#Trish was as surprised as you probably are

[trishyeves]

This is the first time Trish has had art of NPC's from her game!

These two lovely ladies are the girlfriends of the girl in the middle, Ramini Kuraji AKA Goldstar, a cowardly Tamaranean living on Earth, using her stolen Sinestro Corps ring to remove her fears and become a hero!

On the left is Jennifer Nwadiwe, a med student and nurse at the university's clinic. After a chance encounter with Ramini, followed for a few times helping her team with minor medical assistance, she finally started dating the incredibly shy cutie, and they've been adorable ever since. While she thinks Ramini's hero work as Goldstar is impressive, she also prefers her as her usual self rather than her bombastic hero alter ego, and hopes that one day Ramini can see for herself that she's a wonderful person, hero or not.

On the right is Tomar-ri, a Xudarian Literature student who up until recently was the leader of an extracurricular club for extraterrestrial students at the university. Introduced with a confidence that often brushed into abrasiveness (if not outright bullying), her rough start with Ramini was mitigated by her admiration of Goldstar, which only grew stronger after Goldstar saved her life during a villain attack at school. They started dating soon after, all while Tomar-ri was unaware her superhero girlfriend was also the timid girl she'd made cry on more than one occasion at school.

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Artwork depicting three people. In the center is Ramini Kuragi, also known as the hero Goldstar. There is a ragged divide in the center of the image, so that to the left she is Ramini in a human disguise, wearing a purple sweater-dress and tights, her long dark hair something she can nervously hide behind, while to the right she is Goldstar, wearing a large belt and a black top with a star-shaped boob window and with her hair now a radiant gold.

To the left, on the Ramini side, is Jennifer Nwadiwe, a human woman standing about as tall as Ramini herself. She has a muscular build, and is wearing medical scrubs with a black and red flannel shirt tied around her waist. Her black hair is in locks, which are pulled back with a red scrunchie.

To the right, on the Goldstar side, is Tomar-ri, a Xudarian woman who is about a head shorter than the others depicted. She has orange scales and a webbed fin on her head instead of hair, as well as a beak instead of a more human-like mouth. She's wearing a grunge t-shirt with a green suit jacket over it, paired with elegant pants and high heels.

Both love interests are looking friendly and confident, while Ramini appears blushy and nervous in both civilian and hero forms.

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Commission done for @trishyeves for their superhero ttrpg! ☺️

[skrunksthatwunk]

finished dante's campaign of dmc2!! it was bad!!! <3 and i can't tell if it's anticlimactic or a surprising show of mercy that it only took around 4 hours

[randoimago]

Helloooo! Could i ask for the bucci gang and a shorter teammate surprising them by carrying them? Like they get too injured to move and their s/o comes to the rescue by hoisting them over their shoulders? Itd probably look really silly esp with the taller members hehehe :3c

Fandom: JoJo's Bizarre Adventre

Character(s): Abbacchio, Bruno, Fugo, Mista, Narancia, Giorno, Trish

Note(s): Here you go!

Abbacchio starts cussing. Not because he's angry at you (well it is a bit embarrassing), but because he's surprised you can even pick him up. He tries to get out of your grip, but ends up hurting his wound more. "You better not drop me," he'll warn you and huff as you carry him.

Bruno is also surprised by you suddenly carrying him. An embarrassed laugh leaves him. "I don't think this is necessary..." He'd say, but realize that he really doesn't have the strength to move. "Please don't strain yourself with my weight," he'd add softly as you carry him.

Fugo is not a fan of being grabbed suddenly. Having you surprise him in this way does actually upset him. "Idiot, I'm fine!" He'd exclaim and try to get out of your arms, even if it hurts. He's embarrassed and mad. Yes, he knows you're trying to help, but this pisses him off more than him being surprised by your strength.

Giorno is embarrassed but also a bit amused as you suddenly pick him up like he's weightless. "And here I wanted to carry you like a prince(ss)," he'd say before remarking about being flung over your shoulders like a potato sack.

Mista is definitely startled as you suddenly pick him up before yelling out in pain. "Don't you know you're not supposed to move an injured person?!" He'd exclaim and whine. Once he's stopped being overdramatic then he'd huff and give a bit of a smirk. "I'll remember this," he tells you and already makes plans to throw you over his shoulder later.

"Wha- Hey?!" Narancia exclaims when he's suddenly picked up before his eyes widen. "Fuck, you're strong, S/O!" He is honestly really impressed. But he's also in pain so maybe you can hurry back to base to treat his wounds.

Trish also gives an undignified shout as you suddenly pick her up. A pout crosses her lips. "At least carry me like a princess," she huffs as she lays limp over your shoulder. She'll admire your strength later, right now she's pouting.

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[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

okay, I think I could literally die if you don't do part 2 of "Bitch Pass"

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Bitch Pass part 2

part 1 ||

|| poly!plastics x fem!reader

|| Warnings; swearing, small smut scene, hinted at rough sex, reader facing punishment, top regina, bottom reader, regina focused, overstimulation mention, reader's a brat, regina's a brat tamer, orgasm mention

|| Summary; the rest of school was pretty boring, but the night? Yeah... reader definitely got her punishment for humbling Regina.

Requests open!

Started; october 18th

Finished; october 18th

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Remember when you were surprised that Regina didn't lash out in some way the moment you'd humbled her? Well, your own humbling was quickly approaching. Unknown to you. The rest of the day had gone pretty smoothly, with Regina being oddly quiet and keeping her eyes practically locked onto you whenever you were within sight.

Classes were boring, which only made school drag on an almost impossibly long time. Sixth period was the fastest, since you shared it with your girlfriends and that always made things better. When it was work time, you, Gretchen and Karen were all giggling to each other. Whispering and sharing the latest gossip.

"And then, she had the nerve to blow up on her boyfriend!" Gretchen whisper shouted, grinning the whole time," can you believe that?"

"Jesus Christ." You murmured, shaking your head. The drama that Gretchen could get details of was honestly impressive; you wanted her detective skills.

"Wait so like.. are they still together?" Karen asked, a little confused by the ending.

"According to Trish, yeah. And I did see them making out this morning." Gretchen shrugged, your eyes widened a little.

"No way, really? Man they gotta be desperate."

"Right??" Gretchen laughed at that, the three of you had basically forgotten you were in class. But it was a work period so it's not like you were really interrupting anything. Everyone was having their own conversations anyways. The rest of the period continued on like this, Regina only saying a couple of one liners the entire time. You picked up on how quiet she had been, how her eyes never left you... you were a little confused, probably something to ask her about later.

The four of you didn't really have any plans set up tonight, so after school Regina dropped of Gretchen and Karen. But didn't drop off you, she kept you in the jeep as she went in the direction of her own place. You glanced over at her, confused but not complaining.

When you got to her room, Regina didn't waste a second of the time she had with you. Before you knew it you were pinned under her on her bed, cheeks red and heat flooding your body.

"'Bitch pass'?" She quoted you from earlier, an almost growl like rasp to her tone as her eyes locked on yours. You swallowed, realizing exactly what you were in for. She was going to get back at you for earlier today and you were just going to have to take her." Who told you you could talk to me that way?"

"You were being a bit of a bitch.." You murmured, trying to come off as braver than you felt. Plus, you liked talking back to her. Especially in this setting since you knew it just got her more riled up.

Regina's hand gripped your chin, her nails digging into your skin but you didn't care. It felt good. A low moan escaped your throat." Excuse me?" Her glare was intense, you could see the hints of lust behind her eyes.

"I said what I said." You smirked at her and she rolled her eyes, flipping you over so suddenly it nearly gave you whiplash as you landed on your front. A grunt falling from your lips." Regina-"

She pressed herself against you, her lips brushing against your ear," safe word?" She murmured, her tone switching from dominant to soft. Even just for a moment to show you she wasn't really upset with you. When you'd humbled her earlier, it turned her on. So fucking much that she couldn't focus on anything else for the rest of the day. She'd been counting down the seconds until she had you alone.

"Pink...?" You suggested, Regina nodded and just as quickly as it appeared.. the softer side was gone. Her hand came down on your ass, making you gasp and flinch under her touch," a- fuck-!" Regina grinned as she listened to you.

She didn't let you rest that night. You couldn't count the amount of times she'd pushed you into overstimulation, the amount of orgasms.. you were just surprised you managed to stay conscious through it all; because jesus fucking christ.

Did you learn your lesson? No, you'd definitely humble her again. Especially if it got you this kind of treatment.

[silly-l1ttle-guy]

How the bucci gang sleep hcs

This has been in my drafts since January wtf

BRUNO BUCCIARATI + LEONE ABBACCHIO

all over the place

there is not a single time where these two have woken up in the same position they fell asleep in

like they'll fall asleep spooning, then they'll wake up with half of Bruno's limbs zipped off and Abbacchio sprawled across the bed in a position that looks uncomfortable with her foot in Bruno's face

one of Bruno's legs is probably on the floor and Abbacchio is most likely cuddling one of his arms

they're just used to it at this point

"Leone can you pass me my leg?" "m'kay"

Narancia came in to wake them up one time and screamed because Bruno zipped his head off in his sleep

Mista and Trish teased him about it for weeks

anyway i bet on my life that Bruno and Abba bring out their stands in their sleep

just randomly while they're sleeping Sticky Fingers and Moody Blues pop out

they just look at each other, then down at their users, then back to each other

they end up cuddling too (SENTIENT STANDS SUPREMACY)

it's so cute when Bruno and Abba wake up and see that their stand are cuddling

also Bruno's hair may look perfect 24/7 but in the morning it's SO. FUCKING. MESSY.

he has to immediately brush his hair so no one sees it like that

except Abbacchio

SPEAKING OF ABBACCHIO

when she wakes up her hair is also a mess

just slightly less messy

she has breakfast before she does anything else, then she immediately does her make-up

also don't be surprised if Bruno has Abbacchio's lipstick stains all over his body in the morning

it just means he sucked some girl dick last night

usually on those days Abbacchio wakes up with smudged make-up that she forgot to take off

also Abbacchio has frequent nightmares and often times wakes up in the middle of the night

she doesn't like telling anyone and calms herself down before going back to sleep

Bruno knows about it though

GIORNO GIOVANNA + PANNACOTTA FUGO

these guys are like the opposite of Bruno and Abba

they'll fall asleep cuddling and wake up in the exact same position

usually Fugo's the big spoon because he doesn't like being the little spoon

brings back bad memories y'know?

but anyway they sometimes also bring out their stands in their sleep

GER most of the time

it just likes to pop out to see what's happening

sometimes in the morning when Fugo wakes up, he'll roll over and see GER staring him dead in the eyes

he screams loud enough to wake everyone up

nara, mista and trish all tease him about it

"Did someone get scared~?" "SHUT UP NARANCIA! IT WAS JUST STARING ME DEAD IN THE EYES!" "Pussy lmao" "MISTA" "Nah the boys are right, you are kind of a pussy" "TRISH!"

sometimes purple haze comes out while Fugo's asleep

GER just pops out and hangs out with ph for a bit

anyway Fugo's hair is always a pain in the ass when he wakes up

as for Giorno... uh...

