the saltiness and rolling his tongue around it, savouring every whimper that came from the youngers body. At this rate he was going to cum untouched, the noises coming from the man beneath him were almost too much to handle. Trailing hands down to his own cock he began to stoke it at an almost painfully slow pace. Tears left his dark eyes as he took the rest of the boys cock down his throat gagging slightly as it choked him. He began to whimper around his cock in delight as the boy began to buck his hips signalling that he was close.

Just as his cock began to twitch in the elders mouth he pulled off with a loud pop.

"Ugh Jinnie f- what I-" I.N complained between pants.

Hyunjin just chuckled.

"Turn around baby. This will feel even better. Trust me."

Jeongin did as he was told and got onto his hands and knees, arching his back.

His cheeks flushed red as he felt his best friend spread his ass apart admiring his tight hole.

He forced his fingers into the bottoms mouth to cover them with salava before rubbing two slowly against his entrance.

"Have you ever had anything in here before baby boy?"

He asked although he already knew the answer.

He timidly shook his head replying no.

Carefully to not hurt him Hyunjin scissored two fingers slowly into his hole, stretching him out as the boy moaned in pain and pleasure beneath him.

"Does it feel good baby?" He purred, thrusting his fingers at an angle that caused the boy to cry out.

"Hmmm so good Jinnie n-need more."

Hyunjin spat into his own hand and began to stroke his cock, covering it in the slick substance.

Teasingly he rubbed against the entrance before pushing in slowly moaning out at the tightness that surrounded him.

Jeongin whimpered at the size of his best friends cock, the feeling of being filled up made him feel like he was on cloud nine.

His thrusts started slow and steady.

He knew he had to take it easy on him as it was his first time but it took every bone in his body to not just slam into him without any mercy.

"You are taking my cock so well baby. Fuck, feels so good in your tight little ass."

The praise just made Jeongin need more. He grinded his hips down to meet Hyunjin's cock at a faster pace.

"Awe cute, my baby is so needy for daddy's cock."

He picked up the speed wrapping a hand around the younger boys neck as he repeatedly slapped into his prostate.

"Mm f-fuck h-Hyunjin, so good mmh."

He couldn't compose himself anymore.

Profanities left his parted lips as he felt himself reaching his high.

He clenched tightly around the long haired mans cock before releasing with a strangled cry.

The pressure around his cock caused Hyunjin to release inside of the younger man, slowly pulling out as he admired his cum leaking out of the maknae's tight little ass.

The two collapsed panting and whimpering, trying to catch their breath back.

"That was amazing." I.N giggled.

Nuzzling his head against the crook of his best friends neck.

"I never knew our innocent Innie was such a whore in bed!." Hyunjin whispered seductively causing I.N to blush for the hundredth time that night.

"Hey! You are the one that corrupted me."

"Actually if you forgot. You were the one moaning my name and jerking themself off." Hyunjin laughed as a look of horror spread across Jeongin's face.

"I'm tired. Let's sleep idiot."

"Okay whatever you say Innie."

Hyunjin pulled the cover over them before kissing I.N softly on the head.

"Goodnight Innie, I love you."

He whispered. Not long after the two fell asleep in each others embrace.