#dont feel the need to match bb

[macbethsymphony]

charlou my love! I'm about to invade your askbox with all my horny thoughts. Dont' you dare answer them all at the same time, I know you're busy <3

Ok so! As you know I'm rewatching Wano and you know that gif of Marco's mouth? (sent it to you I don't know how many times). Anyways it sent my mind spiraling into what if Marco was angry with you and it just made him snap? My pretty usually composed bird just losing it? I bet he'd fuck good hehe

love ya! -M✨

Millie bb!!!!! I was gonna keep this one really short but you made it spiral out into something almost complete!!!! How dare you?! (jk love you for it)

It's this gif, right? ngl it sends my mind spiraling into unholy territory too

You're infuriating

Marco x fem!Reader

Summary: You’re angry at Marco and he’s angry at you and you fuck. It’s that simple ;)

tw: MDNI, 18+, nsfw, rough-ish angry sex, fingering, p in v sex

wc: 3.2k

It was a well-known fact that the first commander of the Whitebeard Pirates was nearly impossible to anger, notoriously difficult to rile up. Countless people had tried and failed to provoke him. But you? You didn’t even have to try, didn’t have to lift a single finger to bring him to the edge of madness.

"Do you even realize the risk you took back there, yoi?" Marco's voice thundered through the narrow corridor leading to the infirmary, every word laced with barely contained fury.

The stomps of your footsteps against the wooden floor echoed loudly, matching the volume of your voices and punctuating the escalating tension between you. Each of your step left a small imprint of blood, the pain in your leg raging but ignored as wrath blinded your senses.

"I had everything under control," you shot back, your own tone rising in defiance. "Until you—" Abruptly, you halted, turning around and jabbing your index finger into his chest with force. "Until YOU decided to fucking swoop in."

Marco's eyes blazed, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles twitched visibly. "Under control? You call that under control?" he retorted, his voice dangerously low. "You were inches away from becoming sea king feed, and you think that's control?"

The infirmary doors loomed ahead, your destination within reach but forgotten, the tension between you crackling like electricity. "I sure as hell didn't need your heroics," you spat, words dripping with bitterness. "I had it perfectly laid out, and you ruined it."

“Ruined it?” Marco scoffed, his expression darkening. "Your plan nearly got you killed. Again." His statement hung heavy in the air, the weight of his frustration palpable. “When are you going to learn to fucking listen to me, yoi?”

Listen to him? That made you see red. "Listen to you, Marco?" You stepped closer, and he instinctively stepped back, his eyes widening at the pure rage in yours. "You are not MY commander. Ace is." You looked him up and down, a sneer twisting your lips. "I don’t have to listen to a single word you say, pretty bird." The usually playful nickname was now laced with venom as you spat it out.

He regained his footing, stepping forward as you stepped back, the anger in his gaze blazing harsher than you'd ever seen. He started to speak, but you turned on your heel, determined to make your point, your quick steps leading you toward the sanctuary of the infirmary.

"Oi, get back here," he yelled after you. "I’m not done, yoi."

"Oh, fuck you, Marco." You shouted. "As I said, I don’t have to listen to you."

Marco's frustration boiled over. With a swift motion, he grabbed your wrist, yanking you back to face him. The sudden movement brought you chest to chest, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body.

“You will listen to me, yoi,” he growled, his voice low and threatening, his breath hot against your lips.

You laughed in his face, a rich, bitter sound. Fucking asshole. With your free hand, you unclasped the holster at your side, expertly cocking one of your guns and pointing it right at his face.

“Unhand me right now, pretty bird, or I swear I’ll fucking shoot.”

His grip on your wrist tightened, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity that made your breath catch. A manic smile broke on his lips. "You wouldn't dare," he whispered, his voice a mix of challenge and something darker, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

Your finger twitched on the trigger, but you didn’t pull it. He took a step forward, then another, and another, until he had you flush against the wall. His free hand shot over your shoulder, and he leaned close, effectively trapping you in.

“You will listen to me, yoi,” he repeated, his lips brushing yours.

Your heart pounded in your chest, a mix of anger and something you’d never admit to.

Fucking asshole.

The adrenaline still surged through your veins, the proximity, the heat of his body, the intensity in his eyes—it all combined to create a heady, intoxicating tension that made it hard to breathe.

“You think you can intimidate me, first commander?” you whispered, your voice full of insolence. You cocked your head back, looking down at him from your low vantage point. You slid the nozzle of your gun against his neck, across his chest, pointing it at his crotch. “It’s your last warning, pretty bird.”

For a heartbeat, neither of you moved, the air between you charged and electric. Then, with a sudden, desperate urgency, he crashed his lips against yours.

It was a violent collision of emotions, a raw, unfiltered exchange that left you breathless. Marco's lips were demanding, his grip on your wrist unyielding as he poured all his pent-up anger and passion into you. And you responded in kind, matching his intensity with your own, all teeth and tongue, clashing and almost snarling into it.

For a moment, everything else drifted away—the battle, your argument, the constant push and pull between you. Your hand fell to your side, gun forgotten and all that remained was the heat of his body pressed against yours, the taste of his lips, and the desperate need to assert your own power in the midst of his.

But you were nothing if not defiant. With a sharp twist, you broke free of his grip, shoving him back hard enough to make him stumble. Your eyes were blazing as you leveled the gun at him once more, your breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"Don't think for a second that you can just kiss me to shut me up," you snapped, your voice trembling with fury.

Marco wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving yours. There was a wild, dangerous light in them, a reflection of your own intensity. "And don't think for a second that I won't do it again, yoi," he shot back, his voice low and rough, a deadly promise that shattered the careful balance between the two of you. Slowly he stepped towards you.

Fucking asshole.

You retreated, each step a painful reminder of the battle that had just ensued, leaving smears of blood on the wooden floor that turned into dark smudges on the sterile tiles of the infirmary. Marco's deliberate footsteps echoed behind you as he closed the door, the latch clicking ominously in the small, quiet space.

Locked in a silent standoff, your eyes defiantly held his, the air thick with a volatile mix of anger and desire that pulsed between you. You leaned heavily against the cool surface of a nearby medical cabinet, swallowing hard against the rising tide of pain. The throbbing ache in your wounded leg grew more insistent, a stark contrast to the adrenaline high still coursing through your veins.

Gun held steady, your aim unwavering over his heart, Marco advanced with a dangerous calmness that belied the tension in the room.

“Put the gun down, yoi,” Marco growled, his voice a low, menacing rumble that ignited a primal response deep within you. “I know you won’t shoot.”

Your narrowed gaze bore into his, finger twitching with a tantalizing urge to prove him wrong.

“Not a fucking chance, pretty bird,” you shot back, words edged with defiance. “Not until you fuck off.”

As the barrel of your gun hit his chest, you could see light blue flames grazing his skin.

You scoffed.

Fucking asshole.

He wasn’t taking any chances, huh?

“You won’t shoot, yoi,” he commanded this time. There was an unusual sharpness in his gaze, condescension thick in his tone as he emphasized each word. 

And you hated it.

"You don’t get to order me around." Your finger tensed against the trigger, and as his hand moved to the barrel to push your gun away, you squeezed it.

It all blurred together. Bullets streaked through the air, passing through the haze of blue flames, burying themselves in the wall behind. In a swift motion, he disarmed you, gun falling with a loud clang on the tile. His grip on your wrist was so tight you felt the bruises forming, his other hand tangled in your hair, wrenching you back, your own fingers shooting to his forearm to keep your balance. Your body arched against the cabinet, and he closed in, looming over you, his ragged breaths brushing against your brazen smile.

Fucking asshole.

Your pulse pounded in your ears, drowning out the chaos of your mind as Marco pinned you against the medical cabinet with a ferocity that you didn’t know he possessed. You liked that look in his eyes. Unbridled fury suited him well.

“You fucking shot me, yoi,” he shouted in your face in bewilderment.

“I wish they’d been seastone bullets, you asshole,” you snarled.

He didn’t flinch at the harshness of your tone. Instead his lips curled into a predatory smile. As the shock subsided, amusement and lust swirled and mixed with the anger plaguing his features.

His tongue met your lower lip, then his teeth, taking all the time in the world, relishing the power he held over you in the moment.

His hand in your hair gripped harder, pulling you back further, nails dragging against your scalp. He wasn’t kind and the pain made you gasp, and he didn’t waste the opportunity. Your eyes fluttered close as his lips found yours and his tongue darted in, dominating yours.

The heat of his mouth melded with the anger still simmering beneath your skin, igniting a firestorm of desire that you fought to suppress. But resistance proved futile against the raw intensity of his touch, the taste of him searing into your senses.

Fuck.

Your legs felt weak and not because of the gaping wound on your thigh. The familiar dizziness of lust was starting to overtake the edges of your mind. A muffled groan escaped your throat, half defiance, half surrender as he deepened the kiss, devouring your response with a relentless hunger. His body pressed into yours, every line and angle hard against your own, a testament to the storm of emotions raging between you.

His hand left your wrist, and slid down your side, hairs rising in the trail of his touch. You struggled against the overwhelming pull of him, the magnetic force that drew you closer even as you fought to regain your composure. His fingers found the hem of your shirt, tracing upwards with a deliberate slowness that set your nerves alight.

As his touch grazed the curve of your breast, you let out a low, involuntary moan, the sound mingling with your ragged breaths. Your hands, no longer restrained, buried themselves in his open shirt, nails digging into fabric, pulling him somehow closer still.

He moved your head back, exposing your throat and his lips trailed along your skin. His hand roamed down to your hip, then to the front of your pants, fingers deftly undoing the buttons. He stopped at the lace of your underwear.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured, a plea whispered against your skin, his breath hot and tantalizing. The grip on your hair loosened and you slacked against him slightly. "Tell me to stop, yoi, and I will."

“Oh, fuck you, Marco,” you mewled into him, words muffled as your lips found his again. 

With a growl of approval, he pressed himself closer, his hand slipping past the edge of your underwear. You bucked against his touch, a dangerous need driving you forward.

