#he beat them before marco i mean

[enkas-illusion]

What’s a Jumpscare?

Fandom / Pairing: Jujutsu Kaisen / Geto Suguru x f!reader

Rating: NSFW/Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Genre/Theme: Roommates to lovers type beat; non-sorcery au

Content warning: fluff, pure smut, oral (f and m.receiving), explicit sexual content, squirting, overstimulation, language, angst, Suguru is crass with his words, kinda jealous and possessive Suguru.

Summary: What’s the rational thing to do in the middle of the night when you’re scared shitless after watching a horror movie? It’s to call your flatmate Suguru to your room to sleep next to you. Being the nice roommate that he is, he’s more than happy to provide you with a solid distraction.

Author's Note: Porn with a plot but you really have to squint your eyes to find the plot honestly. I have no justification for this hehe. Thank you for reading, hope you enjoy it! 

~ Eren’s Birdie

Song Dedication: Freak by Lana Del Rey

“What am I? A child? Fear doesn't exist in this household!”

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That’s the embarrassing thing about overestimating yourself. One moment you’re boasting about your ability to endure jumpscares without flinching and the next, you’re sealing the ends of your blanket with your feet, hoping it’d protect you from imaginary ghosts.

As you bite your nails, waiting for your flatmate to answer the call, you feel embarrassed at how much of a wuss you’re gonna seem in front of him after talking big about not being one of the scaredy cats.

“Hello?” you hear his confused voice on the other end, laced with a hint of concern at you calling him in the middle of the night.

“Hi, Sugu,” you speak timidly, knowing you’re going to have to butter him up to get him to comply with your request. But before you can continue, you hear a mocking chuckle on the other end.

“Awww… look who’s scared shitless after bragging about being a horror movie connoisseur,” he teases.

“Pleaseee, come to my room,” you plead and you’re surprised when he agrees quickly before hanging up. But the emotion is soon replaced with dread when you realise that this is one of his rare golden opportunities to tease the hell out of you and Geto Suguru isn’t one to let it slide.

When he arrives, he doesn’t knock but slides your room door slowly so that the hinges creak eerily as it opens. His form almost blending into the dark hallway behind him, highlighted by your room’s awfully bright light.

“Suguru please, this is exactly why I did not want to call you here,” you complain as he smiles slyly, walking in before closing the door behind him.

“Then what did you call me here for?”

“Sleep here tonight,” you request, patting the space next to you on your bed.

“At least have the decency to ask me out on a date first.”

“That’s not– you know that’s not how I mean it!” you sigh.

“Be for real, this is all just a ruse to get me in your bed,” he snorts, leaning against the door with his hands crossed at his chest.

You roll your eyes and want to talk back at him but you remember that your scared ass doesn’t really have the upper hand here. You sigh again, “I’ll hold your pinky finger max…  just so that I know I’m not alone in the room.” 

“Holding hands? That’s like third base for you, babe,” he walks closer till he’s standing at the edge of the bed.

You pout at him and he bends forward in front of you, resting his palms on the edge of the mattress. “Did your dear friend not reply?” he teases you about your fuck buddy Marco but you decide not to react.

“Tease me all you want but please just get in!” you groan.

“Just sleep with the lights on,” he says dryly. 

“I can’t fall asleep with the lights on but I’m too anxious to turn them off,” you reason, leaning forward to touch his bicep gently, hoping he’d be kind and understanding of your predicament.

“Just cover your head with the blanket?” He climbs into bed, sitting on the edge.

“Too suffocating. If you’ll be here, I’ll feel safe and sound,” you pout, trying hard not to smile at how he’s already complying to your request. 

“I sleep naked.”

You suck in a breath to weigh your options. You know he’s just teasing but oh well, a distraction wouldn’t hurt, “I’ll allow shirtless.”

He takes his t-shirt off in an instant, throwing it to the floor before settling in next to you.

“Never miss a chance to make me uncomfortable…” you mumble as you try your best not to ogle at his abs. 

“We both know you enjoy this, princess,” he smiles insincerely and you roll your eyes at him before turning to the side to reach the light switch near the bedside. Just as you turn the lights off, you feel a hand grab one of your ankles tightly and yank it roughly, causing you to let out a shriek as your body stumbles onto the mattress.

You hear Suguru laugh next to you as you turn to see his faint silhouette illuminated by the soft moonlight peeping through the window.

“Who does that!?” you scold him as you slap his chest repeatedly. 

“Me!” he grabs your wrists to stop your attacks and instead wraps his arms around you. He falls back onto the mattress, caging you snugly into his arms so that your torso is almost on top of his.

“Suguru, I doubt this is a comfortable position to sleep in,” you wriggle into his arms as you free yourself to fall to the side, creating distance between your bodies as promised, holding only his index finger to maintain contact. A few minutes pass by in silence before you hear a sudden draft escaping the gaps of the window, making an eerie sound, causing you to hiss out a quiet ‘fuck’ as your hand readjusts to intertwine your fingers with his.

“If all you wanted to do was make noises instead of sleep, I could’ve done a much better job than a horror film,” he speaks softly as he untangles his fingers from yours.

You turn your head to look at his face, eyes searching his in the darkness, “Suguru, please stop teas–”

“Shhh, I’m just trying to get comfortable,” he interrupts and you feel his body turn to the side and towards you. His hand snakes around your waist as he pulls you into his warmth till your back is against his chest. This makes you giggle as you place your hand over his on your waist, fingers interlacing once again.

“Is this safe enough, madam?” His voice is playful but the way his hot breath fans the crook of your neck is far from funny. It’s as if the fear that had preoccupied your mind had suddenly started to lift, leaving behind a sudden sense of awareness. You suddenly feel hyper aware of the position you’re currently in with your attractive, not to mention shirtless, roommate. 

You simply hum instead of speaking, not wanting your voice to betray you and expose the way you’re secretly enjoying the way his body feels against yours. For a second, you wonder how this type of stuff only happens in cheesy fictional movies or steamy romance novels. But on second thought, it might as well just be a well orchestrated happenstance – two adults willing to compromise on a rational way of solving things; and instead acting on their unbridled desire for each other, testing how far they can bend till one of them breaks.

That can never be you. You’ve taken an L as it is for one night, so if someone was going to break, it had to be him. You readjust your body to ‘get comfortable’, moving your hips slightly back till your ass is resting snugly against his crotch. However, when you don't get a reaction out of him, you abandon the idea just as quickly, creating some distance once again.

“Good night, Suguru,” you speak softly as you close your eyes, absentmindedly rubbing soft circles on the back of his hand while trying to understand how his brain works–you could’ve sworn the tension between you and him was real, so why was he acting so aloof?

You don't have to wonder much when you feel him move closer till you feel his bulge poke at your ass, causing you to halt your movement. Instead, Suguru's hand frees from under yours and dips under your t-shirt, fingers caressing dangerously close to your breasts. When you press your hips further back against him, he lets out a dry chuckle.

“Thought you were only going to hold a finger,” he mocks as his nose nudges behind your ear.

“This is a far better distraction,” you hum as you lift your hand up, moving it behind till your fingers are burrowed in his free raven locks. 

“Is that what I am to you? Just a distraction?” his hand cups your boobs, fondling with the soft flesh, earning a satisfactory hum from you.

“No, you’re my dear roomie too,” you tease as you twist your head to look back at him, but your effort is in vain due to the darkness.

“Ahh, right! Just a roomie… that you keep on trying to seduce?”

“Whatever do you mean?” you pout as your hand moves to caress his cheek. He pinches your hardened nipple and it causes you to let out a quiet gasp.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about… roaming around the house without a bra… your nipples poking through the awfully thin fabric of your t-shirts,” his words make the heat rush to your cheeks as you feel his lips graze your neck and you close your eyes at the feeling.

“You roam around shirtless too.”

“That’s different.”

“Sure… seems to me that you’re the pervert here. C-can’t I be comfortable at my own place?” you tease but your voice comes out breathless as your brain is stuck on the way Suguru is playing with your nipples.

“Hmm… I'm trying to do just that… get you more comfortable,” Suguru bites your shoulder lightly as his hand moves down to dip into your sweatpants.

“Such a considerate roomie–mmh,” you swallow your words when he rubs your mound from over your underwear, “... what would I do without you, Sugu.”

You grab his hair to pull his face away from your shoulder before twisting your body further to kiss him on the lips. Your lips miss the mark and land on the corner of his mouth. He lets out a snort at this and brings his hand up to squeeze your cheeks before kissing you right.

His tongue slides into your mouth, swirling against your own and alternating it with soft tugs at your bottom lip. Suguru’s such a good kisser that you feel lightheaded when he breaks the kiss to allow you both catch your breaths. You can make out his outline as he moves away from you, making his way to your corner of the bed to turn the light on.

“Too bright!” you cover an arm over your eyes, scrunching your face at the sudden change.

“I want to see you,” he states calmly as he straddles you, fingers sliding the fabric of your t-shirt up to expose your belly.

“The lamp has enough light,” you stop his movement and motion him to move towards the bedside table. 

He rolls his eyes but obeys as he makes his way to switch the bright tube light with the soft orange light of the lamp, “You could’ve easily fallen asleep in this dim light… you just wanted a reason to get me in your bed, huh?”

“Well, I really was scared,” you pout, making him laugh as he turns back to look at you.

“Yeah rig–” his words get caught in his throat when his eyes land on your bare chest.

“Would you rather go back to your room?” you tilt your head slightly as you toss your t-shirt to the ground before tracing your fingers gently over your rock-hard nipples. If Suguru had any other thoughts in his mind before that moment, the slate is wiped completely clean when he sees the way your dainty fingers dance over your skin, luring him in like a siren to a sailor. 

