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[justwearthegoddamncardigan]

Hello:)

so I was looking thru ur pinned post and saw that u wrote for Harry Potter and was wondering if you would do a fic for George Weasley? ( fem reader pls) but basically, I was just kind of thinking of an introverted Gryffindor who loves books and George meets them and they both (very obvious to others) have a crush on each other? Maybe George just asks them for book recs even tho he had no interest in reading before just so he can find a way to talk to the reader? I know you have a lot of fics in the making so take ur time please<3

A HP REQUEST?? This is amazing I'm so excited to be branching out from maze runner again, and I absolutely love this request it's super cute ❤❤. Ty for being so kind and sweet as well :)

Umm :D So I wrote the above ^^^ response as soon as the request came in and now... IT'S BEEN TWO MONTHS IM SO SORRY ANON!! Hope you're still out there to read 😭

It's a love story

George Weasley x fem!reader

I am not British *thumbs up in australian* so prepare either for out-of-place non-british dialogue or cringe attempts to fit into the universe. idk which one it's gonna be so I guess we'll find out

3.1k words

Warnings: language (swearing)

You turn the corner and register a flash of red hair before colliding hard with a body.

"Shit!"

You groan as you sit up, staring around to see your books have been knocked out of your arms and onto the floor.

"Fuck, sorry, listen I've gotta-"

"Weasley!"

You turn in surprise as Filch marches down the corridor, fist raised with an expression of rage on his face.

"Shit," you whisper.

"Yeah," says the person who knocked you over, who you've now found is none other than George Weasley. Of course, the guy you've kinda sorta maybe liked for years is only talking to you after literally bowling you over.

"Here." He points his wand and charms all your books into little palm-sized rectangles, before gathering them up and stuffing them in his pockets. "We've gotta go."

"Where?" you stare around the empty corridor, unable to find a decent hiding spot.

"Follow me." George leads you over to a dusty-looking tapestry and ducks behind it.

"What the-"

"Come on!" he reaches out and grabs your hand, tugging you in.

You stumble through the gap between the tapestry and the wall, practically falling into George's chest.

"Sorry," you mutter, and you're glad it's dark because you can feel your face blushing like crazy.

"I know you're 'round 'ere, Weasley," you hear Filch snarl from outside.

You hear him muttering to himself as his footsteps eventually recede, and you let out a breath. "He's gone."

You turn to push through the tapestry to get out, only to be met with a thin slab of solid stone. "What-"

George winces. "Yeah, once you get in here it closes for about half an hour."

"Half an hour?" you repeat incredulously.

You can barely see his nod in the dark. "I mean, one of them closes for two hours once you get in, so half isn't too bad."

There's beat of silence, before, "Lumos."

The tip of George's wand lights up, illuminating the small space. "Oh, it's you," he says, seemingly on instinct the moment the light appears.

"Pardon?"

He seems to catch himself, shaking his head. "Nevermind, just- Here, sit down."

You sit down on the floor with your legs crossed, heart skipping a beat as your knee brushes against his in the cramped space.

"We're in the same Transfiguration class, aren't we?" asks George.

"Yeah." You're pleasantly surprised by that. You tend to be pretty quiet in class, mostly keeping to yourself.

"You're always the first person to get a new transfiguration successfully. Bird to glass on the first try, right?"

"I- yes," you say, warming at the recognition of the hard work you've always put into Transfiguration.

He nods. "Took me the whole lesson to get that one right. Hey, I never caught your name in class?"

"It's L/n," you say. "Y/n L/n."

"Good to meet ya, Y/n," he grins. "I'm George."

"I know," you can't help but say, smiling slightly.

"Oh, your books." George empties his pockets of your miniaturised books. "Engorgio." He waves his wand over them, changing them back to their normal size.

"Thanks," you say, pulling them towards you and stacking them up.

"You read a lot?"

You smile to yourself, picturing the dozens of books you go through in a term. "Just a bit."

"Sure," says George, eyeing the four novels sitting in front of you now.

Before long, you reach out and push against the tapestry, finding it to be cloth again instead of stone.

"Time to go?" George stands and pushes through, and you follow him into the corridor.

"Finally," you say, stretching before grabbing your books.

"Sorry about earlier," says George with a sheepish smile. "And for trapping you for half an hour."

You shake your head. "It's okay."

He grins at you. "Alright then, see you 'round, Y/n."

You stand still, rooted to the ground as he leaves, waving behind him, and something in you clicks. Oh shit.

⭒----⭒

Any thoughts about George a put aside for the night when you settle down with your book.

The common room late at night is your happy place. Most people are sleeping in the dorms, save for a couple 6th years finishing their assignments.

You tune out their little whisperings as you sit beside the crackling fire, and you can just pretend you're alone in the common room, getting lost in your book.

Before long, you're actually alone, with the remaining people all retreating to their dorms - except for one that you haven't noticed.

George is sitting across the room, barely paying attention to the essay he's meant to be editing. Every so often, he glances up at you without you noticing.

After years of sharing the same Transfig class, something about you has piqued George's interest, though he's always tried to mark it down as pure curiosity.

He can't believe it's taken literally knocking you to the ground to get your attention, and he doesn't understand how he hadn't properly met you before earlier that day. But now, he can't seem to resist the strange pull you have on him.

Get yourself together, you've only met once, idiot. George frowns as he silently berates himself, but he can't help but watch as you repeatedly flick away a strand of hair that keeps falling into your eyes.

Fuck it. Go talk to her.

George stands abruptly, nearly knocking over a goblet in the process.

You, the oblivious centre of all his thoughts for the past few hours, are still just sitting beside the fire, reading your book.

"Hey."

You jerk slightly in surprise, grabbing your book as it starts sliding out of your lap.

"Um, hi. What's up?" you manage to say coolly.

George blanks. He hadn't exactly come in with a plan. He glances down at the assignment he'd been working on; good enough. "Did you finish that work Flitwick gave us?"

"I haven't yet," you say slowly, slightly confused as to why he's here. "I've just gotta write a conclusion and edit the rest."

"I haven't got a clue how to write the damn conclusion," says George, flopping down beside you and complaining about the rigid essay structure.

You realise as he's talking that it's strangely intimate. Earlier, you'd been sitting on the floor with your back leaning on a couch and your knees up, braced against the coffee table.

Now, you're both wedged between said couch and table, and despite the generous space between the two of you, you feel oddly close to him.

"Can I read yours?" he asks, pointing to where your assignment has been sitting since you gave up and decided to just read your book.

"Sure," you say, sliding it to him.

He leans against the couch as he skims your work, fingers tapping absent-mindedly.

"God you write like a professor, Y/n," comments George. "...the fuck are all these words- incandescence?"

"I... read a little," you say with a little smile, cheeks warming at the way your name sounds in his mouth.

He glances up at you. "This is brilliant. So you've just got the conclusion to do?"

You nod, taking back the assignment as he pushes it to you.

You end up staying up way longer than you'd intended, talking to George as the conversation topic quickly strays away from any Charms essays.

By the time you go to your dorms, you haven't even finished your conclusion.

⭒----⭒

"Mate, you're not nearly as subtle as you think you are," says Fred, elbowing his brother.

George elbows him right back. "What're you on about?"

"The staring," says Fred, grin teasing. "It's getting embarrassing. If whatever little crush you've now got starts affecting my reputation, we're gonna have to have a chat about this twin thing."

George rolls his eyes. "Git."

"So..." Fred drags out the word. "Who is it then?"

He jerks his chin towards the group of girls on the other side of the Gryffindor breakfast table, where George had been conspicuously staring at you all morning.

"The one on the left - Y/L/N, she's in our Transfig class."

"Oh!" says Fred, eyes lighting up in understanding. "Oh she's great, I did a project with her once. Quiet type, bookish. Fun, though. Pretty, too," he adds, raising an eyebrow at George.

"Shut it," retorts George. "What should I do then?"

"I don't fuckin' know Georgie, just go talk to her. Ask for book recommendations or something."

"That's... actually a decent idea."

" 'course it is," says Fred. "Anything to get you guys together as fast as possible so I don't have to deal with your lovesick horsecrap."

⭒----⭒

A Quidditch game has just finished (Gryffindor victory, of course), and you're avoiding the inevitable party in the common room. You can enjoy parties on a good day, but you're just not feeling it right now.

So you're in the library, wandering around as you wait for dinner.

"Y/n!" You turn to see George doing a weird half-run toward you, not wanting to be yelled at for running in the library.

"Oh, George. Hey."

"I figured you'd be in here," he says.

"You figured...?"

"Well," he raises an eyebrow at you. "Since you read a little."

You huff out a soft laugh, shaking your head. "So why were you looking for me?"

You try to listen as he speaks, but you're immediately distracted by just about everything about him.

His cheeks are flushed red, probably cause he just transitioned from the cold outside to the heated library, and his hair is windswept and slightly wet from melted snowflakes.

He's gotten rid of his Quidditch gear, but it's strange to see him in just the casual clothes students usually wear in the dorms and common room again.

And he's still speaking. Pay attention, Y/n.

"Anyways, I just wanted to find you, cause you know, hobbies... and literature, are really... important. And the Christmas holidays are coming up. So I just wanted to ask if you had any recommendations."

You frown slightly as you remember it's only the start of November, and he barrels on, almost seeming nervous.

"For books, I mean. To read, over the holidays. I don't, uh- come in here very often, so I don't know what's good. You seemed like a good person to ask." He scrubs a hand over the back of his neck as he speaks, giving you a hopeful smile.

"I am," you say with a smirk. You straighten up confidently, banishing any nervousness because books; books you can do.

"Great," says George. "What've you got for me, Y/L/N?"

"Well what kind of books do you like?"

His grin falters. "Um-"

"Fiction, non-fiction, stories, biographies?"

"...stories?"

"Sure." You navigate to another aisle, moving into the more fiction-y section. "Action, ooh- historical, adventure, romance?" You lift an eyebrow at the last one.

"I-" He clears his throat, and you smile slightly to yourself. "Action is good, I think," he says uncertainly.

You scan the shelf currently at your eye level, before picking out a book. "I love this one," you tell him. "Pretty fast paced, which might be good for you. Also, dragons."

"Dragons," he repeats. "Great."

"How many books are you looking for?" you ask.

"Just one, I think. I wanna... get into reading, before the holidays start."

"Sure," you say, holding the book out to him.

It's like sun breaking through, when he smiles in return. "Do you think we could meet up?" he begins. "To talk about the book once I've read it?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," you smile. "And you have to tell me what you like, so I can recommend you the next one."

"Excellent."

⭒----⭒

Ever since giving George that first book you've started seeing him almost every day.

The two of you can be found huddled together in the little nooks around the library, or behind the greenhouses, or down by the lake, talking about books and school and everything in between.

But soon the holidays arrive, and you're saying goodbye to him and the rest of your friends.

Your parents are being forced to travel a lot over Christmas for work, so the first month of the holiday flies by in a whirlwind of tea in the morning with the few remaining students in Hogwarts, long peaceful walks on the grounds, and lots and lots of reading.

You've devoured a row of books in the library by the time Christmas has passed, and you've planned to go through another row, when George materialises in the common room one day, two weeks after Christmas.

"George?" you exclaim, spotting him in the common room.

He turns as he hears your voice, and his face splits into a wide grin. Without hesitation, he runs up to you and pulls you into a hug, lifting you just slightly above the floor.

Your heart swells as his laughter rings in the air, and suddenly everything is complete.

"I missed you so much," you tell him, almost surprised at your own admission. Truth is, Hogwarts is beautiful during Christmas, but it's a little lonely with everyone else having gone home.

George's responding smile is worth the wait though, and he tosses an arm around your shoulder as he leads you out of the common room.

"C'mon, it's a Hogsmeade day. No time to waste!"

⭒----⭒

The two of you settle down at a table in the Three Broomsticks, grabbing Butterbeers as you go.

"Alright then, Weasley. Did you get through the holiday book I got you?"

He smiles. "I did. And you know what I was thinking when I read it?"

"What?"

"Y/n would hate Chaolie, and she'd love Alosia."

You blink in surprise. "I- yeah, those are my exact thoughts on the book."

George smirks. "See? I know you."

"I mean yeah, I loved every chapter Alosia was in; she's my favourite. Typical, I know, everyone likes the side characters, but god, Allo would've been so much better as a main character than fucking Chaolie. G.T.L. is brilliant- we know that, she fits insane arcs and storylines into a single book, but please,-"

George listens, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth, as you continue rambling animatedly about the book, your hands gesturing enthusiastically as you speak.

"And the cover: gorgeous. You know stories like this can have the silliest cover art if they're not done well, and the choice to go almost muggle-style with a non-moving cover is perfect."

You brush a stray piece of hair away from your face, oblivious to the way George tracks the movement, desperately wanting to reach out and tuck it behind your ear for you.

The bell on the door chimes and you look over George's shoulder to see a bunch of familiar redheads walking in.

"Ah, Y/n," says Fred, floating towards your table. "Lovely to finally see you again after having to hear so much about you over Christmas."

You giggle as George thumps his brother with his book, face turning almost as red as his hair. "Stupid- git."

"This is the Y/n?" says Ron, another one of George's brothers.

His sister joins in too. "Ah, so you're the reason we had to come back early."

"Early?" you repeat, confused.

"Enough," snaps George. "Piss off, all of you," he says, fruitlessly shoving his siblings away from your table.

He groans. "Come on Y/n, we're leaving." He tugs on your hand, and you snort as his family's antics as you down the last sip of Butterbeer and hop off your seat.

"Until we meet again, Y/n." Fred salutes you as you exit, and you laugh as you wave to the rest of the Weasleys.

"Sorry about them," says George, slightly pink in the cheeks.

"Don't worry," you laugh. "It's fine. But what did Ginny mean when- hey!"

You're cut off as George yanks off his scarf and starts wrapping it around your neck and face. "...It's cold out," he explains weakly as you give him a look.

You pin him down with your gaze, and he sighs. "Fine."

He grabs your hand and leads you away from the Three Broomsticks, brushing snow off a park bench before sitting down.

Every memory he's had with you, every moment he's spent falling for you, flashes through his head.

The shy smile you had in your first few days of meeting, which he could only describe as cute, the mischievous glint in your eye when you'd almost recommended him a romance book, your laugh that he's memorised the sound of... damn it, he better not fuck this up.

You sit down beside him, giving him a concerned look.