He took his time, tips of his fingers dragging up your slit, gathering your arousal. He teased and relished the desperation slowly etching on your features.

As you opened your mouth to complain, his fingers found their mark, and you let out a broken cry, the sensation sending shockwaves through you. Marco's touch was skilled, knowing exactly how to unravel you with each deliberate movement.

"Fuck, Marco," you gasped against his lips, your hips moving in time with his rhythm. You felt his fingers enter you, his palm delightfully dragging along your clit. 

Oh gods. You felt your legs start to shake, the sweet promise of rapture so near.

He drank in your whines and mewls, lips moving lazily against yours, his focus entirely on you, fingers working you closer and closer to the edge. His gaze seared in the image of pleasure twisting your features into his mind. So pretty under him. 

The world suddenly ceased to exist, the only reality the heat and intensity of his touch, the way he made you feel alive and on fire all at once. A sharp cry escaped you as you came, leaving you breathless and trembling in his arms.

He quickly turned you around, the edge of the cabinet digging uncomfortably into your abdomen. You dimly heard the rattle of glass bottles and whatever instruments were locked in there, but it didn’t matter. He rolled his hips against yours and you could feel how hard he was against your rear. Suddenly you were ready to go at it again, craving to feel him inside you and you needed it now.

"Fuck me already," you demanded, impatience lacing your voice as you turned to face him. The sight that greeted you made you instantly regret it. His lazy grin of victory made your legs into jelly, and the satisfaction in his eyes ignited a desperate longing within you, making you want to moan his name.

Marco's grin widened, and he leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Always so impatient, yoi,” he murmured, his voice dripping with smug amusement.

You glared at him, trying to maintain your defiance despite the tremor in your legs and the pool of arousal he’d just left in your underwear. "Just shut up and do it already," you snapped, words wavering slightly.

He hummed, considering.

His hand trailed up and down your back, dragging your shirt, fingers brushing over your skin with deliberate slowness. Every touch sent a growing need to your core, heightening your anticipation. You let out a frustrated growl, your body aching for more. "I swear, Marco, if you don't—"

“If I don’t what?” His hands played with the waistband of your pants, still stuck against the curve of your hips.  He let them pool at your feet and as he dragged down your lacy underwear, his lips traveled along your neck. “There’s nothing you can do to me little feather.”

You weren’t aware of when he’d undone his own trousers, but you could feel his tip against your folds, your slick coating his length. Your hand shot to the edge of the cabinet for balance, a shaky moan escaping your lips as he pressed against your clit, against your entrance. Maybe it was the fact that you couldn’t see him, but he felt so big between your thighs and so frustratingly good.

You tried to back into him but he stopped you with a bruising hold on your hip. “Didn’t say ya could do that, did I?” he said as his hand tangled in your hair once again, pushing you forward, lifting your hips until you stood on tippy toes.

“I can do whatever I fuckin—” he started to enter you tortuously slowly. “Ah,” you gasped, he was stretching you so fucking much. “F-fuck.” Your thighs trembled and your knuckles went white as you gripped the edge of the cabinet with all your might. It was so fucking much.

“Ya can take it,” he grunted in your ear the strain of restraint evident in his voice. “Fuck that’s it. Be good for me, yoi.”

Once he was fully sheathed inside you, he stopped, recentering himself.

You could barely hear the soft unsteady laugh that escaped his lips through your own pants. His hand trailed from your ass to the curve of your spine, firing an electric shock to your core and your cunt twitching around him.

“So fucking wet, and warm and tight.” You could feel the satisfaction in his voice. “Who knew you could be so obedient, yoi?” He punctuated his statement with a slap to your ass that sent you positively keening under him.

You felt some of your slick drip down your thigh and your cheeks heated. You ached to feel him move. “Just fuck me already, Marco,” you pleaded.

He leisurely slid out of you, teasingly unhurried and you felt the absence of him, the growing need to feel him fill you again. He let out a low chuckle as he sensed you spasm against his tip, your body telling all you stubbornly kept to yourself, begging for him in your stead.

“Look at you, yoi.” He palmed your ass roughly, making you wait. “You’re dripping to the floor.”

He slowly pushed back in, the friction against your walls making the world around you go blurry. You were grateful for his hold on you as his pace gradually picked up, entirely unable to trust your own legs. You shook beneath him, completely claimed, your moans sticking at the back of your throat, but he still frustratingly teetered right at the edge, never enough to allow your orgasm to build.

“Please, Marco,” you keened, your voice a high pitch cry you didn’t recognize. “More.”

He snapped his hips at your demand, turning his pace hard and brutal and it was suddenly too much. Every drag of his cock made you see stars, shattered your breath. You sobbed out his name in a desperate plea but instead he brought his fingers to your clit.

The moan you let out was obscene, only enhanced by the squelching noises and Marco’s forceful grunts. You were certain that something had broken in the cabinet, the sound of glass loud but it was evident neither of you cared as he somehow increased his pace.

Your body sought to curl upon itself but you were trapped and it was all too much. You were aware he was almost just as close as you, his erratic thrusts and the way he bit into your shoulder clear indicators.

The world seemed to fade around you and you were suddenly lost in the moment. Every sensation was amplified, the intensity of the waves of pleasure washing over you consuming you. As the tension built to a breaking point, you cried out his name, your body trembling with rapture.

Marco followed soon after, his own climax a fierce, shuddering release that left him breathless and spent. He held you close, his forehead resting against the damp skin of your neck, both of you struggling to catch your breath.

"You're infuriating, you know that?" Marco muttered, his voice a mix of exasperation and amusement.

He placed a kiss on your shoulder before backing off. You whined as you felt him pull out, felt his seed along your thigh. Your legs gave out and he quickly pulled you into his arms before you could hit the floor.

“Real infuriating, yoi,” he repeated, bringing you to one of the infirmary beds.

You smiled as he sat you down and as he made to retreat, you dragged him to you by his shirt. "Right back at you, pretty bird," you replied as you kissed him softly.

It was tender this time around and he cupped your cheek, thumb tracing soothing circles.

“Let me clean that for you,” he murmured, eyes looking at the wound on your thigh. “Wouldn’t want it to get infected, yoi.”

Masterlist

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Hi there! So i hope you dont mind me requesting the BB league elite four members + Kieran with a disabled reader who used to be a former BB league elite four member themself (Romantic for Drayton and platonic for the others)

So basically, the reader used to be the fifth ranked member of BB league elite four but after Kieran became the BB league champion, they lost their rank to Crispin and now is the sixth ranked member. Though, they dont have any hard feelings and still see the elite four members as their friends

the reader had an accident when they were younger and now uses a wheelchair to move around. They have a gardevoir who they raised since she was a ralts and now helps her trainer with stuff (so maybe there’s something the reader needs but it’s on the top shelf, Gardevoir will then just use psychic and bring it down for them or maybe the reader wanted to try walking with a cane, if the reader fall, Gardevoir will catch them with psychic) and a Hisuian Braviary to help them get to places in the terrarium (if some hisuian pokemon still exist in this generation, who’s to say that Hisuian Braviary still exist as well)

With permission from the director, Gardevoir was allowed out of her ball to help the reader which then leads to a misconception where people think the reader is a psychic type trainer due to Gardevoir and Hisuian Braviary, when in fact they’re not. They are actually a ghost type trainer but they never bother to clear the misconception bc its funny to see people’s faces when people see their ghost type team.

Hope you have a lovely day/night btw!

- 🪷 anon

Oooh in regards to Hisuian Pokemon, I have a hc that they are extremely rare and got isekai'd to the present via space-time distortion bubbles (like opposite of how Porygon and Johtonian Sneasel were transported to Hisui)

Anyways these hcs sorta took off on their own haha, so they're under the cut!

.....

Drayton

Despite being wheelchair-bound for most of your life, that never stopped you from joining the BB Elite Four and becoming the fifth ranked member practically overnight.

Around that time, you and Drayton were dating, and during his champion days, he always tried to make time for you and put his duties on the backburner.

He knows you value your independence and will only help you out with stuff if asked.

But usually it's your two psychic types that assist you. They don't battle much, but rather work as your medical support Pokémon.

Gardevoir, a sweet lass you've raised since she was a Ralts, uses Psychic to retrieve things for you that are just a little out of your reach in the store.

One good days, you could walk around with a cane...but if they turn bad (ie your chronic pain acts up) she'll use Heal Pulse as a temporary remedy.

She also pushes your chair around in case your arms get tired, taking you around to accessible spots.

Director Cyrano gave you permission to let her stay outside her pokeball 24/7 so she can properly work.

You also have a Hisuian Braviary--who literally travelled across time and space to meet you--that flies you around the Terarium, letting you climb on their back while their talons securely hold onto your folded chair.

With those two often out and about, there's a common misconception about you being the Elite Four's psychic specialist...when in reality you have a ghost type team.

Many challengers find that out the hard way when they clear your trial and send their ghosts against you....only for you to reveal your own ghostly duo that hit back twice as hard.

Drayton loves watching your matches from the sidelines and laughs every time he sees their shocked faces.

He even proposed an idea that your team should remain a mystery up until the moment of battle.

All is well until Kieran comes along and dethrones him, which demotes you to the sixth ranking member..while Crispin takes your spot.

It wasn't exactly a position you liked, since it's on the cusp of disqualifying you as an elite member.

But you weren't mad at anybody over this...if anything you had to make sure Drayton didn't get too mad at Kieran.

Eventually, though, he learns that he could spend more time with you and has less responsibilities on his plate (ofc he's still petty, as we all know during Indigo Disk).

Despite his lax personality, he wants to do all he can to support you and defend you from harassment.

This man would definitely find excuses to carry you around.

"Oh why don't cha give your Pokémon a break and let me help you over here?" He suggests and you end up accepting his offer, letting him carry you from your wheelchair to the sofa in the club room...which is literally five feet away.

Still, you let him do what he wants.