“That ship sailed the moment you asked me to get in your bed,” he leans over you till you’re lying flat on your back and wets his lips as his eyes shamelessly fixate on your exposed tits. Without wasting another second, he dips his head down to suck on one tit while his fingers play with the other.

Your hands find their way to his hair as you let out soft hums, closing your eyes to enjoy the way his tongue feels on your sensitive skin. 

He moves further down, leaving wet smooches over your belly but his movements come to a halt when his eyes land on your belly button.

“Is this new?” He asks, causing you to open your eyes and you find him eyeing the tiny ring piercing that's barely visible unless seen up close.

You shake your head, “You just never got to see it.”

“I knew you were a freak,” he leans down to kiss over it, “those innocent, doe eyes might trick others but they never fooled me.”

“But isn't that why you’re so hard, baby? Cause you like them freaky?” You shoot back as you hook one leg around his waist to tug the waistband of his sweats down with your toes. He grabs your ankle, peeling it away from him and pinning it down to the bed.

He simply gives you a devilish smile before leaning down to graze the silver metal piercing with his teeth, pulling at it playfully. In that moment, your body's reaction is beyond your control as you let out a whimper, goosebumps covering the entire expanse of your skin.

You bring your hands up to your chest to play with your nipples, back arching when his wet tongue licks a strip down your belly. He hooks his fingers into your waistband before pulling them down your legs along with your underwear.

“Fucking hell Suguru,” you moan when you feel two fingers opening your puffy folds, dragging over the surface to spread your wet juices around.

“Yes, princess?” He looks up to meet your eyes and he can feel the blood rushing to his dick, making it harder than ever. He thinks he might as well cum by just looking at your already fucked out expressions while your fingers greedily play with your tits.

“I want your tongue… please eat me out,” your request is almost a breathy whisper. 

“Hmm, what do I get in return?” He wonders, fingers rubbing soft circles over your clit.

“I'll suck you off–”

“No.”

“Please… fuck– what then?” Your voice grows impatient as rut your hips up to feel more of his fingers.

“I want you to stop calling that fucker over whenever you're horny,” his voice is so stern that it actually makes you focus on what he's saying. 

Your eyebrows furrow at this as you stop playing with yourself to sit up on your elbows to get a better look at his face, “Who? Marco? I don't underst–”

“What's so hard to understand, dummy? I'm fucking sick of hearing you scream someone else’s name at nights when I know I could fuck you much better than that guy,” Suguru's tone is calm, yet he has to grit his teeth to keep his cool.

He didn't have to ask – in your mind it was already a given – what could possibly be better than having your unbelievably attractive flatmate make you his. No other men could ever compare moving forward. 

Yet you want to push his buttons, like you always do, “hmm… I don’t know about that, Sugu. He’s really good with his tongue...”

“Is that the game you really wanna play?” He groans as he spreads your thighs open, nestling himself between your legs. He dips his head down till it is just inches away from your core, “Well, then… be my fucking guest.”

You bite your lip to keep yourself from grinning too hard – it was so fucking easy to rile him up. His tongue is quick to latch onto your pussy, causing you to let out a soft moan at the sudden contact.

Your body melts back down onto the mattress as you bring your hands down to play with his hair. He licks a strip up to your clit before moving back down to dip his tongue into your hole. As he begins to alter the pressure of his tongue, your thighs twitch involuntarily.

“Oh god– Suguru, right ther– nghh,” you push his head further down to bury his face against you completely. Suguru smiles at you as he lifts his head up slightly before letting the spit on his tongue trickle down to your hole and you can feel your insides clutching around nothing. 

You lean your head back and shut your eyes tight when you feel his fingers spread his spit around your entrance. He takes you by surprise when he suddenly shoves two of his thick fingers into your cunt. The moan that escapes your lips next is vile to say the least and you bring your hand up to muffle it.

“No… don’t act shy now, baby. Let me hear your pretty voice,” he growls and you feel his other hand come up to yank yours away from your mouth as he begins fucking you with his fingers.

You nod your head desperately with your eyes still closed and whimper at his words, but it doesn’t take long before you’re cussing out lewd profanities when his tongue plays with your clit at the same time he begins to pump his fingers inside you faster. 

“Suguru, y-you’re so good,” you stutter out praises as you feel your mind numbing at the sensation, getting closer to your orgasm. Your back arches off the bed when you feel him suck on your bud, adding a third finger into your hole.

“Oh my— yesyesyes,” you cry as your body twitches under him. You’re so close, you can almost feel yourself breaking. You bring your shaky hand to his hair again as you look down to find his eyes fixed on your face. Your eyebrows knit, the intensity of his gaze making you feel vulnerable and exposed.

“Sugu– I’m so clo–” you halt mid-sentence when he pulls away completely, causing your build-up to drop suddenly. You whine as you hook your legs around his torso, “Suguru! What the fuck?”

“Aww, sorry baby. Were you about to cum?” His tone is condescending. He holds up his hand to examine the wet coat of your juices glistening on his fingers, “Maybe you can call Marco over to finish the job?”

“Suguru, stop being so cruel,” you huff as you tug at his hand to pull him closer. 

“You’re the cruel one here… expecting me to share what’s mine,” he moves up to kiss you on the lips and your moans are muffled by his tongue when his fingers part your folds once again, making your hips twitch.

“Please, I was only teasing. You’re the only one I want,” you beg, out of breath when he releases your lips.

“Is that so?” his hot breath fans your face. You nod desperately, clawing at his forearm to get him to move his hand once again.

“So, no more Marco? You’ll break all contact with that fucker?” he asks but it’s a rhetorical question anyway. 

“Only you, Suguru,” you agree nonetheless as you lean your head up to kiss him once again.

“That’s a good girl. See how easy it was?” he smirks as his head moves down to your neck to suck on your skin roughly. Your brain goes dumb when he finds your sweet spot, you bring your hands to his shoulders all the while chanting his name when his fingers start fucking into you again.

You squirm under him as his bodyweight restricts your movement. When he feels your pussy flutter around his fingers, he’s quick to make his way back down to stimulate your clit with his tongue. You root your feet into the mattress, your hips thrusting up as your muscles twitch again.

“Keep going, fuck–Suguru” you cry as you grip his hair with one hand while your other hand pinches one of your nipples. The pressure in your core releases as soon as it builds when your orgasm breaks through you. Your legs fall limply to the sides but your abdomen still twitches as Suguru continues to lap at your juices.

You feel way too sensitive as his ruthless tongue and fingers begin to overstimulate you. You yank at his hair to warn him but he doesn’t budge.

“Suguru, too much–ahh!” your body twitches violently and he presses his other hand over your lower belly to keep you from moving too much. As you shiver under his touch, you can feel the coil building up in your stomach – it happens before you even realise it and you squirt all over his face.

You cry his name out loud, tears escaping your eyes as your body falls limp and you feel as if you’ve lost all strength. Suguru pulls his fingers out as he sits up between your legs, sucking his fingers clean before pushing the loose strands of his hair back.

Your chest heaves and you see the way his face shines due to the wetness. You bring a foot up to his chest, pushing him till he’s leaning back slightly, “You’re the freak here, Suguru.”

“Never said I wasn’t,” he smiles as he rests his palms onto the mattress, leaning back and spreading his legs open. You sit up and lean forward as you hook your hands into the waistband of his pants to pull them down along with his boxers. He lifts his hips up slightly and his dick springs free when you pull the garments down, discarding them to the side.

You lean down closer to his dick, your pussy fluttering when you see how perfect his size is – length as well as girth wise. Suguru has the prettiest dick you’ve ever seen and it looks even prettier with the precum leaking from the slit. You move your thumb over the angry tip, sliding the foreskin further down.

You smile at him innocently before focusing back down as your tongue licks over the head, wetting it further with your saliva. Suguru feels like he’s about to lose his shit at this, his dick throbbing painfully in your hands.

A guttural groan escapes his lips when he feels you take his length into your mouth till his tip is hitting the back of your throat. Your left hand moves under to fondle his balls while your right hand gently claws at his thigh. He runs a hand through your hair when you start bobbing your head over his cock.

“Shit– take it in, princess,” his voice strains as he grabs your hair to push your head further down. You let out a muffled groan when you gag slightly.

You pick up your pace and he doesn't know if it's because he's been hard for an awfully long time or if you’re clouding his senses, taking over every thought but he comes undone quickly.

When you rub the base tightly while letting his tip hit the back of your throat in a repeated motion, you feel his dick twitch.

“Fuc– baby, I'm cumming,” he moans as he tries to warn you, tugging at your hair gently but you maintain a steady rhythm, making him shoot his hot liquid in your mouth.

You slow down to pull away from his dick and look up to find Suguru leaning back, resting his weight on his elbows. His eyebrows furrow when he sees the way a string of saliva connects his dick to your glistening lips. He closes his eyes shut as his head falls back limply – he thinks it's impossible to get hard so quickly again after a good head but his body is hell-bent on proving him wrong.

You wipe your lips with the back of your hand as you sit up and giggle at his state. He opens one eye to look at you lazily, chest still heaving lightly.

“You're welcome, Suguru. That is what a real considerate roomie does,” you tease as you straddle his lap, leaning forward to leave soft kisses over his pecs. Your arms rest on his shoulders as you move up to his neck, biting and sucking on his skin.

“Mmh… you’re so fucking cute,” Suguru huffs as he brings his hand up to your face, guiding you to look up at him, “fuck...the things I want to do to you.”

“What do you want to do to me?” You question as you take his thumb in your mouth, sucking on it lightly before releasing it.

“This,” he says as he wraps his arm around your waist to scoot you up till your chest is flush against his, pulling you in for a kiss. The kiss is hungry, passionate and desperate and your arms wrap around his neck and you moan into his mouth when you feel two of Suguru's fingers glide over your folds to part them.

“... and this,” he mumbles between kisses and you feel him graze his tip near your entrance. He pauses briefly as he pulls back from the kiss, “Where do you keep the condoms?” 