"Okay, here it is," he says abruptly. "I like you."

You blink, caught off guard.

"You're so- you're bright," he says. "There's this light in you, and it's so fucking bright, and people don't see it. I don't get that. But whatever, they don't matter. I just mean, I've been pretty much blinded by you since we met... well, since I knocked you over running from Filch. I- god, fuck this metaphor. The point is, every time I'm not with you, I'm just wishing that I was. Cause I like you, and I wish- I'd hoped, that maybe you like me back?"

You're still silent, your brain trying to catch up with what your ears are hearing.

But George takes the silence differently. "It- it's okay if you don't. You know, I don't want to pressure you, at all. It's completely-"

"George." You take his hand. "I like you too, so damn much. I was just... I've never done this before. I didn't know if I should ask you out, or confess, or anything."

George lets out an incredulous breath. "Oh. Well then."

He rests his forehead against yours. "Y/n, will you do me the great honour of becoming my girlfriend."

You're smiling so much it almost hurts. "I'd love to," you whisper.

⭒----⭒

It's only on your first date, that you realise; "You know, we've practically be dating this whole time."

"What do you mean?" asks George, digging into his icecream.

"Meeting up, just the two of us. We've been doing it for ages, except we thought it was just book meetings."

The spoon stills halfway to George's mouth. "...fuck."

You snort, "We're both idiots, aren't we."

"Could've saved me so much grief if I'd known we were already dating. It was well shit, overthinking everything over the holidays."

"You mean when you missed me so much you convinced your whole family to come back to school early?"

"Sod off," he replies, nudging your foot and grinning. "You thought it was cute, anyway."

"I did."

There's a beat, before; "Kissing," you say, pointing your spoon at him. "We weren't totally dating, cause we didn't kiss."

"Right," agrees George, nodding. "Speaking of..."

You let out a laugh, setting your icecream down on the table, and then you let him pull you in.

Alosia, Chaolie, and GTL are just silly little details cause I can't help myself. Thank you for tolerating my self-indulgent easter eggs.

Thank you for reading, everyone! Hope you enjoyed my first fic in the HP universe <3

[peachiseas]

okay i am very new here, so i need a through introduction to your mcs! like eve for example, pls post his whole biography o(╥﹏╥)o

fr tho, tell me anything and everything :D

TOOK SO DAMN LONG SINCE I WANTED TO DRAW A STEP ONE REF OF EVE BUT ITS GONNA TAKE A MINUTE so here are the sketches,,, Anyways- gonna introduce the main two mcs/ocs you'll see here: Eve Cortez Williams and Aaliyah Dubious

(dont mind my ipad scribbles on the screenshot iofqiowogi) Lemme put this under a readmore actually so yall dont get slammed with a long ass post:

Starting with Eve:

He's my Tamarack MC, but I figured since uh. all my art that was a given

He has a strained relationship with Qiu in step 1 but they become besties by step 2 and by step 3, they are like family to each other. If no one got Eve, Eve knows Qiu got them, amen 🙏

He comes out as transmasc by step 2, and by step 3 he gets top surgery and starts taking testosterone and firmly identifies as a butch lesbian

He's from the southern part of Miami, Florida. He's Golden Grove's residential florida man

He practices martial arts religiously, he's a big fan of Goku and Dragonball in general so he wants to be like his idol

His story deviates a bit from the OL2 generic mc story, he did have a dad! Opal and his dad wanted a kid but they both didn't want to get married and since the two of them were best friends, they decided to have a kid together (or well two but we'll talk about that later)

What's important to note from above is that his dad isn't around anymore because his father passed away a few months ago due to a car accident and Eve was hospitalized as a result

So by the time he's at Golden Grove, he's in anger stages of his grief and he doesn't want to be bothered. Which sucks cause hes neighbors with the two loudest kids on the block

Doesn't help he's a ESL speaker (English as a Second Language) and Golden Grove's population is majorly white so he has even harder of a time adjusting to it

He gets into fights in step 1... a Lot. Someone will look at him funny and they'll get punched in the face

He does adjust but he still doesn't like Golden Grove by step 3 but funnily enough, he moves away at the end of step 3 for treatment but moves back in step 4, crazy how that shit works huh

He has two emotional support bunnies; Bulma and Chi-Chi! He gets them in step 2, Qiu and Eve bond over them LMFAO

As for Aaliyah:

She's my Qiu MC, to the shocker of no one. Tamarack is also her best friend <3

Aaliyah is from New Orleans, Louisiana! She's full blooded Haitian and she has family in Haiti

She's also transfem! She passes for cis in step 1 thanks to hormone blockers and some makeup and then starts taking estrogen in step 2 and onwards

Her being black and transfemme is integral to her character and how she navigates around Golden Grove, she doesn't tell anyone she's trans until near the end of step 1. By step 3, the girl gang and Qiu knows shes trans

^^ That's because she had a very negative experience coming out to her community who previously loved her but flipped on her just as fast

So moving to Golden Grove was supposed to be a fresh start for her as herself but by that point she feels like she has to keep up her "cis-sona" lest she gets bullied again

She still gets bullied for other reasons in step 2 though (being a pretty black girl and the one person who has a crush on her is the most popular kid in school... its rough! 😭)

By step 4 though she is proud to call herself trans and will let people know!

She lovessss animals! And the animals love her back! She feeds them all the time and keeps animal food on her for that purpose when she goes to the park to read by herself, she got a flock of crows and stray cats that like to follow her

She has a cat named Kiki!!! Kiki loves everyone except Qiu though, Aaliyah doesnt know that though-

I hope that was enough of a info-dump! If anyone has anymore questions please ask i have so much lore please-

[darkniters]

i wrote this in 2022, please enjoy

-

sitting by your pc, you're not really paying much attention to the monitors, but more blindly scrolling on your phone. seeing your creator friends making tweets come up on the timeline, and even getting some interactions yourself.

you've got one ear under your headphones, the other laying limp behind your ears, when suddenly a familiar notification chimes from your pc, the same on your phone.

you've received a discord message! but sitting in a ball on a chair seems much more appealing right now, maybe the notification can sit for a bit?

the thought wasn't properly considered, as you were already leaning forward to move your mouse, clicking on the messaging application.

it's a dm from ted!

the single way conversation read as such:

YOU.

you better answer you stupid son of a bitch or i will rain hellfire upon you

HURRY UP

they were all sent within the same minute.

pls be nice to me ted nippleson

what do you want, i have no more corpses in supply, you're gonna need to wait another week for that.

are you INSANE

i do not CARE for your pitiful corpses, fool

however i have made you something (oooh ted i wonder what it is)

you couldn't deny you were weary of what ted prepared for you, but curiosity consumed you as you continued to type on your keyboard with satisfying clicks.

i am very frightened ted

have i ever told you that you are a very scary man

nope, but its good to know that i have that sort of power against you.

anyways, i hope you like this, took me a bit to put together

[ link ]

looking over the link, it sent you to spotify, and you clicked into it. a gasp escaped your throat.

ted made you a playlist! and it had some of your favorite songs and some of his own. this was the first time anyone ever made you a playlist, and you were deeply touched by it. another discord message was sent.

it was very difficult to put together, please oh please im begging on my knees make more playlists public i can't keep guessing the songs you like from twitch con 2 years ago.

ted you actually got it super on point, very impressive top man!

yea cause im never wrong (y/n)

you switch the playlist on, it didnt seem to be in a liminal order. scanning through the songs, he was REALLY on point. you read the description of the playlist.

whats up pussy supreme (you are scared of me, admit it)

you've been on the ted nivison brain waves recently, and yea we talk and game a lot but i feel like a thank you is in order, so check it out! a playlist of the shit you listen to (and some of what i listen to too)

thank you for taking quality time out of your life to talk with my stupid ass

reading this, a smile never left your face. the fact that he even did this in the first place was just so nice!

DUDE you killed that shit

i gotta like make something in return

you silly goose

the reason i made the playlist to arch over both of our music tastes is so you dont need to do anything!

YOURE DEBT FREE

DUDE ILL FEEL BAD

ILL HAVE SOMETHING READY IN A FEW DAYS

NO LEAVE IT ITS FINE

I JUST MADE IT CAUSE WE TALK ALL THE TIME AND WE GAME TOGETHER

I DONT NEED SOMETHING BACK YOU USING YOUR TIME TO TALK IS ENOUGH

PLEASE

ITS OKAY

naaaah i'll make you something for sure dude

spending my time is bare minimum, you do the same with me!

new songs keep playing during the conversation, but when 4:00 comes around, teds gotta head out

alright wise guy

you're lucky i have a video to record right now

or else this would continue

enjoy recording dude, im gonna keep listening to this playlist that you've created for my fine ass

FINE???

YOU ARE THE GOOFIEST MOTHER FUCKER IVE EVER MET

DO NOT CALL YOURSELF FINE

BITCH

D:

i hope your video corrupts

and you

shit yourself during recording

and you lose power

YOU DONT MEAN THAT

I DO????

conversation then fizzled out.

you took one more glance over the playlist and noticed something.

some of these songs were made for confession.

you didnt question it, maybe it was done because he likes them, but also some of them were completely out of the ordinary im the playlist, and stuck out like a sore thumb.

little did you know, ted put those in deliberately, seeing if you'd notice and ask about it. maybe not now, but at some point. and maybe, just maybe, he'd have the balls in telling you how he actually feels.

[riahpariah]

Re your last tags: please rave about your Tavs (in the tags or otherwise) we all (me. It's me.) want to hear about them pleaasseee <3

Omg the opportunityyyyyyyyy block my BG3 tag everyone who doesn't care

My very first Tav was based on my usual PC, who is generally a Changeling bard but bc no Changelings in BG3 (a travesty) they were a half-drow instead. Lore bard, and I ended up romancing Astarion bc I can't resist a twinky man who can be a bitch. I have a Type. I ran this as my me-insert, where I just made all the choices I personally thought were coolest. It was a chaotic run.

My second run I made a Durge! I wanted to murder hobo. I went with a tiny wood elf with pink everything and she was a paladin. She broke her oath IMMEDIATELY and stayed an Oathbreaker, and eventually took over the Netherbrain as Bhaal's chosen. I might go back and replay the last bit of this now that patches are out, bc the ending was very short and unsatisfying back when I did this run. Also ended up romancing and then ascending Astarion, bc no one else wanted to fuck the evil murderer lady.

My third was a druid dragonborn who fucked literally everyone he could. I imagined a backstory that this dragonborn was in fact a dragon who'd forgotten what they are and can't just shapeshift back yet bc of the worm, so he kept hoarding all the items and gold and I did every single quest I could get my hands on for more treasure. I ran it mostly as an achievement run, to get what I'd missed in my first runs. It was a lot of fun.

My most recent was my drow sorcerer, and I played her as Good aligned as I could. Just an absolute goody two shoes. Gale fell in love with her pretty fast and I hadn't gotten to the end of his romance in the prior run (bc of the sluttiness and Gale's objections therein) so I stuck with him to the end. She encouraged him to be free of Mystra and to abandon the idea of ascending bc wtf dude you're good enough as is, pls just be Normal. And that was very satisfying to play through, especially with a Seldarine who'd spurned Lolthite culture and the way men are treated there.

So yes four runs so far and I am already itching to go back and make a new one sometime, bc holy shit I love this game. I was a preteen when I played BG1 five million times on the big ass seven disc set, and it barely fit on my 1GB computer, and it became foundational in my love for gaming and D&D. I replayed it on the console recently and it was every bit as delightful as I remember. BG3 is more than worthy as a follow-up, and I'm pretty sure it's gonna get replayed plenty more as time goes on. I'm thinking about a redemption Durge next....

[mikareo]

hello again dove <3 hehe thank you so much for the matchup spots. it makes me sooo happy really <3 so, for the needed info!

a bllk match up please!

i will send it in an ask after this one :>

a male around teenage years thank you <3

an sfw result pls would be nice hehe

as for my personality, i’m a she/ her infp and a capricorn, to start off :D i think i’m a pretty curious and open minded person. i’m an introverted person who likes to be an ‘audience’ more by nature, but i’m also pretty talkative and affectionate i think. though, when my social battery run out i do tend to become a quiet person who just hang around and listen almost immediately haha ;;;; i’m a pretty idealist person, while also trying my best to be open and understand another point of view. and as i like to think a lot, while it came with its benefits like considerations, sometimes it ended up in some bad habits like 2 am 4 am silent overthinking and putting unnecessary pressure on myself to the point i got cold feet hohoho. however i do recently realize with little reassurance and praises that is convincing to me, i got cheered up almost immediately ahahaha my biggest love language are words of affirmation & acts of service, even though i’m pretty receptive to all! (words of affirmations and acts of service are definitely up there tho <3)

my hobbies include watching movies and videos! animations, indie stuffs, and ‘making you think and reflect’ stuffs especially lately haha. i also enjoy reading, writing, and drawing! (i think, it’s the aspect of ‘learning’ and ‘a story of something’ that interests me the most from these kind of activities) i also likes looking at aesthetically pleasing and pretty pictures and such. i do also enjoy going to new places. my faves are mostly related to art or history! i go alone sometimes, with my friends sometimes too. on my downtime, usually my go to is a long hour of rpg or idle gaming in my room. or scrolling down my phone for random trivia and advices while listening to something ehe

my ideal date would be to hang out, and maybe eat, in a place that is not too fancy, somewhere indoor if i have to choose tho haha. a calm & quiet place my date likes or have fond memory would be nice honestly, like a hole in the wall restaurant or a cafe they often hang out in, for example? a simple, pleasant time is more than enough for me. though, i think as long as i can listen and talk to them, i would be fine anywhere

i think that’s all! i hope it is enough and also not too much! thank you so much again :””” sending you many virtual kisses! i hope you can have fun and take your time doing this, i’m looking forward to it :3 wish you a nice day and night dove! take care <3

💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...popponn!

hi popon!!! srry this took a little longer than it usually does,, i rlly wanted it to be perfect n finals week got a little in the way! also i think we have the same glasses LOL,, ur so pretty tho like i love ur haircut,, the bangs are so cute so suit u sm !!!! i rlly hope u like this n i had a lot of fun doing this matchup!!

[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your complete matchup results!

