#god that went pl aces again

[amxrany]

!! CHAPTER 7 / DIASOMNIA ARC SPOILERS !!

Hey guys I'm awake and well now let's continue (Rook's Dream):

We find ourselves in Savanclaw where we find Savanaclaw Rook and I honestly love him here he looks like a dog I left outside in the rain by accident (affectionate)

Now everone's confused as to why Rook's in Savanaclaw, but then Rook drops the bomb that Vil is in RSA and everyone's like "WHAT?!"

Stop Rook is literally just being the biggest neigevil oshi cuz he just wants Vil and Neige to be besties 😭. He's so open about it too like he's literally geeking about their interviews together to the point that he's squeezing Grim and Epel cuz he got too excited (he's so fr for that honestly). But then Sebek snaps and Rook apologizes because no one in Savanaclaw is a neigevil fan as well :((

But Ortho encourages Rook by wanting to visit his room so that they can learn about Neige and Vil. Grim questions the decision, but that's like the only way they can break Rook out of the dream, and now Rook's just murmuring to himself and how he will introduce them to Vil and Neige

Once they're near Rook's room he literally told them not to barge into his room and the gang did exactly what they're not supposed to do

AND OH MY GOD ROOK'S ROOM IS JUST????

(pov: you're in a neigevil oshi competition but your opponent is rook hunt)

SEBEK THOUGHT THIS WAS A RITUAL ROOM FOR A SECOND AND ROOK IS CURRENTLY LOSING IT 😭😭😭. Apparently Rook has been hiding his hyperfixation for THREE YEARS and he can't just let the group go...until they watch DVDs of neigevil interactions

This went on for five hours and Rook was gushing, sobbing and crying over it, Silver actually slept for the first time in the realm of dreams because of this 💀. Before the group leaves, Epel couldn't help but ask Rook if he still remembers what happened during VDC, an d Rook mentions that he remembers that Vil and Neige performed "Yahoo, Yahoo" together.

The group meets again with Idia, and they're discussing the events of Book 5, and how the entire incident during VDC might have been the root cause for Rook's dream to turn out like this. Because in this dream, Rook never transfers to Pomefiore because Vil was never in NRC to begin with. Rook was most likely haunted by that incident because he trusted Vil so much, that he'd rather have Vil and Neige be friends instead of rivals to prevent the whole overblot situation

SO NOW THE GANG IS THINKING OF A WAY TO WAKE UP ROOK BY PERFORMING ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL

(I REALLY WANT TO SEE THE WHOLE THING YA'LL TO WHOEVER HAS A LINK TO THE RHYTHMIC PLS SEND IT TO MEEEEEE)

But their positions are the following: Vil - Epel Jamil - Ortho Epel - Sebek Kalim - Yuu Ace - Grim Deuce - Silver

Basically Epel had to teach the others the entire choreography of Absolutely Beautiful and he said it's fine if they don't perfect it because in the original they weren't able to perfect it as well. But then everything suddenly goes blurry and we get dream Vil and dream Neige suddenly performing "Yahoo, Yahoo", and now Rook is back to being an oshi again.

But Epel wasn't having it, he points out to Rook that the real Vil looks more sinister and had a more sharper look to him and that he was more poisonous and beautiful. That's when Epel told Rook that he was a far worse traitor back when he voted for RSA if he tells the words that Vil wanted to hear to the fakes.

That wakes Rook up, he remembers everything now because he was wondering why he cried during their Absolutely Beautiful performance. Idia then gives Rook the "invite" to join them as well. Rook changes clothes and fights

Btw I just wanna show you guys his groovy here because it's that special to me

Idia was laughing because he now has a video of Sebek dancing and Sebek is just yelling at him that he won't forgive him if he showed it to anyone.

Surprisingly Rook mastered thew magical girl transformation faster than the gang, but they're learning. Rook also tags along with the gang to save the last person, Vil

AND WE'RE DONE WITH ROOK'S DREAM, JESUS CHRIST IT GOES FROM UNSERIOUS TO SERIOUS IT'S FUNNY. But I'm covering Vil's dream last, see you then!

Next: Vil's Dream Previous: Epel's Dream

[mchlgayser]

sorry that this is so vague and hardly a request but pls could you write more jealous mason if you’d enjoy writing that !!! i’m such a sucker for angsty jealous fics that have happy endings <3

JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY!

starring: mason mount x female!reader

warning: mentions of arguments and cuss words

author's note: another request coming in, I'm so FUCKING glad ppl find my stories ☠️☠️ I LOVE EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU THAT REQUEST LUV YALL SM 🤭🤭 & not proofread

song suggestion: try again by jaehyun and d.ear

There's a party going on at your and Mason's friend's house, on your defense, you weren't very much of a party person, you love going out, yes but you hate parties. You are not a big fan of alcohol either but your boyfriend was the opposite. Mason loves parties, he can socialize and sometimes even meet new mates. He was't an alcohol fan either but he drinks. You never drank a sip of alcohol, there's one time you tried it when you were eighteen and it was a disaster. You gave yourself a sip of beer and you immediately vomit after that and it is why you promised not to drink again.

It was now eleven sharp, the parties still going strong, people went in and out of the house, some leaving and some just get there. New faces each hours, you have been on the couch for some times, a glass of coke in hand. Mason was gone, again to his friend as they were discussing and talking. Your friends also left some time ago, dancing on the floor and some left.

Your eyes bore around the dimmed light hall, and your eyes caught with a certain somebody, the familiar jet black hair person caught up to you and you grin hugging him 'Oh my gosh Danielle how're you?' You beamed, he chuckle, giving your body one firm press before he lets go 'Good, God I can't believed I finally able to meet you again! At a party at that!' He jokes about and petting your shoulder

Danielle is your childhood friend from your hometown but was't just any childhood friend, you both dated back then and broke up at seventeen when his family leave for the city. It was technically a good term kind of breakup. You both kind of rebounding a friendship before he permanently moved to the city.

At a very young age, no cellphones, you both just kind of lost contacts with each other. 'And to finally meet you again, You are prettier now.'

'Have to say the same for yourself, you are taller now.' You could't help but pinpointed, he grins 'Ahh let's take a seat first and catch up!' He told you, he began telling you about his life after he moved to the city, big change in his life. New environment, new friend, he even hook ups with a few girls and tell you how right now, his current girlfriend is friend with the party-holder which is also your friend.

You also told him about your busy and hectic life, works, and your boyfriend 'You are finally able to pursue your dream..' He referred to and you smile at him 'Yes, anyway it's nice catching up with you Dan.' You both exchanged contacts and he left for his girlfriend 'We're going now.' You heard your boyfriend from behind you 'What?'

He drags you along the hall and excited the house 'Wait Mase, where are we going?'

'Home.' Is all he said, you heave a long sigh catching up to him and get inside the car 'Now what's that all about?' He scoff, starting the engine and drove without muttering a single word to you.

The whole ride was complete silence, the only sound that is made is the ac and the faint radio background. When the car finally pulled over to your residence, Mason opened the door and slammed shut completed leaving you behind, you groan in pure madness and ran after him, and if it wasn't for your fast feet he would've locked you outside

'What the hell Mason Mount?!' You exclaimed, getting angry, he had his eyes on you creating a bullet hole in you 'You dare asked me that?! When you are being a complete flirt with some random guy, chatting with each other, lost in your own world, hugging and touches around?! You dare ask me that question now?!' You turn back to him 'So that's what this is all about? He was an old friend Mason, come on, you think you can get mad at me all you want like I'm a kid? When you've been neglecting me the whole party? Talking with your friends leaving me behind at that damn couch minding my damn own business? You didn't even come at me asking me if I need anything! You brought me to that fucking party and left me behind! When I desperately don't want to fucking go, when all I want was to spend my fucking precious weekend with you at this damn house!'

You burst, and a few tears managed to reach down your cheek but you rapidly wipe it away and exhales 'You know what, I'm tired. I'm gonna go to bed.'

Mason was left behind on the hall, reflecting back to his actions the past hours, indeed he had left you behind to yourself, he would just occasionally waved at you from far over and continued chatting with his friends. He was tired, at himself.

He sat on the couch waiting for you to cooled down and talk it out with you, and apologized too. It's been more than fifteen minutes, Mason get up from the couch and tread upstairs to you both shared bedroom but he found you nowhere, not in the bathroom neither. He heard noises coming from the guest room and strutted his way there, the door wasn't entirely closed some was able to peep in to see you curled up like a ball with a duvet covering your figure. He heard sniffling presuming you are crying. The door is open creakily as he tiptoed to your other side. His hand hesitantly presses against your side temple, you shudder at the sudden touch and stiff around like a rock. He started up 'Look, I'm sorry about what I did earlier. It was very wrong of me to do that, especially to you. I didn't know that guy was someone you knew either so I guess I can't help but be jealous. I'm sorry I hurt your feelings, I didn't mean to so I hope you can forgive me.' He caress your hair and leave a kiss before getting up

You jumped on him and hug him as firm as you could 'It was uncomfortable sleeping here...' You pouted, he smile picking you in bridal style and brought you to your shared bedroom 'Let's spend our time just like you wanted.' Peppering your face with kisses, you and him spend your whole night until dawn talking and ranting to each other. With his arms all around you.

[faithdeans]

fic recs let's gooo

these some of my personal favourite long-form/multi-chap fics

***please mind the tags! the horror fics are kinda fucked up and i know that isn't for everyone so just make sure you know what you're about to read ps i might make a separate list for other horror fics?***

under the cut because there are so many sorry and i added comments because i can't shut up apparently.

so, in alphabetical order....

The Cheapest Room In The House by biggaybenny [E | 89k]

what if instead of a very sincere and earnest love confession dean just found out cas was gay? no confession, no god-jack endgame. just post-s15 stupidity. just dean being deranged. the dean downloads grindr for cas fic

you know it, you love it. thee chaotic boy besties fic with parts that will also rip you open

Fenario by ftmsteverogers (@/sodomitecastiel) [E | 47k]

“We did good, Dean,” Sam says. “We got him back.” Dean huffs a hollow laugh, because yeah, that’s always what it’s about, isn’t it? Cas or Sam or Dean getting themselves lost or dead, and then taking turns dragging each other back from the brink. He shrugs, shoving his hands into his pockets. “We got him back, yeah,” he says. Sam nods, watching him. “So now what?”

once again you know it and you love it. THEE lake house fix it fic. also love that they are jewish and you can tell how much of the author's heart clearly went into this. one of those fics where it will ususpectingly knock you to your knees with a single sentence

Linden by fleeceframe (@/tasteslikevelvet) [E | 67k]

Castiel’s heart stumbles before he can stop it, before he can think about how pathetic that is. To think that every interaction the Swans have proceeds them, that everyone is just waiting to get a glimpse of one of them to fuel their gossip circles for the next three days. Even the invisible shy flutter in his stomach at the thought of the Swans (not the Swans, just one of them, just one single man, but is that any better?) makes Castiel feel like he’s participating in the blatant objectification that he’s uncomfortable just witnessing. The Swans are only people. This is something that Castiel holds onto. Just people who happen to have a generational curse in their bloodline. And when he interacts with Sam Winchester or Eileen Leahy at his stall, it’s easy. He says hello, they say hello back. The Swans are just people. And yet, Dean Winchester remains unfathomable.

ohhhh this fic feels like springtime and sunlight through the trees and everything that is good. i devoured this fic, it is so sweet and captivating and wonderfully poetic. a comfort read fr

The Lord of The Lake by rhinestoneangels (almondrose) (@pinknatural) [T | 29k]

The lakehouse is haunted.

this fic is so special to me. there's emma. there's a cat. they're a FAMILY. there's ACE DEAN!?? it's thee ace!dean fic for me and steph did such a wonderful job exploring that

Muder Ballads (Red Right Hand) by Duckyboos [E | 85k+]

It all starts with the mysterious note left on Dean’s chair. It all ends with Dean coming to terms not only with what he’s capable of, but how much that knowledge doesn’t bother him.

hehe this is one of the ones you need to make sure you're comfortable with before you read it... it's yeah.. it's real dark. the storytelling is so compelling and i could NOT put this down. sometimes you gotta read something kinda fucked up. especially when it is so well written. also if you do like this then i recommend everything duckyboos has written hehe

Put Up Your Dukes by saltyfeathers [E | 38k]

Dean can't sleep. Cas offers to tire him out.

i mean *i* have always considered this a classic. honestly it's so fun and funny and just ugh i just love it, so read it pls

Revelation 13 by fullvoid [E | 44k]

It’s Dean’s day off, and he’d like to spend it how he always does—by kicking his feet up with a cold one and watching soap operas—not by discovering an enormous, creepy hole in his bathroom wall that definitely wasn’t there when he went to bed last night. But it’s no big deal. He can just patch it up and still devote plenty of time to Dr. Sexy afterward. There is only one problem. He can’t leave his apartment, and there’s a message on his front door written in…is that blood? And why is it signed by someone named “Cas”? Things can only get better from here, right?

hehe i know nothing about silent hill but i DO know that this is an amazing horror fic!! read it in one sitting and would do it again!