You shake your head no, “birth control,” you mumble before pulling him back in to continue your kiss. You're pretty sure you feel his lips curve up in a smile briefly before he shoves his tongue into your mouth.

His hand is quick to reposition his dick, lining it up at your entrance as his other hand wraps around your waist to lift your hips up slightly. 

Your pussy flutters in excitement when his tip enters your hole. He breaks the kiss to look down where your bodies meet, placing both his hands firmly on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh as he guides your body down onto him slowly.

You whimper as you feel his fat cock impale your walls, resting your forehead against his shoulder while your hands caress his biceps. When he's filled you up to the hilt, he holds you steady, letting you adjust to his size.

“Sugu–”

“And this,” he whispers as he lifts your hips up with ease before slamming you down onto his cock in one swift motion. Your nails dig into his skin at this and you scream his name, your brain going numb when his pace fastens.

“Yes yes, right th– ahh,” your voice is slurry as you bite into the skin of his shoulder to keep yourself from losing your sanity completely– as if that were still an option. 

“S-stop squeezing me so tight,” he sighs when your walls twitch around him. You bury your face into his neck, whimpering at the sensation as his tip kisses the right spot each time he shoves deep into you.

Suguru loosens his grip around your waist as he slows down and it's only then that you realise just how tight his hold was. But the thought slips your mind just as quickly as it arrives when he lies you down till your back is on the mattress with him on top of you.

With his dick still buried deep inside you, he readjusts your legs to hook them over his shoulders and folding you in half as he towers over you.

His lips meet yours as he pins your arms down to your sides, intertwining his fingers with yours. It's a simple act but it has you feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“I want you…” he bites your lower lip lightly before releasing it, “...so bad...”

You hum into the kiss at his sweet nothings, not really being able to focus on the words he's spilling between kisses. You feel lightheaded – the way he kisses you softly is soon contrasted by the rough thrusts of his hips as he begins to pound into you mercilessly.

You cry against his lips as tears escape your eyes at how deliciously he's filling you up. Suguru kisses your cheek hastily before moving down to your neck to decorate your skin with his markings.

“Oh–mmph– god, Suguru,” you sob as he picks up his pace. You feel your mind going blank with each thrust – in that moment, you have nothing in your thoughts expect for Suguru and his cock.

Your moans get a pitch higher when he brings a hand down to play with your clit. It's the tipping point for you when his fingers and dick work in unison to bring you closer to your release.

You feel your pussy flutter around his length and he groans into your neck once again. He knows he won't last much long so he maintains a steady rhythm, rubbing your clit in a way that's eliciting a chain of lewd moans from you.

Your body convulses violently, his body weight on top of yours holds you in place as you reach your orgasm. Within seconds, you hear him hiss cusses into your ear as his dick twitches inside you and his cum paints your walls. Your vision gets blurry and you close your eyes, your breathing gets ragged as your body melts onto the bed and you’re pretty sure you would've passed out if not for Suguru’s sloppy thrusts coming to a gradual stop. He slides your legs down his shoulders gently and you let them slump to the sides.

“Baby, you good?” His breath fans your face and you look at him with half-lidded eyes. You let out a tired chuckle at the concerned look on his face. You simply nod at him as you slowly bring your hands up to hook them around his neck, playing with the hair on his nape.

“Let's get you cleaned up,” he kisses your nose, “then you can rest all you want.” 

You pull him in for a lazy kiss and he obliges, wanting to relish in this moment a little bit longer.

~

You don't remember how you fell asleep but when you wake up to the almost blaring sound of your doorbell ringing, you find your body impossibly closer to his. Your face is almost buried in his chest with your arms and legs tangled with his, caging you into his whole being.

You pull away softly, wondering how you even managed to fall asleep in such an awkward position. You lean forward to kiss his forehead but move back in a haste when you hear the bell ring again, quietly getting out of the bed.

Putting on your pants and t-shirt, you make your way out of your room and to the main door.

Your surprise is evident on your face when you spot Marco standing in front of you.

“Hey…” you greet him, already feeling a weird sense of embarrassment creeping over you.

“Did I wake you up? I thought you’d be awake by now,” he checks his phone for the time.

“No… I slept in a bit since I couldn’t fall asleep after watching that scary film,” you confess, your brain working in full force to come up with the right words to break the news to him. 

He's still standing in the doorway since you haven't really invited him in so he tries his best to do some damage control, “Are you upset about yesterday? I'm sorry for kinda bailing on you last night.”

Right, if Marco had been there for movie night, you wouldn't have called Suguru when you felt alone and scared. But it didn't matter much as what had happened since was way more intense than your fuck buddy missing yet another movie night.

Before you have a chance to speak, you hear a voice from behind, “Oh, no worries, you weren't missed.” 

You turn to see Suguru walking towards you shirtless, in only his sweats. It wasn't out of the ordinary for Suguru to be so unwelcoming towards Marco but what surprised the guy were the hickeys on your flatmate's chest on full display.

And if Marco wasn't smart enough to connect the pieces together already, Suguru snaking an arm over your waist from behind and leaving a quick peck on your cheek, all while wishing the guy a ‘good morning’ was enough to make everything crystal clear. 

You give Suguru a side eye as you chuckle nervously, “Suguru, please give us a minute.”

“Ok, don’t take too long, baby,” he slaps your ass playfully but his eyes stay on Marco, almost taunting him with a cocky smile.

When Suguru walls back inside, you scratch the back of your nape awkwardly, “Sooo…”

“It’s fine, whatever. I just wish you’d told me about it before I embarrassed myself like this,” Marco shoots back, trying not to sound bitter but failing miserably.

“I’m so sorry. You have nothing to be embarrassed about… I'm the one who should be embarrassed,” you ramble as you observe his face for a change of expressions, “Would you like to come in?”

“Doubt that's a good idea,” his tone is cold.

“Right… are we cool? No hard feelings?” you ask.

“Nah, we were just fucking, that’s all– just don’t expect me to keep on being your friend now.”

“Oh, okay, I wasn't going to… guess this is it then?” you speak just as formally, getting slightly annoyed at his entitled tone.

“Yeah,” he lets out a dry chuckle before curtly nodding and leaving.

You close the door and swiftly walk to where Suguru is sitting on the sofa. He's grinning at you, extending an arm out towards you.

“Don't even try! I'm so embarrassed…” you scold him, “I wanted to break it to him gently!”

He simply shrugs before motioning you to get closer to him. You roll your eyes but nonetheless obey as you move closer till you’re standing in front of him. 

You cover your face with your hands, your muffled voice speaking, “That almost felt like an awkward breakup that 12 year olds have after calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend for a week…”

“Good… you can't be having two boyfriends at once,” he snorts as he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you closer, resting his forehead against your belly.

You grab him by the hair to pull his face away gently to look him in the eyes, “Wait, you want us to date?”

He nods as he chuckles at your surprised reaction, “You really are a clueless one. Yes, I want us to date… besides, I don’t just let random hookups squirt on my face.”

You shove his face away as you groan in embarrassment, “Stopppp.”

“Never. That was the highlight of the night for me– second only to the way your pretty little cunt fluttered around my dick,” he pulls you closer to kiss your belly from over the fabric. 

“Suguru, you have such a dirty mouth,” you push him away but he doesn't bug, further tightening his grip on your waist.

“It’s cause you like it dirty,” he pulls you down till you’re straddling his lap. You giggle when his hands move under your t-shirt to flick your already hardened nipples.

You hold onto his shoulders as you move closer to close the gap between your bodies as you kiss him.

“So?” He moves away to kiss your cheek, “Go out…” another peck on your nose, “...on a date…” next on your jaw, “...with me?” before kissing your forehead lovingly, “Please?”

You pull back to ponder over the question for a moment and the familiar butterflies reappear.

“Okay,” you nod, blushing as he nuzzles his face into your neck, “I'd like that a lot.”

“Okay… celebratory sex.” he exclaims as he bites your skin, making it tingle.

“No! I’m really sore!” you complain.

“Just one round, I'll be gentle,” he presses.

“Have some mercy on your poor girlfriend!” you coo as you lean back.

“Not if you talk like that… you’re only gonna make me hard,” he chuckles as he rubs his thumb over your bottom lip.

“Suguru!” you pout. He laughs as he leans forward to give you a quick peck.

“Ok fine… then, breakfast?” he asks and you nod. You hook your legs around his waist as he gets up with ease, making his way to the kitchen. You giggle when he squeezes your ass as he walks.

“Don't think you’re getting off that easily. I'm only letting you relax now so that I can fuck you later after our date tonight,” he places you onto to kitchen counter.

“Ah, so considerate!” you roll your eyes before kissing his cheek, your fingers tracing the outline of his chest gently. Your eyes meet and you stare at each other in silence. You crinkle your face at how cheesy the moment seems, splaying your palm over his face to break his intense gaze.

“Fuck– are you sure… at least just let me eat you out… nothing else,” he groans and you feel his dick poke against your inner thigh.

“Suguru!” You complain but you break into a fit of laughter at how adorable he seems like this, a side you hadn’t seen before today.

“Okay, okay, fine!” He rolls his eyes before cupping your face, “one kiss and then I'm gonna make you something delicious.” 

“Sure,” you laugh before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for another heart-fluttering kiss.

~fin~

[onepiece-fics]

Ace x simp reader headcanons (+ short scenario)

Summary: Ace x simpy reader. Warnings: Fluff. Mentions of NSFW themes and slightly suggestive at the end (but barely). Reader is gender-neutral. Word count: 525

I feel like Ace is someone who struggles a lot with self-worth (obviously) so he’s not super used to receiving affection… Until he meets you. 

When you two started dating you’d constantly make him SO flustered from the smallest things without even meaning to.