picture Dio's hair but longer

he looks like a younger version of shadow Dio too in the morning lmao

also Giorno bites shit in his sleep

and he's got some sharp canine teeth

the pros of being half-vampire

don't be surprised if when they wake up there's bite marks on Fugo's arms

or if Giorno's biting a pillow

if Giorno's had a stressful day he might move around in his sleep too

not much usually, but one time he ended up sleepwalking

Fugo woke up in the middle of the night and noticed that Giorno wasn't there

panic

he eventually found Giorno wandering around the garden and muttering to himself

it was really funny when Fugo snapped him out of it

then they went back to bed and Giorno bit Fugo's hand so hard it drew blood

true love at it's finest

sometimes Fugo has nightmares and Giorno has to wake him up

on more rare occasions Giorno has a nightmare and wakes up Fugo because he's trembling and shaking so much

GUIDO MISTA

snores

that's about it

he'll sleep in any position there is possible and he'll be comfy in all of them

he's also the deepest sleeper in the team

this guy moves around a lot too

he'll fall asleep in fetal position against the wall, then he'll wake up halfway across the room with his blanket tangled in his legs

sleepovers with him are a nightmare because not only does he snore, but this man also sleeptalks

one time Narancia and Trish were sleeping in his room and they woke up to him mumbling about how far his ass is

they recorded it in case they ever needed to blackmail him

but yeah this guy is a mess

He sleeps naked too

Balls out and everything

Unless Trish and Narancia are sleeping over

In thy case he leaves his pants on

Also on hot nights he SWEATS

This guy naturally runs warm, he gets hot during the night

NARANCIA GHIRGA

Eeperton

Bro sleeps like a baby

Nara just kinda sleeps wherever

He hardly even uses his own room unless someone carries him there

Honk mmimimimi honk mimimimimi

Also they sleep with their blanket wrapped around them like a cocoon

My guy is snug as a bug in a rug fr

This mf does not make ANY noise in their sleep

Completely silent

The amount of times people have thought they were dead because of this is quite a hefty amount

Sleeby

The missile is very sleepy

If they sleep next to someone they cling on for dear life

Also they're a blanket hog

They do not move at all either

TRISH UNA

She sleeps in a princess bed

Also a quiet sleeper

But she does move, unlike Narancia

Goes to sleep like she's in a casket at her funeral and wakes up face down on the opposite side of the bed

If she forgets to take her makeup off before bed she screams and tells Giorno to buy her self-care products

Live laugh love Trish

Sometimes she sleeps with Sheila E (I wish lesbians were real💔💔)

[dollivication]

oh dollyyyy

How do u think the dmc + leon (or js one, or an additional carlos if you're feeling spicy) would behave if their darling was hyperfeminine

bc i just KNOW Dante would be feral if ur makeup was almost always done, wearing pretty clean clothes and having a bow in ur hair more often than not

cwacked my knuckles 4 this 1 this specific ask made my pupils dilate sow…. MWAH thnak yew for asking this teehee :3 part 1!!!

nsfw for dante and slight nsfw 4 nero…. gulp….

DANTE SPARDA!

.he would be ALL for a hyperfeminine darling. encourages it even! he’d probably even ask trish to take you out shopping so you can come back looking flashier than ever >:3 whatever makes his baby happy!

.and you’re so right about that!!! he’s aware that you don’t really do it for him, but the monkey brain inside his head tends to tell him that it is. you just look so pretty with your makeup all done, surely you had him in mind while adjusting into your cute little outfits?

.he’s SUPER touchy, so if you really care about your clean appearance, stay away from dante. he WILL start to play with any ribbons he sees, be it on your hair or clothing—often causing them to undo and god knows that this idiot has no fucking clue how to re-tie them. rushes off before you can even say a word to him. ugh..

.and he just can’t help being dirty to you when you look like a living doll! :( yucky thoughts FUEL him. he’ll see a pattern in your clothing; cutesy, pastel, pink… and he will immediately think about if your panties are matching the whole thing you’ve got going on outside.

.he’ll try sneaking his hands under the dresses and skirts you wear, try and flip the fabric up to confirm his suspicions. even if you’re whining loudly about how gross he’s being, all that he can think about are your adorable frilly panties!!! i fear he would try to fuck you in whatever you’re wearing… (＞人＜;)

VERGIL SPARDA!

.i don’t think he would care much! it’s not his business how you choose to dress, and if that’s how you express yourself, who is he to judge? plus, you look damn well good while doing it, he’s not gonna stop you even if the whole thing is a bit foreign to him.

.vergil hasn’t really seen anyone dress like you do, but it’s a very pleasant change of pace for him. a darling who doesn’t conform to the typical lower-toned fashion? he can get behind that! especially because it brings his beloved dove joy.

.once in a blue moon, he’ll tell you that he likes the outfit you picked out that day. it reminds him of a tulip. and of course, if you’re experiencing any trouble in picking something out or struggling to get dressed up, vergil is at your side in the blink of an eye, ready to help you with whatever it is you need.

.need a ribbon tied? he’ll do his best for you. need something zipped up? he’s your guy!! don’t know if you should pick the long sleeve or the short sleeve? well, both look good on you, but it’s out hot and the short sleeve is definitely a favorite—and you can wear the former another day.

.i do think that he’d be far more gentle with a hyperfeminine darling than a darling who isn’t. theres a certain tranquility from seeing you so content and unashamed while donning the prettiest little dress, he would probably handle you carefully—to ruin your outfits would be to ruin your glee, and that is the last thing vergil wants. so he treats you and your belongings like fine china <3

NERO SPARDA!

.MESMERIZED!!! nero thinks you look like a literal fucking angel. he’s practically a puppy, eager to see how you’ll look the next day. and even if your closet is limited in options? that doesn’t matter! he’s still going to dote on you, kissing your forehead to be mindful of your makeup while rambling about how cute you are!!! each morning is a welcomed surprise :3

.it’s funny because he’ll be showing you off, but gets pissy when other people actually look at you. especially men!! he can understand a woman or kid staring, because you’re literally a sweet dream walking, but other guys??? na. but then nero looks at you again and realizes this fine babe is dating him, not them! it feeds his pride lols keep doing what you’re doing!!

.whenever he can, he’ll buy you a little plush that fits your style! anything remotely light pink or white automatically makes him think of you. its a bit of a problem… but hey, at least he’s got you and your tastes on the mind 24/7 !!!

.if you ever try to give him oral while wearing your outfits, he’s quick to refuse no matter how much you insist that it’s fine. he knows how much your clothes can cost, and how much you put hard work into your appearance that he doesn’t wanna fuck it up! lest he cums and stains the fabric on accident :(

.if by any chance, you do manage to convince him, and his worst fears do happen—nero will spend just about ALL of his savings to spoil you because he feels guilty LMFAO.. he’ll definitely give you a solid few bucks to go crazy the next time you guys go shopping, muttering about how he wanted to make things up to you. but it’s not all that bad, because now you can show off with more cute clothes and fluster him!! >.<

V SPARDA!

.he’s curious about your taste in fashion! not in a judgy way, no, but he’s actually intrigued by you! very fascinated at how you can capture an almost innocent side of being feminine using a certain arrangement of mere accessories and clothing. you’re always pleasant to look at, so don’t be surprised if you catch him stealing a few glances your way teehee!! all in all, he earnestly respects the grind and isn’t afraid to express it.

.the whole dynamic between you guys is just so comical.. especially because you two are polar opposites in the way you present yourselves. i do think that after V took his current clothes from that one thug, he developed a little taste in gothic-esque fashion, so you both will be getting a few stares in public together!

.hes,, unemployed,, i fear… so he cannot buy anything for you as he would have liked to—but i do think he would maybe ask griffon to fetch (steal) him a few strands of ribbon for you, and that goes for jewelry! pearl necklaces, lace chokers… just about everything else that you express interest in. he’ll probably keep doing it even if you tell him he doesn’t need to.

.you are NOT safe from hardcore compliments. v straight up glazes you in a way that like.. makes you feel vulnerable? he describes you in such a heartfelt manner using his poetry, all while basking in the sight of you. truly, you remind him of a lamb. carefree and joyful, and a symbol of purity. it’s very strange but in a nice way…

.does not take kindly to rude remarks directed at you! the way he sees it, all you’re doing is living a life that’s comfortable for you, and it’s not hurting anyone! he really doesn’t get why some people feel the need to look at you like you’re some kind of freak-show. if he sees that the harsh opinions of others visibly dampens your mood or get insecure, he’ll be quick to assure you that your fashion is nothing to be ashamed of—because it really isn’t. you’re a piece of art, not only to him, but all around.

[noaltbruh]

So tumblr just decided it wasn't going to let me write it, let me retry.

Bucci gang with a hijabi reader! 🧕

Giorno 🐞

I think Giorno, being an extremely curious person, would take a lot of interest in your culture and traditions.

Wearing a hijabi doesn't change anything in your relationship, he's extremely open minded and would never judge you for it.

He thinks it highlights your facial features, which makes you look even prettier.

Definetely loves to stare into your eyes.

He'd probably ask you if he can decorate it with small flowers, but he understands if you'd rather not!

He does not tolerate people judging you from it, and is not above making a bunch of fee chase them down to make them go away.

Bruno 🤐

He doesn't know much about your culture, but that doesn't mean he's not willing to learn about it 😊

He's a very religious person and as such he highly respects your own beliefs.

Always compliments you and loves the way you match your outfits with your hijabi.

I could see him giving you a hand made hijabi on one of your anniversaries.

Nobody dares to give you bad looks and talk behind your back for it. Everyone respects Bruno and they don't want to end up on their black list.

Mista 🔫

Okay, I know he may seem like a womanizer and someone who enjoys... Sexual attraction a little too much.

But he knows that wearing it is important for you and your religion. He's goofy, not a asshole.

Homestly, he thinks you're beautiful no matter what you may wear, and he makes sure to always remind you.

He thinks you're both actually kinda matching, since he always wears that damn ass hat that covers his hair.

If you wear long clothes too, the pistols love to hide in your pockets.

And break the kneecaps of anyone giving you unwanted attention.

Narancia 🍊

Lowkey thought it was just a fashiob choice at first and didn't understand that it was connected to your religion.

Once you specified it to him though, he didn't question it and just accepts it as part of you.

He thinks the hijabi makes you look cute and he loves to show off how pretty you are with his friends all the time.

Loves to be close to you because you're so warm even though he's already a living sun.

Once asked you if he could put his headband on top of your hijab to see how it'd look.

He's this close to shooting away anyone who dares judge you for it again.

Fugo 🍓

Okay I believe that Fugo grew up in a strictly catholic household. While he's smart, he doesn't know pretty much anything about other religions, sorry :,)

He's very keen on understanding it more though! Especially since it's weird to him to not feel intelligent for once-

Asks you oddly specific questions about the way you dress or your traditions in general and probably writes it down. He doesn't mean it in a judgy way, he just really wants to make sute he gets it.

Thinks you actually look super pretty with it but he's bad at showing it, please be patient.

Actual footage of him correcting anyone who says something wrong about your customs:

Abbacchio ◀️

Knows what it is and why it matters, doesn't question it further.