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ APPEARANCE PAIRING ! congratulations . . .‧₊˚🪐✩ZANTETSU TSURUGI₊˚✨⊹♡

with his height, zantetsu towers over you and holds your hand, making sure that you don't get lost in the crowd. he may not have the biggest brain, but he does have the biggest heart. he'd do anything to see that bright smile on your face whilst your hair blows in the wind. if there's one thing he's devoted to more than soccer, it's undoubtedly you; and he wouldn't change that for the anything.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀ PERSONALITY PAIRING ! congratulations . . .‧₊˚👾✩YO HIORI₊˚🌑⊹♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ chemistry analysis . . .

while reading through your personality traits, i realized that i wanted to pair you with someone similar to you rather than someone who's your opposite. i also wanted someone good at communicating, which crossed off nagi (lol); and then i landed on hiori after debating a few other options. i think that you and hiori would definitely be the most compatible compared to any other blue lock boy— and you two would be really cute together!

one thing that you and hiori have in common, is your preference for a quiet life. you're both extremely introverted people and like to avoid noisy and obnoxious crowds, which makes it easier to find comfort in each other when you need a little break from socialization. rather than standing on the sidelines in silence, the two of you talk to one another and quietly comment on the conversation whenever you're in a social setting— genuinely enjoying each other's presence over a large group of people. when you're in need of a social break, hiori's the person you know you can go to.

being observant is one of hiori's major traits. he's extremely good at reading people and understanding how they're thinking without even having to ask, which would be extremely beneficial whenever you have those nights where your mind is running wild and you can't seem to sleep. hiori is right beside you, asking you what's wrong, and talking you through your feelings in the gentlest way he can. your happiness is of utmost importance to him, and he can't rest until he knows you're feeling better. he's also a great communicator. he knows how to explain his emotions and understand other people when they struggle to do so. with that observance and communication, he's the perfect boyfriend for you.

your hobbies also really align with hiori, considering that gaming is also his usual go-to when he doesn't know how to spend his free time. the two of you could be on a discord call together, in the middle of the most difficult rpg campaign that either of you have ever played; yet somehow still manage to complete the hardest task possible since you have such great teamwork. if either of you wasn't feeling up to play for some reason, you could simply watch the other livestream and lowkey backseat game if that's what your into— though hiori wouldn't mind. he just likes to hear your voice, no matter if you're telling him what to do or simply giving him some helpful advice.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ memories on the wall . . .

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ a treasured moment . . .

"happy anniversary." hiori smiles at you softly as the glow from the dim over-head lighting casts dancing shadows across his face.

the atmosphere of the familiar restaurant is so comforting. it's almost like a warm blanket enveloping the both of you and squeezing tight until you're fast asleep. it's been a year since you first came here, having walked through the doors on your first date and choosing to come again and again to make more memories as the time goes by.

"happy anniversary to you too." you grin back, shining your bright teeth at him and mouthing a quick 'i love you' as you begin to look at the menu.

there's a smooth piano track playing on the speakers, so lovely that you'd think it was a live band if you hadn't asked a few months ago. you and hiori love this place for the intimacy the ambience brings. you don't have to shout to hear what he's saying and he doesn't need to be overly outgoing to get your attention. it's almost as if this place was made just for you two, and you were so lucky to find it so soon after finding one another.

"you gonna get the same thing as usual?" he asks. he knows you so well.

"obviously."

[poupeesdecirque]

Travel Blog Anime Festival - Part 2

I never had thought that the second day was about to be exciting as the first one, therefore I had to split the blog into two.

I had started writing it in the hotel, but this one here is done a few days later on, there was so much going on, but I loved every minute.

29. October - 3rd Uniform revival & on stage the 2nd

Last day of the con, started super early as the daylight savings and my bio rhythm doesn't go hand in hand. But I took the time to note down a few things already which was nice. Also a bit of drawing, didn't came to it the day prior and somehow I was drawing or at least inking something every day in october but not the saturday. Except you count in painting my face :'D

Checked out of the Hotel and went to Kassel. Decided to take my dolls out for some photos and fetch a hot drink, it was a bit warmer but super stormy.

Then I fought the make up and got dressed up for the last day. I had not much planned and aimed to head home around 14-15 as well, there was not much to do.

Walked around the hall several times, went through the park, actually met some people from the day before and talked with them again. Here some more impressions of the vendors and some of the guests/quests they had.

And then finally met another D.Grayman Cosplayer, an Allen! He told me that on Saturday there was at least two Allens and two Lavis,... I didn't meet any of them *sob* (one Allen could have been me though), a shame.

As I walked around I got yelled at that the person loves my costume AND my bag, thank you so much it means a lot to me. Also I got called Moyashi. I was like "huh what?!" but the person actually was a former Kanda cosplayer and couldn't resist. I love interactions like this, pls just go ahead with those.

Then I somehow gathered more and more courage, I ordered a bubble tea at a booth I had to speak english at (speaking english in public is always a bit of a struggle for me, I can do it fine but I am so nervous in regards of my pronunciation that I'm like WOAH FULL ANXIETY HITTING) and got told the tapioca pearls I wanted weren't done. Past-me would have went with the other option they offered but no I returned later on and got what I truly wanted.

Then things got wild. I randomly decided to join "Show your costume"-Contest as I told myself "fuck it now or never" and had no idea what to say. Was I nervous? Yes. But I somehow managed super well and even calmed down other participants.

I went on stage, joked about me not being lost from yesterday and told the audience that everyone who went on this very stage is a hero on their own and that everyone should stop talking themselves down. I got very positive feedback for my little speech and also some more positive for the act I had showed for the main contest. Thank you all. It was a pleasure to meet you all and I feel more connected to the community than I ever was.

The day went on with me challenging myself more. Like I talked to someone who I somehow see on every con but never had any relation to and we had such a nice talk. Then I went and ordered more food while speaking english.

As I was almost done and heading home another Cosplayer (Della Duck) whom entered the contest and was having almost a mental breakdown on stage came across me and I pulled her aside and told her how amazing she was and I could see how much she was sparkling and thriving. Please keep on going, you were amazing, I know how much a character/a costume can mean.

The day came to an end as I needed to get make up down and travel back before it got too dark. I snatched another snacky on my way back and arrived very happy at home.

I can say this weekend was an absolute blast and I am glad I decided to give it a go. Kassel is now connected with positive memories again and I am motivated for next year to challenge myself more again.

And I have to figure out the make up situation, I will change the eyeliner as it smears so much its horrible. It was the first time for me in years wearing make up and getting it off was another can of worms, my eyes suffered several days(!).

[starry-wren]

Hello everyone! Welcome to my blog <3

A bit about me:

My name is Wren, you can spell it however you like (Wrenn, Ren, Renn, or any other way you can think of)! I am a minor pls don’t be weird

I am asexual alloromantic, agender, and queer! I am also comfortable with being called by/placed under the umbrella terms nonbinary, genderqueer, and transgender.

I’m kind of scared to talk to new people, sorry. Feel free to talk to me still, I would absolutely love to meet new people here! I just probably won’t try to start conversations and might take a bit to reply.

Boundaries and DNI:

Please don’t call me a furry! I do draw and own a lot of anthro characters, but I don’t identify with the term furry. Don’t get me wrong, furries are cool, just don’t say that I’m one

Also, don’t call any of my queer romance oc stories yaoi or yuri because those are terms that fetishize and oversexualize queer relationships. Don’t sexualize my characters. Please, just don’t be weird, I am a sex repulsed ace

DNI: Porn/NSFW accounts. Homophobes, transphobes, pedophiles, zoophiles, sexists, racists, ableists, and all the other kinds of icky person.

What I will post about:

I will use this blog for lots of things, mainly to post my art. I might also just share my random thoughts and ideas sometimes! I take a lot of pictures and edit the colors and contrast values to make them look cool so I might post some of that too. I am going to use this blog for lots of fandom stuff, fanart and such, and also oc and character stuff.

My Interests:

Some things I am interested in are Osmenverse novels/comics, Omori, Car Seat Headrest (the band), Generation Loss, Bears In Trees, Noahfinnce, and Ghost and pals!

Thank you to everyone who took the time to read this you are wonderful and I hope you have a very silly and fun day :D

Update: you can ask my ocs stuff in my ask box!

As long as you make it clear that you are asking them and not me, I will hand the phone to them and let them answer your questions!

I am working on making character info posts for all my silly little guys, here’s who I have so far:

Angel and Charlie

my artfight, which has limited info on some of my characters

all character info posts will be tagged with # oc info

[mysteriawrites]

Matchup requests forda gooooo (Niji en pls uwu)

So first i'll describe myself ig-

I am a very empathetic person, always putting others before me :) I am the type of person to befriend all types of people too! I like to chexk up on my friends and fam a lot, I tend to just pop in and ask how they are hehe

My form of love language, both platonic and romantic, is physical touch, quality time and words of affirmation <3

My friends say I am VERY expressive, though im the type to try to hide my feelings a lot, especially when irs negative, i tend to just push that back to not kill the mood or to please people- However, according to my friends, they can already tell by just looking at me ;3;

As for my hobbies and passions. I am an artist! I can sit all day and draw if i want to! I also live writing stories and coming up wit a lot of character lore for my many ocs :D

Well thats all from me :) cant wait to see what you got!

Hello thank you for the request! Had to think on this one for a bit (you had two really great guys fighting over you) but I hath decided. DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

IKE EVELAND!!!

The man of sex-/j

I think you and Ike would be good together. You two have a lot in common. You’re both emotional and empathetic people. You look out for others while still pursuing your passions.

You and Ike met when you went to a book signing of his. He was your favorite author every book he wrote was better than the last. When you found out he was doing book signings at your local library as part of a charity event you couldn’t pass up the chance. So you gather as much money as your could and your favorite book from him and went off on your journey.

The line was super long, so long it made you squirm even more in anticipation and nervousness. Finally it was your turn, and he was every bit and beautiful as he was in his pictures if not more. He smiled at you as you handed him your book.

Much to your pleasure (and the displeasure of the people behind you) you and Ike hit it off. You two were talking about the book he was signing for you and what you enjoyed about as well as what was going through his mind that inspired him to write it. Unfortunately your time was cut short as his manager told him they had to keep it moving. So you said your goodbyes and assumed that was that.

Except it wasn’t, because a few hours later when you went to your favorite cafe for lunch you saw him again. He was on lunch break from the signing and almost took your order by mistake. When you two made eye contact again Ike’s eyes lit up like a chrismas tree. Despite being in a hurry and his shy nature he wanted to continue your conversation, so he gave you his number.

Since that day you two have had very avid discussions about all sorts of topics: favorite books, favorite hobbies, hopes, dreams, and eventually romance. He confessed that despite writing all about love he had yet to experience much of it himself and wished he could experience the fantasies he’s only dreamed about.

As he ranted off about the romantic and gentlemanly things he would do with his partner, you couldn’t help but with that you could be the person in those fantasies with him. That’s when it hit you: you were in love with the sweet novelist Ike Eveland.

You couldn’t get your mind off him after that. You so desperately wanted to be his lover, but you were too shy, too nervous to confess to him. You tried to ignore your feelings hoping they would go away, but they only got stronger.

One day you got a knock on the door. You open the door to be greeted with the man of (sex) the hour himself holding what looked to be a gift basket filled with flowers, your favorite snacks and candies, your favorite movies, and a few books.

You asked what it all was for and he responds that he noticed how you had been a bit down lately and he wanted to try and cheer you up. That was the last straw you couldn’t contain it anymore.

You jumped up, hugged him, and told him how much you loved him only for your eyes to widen as you realized what you said. You look up nervously at the novelist only to see him stunned, eyes wide, and a bright red blush on his face. After a moment of awkward silence he regains his composure and asks if you really ment what you said.

You respond and his face breaks out into a small smile. He admits that he had feelings for you too, since day one in fact, and he had been too shy to tell you. The his eyes light up with realization and he says he’ll be right back. He returns with what he says is a special book he wants you to read.

You open the book to the booked marked page and there in red letters and cursive writing it says “will you be mine? ❤️” of course you say yes.

And the rest is history. You two became a couple and you couldn’t be happier. Since you also like to write you help him with his novels from time to time. Your dates usually consist of just cuddling and reading together or karaoke nights. Sometimes you two will have a contest on who can be the most romantic and think of different romantic scenarios together, different kinds of dates and presents, and what your future could hold.

In short you guys are really cute.

This took me a bit to figure out it was a tie between Ike and Hex, but gut said Ike so I went with him. It was also kind awkward because they’re both my oshies and writing for your oshi can be quite awkward lol. Anyway sorry about how late this is hope you enjoy.