You hold his hand? He’s blushing. Kiss his cheek? He’s blushing. You tell him he looks sooo handsome in his new shirt? He’s losing his mind. 

He tries his best to show you his feelings back at you because he loves you SO much but he gets so shy when you compliment him.

At first he genuinely struggles to understand how you could feel that way about him, but the more you show him the more confident he gets about it. 

After you two have dated for a few months he gets so used to it, he might actually start jokingly bragging about it.

Someone on the ship starts talking about how they had a threesome on the last island y’all visited and Ace is all like “Oh yeah? Well get fucked because I have my very own simp, betcha can’t beat that.” with a stupid smirk on his face. 

Eventually starts “simping back at you” and pinches your cheeks telling you how cute/handsome you are, or picking you up in a hug while spinning around telling you how much he loves you.

Honestly, I feel like this is the type of love that Ace needs. Unconditional, sappy love. 

“Oh! Y/N! I’ve been looking for you!” Ace smiles at you as you board the ship. You’d been doing some essential shopping with Marco on the island you were docked at while Ace stayed behind to guard the ship (not that anyone dared to mess with the Whitebeard pirates…).

“Ace!!!” you drop your things carefully as you run up to him and give him a big hug, putting your face in his neck and squeezing his body to yours. As you pull away you give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I got you some yummy-looking fruits while I was out! I think you’ll like them!” you smile at him and give him another kiss on the nose. You see his blush spread on his face despite the smirk he's holding with his lips. 

“Oh yeah? Well how could I ever say no to something my dear Y/n bought me?” he says as he starts leaning in for a proper kiss. Right before he can reach you though, he gets hit in the face with a paper towel. You look behind you and see Marco with a deadpan face, another paper towel ready in his hand to throw.

“Oi, can you two stop simping for each other and start helping loading in the groceries instead?” 

Ace rolls his eyes and playfully chucks the paper towels back at Marco who catches it with ease.

“Whatever man, sorry I have a beautiful partner and you don’t” he says as he picks up one of the bags you left on the ship’s floor. “Come on, Y/n, let’s get this done and over with so we can go somewhere private, yeah?”.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hiii! It's me :D

Anyways can I request a whitebeard pirates x fem child reader?

Reader is a clone of whitebeard having his haki and devil fruit ability (like the seraphims) basically reader is a little insane from being stuck in a lab

The reason why whitebeard has a clone because reader is a weapon for the Marines

Reader is a bit rude and a brat because she's scared of adults

Let's say back in marineford they tried forcing reader to fight back at whitebeard but whitebeard just scoop her up and took her back to the Moby dick (thatch, ace and whitebeard lives)

Reader has a brand on the back of her neck 'W. B CLONE' (whitebeard clone)

Reader also wear a pair of season earrings because she hated using her devil fruit abilities

So basically the whitebeard pirates are doing everything to get reader better because she suffered mental, emotional, and physical pain

(Can you also base reader of this? Reader is kinda base of my oc hehe)

Oh and reader has a sentient plush that listen to her commands and is mute

Don't forget to eat sleep and drink! Have a good day!

-Nobody knew why a child was on the battlefield at Marineford, one that looked like a little doll, holding a stuffed rabbit toy, dressed in a delicate looking dress with bows and lace.

-You were on the side of the marines, but you looked almost angry, like you were upset as the scientist beside you, your handler, shouted at you, “Attack them!!”

-The pirates were appalled, seeing a child soldier, one so young looking, being commanded.

-The scientist lifted his hand to strike you, to get you moving and the moment you flinched, Whitebeard’s giant fist slammed into his face, sending him flying.

-You could feel the pressure he was exerting, Haki from what you remembered as you were facing away from Whitebeard, seeing where the scientist landed, and Whitebeard saw the brand on the back of your neck.

-He had been hearing rumors that the government had been cloning strong pirates and marines, to create an unstoppable army. And this brand was something he had seen in the reports he had been receiving, realizing that you were a clone.

-You turned back, and you squeaked as he instantly scooped you up before leaping back to his ship, putting you safely on the figurehead, “Stay here. You’ll be safe.”

-You didn’t believe him, all your life, despite being so short, you had grown not to trust adults, they were the ones who beat you, who locked you up, starving you, forcing you to hurt others, and with it, your mind broke, becoming a bit unhinged.

-You did stay however, as you saw the scientists and marines who had been so mean to you, trying to get to the ship, telling you to come back to them.

-This was your chance to escape and finally be free!

-When Ace was freed and all pirates were retreating, you grabbed your rabbit, feeling a little scared as all the pirates made it back, including the giant man who grabbed you earlier.

-As you started to sail away, many were looking over at you, before you heard a sound, “Let’s go back Y/N~”

-You turned, seeing Kizaru there and your eyes went wide as you took a step back in slight fear, not wanting to go back to the lab, while the men behind you were ready to charge in.

-Kizaru ran for you, and you clenched your eyes shut, throwing a hand towards him in a slapping motion and instantly he hit a wall, being blown back, just like Whitebeard’s ability, making jaws drop as you sent Kizaru flying.

-Everyone turned to you, eyes wide in shock as you sniffled softly, tears trying to well in your eyes. You hated using your ability, if felt weird and it made you tired.

-Marco came over and you instantly bristled, “Stay back pineapple head!”

-Your sassy words stunned everyone as quickly everyone was roaring with laughter while Marco was trying not to be mad at you as he kneeled, “What is your name?”

-You immediately bit back, “What’s it to you?” okay… you were kind of a brat, but Whitebeard spoke next, “You don’t need to act like this any longer, you’re safe here.”

-You didn’t bite back to Whitebeard, who was looking down at you like you were a shy little rabbit, now knowing that you were his clone, as you had his abilities, and his white hair. You knew this as well, as you had seen him fighting, using the same ability you had.

-Whitebeard turned to all the others on the ship, “Everyone- this is my daughter and your new sister, Y/N!” the ship was quickly filled with cheers, and you felt weird, why were they so happy you were with them as you glared, “Who says I’m your daughter?”

-He ruffled your hair gently, surprising you as you were expecting to be hit, your eyes going wide, which some of them saw, making them curious, and angry, about what you had dealt with.

-Whitebeard just chuckled softly, seeing the front you were putting up, “I do- so let’s go on an adventure together!” You knew about adventures, reading about them in your picture books as tears quickly welled in your eyes.

-Ace came over with a teasing grin, “Aww is our little sister crying?” you instantly glared, holding your bunny up like you were going to beat him with it, “I’m not crying!” They just laughed, thinking you were cute.

-You still didn’t trust them yet, but so far, they were being nice to you and not hurting you. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay with them for a while.

[cherry-romper]

How you met them

+ Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Marco, Jean, Connie, Sasha, Levi, Erwin, Hange, Reiner, Bertholdt, Annie, Porco, Pieck, Zeke

Eren; Practicing ODM gear

You were in the crowd when he lost his balance and fell over. You couldn't help but stifle a laugh, the scene was quite funny. Some people seemed to take notice over you lost composure, Mikasa in particular. She stared daggers into you while Keith asked Thomas to swap belts with Eren. You watched on, an amused smile still on your face, as Eren now balanced perfectly with the gear. Keith explained that Eren's gear was rusty and broken. You had to admit, you were impressed. He'd been using broken gear all day and was still able to keep up with people. He looked at Mikasa with eyes of determination. "Take that!" His focus now on you. Confused, you cocked your head a little. "Yeah, I saw you laughing at me! Now look at me! Im gonna beat you and the titans!" He bellowed. His words lit a fire in you. A fire only he could extinguish.

Mikasa; Mess Hall

You had just finished the first day of training and were now sat alone in the mess hall eating your meal. Soon though, more and more recruits filtered in to get their food. A couple of people approached your table and asked to join you. You learned their names to be Eren, Armin and Mikasa. You all got to talking and bonded over small things like how Keith was overly mean and how you all came from Shiganshina. Mikasa didn't talk much, she just sat and observed while eating her food. Even so, she caught your eye the most, and you were curious about her scarf. It was boiling out, so you questioned why she wore it her. You could tell it meant a lot to her by the way she clutched it. "It looks good on you" you stated, "it compliments your eyes," you finished before getting up and leaving a blushing Mikasa at the table.

Armin; Met as kids

You tried to save him from the bullies, to no avail, and ended up getting your asses kicked together. Ever since then you didn't leave each others side. Neither of you had any luck with life and had always seemed to be handed the short straw. You saw yourselves in each other and bonded. He'd talk to you for hours about the ocean. You didn't care much about what was beyond the walls just that armin finally had something he was passionate about, and that made you happy. You'd protected one another, as best you could, mostly having your backs saved by Eren and Mikasa. You were both one half of a whole.

Marco; Mess Hall

Jean was picking a fight with Eren, or vice versa, at this point you couldn't tell, with Marco and Armin once again trying to stop them. You were uninterested and quite frankly annoyed at the two's antics. With a sigh, you got up to clean your dishes; the sooner you were out of the hall the better. Just as you were walking past, Eren shoved Jean a little too hard causing him to collide into you, the two of you tumbled to the ground. You stared up at the audience of slack-jawed soldiers. Only Marco rushed over to help you. The remainder of your stew now soaked into your hair and clothes. You gave Jean and Eren a stern look and they both apologised profusely. Jean made his way over to you to help, but you shoved him away, only letting Marco help you up. You whispered a thank you to the freckled boy as he picked your pots up and escorted you out the mess hall, his arm tight around you waist.

Jean; Line-up Introduction

You technically didn't officially introduce yourselves to one another, you just sort of stole glances at each other while waiting for Keith to come and humiliate you. You both were blushing and smiling at each other from across the way, giggling a little as Keith made his way down the new recruits. You watched on as Jean introduced himself and his wishes to join the military police. You couldn't blame him for wanting an easy life, hell you'd even considered joining the MP's yourself, but you didn't expect Keith to headbutt him. You gasped a little as Jean fell to the floor, holding his head in pain. Without thinking you moved to help him slightly before realising what you were doing. You rushed back into place, not before Keith took notice of you action. "Who told you to move, maggot!" He approached you fast.