Russian to the Altar by MalMuses [E | 144k]

“I need you to marry Castiel.” They weren’t the words Dean expected to hear from his business partner’s mouth before their bakery-slash-chocolate shop opened for the day. He’d been quite happy being single—and who the fuck was Castiel, anyway? It turned out that Castiel was a Russian erotic novelist in need of a ticket to America, and Dean… well, Dean was a last resort.

i LOVE a romcom fic and this one is soooo fantastic (it's a classic, right?) it has bdsm. it has destiel being idiots in love. it's also incredibly sweet. what more could you want?

Seek to Know You Better by ahurston [E | 33k]

Dean and Cas, a long stretch of highway, and 36 questions empirically designed to make two people fall in love. As if they weren't already.

CANONVERSE ROMCOM? YEAH.

The Shawnee Trail by emmbrancsxx0 (@/valleydean) [E | 166k]

In 1887, Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak lead a peaceful life in Lawrence, Kansas. Dean and Sam are stagecoach messengers for Wells, Fargo and Castiel is the town doctor. When Castiel's patient, Kelly Kline, knocks on their door one night about to give birth, she asks for the Winchesters and Castiel's help in protecting her son against one of the west's most notorious outlaws. To fulfill that promise, the men set out on a journey full of shootouts, trouble with the law, gambling, and an important discovery: Dean and Castiel really need to define the nature of their relationship.

WESTERN AU. also to quote myself: "fics that make you pace around your room at midnight while sobbing". also once again i can't believe this isn't a piece of classic literature it's just that damn good.

So Says The Sword by komodobits [E | 85k]

The briefing was simple: ‘Stand guard over the Michael Sword until the battle is ready to commence. Await further instructions.’ Castiel doesn’t mind working security duty; he was briefed shortly after the initial salvation of the Sword from the pit, and again before taking up his position. He knows what to do. However, it’s easy to forget that the green room isn’t real. Time moves differently there, the space ever-changing to make a prison of mountains, cathedrals, salt flats, orchards, and whatever Castiel was led to believe about Heaven’s greatest weapon—Dean Winchester is something entirely unexpected.

we all agree this is canon, right? a classic. it completely shook me up the first time i read it, and honestly it change my perspective of the entire show, for the better of course.

Vagabonds by chevrolangels [E | 89k]

Dean is a sheriff in a tiny town in Colorado, restless and unsatisfied with his life. It's not like what he's read about in the dime novels since he was little, capturing dangerous outlaws and being the last word of the law. More like tossing the town drunk in a cell to sober up when they get a little too rowdy. But Dean's chance comes when a thief rolls through their town. He pursues the thief, which puts him right into the path of Emmanuel, a notorious outlaw. When he is captured by the outlaw and his gang to be held for ransom, Dean starts off on a journey he could have never envisioned, and learns that perhaps there's more to Emmanuel than meets the eye.

another western au!! this list would not be complete without this fic. one of my very faves. it's my ultimate comfort fic. i get so sad whenever i finish it because i never want it to end. i can't praise it enough i don't have the words

What Baking Can Do by cowlovely (@dollhousemary) [T | 63k]

She lets out a low whistle. “Damn,” she says, not even bothering to look up as Dean comes to sit on the counter beside her. “You guys did well yesterday, huh?” Dean shrugs. “I guess. Wednesdays get a lot of foot traffic. Dunno why.” Jo gives him a sidelong look. “It’s because on Wednesdays, we have your ‘Strawberry Heaven Pie’ or whatever the hell you call it.” “Strawberry Chocolate Oasis Pie,” he corrects. “And there’s absolutely no way to prove that. People probably just like to get some sorta treat in the middle of the week or whatever.” “I absolutely can prove that, when was the last time any of that pie was left at the end of the day—hell, at the end of the morning shift?” “Okay, that’s definitely an exaggeration,” he retorts. “It’s never sold out before lunch.” “Can you stop being a bitch and accept that people like your pie?”

i have no idea what waitress is and it literally doesn't matter because ivy makes this its whole own world... if you want something insanely sweet, with amazing character depth and that feels like a warm hug, look no further. this is one of my comfort fics and i have read it multiple times and will read it again!!!!!

Who Ya Gonna Call? by saintedcastiel (@saintedcastiel) [M | 49k]

Finally free from Chuck's machinations, Dean flees the bunker to make a home for himself away from the hunting world. He settles into his new life but can't quite shake the feeling that he's not alone. There's a ghost haunting him, tied to the last thing on Earth that Castiel touched. As the spirit gets angrier and more dangerous to the people around him, will Dean be able to bring himself to let him go?

if you're reading this the day i post this you might have seen me losing my mind on the dash. read it one sitting because it pulled me in instantly and would not let me go. so beautifully written and it's... it's the ending we deserved. i think this needs to be the next fandom classic i am Not joking. one of the few fics that made me sob my eyes out i don't even know what to say anymore just read it please trust me it's WONDERFUL.

[gray-ace-space]

So, sorry if this is the wrong kind of thing to share with you but,,,

Will preface by saying I'm a twenty-something adult--

I'm gray-ace, I've known this for a while, despite being a virgin (and god the way that confuses allos. "How do you know if you've never-" fuck off Janet, I just know okay).

I just don't have much of a libido, don't experience sexual attraction much. Im chill with reading smut, fantasizing, whatever. Basically my sexuality is best explained as "well sex is great in theory but not sure about in practice."

So... to the point of this ask. I had a sexual encounter, completely consented, was with a trusted individual that knows I'm gray-ace and inexperienced. No penetration, just more than I've done before. And it was... fine? Like that sounds bad, but I mean at the time I was totally chill and even giddy, but now, a few days later, I'm stressing about it. Like I can't stop thinking about it and I can't discern how I'm feeling about it (aside from fyucking confused). Like I feel awkward and disjointed, and... I dunno. It's hard to explain.

Basically I'm just trying to find out if anyone else has ever experienced this? Like an *off* feeling a while after-the-fact, even though everything was totally consensual and fun in the moment. Because I can't help but feel like this Isn't Normal. And if there's any advice anyone has I'd love to hear it.

hi. i have not experienced this exact thing, but something similar.

for me, i haven't done anything concretely sexual irl, but since beginning to date my current (long distance) partner, i have been sexting a lot more than before, and for the first time i actually do it for fun and not because i'm pressured into it. mostly it's been working out great! but i do sometimes have this like. feeling of being unsettled after, even if in the moment everything was fine and good. not like, days after, but like, a couple hours after.

interestingly, for me that feeling is not limited to sexual encounters. it happens after non-sexual interactions with people too. basically, i used to have really bad social anxiety, like i couldn't be social at all, i couldn't hang out with people without being terrified the whole time. i don't have that anymore, but it comes out in other ways. oftentimes i will spend time with someone, and have like, so much fun and feel a genuine connection. but then immediately after, when i'm alone again, i suddenly just crash. like, i feel so depressed and alone and like i want to die. i feel like i should never talk to anyone again. but then the feeling goes away and i'm like, wtf was that about. honestly i still haven't fully figured out why it happens.

my one guess (and take this all with a grain of salt cause i don't know you or your life) is that you were vulnerable. you went out of your comfort zone. and in the moment, you were too busy having fun and being with the other person to really notice. but now you have space to think about it, to sit with yourself, and you're realizing it was important to you. you're realizing you took a big step. that's scary! it's confusing! and that feeling is not your enemy; it's telling you something. you just need to figure out what that something is, because it might be something important.

good luck! if you wanna talk about it more, i'm here. and if anyone else has advice or similar experiences, pls add on

[supermarine-silvally]

❛ how about a kiss before i go? ❜ from the soft prompts pls? also I SWEAR if you make this angsty I will... wail in the comments but also cry bc I enjoy torturing myself and like pain -🍂

I assume you wanted Portada (Ace x Yara) for this heheh

There are references to the anime (and the Ace light novel) but no actual spoilers.

“So Pops is really sending you to take on Bohemian Knight Doma all by yourself?”

“Yeah!” Ace grinned, flexing an arm. “Pretty great, huh?”

Yara shrugged. “I mean, it’s smarter than sending the fleet if we don’t need to. Doma might be stupid enough to encroach on the Whitebeard Pirates’ territory, but he’s not going to turn down a one-on-one challenge when the alternative is facing an entire armada.”

“That’s true, too.” He laughed. “I know I only got this mission because Pops is testing me, but I feel good.” As if to prove his point, a small burst of fire flared out of his fingertips, flames quickly engulfing his entire hand. 

“Well, Fifth Division will be lying in wait should you need backup.”  

“Pssshh, backup. I’ll kick his ass before he even--”

“Hey, Ace!” 

Ace perked up at the familiar voice, glancing over to where a blue-haired man wearing a masquerade-like mask stepped off the gangplank and onto the deck of the Moby Dick. “Any news?”

“Yes. I’ve got the striker operational again. It should be good to go for your mission.”

“Great! Thanks, Deu!”

Masked Deuce smiled, giving his friend-- and former captain-- a polite bow before striding off. 

Ace turned back to Yara, grinning. “See?”

Yara tried not to smile as she shook her head. “I still think that thing is a death trap. If you fall off of it while riding the waves, there won’t be anyone around to haul your ass out of the water. The fact that Deuce designed it and not you is the only thing giving me a shred of hope.”

“Hey!” He pretended to be insulted. “I can build stuff.”

“Your attempt at fixing the starboard anchor tells me otherwise.”

“Well, maybe the anchor was being a jerk.”

Yara finally gave in, her shoulders shaking as she laughed, and Ace felt as if he’d won the lottery. His chest puffed up, pleased. 

“So…” She leaned back against the wall. “You’ve got your orders, and your-- I hesitate to call it a ‘ship’... Is there anything else you need?”

“How about a kiss before I go?” The words slipped out before he could stop them. Ace’s entire face went beet red. He laughed nervously, waving his hands in the air as Yara’s smile vanished, raising an eyebrow at him instead. “Kidding, kidding!! You don’t have to, um… because we’re not-- I mean… Sorry. Bad joke.”

“Hilarious, Portgas,” she deadpanned. 