Runners Up: Hex Haywire

[s-ccaam-era-crepe]

hii scam pls pls pls tell me about ur campaign. I’m starting my own soon and I would love to hear about what’s up with yours

HI HI !!!! okay so this is probably going to be pretty long and also disclaimer !! idc much about many dnd rules so if any of this 'shouldn't be possible' in a dnd campaign then too bad i am my own god :)

now to the good stuff :D

ALRIGHT. so i started with them in prison bc i wanted there to be a reason they would find the world in the state they did when they got out (time skip stuff yk). So basically the prison was a 1 week in there = 10 years in the real world world (they were in there for 3 weeks)

so once they got out everything was basically dying. the world is dying. there are these monsters that the townsfolk are terrified of (The Shadows) and they get tasked by the king to figure out why this is happening and how they can stop it (basic dnd stuff lol)

so they run into these Shadows, which they get a simple explain for sort of why everyone is afraid of it and this is where some of the knowledge the party knows diverges. as not everyone in the party knows the same things.

so my campaign is Very reliant on gods (i didn't make them up my own, just some of the dnd 5e gods lol) and basically these 5 gods (All chaotic evil or neutral) took over the world during these 30 years and grew to power. the shadows (and many other monsters/bad things) are effects of them and their powers (Illusions causing people to be paranoid, spiders, raging diseases, more betrayal and tricks, thieving)

so basically one of my players is working with the gods (like is an acolyte for them type thing. has been supporting them before they went to the prison) so they know much more about the gods and their effects than everybody else (they can roll perception to see if an npc or interaction is connected to a god also)

another player was basically being used by the king bc they have visions and now they know a lot of stuff about the gods because of their knowledge in the kings court. (they have been allowed to leave the area for the adventure by the king but they are severely traumatized anyways sooo)

and many of the other players have lost family members or other things (jobs, land, etc) because of this. so they all want to stop the gods, and they don't know that their friend in the party plans on stopping them before they can prevent the gods from their full take over.

this basically sums up a lot of lore that i've shared with players so far. but each player has a bond to a certain god in a way (whether or not they necessarily know that) and im introducing them into the different gods effects and monsters slowly (aka they fought spiders recently, then learned more about the spider god. then i introduced the illusions and that god. etc, etc)

anyways yes so their journey is to find a way to stop the gods while they actively have a spy in their midst and the world is progressively getting worse :)

feel free to ask questions or anything !! (open to anyone please <33)

[stuckinmymind22]

playlists | stay/is it over now? + better man

Chapter 1

pair: portgas d. ace x afab reader (she/her)

modern au | multimedia | musician ace | more info on story

tags: fluff fluff and more fluff, cursing, group chat alert, luffy cameo, goofy ace, also they’re both fucking stupid lowkey (she said like she didn’t write them that way) lowkey imply ace and reader are sluts (good for you!!)

mdni: please - look i can't tell you how to live your life but this isn't for you pls avoid thx

wc: 7.7k (i said it would be shorter and it's the same fucking length 😭)

excerpt:

“You wanna go back to my place?” Ace asks. After the words leave his mouth he seems to have realized the potential implications of them. His face reddens and he trips over his words, “N-Not like that - I -” You cut him off with a laugh, unknowingly bestowing mercy on the poor man, who knows he would’ve dug himself deeper trying to escape. This is by far the most embarrassed you have ever seen him, and it is kind of endearing. It’s clear that he has started to let you past his confident persona, and you appreciate the vulnerability.  Your interruption gives him time to recover, at least a little bit. “I meant to like play video games,” he clarifies, scratching the back of his neck. To his relief, you readily agree to his offer, rather eagerly too. He probably shouldn’t read into that, right?

a/n: AHHHHHHH sorry it took so long i want to say it wont happen again but i am not predictable. also it turns out i really like the word mischief (thank you thesaurus or else it’d be in here 16 times)

we're working really hard on not second guessing every single thing i write, but i am in the trenches lol somethings might be cringe but that's part of the process idfk

important: theres a lot of text messages (well i feels like a lot) and i did my best to add in alt text so i hope that works if anyone needs it. lowkey starts off a bit choppy bc there's a lot of texts but it'll get longer i promise (this'll also happen again though)

song(s): there's a lot of songs in this chapter, so i made a list but they'll still be linked when used.

just a note that the songs don't necessarily reflect what happens in the chapter

stay - post malone is it over now? - taylor swift better man - 5 seconds of summer

here's the playlist for everything

He remembered, that’s the first thing you think when you hear the line. It’s a question about last night’s show. Because you told him how you were dreading it. Not only did he remember, he cared enough to ask. 

Holy shit.

A confusing feeling blossoms in your chest when you figure it out. You don’t want to not read into it too much, but there’s a portion of your mind that is running wild. You're unsure of the exact intention behind it but it’s got you hook line and sinker – not that you are going to admit that to anyone, not even yourself. 

Truth be told it is something you never would’ve thought of doing, talking with lyrics like this. Ace found a love language that you didn't know existed, much less one that you’re already fluent in. The platonic kind, you hastily tact on to the thought.

Knowing he’s already near his phone (judging by his quick response time) you’re calling him before you even notice you’re doing it. To your surprise, Ace picks up before the second ring, leaving you no time to second guess your actions. “You know you could’ve just asked me to call you, or call me yourself,” you tease, forgoing a greeting. Once he answered, talking to him came naturally, despite your initial nerves.

“Well hello to you too,” Ace laughs. His voice sounds even better than you remember, somehow. “And I know, but this is more fun,” the mischievous twinge in his voice has you wishing you could see his face in more than your mind’s eye. “So are you gonna tell me or do I have to guess,” he teases.

“I don't know, maybe you should ask,” you push back. Ace sighs exaggeratedly but relents. “I’m so glad you asked,” you giggle. You go on to tell him about the night before, which, luckily, went better than you expected.

Unaware, or uncaring, of the passage of time the two of you talk for nearly an hour before the call comes to an end. Your heart’s racing, you need to tell someone about this.

note: i completely forgot about kaya until i was adding the alt text to this and i dont wanna redo it, so please forgive me

Despite Ace making an effort to show up early, when he arrives at the cafe you agreed to meet at he finds you waiting there for him. You spot him quickly and wave him over wearing a big smile. He tries to ignore the way his heart picks up pace. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” you say playfully, bumping his shoulder as he stands next to you entering the line.

“It’s a small world,” Ace shrugs, sticking his hands in his pockets, “Whatcha gonna get?” 

“Why? You wanna copy me, Cowboy?” you tease, eyes flickering to his hat. 

“Cowboy?” he questions, amused. “It suits you,” you shrug. Ace can’t help but recognize how this mirrors one of your first interactions when he called you doll for the first time. 

The banter between the two of you flows freely, until you sit down at a table in the back corner of the cafe and your demeanor starts to shift.  Ace watches you as you stare at the table and play with your hands. He can’t help but wonder what’s on your mind, he’s pretty sure he hasn’t seen you nervous like this before. Whatever inner turmoil you were experiencing seems to disappear and you look back at him with a disarming smile.

“I don’t think I asked this, but how long have you been performing? I mean seeing you play - it’s clear you’re a seasoned vet when it comes to crowd work cause that kind of skill doesn’t appear overnight,” your singing of his praises has Ace becoming flustered. He’s never been good with compliments.

It isn’t hard to see that he isn’t as confident in his abilities as he pretends to be. Logically, he knows that what you’re saying is true, but something in his brain refuses to believe it. Either way his cheeks flare up and he avoids your eyes until the red in his face has died down. 

“I started playing shows a few years ago, in my late teens. Playing really wherever I could and I did that for a couple of years,” it’s at this point he looks at you again, “I had to quit for a few months but other than that it’s been nonstop since I started.”

“Was that when you joined the navy?” you ask. Ace is a little taken aback by your question, he didn’t expect you to remember something he told you in passing the first time you met. This time, Ace is able to hide the blush he felt creeping up his neck. He can’t help but feel ridiculous, he isn’t like this with other people. Besides, you’re friends, just friends.

“Yeah, I got pretty big over there,” he admits. “I even had a few labels approach me, but I wasn’t interested in working with them. One of them’s super persistent though. Like annoyingly persistent. I said I wasn’t interested and they didn’t let go. They’re a big one too, so not even me moving across the country stopped them from knocking at my door.” 

“They’re still bothering you?” you raise an eyebrow. Shit, he was not supposed to tell you that. “If they’re that interested in you, you probably could get a good deal.”

“I’m working on it,” the words slip out of his mouth before he can think about them. Shit. He really wasn’t supposed to say that. Why did he tell you that? You barely know each other. 

But then again, he’s always been a pretty good judge of character and for some reason he trusts you. Now that the cat’s out of the bag there’s no point in trying to hide it, plus he’s been dying to talk to someone about it.

Ace leans in, scanning your surroundings before whispering, “I’m not supposed to be telling you this, so you gotta swear yourself to secrecy.” Wearing an endearing, goofy grin he extends his finger. A pinky promise.

Donning a faux seriousness you nod in agreement.  You’re barely able to contain your amusement as you swear yourself to secrecy. Something in Ace’s stomach flutters at you playing along with the bit, but he simply chalks it up to sharing information he’s not supposed to.

After the promise is made Ace tells you that “for some reason” this big label is dead set on signing him. You know the reason they would do that, you think it’s blatantly obvious too. You aren’t sure if he’s being coy saying that or if he doesn’t see how talented he actually is (it’s both). Because of their interest he has been given the upper hand in negotiations, which for an unsigned, relatively unknown artist, is practically unheard of.

He knows he probably shouldn’t go into the details but you look so cute intently listening to him like this. Plus you did pinky promise. “It is still in talks, so nothing is set in stone yet, but I’m not supposed to be discussing it,” he clarifies, you nod in understanding and he continues, “To be honest, I’m not even sure I’ll take the deal, even if they give me everything I want. I really like to be independent and not having to answer to anyone.

“However,” Ace’s tone turns mischievous and his eyes light up, “it is fun to see how far they’ll go.”

“So you’re trolling them,” you question, clearly amused by his antics. “Basically,” he confirms with sparkling eyes and a shit-eating grin. “But who knows? I might take them up on the offer” he feigns sincerity, pausing for a moment. You raise an eyebrow, knowing more is coming. “...Eventually, probably not though.” There it is, the roguish smile slips back onto his face. You shake your head but fail to hold back your laugh.

“‘s kinda annoying that they don’t leave me alone. And I’m doing fine without ‘em. I’m nearly halfway through my first album, just gotta get back in the studio – it’s been a while,” Ace chuckles.

“I don’t think I’ve been in a studio in years,” you confess. 

“You make music?” he questions, a little surprised you didn’t bring that up earlier, although you haven’t known each other too long he supposes.

“I mean kinda?” you say more as a question. “I really enjoy production, I actually went to school for it.” 

“For real?”

“Mmhmm,” you confirm, “that’s where I met Luffy and Usopp actually. We took a class together and Usopp’s the one who got me my job.”

“You should come into the studio with me sometime. Maybe you can show me the ropes or something,” Ace says so casually with a charming smile that it nearly takes your breath away.

“I don’t know, I’m definitely out of practice,” you confide.

“So?” he questioned, “I’m sure it’ll be easy to pick back up.”

“We’ll see,” you smile, leaving it open ended.

Your conversation wanders and by the time it dies down your drinks are long gone and so is your reason to stay, but neither of you truly want to leave each other’s company. A rare semi-awkward silence envelopes the table as the two of you independently rack your brain for some way to prolong your time together, neither of you aware that the other is doing the same.

“You wanna go back to my place?” Ace asks. After the words leave his mouth he seems to have realized the potential implications of them. His face reddens and he trips over his words, “N-Not like that - I -”

You cut him off with a laugh, unknowingly bestowing mercy on the poor man, who knows he would’ve dug himself deeper trying to escape. This is by far the most embarrassed you have ever seen him, and it is kind of endearing. It’s clear that he has started to let you past his confident persona, and you appreciate the vulnerability. 