"Sir, sorry sir!"

"State your name!" He demanded.

"Y/N L/N from the Trost district, sir!" 

"I see," a mischievous glint appeared in Keith's eye. "This your boyfriend is it?" He asked pointing to Jean. 

"No, sir!" 

"Don't you lie to me recruit! I can see right through you!" 

Without warning he grabbed hold of your arm and pushed you into Jean. "Help your pathetic little boyfriend, then do laps until the sun sets, you piece of filth!" 

"Sir, yes sir!" 

"You too, kirstein!" 

Connie; First Day

You were watching Sasha run her laps around the base as the sun slowly set. Connie and a few others joined you. He expressed his sympathy for the girl, you agreed with him but decided to make a joke about how it wasn't even half the potato that she'd offered him. Connie laughed "Yeh, I saw that too," he looked back at you with a smile, the sun's last light framing his face. The two of you then retired to the mess hall where you spent the remainder of the night cracking jokes with each other.

Sasha; After she'd finished laps

She'd just finished her laps around the base and fell into a heap on the ground. You'd stashed away some bread in your pockets for later but before you could get to back to the barracks a figure came lunging out of the darkness and stole to food right out of your pocket. "Hey! That's mine!" You protested, the person now on all fours in the corner. "Give it back!" You demanded but you were just met with growling as you watched in horror as they devoured your snack infront of your eyes. Without thought, you launched onto her in a fit of anger. The two of you became a tangled mess of limbs . You sighed in defeat and fell back onto the ground, watching the person, who you now know to be Sasha, finish the reminder of your bread. Once she'd cleaned the crumbs from her mouth she slumped down next to you. You both looked at each other for a moment before the two of you burst out laughing.

Levi; On the Battle Field

You miss-judged how far away the titan was from you and failed to slice its nape. You landed on the roof next to it and readied yourself to attack it from a different angle, but another titan caught you before you could take off. You tried desperately to cut yourself out of its hands but to no avail. Time seemed to move slower as you were lowered into its jaws. 'So this is how I go out,' you thought, 'not how I imagined it.'  You were about to succumb to your fate when a flash of green sliced the nape of its neck and you were thrown back onto the roof. Your saviour landed next you you. "Are you okay?" 

Still shell shocked from staring death in the face you just nodded. "Get up, the fights not over," he held out his hand and pulled you to your feet. "What squad are you with?" He asked. 

"Fourth," you mumbled.

"Fourth, sir," he reminded. In the chaos you hadn't realised who had saved you. You gasped, "Captain Levi, sir! I'm so sorry, I didn't realise-" 

"There's no time for apologies, find me after the fight. For now, regroup with your squad. And do me a favour, don't get caught this time." With that he was off, you watched on in awe as he cut down titan after titan as he went.

Erwin; Caught arguing with another soldier

You were given a task to deliver an important message to Commander Erwin Smith, who was currently in Mitras after a summoning. Being in the capital wasn't your normal scene. For one, the sheer amount of people was new, but even worse was the MP's. You were weaving your way around the soldiers in the courtyard, trying desperately not to be noticed so you could get back to the scouts asap, but an MP saw you and jumped at the opportunity for some fun. He was clearly drunk and started yelling insults at you, mostly to do with you being a scout. He was mumbling something along the lines of "wings of freedom more like wings of freeloaders," as his colleagues howled with laughter. 'Oh, the irony,' you thought as you tried your best to ignore it.  When he realised his words weren't working, he started getting handsy. Not in a sexual way, instead he put an arm around you and kept poking your side as you walked. You pushed him off and kept your head straight, but he was persistent. It was when he tugged at your hair and started sniffing it that you snapped and told him to take his "bug-eyed, no-brain, small-dicked self back to whatever pigsty he came from." You were just met with more anger as the two of you got louder and louder, screaming insult after insult at each other. You'd had enough of him and muttered a final "whoreson" under you breath, which took him over the edge and he raised his fist to you, but it was caught quickly by none other than Erwin Smith himself, "That's enough, both of you."

Hange; Meeting about the Titans

A few days after the fall of Wall Maria, a meeting was called to assess damage and to plan the next steps in action against the titans. You were a newly appointed section commander and, due to the recent attacks, hadn't been able to fully introduce yourself to everyone yet. Hange had been around and your squads had worked together before but the two of you had never actually spoken. During the meeting Hange proposed that they capture a titan or two for research. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. "Are you mad?" you asked, impulsively.

"Quite," Hange smirked. You let out a string of outraged sounds in protest.

"You can't do that!" You announced, many of your colleagues agreed, stating it was far too dangerous and could risk too many lives. Hange continued to argue their case, declaring that the information gained from taking such risks would be invaluable to the salvation of humanity. As Hange spoke, you couldn't help but be entranced by their voice. They spoke with passion and authority. Safe to say, they won you over pretty quick. Commander Erwin Smith thought for a moment before giving the go ahead for Hange's plan. "Alright, fine," you started, throwing you hands up in defeat, "you make a good point. I'll even give you help if you need." 

"Well, isn't that kind of you," Hange smiled, walking over to you. They stood in front of you, not too close but not far away either, they were only a couple inches taller but still seemed too loom over you. "Thank you, in advance. And, if you're lucky, I might even name one after you, section commander Y/N." There was a hint of mischief in their voice as they looked down on you, a small smirk played at Hange's lips. This was the start of a very strong partnership. 

Reiner; Sneaking Out

You couldn't sleep, the ghosts of your past lingered like fog on the moors. Your camp was next to a mountain side, so naturally, you thought some time spend looking at the stars would help rid you of your woes. You hadn't been walking for long when you came across a cliff with a view of a river. Moonlight danced over its surface, and you knew this is right where you wanted to be. Sitting close to the cliff's edge, you dangled your legs over it and laid back to star gaze for a while. You must have fallen asleep because when you opened your eyes, you were staring at a blonde haired man. You jumped slightly at the sight, "Hey hey hey, its okay. I was just checking you were still alive, that all," he explained, putting his hands up defensively. You sat up right, moving your legs back onto the cliff and gazed around at the other men that were staring back at you. You recognised them to be your fellow cadets, Armin, Bertholdt, Eren and Reiner; the latter being by your side. You laughed slightly, looking apologetically at Reiner. "Sorry if I worried you."  

"Its fine, don't sweat it," he smiled. "Besides, I wouldn't mind worrying about a pretty thing like you."

Bertholdt; Cleaning Duty

You'd seen Bertholdt around camp, it was hard not to since he was so tall, but he'd never really stuck out to you. Until, Captain Levi had tasked you with cleaning out one of the storage rooms and had paired you with Bertholdt. "I can't believe that little man is forcing the two of us to clean all this in just an hour," you stated, looking around hopelessly at all the broken equipment.

"Yeah, it's a pain." He replied simply. The two of you didn't really talk much after that. He took it upon himself to clean the top shelves and you the bottoms. That was until you saw something shiny on one of the top shelves. Using the other shelves as a makeshift ladder, you climbed your way up to the object. "Hey, Bert, come look at this!" It was a knife, with some kind of engraving on it. Bertholdt faltered for a moment at the nickname, but soon came around to look at what you'd found. You both stared at the craftsmanship in awe. You were still on the shelves, so you were eye level with him. It was the first time the two of you had made eye contact. Was he always this handsome? you thought to yourself. Breaking the gaze, you pocketed the knife and attempted to climb down; it didn't go well. The shelves shifted under your weight and started to fall but a hand on the small of your back caught you and the shelves. You took a moment to process what happened and thanked bertholdt awkwardly, his hand still on your back. He helped you push the shelf back up and then just looked at each other, the two of you blushing messes.

Annie; Training

It was safe to say it wasn't your first time being knocked to the ground, still the pain doesn't get any better. "Hey, Annie," you started, still winded from the blow, "do you think you could go easy on me for a bit? At least till I learn to defend myself." She looked down on you from where she stood, scowling a little at the request.

"Do you think your enemies will go easy on you?" she asked, deadpanned. 

You sighed, helping yourself up from the floor, "that's not what I'm saying-"

She cut you off, "don't make me laugh." She was deadly serious. Her eyes said it all, like she were scouting out her prey. 

"What I'm trying to say is I want you to teach me self-defence first," you straightened out your jacket a little. Annie watched you cautiously as you approached her. "Listen, I'm not the best at the whole offensive thing, and being bashed up none stop is starting to take its toll." You gestured to your black eye. You'd been doing one-on-one training non-stop for a few days now and still had learnt nothing on how to defend yourself. "That's why I asked to be your partner, coz you're good at combining both defence and offence!" She stood silently for a moment, glancing you up and down. 

"Alright, fine, I'll teach you," she agreed. You jumped for joy at her words, planting  your hands on her shoulders. "Thank you so much, Annie! You're the best!" As you pulled your arms away, you could have sworn you saw a slight blush on her face.

Porco; Invading Liberio

You were with the scouts when Eren launched an attack on Liberio. Porco had severely underestimated the abilities of the Survey Corps, you included. During the fight, he rushed into battle without thinking, leaving himself and his comrades susceptible to attacks - he reminded you of someone. You took the first chance you had to take him down, but his titans small stature and erratic movements were hard to follow. You'd managed to cut his arms a little making it hard for him to climb. After that, he cornered himself and you seized the opportunity to take him out, but he twisted and contorted before you got the chance to slice his nape, you flew right into his jaws. Now, struggling around in the titan's mouth, you desperately tried to stop it from swallowing you whole. 