Ace’s breath hitched as she reached over, placing a finger on the brim of his hat and tugging it down ever so slightly. A shiver ran up his spine, heart drumming erratically in his ribcage. God, she was so close to him, the scent of her favourite vanilla lotion flooding his senses. 

A small, bemused smile hinted at the corners of her lips as her hand lowered, and all Ace could think was how badly he wanted to catch it in his own and press kiss after kiss to her knuckles, her palm, her wrist; trailing down her arm until their chests were pressed closely together… letting himself drown in that beautiful gaze of hers as he held her against him, safe and snug…

She picked up the hat’s counterweight from where it hung against his bare chest, smoothing her thumb over the tiny cow skull embedded into the clay disc. “Just… Remember that you’re not invincible, as much as you like to pretend otherwise, Fire Fist.”

“It’s not like you to worry, Hellcat,” he couldn’t help but tease her in return. 

Yara let out a soft laugh. “You are going to give me a full head of grey hair by the time I’m forty, you know.”

“And you’ll still be as beautiful as ever. Er, I mean…” Heat rose to his cheeks. “You could pull it off, I’m sure.”

“There you two are, yoi.”

They glanced over as Marco approached them, giving them an amused look. “Yara, I think Vista’s looking for you.”

“Oh. I suppose I should be off, then.” She lightly touched Ace’s arm, making his heart nearly stop. “Good luck, Ace. Even if you don’t think you need it.”

With that, she strode off, heading towards the ship’s main cabins. Ace watched her go, the air around him already feeling colder without her presence. 

“You know you’re going to have to tell her someday, yoi,” Marco said, crossing his arms. 

“There’s nothing to tell her.”

“Ace…” The First Division Commander’s tone was firm, yet gentle. “You can’t help how you feel.”

“I know, I just…”

“I’m already giving up on Ace, too! I don’t care if he dies or not, I’ll just tell Garp it was an accident. It’s true that the ‘devil’s children have the devil’s luck’, and Ace is the devil’s son!”

He sighed. “She deserves far better than a good-for-nothing guy like me.” 

If she knew… There’s no way she could ever… 

Marco didn’t look convinced, but he didn’t push it any further, either. The crew had begun to gather around them, cheering as they wished Ace a speedy victory. He waved back, one foot resting on the ship’s railing as he prepared to leap onto the striker, which was waiting in the water below. As he turned around, however, he caught a flash of violet hair. For a moment, he allowed his gaze to linger on her.

Yara seemed to notice, glancing over to meet his eyes. Her lips eased into a confident smile, giving him a slight nod as if to say, you got this. Butterflies burst into his stomach, his heartbeat quickening, beating out a rhythm so desperate, so desiring, so… unworthy. And yet… 

Yet he would love her from afar anyways, even if it was the most he could ever do.

One Piece nakama: @auxiliarydetective @daughter-of-melpomene @xoteajays if you wanna read &lt;3

[haveihitanerve]

ok holy hell lemme just clarify this post that I wrote at like four in the morning and on three buckets of coffee and spite-

I misspoke. Misspelled, whatever you'd like to call it. My TLDR version of this post is quite simply: I love platonic relationships. Maybe I'm partially ace, idk, but all i was trying to say with this clearly not eloquently written post is that I adore pure friendships without anything attached. And yeah, I did get a little hyperbolical with like, all of what I said. Gayness is not that big/accepted in media. yet Again, my posts mean very little, I'm not trying to provide much to the world with my posts, just sharing my thoughts. (also i've seen posts on here that are like "went grocery shopping wednesday" and thats it. this place is not a gold mine and i am not even a copper but like... its not that serious guys pls. I at least am not trying to be that serious or say anything like- offensive) And to all you lovelies commenting/sending me stuff stating this is a fan website and ofc I'm going to see fan ships and stuff- i know. I- i know. Thank you. Thats why im here. And if i dont like a ship, i dont follow it, i dont read the post, i keep going with my life and dont think about it. Thanks for telling me. but i know. thxs.

my TLDR of everything? I just want two characters who very clearly love each other and care a lot for each other- but never show any romantic feelings. Are never seriously shipped. (and i know there will always be shippers, but there are serious ships and then there are the ships that everyone accepts but arent actually real) idk what im trying to say, dont read too far into it, i just love love. :P

god damn i wrote a lot. Disregard everything honestly and just keeping scrolling if you ever come across my name is my honest advice. your time and life will be better spent XD

can i just say- as much as I love the idea of Sam and Bucky actually dating- i much prefer them to just remain friends because platonic relationships are so much rarer in media and especially more recently as like everyone and their mother is gay- not that the representation isnt great i love seeing it so open and accepted(well its not hugely accepted but its progress) but I just really need more platonic love and just friendships especially good guy/guy friendships or girl/girl friendships and i would actually go feral if we were given a guy/girl friendship without any romantic attachments- steve and nat and tony and nat and clint and nat were good but people still ship them and there were like kiss/romantic moments with the first two ships in actual canon and i just... i want some platonic love please

anyway sam and bucky need to flirt more.

[bluewinnerangel]

| URL Song Game |

Thank youuu @larrysballetslippers @laurelier and @longhairlouis-mybeloved for the tag!

Rules: Spell your URL using songs.

So I spent ~way way way too long~ on creating an actual playlist and it really is something. This is some fuck the system also we gay also we're just gonna very aggressively dance powerhouse playlist aasdsdkasdj. I was gonna stay far away from 1D and all its boys for this one and still this thing is just yelling larrylarrylarry because it's coming from my brain so. Hmm. And I wanna explain why. Because I think these songs are awesome (or at least some of them) and worth a listen if you're a larrie which is I assume is most people seeing this are so I put a bit of an explanation of what I see in these songs at the end here. Anyway:

tagging @ialwaysknewyouwerepunk @appreciateeverythingblueinlife @theworldisblueandgreenforareason

@youaretheoceanyouarethesky @sleepingonmyproblems @delightswithviolentends did i just tag people with really long usernames maybe ohhhh that's evil. Feel free to ignore lol <3

Also @laurelier I already did the picrew thing but I love the pic I made so:

Putting the playlist explanation under a cut because blablablalblabla:

1) introduces you to Woodkid, the epitome of what the actual fuck?how the fuck is this wholeass album this much of a larry like what is this? our fandom's soundtrack??? what the hell, I've rambled on about this before but really I urge everyone to just listen and have a readthrough of Woodkid's The Golden Age (yes the whole album). It's also amazing when you don't relate it to anything not saying it's only good because you can, it's just an added bonus.

2) Laurel Wreath (thank you Louis for that one asdkljafkla yep the laurel anthem AGAIN)

3) Muse for some fuck the system (also U's are hard to find)

4-6) some buzzgaycocks with their gay lil songs and I thought why not put a song going 369 WHAT DOES IT MEAN in between. If you're frustrated with the what the fuck is this 369 shit louis this is the soundtrack to that istg the whole song is literally going wtf does 369 mean it's just a number right? Like somebody help me please what is that number? What does 369 mean?? why is 369 there all the time???? wedged between 2 "shit I'm british and gay" songs for your lil larry ears namnamnam that's a ten (again just good music, it's only an added bonus)

7) more nautical gay shit from Woodkid

8) more fuck the system im gonna live in the middle of nowhere

9) some walk boy walk through fire protect you stuff (also just a really really good song and I honestly don't know if this music is well known or some niche western european stuff I really have no clue)

10) some more fighting for peace and love and waves can't try to break em all that

11) this is the gay struggle anthem

12) this is kinda where the wow really have a listen to these songs because if you're a larrie you might like em stops and my personal just aggressive vibing continues. Back to let's go fuck the system fuck the waves trying to break us some more but let's also just dance lol (but my way because the only way I know how to really let loose is heavy ass wubwubdubdub borderline industrial metal yelling the louder the better yep bye)

13) it's no problem for me but it's a problem for you just still on that wubbalubbadubdub don't tell me what to do shit's wrong with you and the COAC system not me byebye i go dancey dance

14) another 369 joke couldn't drop it THREE SIX NINE DAMN YOU A FINE LINE

15) seriously was at a loss for another E, sia already took me too long, wanted to continue the trend of music I can dance to, and then I saw it. iT wAs AcTuAlLy CaScAdAhhhh yeah no that really does fit here.

16) just end on another anthem screaming powerhouse to close it all off lol.

Am I ok? Nobody knoooows. This was fun tho.

[base0h]

pls do a part two of the fic u wrote called headshot where the reader takes a blow for their s/o. With luffy and zoro pls

a/n - sorry this part two took so long 😭 I’m going to finish Zoro’s another time :) too much sadness in one go lmao

Warnings ⚠️ - angst, g/n reader, part 1

Headshot 2

Luffy

This battle was never ending. God you were tired, when would this all just stop? The amount of times your fists have hit people’s faces, your knuckles bruised from impact. Everyone around you was screaming, whether it be curses at each other, or just blatant cries of pain and exhaustion. Luffy had been pinned down, two of the admirals already taking advantage of it. Finally, they’d be able to kill Monkey D. Luffy, and this long chase would stop. You couldn’t ever let that happen, not on your watch. You kicked people out of the way, not caring who the hell’s noses you broke, who’s legs you tripped, or who’s arms you swatted away with ease. All your mind was focused on was saving Luffy, that’s all you needed to do, simple right? Everything was right on track, you’d slip through, grab Luffy, and then run back to the ship. Easy! Until you felt fire running up your back, shit. When you turned around and tried to strike the person in the face, you were horrified to see that he easily moved out of the way. It was Akainu. Luffy’s eyes widened, not this guy again.. Not this man who killed ace.. He was strong- and you knew you weren’t going to be able to beat him on your own. You stood in front of Luffy who was still stuck under a huge piece of sea stone bars that had broken off the marine headquarters building. “Protecting? You think you’re going to make it out alive?” Akainu asked with his molten fist starting to flame. You glared at him, who does he think he is? God he made you so angry. He suddenly rushed forward, disappearing past you so quickly you couldn’t even react. He went straight for Luffy, ready to give him the same fate as his brother. No.. No no no no! Why was he going for him and not you?! That wasn’t the plan!

You jumped with all the strength you had in you, hoping you’d fly fast enough to make sure Luffy didn’t die today. Your face was the only thing to make it in time, and Akainu’s fist crashed straight into your eyes, burning them, lava pouring into your eyes, searing like you were in hell. Luffy looked horrified, this couldn’t be happening. Not again. Not you too.. When your body tumbled to the ground, the sizzling sound of your eyes being burnt still ringing in Luffy’s ears, he lost it. Desperate times call for desperate measures. He started to try and free himself, his arms and legs stuck underneath the huge pile of sea stone. Dammit, he was going to rip his limbs off for you if that was what it meant for him to save you! He’d do anything, absolutely anything for you. He was screaming, blind rage filling his hoarse cries. Akainu could only watch, with a gaze that had absolutely no pity, empathy, or compassion. He wanted the strawhat to suffer, so he left him, leaving him to attempt and rip his limbs off to get to you. As he walked away, he heard Luffy’s screams start to dim, as his voice was being torn to shreds from his piercing yells. How dare he.. How dare he hurt you like this? No, this isn’t fair. He was supposed to kill him not you! Zoro managed to come in time before Luffy completely ripped his limbs in half, the skin on his elbows already showing signs of tearing and stretching to the point of ripping apart. Zoro honestly wasn’t sure if you’d survive this, he didn’t look that optimistic about it. Right when Zoro freed him, Luffy ran out from underneath the rubble, straight to you, grabbing you and starting to weakly run to the ship. “Hang on y/n, chopper will heal you! Don’t go, don’t go yet! I- I’ll get you to the ship no matter what!” He said, his legs starting to fail him. Now wasn’t the time for exhaustion. Zoro immediately lifted Luffy over his shoulder, running towards the ship as fast as he could. (Don’t ask how he’s going in the right direction, it’s a miracle lmao) “Don’t worry, we’ll get chopper as soon as we get there!” Zoro said reassuringly. He knew that Luffy wanted to save your life, he’d do anything for his captain and his precious y/n. Hell, he’ll even find his way back to the ship as fast as he could. Luffy’s eyes were starting to close, a feeling of relief washing over him when he heard Zoro’s words. Everything was starting to dim, yelling and battle cries were subsiding, his pain fading away, exhaustion… had finally taken over.