Your interruption gives him time to recover, at least a little bit. “I meant to like play video games,” he clarifies, scratching the back of his neck. To his relief, you readily agree to his offer, rather eagerly too. He probably shouldn’t read into that, right?

~~~~~~

It isn’t until you are both standing in front of his door that the nerves really hit Ace. He doesn’t usually bring girls home, especially not just to hang out. Now that he’s thinking about it he has never brought a girl here since he moved in a few months ago. You’re kind of uncharted waters to him, he admits to himself. But there’s no going back now, besides, he wanted this– he wants this.

You can see the tension build in his shoulders as thoughts race through his mind. Ace opens the door, moving to the side to let you in first. You’re curious what’s got him stressed but you decide not to question it, instead you direct your attention to the interior.

The apartment is pretty standard for a single man in his twenties. It has all the necessities, a couch, a lamp, a TV (with its own dedicated stand, so that’s impressive), and a small coffee table. If anything it was above average out of the many similar places you’ve been to. The only things out of place were the guitar precariously perched against the couch and a litany of notebooks. Evidence of his songwriting. He moves the notebooks and guitars out of the way with great care.

“Um, what game do you want to play?” Ace questions, consciously trying not to be awkward. 

You rack your brain for a game, it doesn't take you long to settle on one. It's a popular one that you're quite good at - there's the added bonus that it's competitive and you and Ace have a score to settle (not that this compares to drinking but it is a competition so it still counts in your mind). 

“You’re in luck,” he says, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Little do you know that you picked the one he wants to play; it’s one of his favorites too. As he is pulling up the game he tosses you a controller. “I should warn you that I am pretty good at this one,” he teases, “But don’t worry, I’ll let you warm up. Give you a fighting chance and all.”

You scrunch your nose in mock offence. “I’m not worried,” you assert, holding your head high, “I don’t even need a warm up, I’m ready to kick your ass right now.”

“I like the confidence,” Ace responds, “but I haven’t played for a while so please.” He isn’t exactly lying, he hasn’t played the game in a while, but he isn’t exactly telling the truth either – he does genuinely want you to have a fighting chance and he knows that this way your pride won’t get in the way. Your eyes soften and you relent to his request.

After choosing characters and picking one of the easier maps you start playing. Despite being the one who claimed he needed a refresher, Ace is very talkative. The things he’s bringing up aren’t even related to the game, still you entertain him and answer his questions, finding it amusing that he’s unable to keep his mouth shut.

Somehow, you don’t notice how Ace keeps stealing looks at you – he can’t help it though. You’re sitting cross legged next to him, your knee just barely brushing against him, drawing his attention with every slight move you make. It doesn’t help that you look so pretty focused like this, your tongue peaking out of the corner of your mouth in concentration. Once again, you’re confusing him. 

He tries talking to take his mind off of it but not only did that not work, it also made him awful at the game. In the first practice round you absolutely annihilate him. There is no other way around it. You tease him for it too, asking if he needs more time to warm up. Ace has no shame in taking you up on that offer, this time stepping up his game. He’s doing pretty well, your skill levels start to seem pretty evenly matched. Feeling more confident he risks a glance at you, and yet again his performance falters. This time he snaps out of it quicker, making a comeback and even winning the round.

“You ready to play for real, Dollface?” Ace challenges.

“You ready for your ego to get bruised,” you retort with a playful glimmer in your eyes. “I don’t see that happening, Doll,” he teases back. “You never know,” you say. Ace laughs, shaking his head.

“Best two out of three?” he questions. “Sure,” you agree, “but it won’t matter either way, I’m gonna crush you.” You know you’re not that good at the game but it’s fun to talk shit idk.

 It doesn’t take long for the competition to heat up, both of your competitive natures coming to light. Playful smack talk becomes the backdrop of the rounds with both of you occasionally bumping the other to psych them out. Round three things start to get really tense, you’re tied and so the winner takes all.

Ace manages to take the lead by a rather significant margin, “Looks like I’m winning this one,” Ace beams, his victory seeming imminent. 

“Not so fast, hot stuff,” you push back. The comment takes him by surprise, throwing him off of his game. His brain pauses, did you just admit that you also find him attractive? 

“Oh so I’m hot stuff now?” he teases. He watches you freeze as embarrassment takes over. “I kinda liked Cowboy,” he continues, with a fake pout.

“It’s not like it’s a lie though,” you say, making momentary eye contact, “might even be more fitting.” Okay now you doubled down on it. Ace is definitely reading into it now. Even after he recovers from the initial shock he doesn’t refocus on the game, his attention now centered on you. You (unknowingly) take advantage of his distraction and manage to pull ahead and win the round. 

Going to rub your victory in his face you notice that he is out of it.  You realize that he was playing half heartedly and demand a rematch. You want to win fair and square. Ace complies and he wins the next one. You try to walk back the rematch claiming the victory was valid, but (predictably) he fights back. Best two out of three turns into best three out of five to best five out of seven. Eventually, you stop keeping score at all.

Laughter echoes throughout the room, both of your antics and tactics for winning getting more and more ridiculous. You can’t recall the last time you laughed this hard. You really like being around Ace, and that might become a real problem, but for now you push that to the back of your mind. It’s an issue for later, for now you want to concentrate on the present and enjoy his company.

Although you’d started at a respectable distance, that gap’s been closing slowly without your awareness. Following another win you turn to gloat and you realize exactly how close you are. Ace’s freckles are much more visible from here. Automatically, your brain starts painting constellations on his cheeks finding patterns in the dots speckling his face.

Your eyes fall down to his lips and stop their journey. It is clear that something has shifted. There is an unknown gravity that is pulling you in. You’re so close now, you can feel his breath fanning across your face. If you lean in just a little bit more –

The sound of the front door slamming open brings you back to reality. Eyes grow wide in joint surprise. Luffy’s greeting rings out through the room. Before he can suspect anything you move away from Ace, trying to bury your disappointment.

Ace, whose back is towards the door, shakes his head, muttering a curse at his brother before turning around. “Luffy, what did I tell you about slamming the door,” Ace shouts, chastising his brother. “Sorry,” Luffy laughs, kicking his shoes off.

You take the moment of refuge to process what just happened, well what almost just happened. It’s good that this happened actually, you reason with yourself. It would only complicate things in the long run. Imagine if things go south and you were forced to see him at work, no thank you. 

Ace gives up on scolding Luffy for his repeated unannounced visits as the younger boy walks away into the kitchen. Hold on, why is Luffy here? “Sorry about him, he has keys to the place, which I regret giving him, and likes to show up and raid the fridge,” Ace makes a point to say the last parts louder, clearly intending for his brother to hear. Luffy’s boisterous laugh echoes from the kitchen.

Luffy must’ve caught onto the fact that Ace had company over because he exits the kitchen with curious eyes. Actively eating out of an open tupperware of leftovers, he scans the room catching sight of you on the couch. In classic Luffy fashion, he greets you excitedly – mouth full of food. Then he looks puzzled. “Why are you here?” he asks point blank. His abrasive questions are nothing new to you so you don’t take it personally.

“She’s –” Ace starts off, not getting far before Luffy cuts him off. “Oooo, video games! I wanna play!” Luffy exclaims. He quickly annihilates whatever it is he’s eating before returning the dishes to the kitchen.

Ace knows that Luffy isn’t the best at recognizing social cues and it isn’t even his fault. However, that doesn’t stop Ace from being annoyed. He is ready to throw him out by the scruff of his neck when Luffy reemerges. Luffy, still full of excitement, stands nearby seemingly waiting for permission to join.

Realizing Luffy would be a good buffer and help prevent whatever the hell nearly happened, you readily accept his involvement, but ultimately leave the decision up to Ace. Ace wants to say no, he really wants to say no, but you expressing your willingness for him to join and Luffy’s fucking puppydog eyes (Ace always has been a sucker for them, especially knowing that they are earnest everytime) has him caving really quick.

“Yay!” Luffy exclaims, running over to grab a controller. Luffy, for his part, is pumped to be hanging out with both of you guys. You’re two of his favorite people in the whole wide world, why wouldn’t he want to hang out with you together. He plops down between the two of you eager to play. You can’t help but chuckle at his extreme joy.

At first Luffy doesn’t play the game seriously, choosing to goof off. At one point he gets up in the middle of a match to go get (steal) more food, walking right past Ace who yells at him prompting Luffy to laugh. During his absence you and Ace focused on fighting each other, ignoring Luffy’s character – turns out that was a mistake. Luffy comes back, mouthful of food and manages to beat you both. And not by a little bit he destroys you both, claiming victory for the first time that night. In hindsight it was slightly suspicious that he was losing so badly when you remember him being somewhat decent at the game (as in he doesn’t die in 30 seconds, not that he wins).

After that the gloves are off, it turns out that Luffy is now good at the game, like really good. He goes on a winning streak. You’re rotating who is picking the map for the rounds and no matter what is chosen it’s like Luffy has the home game advantage. You and Ace grow increasingly more exacerbated, accusing him of cheating despite none of you knowing how one could even cheat at this game. He keeps laughing at the incredulous looks on your faces. 

Luffy bags nearly half a dozen rounds before you start to do something about it. When it is Luffy’s turn to pick the map, Ace catches your eyes. Somehow you two have become masters at silent communications. Immediately you know that he wants to form an alliance to take his brother down. With your joint effort you manage to take him out. Both of you cheer in victory, seemingly forgetting that the match wasn’t over until Luffy brings it up. And the game is back on.

Luffy doesn't win a single round after your joint effort to take him out, but he laughs at how competitive you and Ace are. You end up going back down to a two player game while Luffy watches, periodically leaving for more food (you’ve stopped questioning how he does it at this point). Luffy eventually announces his departure – citing his hunger as the reason, which Ace knows means that he cleaned them out again.

And just like that, you and Ace are back to being alone.

Some of the tension from earlier bubbles its way back up to the surface, and it’s clear that the both of you feel it too. Even after forcing the energy to go away it still lingers; it’s background radiation now. Despite your feelings, both of you are pretending that you’re “just friends.”

Ace is the first to break the silence, offering you something to drink (scolding himself for forgetting to do so earlier). Luffy might eat all their food but he knows better than to drink all their alcohol/but at least he leaves the booze alone. You gratefully accept his offer.

However, you were not prepared for what watching him use a bottle opener would do for you/would awaken in you. Why the fuck is that sexy when he does it? You feel insane. It is not normal to have that reaction and it is definitely not normal to feel that way about a friend. The problem is worse than you thought, you have to nip it in the bud. Have you seen his arms? Dear lord. Even your thoughts betray you. Annoyingly, you can’t stop imagining the feeling of his lips.

The worst part is he’s none the wiser for it, but you intend to keep it that way. You beat the horny demon back with a stick (insert bonk meme). With some effort you are finally able to force the thoughts away at least for the time being. Once you return to normal, you realize he’s talking to you.

“-- I don’t know how he did it. He used to suck at that game and whine every time he lost, I can’t believe he wiped the floor with us.” You’re quick to catch onto the fact that he’s talking about Luffy’s insane winning streak

“I wasn’t expecting it either. Last time we played this at game night he was pretty bad at it. It’s crazy how fast he turned that around,” you say, slipping into the conversation as if you were attentive the whole time.

~~~~~~

“You’ve never seen it?” Ace questions, eyes wide. After getting some food delivered, the two of you had gotten onto the topic of your favorite movies and you have never seen his favorite. You confirm again that you don’t know the movie. He shakes his head, “That ain’t right, we gotta fix this.” A chuckle leaves your lips, but you don’t protest. Ace is already pulling the film up when he pauses and checks the time, “Ah shit, it’s getting late. D’ya think you have time for a movie?” he questions with a hopeful gaze.

Checking your phone, you determine you have at least a couple more hours before you’d get uncomfortable walking home. “I got the time,” you say and watch as a faint smile blossoms on his lips – the very lips you were staring at earlier, dying to kiss. 

Calm down, you scold yourself.

“Okay, wait right there,” he says before dashing away sporting a childish grin. God, he is not helping your cause. He runs into the kitchen and moments later you hear the hum of a microwave. First you were horny and now you’re acting like you’re in high school. You need to pull yourself together. His footsteps pad off to somewhere else but you are no longer paying attention to him, at least you’re trying really hard not to. 

The description of the movie starts to look real interesting, you read and reread it until you can think straight. By the time that happens, Ace is already on his way back with a big bowl of popcorn and a comforter, shutting off lights as he goes.

After setting down the popcorn on the table, Ace plops onto the couch. “Come closer, I don’t bite,” he teases, lifting up the edge of the thick blanket. “Unless you want me to,” he winks, it could just be the lighting but his eyes seem darker than before. Your breath catches momentarily at the insinuation before a chuckle runs through you and you scoot over to join him underneath the blanket. 

Now satisfied that you’re all settled he presses play and promises you a cinematic masterpiece. It's hard for you to focus on it at first (or anything really), especially when you realize how close you are to him. In reality, you’re not much closer than you were playing video games, but under a blanket it somehow felt different.

It doesn’t take long before the story draws you in, pulling you away from your confusing thought processes. Ace, however, did not account for how distracting you would be. Oftentimes he found himself watching your reactions to what was happening more than the movie itself. He wants to think that it’s because he knows it so well he doesn’t need to look to know what’s happening, but that’s not true. 

Not too long after the film started you catch Ace looking at you. “What?” you question with a laugh. He silently dismisses your question with a smile, turning his attention back to the screen. Shrugging it off you do the same. 

Forcing himself to look at the TV instead of you turns out to be a good idea. This way you can no longer distract him. Ace falls back into the familiar storyline, getting absorbed by it. 

A little bit past the halfway mark of the film you start to grow sleepy. At some point you got even closer together, now you can feel his body heat radiating off of him. Your eyelids are getting heavy. His smell is oddly comforting, between his blanket and the source the scent envelopes you. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open so much that you don’t even notice when you give in to the exhaustion.

A weight falls on Ace’s shoulder out of nowhere. It doesn’t take him long to realize what it is or rather who it is. He’s ready to tease you about it too but his heart melts hearing your soft rhythmic breaths and seeing the peaceful look on your face. He isn’t sure what to do, but he is pretty sure that it follows the cat rule; he is now stuck there until you wake up.

Ace tries to go back to the movie, but he is hyper aware of your head on his shoulder. With nowhere to go and no way to escape you he is forced to face how he feels about you.

In all honesty, you confuse him (to put it bluntly). 

You’re friends, he knows that. Yet he wants more - at least he thinks he does. This doesn’t feel like it’s strictly platonic, there’s too much chemistry for that. Shit, he nearly kissed you not even three full hours ago. Troubling enough, he still wants to, and he has for a while now.

 Ace tries to figure out what you are to him - what he wants you to be to him – but he can’t quite make sense of it. He’s never really wanted someone like this before and that scares him. Your dynamic is something right outside of his familiarity, he understands most of it but there’s some parts that are confusing.

He knows that he thinks you’re hot, and if earlier meant anything he’s pretty sure you find him attractive too. That part he understands. He also gets the whole friendship thing. What he doesn’t understand is why you using him as a pillow makes him so happy. Why did his heart race when you sent him back songs asking him to coffee? And most of all what the hell possessed him to tell you about his family?

Back at the cafe you had gotten to talking about your childhoods, which prompted you to ask him about his family. The question was innocent enough, it was clear that you just wanted to get to know him, but it came with baggage you couldn't have possibly known about. He normally doesn’t like talking about it but he felt comfortable with you for some reason. Some information about it he felt comfortable enough to share with you freely. He told you about his mother, the neighbor who had offered him refuge when he needed it. Hell, he even touched on Dadan and his life before his brothers. Then you asked about his dad. Once again you had no idea of how the topic of the man leaves a bitter taste in Ace’s mouth. As soon as you noticed how uncomfortable he was, you completely switched the subject. You did it naturally too, like you were trying to cover up the fact that you were giving him an out. You were so quick to bail him out of a conversation he wasn’t comfortable with. It made him like you more, trust you more too, enough that he was willing to circle back to the topic.  He has been pushing the boundaries of what he’s comfortable with sharing already, so what’s a little bit more he reasoned to himself. Also, with how well the two of you get along, you were probably going to find out about it eventually. “I don’t talk to my father,” Ace stated emotionlessly, jumping head first into it during a lull in your conversation. You were clearly surprised by him bringing it back up, but you let him talk. “I’ve actually never met the man and never want to. I could if I did, I know where he is and how to reach him, but I have no desire to have anything to do with him,” a hint of bitterness seeps into his tone, contradicting the indifference he exhibited earlier. “Why?” your voice was small, the question seemed to have slipped out of your mouth before you could stop it, when you registered you had said it you clamped your hand over your mouth. “Ummm,” Ace hesitated, “he’s in prison, like famously so,” he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, no longer keeping eye contact. You could tell that he was debating whether he wanted to continue or not and you reminded him that he doesn’t have to tell you anything. That only strengthened his resolve. “I took my mom’s last name to not be associated with him. It’s funny that I’ve never had any contact with him and he still managed to fuck up my life,” he said with a half hearted laugh. He wasn’t entirely sure if he had the courage to tell you his name, but he ripped that bandaid off regardless, “His name’s Gol D. Roger.”  Your eyes widened in surprise. Of course you knew the name, he braced himself for impact, or questions at least, but it never came. Instead, he got a look of confusion from you, “You didn’t do any of it so I don’t really care who he is.” Your reaction reminded him a lot of Luffy’s when they were kids, maybe that’s why he felt safe telling you. “Sorry about not having a dad though,” you said, catching him off guard. He snorted, but in the way that coffee ended up going down the wrong pipe and in his nose. “Oh my god, are you okay,” you laughed. Ace responded with a weak thumbs up and you pat him on the back until he got his breathing back under control. 

Ace tries to think back on the day as a whole, but he keeps coming back to that moment. He couldn’t figure out what that moment alone means, let alone all of the other things too.

He has virtually no experience with romantic relationships, in fact they are so foreign to him that the thought of one doesn’t even cross his mind. He’s racking his brain to try and come up with an answer. The closest thing he can come up with is a friends with benefits situation. He’s done it before and it has worked (granted it has also failed miserably), but is it even worth the risk?

While he knows he’d be down for it, Ace has no clue if that is something you’d even consider. For all he knows you could be in a relationship. Fuck, what if you’re already seeing someone. He’s never asked, he’s never even thought to. This idea could be dead in the water already. Plus you’re probably not interested in him anyways.