Like, ok you wear that, what difference should it make to him? Dude's probably an atheist too so he just goes along with it because it's important to you.

He was so chill about it you once asked him if he was silently judging you for it. He absolutely wasn't, he's just quiet.

Remember when he beat up that dude with Narancia and Mista? Yeah, he'll do the same to anyone who bothers you.

Very protective, he wants you to feel safe with him.

Trish 🎤

Yaaaaas Queen slaaaay 😍

Although you pretty much look like opposites, Trish thinks you're beautiful no matter what and always fills you with compliments to make sure you never forgets.

Takes you shopping because, of course, you deserve outfits that match your hijabi, duh? 🙄

Doesn't know much about your religion, reads about it in her spare time just to surprise you and show that she appreciates you.

Tries to match with you by wearing long dresses.

She will call out anyone who criticises you, and suddendly everyone in town hates them 'cause she's a popstar and her influence spreads faster than a cold.

[runariya]

Drive to Survive (JJK POV) • Chapter 1

pairing: F1driver!Jungkook x female race engineer!reader genre: colleagues2L, formula1!AU, racing!AU, drama, kind of fantasy/cyborg!AU fic rating: rating: 18+, MDNI warnings: Jungkook is hopeless...and a simp...and stupid, Trish is a B, foul language, lmk if there's something missing word count: ~ 2.690

a/n: surprise, surprise! Super excited to share the first Chapter in JK's POV - it's here! YEY! I had a blast writing it and can't wait for you to read it. Get ready for more chapters from his POV because he's just too precious not to be in the spotlight!👀

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I sit in the meeting room, waiting for the new race engineer to arrive so we can finally start. The air feels thick with anticipation, and I’m hyper-aware of George, who’s sitting beside me. He’s talking my ear off about some nonsense I can’t even begin to focus on. Something about his playstation racing session with Max Verstappen and his latest lap times, maybe, but his words blend into a dull buzz in the back of my mind.  

I lean back in my chair, trying to shake off the remnants of last night. I made the mistake of going to that party of this douchebag I don’t even know the name of, and now I’m paying for it with a migraine that throbs at my temples. 

Trish had clung to me all night, her flirtatious shrill laughs echoing in my head even now, hours later. Her touch was persistent, unwelcome. I can still see her manicured nails brushing my arm, lingering too long, ignoring every polite boundary I’ve set. She’s just my physiotherapist, and I’ve tried so many times to make it clear that all I want from her is friendship. Professionalism, at the very least. But she doesn’t seem to understand, or worse, doesn’t care.  

I exhale deeply and drag my focus back to the present. Around me, George is still talking, Joongki is tapping on his phone, James is jotting something down in his notebook, and Toto is checking his watch, probably planing every minute after the meeting is over. 

I can’t sit still, and my knee bounces under the table with restless energy. I think back to Hans, my last race engineer. He stepped down to spend more time with his family, and I admired that decision. One day, I want that for myself too—a family, children. I’d probably make the same decision as Hans if I were in his shoes. Probably a lot sooner than he did. I know his wife begged him for months to spent more time with them. 

Suddenly, there’s movement outside the door, and I sit up straighter, watching as you walk along the corridor. 

My heart stops. 

It can’t be. 

My request for you to replace Hans was a joke, a whimsical suggestion thrown at Toto in passing. Never did I imagine they’d actually choose you, let alone allow a female race engineer into the notoriously traditional world of Formula 1.  

Yet here you are.  

No. No. No, no, no, no.

Your eyes meet mine, and disbelief washes over me, leaving me momentarily stunned. How could this be happening? Please, no.

You’re beautiful, as always, your dress flowing effortlessly around your long legs, and the sunlight streaming through the window, casts a halo around you. 

Ethereal. That’s what you are.  

You’ve always been my dream girl, now woman, ever since I first saw you on track, your passion for racing as fierce as your smile is bright. I’ve spent countless days, no years, drooling over you from a distance, like some lovesick puppy, admiring you in secret. Every attempt of getting closer to you smashed with ease from you. As if you couldn’t care less about me. But now, reality crashes in—I’ll have to work with you, be around you, keep everything professional.  

Panic grips me, a cold sweat prickling at my skin. How am I supposed to maintain an emotional distance? The answer is simple yet infuriating—I can’t. There’s no way. 

My stomach twists with the realisation, and the panic quickly turns into anger. Anger at myself for feeling this way, anger at you for being so...perfect. How dare you show up and upend my world like this?  

I struggle to keep my expression neutral, even as a storm brews inside me. I latch onto the anger, let it fuel my resolve. I have to keep my distance from you, keep everything strictly professional.  

After a soft knock on the door, you stride into the room with a confidence that captivates everyone. “Good morning.” Your angelic, soft, beautiful voice swirls around the room like a spring breeze in a field full of flowers. It momentarily suffocates the anger within me and caries me away in a dream where’s only you.

George’s elbow hitting my shoulder shatters everything within seconds, only now realising everyone except from me got up to pay the deserved respect for you. “Don’t be a dick.” George scolds me silently before I school my features back to annoyance and pure indifference. 

“Good morning,___. Thank you for being here.” Toto says, breaking the silence, his tone cordial and welcoming. “Everyone, this is our new race engineer.”  

The room turns to you, offering polite nods and greetings. I force myself to join in, though my voice feels detached, a million miles away.  

“Hi, I’m Jungkook.” I manage, the words tasting strange, as if uttering them is an admission of something deeper.  

You smile, and it’s like a punch to my gut. It’s disarming, and I feel my defences crumble a little, despite myself.  

The meeting starts, discussions swirling around the expectations from you, upcoming races, the new car setups. I try to focus, thinking I’m nodding in the right places, but my mind keeps drifting back to you. I watch you interact with the others, handling each question with poise and insight. You’re so competent, so sure of yourself, and it’s maddening. Truly devastating. 

I sneak glances at you when I think you’re not looking, totally not staring at you while the time, studying the way you tilt your head when you listen intently, the slight furrow in your brow when you consider a tricky question. Every little detail pulls me in deeper, against my better judgment.  

Focus, I scold myself. Get a grip. I’m here to win races, not get caught up in some hopeless infatuation.  

As the meeting progresses, I try to find something, anything, to criticise about you. A flaw, a mistake, a reason to justify the distance I need to keep. But you handle everything flawlessly, and it only fuels my frustration.  

George leans over, whispering something about how impressed he is with you, how refreshing it is to have someone like you on the team. I grunt in agreement, unwilling to give voice to the swirling mix of admiration and annoyance I feel.  

And god, as my name falls over your perfect lips, I’m done. I’m dead. Finito. I’ve died, resurrected and died again. 

“Not yet, but I’ve prepared a setup proposal based on our simulation and historical data. I plan to discuss it with Jungkook later today, if he’s free.” 

Your voice is like a drug to me, intoxicating and addictive, leaving me in a daze where coherent thoughts slip through my fingers like sand. The fact that we’re going to spend time alone to discuss the data sends my heartbeat pounding in my ears, drowning out everything else. My eye twitches with the effort to maintain my composure. I force myself to nod once, desperately hoping it looks natural, but deep down, I know I’ve failed miserably to hide the effect you have on me. It’s the worst. 

A little while later, you meet my gaze directly, and I’m taken aback by the sincerity and fire in your eyes. “I believe in open communication and transparency," you say, your voice steady and sure. "I aim to build a strong working relationship with you based on mutual trust and respect. I’ll be proactive in seeking your feedback and ensuring you feel fully supported.”  

Your words strike a nerve, and I feel my irritation growing, though I can’t quite put my finger on why. Maybe it’s because your earnestness is disarming, making it hard to maintain the annoyance I’m clinging to. Or perhaps you highlighted the working relationship when I’ve longed for you since ever. 

There’s a short silence that stretches out awkwardly in the room, and I’m aware of George discreetly kicking me under the table when he hits a nerve with a sharp pain. I cough, masking the wince from the kick, and force a smile that I know doesn’t reach my eyes in the slightest. “I appreciate that approach. Communication is key during the race weekend, especially with strategy adjustments and car performance updates.”  

My response feels stiff, not quite reflecting the turmoil inside me. I’m annoyed, sure, but there’s also something else—a pull toward you that I just can’t mask, no matter how hard I try. Your confidence and professionalism are driving me nuts, and yet they’re exactly what draws me to you.  

Finally, the meeting wraps up, and everyone starts to disperse, heading off to their respective tasks. 

Everyone, except of George, who has the audacity to wrap his slimy, bony arms around you. “Oh, please, call me George.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see you smile at him, and I roll my eyes, throwing my head back in annoyance. Great, just what I need—a charming, smiling George.

“Oh wow, you’re taller than I thought,” you say, pulling away from George. I can’t help myself and make a fake gagging sound. He’s not that tall, jeez. Okay, maybe he is, but still.

George laughs and I think I’m going to kill him this instant. “And you’re so tiny.” How dare he ruffles your hair. “Anyway, I’ll leave you both to it. See you tomorrow.” Why the fuck is he winking at you?! But when he finally heads out, I let out a relieved breath. But then his head pops back in, and he points at me. “You, behave.” With that, he’s gone and with him my resolve to not kill him the next time I see him.

Silence stretches between us as we lock eyes, and neither of us dares to look away. Is this a game? Am I supposed to do something? I didn’t even realize it was a challenge until you blinked, and I couldn't help but burst out, “Ha! You lost.” 

You blink again, slower this time, confusion all over your face. Oh no. I cringe internally. You idiot. It’s absurd and dumb, I know, but there’s something strangely satisfying about winning that ridiculous staring contest.

“Okay, now that that’s settled, let’s get down to business, shall we?” you say, your voice steady as you dive into the details. “So, the Hockenheimring was dropped from the calendar for the last few years, so it’ll be not only new to me but also to…”

“Why are you so obsessed with me?” The words spill out before I can stop them. Fucking hell.

You slowly turn your gaze from your tablet to me, blinking as if to compose yourself, and I think I might cry. It’s not only others who suffer from my stupidity. No, I’m right there with them.

“We should obviously review the track,” you continue, unruffled. “I’m sure you’re aware of its tight hairpins and long straights. Also, I’d like to know your preferred tires so the technical sectors don’t…”

I scoff, cutting you off. Just because I’m clearly a moron doesn’t mean you can dodge my question. My arms cross as I give you a challenging look. “It all makes sense now. You’ve been obsessed with me since the first time you saw me. Doing everything in your power to work with me. Even graduating ridiculously young and declining the offer from Haas.”

Your irritation is oozing from you now, and you fire back without hesitation, “I think it’s funny you’ve kept tabs on me for all those years.”

Fuck. How do you know? “No, I haven’t.” I lie, trying to bullshit you. “It’s common knowledge. You’ve always wanted a piece of me. It’s flattering, really.”

“I can assure you, my interest has always been in the job, not in you. And it’s flattering to know that my vitae seems to be common knowledge to you.”

Shut up, Jungkook. Don’t make it worse. But of course, I can’t stop now. “Sure, sure. You don’t have to play coy. It’s perfectly natural to be drawn to someone as experienced as I am. But let’s keep things professional, alright?” Yep, I hate myself, and now you probably do, too.