Who was he forgetting? He was forgetting something precious, something dear to him.. why couldn’t he remember? He jolted upright, finally regaining full consciousness, instantly remembering why he needed to find you. Sanji was just bringing a plate of food in for when Luffy would wake up, and he didn’t expect to see a gravely wounded Luffy speed past him, a blanket still stuck to his leg, trailing behind him. “Oi Luffy! Chopper said to not move!” Sanji shouted from the room. Luffy broke down the door, busting through it with all his might, and then he laid eyes on someone who was still asleep in bed. All bandaged up, their eyes wrapped in numerous cloths, a bucket of ice water beside them to change the wet towels resting on top of their eyes. That couldn’t be you, why are you still asleep?.. Luffy bent down and tried to wake you up, gently shaking the only part of your arm that wasn’t wounded. He was careful to not injure you more, taking extra caution. “Hey y/n- the fight’s over, you can wake up now!” He said, trying to sound as excited as he could. Usually you’d wake up and unwillingly follow him to the kitchen where Sanji was cooking their next meal. You wouldn’t even budge, your shallow breaths never changing. He tried other ways, he saw a tray of food on the table next to you, and he realized that it was your favorite meal! Maybe that would wake you up! “Y/n! Sanji made you your favorite food! Don’t you want to eat it before I do??” He asked, holding it in front of you, expecting some reaction. Why was there no one even there..? It was like he was talking to himself. “Y/n…?” He tried one last time, having a concerned and worried look in his wide eyes. His brows furrowed, his fists clenched the bed sheets, and his knee started bouncing up and down from anxiety. What could he do?? Why weren’t you waking up?! This was his fault wasn’t it.. You jumped in front of him to take that blow, his stupid impulsiveness got him trapped there in the first place. As usual, you always had to save him, every single time. This time, it ended up with you hurt, not even being able to wake up. Why was he like this? He was supposed to be the one to protect you, not you having to save his dumbass all the time! He wanted to beat himself up right now, his anger and guilt was just too much for him, it overwhelmed his poor heart. He wished you two could switch places, he’d gladly take any pain for you, no matter how severe it was. Damn it, why couldn’t he save you from this?

You were still asleep, but despite that, Luffy and the others visited you and tried to tell you all about their days and how their adventures were going. But, Luffy was the one to stay with you and sleep by your side, snoring away as he rested his head in your dormant arms. He always told you how Zoro kept getting lost, how Sanji almost died from nosebleeds, and how Usopp continued to get his supposed, “I can’t go on this island disease”. Everyday, he hoped that you’d wake up and give him some laughs to his stories like you usually did. Oh and hugs, he missed those a lot too. Wrapping his arms around you, knowing that maybe you’d never be able to wrap yours around him again was one of the most painful things for him. He continued to blame himself for not being more careful, everyday he wished he hadn’t gone off to confront those admirals alone, then you wouldn’t have had to save him. He tried his best not to cry whenever things got tough, but sometimes he just cried, resting his head on your stomach, holding your cold hands. Maybe he still had hints of a crybaby in him, for you at least. He’s always extra careful with damage taken to the ship, he makes certain that nothing is harmed near your quarters. Nothing can hurt you more now, not on his watch. He swore that he’d never let that happen again, this was his second chance. He knew he’d better not ruin it. Luffy knew that he wasn’t alone, you were still here, just not awake yet. His patience hasn’t run out yet, all he can do is hope you’d return to him soon.

a/n - i’m beat 👍 enjoy the angst 💜💜

<3

[wizen-faced-frump]

This post contains SO MANY SPOILERS for the final mob psycho ep so pls scroll past immediately if you somehow found this and haven't watched the end yet!!!! I watched the episode as soon as it came out but then it was late and I had to go to sleep afterwards so I couldn't spew my thoughts out immediately,,

[ID: Screenshot of Mob laughing from the show. End ID]

JESUS CHRIST WHAT A SHOW. I thought I'd be bawling by the end but I actually wasn't because I was so happy.

I LOVE LOVE LOVE how they dealt with Reigen and Mob. These two have had the best character arcs I've ever seen in any type of media. It's just beautiful. You can feel their growth and it's genuinely so real and heartwarming. As someone who mainly fell in love with the show because of how much I relate to Mob's struggle with himself, it feels like the show is reaching out and giving me a warm hug and telling me that it's okay to feel this way, that I'll figure it out eventually. Mob's acceptance of himself at the end was so, so lovely!! All I feel when I think about the episode is warm colors and comfort and this feeling in my chest that I can be content with myself too, given enough time.

And REIGEN!! My GOD what they did with him was STAGGERING they took such a despicable type of character and turned him into almost a role model, someone with such good intentions that people were happy the show ended with him sharing the spotlight. Reigen isn't perfect in any way and I LOVE that. Usually writers feel this need to make their characters as "good" as possible in order to inspire people, but it ends up creating the opposite effect because then you've got this character that is the epitome of good deeds and character which almost puts pressure on the readers to be and act a certain way. With Reigen, however, they preserved his "other side" along with the things that made us love him, making him even more loveable in the process and getting the message across that it's alright if you have flaws!! Everyone has them!!

And the actual episode itself. I CANNOT describe the feelings I felt when 99 started playing as Reigen struggled to get to Mob. My jaw fucking dropped and I had to physically put a hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming. The amount of effort Reigen made to get to Mob didn't just touch my heart, it ripped it out of my chest and threw it at the opposite wall. The episode managed to show just how much Reigen loves Mob beautifully. Even with Serizawa warning Reigen it would be dangerous, even with Reigen himself getting thrown back about five hundred times, he knew he HAD to get to Mob and confess. And when he started crying… I almost thought the creators wouldn't let him cry because of what happened in S2 Ep7, but they DID and it was one of the best feelings ever. Don't get me wrong, I don't particularly enjoy characters crying out of sadness, but as someone who has played Ace Attorney a LOT and as someone who has been obsessed with that franchise for two years it would often get me how the writers wouldn't let any of the characters show pure emotion and that feeling just stuck with me I guess. It could be that crying shows a character's vulnerabilities and makes them more "exposed" but hey, I can barely understand what I want to say, much less put it into words lol. The "grand speech" Reigen gave Mob while confessing was far from grand or perfect and that just made it feel so much more real and natural. GOD i love this show

Also Dimple. Dimple Dimple Dimple I love Dimple SO MUCH like AGAIN I can't believe the writers took someone like Dimple and made him THIS. The Divine Tree Arc gave him so much character,, Mob really does bring out the best in everyone huh. Dude just CANNOT fuck off and be obliterated he HAS to come back to make us all love him even more.

And then after Mob and his powers accepted each other and went to talk to Tsubomi (by the way what the FUCK tsubomi!!! how did you stay in that park all that time holy shit!!! you have no fear!), when Mob came back out and said she rejected him with a soft smile… it felt so natural. I knew that the writers wouldn't pull one of the dumbest moves ever and make Tsubomi accept his confession (just like they didn't give reigen psychic powers in the end like bro my heart almost stopped when reigen said he'd been "working out" because i didn't want him to magically get psychic powers but i was so glad that reigen managed to resist mob's powers because he was dimple LMAO). I wanted to give Mob a hug so badly when he started crying and then Reigen started giving him the most dad reassurance ever which made me want to hug them both and then the scene showed all three of them walking off together which made me want to hug everyone. ALTHOUGH I WILL SAY I WAS MAD NO ONE HUGGED ANYONE,,, PLS I JUST WANTED TO SEE REIGEN AND MOB HUGGING EACH OTHER THEY DESERVE ALL THE HUGS

Now for the small details,, Serizawa! Calling! Reigen! As soon as possible! To make sure he was okay! Reigen sounding so happy while talking about working to rebuild the city with Serizawa! Teru's new haircut! Teru asking Mob to go shopping with him again! Mob actually loving the shirt Teru picked out for him! Mob being the new vice captain of the body improvement club! Inukawa's alien eyes! TOME IN THE OFFICE! TOME IS IN HIGH SCHOOL! Serizawa starting to feel more comfortable while talking to people! Everyone getting together to throw Reigen a surprise party! Reigen almost crying! Serizawa catching the cake with his powers at the last moment! Serizawa's laughter while he reached out to Reigen with a towel to clean his face! Tome being all "AW i wanted to see you cry smh" their dynamic ahhh (I can't remember if it was her or dimple but! lmao whatever!)! MOB LAUGHING SO FREELY IN THE END HSJAHKFJHDJHKJ I'M ON THE FLOOR. I'M DECEASED.

I am in love with everything this show has to offer.

[beebopboom]

omg thanks for even entertaining this, I loved your post and all the amazing research you put into it. I’m not lying when I say it sent me down a rabbit hole

and after I posted this I went looking further into the cards we see they are assigned in God’s shuffle - and found some interesting things

(i’m not an anyway an expert with any kind of cards but if someone is, pls have a go at it, so i’m mainly going to link to some things I read)

Greasy Johnson - Jack of Clubs (initially I just remembered the J and was like ooo joker I’m set but alas it is not)

Here are some of those links to what this card means by itself and with others

Now I don’t want to assign a lot to a character we don’t have a lot of information about but if he is anything like his card - he is still a wild card

Warlock - Ace of Spades

Now like I said in the post he could be an ace up someone’s (Gods) sleeve but let’s take it a little further

again here are some links

wow a lot of heavy hitters - symbolizing death, power, and new beginnings? - sounds like someone else we know of

but getting into religious territory - it might be worth looking into the Gospel of John, John the Apostle, and all that

Greasy Johnson: a Red Herring?

This is a season 3 speculation post - you know not what to do with them

ok so i’ve fallen down a Greasy Johnson is Jesus rabbit hole and I love it - seems pretty plausible (here are some of of the pieces that sent me down here - Jesus 2.0 rides a Motorcycle Scooter , Greasy Johnson is Jesus, and Greasy Johnson in the book)

To summarize Greasy Johnson is the third baby in the swap who grows up near Adam and has kind of a “rival gang” who in the book is used as the reason why Adam finds a fight between two rivals ridiculous

plus you have the working title for the talked about sequel 668: The Neighbor of the Beast which more than likely is Greasy Johnson house and his thing with tropical fish - just a lot of things pointing to him being Jesus

But!! I want to talk about something a little different (and I can recognize this is probably just my want for Warlock to come back as someone important) because it was a choice not have him mentioned after the swap in the show.

What if Warlock is Jesus? Now just hear me out

If i’m following the swap right Warlock is our baby draped in blue and is the Young’s actual son

Now going back a bit I believe Heaven has been testing out aspects of what is said to happen in the Second Coming for a while now maybe as far back as 1827 but probably got close to right around 1941 and was just waiting for Hell to have the Antichrist and trigger Armageddon

and yknow for being an order of satanic nuns they sure do have a lot of Jesus on the Cross hanging around. why? - it’s almost like the were also meant to deliver him as well

So when Hell pulled their final card - so did Heaven

Now who was not meant to be there that night and messed everything up - the Young’s and their baby, Warlock - it’s almost like it was a divine intervention. And like I said earlier Warlock is our baby draped in blue (like Jesus) and our Ace card (ace up their sleeve anyone?)