"Trust me, you don't wanna eat me," you joked, "I'll probably give you worms or something ." You stabbed your sword into the back of its throat and used it as an anchor so you wouldn't slide down its gullet. You must have stabbed Porco's body at the same time because you heard him yelp in pain. His throat crushed you and pushed you around, desperately trying you get you to go down it or out of it. You cursed him out as his saliva began to coat around you making it harder for you to hold on, but instead of forcing you down his throat, he pushed you back up and into his mouth. The lack of oxygen was getting to you and you slowly began to pass out, but you could feel his titan running around, as though he was taking you somewhere. 

Pieck; Warrior Candidate

You were both lined up to inherit a titan. You weren't sure what titan you were hoping for, but you knew you wanted to prove yourself to you mother. She'd always wanted you to become a strong, independent person, who fought for what they believed was right, and that's exactly what you intended on doing. You weren't anything special, but you didn't fall behind either, you were right in the middle. Where you lacked physical ability, you possessed brains. Porco didn't see it as much use and mocked you for always being useless, but Pieck couldn't get enough of you. You always hung out, making sure neither of you would fall behind and always picking each other up. Both of you seemed to have a mutual understanding of how short your lives would be and that the two of you would never leave without the other. 

Zeke; Met as Kids.

As a child, you couldn't say you had many friends, but you also couldn't say you were lonely. You played with some kids who lived in your area but never really had anyone to talk to. You'd never had a true friend. Most days, you'd end up taking strolls by yourself, wondering around, until someone would come out and play. You were taking one of your usual walks when a small ball rolled into your foot. You bent over and picked it up, examining it a bit. Soon, a young, blonde boy around the same age jogged over to you.

"Hey, can I have that back please?" he gestured to the ball in your hand. Looking behind him, you saw an older man waiting patiently in a courtyard. You nodded shyly and handed him the ball, your hands brushing slightly. "Thank you!" he bowed and joined back up with the other man. You watched from afar curiously, they were talking but you couldn't hear much.

They continued to throw the ball to one another, smiling and laughing when they dropped it. It seemed so nice. Bravely, you made your way towards them. You stood just outside the courtyard, watching on longingly. Until, once again, the ball was dropped and it rolled to you feet. Picking it up, you looked back at the boy. "Oh, you're still here?" he stopped in front of you.

 You nodded, "you look like you're having fun," you stated. The boy looked back at the man, they seemed to communicate wordlessly. "Do you wanna join in?" You perked up at his words, now full of excitement. You never played this game before and couldn't wait to see how it worked. "I'm Zeke, by the way," the boy added, as he walked you over to the man. 

"Y/N. My name's Y/N," you informed, looking happily at your new friend.

[portgasdwrld]

📂Invitation

Featuring: Ace x fem!reader

Warning: Suggestive, established relationships

Note: I love writing about Ace, what can I say..

You were sitting at a table in this mildly crowded bar with some member of the crew. You played with your ustensiles as you felt jealousy building up. Your eyes throwing daggers at Ace’a tattooed back. Your boyfriend was caught up in a conversation with two, not one, but two women at the bar.

He was always painted as an extrovert as he enjoyed meeting new people and getting to know them. It goes without to say that he also had a lot of friends and your relationship itself started on a friendship.

There was nonetheless an issue that you couldn’t quite fix with him, he was too fkg flirty with strangers. He could be social or whatever he said, but you knew he just likes to get a reaction out of you by throwing a nice smile at some random girl.

-Are you planning a murder? Marco teased as he watched you glare at the fire user.

Your gaze shifted to your friend and you let a deep sigh with a defeated expression.

-Ugh, he’s so annoying.

You whined while ruthlessly dropping the spoon on the table with a slight pout. He chuckled while throwing a good luck, knowing it won’t be simple to tame down his younger brother bad habits. Ace loved you more than anything else in this world and he always made it really clear, but he was also playing on your nerves sometimes.

You sipped on your drink, trying to forget about this and enjoy your time here, before going back to the boat and sail for days or maybe weeks.

-Y/n, let me fix your lipstick. A gloss would make them pop too.

Izou commented noticing the change in your behaviour ever since y’all got there. He tried to distract your thoughts and it kind of worked as you agreed and searched through your purse.

He handed you a shade he thought you would like and you grabbed it before applying your gloss on top.

-Oh! I really like it! Thanks!

You exclaimed happy as you checked yourself out in your small mirror pocket. Then, Izou and you engaged in a fun conversation talking about your similar interest and your impressions of the island. By that time, you forgot about Ace, not even noticing a man stopping behind you and tapping your shoulder. Izou frowned and you looked over them to see a handsome tan man smiling at you.

-Hey, I couldn’t miss how pretty you are and I was wondering if I could maybe invite you for a drink? I hope I’m not interrupting!

He explained and finished by pointing at you and your friend. You shook your head with a giggle. You smiled back flattered by the compliment and his politeness, but you had a boyfriend (even tho he wasn’t really boyfriending rn💀).

-I’m sorry, I already have a boyfriend.

You replied with an apologetical smile. He seemed disappointed, but flashed his light teeth again and you noticed a dimple on each of his cheeks.

-Alright, then! That sucks, but do you mind if I still get you something? Anything that you want, it’s on me tonight.

-Uh..I mean, I’m not really sure. You can go ask my boyfriend. If he’s fine with it, then I will be more than happy to have free food~

You retorted unsure as you quickly glanced at Marco next to you. Marco smirked to himself as he sipped on his beer. You pointed at your man so the stranger could see who was the “boyfriend” in question.

-Damn, he seems to have quite the company..

He commented under his breath, giving you flashbacks of your early night. You frowned annoyed and rolled your eyes.

-Yeah, tell me about it.

You spat with bored eyes, clearly over the situation. You didn’t wanna give it to Ace, that you were jealous and to go up to him and be like “ hey girlies, that’s my man y’all flirting with, by the way~ I’m sorry to break the possible threesome ideas, but here’s the truth.” To then beat him up for being such a manwhore.

Anyway…

The guy nodded as he chuckled. He walked away towards the pirate with confidence and just stole one of Aces fries. It earned him a dark glare from him that you and to stop breathing for a sec. You didn’t want a fight to break out here in the middle of the night.

-Are we getting some actions tonight ?

Marco commented with a teasing tone. The other guys laughed as you just gave a confused look to Izou.

-Soo, I heard the pretty girl there say you’re her boyfriend. Is that true ?

Ace’s eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at you and noticed your table and few others were looking at the scene. You rubbed your face with your hands expecting the worse. He turned his body sideways so he was kinda facing the man.

-Yeah it’s true. Why do you wanna know?

-Because I wanna invite her for a drink and some food.

-Go ask someone else, she’s taking.

Ace spat back annoyed, you could see his already thin patience running out. He grabbed his hat on the counter and put it over his dark hair. He stood up, standing face to face with the stranger. You noticed the two girls exchange a look, before they stared at you and gave you a sorry smile, that you awkwardly received.

-Well, she refused anyway, but I still wanna invite her table.

The man continued plainly as he was lighting up a cigarette. Ace cocked one of his eyebrow as he was thinking about it, he looked at you for a plit second. Your boyfriend rolled his eyes and smirked, his signature cocky grin.

-Nah, if she needs anything, she has me. So we will be good thanks. Go find another girl, there is plenty of them here.

He concluded, but the man in front of him didn’t seem satisfied. He exhaled a cloud of smoke in your boyfriend’s face, before he slightly leant in front of Ace.

-Then be by her side, cowboy.

It was the last straw for your boyfriend that grabbed the stranger collar and punched him in the stomach. The stranger fell on the floor dragging a table in his fall. An uproar surged in the bar, people yelling excited from the unfolding fight.

-I don’t need to hear it from you.

Ace growled back as he walked away from him. You shook your head not quite believing this encounter turned into a fight. He walked over to the table you were sitting with an apologetic smile. You glared at him with a disapproving expression.

-Hey, sorry for creating a scene. I should’ve stayed with you more tonight.

He apologized with a peck on your forehead. The commander put his hat on your head. You sighed but a small smirk creeped up your lips. You pushed his hat slightly backward so you can stare at him.

-Then make up for it, Fire Fist~

[inheritedbelly]

Cursed Halloween Costume

My gaze traveled up and down Marco's completely transformed body as I tried to absorb what I had become myself. He was… colossal. Every muscle looked like a block of stone, his arms thick and strong, his chest defined, and even his face was more square and charming. Of course, the Hercules of the party. And me? When I looked down at myself, all I saw was a round belly, a tight white shirt, and a cigar that seemed glued to my mouth, already half-burned and letting out smoke. My calloused hand couldn’t stop touching my giant belly; it was a funny sensation.

— Stop flaunting those arms near me! They’re not even yours! — I said bitterly, my voice slipping out deeper and hoarser than usual. I almost jumped back, startled by the sound. Is this my voice now? With the jump, I felt my belly sway from side to side; that was strange.

Marco looked at me, more confused than before, but with a glint of amusement that made me even angrier. He was looking at me, holding back laughter. He looked stunning, as if he had stepped out of a Greek sculpture. And me? A fat, old, hairy cowboy with a belly and man-boobs resting on my stomach. Just breathing made my shirt tighten, the fabric practically begging to burst open. — Dude, what just happened? — Marco asked, flexing his massive arms, not hiding his fascination with being a “living legend.” — We should take these things off, — I retorted, trying to suck my belly in unsuccessfully. I’m not going out like this; there’s no way I can explain this to my parents!

That was the worst attempt ever. The shirt seemed to cling to me with hatred. As I pulled it off, my belly jiggled like jelly, and when I looked in the mirror, damn! I never thought I’d be this fat one day. I felt the wind on my hairy arm and got chills. Marco, more relaxed, started taking off his costume too. I tried not to stare too much at his massive body, but God, what jealousy! I should have picked the Hercules costume. There I was, waiting for something to happen while trying not to topple forward with my weight. As we removed the last pieces… nothing happened!