Even if there is something between you two, Ace knows better than to make a move on you (despite how much he kinda wants to). You’re too entwined in his life at the moment for that to be a good idea. For starters you work at the place he now will have regular gigs at. And not simply work there but you are on the production team meaning you’d have regular contact. Not only that, but you’re one of Luffy’s good friends. He heard all about you before he even knew he was gonna meet you (Luffy called Ace a LOT while he was away, keeping him updated on his life in almost excruciating detail). If things were to get messy his brother would be stuck in the middle of it all, and Ace doesn’t want to do that to him. On the other hand, because you are so entwined in his life, will he even be able to hold himself back?

You just got into his life and he already likes having you around so he wouldn’t want to spoil that either. Friends is probably all it could be – friends who find each other hot, sure, but friends nonetheless. But why doesn’t that sit right with him?

~~~~~~

Not long after you leave, while he’s picking up (mostly after Luffy), Ace hears keys in the door. Sabo’s home. Honestly he didn’t even realize he was gone. 

“Where were you?” Ace asks his brother as he enters their shared apartment. In all honesty his brother’s unusual absence slipped his mind.

“How was your day?” Sabo questions, ignoring him entirely. Ace does not like the way he said that, like he knows something. Nevermind that he rarely asks that in the first place.

“You first,” Ace stands his ground. 

Sabo sighs but gives in, “I got dinner with Luffy then we went to his place.” Knowing he was with Luffy, Ace suddenly understands his tone earlier. There is no way that Luffy didn’t tell him about your presence, the kid isn’t exactly known for keeping his mouth shut. He now knows exactly where this conversation is headed and that there is no escaping it. Ace sighs in defeat, bracing himself for the interrogation. 

“You like her, don’t you?” Sabo smiles, no longer under the pretense of asking about his day. Ace, annoyingly, has to hold back a blush, he just hopes the tips of his ears aren’t betraying him by turning red. 

“I mean, kinda. She’s a friend, y’know,” Ace tries, really just wanting to get out of this. Sabo levels Ace a look, clearly not buying it. “I don’t know what you want from me,” he caves.

“You know you can’t lie to me, why are you trying,” Sabo says. 

“I’m not, she’s just a friend,” Ace insists, he knows full well that he is, he just wishes that it was the truth and that these weird feelings he’s having would go away. At least that would make things a hell of a lot easier. Going for you is a bad idea and he knows it. He just wishes he wasn’t looking for/craving trouble.

Sensing that Sabo didn’t believe him, he gives in, “Fine, I think I like her, I don’t know. It’s weird plus it’s a bad idea. Also no way she goes for me, but still.” Unspeaking, Sabo prompts Ace to continue. Annoyingly, he realizes that talking this through is probably going to help. Ace makes his way to the small dining table they have in the living room with a heavy sigh. When he looks back at his brother, he looks more vulnerable. 

“I fucking told her about my dad, Sabo” Ace confesses, hands running through his hair. Sabo’s eyes widen in surprise, it looks like it’s even more than he (and Koala, his long term girlfriend, who knows all about this) thought. The blond takes the seat next to him waiting for him to continue. Ace is fiddling with his hands. 

“I’m not even sure why I told her,” Ace starts, fiddling with his hands. “She didn’t even care, no comments, no questions, no nothing,” Ace looks Sabo in the eyes, conveying things that he doesn’t even understand yet. Sabo is well aware of how Ace has been treated due to his biological father, he has witnessed it first hand, right away he knows how big of a deal this is to him.

Ace’s tone and body language shift away from the earlier vulnerability, “But nothing’s gonna happen. It’s all platonic. She’s just really easy to talk to.” He isn’t sure who he is trying to convince, Sabo or himself.

Understanding that he wants to drop the dad topic (even if they’re brothers it isn’t something he loves to talk about) Sabo grows mischievous. “And hot too, right?” he teases.

Ace’s head snaps to him, freaked out that he can tell that. How does he know that? The question is implied. Sabo laughs, accomplishing his goal with Ace’s deer in the headlights look, he’d love to leave it there but he chooses to explain further, “After the party, when you got home, you would not shut up about her. Your ass was hovering over the toilet talking about the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. I should’ve recorded it, it was embarrassing.”

“Bastard,” Ace scoffs, but his face is inflamed.

“It got pretty graphic too,” Sabo goes on, completely ignoring Ace’s comment in favor of imitating some of the things that he said until Ace’s face was bright red. 

“Shut up!” Ace protests, he is so glad you’re not here to see this, but Sabo continues mocking him.

“I almost left you alone to choke and die,” Sabo laughs, right now Ace is kinda wishing he did.

A notification from Ace’s phone pulls him from the conversation (thankfully). It’s a text from you. Sabo also knows it’s a text from you, he can tell by the way Ace is looking at his phone. This is just proving his point, the one he danced around because, knowing his brother, leading him to a conclusion works so much better than telling him point blank.

There’s not anything more he can do so Sabo leaves for his room. Oh wait, he learned something. “Hey Ace,” Sabo calls out from behind the cover of his door (just in case), successfully getting his attention. “She’s single by the way,” he continues wiggling his brows. 

“Shut up,” the protest from Ace is weak, his attention clearly back on whatever you were saying. 

this one got messed up, pretend those heart hands are at the bottom

BONUS:

they both wingmaning ace independently tbh

we were so close to escaping the y/n curse but then the texts came and i couldn’t figure a way out of it

a/n: so about the bottle opener thing…. i can explain… arms 🤤 ngl i forgot i put that in there until i was "proofreading"

in my headcanon the video game was super smash bros (v silly of me to have a hc about something i wrote)

btw someone needs to stop me there is a slim (large) chance that im gonna make reader have a drunk tattoo (nothing bad probably like doodlebob or a random shape) jus for a joke that isn't really funny

i literally i too much to say i'm making a whole debrief for this 😭

thank you for reading ily 💕

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[xiuminscheeks]

WOOO new ep yet again :D and im on time too! Last ask i sent was a couple days after the ep aired, cos it took me a while to get round to watching it 😅 anyway ok so:

-How did mr lee get away w that. How did mr jin just accept him pulling a sword on him like WHAT sldjksk. in what world would he not be terrified or at least concerned. Or call for help or something? He just walks off????

Then when he does bring it up its like ahhh he just seemed kinda off yknow? LIKE YEAH he threatened to kill you with a fucking sword in his hand T.T

-GIRL cover your mouth when you cough...

-The snuggling is so soft goddamit, and im a sucker for a sick character being gently taken care of >.< theyre so endlessly sweet ARGH i need someone to cuddle. Where is a guy supposed to find a man like eunwoo in this economy tho. Sigh

-Please..PLEASE cover your mouth when you cough i beg. The whole lot of them theyre just as bad as each other help

-Yul: "ah with your superior instincts youve sensed theyre dating 😌 theyve been trying to keep it a secret, so keep quiet please 😉"

Min ji: "😐"

Yul: *silently, but with a lot of emotion* "..fuck"

-FUCK YEAH MORE HISTORICAL FLASHBACKS!!!!

-Are we finally gonna get the backstory... i bet its gonna be a misunderstanding plot how much do we wanne bet its a miscommunication plot. They've set up mr lee/mountain spirit too kindly to have him be a full villain i feel. Like they show an equal amount of moments that paint him in a positive light to ones that portray him as a villain. So its gotta be something like a miscommunication plot or a 'redeemed at the final moment of death' or some shit, i can feel it.. (and if im wrong. Well fuck me lol)

-Aw even back in time they were fucking adorable. But I have to say the mountain spirit romance plot takes the cake this episode for me, the tsundere storyline always wins 😔 im easy to please,,, now if only they couldve stayed happy on the mountain with the puppy kid T.T altho it feels weird when translated to the modern day cos while she was a married woman in the flashback shes a whole student in present day 💀

-But i am endlessly charmed by the mountain spirit and his pretty brown eyes and his trying so hard not to get attached to the fragile mortals <3 Also i think i reaallllly vibe with the historical aspect so ill pick up a historical drama from your list next (i still havent started another one yet sksjsk)

-My misunderstanding plot theory gains momentum! Mountain spirit looked away for literally the exact second she got stabbed and just assumes it was the dude like. I mean i get it but gAHHhhh!!

-Now now mountain spirit. Step away from the dog. Please dont kill the dOG-.... Ah.. Too late ... (unrelated but why is the vet sleeping at the animal hospital sksjsj? Protestant work ethic strikes again)

-So anyway this episode was made just to make me fall deeper in love with mr mountain spirit 😔 and im really looking forward to confict and confrontations next episode >:] (also thank you for the new recs!!! Ive added them to my list ^.^)

- 🌱

henlo! its always so fun reading your asks!!!!

pls, the coughing with the mouth open had me so mad afsfgsg i cant stand that. at least we got cute ass snuggling tho, so I felt better

the flashbacks had beautiful cinematography and we finally got some answers! the mountain spirit is cute :( he really has such pretty puppy eyes.

I agree that something major happened when he looked away. my theory is that she shaman girl will remember what really happened and let him know, and end that 200 year beef.

also, I'm pretty sure that the uncle wont die. I feel like he wll return to his human form, cause the mountain spirit will break the curse.

2 more days for the new ep!!

[valleynix]

I am so late 😭 as much as I love how massive the chapters are I struggle to find the energy to go through such big text that requires of me to use my brain 😔 But here we go 🏃🏻‍♂️

1. Have mercy over the poor Bela 😭 She can't get any of Reader because everyone is constantly interrupting her and now THIS 😭

2. YOU NEED TO STOP HURTING ME.

But if she built it when she was a human that was a brave move to rearrange Alcina's library.

3. "Your company is better on lonesome nights."

:') my eyes are sweating

4. Idk if you ever seen it but it reminds me of that one scene in the movie "Annihilation" when there was a mutated bear that after it ate(?) a person it mimicked their voice (I mean it hardly sounded human but still) calling for help.

Both are extremely disturbing.

5. Can they shut the fuck up.

To summarise the experience of this chapter:

6. I love how Luantic begins to find comfort in Reader and they can have someone other than Miranda :( and that Reader starts to care about Lunatic. (and pls the scene when the bird Lunny lies down besides Reader and watches over the door :'))

Also I trust this little (big) traumatised bird with my life and Watcher is becoming more and more sus🤨

7. I don't have the brain to think further about what the hell happened with that strange creature chasing Reader😭 But since Dimis kinda have the beasty side of them, like when Dani or Bela are out for blood not caring about who they attack, maybe it was Reader's? Since Lunatic told them they weren't responsible for hurting Dimis this time. Idk.

8. ALSO THE WHOLE SCENE WITH MIRANDA HELLO??? HAVEN'T I CRIED ENOUGH? ??

They called her mother and her brain got an error and she went soft for a hot moment there before it was all ruined 😔 but that's gonna keep me delusional, I WANT HER FIXED I WANT THIS MESSED UP FAMILY OF BIRDS TO BE HAPPY PLEASE.

I love her too much to give up on her character 😭

9. I can barely make sense of the things that just happened there 😭 but I do like the chapter and the changes that occurred. I was crying and screaming, it was both sweet and painful.

LISTEN i want y’all to take care of yourselves first ‼️ as much as i love the analyses of these chapters, your health comes first <33

BUT ALSO WAS VERY EXCITED WHEN I GOT THIS NOTIF- onto the replies >:3

1. Bela genuinely cannot catch a break LMAO 😭 but she’ll have her time in upcoming chapters, perhaps the next one?? but that scene was lowkey really funny to write

2. MWAHAHA. and she did build it when she was human; just doesn’t remember ever doing it, but her sisters do and had kept it preserved for her :D i don’t think Alcina would have minded, since she had already considered Daniela her kid pre-experiment

3. MY BABIES I LOVE THEM

4. I HAVE SEEN THAT MOVIE- honestly forgot about it until you mentioned it but i can see the resemblance. that thing scared me for like a week straight i won’t lie 😭

5. i see some Watcher haters in the chat ‼️

6. Lunatic really does deserve to have someone that’s able to comfort and understand them :( and it’s good that it happens to be Reader who, despite all they’ve done, still finds room for them in their heart </3

7. this is a very good guess :3 i can’t quite say what it was just yet, as it would likely ruin the Surprise, but i like this theory hehehehe

8. THERE IS STILL HOPE FOR HER ‼️ i love Miranda dearly and while she IS the villain of this story, even Lunatic got a redemption, so… we shall see :) i think the family of fucked up birds deserves to be happy after all of this

9. IM REALLY GLAD YOU LIKED IT!! i apologize that is took me a hot second to get to this (work was very busy 😔), but reading your thoughts and reactions was enough to make my day a lot better :D <33 !!

[maximotts]

𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 (𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡) 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑡 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓 & 𝑛. 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: well well well... here we are... all I can say is please don't yell at me for where I had to cut this fic. It just makes the most sense for everything that happens. If you only care about the smut and not the reconciliation of emotions, you'll want to wait for tomorrow's part! I am once again asking that people pls not yell at me for this, I promise you're getting literally 11 pages of smut in pt. 7 tomorrow!

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; D/S dynamics; emotional submission; smutty intentions/leadup; yelling/ loud conflict; physical intimidation; coercion; Wanda being at her fucking limit with Natasha's bs; a lil gaslighting; the typical red flags that come with these ladies convincing R not to be scared of their behavior, but also a lot of emotions because Natasha loves her wife.. what a simp

summary: Private Hire AU; Natasha knows Wanda isn't one to be messed with. That does nothing to stop her from doing so- or bringing you along with her. But Wanda won't stand for it.

words: 3.6K

private hire au. || main masterlist.

The next day was hard, Wanda hitting you with pointed glares from the time you stepped out of your bedroom and following you all the way down the hallway. It was terrible to feel her eyes on you in such a way; she’d stared at you before, but never with so much contempt and the embarrassed guilt was eating you alive. Natasha unfortunately was too pleased with herself to help you make Wanda feel better; any mention of it was met with a mildly irritated scoff. As much as she said Wanda would get over it, you knew Natasha was still trying to get over the hurt her neglected dinner brought. 

This time though, Natasha brought you into their domestic spat and you figured you could end it. You saw Wanda in the kitchen, back against the counter, eyes fixed on the dirty pot that once held Natasha’s Valentine’s Day gift. She didn’t look particularly upset in that moment, more contemplative, and you hoped that just maybe if you found just the right words, Wanda would listen to what you had to say. No matter how many ways you rationalized it to yourself though, the situation scared you. “Hey uhm.. Wanda?”

Wanda snapped from her thoughts and instantly her brow furrowed again, a deep scowl set on her soft features. “What do you want?”