Plus getting to cuddle is a nice bonus.

Kieran

You once knew him as this sweet shy kid who used to be scared of your Hisuian Braviary, always asking if they're gonna hypnotize him.

"No, Kiki..they just help me get around places."

"...a-are you sure? Because they're starin' at me kinda weird.."

"That's how they normally are."

Plus he (like many students) falsely believed you had a psychic team when you're actually the Elite Four's ghost-type specialist.

He admired that "element of surprise" you brought to the table and dreamed of the day he could challenge you himself.

But one trip to his hometown and back later...he's suddenly the Champion, a shell of his former self, who only sees Pokémon as tools for battle.

You wonder what happened to him, although apparently he had a bad falling out with some exchange student and took his angst out on everyone at BBA.

Getting you knocked down to the sixth rank was something he never really apologized for.

Despite that, he didn't tolerate people who talked shit about you, your ranking, your medical condition, or why your Pokémon get to roam more freely than their own.

"At least [y/n] is still out there training their team every day. At least they're turning their hardships into strength. What's your excuse?"

"I-I didn't mean any offense, Kieran! Listen, I'll apologize to them and-"

"Oh, you will...after we have a battle so I can assess your strength. No potions. No moves that boost attack, speed, or defense. If you lose, you resign. You have one hour to prepare."

Sometimes, you're not sure if he's genuinely looking out for you...or if he just wanted an excuse to bully club members around.

While he's aware that Gardevoir and Hisuian Braviary are mainly your medical support 'mons, he still thinks they can always try out battling.

"They could be the ones who help you climb the ranks again [y/n]. Surely you're tired of being in last place, aren't you?"

Yet the advice he believes is helpful is usually unwarranted half the time.

You could just be casually talking to a friend about how your opponent out-sped you and/or used Light Screen/Reflect...

Only for Kieran to barge into the conversation with "well maybe you should've taught Braviary Tailwind/Defog..but I guess you don't have the time for that" or something passive-aggressive that just makes you both uncomfortable.

Your psychic types are honestly annoyed by his new attitude..and you're just disheartened by how he acts around Drayton now.

You and him dating never bothered Kieran before, but now he just glares at your bf 24/7 and scoffs loudly if you're talking about anything except battling.

Despite everything, you knew he was going through something difficult, so you tried not to take his words to heart. You still saw him as a friend.

Someone who was just misguided in his ambitions.

After his humbling defeat and adventure into Area Zero, he comes back with extreme guilt, with you being the first elite member he apologizes to.

He especially feels shitty for distracting your psychic types from doing their jobs properly with his constant nagging to battle them.

But you forgive him, thanking him properly for all the times he's stood up for you.

And you do end up taking some of his unsolicited advice.

You invite him to a friendly double-battle when he returns from break and brought out Braviary and Gardevoir, using Tailwind and terastalizing one of them into a ghost type.

It turns out that whenever they're not working, they battle in perfect sync.

Crispin

In the beginning, this chef boi wondered how your two psychic types help you with your daily life, and you just explain everything as simply as you could to him during a picnic.

"So Gardevoir pushes me around, retrieves stuff I can't reach, and helps me manage my pain. Braviary just flies me around the Terarium....any questions?"

"Just one......do you use Braviary because the taxis here don't accommodate your wheelchair?" He assumes, already starting to fume. "How outrageous! That's not-!"

"Calm down, Crispy..they do. I'm just saying that I'd rather fly with Brave most of the time. It's not only convenient, but more fun for me."

"...o-oh, right. Sorry for getting all fire-up back there.." He gushes.

After learning how hard they work, he absolutely wants to make sure they're fed well everyday! Snacks alone won't sustain them. He knows this for sure.

So he's always cooking them up something, often wanting their opinion on the meals and sandwiches: are they too spicy or not spicy enough?

The same goes for your ghost types, too (especially if you have a Chandelure, Ceruledge, and/or Skeledirge on your team).

But after Kieran becomes the new champion and Crispin takes your rung on the League's ladder..he feels really awful and constantly apologizes for pretty much replacing you.

He should feel good about climbing closer to the top, but he doesn't, as he cried over the possibility of you hating him forever or resigning from the club because of him.

When you confronted him, he tried blaming the onions.

But your Gardevoir--one of the most emotionally-intuitive Pokémon out there--saw through his lie, and you had to reassure him he was still your friend.

You kept telling him you weren't mad....until you almost got mad fr because he wouldn't stop asking if you were 100% sure of that.

To prove it you, your psychic pokemon, and your ghost team all split one of the spiciest sandwiches he's ever made.

By the time it was finished, you were convinced you just learned the move Flamethrower.

Yet seeing that bright smile return to Crispin's face made it worth the agony.

Lacey

She loves hearing that you have a Gardevoir (or just cute ghost Pokémon in general).

If you have a Mimikyuu on your team, that's a plus in her book.

But regardless, she's the first to give you a warm welcome into the Elite Four, explaining the criteria and tests you had to pass in order to be accepted as a member.

Yet even outside of battle, she quickly discovers that your ghosts are still mischievous at best--always playing pranks on her fairies with moves like Phantom Force, Shadow Sneak, Astonish, and Poltergeist.

Ofc they never mean any harm, but when she hears Whimsicott squeal in fright, she's quick to come to its rescue and scold the perpetrator.

If you have a Gengar, it just laughs and mocks them both until it hears you roll up like "that wasn't very nice, y'know...apologize to Lacey and Whimsicott right now, please".

Even if it's a little defiant, a glare from Gardevoir or Hisuian Braviary is enough to make it relent and apologize.

Speaking of whom, seeing an ancient variant of Braviary did frighten Lacey upon first meeting them (especially with their hypnotic-looking faux flaming "eyes").

But over time she grows to like them, seeing how obedient and gentle they are with helping you get you around the Terarium.

If you have any decal on your chair, she'll suggest adding a few more things to make it "cuter". Like stickers of fairy types or a soft pillow for your back.

When you get demoted to the sixth rank in the League, she bought you those exact things to cheer you up, feeling bad that things turned out the way they did

But you expressed zero grudges towards anyone and appreciated her kindness.

Her Granbull always offers his tummy to you should you wanna rest somewhere--even though this makes Braviary a little jealous bc they're supposed to be your favorite resting spot.

Their rivalry is amusing, but Gardevoir often has to come to her fellow psychic type's rescue.

Meanwhile you're just sitting back and snickering at their banter, while poor Lacey begs you not to encourage this behavior.

Amarys

When you both first met, you found her personality rather off-putting, assuming she was doubting your capabilities of being an Elite Four Member despite passing all the tests.

She never seemed happy for you, her face always blank.

Growing up, a lot of people have pitied you, given you odd stares, or thought you would've given up being a Pokémon trainer...and some even asked outright insensitive questions about what happened to you--and seeing how Amarys acted kinda brought some of those ugly memories back to the forefront.

But once she realizes this, she apologizes straightaway for giving you such a bad impression, clarifying that she fully believes in your battling abilities.

Since then, you've formed a better friendship with her.

She asks you respectful questions about your wheelchair (ie if it's made from any strong alloys, how well it gets you around the Terarium's biomes, etc.) and how Gardevoir and Hisuian Braviary aid you in your daily life and listens well.

Learning that you actually battle with ghost types despite the misconception circulating around the school wasn't too surprising.

If anything, Amarys believes that was quite strategic on your part.

It's no wonder you have a lot of victories under your belt.

Even after getting demoted to the sixth rank, she's impressed you're still able to bounce back from such defeat..and that you didn't hold it against Kieran or anybody.

She believes he could learn a lesson or two from you and not take his loss against Florian/Juliana so hard...but knows that's not her place to speak.

[stariikis]

I dun know if you did this already. But imma spice it up.

7 moots you wanna get closer with + why? Annnnd What was Your first thought on their texts / blogs / asks wtv.

Feel free to do This if you want orrr if you dont

hiiiii sorry this is late i'm for real a pro at procrastination TT thanks for the ask bb I don't have 7 people tho haha

@ashtxrie - babes I really think you're the sweetest angel, my imposter syndrome slips away bit by bit every time u reblog my fics ! really hope we can talk more

@rikiws - I think you're so cool and so niki coded broo like lowkey our themes are matching too cos green :p

@sugariricookies - your user really suits you like you give off wony vibes SOO strongly, and you suit pink glitter and sparkles and confetti I think you are a cutie patootie

@suhiiiies-blog - why are we the same person in a diff body?? we need to talk more I think you are super cool and it made my day when you reached out to me via asksss

sorry guys just know that I would be ultimate besties with u guys (I love you all) if I didn't ghost ppl so much

[sillylittlelemon]

HELLO!! ok sorry I’m not sure if ur still doing match ups so u can just ignore this if u want but could I get a saiki k and a hazbin hotel matchup <33

- I’m a certified yapper and I will ramble on about my interests for hours

- Im a big people pleaser and I try my best to make everyone around me feel comfortable and appreciated

- I tend to tolerate toxic behaviour just to avoid abandonment

- Im a romcom enthusiast and a bit of a film buff

- I like loads of music and singers but lately I’ve been loving my bloody valentine , salvia palth , alex g and Tyler the creator.

- My love languages are probably acts of service and physical touch.

- My humour is kinda all over the place and Im a sucker for dad jokes and well thought out dirty jokes

- I’m a hopeless romantic and I would probably fall head over heels for anyone who shows the slightest amount of interest in me

Okay- i wasnt sure about your sexuality (or gender) so ill do short headcannons for two characters i think youd fit with (seperatly not poly)

Sorry to my other requests im working as i go- right now tumblr is a passion project so ive gotta feel like- i dunno 'the spark' to actually get it done, but i promiseim trying

ALSO just a warning to anyone who reads/requests saiki k stuff, its been a bit sincei watched the show and also i donthave anywhere ican watch it currently so characters areprobably atleast a little ooc

This chick-

(I make a vauge reference to a little spice in her part but nothing explicit or bad)

And this guy-

YES. I know they have totally different vibes but hear me out.