“Fine by me.” You smile, and I can’t understand why. I clearly tried to gaslight you here. “So, yes. The tires you’d prefer to—”

„It’s,“ I interrupt again, unable to help myself, and you slump defeatedly into your seat, looking at the ceiling. It’s kind of cute, “just that your enthusiasm to work with me comes off as a bit… personal. But don’t worry, I can handle it.” No, I obviously cannot.

You’ve clearly had enough of my antics, your tone flat as you counter, “If anyone’s having trouble handling things, it seems to be you. Your comments suggest you’re projecting your own feelings onto me.”

“Projecting? That’s a bit of a reach. I’m just stating what I’ve observed.” I try to act surprised, an exaggerated hand on my chest, but inside, I’m crying. Crying over being the dumbest man alive, who’s going to be hated by the only woman I ever wanted.

“What you’ve observed is likely coloured by your own assumptions. I’m here to work. If you feel uncomfortable with my presence, perhaps it’s your own obsession that’s the issue.”

My ears heat up, and I feel a flush creeping up my neck. “My obsession? That’s absurd. I’m perfectly professional.”

And it’s the nail in my coffin when you push further. “Yet you seem fixated on making this about something other than work. It’s almost as if you’re trying to convince yourself of something.” A twitch of amusement plays on your lips, your perfect kissable lips.

“I… No, that’s not it at all. I’m just pointing out what I’ve noticed.” I feel the embarrassing red tint spread from my ears to my cheeks.

“What you’ve noticed is a fabrication of your own making. Let’s stay focused on the race. If you can’t handle working with me professionally, that says more about you than it does about me.”

“I’m completely professional! It’s just… Look, let’s just get this done.” I’m flustered, trying to salvage what’s left of my dignity. I’ve royally messed up. And I know there’s no coming back from this. I’ve lost you for good.

“Exactly. Let’s focus on the tires for now and leave personal assumptions out of it, hm?” Your smile is practiced, and it frustrates me that I’ve let this conversation get so far out of hand.

The tension between us isn’t good, and I’m acutely aware of how much I’ve let my emotions cloud the discussion. But as you start talking about the race, I know there’s nothing left to do but focus.

“The Hockenheimring has a mix of high-speed straights and tight hairpins, so we'll need a tire that offers a balance between grip and durability. What’s your preference?” you ask, your voice clear and professional.

Finally, I get my head back in the game, my mind becoming more focused. As we delve into the technical details, I try to settle with the thought that if there’s no future for us as a couple, then a future as colleagues needs to suffice. Somehow.

“Alright, I think we’re set for now,” you say after we’re done discussing, shutting off your tablet. Your smile is genuine, and I can’t help but falter a bit as I pack up, noticing how your demeanour has shifted. Shifted like the shards of my heart on the floor while I stand up as well. “I’ll finalise these settings, and we’ll review them again on Friday.”

“Thanks for the detailed rundown. I appreciate it.” I appreciate you. Always.

You offer me a genuine smile, and I hope it’s never going to vanish when looking at me. “No problem. Let’s make sure we’re both on the same page from here on out.”

I nod, even though I know we’re never going to be at the same page when it comes to us. With a final, respectful glance, I leave the room followed by a long silent exhale, trying to push the defeat as far away as possible.

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Rest (Auron Reverse comfort)

⚠️exhaustion⚠️reference to crying⚠️ mentions of past death⚠️

A meeting

Just a meeting

Just a normal meeting

“Just a normal fucking meeting”

Auron was dreading today.

Because today was the anniversary of his father’s death.

Now don’t get me wrong he could give two less of a shits about his father. But every year on this specific day he has to meet with his father’s oldest business partner. Who is nearly just as insufferable as his old man was.

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Around 20 minutes after the boss got back. Rook gets a voice memo from Trish.

“Hey sweetheart, the boss is requesting you in his office as soon as you get a minute and um….be careful…you know what today is”

Rook quickly finished up their work and made their way to Auron‘s office.

They did their knock on the office door and hear a tired “come in”

They open the door and see their lover. head in his hands elbows on the desk.

He looks exhausted

“thank you for meeting with me Rook..” he looks up at them revealing his face

His eyes were red and slightly puffy…had he been crying? Rook could barely hide the pain in their face from seeing him like this. “you probably want to hear about the meeting earlier. don’t you?” “I wasn’t gonna ask about it if you didn’t want me to… but if you want to talk about it or vent in anyway….i’ll listen” he gave a weak grin and took a deep breath “….as you know today I met with my father’s oldest business partner….as you could’ve probably guessed, this man has known me since I was a child…..and loves to treat me like one….all the way down to the telling me everything I’ve done wrong ever” he takes off his glasses and presses his palms to his eyes “oh honey….” (Fuck professionalism)

Rook walks over to his side to comfort him. Gently, hovering their hand over his shoulder as if asking for permission. He Places his hand on theirs gently pressing it down on his shoulder. he looks up at them seeming like he’s about to say some thing, but he turns away. Rook gently moves their hand to his chin and turns his gaze towards them.

“You didn’t call me here to tell me how the meeting went…what can I do for you?” His eyes softened. He moves rooks hand to his cheek and relaxes into it “….can I hold you?” a little surprised Rooks puzzled expression urges him to elaborate “on my lap against my desk….I wish to hold you” Rook nods and he pats his lap. They Straddle him wrapping their legs around his torso their back pressed against the desk. His arms smoothly wrapping around their waist. Rook pats their chest “take a rest love…it’s only us here”

Auron lays his head on their chest and immediately melting. nearly all the tension in his head dissipating. Rook starts gently running their fingers through his hair “I find it truly amazing that you can do this to me” “Hmm?” “I can go from a angry cat that doesn’t let anybody touch it to a dog sleeping in a Sunray just from the touch of your hand” Rook kisses the top of his head. And he smiles into their skin.

“Rook”

“Hmm?”

“thank you”

“don’t thank me…I’m more than happy to do it”

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I love writing cheesy cute shit. Big tough Dom characters. it’s my favorite thing. 

I hope you enjoy. Sorry if there’s any typos. 

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Hey! Can i please request bucci gang + trish headcannon where they have been dating g/n s/o for few months now, but s/o has been canceling dates for another bucci gang member and they starts to feel like s/o doesn’t love them anymore, but s/o has secretly planned a suprise party for them!😭❤️

Im sorry if the request is too much! You can ignore if you don’t wanna write this!😗❤️

Have nice day/night🫶

It's alright! It's not too much! Tysm for the request! I hope you have a good day as well! (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡

~➗🍓🍊🐞⏳🔫🤐~

Bucci Gang with s/o avoiding them to plan a surprise party!

Abbacchio;

He is quick to feel hurt about you avoiding him

Without knowing what's going on, he thinks this is your way of informing him that you're losing interest in him

He, himself, still was a bit in disbelief that someone like you could love someone like him

So, deep down inside, he almost expected a day like this would come-

And so, he began distancing himself from you as well

Sometimes even ignoring you when you did have the time to interact with him

You were quick to catch on

Unfortunately, because if this you had to break the surprise party to him before actually showing it to him-

He's so disappointed in himself-

He felt both ridiculous for thinking you would do such a thing

But also thought you were ridiculous for thinking he would like a surprise party-

Nevertheless, it all ended with awkward chuckles and soft apologies and a gentle kiss

He appreciated the gesture of you trying to throw him a party.

But request for them not to be a surprise ever again-

And you reassure him that you'd never hurt him in such a way

In the end he's just very happy and glad to know that he still has you

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Bruno;

His first response is to worry about you

He thinks maybe there's something going on with you that you're afraid to share and therefore are avoiding him in order to not say anything

Tries to approach you to ask you what's wrong or to ask if you could at least talk to him later

Unfortunately, you'll continue to excuse yourself from such conversations-

Eventually he convinces himself to just let you be

Maybe you just need time by yourself

Maybe you'll come to him when you're ready

Soon enough you did come to him, but apperently not to talk but rather to take him somewhere

He tries to talk to you while you're rushing him to your destination

However, he's soon cut off by everyone else jumping out cheering "Surprise!" And wishing him a happy birthday

He's unbelievably happy and humbled

He's quick to realize why you've been distant

He tells you he genuinely thought something was wrong so he's glad to see you were just planning a surprise party for him

You reassure him if something ever were to be wrong, he'd be the first to know

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Mista;

He was actually pretty chill about it

Shrugged your actions off

He figured you were probably busy or had other more important stuff to do

Hell, he even forgot to ask you what was up later on-

He just had completely convinced himself that you simply had other things to do-

So, it was definitely a bombshell when you revealed his surprise birthday party to him

He was immediately excited and thanked you repeatedly for the surprise

Definitely pulls you into a kiss as well

Then tells you he honestly thought you had just been busy doing something else

But was glad to see that he was that thing you were so busy about!

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Narancia;

He gets pouty

Then makes it his official mission to try to get you to pay attention to him and quit avoiding him

But you make it harder for him to interact with you

In which case he begins to get upset

He starts to think that you're going to eventually leave him behind because your too busy for him

He ends up basically moping around

Battling his own thoughts.

Maybe you aren't leaving him.

Maybe you really are busy.

He definitely isn't very happy with himself thinking such things about you

And once you get his attention by asking him to follow you, those negative thoughts quickly begin to be lifted

Once you surprise him he's unbelievably overjoyed

Quickly tackles you into a hug and smothers you with kisses

Absolutely praising you for your hard work on planning everything out

And profusely thanking you for the surprise

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

Fugo;

He's confused with your actions

Why are you avoiding him?

If you're busy you could just tell him

Rather than straight up avoiding him

He gets a bit pissy over this

But then that grumpiness turns into fear

Had he done something to you that you didn't approve on by accident?

Did he say something to you that you didn't like by accident?

He also begins to put some distance between the two of you

Believing maybe he did do something wrong and needed to give you time to talk to him again

You start to notice how distant he's becoming and approach him about it

You quickly explain he didn't do anything wrong but that you have something to show him

Once presenting him with the surprise he's completely taken a back

While he definitely cherishes the surprise party

Even though he also doesn't like surprise parties but he'll suck it up just for you-

He requests that next time to just make up a reason as to why you can't interact rather than make him worry-

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Giorno;

He's also confused

Though, unlike Fugo, he doesn't get upset

He draws the conclusion that you most likely have something important to deal with and can't talk at the moment

At least that was his most rational explanation

However, he did find it odd that you couldn't just quickly tell him that

It would be better than just straight up ignoring him

Nonetheless, he actually tells you, himself, to just go talk to him whenever you have the time

He'll always be waiting for you after all

And soon enough you did go to him

But not just to talk, rather take him somewhere as well

The poor boy had no idea how to react to his surprise party

Just kinda stood there for a bit before politely thanking everyone and especially you for the gesture

Can't help but give you a peck on the cheek as a thank you for the party

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Trish;

She's offended-

Why would you avoid her?

She definitely doesn't think she's done anything to hurt you!

Or maybe she did?-

Starts to worry-

She tries to push the thoughts away though

But she can't figure out why you'd be avoiding her

You two trusted each other with everything, if something was wrong you'd tell her

Right?