It stung, but at least it wasn’t a full rejection. She was waiting impatiently for your answer, like she couldn’t wait to be rid of you and never before had you longed harder for Wanda’s constant need to be around you. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have-”

“Stop. I don’t care.” Your face was puzzled, clearly she cared. You didn’t have the mental energy to deal with two stubborn women, but you didn’t know why you ever expected anything else. Just as you were about to offer a rebuttal, she raised a hand and with the slight shake of her hand you knew she was struggling not to physically shut you up. “I said, I don’t want to hear it. Take the hint and walk away.”

It was taking everything in Wanda not to fully snap at you, trying desperately to reign herself in. Her anger was with both of you, but mostly Natasha. She knew what an asshole she was being; her wife had taken advantage of her absence to hit her right where she knew it would hurt, meddling just enough to annoy her without breaking any of their established rules. Wanda just hated that you’d been too blind to see through it.

Your concern for Wanda loomed large, but self-preservation kept you quiet. There wasn’t another word between you two before you walked away, but Wanda had never been this upset with you and although your heart was heavy, you knew to give the brunette her space.

The day went on like that, Wanda isolating herself while you chose to stay around Natasha, hoping that if something else did happen, at least you’d have her to hopefully back you up. Of course Natasha took great pride in this, using every opportunity she could to whisper naughty promises in your ear as she passed or pinch you so you yelped. Each time you were sure even if you couldn’t see Wanda, she’d seen the two of you and when Natasha made a big show of deciding to sleep in your room, you were shocked the door didn’t fall off of its hinges with how hard Wanda slammed it. That night you were sure Wanda was going to kill you; there was no way she didn’t hear the desperate noises Natasha pulled from you when her hands went roaming.

“You really are a squirmy one, aren’t you?” 

“It’s your fault…” you shuddered, Natasha licking a lewd trail up the column of your throat. If it was just the two of you, maybe you’d have let your eyes flutter closed. But Wanda was glaring daggers into the display her wife was putting on with you from across the couch and you were scared she was seconds away from actually stabbing you both. If it was up to you, you would’ve apologized by now and really you did try, but after yesterday’s confrontation in the kitchen you figured only time could make Wanda come around. You feared that time may never come if Natasha didn’t take an hour off from tormenting the brunette. The couch felt so big, but so small— with one lunge Wanda could be on you both and while you didn’t know exactly what she was capable of, it was too hard to guess. 

The tension was killing you, yes, but mostly you missed Wanda. She’d never been this mad at you, especially not for this long and despite how often Natasha whispered reassurances that she’d never let Wanda actually hurt you, it was torture not to be able to curl up to her how you’d gotten used to. “Natasha, when are you going to get tired of being so insufferable? I’m bored.”

The redhead scoffed, putting her head atop yours to peer over at her wife. “Right after you get tired of being a stubborn child-” It didn’t take long for them to switch languages, something they only did when they didn’t want you to hear a conversation or if their emotions were running dangerously high. Part of you wished it was the first option, but you knew better. 

Natasha came back first, only to bring you back to the center of attention, “You can’t be upset over what happens when you refuse to come home. We had a lovely Valentine’s Day and you were welcome to join us.” She pulled you further onto her lap and as she put more distance between you and your other boss, you didn’t miss the small twitch of Wanda’s hand as she struggled not to reach out for you. Even though she resisted, your heart fluttered that on some level, she wasn’t completely done with you.

“You can’t be upset when I don’t show up for a surprise!” Wanda sat up straighter now, having exhausted the last of her patience seeing not only Natasha so damn smug all weekend, but also how you cowered into her when she dared shift closer. Like you were scared of her. Frustration, hurt, and envy had her seeing green and she wanted whatever this weekend had turned into over.

“How dare you call me a child when you’re the one who can’t even bring herself to say she got her feelings hurt because I had to take care of something and didn’t magically know you’d planned dinner!”  Wanda crept closer as she yelled, her uncharacteristically loud voice echoing through the large living room. “You are rarely romantic and it’s never on some stupid marketing holiday; I couldn’t have known any better so get the fuck over it!” She was close enough that you felt her looming over you, could see her intensity up close. It took everything in you not to take your chances with leaping off the couch and fleeing the room— but then her head bent to look at you. 

“And you,” If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear you saw actual fire behind those eyes. “I don’t even want to look at you right now. Do I treat you so terribly that when I leave for one week, I come back to you begging my wife to fuck you? Are you really that stupid to not know what she was doing?” A glance away let you take in her shaking shoulders, the definition of seething mad. 

While Wanda was tense with rage, you were equally so— with fear. Reasoning with her was hard, but you’d done it before. Never with something this big, but maybe if you could just explain- “I’m not! I mean, I didn’t-”

“Shut up, I’m talking.” Oh.

Natasha tried to put distance between the two of you, trading places so you sat on the other side of her. To her, this was nothing. She could handle Wanda in any mood, but some were more dangerous than others and this was one you had no hope of solving. “Wands, don’t-”

“I said, Be. Quiet.” Wanda grabbed you before Natasha could stop her, blunt nails digging into your soft flesh without a singular care for how you cried out. On instinct you reared back, but to no avail; as small as Wanda looked, she was too strong for you to pry off. Your eyes darted from your stinging forearm to Wanda’s unwavering glare; the only action you could take was to whimper. “If she wants to be a traitorous little slut then I’m going to treat her like one.”

“Wanda. Stop it. Now.” It was rare Natasha came between Wanda and the object of her irritation, having learned early on it only pissed her off further as well as put herself in the line of fire, but this -whatever Wanda was thinking- was too much. Natasha wouldn’t let you get hurt for her mistakes, especially knowing how much Wanda would regret scaring you any further. Enamored with her as you were, there were always limits. 

You didn’t know when tears started falling down your face, but as Natasha successfully wrenched Wanda’s grip loose, the first thing you did was try and hide any evidence of them. It wasn’t working, emotions overwhelming you still as you choked on a sob. Through blurry eyes you could see Natasha standing bent at the waist in front of Wanda, their faces inches apart while the redhead held her angry wife down with a calmness you could never hope to have. “You are out of control and I’ve had it. Calm down.”

No matter how she struggled, Natasha was stronger than Wanda and with her arms stuck to her sides on the couch, all she could do was snarl out her rage. “I’m not the one trying to upset her spouse because she’s sad! I’ve had just about enough of you.” Wanda gave you a quick once over that made you feel small as a mouse, but as she turned to do the same to Nat, the older woman didn’t even flinch. 

“If you think jumping in her bed and putting on disgusting displays of affection as if I’m not right here is going to make me forgive you, Natalia, you’re pitifully wrong.” You’d never regretted a lapse in judgment more in your life. If you could take your after dinner dalliance with Natasha back, you would in an instant, no matter how good it felt. You hadn’t known you were doing anything wrong, certainly not that Wanda would take it so heavily, but Natasha knew. Whatever she did set Wanda off so pointedly, it couldn’t have been a mistake. Natasha had plotted and poked until she hit just the nerve she wanted to with Wanda, some piece of her she hadn’t shared with you yet. 

Lack of knowledge left you powerless to fix this mess; thankfully Natasha had just figured it out. Wanda’s words made the last piece click and instantly, the typically stubborn woman felt regret stab her through the heart. “Is that it? Did you feel neglected?”

When Wanda’s only response was to huff and look away, Natasha’s suspicions were confirmed. She’d stopped fighting, now hopefully she’d start listening. In all their years together, Nat knew there was no use trying to apologize until she identified the problem. It took time and sometimes her actions made things a little worse before they got better, but it was always worth it. 

Natasha hadn’t apologized immediately because, at that moment, she wasn’t sorry. By the time she realized Wanda wasn’t going to let this go with a passing insult and temporary cold shoulder, she was too annoyed with her to understand where Wanda’s irritation stemmed from. Instead she threw salt in the wound, continuing to use you as a pawn in her selfish game, daring Wanda to challenge her. Natasha got the fight she sought, but it wasn’t shallow or fun like she thought; Wanda was acting out of genuine hurt and scaring you in the process; that was never her goal. “Did you come home, see us at the table and think we’d forgotten about you?”

You were in disbelief as Wanda stayed silent, her tense posture slumping as Natasha exposed her true feelings. How she’d gotten all of that from Wanda’s silent treatment turned spiteful outburst, you didn’t know, but you were grateful. Between feeling helpless and frightened, your mind had barreled towards the worst, fearing your actions were unforgivable in your boss’ vengeful eyes. Still, when you saw her now, Wanda wasn’t angry; she was sad. “I missed you, Wanda…I’m sorry I hurt your feelings.”

She didn’t look at you, but she didn’t snap either. It was better than last time you’d said something to her a few minutes ago; you’d take any bit of progress at this point. But Natasha wanted better, “What do we say when people apologize, Wanda?” 

“Don’t do it again.” The redhead sighed, but gave Wanda a kiss to the forehead anyways. Wanda could hold onto anger like no other, but speaking to you was a sign she was at least on her way to letting it go. That was more than she could say for how some people had fared. You’d be alright, Natasha would work on it.

“Fine… You know I love you?” Natasha’s voice was lower now, quiet enough for her words to clearly be for her wife alone; you felt as if you were spying. When she kissed her properly it was sweet and slow; when Natasha pulled away, Wanda went with her until her restrained arms kept her down. “I shouldn’t have pushed you so far, that wasn’t right. I love you, I’m sorry.”

You had a feeling that would be the only time you ever heard Natasha Romanoff apologize for anything, especially with such vulnerability. The words were simple but effective, Wanda letting out a deep breath you were sure she had to have been holding in since she first laid eyes on you in the dining room. Nervous hands were freed soon after Natasha determined Wanda would no longer lash out, but despite her calmer demeanor, you still flinched away when she reached out for you.

The action stung, you’d never refused her touch before; the last thing she wanted was to leave you truly afraid. Wanda knew her emotions tended to get the best of her sometimes; Natasha, rock steady as she was, acknowledged it and loved her, outbursts and all. But there was nothing in your arrangement that said you had to be the same and she never wanted to keep you from fear alone. 

Wanda knew that fear all too well; she’d never wish such cruelty on a treasured thing like you. She tried once more, offering a small apologetic smile, touching the hand closest to her. Words couldn’t express how relieved she was when you stayed still, gentle fingers now stroking over where your wrist dully throbbed. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of me now? I won’t hurt you, love.”

So many responses swirled in your head, trying to decide whether to silence that internal warning bell and listen to Wanda or to run away. You couldn’t bring yourself to give up her soothing touch on your red skin. When Natasha encouraged you forward and you followed until Wanda successfully brought you into a warm embrace, you were sure you picked the right choice. “I should’ve been better and waited, I’m sorry.”

“I know you’re sorry. I left Natasha in charge and you were just doing what you were told, weren’t you?” Wanda felt your nod more than saw it, once again narrowing her focus at her wife who just rolled her eyes. When she looked your way this time, it was with her typical tender ways, cuddling you close in apology for her earlier behavior. She’d missed holding you while she was away, had been looking forward to it every day since she left, now she was two days overdue and intent on soothing any lingering hesitation. “But I’m still your favorite? You’re still my darling little dove?”

“Of course, mommy,” The title slipped out before you could fix it, but Wanda didn’t comment on it. Instead she chose to leave kisses everywhere she could reach and while she covered your cheeks in lipstick smudges, you wondered if she was just trying to make up for lost time or outdo the number Natasha had given you over the weekend. Either way, it left you blushing terribly. 

Natasha sat next to Wanda, enjoying the calm after the storm that was Wanda. She let Wanda take her time with ensuring your comfort; that was as important as anything. After the two of you had settled, Wanda burying her face in your hair while you contently snuggled in her lap, Natasha gingerly guided the brunette’s head away with two fingers until Wanda had her eyes on her. “This is very sweet, but I can’t just forget your outburst, sweetheart. You were completely out of line, no matter how upset you were.” Wanda pouted, mildly disappointed her quick change of attitude hadn’t let her off the hook. That didn’t stop her from at least attempting to plead her case.

“In my defense, I was gone all week and you haven’t been very kind since I came home…” Whatever she was trying to get out of, Natasha wasn’t budging, shaking her head as her thumb stroked Wanda’s cheek. It always felt foreign watching Natasha wield control over a woman who always exerted that same power over you; so far, you’d only seen it a handful of times, but you’d never been this involved before. 

Natasha chuckled at Wanda’s excuse; it wasn’t one of the better ones she’d come up with over the years. Maybe another time she’d let it go, but Natasha knew her wife and despite her apologies, Wanda was in desperate need of a reprieve from her own head. Another problem she’d become an expert in remedying. This one, thankfully, was a lot more fun for everyone involved. “I’ll be as kind as you need, Wanda. Then you can still enjoy part of your ‘stupid marketing holiday’ gift with all the attention you’re too stubborn to ask for.”

“It can’t be that easy. You never play fair, Tash,” Wanda whimpered, her grip on your waist loosening in favor of leaning into Natasha’s touch. She wasn’t stupid; she knew Natasha wouldn’t give up what she wanted without making her work for it in some way. With you being here too, she was sure to make a show of it; if there was one thing her two loves had bonded over it was their love of her— especially of seeing Wanda fall victim to Natasha’s schemes. 

This wasn’t just a reward for Wanda; in her distress, she’d gone overboard, scaring you in the process. Nat would put her through the wringer for that. But fuck, she needed to decompress, let herself go in the hands of the woman she loved and trusted more than anyone in the universe. Wanda nodded, accepting whatever night the redhead was so obviously concocting in her head, “Make it worth it, I’m still upset with you.”

“Aw kitten,” Wanda shivered at the petname, you felt it under your thighs as her own shifted and squeezed together, “it’s sweet that you think I care if you’re mad at me. You still need me to fuck you. If you didn’t, you’d be yelling my ears off right now.” She huffed, but didn’t move and Natasha knew she had her; she was as needy as Wanda was for this. The last few days had been frustrating and she was oh so eager to release all of her pent-up emotions. “It’s so much nicer when you realize I know best. I’ll take such good care of you, I always do.” 