He gives such 'im a big tough guy, but please love me in secret and call me your favorite boy'

she gives such 'im a brat but im your brat and actually i just want love and attention because i look like i would have major mommy issues'

And i dunno it just works

He would def be a cuddle bug once the walls are down and yall have bonded more and your in private(read: MUST be in private bc bb boy is defensive and dont f with pda), i feel like hes the type to hold you on his chest and rub your back (yall are laying on his/your couch or bed) and when he thinks your asleep he starts murmuring under his breath about how he's so glad you got past his walls- about how it means so much to him that you put up with his bs. This def lead to you pretending to be asleep more often so you can hear in words how he really feels, because lets be honest, words dont always equal feelings, and sometimes (i.e most times) he doesnt say it how he means it.

Now HER on the other hand-

All. Over. You.

Like..

Lowkey her?

Shes just so happy to HAVE you, right? Like- soulmates or not, youre hers. She adores you. Worships the ground you walk on, praises you breathless in more ways than one. Shes so confident- like... even if she isnt ACTUALLY, she portrays it so well, and she Hypes. You. Up. 24/7, 365. No matter if youre short, tall, heavy, skinny, freckled, dark, pale, or anywhere in between. She is making sure everyone knows youre her girl (or boy or whatever but based on your sentence structure im guessing female?) [NOT MEANT TO BE OFFENSE I SWEAR I JUST IMAGINED YOU BEING FEMALE?] -oh god im gunna get cancelled-

N-E-Ways

Same here but itll be just generally better bc im more caught up with this fandom lol

He is this

But he wants to be this so bad

Sir precious for my darling precious

And

His love lmao

Sir Precious is 100% angel material (take that sera you bitch 🤟😝) He's just.... precious. Lmao. We've seen how flustered he gets with Cherry and imagine that but like- in an ACTUAL relationship with pda and shit. Like- stuttering, panicking, but also completely soothed by the hand currently resting in his? So many conflicting emotions, y'knowwww... he might need a kiss to get his head straight? Or maybe two? Hmmm, no that didnt work- lets try three, third times a charm right? *cue pentious sly+nervous smile* Would 100% bury his face in your tits/chest (under much encouragement and reassurance even more now that his minions spill the tea that hes been talking in his sleep about this very moment)

-can we talk about the smooth bass in the finale?-

-poor husk, man was singing and smiling like his soul was free-

Why do i feel like this is right up her alley?

Onto Miss Bomb,

She's a lot more brash in her affections. Not afraid to tug you down to her level and suck your soul out through your lips. Def had an emo phase when she was alive (if shes not still in it) She just.. loves you. Like her and angel you guys bicker, but i feel like while youre bickering she has her chin resting on your chest/tits, staring up at you with the slyest smirk and biggest heart eyes known to demon AND man kind.

[carlos-needs-a-nap]

INTRODUCTION POST

Hello! My partner bullied me into making this My name is Carlos.

I'm from Tampico, Mexico 🦀

Currently living somewhere in the San Joaquin valley in California, US

I'm 1/2 Mexican, 1/4 Greek and 1/4 Arabic

Yo hablo Espanol fluido :)

Γνωρίζω επίσης άπταιστα ελληνικά :)

Sono dannatamente bravo in italiano :)

أحاول أن أتعلم اللغة العربية، لكني لا أجيدها :/

I'm just some waiter at some Denny's just outside of some shopping mall (save me i hate it here)

I probably won't be venting on this blog, but I do vent quite often outside of this blog so I may occasionally share my thoughts with a vent tag

I'm 19, I won't be posting anything NSFW here but I don't feel comfortable dming anyone under 14, but feel free to be mutuals regardless of age :)

He/him pronouns, cisgender gay + polyamorous

I have 2 QPP's @cori-needs-a-break (her url matches mine isnt she the cutest) and @number-1-joey-jordison-misser

I don't like posts simply because this is a sideblog off of my main (you can't have my main acc. Don't ask.)

Semi-disabled? I've been told I have a disability, but I dont think I am disabled personally except for some depth perception problems, but I am totally blind in one eye and I do wear an eyepatch because that eye is funky looking

I like:

I LOVE SLIPKNOT. IF YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT SLIPKNOT I WILL MARRY YOU ON THE SPOT. PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT SLIPKNOT OR LET ME YAP TO YOU ABOUT SLIPKNOT I'LL BE YOUR FRIEND FOREVER

My partners <3333333

my chemical romance

pan dulce (all of it. if you dont know what im talking about bb ur missing out)

gore <3 (No. I will not be posting any gore of any kind. I'd like to keep my blog tyvm)

Horror films (my favs are IT (2017), Saw, Friday the 13th, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, and Nightmare on Elm Street)

[milesworld96]

WATCHING DYNAMITE RNN

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOO CARDBLADE HAS HIS OWN TITLE, I FUCKING LOVE BCG SM😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 HE NEEDS TO STOP, I CANNOT DEAL WITH JUICES DANCES💀💀💀💔💔💔 OH I AM SO HERE FOR THIS, I CANT WAIT FOR FULL GEAR. UH GUYS HE HAS THE ACCLAIMED DWWW

MJF💞💞💞💞💞 WHAT HE WAS TO COMIC-CON? WHAT THE FUCK😭😭😭 OH LAWC I AM SO READY, OMG CASTER BOWENS BILLY. YES PLS MJF TEAM I NEED THIS SO MUCH. I HAVE BEEN WAITING SO FUCKING LONG I BEG. OH? CASTER IN THE BATTLE ROYALE? FUCK YEAH. LMFAOOO BRO HAS NO CHILL, PUT A RING ON IT? DAWG UR JUST ASKIN FOR IT😭😭😭😭😭💀💀💀💀💀 CASTER I BEG LISTEN TO BOWENS (“But he’s my scumbag” ILYSM caster)

OMGGGG HI GIRLLL❤️❤️‼️‼️‼️ Girl they are just so😍😍 A ONE COUNT WHAT? YEAAHHHH LETS FUCKING GO, HIKARU RETAINED😚😚🫶🫶🫶

ADAMMMMMMMMMMM. HAAIIIIIII ;33 oml him going over his past with Christian from when they were young is so cute I can’t. Chris why would do that. Awwwwwwww Adam😭😭😭😭😭 this got me in my feels Chris+Adam is so sweet I can’t with them. Sad that they r gonna brutally murder each other soon <\\3 no pls I need them to beat the shit out of each other, ADAM FIGHT HIM. At least ik his title safe <\\3

HHAAAAIIIIII WARDLOW :3333 NAAAAHHHH BRO IS DONE AFTER ONE POWERBOMB. OMGGG THE MJF WRISTBAND, GIRL NO STAY TF AWAY. NAH WAEDLOW WHAT IS U ON🤨🤨🤨 WHY U KNOCK OVER TONY😭😭

KENNNYYYYYY, PLS PUT HIM BACK IN THE CHAMPIONSHIP VIEW. OMG PLS I BEG PUT THE DON CALLIS FAMILY BEHIND YOU, GO AFTER MJF. OMG HAIIIII MJF HIHIHIHIHI 13 DAYS OMGJJDSIJZZJ KENNY ON&BHESNNAJSN I AM SO HERE FOR THIS, PLEASE I NEED THIS WHAT THE FUCJ

Oh no, another viewing into Adam Cole’s kidnapping. RODDY STOP BEING SO RUDE. Is this food porn. GIRLIES WHAT 😭😭😭😭😭😭 YEAH STAND UP 4 YOURSELF ADAM. LEAVE LEAVE LEAVE. ESCAPE THE KIDNAPPERS. OMG RODDY FINALLY TURNING A NEW LEAF? IM BEGGING, I CANNOT I NEED TO SEE THE KINGDOM & RODDY TRYING TO BE NICE TO MJF😭😭😭💀💀💀

HAAIIIIII HOBBS, HAAIIIIIII TAKESHITA☺️☺️❤️❤️❤️ GLOAT IT BB, PUT JERICHO IN THE FUCKING DIRT. FUCK YOU CHRIS JERICHO. YOO?? DON HOW ARE YOU DISSING KYLE WHEN YOU LITERALLY HAVE WILL OSPREAY IN YOUR CORNER. DO YOU THINK HE REALLY GON CHOOSE YOU FOR DOING THAT TO KYLE😭😭⁉️ KYLE DONT TAKE THE FUCKING OFFER, JUST WORK ON GETTING WILL OUT

HIIIII KENNY☺️☺️☺️💞💞💞💞💙💙💙💙🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ this match is GOING to serve so much cunt omfg AND I WAS SO RIGHT. AAAAAA IM GOING FUCKING INSANE OMFG KENNY UR FACE‼️‼️ every once in a while there will be matches that change me as a man, and this is definitely one of them. THIS SHIT IS MAKING MY GAY ASS GO FUCKING NUTS, AAA KENNY. HE WON‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 Sorry Kyle, but look on the bright side no Don Callis in your ear now!!!! :)) SHUT THE FUCK UP DON

OMG OMGNDJBSRIHSFBVIHGSRBIHFBHIS3UIEBAEAFBUI OMG DANHAUSEN VID DANHAUSEN VID I CANT HAIHIAHIAHIABIABIAHIAHIAHIAHAIHAIAHIAHJAI I CANT WAIT FOR HIM TO COME BACK IM GOING FUCKING INSANE OVER THIS OMFHRSHJBIFSJHBVHDJSBCJHDAKHBCMHDAHMBCKDAHHBCKHSBDCBKHDAHBCBKHDABHCIUADBCKUADBCKUBHKDS KUBS

OOOOOOOOOOOODZJJCJSF HSF IM WATCHING THAT PREMIERE VID, SWERVE BBBYYYY OMLL. OMG SWERVE NANA HIHIHIHI. IM SO HAPPY FOR YALLS. Swerve what’s wrong, oh OH HANGMAN AND SWVER BACK @ IT AGAIN. HANGMAN :(((((((( OHHOHO I AM SO EXCITED 4 THIS