She hesitantly tries to get you to talk to her but you always excuse yourself before she can get anything out

Eventually though, you came up to her wanting to take her somewhere

She kinda was grumpy about the request though

After all that time avoiding her, you really had the nerve to ask her to go somewhere with talking about how you had been acting?

Fine, but only because she loves you-

She reluctantly follows you just to be absolutely amazed by her surprise party

She turns to hug you tightly and give you a kiss

But then immediately scolds you about avoiding her-

Nevertheless, she loves her surprise and you!

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

[chvoswxtch]

What about a jessica Jones fic in which it's both their first same sex relationship, maybe first relationship ever for reader, and she only wants jess to take her v card

nonnie,

thank you so much for requesting my baby jess. I hope you love this. 💜

also totally optional, but this was heavily inspired by the song everything by kehlani!

warning: contains explicit sexual content (minors please dni), swearing, and mentions of alcohol word count 4.4k

first time.

Jessica wasn’t sure exactly what it was about you that made her fall head so hard for you in the first place. 

Maybe it was the fact that you were always kind and patient with her, even when she was being a raging bitch. The first time the two of you met, you had shown up at her apartment/office asking to interview her for an article at your paper about powered people, and since she had a negative track record with the press, and was also incredibly hungover, she’d slammed the door right in your face. 

To her surprise, and absolute horror, she ran into you about a week later at your paper, needing to ask you questions about an article that you’d written previously that was linked to a case of hers. When she recognized your face, she was certain that you were going to show her the exact same “hospitality” that she had shown you.

But to her astonishment, you simply smiled and invited her into your office, offering her everything that she needed and more to help with her case. 

Later that night when Jessica’s curiosity got the better of her, she started digging into you. She was shocked to find that you’d actually written a few articles about her already, and that you came to her defense in every single one of them. Jessica’s shoulders deflated as she sank back into her chair, tossing back another fourth of bourbon while feeling like a complete asshole for slamming her door in your face, and feeling exceptionally unworthy of the kindness you had shown her. The following morning, she was waiting for you in your office, offering an apology in the form of coffee and an exclusive interview. 

Maybe it was because you always treated her like a person. You never treated Jessica any differently because of what she could do. You never spoke about her like she was a freak of nature. You never asked her for any favors, and she practically had to fight you to allow her to carry something heavy for you. 

Jessica Jones wasn’t very good at making friends. She would be the first to admit that. Mainly because she wasn’t exactly “personable” most of the time, but also because a lot of people that sought her out did it for something in return. Half of her life people wanted to get close to her just because her sister was Trish Walker. Once her true identity was revealed, people wanted to use her strength or her name for personal gain. 

But you never wanted anything from Jessica. You just wanted her.

Maybe it was the way you smiled every time you saw her, even if her face was twisted up in a mirror of her sour mood. Maybe it was the way you gently grabbed her shoulders to get her to slow down, encouraging her to take deep breaths with you, reminding her that she won’t be able to focus until she’s calm. Maybe it was the way your fingers delicately touched her skin when you patched her up, as if you could hurt her, while apologizing profusely with every swipe of an alcohol pad and careful stitch.

Jessica couldn’t pinpoint what it was that made her fall in love with you, but she knew the exact day she realized it. 

You had slept over after helping her work a case late into the night, which wasn’t unusual, and she had awoken to the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and your amazing cooking. She didn’t think she even had anything in her fridge except three day old take out and cheap beer, but somehow you made a breakfast miracle happen. A tired smile tugged at the corner of her mouth knowing you probably swiped some ingredients from Malcolm.

She mumbled something grumpy and incoherent when you greeted her with your chipper morning attitude and a radiant smile, plopping down into one of the chairs at the table. When you came over to place a plate and a cup of coffee in front of her, Jessica grabbed onto your wrist gently to pull you in closer, and without thinking in her sleepy state, she pressed a quick kiss to your lips. It was a full sixty seconds before Jessica realized what she did, and then she was suddenly wide awake. Turning her head slowly to look up at you, she found that you were already staring at her with widened eyes, and her brain was completely empty except for an ongoing string of expletives. 

“I…don’t…know why I did that.”

Jessica watched as your shoulders visibly sank, and the flame of bewilderment in your eyes slowly fizzled into a crestfallen ember. 

“You…you don’t?”

As she stared up at you trying to craft an excuse, an epiphany abruptly slammed into her chest like a freight train.

You were in her kitchen, moving around like it belonged to you, in one of her ratty old t-shirts, using a chip clip to put your messy hair up with tendrils perfectly framing your face, and Jessica wanted to spend every Saturday morning like this. 

Suddenly everything seemed to click into place. The bashful smiles when she caught you staring at her. The excited nerves in the pit of her stomach when she knew she was gonna see you. The timid way you held onto her arm when you walked the streets of New York together at night. The excuses she came up with for just one more drink so she didn’t have to go home alone yet. The commitment you showed to proving yourself to her. The warmth she felt whenever you were around.

Jessica Jones was in love with you. 

Leaning back in the chair, her tongue quickly swept along her bottom lip as she stared up at you in complete awe.

“I am such a fucking idiot.”

“What?”

“You’ve been right here, in front of my goddamn face, this entire time, and I didn’t see you.”

“Jess, what are you-“

Swiftly standing up from her chair, Jessica grabbed onto the back of your neck and pulled you in for a soft kiss, causing a quiet gasp to catch in your throat. When she pulled back, Jessica was delighted to see that your cheeks were flushed with scarlet, and her lips split into an excited smile.

“Don’t make plans Friday night.”

“O-Okay?”

“I’m taking you on a date.”

Your hand that was holding onto Jessica’s wrist suddenly tightened, and your eyes grew in wonder as you stared up at her.

“You…you are?”

“That alright with you?”

“I…um…y-yeah. I mean, yes.”

Despite her usual confidence, Jessica was an absolute nervous fucking wreck the night of your first date. She couldn’t remember the last time she even went on a first date that wasn’t at a bar, or that she gave a shit about. She changed clothes four times, and begrudgingly borrowed a few things from Trish’s closet since she was taking you somewhere nice. Trish and Malcolm both attempted to give her a pep talk as they helped her get ready, but that only made her more nervous, and they wouldn’t let her drink to dull her nerves since they were worried she’d be plastered by the time she was supposed to pick you up.

After she knocked on your door, her eyes suddenly widened and she cursed under her breath realizing that she hadn’t brought you flowers. Was she supposed to bring you flowers? Did you even like flowers? How the fuck does this work?

Her inner rambling was cut off the second you opened the door, and for a second, all the noise in her head seemed to go silent. You were in a simple deep purple satin dress that hugged your body perfectly, and Jessica quickly forgot all about dinner. She had never seen you in a dress like that before. A timid smile stretched over your lips as you looked at her and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I…wasn’t sure where we were going. Is…is this too much?”

“No! No you…you look…hot. Fuck, sorry. I meant…beautiful. You…look beautiful.”

The second the two of you reached the restaurant, all of the nerves Jessica felt from earlier came flooding back. Not even ten minutes into the date, she gripped the wine glass so hard in her hand that it shattered, and her eyes widened as you gasped loudly.

“Oh fuck-”

“Jess, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, it’s fine-”

“It’s not fine, you’re bleeding-”

“It’s not a big deal, I got it.”

Jessica pulled her hand away from your grasp, taking one of the fancy white napkins to wrap around her hand to stop the light bleeding as she looked over at you with a tight lipped smile.

“So-”

“Jessica, you can’t be serious.”

“What?”

“You’re bleeding. You probably need stitches. We need to go-”

“No, no I’m not ruining this date because of a little blood-”

“Jessica-”

“I’m fine.”

Jessica’s voice came out a little harsher than she intended it to, and the irritation she felt evaporated as she watched the way you sank back into your chair, looking anywhere but at her. Letting out a deep exhale through her nose, she mumbled a quiet fuck before reaching over with her uninjured hand for one of yours.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t…I’m just…look I’ve never done this before-”

“Gone to an Italian restaurant?”

Jessica pursed her lips at the sarcastic tone of your voice, looking around the entire restaurant with slightly narrowed eyes before looking back at you with a quirk of her brow.

“Actually, yeah. I don’t remember the last time I went to an Italian place that didn’t serve two dollar greasy pizza and had meatball specials on Thursdays.”

When she noticed the tiny smile that tugged at the corner of your mouth, she let out a breath of relief and stretched her hand out further, wiggling her fingers towards you. Rolling your eyes playfully, you slipped your hand into Jessica’s, looking over at her when she gave it a gentle squeeze.

“What I was trying to say was that I’ve never done this. This is…the first nice date I’ve ever been on. It’s the first nice date I’ve ever wanted to go on. And…I’m sorry for being so…I just really want this to go well. I don’t wanna fuck it up. And I feel like I already have-”

“You haven’t.”

Jessica stared over at you in adoration, enjoying the feeling of your thumb carefully stroking over the back of her hand. The gentle tone of your voice and the reassurance in your eyes tugged at her heartstrings, and her lips pulled delicately into a defeated smile.

“I broke a glass. I’m bleeding, and I was a dick.”

“Still not the worst date I’ve ever been on.”

Jessica closed her eyes for a moment as a dry laugh echoed in her chest.

“Jess, I appreciate you going through all the trouble to try to make tonight special. But…it already is. I don’t…I don’t need all of this. You could’ve taken me to the hot dog stand at the corner of your street and I would’ve been thrilled. Actually, a pretzel sounds really good right now.”

Jessica’s brows furrowed in the middle of her forehead as she looked over at you, giving you a pointed look as a smirk covered your lips.

“You’re fucking joking. I bring you to the nicest Italian place in the city, per Trish, and you want a pretzel.”

“What I want is to take care of your hand, which is still bleeding, and then continue our date. I don’t care where, as long as it’s with you.”

After a little more convincing from you, and an agreement to order dessert to go, Jessica took you to the stand at the corner of her street to get two hot pretzels before taking you up to her apartment so that you could tend to her hand. The longer the night went on, the more Jessica’s nerves dissipated completely, and by the time midnight stretched over the sky, Jessica decided she was craving something else.

In a matter of minutes, Jessica went from timidly kissing your lips to having you pinned beneath her on her bed as her hands frantically searched for the hem of your dress. She attached her lips to your neck, reveling in the little noises you made and the hushed whispered of her name as her hand slipped beneath your dress to part your thighs. A sharp gasp flew past your lips, and you suddenly reached down to grab onto her wrist.

“Jess, wait.”

“What? What’s wrong?”

Jessica pulled back to gaze down at you, cradling your face in her hand as she lightly brushed her thumb across your cheek. Her brows pulled together in puzzlement noting the flush of rose that covered your cheeks and the nervous glint in your eyes.

“What is it?”

“I…um…I’ve never…done this before.”

Jessica’s lips pulled into a tiny smile, leaning in to brush her nose against yours as she chuckled softly.

“Me neither, baby. But I think we can figure it out together.”

“No…Jess I mean…like…ever.”

Tilting her head to the side slightly in confusion, Jessica searched your eyes for a hint as to what you were talking about, pursing her lips in a slight pout when you closed your eyes and let out a shaky exhale.

“I’m a virgin.”