Greasy Johnson was apart of Hells plan and set up - Warlock was not

also he has traveled the world because of the Dowling’s work before being tempted by Hastur which he denies

and the whales and dinosaurs we see in his room - you got your mothers humor don’t you?

and he is the only one who has to make a return to the UK - the plane in the opening sequence

what about Greasy Johnson and the neighbor of the beast though? that seems to be a pretty great fit and I agree - he is going to be the reason the swap is discovered and they all get together again - whatever that reason may be (*cough*dying*cough*)

and not mentioning him further in season one allows for him to come in as a completely new character and story that we get to follow around with points in his life pointing towards him being Jesus - as a distraction for the characters and for us

but where does Aziraphale come into this and why does the Metatron need an angel of his talents? - Heaven has also lost its card(baby), the trick worked a little too well and there are still two children to choose between, if they could find them - and Aziraphale, who has shown is apt at finding and identifying the Antichrist and knows Earth better than any angel, is just the being for the job

I recognize this is a lot of speculation and this is just kinda just a crack theory but it wouldn’t leave me alone so I’d thought I’d share

and mostly I think it’d be funny that in thinking they were raising the Antichrist they were actually raising Jesus Christ

(but also it would fit a lot of the headcannons floating around. Jesus being a right terror? check. Them raising Jesus? already did that. Trans!Jesus? remember all those trans!warlock headcannons. Jesus having a mentor relationship with Crowley? the demon raised Warlock. Going out for a drink? Warlock would an adult now by the time season 3 comes out and they keep following that the events in the show are happening at the present time it comes out trend - just on and on)

[tsukishumai]

Do I make you nervous? - Atsumu, Tsukishima, Sakusa

a/n: inspired by a tik tok (surprise surprise) but I can’t find the link pls ): it’s been forever since I’ve done some HCs, hope u enjoy <3

Atsumu doesn’t know how he got roped into an all-out prank war with you.

It’s a heated debate every time the two of you try to trace back its origins.

You said it was when he dropped a lizard on your head during lunch in your first year, but Atsumu claims he only did that because you spilled glitter in his gym bag. Although you swore up and down that was an accident, you would mention that the ‘glitter’ mishap happened after he told your crush that you still wet the bed. (Atsumu smiles at that memory fondly)

“He never talked to me again after you did that,” you grumbled while arranging your books in your locker.

Atsumu laughed from his spot next to you, leaning against the wall with one shoulder, hands shoved in his pockets. “Yeah, that was kind of the point.”

You scoffed, smirking to yourself before slamming your locker shut and facing Atsumu. “There are other ways to get a girls attention, you know. Bullying girls stopped being cool after grade school.”

Atsumu sputtered out, “Well, yer not exactly the easiest girl to approach, are ya?”

“Why?” You asked, suddenly taking a step – closing the distance between you two, “Do I make you nervous?”

Atsumu gulped, trying to ignore the fact that he can suddenly smell your shampoo, “Are ya dumb? Of course not.”

“Oh?” You reach out, and place a palm on his chest, “Then why is your heart beating so fast?”

Atsumu stopped breathing, cursing the fact that he could feel his pulse all the way up to his ears, and trying not to melt under your intense gaze.

Suddenly, you gave him a smack on the chest, bursting out laugh, as you turned to walk away.

“Get a grip, Tsumu!”

Atsumu clenched his fist, staying rooted in his spot as he tried to regain his composure.

“I’ll get ya back for that,” he called out, and you simply waved a hand.

He doesn’t know how he got roped into this prank war with you, but he’ll never admit the countless nights he’s spent plotting on just how he could grab your attention next.

“Let’s get this over with,” Tsukishima grumbled, marching his way over to the library. You struggled to keep up with him, his long legs giving him a much wider stride than you.

“Come on, Tsukki –“ “Don’t call me that.”

You rolled your eyes at his prickly attitude. Tsukishima was the last person on earth you’d want to be partnered with for this project – the resident grumpy cat of your class who has never so much as smiled in your direction no matter how hard you tried — yet the gods of fate had other plans for you.

But you were never one to dwell on your misfortunes, so you resolved to make this as pleasant as you possibly could.

“Can’t we at least get our work done at the café?” You asked, finally falling into step with him, “The library is so boring… so quiet.”

Tsukishima just rolled his eyes at you. “That’s exactly why the library is better. Less pressure to...” But Tsukishima stopped himself.

Your ears perked up at his choice of words, seeking an opportunity to give him a hard time.

“Less pressure?” You asked, fighting the smirk trying to make its way onto your lips, “Pressure for what?”

Tsukishima ignored you as he kept walking forward, but you’ve already sunk your claws into his words.

“Come on, Tsukishima, why won’t you go to the café with me,” You pouted, cutting off his path by standing directly in front of him, “Do I make you nervous?”

The way Tsukishima froze in front of you makes you think you’ve struck a nerve, but that thought was cut off when he closed the distance between you, your chest practically pressed against his.

“Do I make YOU nervous?”

Your tongue felt so dry in your mouth, you nearly choked. You didn’t back down, but you could practically see yourself shrinking with every second you spent under his intense scrutiny.

Tsukishima scoffed, stepping around you to continue his trek to the library, leaving you with your mouth hung open, and heart beating a thousand times per minute.

“Don’t ask stupid questions,” Tsukishima called out, hoping desperately you didn’t notice the blush that crept onto his face.

It’s been a long time since Itachiyama has had a manager, so you made sure to fulfill your duties correctly.

You showed up before everybody else, your notes were immaculate; you always had things done before anyone could even think to ask for it.

It was almost like you were made to be a volleyball team manager (Not really, you just wanted your college apps to look good)

So as much as possible, you tried to stay out of the way of one of the top three aces in the country. You gave him his water bottles, handed him his towels, but you never really tried to look him in the eye.

You weren’t sure why – you got along with the rest of the team just fine, but when Sakusa entered the room, the atmosphere always changed drastically. He had an air of dignity and refinement about him that you were absolutely sure you would just taint if you tried to approach him.

You didn’t think he’d notice, but actually it was you who didn’t notice – the way his eyes always followed you around the room, how he seems to try to give you a smile, but you always looked down at your feet, or how he used to always bring his own water bottles to practice, yet stopped so he could use the one you hand to him.

He’s tried to brush his fingers with yours as you hand him a towel, but you’d always just scurry off to another corner, where you’d laugh at a joke his captain said, while he stood to the side and wondered why you were ignoring him.

It was when the team went out to celebrate winning the Tokyo Qualifier match, and you sat down next to his cousin and actively looked at anywhere but him that Sakusa decided he’s had enough.

“Do you hate me?” He cornered you after practice once, and you nearly dropped the volleyballs you were trying to collect into the cart.

“What?” you asked, shocked and confused at the Sakusa’s sudden inquiry, “Why… why would you think that?”

“You talk to everybody but me,” he commented, noting the way you fidgeted in your spot and clutched to the volleyballs in your arms, “Do I make you nervous?”

You bit your lip, and looked down at your feet. “Honestly… you kind of do.”

Sakusa nodded, mulling over your words before taking the yellow and blue mikasa ball from your hands. “Don’t be.”

You weren’t exactly sure how to respond when he dropped the balls into the cart, and walked out of the gym without another word

“Komori,” you whisper-yelled to the libero that was watching from the corner, “What the hell was that??”

Komori snickered, staring at the spot that used to be occupied by his cousin. “I… think that means he likes you?”

[tellywoodtrash]

channa mereya 18 - 20.10.22 lbs

18.10.22

adi finds ginni standing in dhaaba glaring at that payal

and is like babe u ok?

she's like I tolddddddd you someone set it on fire and this payal is proof

once again, that could have been left by anyone sis

anyway he's like do whatever you need to I love and support u

good this is the only energy we need from men

supportive huggies

lmao chotu singh aa gya to cockblock

and adi huffs and puffs at him like a cranky dragon and chases him off

taayiji doing dramey about needing AC and god stfu bitch

supreet smoothing over sitch and honestly, this woman needs to be paid for the amount of emotional labour she's doing for this shitty fam

ginni sees Sam and is glaring and moving to her

demon dad ki phatt rhi lol and he's like chalo chalo rasm shuru karo

rasm rasm blah blah

ring exchange ho gya

adi happily sighing at his ring lmao what a simp I love him so much

ginni dgaf about romance at such a moment tho, max relatable girl

sees Sam going into a room

where she sets up some camera ringlight shit for vlogging? idk

full fam is dancing

Goldie sees the payal and is like oh this is sam's we been looking for it

lmaooooooo oh boy ginni ke head mein kill bill sirens

seedha went to kitchen and picked up kerosene ka dabba

remembered dhaaba jal-ing, adi risking his life in the fire

and stormed into room where Sam is

STARTED THROWING THE KEROSENE AROUND

kheench ke one thappad

and asjfjdjsshsh haath marod diya

sometimes violence is the answer 😌😌😌

ginni is screaming truth bombs

damn she throwing Sam around like a ragdoll

Hulk smash her ginni, hum tere saath hain

Sam asking for proof and ginni is like bitchhhhhhhhhh

she's like first you should know how it feels to be on fire

continues throwing kerosene all around

Sam screaming for help but everyone's too busy dancing

ginni like why you screaming for them when you did the mistake alone

and imma burn with you coz I made mistake of letting you do this

maachis is out!!!!!!!!!!!

screaming tell the truth or imma burn this shit down

Sam doing pls I'm preggo naatak

but ginni is like lol fuck youuuu

God I love her

maachis jala di

Sam finally admitted

she's like I wanted to burn you and your fam and that damn dhaaba

alllllll cozza you my life is ruineddddd

blah blah

no matter how many times you make that dhaaba

I'll burn it down

nice go-getter spirit Sam

ginni lit maachis and threw it

it wasn't kerosene lol

blue paani tha shayad

fam like where ginni and adi has no clue but is covering for her

saying mujhe bataakar gayi thi #justdesithings

ginni came and told everyone truth

everything moves too damn quick in this show

lmao the demon dad like arre yaaaar itni jaldi baazi har gye

adi like chalo let's call the cops

gulaabo ji like fuck the cops this is my daughter's wedding I'm not letting em ruin this l fix Sam myself, you two stop ruining this wedding day pls

MUMMY JI PLS, KUCH TOH PRIORITIES RAKHO SHAADI KE UPAR

ginni is like how the fuck i supp to celebrate shaadi when that bloody arson bitch is right here

let me call the damn cops pls

and tells adi to call cops

Goldie still defending

my god how good is this chick's 🐱game

ke itnaaaa deewana hua hai tu

like even taayiji is team ginni on this matter

so you know shit is outta handddd

ginni says pls bhai banke vyaah mein shareek baad mein hona

jis baap ki wajah se duniya mein aaya hai uska toh hoke dikha

Teri meri ragon mein ek khoon hai, toh tera khoon kyun nahi kholta

coz he's a useless fuckin dheent

19.10.22

police did come. but coz Sam called. and put domestic abuse charges on ginni

ginni getting arrested instead lol

adi going into Hulk smash mode

full fam having to hold him back

ginni gave kasam and stopped him

poor babie boy he's more devastated than she is

police about to take her

when ginni remembered Sam was vlogging

adi took sam's phone from her

gave to ginni

ofc it's been deleted, and sam smirksssssssssss

adi millenial jo hai is like, she deleted from gallery, not from the other places

retrieved the video in a sec lmao

chalo jiiiiiiiiiiii

police yelled at Sam and left

and boy oh boy

adi is like agli baar ginni ya uski fam ke paas dikhaayi di

toh kerosene asli hoga

aur aag main lagaaonga

aise hi nahi kaha tha maine isko Star Bharat ka Vincenzo

he likes burning shit since first ep

ginni threw her out

Goldie running behind

fuckin goldie

mom is like ouff laanat and said fuck you aaj se teri maa tere liye marr gyi

i don't think he cares, mummyji

ginni growling at Sam some more about how NEXT TIME she'll go to jail

the fuck

why is there gonna be a NEXT TIME

y'all are dumb af

anyway closed the door

adi is like enough is enough I don't want more problems

i'm marrying my girl tomorrow so help me god

dad is like oh no shit but................