I looked at myself, growing more anxious by the second. My sweaty hands — large and rough — told me something was wrong. It was as if my own body had betrayed me. My heart started racing, my belly gently swaying with each beat. — Marco, what’s happening? Why haven’t we gone back to normal?

Marco blinked a few times, unsure of what to say, before grabbing his phone and showing me the contact for the store where we bought the costumes. It was a simple number from some random Halloween shop. I dialed, trying to control my breathing, which was now heavy, every moment reminding me of how tight the shirt was against my body. The attendant answered with a calmness that only worsened my mood.

— Look, — I said, my voice coming out even deeper and more authoritative. — We bought some costumes from you and… I don’t know, I think there’s something wrong with them. I need you to reverse this immediately.

— Sir, the costumes have an additional cost to be undone, — the attendant replied, her tone suggesting she had been expecting a call like this. — Just a reminder that all items were purchased with an understanding of the risks involved.

— Risks? Are you kidding me? — My voice turned even harsher. I felt sweat trickle down my forehead as my belly protested, demanding more space. — We paid good money for this to be turned into freaks!

After hearing my complaints, the attendant let out a dry laugh.

— I see that you gentlemen aren’t fond of your new bodies. — There was a hint of disdain in her voice, as if she was enjoying my frustration. — Well, that’s unfortunate. You know, we like to keep rude customers trapped in the form they despise the most.

And then the line went dead.

I stared at the phone for a few seconds, unsure whether to laugh or smash the device against the wall. But the only thing I could manage was to look at Marco and say:

— What did she mean by “keeping us like this forever?”

I felt my face heat up, my chest rising and falling with a heavy, uncomfortable breath. I glanced down again, and that volume of my belly stared back at me, almost like a cruel irony of a malicious fate. I had never felt such an uncomfortable weight, nor a fatigue that came simply from existing.

Marco, still unsure of what to do, began to try to calm me down.

— Roy, maybe there’s a way. She must not have been serious; she just wanted to scare us.

— Scare us? Look at me, Marco! — I shouted, and once again, I was startled by the tone of my own voice. — I’m not me anymore. I’m this… this disgusting cowboy, smelling of tobacco with a sagging belly! Maybe it’s easier for you as a big, handsome man!

And then it dawned on me that maybe he was right; that this could be permanent.

A year has passed since the cursed transformation happened. Looking at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the man reflected back. The grumpy, fat cowboy I had become had become part of me, a weight I couldn't bear. It was as if I were that grumpy uncle who lives unhappily with relatives, and to make matters worse, my younger brother now thought I was Santa Claus, calling me "grandpa" with an innocence that only irritated me further.

My body, once young and agile, was now a mountain of flabby flesh and hair, as if every passing day was a new reminder of what I had lost. My clothes no longer fit, and the new ones only seemed to accentuate how far I was from my former self. God, how I wished I could be young again—I thought often. Meanwhile, Marco, with his sculpted body, sailed through life as if he were meant to shine. He was happy, and in a way, I couldn't feel angry at him for it. Our friendship had become strange; often, we exchanged longer glances, as if there was something more between us. My God, I must be going crazy, I caught myself thinking, trying not to confront the confusion that our new dynamic was generating.

I would do anything to go back to who I was, even lose a few pounds—at least that would give me a bit of the self-esteem that had been lost in this aging body. But the reality was that acceptance had never come. Every day was a struggle against the reflection, against the role I had been forced to live. On that Halloween night, as I watched children having fun in costumes, a part of me still dreamed of wearing an outfit that wasn't a symbol of my own misery.

[quinloki]

My apolocheese in advance for this, but all 50??? 😀 (Excluding any you may have answered already and/or don't feel up to answer)

Feel free to discard this ask entirely, or answer it in portions whenever you have energy. Whatever works for you. ^^ Just don't overwork yourself (ironic ik, coming from the guy who's asking for all 50, but I can't help it <3)

You know what - sure. XD

I'm going to put this below a cut though, cause whew!

who is/are your comfort character(s)? Marco definitely, but I find comfort in a lot of characters, so I should include Kid, Sabo, Crocodile, Doflamingo, Thatch, Penguin and Law in there too.

lighter or matches? Man I love a good zippo, but nothing beats the smell of a match, so I'll have to go with matches

do you leave the window open at night? Not unless I absolutely have to.

which cryptyd being do you believe in? Are ghosts as a general classification close enough? I've seen like three, but I haven't seen any other cryptids.

what color are your eyes? Brown ^_^

why did you do that? Sometimes I do not even know. I let go of a pot the other day for no good damned reason and was just glad it was empty.

hair-ties or scrunchies? Hair-ties. There's no scrunchie in this 'Verse that can contain my hair.

how many water bottles are in your room right now? In my room like my bedroom? Or as in the room I'm in right now? In either case it's zero. I have this spiffy mason jar monstrosity for water and it's down in the kitchen atm.

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee? Caffeine, honestly, is what I prefer XD Coffee's crap unless I make it myself so I don't even really register the flavor of it most of time.

would you slaughter the rich? Hm... ... no. I can't say I'd protect or defend them, but my sinful ass isn't going to go around casting judgements on others, no matter if I think they deserve it or not.

favorite extracurricular activity? >.> <.< I mean... I can't really say anything other than sex at this point.

what kind of day is it? A middling Sunday. The sun is pleasant, my cats are napping and look egregiously adorable, but there's still the weight of unemployment on the house, so it's middling.

when was the last time you ate? About 5 minutes or so ago. Rice and veggies.

do you love the smell of earth after it rains? Most certainly ^_^

are you a parent? (all answers qualify) lol not even a little.

can you drive? Better than most. My grandfather taught me with a bag of apples, but I don't really enjoy driving so I don't do it much.

are you farsighted or nearsighted? Whichever it is that needs glasses to see.

what hair products do you use? Cheap ones >.>

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails? If you wanted, certainly, but I have bit my nails since I was 8 so my skill at nail painting does not exist ^_^;

do you say soda or pop? Previously answered, but the short answer is soda.

something you’ve kept since childhood? My friend John. We became friends when we were 5 and 6 and I still play D&D with him on the weekends.

what type of person are you? A lucky one.

how do you feel about chilly weather? Previously answered, but I love winter and autumn

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing? Probably stargazing. Which I stand by because you're not getting me on a roof when the sun's up.

perfume/body spray or lotion? I... uh... none?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times? Like, in my mind? Ah, I licked a guy's nipples for so long he asked me if I was enjoying myself, and instead of saying yes like a boss, I got flustered and it killed the mood. Alas.

about how many hours of sleep did you get? ... 6? I think.

do you wear a mask? When I leave the house, yeah.

how do you like your shower water? Flesh-meltingly hot.

is there dishes in your room? Yes, but only because I just finished eating veggies and rice before I started answering this.

what type of music keeps you grounded? Previously answered, but I really do listen to all of it.

do you have a favorite towel? Nah. I have a favorite spatula though.

the last adventure you’ve been on? My spouse and I went on a 14 day road trip before the pandemic hit and I think between the states and Canada we traveled something like 5,490 miles or so.

is there a song you know every word to by heart? Don't Let It Bring You Down by Annie Lennox

what’s your timezone? East Coast

how many times have you changed your url? 0 - and I don't foresee it happening either.

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years? My aforementioned bestie, but also my lil' "brother" who is not really technically my brother, but who has known me since he was 14 and I was 17, and my D&D group has been together for over 10 years now, so that's like 11 or so more people.

a soap bar that smells good? I use cheap liquid soap, sorry ^^;

do you use lip balm? Nope.

did you have any snacks today? Yes, a pear.

how do you take your coffee? Any way I can get it. Black is preferred though.

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site? Discord, maybe I imagine.

what’s your take on spicy foods? I am weak, my family is weak, my ancestors were weak, but I will sniffle and cry and sob the entire time because it's fucking delicious

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it? Sadly, they suffer more alive than dead, so >.>

can you remember what happened yesterday? Well enough I'm not worried about early on set dementia.

favorite holiday film? I was gonna say Die Hard, but then it made me think of The Last Unicorn and so I'mma go with that.

what was the last message you sent? Cheering on family who did early voting.

when did you first try an alcohol beverage? Supervised - 12 Because no one was there to stop me, 15.

can you skip rocks? I can trip over rocks, but that's about as skillful as I get. ^_^

can i tag you in random stuff? Certainly - I cannot promise I'll always know how to reply, but I actually really appreciate being tagged because I miss stuff easily.

[coimbrabertone]

So Can NASCAR Drivers Turn Right or Not?

So in the past couple of weeks, I've watched a couple of races and a couple of things crossed my timeline that had to do with the following question: just how good are NASCAR drivers at turning right?

I don't mean this in like the Formula One fan newbie kinda way, I mean this as like a legitimate discussion as to the quality of the NASCAR field and the fact that road course ringers have seemingly returned to the series.

So, first things first, Shane van Gisbergen. Love him, New Zealander race car driver that went over to Australia, won three Supercars championships and three Bathurst 1000s. SVG then came over to America last year, won the NASCAR Chicago Street Race to be the first guy to win in his first attempt since 1963, and impressed so much that Trackhouse partnered with Kaulig Racing in the Xfinity Series to give Shane a full-time campaign in American stock car racing.

Well, last week he won the Pacific Office Automation 147 at Portland International Raceway, and this week he won the Zip Buy Now, Pay Later 250 at Sonoma. Which brings two things to mind:

One: Gee Xfinity races have some crappy ass names, don't they?

Two: Wow, he went back-to-back on road courses...that is really impressive, but also kinda sad.