Jessica blinked slowly a few times, watching as you slowly opened your eyes to peer up at her. Her lips parted slightly as she searched for the right words to say, her brows alternating between rising up her forehead in surprise and also knitting together in the center of her forehead in disbelief.

“So…not just…when it comes to…this…but…like…everything?”

Giving a slight nod of your head, you both stared at each other silently for what felt like hours. 

“Uh…you…waiting for marriage or-”

“No, it’s not…it’s not like that. I just…God this is so embarrassing.”

Jessica grabbed onto your waist when you went to move, taking one of your hands to press a soft kiss to each of your knuckles as she smiled softly.

“Hey, hey. Don’t be embarrassed. Okay, I’m not making fun of you. I’m just…trying to…understand. That’s all.”

Nibbling on your bottom lip, you lightly shrugged your shoulders as you spoke quietly.

“I just…I wanted it to be special. I wanted it to be with the right person, and to mean something. I wanted to be in love.”

Jessica ran her fingers through your hair slowly as she listened, staring back into your eyes when she caught your gaze.

“And I wanted to feel that the person I had my first time with loved me back.”

Jessica’s lips parted slightly at your words, and she felt that familiar warmth blooming in her chest she always felt when you were around. It was a warmth she thought she would never feel again after she lost her family. A warmth she never thought she could feel again. There were transient embers she felt around Trish and Malcolm, but nothing nowhere even near the blaze she felt with you. 

The love she felt for you.

As her tongue darted out to quickly wet her lips, she held your face in her hand delicately as she looked down at you with a tender smile.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, or aren’t ready for. We can take this at whatever pace you want. But just so you and I are on the same page, I do love you Y/N. You are the first person I’ve ever actually fallen in love with, and I thought it would be so much fucking scarier than this, but you make it so…easy. I…feel really goddamn lucky that you picked me. I want you to know that.”

Jessica hummed in content against your lips when you reached up to grab onto the back of her neck to pull her down for a kiss. She moved her hand up to gently grasp onto your waist, keeping her kisses light as she attempted to move from her spot between your legs. Your other hand grasped at her shoulder as you broke the kiss, and her nerves flared up once again seeing the glossy sheen that covered your eyes.

“I love you, Jessica. I’ve always loved you.”

That one quiet confession had her heart swelling inside her ribcage, filling up the void that had kept her hollow for so many years, and after spending a majority of her life looking up at the stars searching for answers, she felt like she could see every single one of them twinkling in your eyes.

Kissing your lips made her feel weightless and untouchable, like she was a kid all over again, at the highest peak of the ferris wheel with her mom. It conjured every ounce of happiness that lingered in her subconscious, every blissful memory she possessed, and flooded her bloodstream with pure ecstasy. 

This. This was that feeling she had been searching for. The thing that she thought would come when she stepped into the spotlight as a “hero”. The thing she waited to fill her when she saved someone or when she did something good. She tricked herself into believing it was a sense of purpose, or maybe acceptance she was after, but it was love. But not the artificial kind that resulted from her altered DNA, or the kind that eventually sprouted through adoption or living down the hall from her and constantly being dragged into her shit.

The real kind. The pure, unwavering, unfiltered, every-stupid-fucking-love-song-makes-sense and every-breathtaking-sunsent-reminds-me-of-you kind.

“Jess?”

“Hm?”

“Please make love to me.”

Jessica gazed down at you, carefully analyzing your face as her thumb slowly traced over your bottom lip.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want this. Please.”

Jessica made sure that you were comfortable with every layer of clothing she removed, allowing you to remove a piece of hers in return in a delicate trade off. Her touch was light and gentle as her fingertips grazed along every inch of your soft skin, focusing her lips on your neck to start, paying close attention to the spots that were the most sensitive and the ones that drew the most delectable noises out of you.

Her lips trailed down the column of your neck to your chest, exploring the valley between your breasts as her hand once again parted your thighs, using two fingers to collect some of your wetness to help her easily glide her fingers in tight-knit circles over your clit. Sucking one of your perky nipples into her mouth, she bit down on it gently as she slipped her first digit past your tight walls to distract you from the stretch, flicking her tongue repeatedly over the sensitive bud and tenderly grazing her teeth over it.

“How’s that feel, baby? Good?”

“So…so good, Jess.”

“You want more?”

“Please.”

Jessica took her time shuffling down the bed until she was laying in between your hips, teasing you with featherlight kisses along your inner thighs before you were begging her to touch you again. She hummed in appreciation when she licked a broad stripe up your soaked folds, eyes closing at the sweet taste you had to offer, wrapping her plump lips around your swollen clit to suck softly. She carefully slipped another finger into you and moaned against your core at the cry of her name you let out. The throbbing between her own thighs was getting almost unbearable, but this was about you.

She alternated between suckling softly at your clit and teasing it with her tongue while her fingers slowly stretched your walls with light scissoring motions. A proud smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth when the pads of her fingertips brushed along that spongy tissue in your depths that had you bucking your hips against her face, and she continued to stroke her fingers along it in a ‘come hither’ motion, her attention on your clit becoming more urgent and fervent the louder you moaned. 

“Jess…I…I’m…oh-”

A breathless gasp cut off your warning, and as your thighs seized up around her head and your hips rocked upwards hazardously, Jessica quickly removed her fingers and flattened her tongue against your cunt to capture the flow of your first orgasm of the night. 

Licking her lips in satisfaction, she swiftly moved to straddle your hips, her green eyes wild with a newfound hunger you had awoken in her that only you could satiate. She gently dug her fingertips into the soft flesh of your thigh to steady her own desire, waiting for you to come down from you high just so she could bring you to another one even further up.

“You okay, baby?”

“I’m…fucking perfect.”

Jessica’s full lips split into a dazzling grin as she gazed down at you, lightly caressing your cheek with her palm.

“Yes you are.”

“Um…just…give me a second, and I can-”

“You don’t have to do anything.”

“Jess, I wanna make you feel good too.”

“This is about you, baby. And trust me, making you feel good makes me feel really goddamn good.”

Staring up at Jessica, your lips parted slightly at the lust in her eyes, and you allowed yours to drink her naked body in fully as she sat above you. You had seen Jessica in nothing more than a bra and underwear before, but seeing her like this, so bare and vulnerable, felt so intimate. She was even more beautiful than you imagined. As your eyes traveled lower, a soft gasp flew past your parted lips seeing the way her pussy glistened as she sat on your hips with her thighs spread. Curiosity got the best of you, and as you reached out to explore, her hand swiftly caught your wrist causing you to whine.

“Jess, I wanna touch you too.”

“You can touch me later, pretty girl. Right now I wanna give you what you asked for. Can I do that?”

“Please.”

Jessica turned her body slightly sideways to drape one of her legs over your hips, and pulled one of your legs up to wrap around her waist, angling your bodies perfectly so that her cunt made contact with yours. As she gave an experimental movement of her hips, both of you hissed in pleasure at the contact of her clit grazing over yours, and you stared up at Jessica in awe as her mouth fell open.

“Oh, fuck.”

She gripped onto your hip tightly, being careful to mind her own strength as she started to rock her hips slowly against yours. It took every ounce of self control to maintain a steady, gentle pace when all she really wanted to do was fuck you through the floor down to the goddamn lobby. She didn’t think sex had ever felt this good and she wasn’t sure if it was being in love that made it feel different, or if it was just you, but she knew for a fact she would never be able to get enough now that she’d had a taste.

“Jess, more…please…”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes…yes…I want more.”

Jessica bent over slightly so that she could lean down to capture your lips in a heated kiss, moaning softly into your mouth as the new angle allowed her to rub against you even better. She wrapped her slender fingers around the base of your throat to have something to ground herself, staring deeply into your eyes with parted lips as she moved her hips faster, and grinded down against you harder. Your eyes were blown wide open with exhilaration and your mouth hung open, allowing staggered moans of pleasure and praises of Jessica’s name to fill her bedroom. 

She could feel that crest rising within herself, and she desperately wanted you to meet her at the edge of that cliff so that you could jump off together.

“You gonna come for me again, pretty girl?”

“Yes…God, yes…”

“Then come. Let me feel you, baby. Let go with me. Come on, you can do it. That’s…that’s it…just like…oh, just like that, fuck-”

Jessica squeezed her eyes shut when she felt that band within her snap, quickly letting go of your throat to reach out and grab onto the headboard, feeling the wood splinter under the force of her strength as a loud moan of your name ripped from her chest. She continued to fuck you roughly as cacophonous sounds of your intermixed cries of pleasure echoed throughout her apartment, moving her hips swiftly to help you ride out your second wave, and collapsing on top of your chest once the both of you were entirely spent.

Nuzzling her face into your neck, she hummed softly when she felt your fingers delicately moving through her dark hair, cradling onto the back of her neck as a soft giggle ruptured the silence.

“Wow.”

Jessica chuckled as she reluctantly pulled back so that she could see your face, arching one of her dark brows as she grinned down at you.

“Not bad for your first time.”

“I had a good teacher.”

Jessica felt like she was up in the fucking clouds as she gazed at you in pure adoration, bringing her hand up to gently cup your face as she pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

“Thank you for letting me be your first, and trusting me.”

“Thank you for being my first, and…well…for all of that.”

A rosy blush dusted over your cheeks as a shy smile covered your lips, and Jessica smirked as she leaned in to nuzzle her nose against yours.

“Anything for you.”

Letting out a sigh of complete content, you gazed up into Jessica’s eyes as you tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“I love you, Jessica Jones.”

Jessica fought the lump that threatened to form in her throat and the tears that began to build in the corners of her eyes, pulling her mouth into a tender smile as her heart expanded to fill the entirety of her ribcage.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.”

tags: @messymissy @dark-academia-slut @strawberry1042

[knizuu]

Any Dog Man ocs you have to ramble about? 👀

SUREE I got all my blorbos to speak of ehehe [OH YEA BTW all of the ocs apply to my AU, I will probably never make an oc for the actual series XP