supreet says don't worry about it, it'll be done

supreet honestly you're too nice to these fuckers

only ginni and akash deserve your good heart here

sam roaming the streets

and demon dad is here to gloat and break alliance

Sam still glowering and saying I'll get herrrrr

dad saying you do this right and I'll give you one crore

Ghar pe sangeet happening

akash wants to make paper planes

adi tells him go to storeroom there's old books there go make from them

Sam has snuck in to do bakheda ouff annoying

dad standing in corner and plotting

adi asks what's up any problem

blah blah small talk

offers adi a drink

adi says no I don't drink anymore, jabse ginni……

she enters all decked up looking pretty

and man is lost 😍🥰🤩😍🥰😍🥰😍🥰🤩😍😍😍

doing ishaara ki she looks 🤩👌🏽👌🏽👌🏽❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥💯💯💯

20.10.22

akash found papaji ki diary in storeroom

started tearing pages and making his planes

this why you don't just leave kids unsupervised

neeche sangeet mein adi back to his chichori harkatein

ginni like yeh koi jagaah hai chedne ki

he's like ok then come lets go to the jagaah which is for chedna

chacha ji came to ask kuch chahiye toh nahi

adi pointing at ginni and saying jo chahiye tha mil gaya

ugh I wanna slap him for how adorable he is 👋🏼👋🏼👋🏼👋🏼👋🏼

chachaji left

romance shuru nahi cousins are here

"kuch khaoge aap log?"

"Haan khayenge na; haddi waala kabab."

lmao man got no chill

Sam is here in sardarji disguise to fuck shit up

OK BUT WHERE IS GOLDIE DURING ALL THIS

na family ke paas hai

na simran ke paas hai

itna sab hone ke baad bhi ainvayi awaara kahin ghoom rha hai

Sam spiked ginni ka drink

lotsa lame adi flirting cheesyass i can't watch its too cringe

anyway it made ginni laugh, so good

honesty time

soft heart eyes

"i promise main hamesha tumhe apni jaan se bhi badhkar rakhoonga"

👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do saү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

lol achcha moment ban rha tha both of them gaaaazing into each other's eyes lovingly

and akash ka paper plane hit him in the head

ginni about to get her spiked drink

but dhol waale aa gye and distracted

daarji is back

oh boy naach gaana fwding

demon dad is pissed that now diary has to be hidden from ginni AND daarji lol

anyway daarji blessing kids and adi like you came back quick for our wedding??!?!?!

daarji says there's one more reasonnnnnnn

asked for gurleen's hubby

taayiji somehow covering up

God y'all are all doing gurleen so dirty, fuck I'm livid on her behalf

more naach gaana blah blah idc

Sam and demon dad convene in kona and she's back at trying to get ginni to drink the spiked drink

daarji thinking about his secret repentance mission

oh I think he wants to tell ginni the truth

oh shit demon dad got one of the paper planes

and saw it's from that diary

akash told him store room mein se liya paper

adi asks for something to drink for ginni

Sam making her movesssssss

ginni noticed waiter is shady af

mooch nikal rhi thi side se

ginni followed her and recognised

she pushed ginni and ran away

adi ginni chasing behind

split up to find her

meanwhile dad got diary

and is about to burn it

went to throw it in fire

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand daarji stopped him

saved the diary

and said its only ginni ka right to even touch this book

ki what did you think, if you burn it truth will never come out? sach kabhi nahi chupta blah blah

daarji laying the guilt on thiccccc

saying he's gonna tell the truth to ginni before the wedding

dad trying to convince daarji, that they did it all for the family and the business

ok toh jo bhi paap kiya tha dono ne milke kiya tha

daarji is like nope I wanna do paschataaaap

precap: ambar burns the diary anyway

ginni comes running

[xamaxenta]

I added 20 months to Ace's birthday to see what his normal zodiac would've been.

Turns out he could've been a Virgo if the World Govt weren't wastes of flesh.

The honest to goodess imagery of a Virgo Ace having the Mera Mera and seeing parallels to Vesta, Roman Goddess of Home, Hearth, & Sacred Flame.

Imagine if Rouge caught the attention of Saturn, god of time, and Ops, goddess of fertility, during her prolonged pregnancy of Ace.( or the OP equivalent)

She held that long because of her Will against Time and the period of Fertility, these deities' domains.

So, attention caught, they see her sacrifice amidst the bloodshed and massacre of families, which reminds them of Vesta's domain.

And are appalled of Garp's decisions because they know that Ace's fire will certainly dim amongst the rough ways of bandits. So, they plan, for 4 years, they plan and before Garp botchingly tells Ace of his origins. They have the Mera Mera cross into Ace's path far earlier. And Garp, taken by surprise, never tells Ace about his father, so Ace never hates himself.

My mind immediately just went," Vestal Ace," and " Ace being domestic."

What do you think?

I mean when you put it like this he sounds absolutely radiant, thats not to say he isn’t already I mean radiant in the softest way possible, and I do have a soft spot for domestic Ace thats just one of the best things

I don’t know much about astrology and gods but the parallels to Vesta and Ace is really cool, I like symbolism like that a lot, I also love the idea of demigod Ace a little too much because look at him he’s absolutely not a normal human, son of the pirate king what does that make Roger and Rouge? Theyd be gods of sorts, idk all the holders of the will of D clearly aren’t all human and thinking abt them being demogods fille me with joy

Also virgo Ace??? Pl. e. A se the concept is so cute, again idk much about astrology and all that stuff but my girlfriend is a Virgo and I love her so so much so maybe am biased when I think about Ace being one too?

But yah let Ace live a happier life its what he deserves 🥺

[dandeliononthemoon]

Eraaaaaa my munchkin listeeeeen

I went to pride todayyyyyyy

Here’s what I wore. I did the braids!!! Took me freakin’ 12 whole songs to do those.yeah that’s how I measure time lol.

Totally worth it though!

Here are some picture:

Look at her in the saree and the flower gajra!!!!! So freakin pretty.

That’s my sister in the last picture. The one with the back to the camera.

Ok. Thoughts. It was so beautiful and looked fun. Just. I and my sister went alone so it was kinda meh. And. She is an ally. But doesn’t really know much about the community. So it was kinda boring with her.

I think if I went alone and just made friends with a random group or went there with my Tumblr friends it’d have been a million times more fun. Coz. My sister is way too older than me. So its kinda like I’m always with a parent. Like. She is more strict than my parents I feel like.

But yeah. It was fun! I would definitely like to go again.

AHANA MY DARLING CUTU

YOU MADE IT YOURSELF??? IT LOOKS SO FREAKING GORGEOUS

that is some awesome hair skills right there, pls do my hair, i am bad at that sort of stuff

omg i am a sucker for gajra that looks absolutely stunning

your sister has an amazing cute bag oh my god!!!!

ah yeah i get that. my sister is like 9 years older than me and while she is an ally and very respectful and everything, i know it would feel different to go with her than any of my friends. she asked me if i was going to my city's canal pride about a month ago and she wanted to go as well but i already made plans with two of my friends. honestly i think it would've been less fun with her lol. but she went anyway, with another friend.

okay sidetracked story time: another friend of mine went separately, they initially didn't know if they could go because they just had surgery but they decided to go in the end and i told them afterwards that i kinda wished i had an ace flag to take to pride and get this. they bought one right after and gifted it to me when we met up a few days later🥺 i was so emo i wanted to hug the shit out of them, but well they were still vulnerable after the surgery so i didn't but i did give an air hug.

also i remember that i had a video of my city's pride i wanted to post but i deadass forgot to so it is hanging out in drafts lol. i'll put that up in a bit

i am so happy you enjoyed your first pride!!!! next time we'll go together, with @wtf-is-reality @onetimetwotimesthreetimess @delightfullyterrible and bunch of other moots <3

[hotlineslasher]

Interview With A Slasher

Rating: Explicit (I think?? I mean it’s smut)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Content (Vaginal Fingering), Danny is a confusing bastard 

A/N: I don’t want plot with my porn just feelings! This is my first fic I’ve ever posted pls be gentle with me I promise I’ll be better in the future and write less niche scorpio porn

AO3 link

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When you first set foot into the entity’s perverted playworld, it was a hellscape made worse by how straight-up confusing everything was. Sure, the entity keeps on coming up with new insanities to throw at you, but over time you’ve learned there are rules that make things bearable. That make things make sense. If x, then y. If you break the don’t-drop-god-pallet rule, you get left to suffer on the hook longer. If you don’t unhook your teammates before the entity creeps down to thrash with them, you probably won’t escape with your life... or your friendship. If you don’t heal Bill quickly, his wheezing will be everyone’s downfall.

And, of course, if you so much as look at a killer outside of the trials, you’ll be cut off from the group.

Though it made all the sense in the world for survivors and killers to hook up in between hooking, you were the only one out of your little group to do the deed with one of the proverbial devils in your hell. Survivors smooching survivors was completely commonplace but you knew if they found out the infamous ghostface had taken very... different polaroids of you, they’d take it as a betrayal. Other survivors who weren't already spoken for were fair game, but choosing to interact with any of the killers was a statement.

So, despite Danny’s whining and bitching, you had made sure to be extremely careful. Which meant additional rules for the two of you. One of which was no sneaking off from the campfire, no matter how hard you could feel him staring at you from across the burning logs. Ironically, you weren't exactly sure where the two of you stood in the less literal sense. One dirty affair was more than enough for you, so you hadn't so much as looked at any of the survivors like that since your first hookup with Danny... but you didn't know if the same could be said for him. I mean, as ridiculous as the situation is, it would be nice to know what you meant to him. With Danny, it was kind of hard to tell. On one hand, he'd been... interested in you from the start. Any time you were in a trial together, you were his obsession, and it had always been like that. He was less lethal when it came to chasing you, like he enjoyed the game of cat and mouse when you were the one playing it with him. On the other, as much as he loved to stalk you, he wasn't exactly forthcoming about himself. Whenever you tried to get to know him beyond the ghostface mask, he'd distract you, or deflect, or get magically pulled away to a trial. Your gaze drifts over to where Nancy and Steve are huddled together, looking the very image of cutesy. Oh, to pick sensible romantic partners like Steve.

“You okay, kid?” Bill’s gruff voice pulls your focus from the flames you’ve been staring at to avoid Danny’s gaze. Ironically, Bill is sitting across from you so now you have a small excuse to glimpse in Danny’s direction. “Bad trial?” The old man prompts.

Your shoulders pull up in a shrug, “I mean, when is there ever a good trial?” Your answer isn’t cheery by any stretch, but that’s one of your favorite things about Bill. Talking to him, you don’t feel any pressure to bullshit and act optimistic.

A husky laugh rattles out of him and immediately you feel more at ease, like you’re just hanging out with peepaw. “Fair point,” he nods. “Who was it? One of the more fucked-up ones?”

It actually makes you snort, because intuitively you sort of know which select killers he’s referring to. “Yeah, it was the clown. I swear to god, I inhaled so much of that shit my voice is going to start sounding like yours,” you smile, eyeing Bill with the fondness of grandpa’s favorite grandkid.