IITS STTIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGG. lol I just like saying it, not rlly a big fan of him but he cool. Ewww Hulk Holgan mention. YAY NATURE BOY MENTION‼️he still does got it ngl👏👏 AA DEBUT STARTING AT REVOLUTION AND RETIREMENT STARTING AT REVOLUTION, WHAT A BIG CIRCLE. HOPE THINGS TURN OUT FOR YOU MAN YOU BEEN AROUND FOR SO LONG AND HAD A LONG GREAT CAREER. HOPE YOUR HAPPY THO BRO

AAAAA ITS RJ CITY OMG JIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIH TONI HIHIHIHIIHIHHIHI ILY BOTH SO MUCH HIHISHDHCHXBBCBHCNXBXBHXHSA I’m sorry what, HOW ARE YOU GONNA PLAY THE PICTURE SMD THEN GO TO COMMERCIAL? WHAT THE FUCK IM MISSING QUALITY CONTENT OF RJ CITY AND TONI. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

OH NAH, NICK WAY E AND HIS MOM⁉️⁉️ WATCH YOUR TONE YOUNG MAN. GIRL NICK WHAT. R U FR TELLING UR MOM TO SHUT UP? BRO YOU GON GET AN ASS BEATING WHEN YOU GET HOME. GIIRRRRRLLLL SHE GON HIT YOU WITH THE HANGER WHEN YOU GET HOME. CHRISTIAN CAGE‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ OMG NAH SHE SMACKED HIM⁉️⁉️⁉️ NAH CHRISTIAN HAS THE ADOPTION PAPERS NOW💀💀💀 OMG DARBY HAIAHAIHAIAHAIAHIA. CHRISTIAN FR IS NICK’S NEW DAD😍😍😍😍 (I can be his male wife) OMG DARBY GETTING RAGDOLLED AGAIN. AH NICK WHAT HAPPENED WHY ARE YOU BLEEDING SRE YOU OKAY. STING GET OFF OF CHRISTIAN NOW‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ AW CHRISTIAN BEING A GOOD DAD AND CHECKING HIS SON🥹🥹 hope Nick’s tooth is okay tho. (Wonder if Chris is checking in on his other son too)

WAIWAITIWIT TRIOS MATCH? KIP SABIAN? OMG ARE WE BRINGING BACK KIP SABAIN VS ORANGE CASSIDY AGAIN? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I BEG I NEED THEM BACK FEUDING TOGETHER I NEED IT NOW

OMG OMG BEST FRIENDS + HOOK FXFHIISHCIHNCEINEWJKCNWNCSIDCNCKDJSNC HAI HAI HAI HELLLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO KRIS VS WILLOW FUCK YESYESYESYEYSYES I NEED ORANHE VS KIP AGAIN PLEAS

Wait WAIT WAIT THE ACCLAIMED V DADDY MAGIC ANGELO AND DANIEL? OMFG YESY3YESYYESYYEDY I CANT WAIT OVUIHIHGRVIYBSRVYIR AND WE’RE GETTING HOOK+RVD AGAIN ON DYNAMITE? I AM LOVED I AM TRULY LOVED

Stray Bullet Juice Robinson is so slay, I love it💛💛 CAASSSSTTERRRRRRRR HAIHAIHAIHAI BBG🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷✂️✂️✂️✂️✂️✂️✂️✂️✂️ MAX STOP THRUSTING UR BELT, LISTEN TO BOWENS AND BEHAVE😭😭😭😭😭 NNNNNAAAAAAAHHHH CASTER YOURE FOWL 4 DOING THAT ON LIVE TV💀💀💀💀 NOOO DADDY MAGIC LET DANIEL DANCE ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ I NEED MJF ON COMMENTARY MORE PLEASE TK🥲🥲 MJF PAYIN LFF DUSTIN?🤨 OOOOOO BOY, NAH HE KNEED JUICE IN THE NUTS💀💀 tricky? Y’all’s relationship is tricky? AAAAAWWWWWWW TONY🩷🩷 that’s RIGHT MAX, Caster still loves u very much🩷🫶 AAAA TRENT & DUSTIN HUG☺️☺️ NOOO TRENT :(( bro stay losing💔💔 OH OH DANIL ELIMINATE HARDY. DADDY MAGIC😠😠 NOOONONONO PLEASE DONT SET THIS UP AS A DANIEL AND DADDY MAGIC SPLIT. CASTER IM BEGGING WIN PLEASE PLEASE PELASE. MICDROP🎤✂️ HE GOT HIS TITLE BACK FROM JAY WOOOOO. LOWBLOWING MFF. NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO CASSTTERRRRR💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔💔 at least we have both of max2 laid out on the floor😔😔 wish the best 4 you Maxi❤️ (hope Caster & Adam r there to support him)

[spiralcloudpassage]

innn your informed opinion what are the best souls (bb + er inclusive) outfit sets purely visually

I'm gonna assume u mean full matched sets here because mixed set game in fromsoft IPs is incalculable. BUT for funsies i'll do my favorite one from each teehee. I won't post pictures bc im doing this on mobile fyi and they dont want to cooperate

DS1: i think it's gotta be the silver knight set. It's such a classic and it's so imposing and in my heart of hearts the chest and shoulders are inspired by claymore so #feminist win. Honorable mention to gwyndolin's set of course and i've always been a fan of the crimson robes.

DS2: DID NOT PLAY so i wont comment other than saying the faraam set is the best "canon" player-knight set. It's a step-up from the elite knight set with the fur and the cape and i can't even remember what ds3's looks like (not good).

DS3: Sunless set easy. The filigree and the habit.... the oyster shell pauldrons.... Vilhelm's or the dancer's are nice of course and the soul of cinder's armor is great with its thematic design, but i like how serene the sunless set is. I wish it was available earlier but Sirris' quest gets into a good portion of the mid-game, and i don't like wearing outfits i feel like I stole from another character.

BB: The choir set is such a well-made garment and it looks so good in game it drove me crazy back in the day. The embroidery across the cape and the hem of the robe and the filigree on the blindfold are a nice distinguishing feature that elevates it above the other church garments, along with the thin blue ribbon collar that signals pedigree. Almost every outfit in bloodborne is incredible though so I have to stop here and it's hard to really choose.

ER: we need to be honest with ourselves the armor sets in elden ring are BAAAAD like they are NOTTTTT that cute in comparison to any of the other games. A lot of things that look very similar or are just so unique that they read as tacky or gaudy- i like more individual pieces than I do full sets. I'm always mixing and matching in this game. There are a few really strong ones though-- Blaidd has my favorite armor in the game (go figure) and the Carian set is my favorite knight, followed immediately by the Cleanrot set. I'd love the raging wolf set if the helmet was different i hate that stringy white wig. The nox maiden sets are also good, and i also really like Maliketh's black armor with the gold accent but it has that awful fucking wig too !!!! I dont want maliketh's mane, thank you. It looks better on him.

[wonusite]

Damn unfortunately i dont remember any of my previous asks but i got some new headcanons

Lets talk about my fave trops/au's for each member and you share yours and see what we have in common

Seungcheol - sugar daddy (do i need to explain lol) (also you newest seungcheol fic is one of my fave tropes but im not sure about how to word it out?)

Jeonghan - frenemies to lovers, secret pinning and hiding it with being teasy

Joshua - Prince/Royal au

Jun - the boy next door/strangers to lovers

Soonyoung - sunshine x soft girl who is shining with the sunshine (i made this up but it fits)

Wonwoo - quite looking boy who is actually a freak (both in the sheets and streets) / badboy

Jihoon - soft-for-only-you/sunshine x secret sunshine

Seokmin - your (not) a gentleman fic is perfect for him, thats exactly how i imagine him / sunshine x sunshine / strangers to friends to best friends to lovers

Mingyu - popular guy who falls for the not so popular girl / jock au / puppy boy x cat girl

Minghao - old time au (not an exact time period but its definitly not modern or close to modern times) / royal au / strangers to lovers / a little bit of magic or soulmate stuff

Seungkwan - bestfriends to lovers / neighbours au / not-so-secret-pinning / idiots to lovers / oblivious one x obviously flirting one

Vernon - "they met because of their pets" au / quite looking but actually crazy boy x loud af girl / sunshine x sunshine but also her protecter

Dino - childhood friends to (strangers to) lovers / secret pinning / "one of them is a celebrity and the other one keeps them in the line, sane but also their biggest support" au

Also i am feeling so much better right now, i think i will recover fully in a few days, thank you so much for your advice 💗

I might send some of my fave edits in a short time btw so be prepared (evil laugh) (you all are gonna die with me)

okokok let’s get into it

ok so i def agree w seungcheol bc he just exudes that rich powerful man energy idk (and I would say it’s a ceo trope or dilf trope)

also agree with jeonghan like it’s either that or pure enemies to lovers w the “been in love with you the whole time” trope to go along with it

shua and royal au is a perfect match as well. he also fits friends to lovers or boy next door trope

jun is idiots to lovers for me all the way.

soonyoung is frenemies to lovers or longtime crush.

you are right abt wonu and i also rlly the like loser boi who’s super whipped for his gf trope for him

1000% agree with the jihoon and gyu tropes.

ahhh thank you sm and tbh that’s the way i see it too seokmin is just so soft and cute and sweet :(

hao def fits that old times vibe and soulmates or reincarnation trope idk. he just has a timeless face if that makes sense lol.

kwannie is def besties to lovers

vernon gives strangers to lovers where you don’t know if he actually likes you bc of how he is but will be so obsessed w u the whole time

chanie is the poster boy for childhood besties to lovers. like that part where they turn into strangers also. it fits so well idk.

i’m glad you’re feeling better bb remember to take care of yourself ok <3 also i look forward to going through them so we can suffer together 🥲

[catharsim]

For Jamie 🖊️ 💍💯🎂 and for Mavis bb 🚗🎶💯🎂 <3

Jamie:

🖊️ BALLPOINT PEN — does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

I feel like he would/does but I dont have any specifics for him atm. I think he will get some in the future maybe.