Blair being first of course: Also known as The Stunning Marksman, Blair Satin-Spell Diova was from a western town. [Something similar to Tombstone, Arizona] She was just a cat raised to trouble by Deputy Danger [another character of Dav Pilkey, from SDB] to commit the casual crimes. One day, Deputy would be sent to jail but no one was able to catch Blair. [She’s pretty agile!] Though Blair felt defeated, it didn’t stop her to keep reigning her name as she traveled far to Beverly Hills, California. [During the journey, she would gain her attire as she didn’t have it before-she matured in some way as well] When getting closer to Beverly Hills, she noticed a face appearing practically on every screen and parchment. Petey Choix Swansuit, a former supervillain turned star. Blair was inspired by the other cat before, but she had no idea he changed so much from her time. She was pretty upset but it just fueled her young goal to be a supervillain ever more. [In fact, that goal probably started before working with Danger] Because with a large game piece out of the round, she can make up her own story. She more confidently made her presence known to be scared of, making her title. [As said, The Stunning Marksman] When reached the Californian city, she started to lose her motivation. It was no little town, and it was much more of a dark glamour than the usual crazy hoedown. She was put in jail several times from the impressive police force, but she would get out somehow every time. Eventually, she realized she needed a help around to keep her up with how this city worked. But it was hard, knowing who in the world would work with a criminal. She eventually found Dapper Dog [Formerly Danger Dog from SBD as well] who was also dumbfounded. Instead of problems after losing a partner in crime, he more so had issue after leaving the hero gig. Dapper wanted to keep going, but his friend [Billy Hoskins-yet again from SBD] didn’t seem to want do to the same. So they split after tension of their choices, leading Dapper alone and not sure what to do. [Even though he was a big support icon from his home city-it’s pretty much of a rival to Beverly Hills-making help pretty slim. Because he wouldn’t ring any bells] Blair, although never wanting to do “feelings”, rested with the dog to release their emotions. They talked over many things, even then realizing how Petey affects their lives. [The villains, I realize, are more connected to Petey where as the more main cast/heroes are connected to Dog Man] Dapper used to be Petey’s enemy along with his pal. Blair was completely surprised, as she only knows Dapper to be more of the grounded type. No where near huge heroism. They bonded over how they used to have their gigs, Dapper was shocked at how Blair was a felon but he knew he didn’t want to turn her in. Blair eventually asked Dapper to join her criminal works, and Dapper took the chance. Ever since then, they keep working up to the supervillain role. Though it pains Dapper to change so negatively, it was better than staying alone. Blair only gained more attention, now rivaling Dog Man. Who seems to be the largest bother of the two. [That’s pretty much the intro-GOSH THAT WAS LON-]

COUGH I’ll keep it short for the others ^ ^! [edit: i dont thats short-

Arrosa - Some form of elite, being able to make pretty expensive events. [One being a yacht, one that Blair joined in while traveling to California! Cough, cough, they had a one-sided relationship </33 that was never resolved because Blair left so soon XP] She’s extremely kind, but doesn’t judge on common morale. [I feel like she’d happily be friends with an alcoholic-] She’s more of a past character, so I haven’t done much with her. But until it feels free to do so, just know I’m working on her family :]!

Trish - Ya ya heavily inspired of the trash Butler married! She works in an amusement park, where she met the Butler :> [Named Kyle because my brother says so] They gain a sweet, humorous romance as they bond together. Kyle being more delightful where Trish is more aggressive. The two are so close, leading to when Lil Petey & 80HD needed someone to look after them [In a situation where Kyle usually does, but can’t], Trish takes over. Which…she isn’t the best with kids, making Petey never-ever ever ever-make her in charge of the kids again/silly but yea. +Surprisingly, she likes Dog Man a lot for him being pretty clumsy!

Julle - Cousin of Petey, which is very chill. He is unemployed but excitingly searching for jobs. He doesn’t try to focus on his family’s history but he can’t let go of what surrounds them. He would be sent to Beverly Hills from his mother [Portabella, I haven’t done much with her to have a section but-she’s essentially Grace/Pandora’s sister. Who was NOT happy with Grampa/Sabir joining the family lol.] to made amends with Petey. [I’m realizing a lot of my ocs surround Petey but that’s because I’m making a duality for him and Dog Man. Because the canon characters are more leaning towards Dog Man’s company and trust me IT’S A LOT SO-]

ANDD then there’s Petey’s personal team, where I haven’t designed much of them, and I’m still working on it. But at least I got this out it it lol: “Palace, Polish, Price, Press, Precious, Perfume, Pardon, Pleasure, Promise, Passion, Power, and then there's Kyle lmao-” Why yes, I chose a P theme. XP So far I know Polish is the stylist [inspired from how my mom tells me I should be one <33] because yes. Price is accountant, Press/Power is similar to PR team. Palace is something important but I don’t know yet.

TY FOR ASKING LMAO THIS IS LONG-

[citadelofswords]

interstitialstuck kids + 14

14. "you're supposed to talk me out of this."

al finds audrey on a hill overlooking a labyrinth of mirrors, and not for the first time wishes sburb hadn’t been quite so on the nose with making every player confront the strange fear buried deep in their subconsciousness.

“thought it might be you,” audrey says, with a sigh. she barely has to glance at him, her control over mind so total she probably knew exactly who was going to follow her before she’d even decided to storm away.

“i drew the short straw,” al says lightly, because he knows it’ll make her laugh, and it does. “so. you good?”

“does it seem like i’m good?” audrey asks, and groans. “i just found out there was an entire conspiracy, apparently orchestrated by the future version of myself, that brought my best friend, my ex-best friend, shigeo’s brother and your brother into this fucked up game, but now they’ve somehow lost all four of them and have no idea where they are. and we had to find that out from her.” al knows immediately who she’s talking about; shoka had not endeared herself to any of them arriving the way she had. for her sake, al’s glad shadow’s doing his own personal quest on his own planet right now. “i’m surprised you’re so calm about this.”

heh. calm. audrey’s lucky she can’t feel the storm churning in al’s chest right now. “ed’s not incapable,” he says. “he had the alchemy thing too.”

“if he’s anything like you, and he’s still with the others, then they’re probably fine. is that what you’re trying to say?”

“he’s nothing like me,” al says. “but he is my older brother. so yeah. they’re probably fine.” he sits down next to her. “that doesn’t mean i’m not still worried about him. and i’m worried about emma and noah and ritsu too.”

audrey stares at her hands. “if i reach,” she said quietly, “i could probably find one of them. i could nudge them onto the path that brings them right back here, safe and sound. there’d be a consequence for it. there always is. trish would know it better than me. but i could do it.”

al just watches her carefully, and finally audrey looks over at him with some surprise on her face. “you’re supposed to talk me out of this,” she says.

“i told you,” he says. “i’m worried too.” that, and he knows audrey never would; she’s always been very deliberately against taking direct control of anyone’s fate without their foreknowledge and permission. if they were worse people, then perhaps.

“i need to go find them,” audrey says. “i know we have shit we need to do. i know we have to keep looking for the frog. but i— there has to be a reason why i told jason to bring them into the incipisphere. and it can’t just be for them to die. i need to find out where they went and make sure they’re safe.”

“okay,” al says. “give us a couple of days and we’ll go after them.”

audrey looks at him sharply. “what?”

“even if ed and ritsu weren’t there,” al says, “do you really think i’d make you go alone? that any of us would? no,” al says, standing up. “we’re all going to go. we have all the time in the world to find our genesis frog. a little detour won’t hurt.”

he offers her a hand, and audrey takes it and lets him pull her up. “you’re speaking for the group here,” she notes. “how do you know the others will say yes?”

“oh, please, like mob would ever say no,” al retorts. “and i think trish will surprise you. shoka…”

“she doesn’t have to come,” audrey says darkly. al laughs, and rubs at the side of his neck.

“i’m not going to turn her away if she decides to tag along,” he says. “you know that.”

“oh, i know,” audrey says. “but maybe i’ll just… nudge her into one of mob’s soup rivers.”

“yeah, what are up with those?” al starts to tug audrey away, and counts it as a victory when she only looks back at the mirrors once.

[silly-l1ttle-guy]

bucci gang + la squadra go ice skating

i like making headcanons. also consider this an au where they all just hangout or something idk

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BRUNO BUCCIARATI

he's never really ice skated before

he's happy to go nevertheless

he gets a hang of it fairly easily

he'll fall down a few times but he gets a good laugh about it

sticks close to Abbacchio

he'll help out Fugo once he's confident enough that he won't fall

he'll talk to the la squadra members when he takes a break from skating

like him and Prosciutto will sit down and talk for a bit

overall he has a good time

LEONE ABBACCHIO

you cannot tell me this man has never ice skated before

he used to take ice skating lessons come on

he's gracefully skating around while everyone else is falling on their asses

except for Ghiaccio, but we'll get to that later

he'll stick close to Bruno in the beginning to make sure he gets the hang of it

after Bruno gets the hang of ice skating, Abbacchio will probably give him a quick kiss and go off on his own

laughs at Giorno when he falls

"HAH! Giorno fell!"

will be offended if anyone laughs at Narancia or Trish for falling though

those are his kids, how dare they?

he'll zoom over to beat their ass

he has a fun time and shows off a lot

GIORNO GIOVANNA

he gets the hang of it after like five minutes

he's a natural at like everything

like he'll fall down a few times, but that's to be expected

and most of the time it's because Fugo's clinging onto him with the tightest grip you can imagine

"GIOGIO DON'T LET GO I'LL SLIP" "I've got you, don't worry"

this boy manages to make everything romantic.

after Fugo get's used to it they'll hold hands and skate around together

it's very cute

Sorbet and Gelato might even comment on how cute they are together (they're alive now. why? because fuck canon, that's why)

he likes to spin

you'll just see Giorno and Fugo spinning together and giggling wildly

then they have to take a break cuz they got too dizzy

he had a very fun time, probably the most fun he's had in a while

GUIDO MISTA

falls flat on his ass the moment he gets on the rink

and every five minutes after that

he'll purposefully stay close to Narancia and Trish, then grab on to them when he's about to fall and brings them down with him

they keep making jokes about each other too

"Damn Trish, I didn't think you'd be so shit at ice skating!" "Shut up Mista, you're lucky the ice can even support your fat-ass" "Yeah, I'm surprised the ice isn't cracking beneath you like in the movies" "Fuck off Narancia, you can hardly see anything with that shit eyesight of yours"

he starts sweating a lot too

Narancia and Trish end up trying to skate away from him because he smells bad

he just chases after them and subjects them to his stink

overall he has a lot of fun

PANNACOTTA FUGO

very wobbly

he just clings to Giorno for most of the time

he just really doesn't wanna slip and fall

not because it'd hurt, but because Narancia, Mista and Trish would tease him about it for weeks

he eventually gets the hang of it and just holds Giorno's hand and skates around with him

he's very peaceful during this time

GIORNO KEEPS SPINNING HIM AROUND AND HE WON'T STOP

they eventually have to take a break because he got too dizzy

Illuso probably makes fun of him for "being weak"

he just threatens him while trying not to throw up

"What? Are you too weak to handle a bit of spinning?" "Don't make me get out Purple Haze..." "HAHA NEVERMIND I WAS KIDDING"

he has a fun time with Giorno :]

NARANCIA GHIRGA

Stays close to Mista and Trish

they do stupid shit together lmao

"Trish I dare you to lick the ice" "EW no! Mista should do it" "WHY AM I BEING TARGETTED?!"

Have I mentioned that they only bully Mista

it's because Mista can take anything they throw at him

like literally he just brushes it off

Narancia falls over like 447837269 times

most of it is Mista's fault tho

I NEED TO STOP TALKING ABOUT MISTA HOLY SHIT

he does a stupid thing and skates over a thin patch of ice

it breaks and he falls in

Abbacchio zooms in to save him lmao

he has to go home early :[

he had a lot of fun though, minus the fact that he fell into the water

TRISH UNA

she's probably pretty good at ice skating

this is her first time, but she likes rollerskating so she gets the hang of it

she stays with Narancia and Mista

also her and Narancia keep bullying Mista, as stated before

she probably convinces Mista to carry her at some point

only for them both to fall

"DAMNIT TRISH! WE FELL BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO FAT!" "SHUT UP, FATTY!"

then they apologize because they feel bad

"You're not actually that fat btw Trish" "Yeah neither are you"

then they go right back to bullying each other

she ends up going home early with Narancia and Abbacchio

she has a really fun time though

RISOTTO NERO

he's so fucking scared of slipping it's hilarious

he's a big guy, everyone's gonna notice

also scared of falling through the ice

the only reason he's there is to make sure no one dies

which means making sure Ghiaccio doesn't kill someone

the ice cracked a little under him and he got so fucking scared lmao

like he just stood there

for five minutes

pissing himself cuz he thought he was gonna fall through

Someone eventually notices that he hasn't moved and comes over to check if he's ok

"Are you all good, Risotto?" "I'm going to fall through the ice. Help."

never again

GHIACCIO

figure skater

it actually calms him

literally everyone is impressed

he might even race Abbacchio if he's feeling up to it

he wins btw

will get mad if he sees someone doing it wrong though

"FORMAGGIO YOU DUMBASS! THAT'S NOT HOW YOU FUCKING SKATE!"