Shock overtook you as Wanda didn’t protest, not even a squeak. Neither of them would ever let anyone else get away with the chaos they’d been inflicting on each other. From dinner to this moment, anyone else who treated Wanda anywhere close to how Natasha did or vice versa, would be buried in several places by now. Entranced was the closest word to how you watched the two of them interact, Wanda’s indignant pout disappearing as Natasha kissed her, the most miniscule of gestures seemingly rendering your typically authoritative boss with all of her guards lowered.

You jolted as Natasha’s free hand cupped your chin, bringing you back to the tempting reality playing out just a few inches away. “Am I in trouble too?”

“Oh no, dear one, not at all. I have a job for you. Think you’re up for it?” You were agreeing before she finished, not having the slightest idea how she intended to use you. It didn’t matter; you didn’t need a contract to sway you towards this particular task.

“Good choice.” Natasha gave your cheek an almost patronizing pinch, her devious smirk reminiscent of what you’d seen when she’d first pulled you into her dinner endeavor two days prior. 

Wanda pressed her nose into your neck, soft lips trailing over the thin skin of your throat. “You’ll enjoy yourself too, dove, I promise you that.” You hadn’t left the couch and already the two women surrounding you threatened to throw your brain into overdrive.  Something about today felt different though. This time wasn’t nearly as intimidating with Wanda having already agreed; there was no way you could land in trouble when she’d be right next to you. All you had to do was survive their instruction; you’ve done that before. Natasha already looked so proud of your consent and that smile made you feel invincible. “Do you want to see what a good girl my wife can be?”

[starkeysgrl]

Lost in Translation- Part Five

Synopsis: Peter and you were inseparable since you were kids, until you started hating each other right before you two went to college, but now Peter needs your help to win a bet.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Well... how do I put this... SMUT!!!! LIKE A LOT OF IT!!!! PLS IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING DO NOT READ IT! But if it is have fun! :)

And reblog please!!!!!

Prologue 1 2 3 4

‘’Alright, Lionel Richie.’’ You say giggling as Peter tickles your sides.

‘’Well, you know what? Just for that, I won’t be pulling out tonight!’’

‘’Pffft please, not even you believe in that.’’ Peter gasps and throws a pillow at you.

‘’HEY! You’re right. But still, just pretend I have self respect!’’ He giggles.

‘’Aw sure you do, Pete.’’ You sit up to look at him while playing with his curls. But you notice he gets all quiet. ‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter zones out for a moment.

‘’Mm? Yea yea I am. It’s just… it’s been so long since the last time you called me Pete.’’ He says while looking down and grinning, remembering all of the sweet memories you had together. And just for a moment you think that this might be not just a meaningless one night stand.

‘’Yea I missed that too.’’ He looks up, and smirks. Ready to tease you. ‘’And if you ever tell someone I ever said that, I’ll kill you.’’

‘’Don’t worry.’’ He giggles. ‘’It’s just me and you here.’’ he kisses the palm of your right hand. And suddenly you realize you two just make sense.

‘’Yea… That’s good.’’ Peter is the one to make the first move, hovering above you and making you lay down again, while softly caressing your cheek. ‘’God, if this a dream I’ll be really pissed off at anyone that wakes me up.’’ He giggles, before pulling you for a deep kiss.

‘’Same.’’ You pull on a few of his hair strings, which gets him moaning. You switch with Peter to get on top of him.

‘’Fuck c’mere.’’ He pulls you for another kiss. Wandering hands under your dress, close to where you need him, but not quite there yet. So you decide to take matters into your own hands, unzipping the dress yourself and throwing it somewhere on the floor. Peter groans when he realizes you took your bra off as well.

‘’God why the fuck did we not do this sooner?’’ Peter says while grabbing your ass and switching with you, so that he can be on top again, softly nibbling your skin.

‘’Because we’re very dumb.’’ You scratch his back, tugging on his shirt for him to take it off. He gets the hint, tossing it on the floor and pulling you by your waist for a heated kiss. But you stop him by putting your hands on his chest while sitting , making him stop.

‘’Wait! Are we really doing this?’’

‘’Only if you want to as well, I promise you I won’t be mad if you don’t wanna do this anymore and d-’’ Peter gets cut off by your lips on his in a matter of seconds.

‘’God you’re so cute.’’ You smile at Peter while unbuttoning his pants.

‘’Oh-OH ok so that’s a ‘’yes’’ I presume.’’ He helps you by standing up to untangle the pants from his ankles, throwing it at a random corner in your room.

‘’God, when did you get those thighs??’’ You say while shamelessly thirsting over the same boy you told your friends that could go to hell for all you cared for.

‘’Aw thanks! It was the Jane Fonda workout tutorial, of course. May has those for a while I guess and I-…’’ He bursts out laughing when he sees your confused face. ‘’But to be honest, I guess it was just a lot of workout.‘’ He jumps back on the bed, making you giggle when his hair tickles your belly while he lays there.

‘’But what about you? Are you opening a bakery or something?’’ You look confused at his very random question.

‘’What? Why?’’

‘’I don’t know, just all that cake in the back made me wonder.’’ You laugh so hard that Peter can feel it while laying on your stomach, it makes him grin like a kid at a candy store when he looks up and sees you all happy without a care in the world, and the best, he caused that.

‘’That was good, not gonna lie.’’ You run your fingers through his hair, making Peter look up before going to trail kisses down your belly and going up. He distributes hickeys all over your tits, sucking on them before kissing the sweet spot on your neck, stopping for a bit to finally look at you.

‘’God, you’re so hot.’’ He grabs your left thigh to pull you even closer before capturing your lips again, making you moan in delight.

‘’Mmm fuck, please take these off.’’ You guide his hand to the waistband of your panties.

‘’Only if you keep making that sound for me.’’ He kisses your cheek before pulling your panties down and kissing his way back down. You pull on his hair, eagerly waiting for his lips where you need him the most.

‘’Eager now huh?’’ He smirks before finally giving in and starting with a kiss on your clit. Seeing your reaction to his every touch has to be the best thing ever.

‘’I swear, if you keep teasing like that I’ll clench on your dick so hard you’ll cum in seconds.‘’ You feel him grinning before giving a small kitten lick from your entrance to your clit, letting his tongue flick it for a bit, enjoying you shivering under him.

‘’Fuck, you taste so good. Could easily spend all day eating this pussy.’’ He waits for your reaction to his dirty words, and just as you do he starts sucking on your clit. Who knew the boy who cried when you stumbled on his lego set had such a dirty mouth?

‘’Mmm FUCK, you’re so good Pete.’’ Your words make him suck even harder, making you breathless for a moment. Guess someone has a praise kink.

‘’Mmmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum.’’ You tug on his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to your heat.

‘’Cum for me, baby.’’ Peter doesn’t stop sucking even after your orgasm, making you have to pull on his hair to make him stop with the overstimulation.

‘’Fuck omg.’’ You laugh at the absurdity of this night, who knew you’d end up bringing the boy you’ve hating for years to your bed? And that he would make you cum like that?

‘’That good huh?’’ Peter smirks while looking at your post orgasmic face.

‘’Shut up.’’ You pull for a kiss, making you feel something hard on your thigh.

‘’Well apparently it wasn’t that good just for me.’’ You grab his hard on through his boxers.

‘’Fuck- You make it really hard to not get a boner when you moan my name like that.’’

‘’Stop, just come fuck me please.’’

‘’Yes miss!’’ Peter eagerly pulls his boxers down.

‘’Shit, you’re packed too?’’ You say while capturing Peter’s lips in a long and deep kiss, making your way towards his member and circling your thumb around the head.

‘’Fuck y/n/n, you’re so fucking good at this.’’ He purrs, closing his eyes for a bit.

‘’Can I suck you off?’’ You look at him with your sweet, doe, innocent eyes, and he’s sure that if he doesn’t get inside you in these next few minutes he might burst in your hand.

‘’Next time baby, I promise. Alright? Really need to get inside you.’’ He runs his fingers through your head, and for a moment you two forget that this was supposed to be just a one night stand.

‘’Ok.’’ You smile and give him a peck before laying back to your previous position. Peter is quick to get up, going towards his wallet in his pants and coming back to bed with a condom already on his dick.

‘’Are you ok?’’ Peter caresses your cheek, pulling you deep into the moment with just his eyes. Just for a second, you forget that this is just a meaningless one night stand and that the guy on top of you is not the same boy you met when you moved to that building in queens. You get lost in his eyes for a moment before touching his lips, wanting to savor this moment before you wake up to an empty bed in the morning. Peter is the one closing the space between you two, kissing your forehead before pushing himself inside you.

‘’Fuck, you feel so good.’’ Peter leans and whispers to you before starting thrusting very slowly. Is this some type of punishment? You decide to take matters into your own hands, pulling Peter deep inside you by wrapping your legs around his back. Peter lets out a breathless moan before smirking at you. When he sees how your eyes went darker he starts thrusting hard and fast. You bite your lip to hold back your moans, but Peter shakes his head in disapproval before leaning down to capture your lips so that he can hear your sweet sounds. But that’s not really enough for Peter. He wants all the dorms to know you’re his. Even if it’s just for tonight.

‘’C’mon baby, I know you can do better than that. Are you really not gonna let me hear those pretty sounds?’’ You shake your head no, and hide your face in his neck. Peter then whispers in your ear.

‘’Well, I guess I’m gonna have to make you let out those heavenly little sounds myself.’’ Peter lifts your hips and puts your pillow under. He smirks at you when he sees your eyes widening when you realize what he had in mind. Peter puts your left leg on his shoulder, and thrusts hard on THAT spot. But you keep biting back your moans.

Some knowledge from when you two used to tell each other everything ran through his mind, you used to say it turned you on when guys grabbed your thighs during sexy times. So he does exactly that, pulling you even closer to where you two meet and leaving just the tip in before manhandling you on his dick like you weigh nothing.

‘’FUCK, Pete! Oh my god!’’ You now have your nails scratching Peter’s back, while he has the biggest grin ever. ‘’You’re so much better at this than I imagined. Fuckkkk’’ You arch your back, making Peter hit impossibly deeper. ‘’Mmmm please don’t stop, Pete! You’re so good at this!’’ Your endless praise makes Peter go feral. Knowing you had thought about this too just made this night the best of Peter’s life.

‘’Y/n, baby, I thought about this more times than I can remember.’’ He lets out a giggle before going to nip your neck.

‘’Mmmm fuck, I’m gonna cum!’’ You let out the most pornographic moan ever, surprising yourself and Peter.

‘’Cum for me, I’m- fuck, close too’’ You tight your muscles around him, letting yourself go and triggering his climax too. Peter falls on you, little drops of sweat on his forehead and his messy curly hair is now dripping wet.

‘’Pete, you’re crushing me!!’’ You try to push him off, making you two laugh.

‘’Nah, I’m gonna stay right here.’’ Peter kisses your cheek, and you wipe it off, making him dramatically gasp and roll to the side. ‘’How dare you?’’ You get up and gives him a peck.

‘’I gotta go to the bathroom, be right back!’’ He pulls you by your hand to kiss your forehead.

‘’I’ll be waiting!’’ He yells when he sees you closing the door and heading to the bathroom.

When you get back, you hear soft snores before opening your door and seeing Peter sleeping peacefully, but he needs to scooch so that you can fit in there too.

‘’Pete, you’re occupying the whole bed.’’ You giggle when you hear him groan and move to the side so that you can lay there too. ‘’Goodnight.’’ You kiss his forehead before turning your back to him, and suddenly feel strong hands pulling you closer by your waist and laying his head over your neck.

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HERES ANOTHER DREAM DISCUSSION 😭 with Tenjiku and BD 1st Gen - twist tho instead of it being my friend IT WAS THEM- THEY TURN INOT THE LIZARD AND NEEDED TO REPAY THE STIPPER 😭😭

But hey they did want to be in my dream so 🤨🤨 there u go ✨ also idk why I always pick BD first Gen 😭😭 it somehow a automatic pick for me dont ask-

In this dream I was in a McDonalds where I was about to order but then this lady cut in front of me. I didn’t want to cause any issues so I let her but then she turned around and yelled at me for cutting her in line and that I should be happy that I even let her be nice. I started to argue that I didn’t say shit and she was the one that cut in-line. The lady started to comment on how youngster don’t respect their elders and then I said “and you have a lot of audacity for a bitch who beings in the dried up sperm gremlin” she got her drink and open the lid and threw her drink at me. So naturally I grab a random cup and threw it right back at her. She started to melt all of a sudden and once she did a bunch of robots came and took the melted lady and told me that I needed to follow them but I was blindfolded. After a while I woke up to being in a weird cave with a bunch of people in a mask and robes- while looking around there was this one person who stood up revealed their face and it was my friend- I screamed wtf is they up for and they said that bc I exposed their secret melt human they must sacrifice me to the great gods- they started to grow a tail and turn green and slowly became a lizard person. I didn’t wanna be sacrificed so I tried to run but my friend caught me and drag me to this pit where they pushed me down and I pulled them down- we both started to fall I was screaming and so were they and we were almost to the end and I ask while in mid air why are they in this cult and their response was “I joined cult honkadonabonka to repay that time I ask a stripper to sniff my foot after I sent her my d-pic”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐤𝐮, 1𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬

You will NOT take these from me 👁👄👁 but pls continue choosing the first gen cuz I can't find content of the first Gen black dragons XD

Him: That bitch threw her drink at you??

You: Yup, but I threw one right back at her and she started to melt.

Him: Next time someone throws smth at you punch them- no call ME to punch them because HOW DARE THEY-

Everytime you go to McDonald's, if someone cuts you and him in line he's fighting them, very hung up on the fact someone decided to be rude to you in your dreams: Izana, Shion, Rindou, Mochi

Him: I like lizards :)

I don't care if you're chained to the bed, he will be cute about it: Shinichiro, Shion

Him: Babe... Babe you know I love you right?

You: I mean *kidnapped* Yes I know.

Him: Please just... Can we do this in the morning??

I promise he'll let you talk more in the morning, he'll even let you write your dream down, please just let him sleep: Muto, Sanzu, Kisaki, Takeomi, Kokonoi

Him:... I think I would join the cult for that yeah-

He will not elaborate on what he said: Ran, Hanma

Him: Okay but couldn't you dream more about me?

You: What??? I did??

Him: Yeah I showed up in like ONE scene! Why am I not there with you always- you know what, if you don't start dreaming more about me I SWEAR TO GOD-

Dramatic. Next time you wake him up it better be because you and him set fire to a building then rode around a burning city: Izana, Shion, Wakasa, Hanma, Ran, Rindou

Him: *happily listens to you talk about your dream* That's nice darling, I'm sorry for getting you kidnapped by a lizard cult, I'll stop it next time.

Very happy you're talking to him despite it all: Kakucho, Shinichiro