💍 RING — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings?

He has had both ears pierced but doesn't wear earrings regularly so they close up and he re-pierces them as he needs lmao. I also lowkey want to give him a lip ring..

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

He's actually extremely emotionally attached to his polo horse. He loves spicy food. He can't roll his R's.

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

His birthday is November 30th. He's 23. He's a scorpio sun, aquarius moon, and scorpio rising (yikes on bikes tbh). He's very rough around the edges but actually cares very deeply about the people he lets in past his "chaotic party boy" exterior. He's very stubborn and can come off aloof and lets his ego get in the way a lot. I'd say his personality traits match his chart well, but physically he doesn't give off the goth vibes that scorpio suns and/or risings typically do.

Mavis:

🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars?

She does have a drivers license. She can drive boats (including smaller yachts) too!

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

I'd say some mix of indie and pop. A little classical and jazz here and there too. She travels a ton for work so I'd say she's listening to music anytime she's not with her friends or her mans.

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Deathly allergic to shellfish. Loathes anything denim. How things smell is a huge thing to her whether it's people, places, etc. She always wants things to smell nice (which means expensive)

🎂 BIRTHDAY CAKE — when is your oc's birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

She was born August 10th. She's 21. She is a Leo sun, Libra moon, and Gemini rising. Mavis' whole aesthetic is dreamy and luxurious. She's in her head a lot but somehow always manage to look amazing and capture attention wherever she goes, so I think that's pretty fitting for her big 3.

[simquoya]

I’m curious what your cc folder looks like. In your build buy folder can you list 20 creators? If so who? Do you ever purge old build buy cc? Is there one particular creator you always look for updates on new cc? What’s your absolute favorite type of build buy cc ie: plants, books, sculptures, kitchen clutter, wall art etc. last question… are you maxis match or mix and do you have any alpha items you can not live without? If you’re more of a CAS junkie than a builder/decorator just replace the build buy question with CAS. Feel free to do both.

oooh im sure mine is so boring LOL.

In your build buy folder can you list 20 creators? If so who?

build/buy, can i name 20? barely! 🤣🤣🤣 maybe 20 overall bc of all the random pieces i have, but mains? nope.

Do you ever purge old build buy cc?

my bb folder is only 2.89 gb so i don't purge it really. i got some artwork from a few sets that im not feeling, so i need to delete those. but everything else can stay! it's taken me a long time to be content with having bb cc in my game. but when i dont like it i usually remove it immediately.

Is there one particular creator you always look for updates on new cc?

i really enjoy leaf-motif's clutter and myshunosun furniture. but i try not to actively seek out any cc so i can keep my folder to a minimum.

What’s your absolute favorite type of build buy cc ie: plants, books, sculptures, kitchen clutter, wall art etc.

oou, a good plant, artwork and curtains bc the game tried and failed, a good couch and a good bed is alright with me. and im starting to love clutter for story purposes. don't need it for gameplay though.

are you maxis match or mix and do you have any alpha items you can not live without?

maxis match baybeeeeeeee!! im starting to download more alpha-adjacent cas pieces, but bb not so much.

[mykonvs]

                      avoidance  is  key  to  brooklyn’s  problems  at  home  ;  a  mantra  repeated  to  herself  when  she’d  stay  back  hours  on  end  after  school  was  finished  ,  finding  any  way  possible  to  make  herself  useful  to  the  staff  before  she  walked  home  .        (  a  rather  terrible  coping  -  mechanism  that  carried  over  to  college  when  her  roommate  had  parties  nearly  every  day  of  the  week  & &  it  was  impossible  for  her  to  even  sleep  in  her  own  bed  .         )  no  matter  many  work  -  mandated  therapy  sessions  she  attended  ,  they  never  helped  her  shake  the  unfortunate  habit  ;  if  anything  they  only  added  yet  another  thing  onto  her  scroll  -  sized  list  of  things  to  dodge  in  her  day  -  to  -  day  life  .        (   a  rather  terrible  coping  -  mechanism  that  carries  over  to  her  adult  life  ,  where  her  house  isn’t  her  home  & &  it’s  a  space  of  a  stranger  that  she’s  forced  to  make  herself  comfortable  in  .        )

                                               the  distraction  is  easy  during  the  day  :  a  tree  -  worth  of  paper  spread  among  an  oak  -  wood  table  ,  trying  to  connect  the  strings  with  each  other  .        & &  the  occasional  breakthrough  easily  took  almost  half  of  her  shift  to  serve  the  warrant  & &  to  book  everyone  that  they  catch  ;  the  signature  few  hour  celebration  at  the  near  -  by  bar  with  the  aim  to  loosen  the  team  up  before  it’s  another  day  logged  into  the  books  .          it’s  EASY  ,  nearly  PREDICTABLE  ,  & &  MINDLESS  work  that  quickly  ushers  each  day  in  & &  out  in  the theater  of  her  life  .

                      (  it’s  the  nights  where  she  can’t  make  herself  go  home  that  are  the  hardest  .        a  stop  at  a  bus  stop  to  shower  & &  change  into  the  extra  pair  of  clothes  residing  in  her  trunk  to  sleep  in  the  old  vehicle  for  the  next  few  hours  .         the  doors  locked  & &  her  gun  near-by  as  she  sits  in  the  near  -  by  mall’s  parking  garage  for  the  nights  .        those  are  the  nights  that  are  the  easiest  to  deal  with  .        )

                                               begging  & &  pleading  to  receive  ANY  case  work  that  could  keep  her  up  ,  the  answer  is  no  every  time  .        what  a  shame  for  the  young  agent  .        & &  she  stays  an  hour  & &  half  over  to  slowly  re-organize  her  desk  ,  sweeping  the  small  space  she  has  ,  & &  insisting  on  even  vacuuming  her  chair       ― ―  but  when  her  boss  passes  by  her  ,  he  nearly  closes  her  car  door  for  her  on  the  way  out  .        maybe  she  sits  in  the  parking  lot  for  too  long  & &  maybe  taking  the  longest  way  home  ,  only  to  circle  around  the  block  several  times  isn’t  the  best  idea  that  she’s  ever  had  ,  but  it  wins  over  the  feeling  of  dread  growing  in  her  when  she  finally  pulls  in  .

                         fingers  drum  on  the  wheel  when  the  car  gets  turned  off  ,  staring  down  the  building  in  front  of  her  .        brooklyn  pushes  herself  to  get  out  of  the  car  ,  dropping  her  house  keys  several  times  on  the  path  to  the  front  door  ,  hoping  that  he  wouldn’t  be  there  .          (  there’s  rustling  somewhere  in  the  house  & &  his  belongings  still  in  their  usual  place  ;  a  tsk  falling  from  her  lips  while  shoving  the  keys  back  into  her  purse  ,  opening  the  closet  door  closest  to  her  & &  closing  it  as  gently  as  possible  .        )  maybe  she’ll  luck  out  :  maybe  it’ll  be  some  bodyguard  sent  to  pick  up  a  left  -  behind  item  ,  or  maybe  it’ll  be  a  burglar  hitting  the  house  of  their  dreams  .        either  way  ,  its  an  instant  decision  to  not  interfere  .

                                               she  slides  onto  the  couch  ,  allowing  herself  to  sink  into  the  furniture  ,  sighing  as  her  eyes  shut  .       she  wishes  what  she  was  doing  was  described  as  relaxing  ,  but  the  rigidity  of  her  back  has  become  unmovable  as  of  late  & &  there  seems  to  be  no  way  to  ease  the  now  ever  -  present  anxiety  flowing  throughout  her  .       when  the  sound  of  another  person  grows  louder  is  when  she  opens  her  eyes  ,  turning  while  she  hopes  for  one  last  time  that  it’s  a  random  teenage  burglar  .        “  hey  .        ”  she  tries  to  weave  friendliness  into  her  tone  ,  but  it  rings  sour  & &  unsavory  in  her  ears  .  // @unseencne​

[fusebcx]

open to: all! plot: gina is big sus of your muse, and for a good reason. thinking delilah @ mr. goldberg but feel free to take this anywhere. the darker the better. 

whether it had been a chain of strange behaviors, or that one seemingly insignificant, yet odd thing they once said.. georgina can’t quite recall. all she knows is that she’s been suspicious of them for a longer while now, frequently finding herself analyzing their demeanour, subtly searching for red flags. they haven’t recently been giving much of a reason for her to doubt them, always saying the right things, acting like an ordinary person; like nothing is wrong. and maybe nothing is wrong. maybe she’s making it all up, being unnecessarily paranoid with a pinch of crazy. no matter how much she tries to reason with herself, she can’t shake off this feeling. it’s stuck in the back of her mind, in her gut, menacingly gnawing at her organs, chewing them from the inside as if to warn her: “you either discover the truth or i’ll eat you alive.” eventually she surrenders, lets the curiosity take over and uses their absence to her advantage. realizes it’s wrong, realizes she shouldn’t be doing this, but dainty hands seem to have a mind of their own as they go through the other’s stuff, rummaging through their drawers, cupboards, cabinets, only for the results to come back unanimous: all clear. lets out a relieved sigh, just about to call it quits, end the mission and go to bed without a single worry when gaze drifts towards the closet; the only speck of privacy she hasn’t completely invaded. with no morals left to lose, the brunette figures she might as well check it out. you know, just in case. at first all she sees are clothes; shirts and jackets hugging the wire hangers, presenting a completely normal image. it’s not until she reaches into the pocket of one of them that she finds it. evidence. heart drops, shock prominent across features, grip tightening around the item before she’s stuffing it into her bag and turning around to get the hell out of there. it’s only then that she notices a familiar silhouette blocking the door. oh.. fuck. jumps with a high-pitched shriek, a manicured hand  placed over the pounding heart. do they know? do they know that she knows? “oh my god- hi!” she’s not sure so she tries to play it cool for now. “you scared me.” feigns a lighthearted laugh. "god, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to, like, barge in. i, uhh.. i was just.. looking for my lipstick. thought i left it somewhere.. around here.” swallows thickly. “have you seen it.. maybe?” 