Bill rolls his eyes and it looks like he’s going to fire back some sass when suddenly Ace comes sauntering over to clap a hand on his back. “Sorry to interrupt, hot stuff, but I need you to come teach the new girl that trick against slugging.” Ace tilts his head towards where Feng and Elodie are sitting a couple yards away, both audibly pissed at having been left to bleed out on the ground.

“Oh, sure, sure.” Bill nods as he gets up from his seat, always one to have his priorities clearly in check. Another one of the unspoken rules. Someone needs some guidance in the trials, you give it to them without hesitation. You still owed Meg for teaching you how to slip into lockers quietly. “Wait— you uh, you gonna be okay on your own?” The old man is standing like he’s ready to go with Ace, but his eyes are hard and clearly telling you he’ll stay with you if you need him to.

Ace opens his mouth, probably to offer to keep you company, but you’re not like Bill. Waving them both off, your eyes fall on where Danny is crouched in the shadows. Your priorities are nowhere NEAR where they should be, you think, waiting for them to take a few steps away before you break your very cardinal rule: no sneaking away at the campfire.

His hands were on you immediately and your adrenaline ran hot in response. “You have to be quiet, Danny,” you reminded him quickly, keenly aware of his penchant for risky dirty talk.

“Aww, but I thought you hated it when I was quiet!” You couldn’t see his face behind his mask, but god, you could feel the dramatic pout. His fingers slid across your hips, pulling you into him aggressively. “Or do you just need some foreplay first?” He purred, one palm slipping down underneath your skirt to grab at the flesh of your ass. “Fuck, I love it when she puts you in this.”

“Danny!” You hissed, nerves ablaze with proximity-based anxiety. You were playing with fire by even letting him get this far and you knew it. Danny was the kind of guy who you couldn’t give an inch to because he’d take a yard and would make it feel so good you’d happily give him a mile no matter how many warning alarms went off in your head. “If any of them-“

“I know, I know, if any of them find out you’d be a pariah, blah blah blah... hey, I didn’t know you liked the old fucker so much,” Danny says completely casually, his palm smoothing over your asscheek absentmindedly.

You sigh, hating how you can already feel yourself melting a bit under his touch. “Feeling jealous?” You breathe, looking up into the black mesh that’s hiding his eyes from you.

He has the audacity to snort, the cocky son of a bitch. “Fuck no,” he chuckles light-heartedly. “You’re lucky I don’t spank you raw just for suggesting that.” You feel the points of his fingers dig into the skin of your ass with the threat. Suddenly his other hand is on your face, cradling your jaw gently. “I just wanna know more shit about you,” he says plainly, his two hands sending two very different signals to your touch-starved brain, both of them good.

You lean into the one that’s framing your cheek, hating yourself for how handsy you’re letting him be when you’re both close enough to hear Bill bark out directions. “Yeah? You wanna know who’s my bff back at the campfire?” It’s sarcastic and you know you immediately need to make up for it unless you want to tempt him into making you scream. You decide you’ll placate him by turning your face and pressing a kiss into his gloved palm. You think you catch the faintest sigh from him for your effort.

“I do,” he grunts as his hand turns to cover your mouth, his fingertips pressing into your cheeks. “I wanna know everything about you.” Coming from someone else, it might sound romantic. But Danny’s voice is dark, teetering on obsessive. From a different person, the words might paint a picture of lovely dates and idyllic late-night conversations. But from his masked mouth, they scream stalking. Looking at you when you don’t know he’s there, sifting through your belongings, hoarding candids of you that you’ll never know exist.

“So come on, is it the geezer? You know, thinking back on it, he does love to take hits for you,” Danny muses, his mood suddenly light again.

You roll your eyes, reaching up to pull his palm off your mouth when you feel his grip soften. “Sure, I guess Bill is my bff. I have to fight Ace for him though, so I don’t know how mutual it is,” you shrug. It’s irrelevant shit, you know it is, and you can’t see his face to make sure, but you suspect Danny’s listening intently to you anyways. Like he’d be happy to hear you prattle on about the social dynamics between the people he loves to gut. The undivided attention fills you with yearning and his gloved finger is in your mouth before the thought is even fully formed. You don’t know how much of your heat he can actually feel through the thick fabric, but based on how his fingers slip under your panties, it’s doing something for him.

“God, you’re such a slut,” he hisses, the fingers in your panties now prodding at your slit. “You don’t know how bad I want to pull out my dick and make you choke on it right now.” His arousal feeds yours like it always does and combined with the leather slipping between your folds, you don’t stand a chance. Fuck the rules. You lathe at his finger happily, but Danny has other plans and before you know it your mouth is empty. Your eyebrows pull up in confusion and he shushes you sweetly. “I wanna hear more,” he explains, his fingers inching towards your hole. “Tell me,” he urges, “tell me everything and I’ll make you cum, beautiful.”

His slow attack on you has you biting your lip and failing to decipher what he specifically wants to hear. “W... what do you want to— know?” You breathe, both of your hands finding themselves on his chest for support.

“Which one of them was your first friend here?” He asks as one of his long fingers penetrates you lazily. He wastes no time in establishing the sensual rhythm, but you know Danny, and you know it’ll all stop unless you play his weird games. Today, it’s whatever the hell this line of questioning is.

You blink, trying to come up with an answer while he massages your walls. “Meg,” you finally answer, your nails digging into the leather covering his chest. He doesn’t answer right away and you bite back a smile. “The redhead,” you clarify. Of course he wouldn’t know anybody’s names, duh, you’re letting a killer fingerfuck you right now.

Pleased that you’ve caught onto what he wants, Danny slips another finger into you and makes you keen like a teenager. “Who would you bring back with you, if you could go back to your old life?” Both the question and the spot his second finger rubs up against take you by surprise and you almost cry out. The contrast between how well you know each other’s most sensitive spots and how little you know about each other’s ‘old lives’ gives you a weird feeling in your stomach. “Shhh,” Danny taunts happily, “we have to be quiet, remember?” His smirk is pretty much audible as he throws your words back in your face.

You shoot him a glare in response but grab onto one of his outfit’s tendrils to hopefully try and ground yourself. “Who’s your bff?” You suddenly ask, taking you both by surprise. His fingers keep moving but it’s clear he wasn’t expecting you to flip his inquiry back on him. You can't blame him, you weren't expecting you to do that either. The quiet milliseconds feel like hours and you find yourself starting to sweat a bit more. Fuck, was that not okay? His fingers stay inside you, moving at their same rhythm, but you're to busy overthinking to keep climbing towards your orgasm right now.

“Amanda, probably,” Danny responds with a small shrug. You feel yourself start to breathe again. “Oh,” he giggles, “you wouldn’t know her name, right. The Pig,” he clarifies quickly before shifting his focus to your clit.

A sigh tumbles out of you as he rubs it with just enough pressure to make you sink your nails into the cloth of the tendril. Like always, Danny’s mind and body seem to be on two different paths as he starts plunging his digits in faster. “Danny,” you beg, desperately wanting a beat to think about the information he just gave you but not finding it in his new rhythm.

“Come on, you didn’t answer my second question. You’re lucky you look so fucking hot right now or else I’d leave you high and dry... well, maybe I will...” he threatens and you press your forehead into his chest, trying to communicate how badly you do /not/ want that to happen.

“Fuck, fuck,” you pant, brain whirring trying to remember his question. Honestly? It’d been so long since you let yourself think of your ‘old life,’ you didn’t really have an answer thought out. “I don’t— know,” you pull back to look at him through his mask, “I don’t think about my old— my old life anymore.” You’re not sure if it’ll piss him off because you’ve again failed to answer the question but Danny tends to like honesty so you pray he lets it slide. Because, fuck, his thumb on your clit like it is has you ready to drench him at any moment.

He’s quiet for a second. His head tilts. And then you hear his gruff sigh and suddenly his pace becomes even more lethal. Your knees buckle but his other hand wraps around your waist like a vice and you swear some of the tendrils seem to reach out towards you too. If you thought it felt heavenly before, it was nothing compared to how he was touching you now. Your own hand has to slap across your mouth to stop you from moaning like a whore. “Good,” he hisses, his voice low. “Don’t ever think about it,” he demands, “you’re here, now.” Your vision swims as you tear up, his assault on your heat making you shake. “You’re never getting rid of me, you understand?” His voice sounds obsessive again but it only gets you hotter.

You both know you’re going to cum any second, there’s no way you could properly respond to the insane shit he’s saying right now, you can barely even process it. So, instead, you choose to be risky again and move the hand that’s covering your mouth to his neck instead and pull his mask to meet your lips.

Your eyes jam shut as your hips seize and sharp jolts of white-hot pleasure wrack your entire being. You hope you’re quiet but honestly, mid-orgasm you can only hear Danny’s erratic panting. For a few precious seconds, while your body is flooded with endorphins from his ministrations, it’s just you and him. Your mouth pulls away slightly while you ride the orgasm but he closes the distance between you instantly, pressing his masked mouth to yours.

The blood pounding in your ears starts to slow down and your eyes open back up slowly. You’re so close you can see through the mesh and into his irises. His pupils are completely blown out and it gives him a downright feral look you know should really scare you. But it doesn’t. After all, that’s the real first rule you broke.

You pull away and lean your head on his shoulder when you start to worry he'll hear how your heart is beating out of your chest, your panting far quieter now though it’s still rugged as hell. “Who...” you pipe up when you feel his fingers slip out of you, “who would you...?” Your brain is still way too fuzzy from the hormones to fully articulate what you mean. Hopefully he gets that you’re asking his question back and doesn’t think you just sound like an idiot—

You feel his chest shake when he rumbles out a chuckle above you. From where you’re angled, you get to watch him bring his fingers up to his mouth from behind the mask. A small groan escapes him at tasting you and your chest soars with confidence. He thinks you taste good. Better than good, given how much time he’s spending savoring every last drop on his tongue. You almost forget about your question at the show, but you remember instantly when his raspy voice rattles out, “isn’t it obvious?”

You blink slowly and then suddenly you feel a swell of affection for him as you get his meaning.

Out of everyone, even the killers, you. He’d choose you.

[dokoni-mo]

Nights Like These || All for One x F!Reader

Summary: You were his favorite.

SFW // not fluff but not angst

Word Count: 2802

WARNINGS: obsessive behavior, toxic behavior/mindsets, manipulation, possessive behavior, all for one is evil as usual, fear tactics, some sensual touching, kisses, mentions of death if you squint, swearing, age gap relationship of you squint, but reader is depicted to be in their late 20s, also the fact I also didn't proofread this one lmao (pls forgive me I was working on this at like 3 am).

A/N: This takes place before AFO became the potato man. This is my take on how he would be like in a "relationship". If you want some PRIME AFO content, however, AND ARE THE AGE OF 18 OR OVER, go check out @nonobadcat 's story A Hypnotic Nightmare. It's one of my favs atm (also, badcat, if you're reading this, i haven't forgotten about the fanart! i've just had a lot on my plate bc of the end of school. im terribly sorry if it seemed like i left you hanging).

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You hated armored black vans.

Ever since meeting him you knew exactly what they meant.

They would come to you when you least expected it, and often when you really didn't want them to. You could be anywhere in the world, and one would always find a way to roll up next to you. If you tried to outwalk them, they would just drive faster. If you pretended to ignore them, they would cut you off in your tracks.

Persistent little shits.

Just like him.