He uses White Album to keep the ice from melting

he's doing everyone a favour fr

ESPECIALLY since Mista is naturally a very warm person

he took warm-blooded seriously

anyway Ghiaccio is very good at ice skating

he has a good time

PROSCIUTTO AND PESCI

Pesci is too scared to get on the ice

Prosciutto bullies him into ice skating

I don't really have any headcanons for these guys

also my fingers are starting to hurt so I gotta wrap it up

they have an ok time

MELONE

he's pretty good at ice skating

stares at people asses while they skate though

that's all from him

he had a good time

FORMAGGIO

dick cheese

makes fun of Narancia for falling

gets beaten by Abbacchio

has to leave early

did not have a good time

ILLUSO

shit at skating

keeps fucking falling

did not have fun

SORBET AND GELATO

romantic

they kiss

and try to give relationship advice to people

"Bruno, we've got some advice for you" "Hey Abbacchio, want some relationship advice?" "GIORNO WE CAN TEACH YOU HOW TO BE A GOOD BOYFRIEND!"

They have fun

[starry-blue-echoes]

okay so I went on a walk and my brain started rotating the Merstars AU SO hard so I'm just going to yeet a bunch of random bullet point thoughts that I came up with and see what comes out of it-

the "world" the AU takes place isn't really like "real" life and is instead a super huge archipelago with hundreds of thousands of islands of varying sizes and kinds

Mers and other various Sea Magics are pretty well known as A Thing That Exists. Is it accepted? Depends on the location and the people, and Mer Hunters are unfortunately a pretty common thing, but it's slowly started dying out. This is actually thanks to Speedwagon since after Jonathan's death he started trying to use his influence as a Very Important Wealthy Merchant to change public opinion, and it's actually been working

Jonathan was a pretty well loved and very social member of the mers. He wasn't their leader by any means, but almost every mer in the archipelago knew about him, and his murder pissed a LOT of people off. Luckily thanks to Speedwagon, since then relations have gone from "it's on fucking sight" to "don't approach me and I won't approach you"

Morioh is one of the more isolated islands and a bit of an exception to the above thing, being the most accepting island in the whole archipelago. Honestly, at this point like half the town has at least a little mer blood in them, but they are primarily human passing. There are a couple of full blooded or half blooded mers that hang around, but Josuke was one of the first ones born in the town in a long while

currently debating how exactly the Morioh Trio are gonna be, since I want them to be a "full blood, half blood, human" trio for the funnsies, but other than Josuke I don't know which should be which. My current thought process is 1) Okuyasu is the full blooded and when he was younger he had a run in with Hunters which is where his scars came from since his dad more or less just fucked off and left him at their mercy at which Keicho had to save him which led to the two of the moving to Morioh, Koichi is the human and is Their Little Guy, is super familiar with how to work around mers and climbs them like a god damn jungle gyms, or 2) Koichi is the full blood and a really small mer but still Big for humans, he's a cuttlefish, got separated from his family when he was little which led to him being adopted by the Human Hiroses and Okuyasu is human and the resident Normie Guy, he's recently moved to Morioh and is getting used to how Positive human mer relations are here

still trying to figure out how the Stand Arrows work, since Stands..... aren't really a thing now. Probably some kind of super powerful Sea Magic thing going on, maybe turn partial mers/humans into full blooded ones?

the "Italy" of this world is a collection of islands that are under Passione's control, aka a group of pirates that have a literal fleet. Diavolo and Doppio are brothers, with Diavolo being a half-mer (maybe lion fish? I'm still deciding tho) and Doppio being a full human. Doppio is the face of the operation, but his brother is always lurking in the depths below the ship and even makes a couple appearances as the True Boss in human form. Trish is by extension 1/4 mer and they want to kill her so the truth about Diavolo won't get out

Passione, despite all the shitty stuff they do, is actually a surprising area of Human Mer teamwork. There are a lot of hybrids and even full blooded mers to the point they're almost the majority. For the most part people don't care what you are as long as you get your job done, and honestly if what they did wasn't drug trade and trafficking, they'd be pretty cool

the Bucci Gang don't have a whole lot of mer blood, and any they do have is pretty distant to the point they're almost human save for a couple little features (they also don't get full transformations), with the exceptions being Trish and Giorno. Trish I've explained, but Giorno is...... Really Really Weird with what he is. His birth mom was a mer, but Dio had mostly been using her to try and lure other mers so by the time Giorno was actually born she was killed. Giorno was then taken in by the Shiobana's, which obviously sucked ass, but he was able to pass as a human for a shocking amount of time because Sea Vampire Genes fucked with his aging, so he also looks a lot smaller than he should be. He's also been forced to stay in his "human" form for much longer than is strictly healthy which ALSO fucked with his size and health

Giorno is gonna be a giant sea snake, because I think it'll be funny because That's The Traditional Sea MonsterTM. Maybe during the final fight with Diavolo he gets shot with the arrow and falls off the ship all dramatic and everyone thinks he died but SIKE he suddenly grows to full Absolutely Fucking ENORMOUS Size And Kicks Ass

Jolyne is a siphonophore, I don't make the rules, she's Really Fucking Long

[mariyekos]

One day I want to write an AU where Dante and Vergil were actually born a few hundred/thousand years pre-story, which is something Dante tries to hide while Vergil doesn't. I have 2 main ideas for it- DMC1/3 Fusion AU and DMC4 AU. These got long, so I'm putting them under the cut!

In the DMC1 AU, it'd be sort of like a combination of the anime, DMC3, and what you see in DMC1. Dante'd look like he's in his late 20s for this one. He and Lady would meet because they've both been hired for the same job, then encounter each other on some odd jobs before they end up working together on a big one. Maybe Arkham killed Kalina Ann when Lady was a teenager, but didn't manage to enact the rest of his plans right away so Lady's been chasing him for a decade, hunting demons in hopes of finding a lead. Dante meanwhile just likes the human world, so he goes from place to place hunting demons until it gets too suspicious he's not aging and he has to leave. This AU'd have branching paths at the big job they take take together: the Temen-ni-gru or Mallet Island. In both cases Dante and Vergil haven't spoken for a while. Vergil's gone silent for years or even a decade or two in the past, but he'll have a bad feeling about this particular silence (for good reason).

The main difference between the two would be who Arkham allies with. In both cases, Lady isn't aware of how old Dante is, or just *who* he is until partway through. She knows he's part demon, but with the way he acts she assumes he's actually in his late twenties and the kid of a demon that was probably fairly powerful, but unknown. But the truth would come out partway through, which...would maybe change things, maybe not. It would be a shock regardless.

Back to the branches though, in Mallet you could go with the plot where Arkham is trying to revive Mundus, so Dante intervenes. This one would have a Nelo Angelo bit (making Dante feel terrible because he'd just allowed Mundus to do whatever he wanted with Vergil for who knows how long, all because he hadn't bofhered to check up on his unusually silent brother). I might have a sort of B-plot involving Lady, Arkham, and Trish to accompany the Dante, Mundus, and Vergil angle.

With the Temen-ni-gru, it would be your classic Arkham+Vergil relationship, but with a much older Vergil he wouldn't be tricked by Arkham this time. Arkham would think he has Vergil in the palm of his hand until he clearly doesn't and Vergil deals a fatal blow as soon as Arkham pulls off his betrayal. I think Lady would be pissed Vergil stole her kill, but ultimately have to back down for the Dante vs Vergil fight because with that many extra years under their belts, she'd be no match. Seeing them would be an interesting contrast though, because Vergil so clearly clings to the past (he'd be in a more Renaissance style than Dante) while Dante's all about the present and human world. This one...I think would be harder to resolve than the other one, because I'm not sure how Dante would convince someone so set in his ways (again, hundreds of years old at a minimum) to change, but it could be fun to play with.

As for the DMC4 AU, this one would be a case where Nero is still a teenager, and Dante's really surprised because oh boy, who in the *world* managed to convince Vergil to sleep with them when he'd been so uptight for centuries? And Dante's excited to have a family member and can't help but mess with them.

I think in this one it might also be fun if Fortuna was aware that Sparda had children because then you'd have a case where people potentially worship said children, whether or not they realize it's Dante. Maybe Vergil ruled Fortuna for a little while after Sparda left and that meant people knew he existed. Dante hadn't been aware he'd apparently come back, but Nero's proof enough so he's really going to have to have a talk with Vergil the next time he returns from his travels. I'm not set on whether the people of Fortuna would know that Sparda had twins, or if they'd just know about Vergil and thus be in denial that Dante could possibly be the son of Sparda because he's *so* different. In either case eventually people (or at least Nero and Kyrie) would have to reconcile Dante with the figure they'd been worshipping and that would be hard (and for Dante, hilarious). I think in this one I might make Lady part of a bloodline that has fought alongside Sparda since he split the Human and Demon worlds, sort of like the Castlevania series with Alucard and the Belmonts, while Trish would be someone Dante recruited a few decades to centuries ago (importantly, she's younger than him).

In this one I think part of the driving force would be that Dante wants humanity to be able to protect itself/prove its worth, or for Nero to protect them/prove his worth, because if they/Nero don't then Dante's worried Vergil might instead deem humanity a scourge and do something bad.

The plot of DMC4 revolves around humans using demons to fuel their own power, and in this case I think Dante will have found out about what Fortuna was doing too late to erase what they've done, so it's a case where humans need to prove that there are more good humans than bad humans so Vergil doesn't slam down the hammer. Dante can encourage them in the right direction, but he can't carry them the whole way. If he does then Vergil will deem his interference proof of humanity's weakness and do...Dante isn't totally sure what, but he doesn't like how Vergil's been the past few decades and he's increasingly been feeling like Vergil might decide he's had enough of the human world and side with the members of the demon world Dante *knows* have been slipping through the border to speak to Vergil. And while Dante doesn't think he'd *lose* to Vergil, the battle would lead to immense destruction and would weaken them enough that Dante's fairly sure Mundus or some other demon would take advantage of the chance to invade the human world while they're in no state to defend it.

...Anyway! That's two/three ideas for first that I will...maybe get to, one day, once I finish the million other fic ideas I have. I just really like the concept of "totally goofy guy is actually super old" or "frustratingly unserious guy is actually one of the guys you grew up worshipping, somehow." I think there's a lot of room for fun there.