[ezraarcher]

-- “TO BE HONEST with you, i’m not totally sure why i agree to this every year.” ezra looks up at the fire engine behind him that’s gaudily decorated with streamers, ribbons and a giant rainbow flag. the ladder on the back of it is extended halfway, which he's meant to stand on and wave to the patrons during their ride through the parade ( it’s tradition for the fire captain ). throughout the few runs of the parade during the day, most of the fire and rescue team who weren’t back at the station would take some time to participate in the parade, waving at little kids from the fire engine and posing for photos. but THIS run -- the last one of the night, just before sundown -- the entire team had elected to go topless, because, well, WHY NOT? so there he stands in his fire suit, except he’s shirtless, his bare torso completely exposed save for the black suspenders holding up his bright yellow pants that, in his opinion, look RIDICULOUS without the matching jacket. “----not the whole pride thing, because i LOVE doing the parade, really. -- just the shirtless part. is it really that big of a hoot around town?”

[riniackerman]

the moment I read die for you by the weeknd...same fine taste 👌🏻 congrats on your 1k! 🎉 I hope I can celebrate w you ❤️

♡ character: kuroo ♡ dangerous woman by ariana grande or belong to you by sabrina claudio ♡ nsfw content w size kink, overstim, praise kink

my n!sfw blog in case you need is @tetsvrei it's not up yet 🤭 thanks in advance and congrats again! mwah 💋

BELONG TO YOU - # KUROO TETSURO

❛ gentle love but touch passionately ❜

╰ when kuroo got back from his work, little did he know a surprise was waiting for him

a/n: aweee bb tqsm ure so sweet ahsdjhagd! and yes erwin + die for you is just… it matches up too well 😤 ok but the lyrics got me brainwashed- 🧎‍♀️ also kuroo in his suit got my pussy throbbing like fuck

pairing: timeskip!kuroo testuro x fem!reader

genre: nsfw

tws: +18 mdni, size kink, overstimulation, praise kink, pet calling (kitten), masturbation caught, thigh riding

w/c: 1.7k

"you dont have to be so gentle with me. you can hurt me if you'd like. after all, my body belong to you.

“kitten i’m home!” kuroo exclaims, excited to see you after a hard day at work. but instead of seeing you at the door, he notices that all lights in the house were off.

“kitten? are you there?” as he was strolling to the living room, kuroo’s legs stopped when he passed the bedroom. loud moans were coming from the room, along with little whines and whimpers which made kuroo’s heart shrunk in disbelief, thinking you were up to something totally unacceptable.

his shoulders were tensed as he opened the bedroom door, little sweats forming around his palm, scared to see what was happening. a loud sigh slipped out from his room when he walked in the room, only to see his girlfriend pleasuring herself while moaning his name.

“hah- tetsu…” you had no clue that kuroo walked in on you as your eyes were shut, fingers working on your dripping cunt, you bit your bottom lips thinking about kuroo’s broad shoulder and his hot thighs.

“kitten what are you doing?” kuroo sighs, seeing you in his old nekoma volleyball uniform, exposing your collarbone, and almost sliding off from your shoulder.

“te-tetsu!” you gasp, quickly grabbing the pillow beside you to cover your half-naked body. kuroo sighs once more, putting his bags down along with his grey suit jacket. “kitten what did i say about this?”

as much as kuroo loved and adored you, it always made him feel pity every time he caught you pleasuring yourself. he would think that he wasn’t enough for you, but you were simply being needy and couldn’t wait for his return.

“y-you were at work, and- and so i...” you stumble as your hand slid out from your lingerie. trying to make this situation up for kuroo. you sure knew how he was feeling right now and you had no excuse.

but instead of discerning him in the gloom, you jolted when your eyes met his half-lidded ones, sending shivers down your spine at his hazel eyes.

“i didn’t tell you could stop, did i?” he says, unbuttoning the first three buttons of his white shirt. although the room was dark, yet you could still see his narrow eyes glued to your body

“huh?” you tilt your head, still trying to catch up with what just happened. “come on kitten, fuck yourself for me yeah? i had a bad day today” kuroo grins as he neatly folds his tie.

“don’t want to repeat myself kitten, take off your clothes.” he demands, this time his voice was more dominant and deep. you didn’t complain, this is what you wanted after all. you slowly removed the pillow to the side and turned back, taking his shirt off.

kuroo groans when he glimpsed how pretty your back resembled. he definitely could feel his cock getting hard each second. “turn around” he speaks, rubbing his clothed cock with his palm.

“good kitty” kuroo compliments as you strip down fully naked. “y-you should do it too” you shyly whisper. kuroo leans over on the edge of his large desk and smirks with arms folded, “do what? i don’t understand kitten, show me first”

you bite your lips at his words. slowly leaning down on the sheet as you opened your legs, exposing how wet you were for him. kuroo’s eyes glistered at how easily your fingers slipped in your cunt.

“tetsu…!” you moan his name, adding another finger into your tight cunt as you pushed your head back to the wall, toes curling at the sensation. but it wasn’t enough, your fingers were too short and small to reach your sweet spot.

“does my kitten need a hand?” kuroo says, rolling up his sleeves as he sits down on his office chair. “pl-please teteu- use me, i want you to touch me. please?” you plead, needing his long-slender fingers inside you.

smirks appeared on his lips at how desperate you were for him. “well then, come here kitten” he lightly taps on his thighs as you slowly made your way to him and straddled around his thighs. his volleyball years didn’t disappoint him as you rubbed your sensitive clit on his toned thighs. kuroo ties your hair in a ponytail while humming as you grind yourself faster on him.

“tetsu- feel so good” you pant into his shoulder, your hand dripping on his broad shoulder as your hips rolled faster. he wraps his large hand around your face, pulling into his lips for a deep kiss. kuroo smiles at the little string of saliva that continued to connect your lips when he pulled away.

“you look so perfect” he whispers in your ear, his hands enveloped around your waist as you whine into his neck. “kitten you ruined my suit” he rustles as you look down to see a dark gray damp spot on his thighs.

a small whimper of sorry left your lips before you placed kuroo’s hand around your neck and look into his hazel eyes innocently. “please ruin me, i want to be used as your little kitty” kuroo takes a deep breath and grins at your drooling face. “if that’s what you want kitten” he replies, proceeding to tighten his grip over your neck.

“you don’t have to be so gentle with me tetsu- you can hurt me if you’d like. after all, my body belongs to you- i’m your good kitty” you mewl, still rolling your cunt on his thighs.

“fuck kitten- say that again?” he pants, feeling how good you feel around his grip.

“my body belongs to you” you whine, your head falling over on kuroo’s shoulder as you feel close to your end.

“kitten everything about you belongs to me” he pulls you away from his shoulder, gently holding your chin as he teases your lips with his thumb.

“then fuck me, please?”

kuroo then picks you up, having your legs around his torso as he brings you to the bed, gently placing you on the sheet, kuroo left soft kisses on your neck. he gently caressed your body with his massive hand, cupping your breast, kneading them while his other hand worked on your plump ass.

kuroo nuzzles into your inner thighs and plants soft kisses as you brush your hand through his raven hair. he tugs on your thigh, kissing higher and closer to your damp naked cunt. he groans at your glistering cunt under the moonlight, growing impatient with each second as shoved his face into your cunt and grinding against it.

“tetsu! ngh-” your jaw drops at his sudden deed, his nails dug into your thighs as his tongue swirled around your overstimulated clit. “fuck you’re so wet kitten” he whispers at your cunt. “please tetsu- need you inside me” you wail, gripping a little harder onto his hair.

kuroo unzips his pants on his knees as you see his hard cock popping out from his boxers. kuroo chuckles at how your lips parted. “i won’t hurt you kitten” he says, making you flushed as you avoided his eyes.

he throws his clothes on the floor as every part of his muscle flexed. he tugs his hand behind your small head, leaning his body against yours. moans left both of the lips when his tip touched your clit. “it’s so big tetsu” you shyly say and mewl when kuroo slapped and rubbed against your cunt lips with his hard veiny dick, making you even wetter.

kuroo watches your tight cunt getting stretched out by his fat dick and opening for him. you arched your hips. he scoffs at how desperate you were for his dick. “shhhh take it slow yeah? wanna feel you more” he says as he caresses your cheek, glancing down at his crotch to see your cunt taking all his cock.

“so deep tetsu!” you mewl as his cock stretched your inside. kuroo groans at how good you were taking him in. “kitten you feel s-so good” he keens as he begins to thrust his hips.

kuroo pepper kisses all over your face as he fucks you slowly and lovingly, his hips rolling against yours, feeling your deepest around his cock. smiling between every shared kiss. “let me show you what you are, kitten”

he then abruptly flips you around, having your stomach down on the sheet, moaning at the sudden emptiness in your cunt, but before you even noticed, kuroo swiftly slammed you with his hard cock.

“tetsu!” you yell, not knowing how to control his size as you put your hands behind your back as kuroo pounds into you like crazy, making you feel so good, eyes rolling back as he grabs onto your hand and hams you even harder.

even though he knows it’s hurting you, but he also knows you were begging for his dick for more. “such a good kitty, taking me so well” he whispers, bowing his back down to moan beside your ear.

“fuck tetsu you’re so deep” biting the bottom of your lips, you roll your eyes back, having kuroo smirking. “don’t bite your lips kitten, it’s bad” he whispers, cupping your chin with his massive hand as his hips rolled faster and faster.