This time, it was late into the night when one rolled up next to you. You hadn't seen one in some days beforehand, and was relishing in that fact when the dread-vehicle rumbled up next to you. You had just gotten done doing some late-night grocery shopping for yourself, looking decent but in no way perfect. Sighing through your nose, you gave the tinted windows of the van the glare of your life, trying in vain attempt to get it to just piss off.

Even though that tactic never worked before, it would never stop you from trying.

The van pulled up to the curb next to you and slowed to a stop. Seeing as there was no way you could run or try to ignore it now, you stopped in your tracks, clenching your plastic grocery bags tighter. A moment later, the van rolled it's driver's side window down, revealing the driver to you. You didn't recognize this one; it wasn't one in his normal rotation.

You wondered if he killed one of the other ones, and this one was the replacement.

Looking into the eyes of the driver, you shot him another glare, your face morphing into a frown. This didn't seem to phase the man, however, since he just stared back at you with a blank expression.

You knew you weren't that threatening, but, come on. At least show something.

"What is it?" you questioned the man, your voice firm and serious. Although you already knew the answer to that, you prayed to whoever was listening that it would be a different answer this time.

"He wants to see you."

No dice.

You let out another sigh through your nose, this time more frustrated and annoyed than the last one.

"I just saw him the other day," you tried to bargain, "and I have ice cream in here. Can it wait until tomorrow?"

The driver shook his head, "Sorry, miss. He wants you now."

Your face assumed a deeper frown. It wasn't often that these drivers made it known to you how persistent he was being in seeing you. This made a lump form in the bottom of your stomach. What did he want this time? Another date? Quality time? Or just to remind you of who you belonged to?

You hoped it was one of the former two.

Looking from side to side nervously, you swallowed the lump in your throat before speaking again, "Can I at least put my groceries in my apartment first?"

The driver shook his head, "We can get someone to do it for you, miss. But we need to leave. Now."

Damn, this driver really meant business.

Finally admitting defeat, you slowly took a few steps towards the van, watching as the large, jet-black doors rolled itself open for you. Leaning down, you set your bags on the clean, vacuumed floor of the van, ducking down and pushing yourself inside next. The driver watched you in the rear-view mirror, making sure that you sat down and buckled your seatbelt. Once you were safe in the backseat, he shut the door to the van and pulled out into the street again, driving noticeably careful.

A soft sense of dread washing over you, you leaned up against the van door and planted your elbow on the armrest, resting your chin in your palm. Not feeling up for friendly chat with the man driving you, you fixated your gaze out the window, watching as the neon lights of Japan rushed by you.

You wondered which location you would be at today.

He seemed to have spots everywhere across the world.

You hoped it was the Tokyo one. That one had your favorite food and view.

Hugging yourself closer to the door, you tried to ignore the dread winding up in your stomach. You tried your best to just focus on how pretty the lights looked at night, but couldn't help but have your mind linger back to the racing thoughts that plagued your head.

You wished your friend had never introduced you to his stupid fucking cult. He would deny over and over that it was a cult, but it was a cult. You had been quirkless for so long, and content being so all your life. But, when your friend told you about the man she met that could give you your very own quirk, you would be lying if you said you weren't intrigued.

Biggest mistake of your entire fucking life.

~~

Alas to you, the driver didn't take you to the Tokyo location. It ended up being the Osaka location. You felt rather disappointed by this.

The driver was at least nice enough to help you out of the car and escort you into the hands of your body guards for the night. The guards quickly surrounded you, almost suffocating you by how close they were. After relaying the message that you had arrived, the guards practically drug you into the tall, looming building.

You wondered when the next time you could go outside would be.

Going through the doors, you were greeted with the familiar sight of clean, shiny marble floors, your feet clacking against them as they always did. Everything about the building was ornate but simple, reminding you of some fancy hotel.

It was so fucking obnoxious.

Only one dude and occasionally yourself lived here. And not even full time.

It make you frown.

Eventually, the guards and yourself made your way to the elevators. When one eventually came down (it didn't take long because you were most likely some of the only people in the building), all of you packed in the elevator like a fucking clown car. You were shoulder-to-shoulder with the much taller guards, suffocating on their cologne.

The dead silence in the elevator made you wanna puke.

~~

The guards left you once you were at the door.

You were now all alone in the hallway, the tall, dark, looming door before you. Your fingertips were trembling, yet you didn't know if it was out of fear or anticipation.

He probably already knew you were here. Why did you even have to go through this step? Just for his sick kicks?

Most likely.

You didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

You swallowed and closed your eyes, taking a few deep breaths in and out of your nose. You had to give yourself a pep talk before you could lift up your hand, curling your knuckles to knock on the door.

You stopped before you could knock even once. If there was any time to run, this is it. If you could just-

No. It's impossible.

God how you knew it was impossible.

No matter where you went, no matter what you did, he seemed to always know.

You've seen him angry before. It ran shivers down your spine and made you contemplate whether or not there was an afterlife or not.

You didn't want to know how he was like when he was pissed off. Especially if it was directed towards you.

And, you knew, trying to get away from him was a sure as fuck way to royally piss him off.

Taking in one last deep breath, you put on your brave face and knocked on the door, feeling your dread become almost overwhelming in your gut.

You wet your lips before you spoke.

"It's me."

...

Silence.

Your head perked up at the nothingness that greeted you back. Was he not here anymore? Did he leave for a different place without telling you?

You opened your mouth to say something again, but quickly shut it again.

Could you... leave? Go home?

This was definitely a first.

As soon as your excitement welled up, however, you were quickly shot down again from the deep voice behind the door.

"Come in."

Fuck.

Squaring your shoulders and putting on your bravest face, you gingerly opened the door and stepped through, leaning your back against the wood as you shut it again.

Why did you do this to yourself? So willingly walk into the lion's den?

It didn't take you long to remember.

Fear.

Looking inside the room, the lighting was moody to say the least. Barely anything was turned on, and it was so deafeningly quiet, sans the sounds of the city below and the hum of the AC.

Scanning the room with your eyes, you felt your stomach do a flip when you landed on the man of the hour.

The man who had taken over your life for the past three years.

Him.

Shigaraki. Or, as he was known by everyone who wasn't you, All for One.

Probably the most feared man in Japan. Hell, the world even.

Christ on a fucking bike.

He was seated on the couch that faced the door, his usual sly smirk on his face. One of his legs was crossed over the other, and he seemed to had shed his black coat long ago. His crimson eyes bore right into the very fiber of your being, right into your very soul. His presence was so fucking overwhelming it made you feel like you couldn't breathe. The amount of power that dripped off that man was uncanny.

It always made you wonder what he wanted with quirkless little you.

Unable to maintain eye contact with him for any longer, you dropped your gaze to the floor, your back still pressed against the door. Even though you couldn't see him anymore, you could feel his eyes on you, raking up and down your body.

You prayed that this night went by quickly.

"You're late, little one." He said to you, making your shoulders tense up.

"I..." you began, your nervousness painfully obvious as you brushed your hair behind your ear, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be."

All for One let out a hum, and you could practically fucking feel his smirk grow bigger from across the room.

You wondered if he knew that you were only half telling the truth, or if he was just that delusional.

After a moment, he spoke again.

"Come into the light, darling. Let me get a good look at you."

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you hesitated for a brief second, your fingertips twitching against the wood of the door. Seeing no possible way out, you decided it was best to just do what he said. Pushing yourself off the door, you took small, timid steps into the light, keeping your gaze down on the floor. Awkwardly trying to figure out what you should do with your hands, you decided on clasping them in front of you, picking at the skin around your nails.

You could really feel his eyes on you now.

He looked you over for what felt like an eternity before he said something else, making your eyes flicker back up to him.

"There's no need to be shy, my dear," he said, sensing how nervous you were, "There's nothing to be concerned about. You know I would never harm you."

You wanted to snort out a laugh, but decided against it. Yes, he had never hurt you before, but you doubted it was out of his realm of capability.

Not knowing what to respond with, you simply just nodded, turning your attention back to your hands.

Shigaraki continued to stare at you for a good long while, his red eyes lingering on your cute face and nervous eyes.

Fucking hell you were just too adorable.

After a good second, All for One lifted up his hand, making you look up at him. He was holding his palm out to you, his usual smirk on his face.

"Come here." He said.

Shit, he was getting serious tonight.

Your cheeks tinting a faint pink, you forced your feet to raise up and make you walk across the room. Once you were close enough, you put your hand into his, watching it as it was nearly swallowed by the sheer size of his palm. Knowing exactly what he wanted, you slipped yourself in between his long, thick legs and sat back into his lap. Your side was nuzzled into the crook of his armpit, his strong arm wrapping itself around your waist to keep you in place. Just like he liked, you rested your head against All for One's shoulder, gently lying your hands across his broad chest. This seemed to please him greatly, since he put his other hand on your lower thigh, gently rubbing circles into the side of your knee with his thumb.

You must really be fucking insane.

Gently, Shigaraki pressed a gentle kiss into your hair, mumbling out a quiet good girl in the process.

You couldn't stop the pink dust from spreading across your cheeks.

"How was your day today, darling?" He asked you, the rumble of his voice in his chest loud in your ears.

You hummed before speaking.

"It was okay..." you said, feeling the hand on your side gently stroking up and down.

"You had a lot to do, didn't you?" He asked, making you glance up at him.

Of course he fucking knew about your goddamned errands and job.

"Yeah..." you said, "I was expecting to go back home and chill the rest of the night, but..."

Shigaraki let out a chuckle at this. You didn't have to finish your thought for him to know what you meant.

"Oh, I'm sorry, little one." He said, pressing another kiss to your temple, "I know you must be tired."

You nodded in response, maybe a bit too eagerly.

"I just couldn't bear another second without you, darling." He continued, tracing circles on your thigh this his pointer and middle finger, "I just had to have my special girl with me tonight."

You shifted your weight in his lap, looking up at him, "Did something happen?"

Shigaraki chuckled at this, reaching up and brushing the hair out of your face, "Let's just say I had some... family issues tonight, my dear."

Family?

Shigaraki had family?

This was definitely a first.

You couldn't help but to be nosy.

"Family?" you asked.

"Oh, nothing for you to be concerned about, my sweet girl." He said, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

"You never told me you had family." You pressed, not wanting to let the subject go.

"You never needed to know, small one. Besides, it would be too dangerous for you to meet them anyhow."

"Dangerous?"

"There's a possibly they would try to take you from me."

"I highly doubt you would let that happen."

He chuckled, "As clever as always, my darling."

"What are their names?"

"Let's move on from his, my love."

"But I-"

"Are you hungry, dear? I can have someone fetch you something."

"Shigaraki, I just-"

"I said no."

A shiver went down your spine and you were quick to shut your mouth. You knew what that tone meant. It meant shut up or you get a punishment.

You always just chose to shut up.

Seemingly pleased at your compliance, Shigaraki assumed his usual smirk again and planted a kiss on your cheek, rubbing more small circles into your side.

"Have I told you how radiant you look tonight, my dear?" He asked you.

Not feeling in the mood to talk anymore, you just shook your head no.

"You always look gorgeous to me, my dear. Every single piece of you."

Pulling you closer to his chest, he lifted up your chin and looked deep into your eyes.

"My special girl. My favorite."

Closing the distance between the two of you, All for One pressed his lips to yours, stealing your breath away. His kisses were always just like him: strong, confident, and dominating.

Kissing Shigaraki always filled you with a whirling of emotions. Perhaps it was because you were tired that night, or perhaps it was because of the air, but you allowed yourself to fully enjoy his kiss. The feeling of his hands on you, the feeling of how small he made you feel, the feeling of his power radiating off his skin...

He always had this affect on you. When you were apart from him, you found it hard to love him.

But, when you were together...

you found it hard to stop.