“i’m gonna c-cum!” you mewl, nails digging into your own hips as your feel kuroo’s tip was teasing your cervix. “me too kitten- cum with me, yeah?” kuroo whines, feeling his cock throb as he pressed down your back.

you both moan at the same time as you two shared orgasms. kuroo slowly pulled his cock out as he groaned seeing his robes of cum pooling out from your drooling-messy cunt. his fingers slipped inside your inner thighs to calm your shaking legs and kissed your back. “shhh kitten it’s okay”

“s-so good… i love you” you whisper as you close your eyes, about to drift off to sleep but kuroo lifts you up on his lap and carries you to the bathroom. “gotta get cleaned kitten” he whispers, peppering your face with smooches.

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[ohheyitsokay]

🎉Congratulations lovely! 🎊

The tattooed phrase trope is absolute gold in soulmate AU fics.

Am also a sucker for rivals to lovers ^^

Maybe a fluffy little piece between Poe and the reader with the Reader's phrase being "Well show me what you've got then, flyboy?"

hellooo welcome to the chaos (since you're new here!)

I'll do my best, I hope you enjoy!

warnings: I think this is just fluff, with vague mentions canon typical drama

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soulmate requests / follower celebration

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There was something about those hanger hallways, something that made it feel like you had to walk fast.

Maybe it was the clean sharp lines, and the regular announcements, and the smooth lines of droids on their merry way.

Maybe it was the urgency of saving the universe from pompous 'rulers' who thought they had any idea what was best.

Or, maybe you just liked to move quickly.

It was in your blood - not because you were born into it, but because you had shed blood, with sweat and tears to get to where you were. And because the universe had half dictated it that way.

"I hardly think it matters. Not that I dont think good pilots help, but I dont save lives," you retorted to the rebel beside you, her steps in pace with yours. "Not like you."

"Become a medic then," Jane rolled her eyes. Your mouth opened, words still forming on your tongue, before your friend stopped dead, hands on her hips. The hallway was forked, little labels indicating youd half pulled her in the wrong direction.

"Hush," she said. "I dont care what excuse you have this time. We both know you don't have a option." Eyebrows raised, and you sighed, dodging another hurried rebel as they almost tripped on a little mouse droid.

On your arm for years now were the words So, you're a pilot?

Long nights you'd spent arguing about fate with your friends - you loved flying, you really did, but-

"It's such a glory job," you always protested.

"Main characters are pilots," she would reply, her sturdy shoulders shrugging. Her agreement didnt make you feel better. If you were lucky, someone else would add, "But you're not like that."

Because you weren't. You were just... you.

"I just want to help people." And no one would argue because that was true, too.

It hadnt come upon awhile, fate, and short lived careers, and how infuriating it was when people held nations lives in their hands because they loved the attention. You lived with it, and kept your mouth shut. because General Organa needed all the help she could get.

And you couldn't deny that you loved it, and it was easier to bear the stress of reality when you didnt think too hard. But -

"Why is this coming up again?" A rhetorical question, delivered with a smirk, and responded to with a childish face.

Jane was pulling you down the opposite hallway, towards the bay, and your stomach twisted, despite the friendly teasing. He was there, you'd told her before, so she knew the reason you'd been antsy, looking for something to blame.

Poe Dameron.

A hotshot pilot, maybe the best in the galaxy. An infuriatingly handsome, ridiculously charismatic, obnoxiously smart, stupidly kind rebel who had nearly blown up your favorite x-wing.

You couldnt decide if he deserved an award or a good solid slap to his cheek. The favored option switched each day, but nothing would come from either - you had never actually talked to him, always too afraid of... what youd be opening yourself up to.

Becaus even from far away you saw him, late at night repairing that dumb x-wing with his bubbly little bb unit, talking to the little thing like he really was sorry. Because you saw him hugging a new recruit, talking to them for what must have been hours after their first mission. Because his smile, the same one that had captured the hearts of almost everyone around, was full of thoughtfulness and earnestness and confidance.

And if you didnt tell yourself that he was selfish, flying for all the wrong reasons, and that you were going to show him? If you didnt protest that your attention was solely in seeking pilot humility?

Then, Maker help you, you were in love with him.

"Shut up," you said sternly, as your friend grinned, and the two of you approached the ship you'd spent all morning checking and rechecking. Her response blew away, drowned under the noise of chatter and intercom announcements and the chaos of the hanger.

A hard hug, a fistful of fabric, and shouts to stay safe, and both her and her teasing disappeared, and your turned the the hunk of metal above you.

"So, you're a pilot?" It was the words, but the voice that made you flinch. You'd heard him before, voice like dark caf in mornings, sweetened at the edges with golden honey.

No way he was talking to you.

"I mean, obviously you're a pilot." Why was he here? Wasn't his ship... oh. Next to yours.

"And a damn good one, I hear," he kept talking. Your words were sticking in your throat, alarm bells screaming to tell him off, to spit out your righteous lecture or tell him to mind his own business or something. You unintentionally ignored him, but he just... kept talking, content to let you work opposite of him.

"I... I've seen you around." For the first time, your gaze snapped into his, wondering at the nervousness of his tone. Regretting it instantly, you turned away. His eyes were like his voice, dark and warm and bad for you. Bad, bad, bad.

"You talk about how we do this for others."

Hand on the top rung of your ladder, you paused, this time looking at him deliberately. He really wanted to have this conversation? And... Maker it felt like you'd hit an asteroid. All those walls, sharp and sturdy like tempered metal, crumbling around you.

He shouldve looked smaller, hanging from his own ladder like he didn't have anywhere to be, but he didnt. Of course he didn't.

"I agree," he said, awkwardness replaced with a resolute phrase. Almost a promise.

And you grinned.

"Well," you held his gaze as he pulled himself up another rung, to be even with you. "Show me what you've got then, flyboy."

And he grinned back.

He disappeared from view for a moment as you pulled yourself into the cockpit, and your mind, which had gone blissfully silent, abruptly began to scream.

Something - something just happened - but it was time to go, and you had a mission, and the coms were switching on, and -

Looking over you saw him, his beautiful eyes as wide as yours felt.

And then you got the all-clear for take-off.

-

He had searched for you the moment you landed. You knew he did.

But you had landed a row away from where he did and hunkered down in the cockpit and tried to breathe and process the mission - a resounding success - and the terrifying thought that you had maybe just found your soulmate. And been one slightly-less-perfect maneuver away from losing him again.

He - he probably got swept away int he rush of celebrating crowds like he always did. Not that you noticed.

The phrase, on your arm, it was... it was common, right? Anyone could say it.

The whole mission you'd shoved it out of your mind, only focused on getting everyone out of there alive, and now that it was over...

You didnt know what to do. The hanger was quiet, void of cheering crowds and pilots alike, and you climbed out, hitting the ground with a thud.

Poe was waiting for you, looking almost shy as he buried his hands in his pockets. Sleeves rolled up, you saw words youd never noticed before... words you'd felt in your mouth mere hours ago.

"How'd I do?" He asked, his smile small, dark eyebrows bending in.

Like before, the chaos of your thoughts stilled, storm waves settling to a gentle tide. You walked towards him, wondering at the feeling.

"Not too bad," you said, trying your hand at a matching smile. It came easy, easier than you were prepared for.

"Yeah?" Was he always so tall?

"Didnt get anyone killed."

"Good point," his voice sounded rough, and... he was close.

"I think," Poe wet his lips, and you could almost feel it, he was so close. "I think my soulmate prefers it that way." He was right.

Hand on that broad chest, flight suit streaked with who knows what, you kissed him.

He kissed you.

Warm and sweet.

And slow.

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[allhailbrokeloose]

assorted (mostly random) thoughts on the novel bc it wouldn't let me go. i think series fans are better off without reading it bc the series is completely different. but internet is still sorta free so suit yourself. cut for spoilers, disturbing (?) stuff and advocating for vegas lol

so yea the ending made me realize i might have been reading it the wrong way and maybe i trashed it a bit too much. ive been reading it sympathizing with porsche even tho it was difficult

<hehe break>

my thoughts on series porsche: you go glen coco baby

my thoughts on novel porsche: oh you poor thing (derogatory)

</hehe break>

boy is he dumb and constantly in distress. like i understand shit's been traumatizing, but you are overdoing it a bit lol

<hehe break>

ppl: porsche was traumatized by novels events a lot more

me: sure, wanna know who else was traumatized..ME me I was traumatized

<hehe break>

also his morals been glitching quiet often, which i purposefully ignored. so the thing is (maybe prolly) it should be read without sympathizing to anyone. if you think about it they (kp) are prolly the same and maybe they do belong together and maybe it is a match made in hell

long story short maybe read it as kp are both evil af and it just runs in the family lol. idc that they are not related by blood it doesn't matter what matters is that porsche was raised in the same sick twisted criminal environment and it has to resurface sooner or later

so if they make porsche completely fucking deranged and violent in the rest of the books i would applaud and maybe understand the whole point. it would be beautiful (in a sick bad way ofc) to watch that evil blossom. i would also like to see porsche r*ep kinn for the great justice. evil multiplying evil yadda yadda im up for that shit. just you know since they are now partners for life (it may be a short one oops) they need to have the same experience

if its not like that and they dont end up being crazy murder husbands then idk what was the point smdh

another revelation i had is that i may be a vegas apologist. no really he was the only character i was interested in while reading, bc you know porsche i already described and kinn is straight outright cardboard. every time vegas showed up i was like there he goes my bb thank g-d

and i dont really understand why is he considered the ultimate evil. i mean yes all his intentions are bad (good for him) hes manipulative and all but at least hes open about it and if you look closely didn't really do shit (at least to porsche). i understand that it all started with him but its the same level of reaching as saying my life is shit bc my parents fucked that one time. and i also agree with ppl saying kinn is unredeemable bc if you take a bullet after you ruin someone's life it fixes close to nothing

dgmw i already established that all characters are bad (bad bad kitty), but it would be such a plot twist if vegas turns out to be the most decent of them all

well i feel sorta better after writing all of this, if you are reading my apologies. and i feel so grateful for the series creators taking it entirely different direction (and not only kp but all other characters communications as well)

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show writers reading source material:

*awkward silence*

- uhm..we can't possibly..

- yeah no..

- thank g-d..

*brainstorming how to make it watchable*

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