Like two weeks in a row now the Xfinity field got beat by a thirty-five-year-old rookie on road courses. This is supposed to be the most road course heavy era of NASCAR, in the past five years the top three NASCAR series have gone to the likes of Mosport, Road America, Mid-Ohio, the Daytona Sports Car Course, the Charlotte Roval, the aforementioned Chicago Street Race, Circuit of the Americas, and NASCAR's traditional road courses in the form of Sonoma and Watkins Glen.

NASCAR drivers turn right a lot, they're not the oval only meme that F1 fans like to present it as, so what is going on?

Well, I think the simplest answer is that Shane van Gisbergen is a damn good race car driver. Supercars have long been compared to NASCARs and that's even truer in the Next Gen era, plus he's gotten a lot of support and advice from Marcos Ambrose, someone who I'll talk about more shortly. Plus, there's also Scott McLaughlin.

SVG and Scotty Mac are quite possibly the two best drivers to ever come out of Supercars, and we've seen Scott be successful in Indycar for a number of years now. Just this last weekend he was competing for the win at Road America with his Penske teammates. So it's not that NASCAR drivers are bad at turning right, it's that they've been unlucky enough to come up against a once in a generation talent.

To support this, there were another two Supercars drivers in Sonoma this past weekend. Cam Waters in the #60 RFK Mustang and Will Brown in the #33 RCR Camaro, and quite frankly, both of them had weekends full of bad luck that didn't amount to much of anything. Will was third in one of the practice sessions, and that's as close as he got to pulling off an SVG-esque performance in the Cup race.

And even in the Xfinity race, Ty Gibbs and Austin Hill both presented very real threats to SVG during the race, before Gibbs got caught up in a wreck and spun around into his own teammate trying to get going again, and Austin Hill got pushed into the grass after trying to slam the door shut on SVG in turn two.

It wasn't a cake walk.

Hell, Boris Said, long considered to be the archetypal NASCAR road course ringer, has been around the series since the mid to late 90s...he's never won a Cup race. He has one truck win at Sonoma and one Xfinity (then Nationwide) win at Circuit Gilles Villeneuve to his name.

So even way back when, NASCAR drivers could handle themselves on the road courses.

There are three road course ringers that have had a lot of success in the modern era, and I think all of them subvert the idea that it's as simple as being able to turn right.

The first is the great Juan Pablo Montoya, who famously got sick of F1 mid-2006, quit McLaren, and decided to become a NASCAR driver instead. Well, come 2007, and JPM is driving the #42 Dodge for Chip Ganassi Racing, and he won at Sonoma in his first attempt. He would only win one more NASCAR race, the 2010 Watkins Glen race. Despite this, I would argue his best season was 2009, when he finished eighth in the points after running as high as third in the season.

The high point was six top five finishes in eight races towards the end of the season, all of which were on ovals. One of which, Fontana, he was well acquainted with from his CART days!

The second is Marcos Ambrose, who in 2011 and 2012, had two consecutive duels with Brad Keselowski at Watkins Glen and came out on top both times. Those two races are badass, and I recommend you watch them, because it's just two big giant stock cars fighting tooth and nail without a care in the world for track limits. It's freaking glorious.

But after that 2012 Watkins Glen win? Well, Marcos then took two straight fifth placed finishes, at Michigan and Bristol, two ovals, and two very different ovals, no less. The third is AJ Allmendinger, who is still in NASCAR and still doing well. With wins on road courses in Cup and the old Champ Car series, and wins on both road courses and ovals in Xfinity. His story continues, most recently as SVG's Kaulig teammate.

So, the moral of the story? Being a good road course racer isn't enough to win NASCAR road races, you need to be a pretty damn good race car driver, and you need to learn stock cars. That means you'll have good showings on the ovals as well as the road courses.

To that end, in addition to SVG's back-to-back Xfinity wins, he also finished third at Atlanta earlier in the season and managed to finish on the lead lap in a Cup race at Talladega this year as well. In fact, I remember in that Talladega race SVG did well in the draft and worked his way to the front, only to fall back when the uppermost line collapsed behind him, and he was left all alone a lane above the drafting pack.

Something that could happen to anyone in a restrictor plate race in NASCAR.

So...NASCAR drivers are good at turning right, the top "road course ringers" in the form of JPM, Marcos Ambrose, and Shane van Gisbergen just happen to, you know, be pretty damn good drivers, and Xfinity races have some crappy ass names.

They let the crappiest name of them all die though.

So please, let's pour one out for the Beef. It's What's for Dinner. 300, the NASCAR Xfinity season opener at Daytona International Speedway.

RIP, 2021-2023. Your name was so bad that it was actually great.

[firefly--bright]

unearthed.

jean kirstein x fem!reader, modern a.u., buzzfeed unsolved a.u.

summary ; you dont know just how many watchful souls listen to you and jean speak, waiting, watching. maybe it's just you, but the prison air feels warmer. warnings ; mentions of violence, a little horror (? literally just the tiniest bit), talks of death. cringe humor. a/n ; happy halloween my beloveds. crazy that halloween and diwali were on the same day. kinda poetic lowkey. im DEAD TIRED so ykw that means! happy fireflyfic day! (and happy diwali to those who celebrate :)) taglist ; @holding-infinity-and-a-book , @mrsnobodynobody , @hopeless-anti-romantic , @jeanscremebrulee , @berrijam , @happxme , @cherrypieyourface , @imgayandshesanime , @moonmalice , @kivernova , @potaho3frog , @xakilicious , @katestrophes , @gojo-ana , @ppushable , @zombiefiedskeivy

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The prison wasnt eerie, which should’ve struck you as concerning. 

No, rather, the opposite, the fact that it was a little too comfortable, a little too lived-in to be considered ghostly was what you found…weird. Or maybe it was jean’s presence next to yours, the coldness of the air masked by his warmth and stolen jacket perched over your shoulders that made the air feel a little more breathable.

Connie and marco are huddled over the camera, speaking in hushed whispers - some technical jargon that your brain is too tired to recognize. 

Jean shifted from beside you, adjusting his own coat - not stolen - and thumbed the straps over his chest that snuggly held a smaller camera so it fit better over him. He cleared his throat when he caught you zoning out, “know your lines?” he asked, a prompt for you to speak your mind. 

You smiled cheekily, looking at him under the dim, sole flashlight. “By heart. Scared, jean-boy?” 

“Dont call me that on camera, please,” he says, eyes screwing shut when you shine your light straight into them. 

“Have i ever embarrassed you? You do that to yourself more than i do,” “okay that’s…intentional. It helps with the character im going for.” you snort. “Damsel in distress?” he scoffs, “i had to save you last time, remember?” “that was just an excuse for you to hold my hand, you can admit it. The cameras arent rolling yet,” you tease, bumping your shoe with his worn-out converses. He lets you. There isnt much he doesnt let you do to him. 

“Alright, cameras are gonna start in three…two.. One!” marco’s voice is characteristically calming, even at a higher pitch.

 

Your shoulders stand straighter as you look into the lens, placing the flashlight right under your chin. “hello, watchers! Welcome back to another episode of Unearth - a series where we try to gather evidence of the paranormal to see who wins - a believer,” you say, pointing the light under jeans chin briefly before settling it back under yours, “or a skeptic.” “it’s not a competition,” “right. Of course not.” you say, winking into the camera. Its jean’s turn to speak, his voice a low baritone, and you can see his breath becoming foggy into the now november air. “We are here today at the Marley Prison, rumored to be the host of seventy percent of the state’s most wanted criminals since the early eighteen hundred's. And we’re standing infront of it now and it’s fucking creepy,” “right, and it was also incredibly overcrowded, so-” “-so just, a terrible place to live in.” “yeah, but they killed people,” “...right. Most of them.” “i’ve heard it smells like shit,” you say, almost forgetting that this might get broadcasted, but jean’s eyes on you seemed to have that effect. forgetting the size of your own beating hear, forgetting where you were, melting away any proof of life except his.

He smirks, looking straight at the camera once more. “Right, that’s why i have-” he pulls out a small spray bottle. From what you could read, the text flashed, “FLOWER POWER!” and your smile turned into a laugh. “- this air freshener right here.” “right. That’ll protect us.” “if i get possessed i’d want.. It to smell, like-” “-like flower power-” “right.” now the both of you are laughing, shoulders shaking.

“Great. Let’s head inside, guys,” marco says, smile on his face, and eren puts the camera down to view what he had gathered. 

“After you,” jean says, his shoes scruffing against the harsh stones underneath, spreading his arm infront of you as a guide.

“Pussy,” you muttered, making him sputter.

-

“Alright,” you say, settling on the cold hard ground. Cell number 509, holding the last inmate of the entire prison who passed away in the very same, cramped room. Only a mattress and a sink to keep him company, a small, hand-sized window on the wall opposite to the door, meant to be locked at all times. 

“Dangerous people in this place,” you say, mostly to yourself. Your partner was on the ground floor of the vicinity, in another building entirely, investigating by himself. You decided to split up to see if that might spite any spirits to act, planning on asking questions to the different people that were barely alive, living in the space so freely disturbed. The camera crew were also downstairs, waiting on the two of you to be done. All you had was an old walkie-talkie that connected to jean’s. 

“You there?” his voice - filled with static and concern - reaches the confines of the prison cell. “Yep. where are you?” you ask, sitting in the middle of the floor, pulling your knees up to your chest, your flashlight flickering. “Im at the uh… that punishment place.” “ah. Im in Dean Cooper’s cell.” “oh,” he says. “Why dont we just use our phones for this part?” he asks, a beep following him. You smile. “I dont know, actually. Do you- should we?” “yeah that’d be.. I mean, better communication. Audio..quality - there are so many bugs here,” he speaks as you switch your phone on, dialing his number. He picks up not even a second in.

“Okay, can you hear me better?” he asks, and you rest your back against the thick wall. The door - heavy and cold - is fully closed so you could get a better experience, the full creeps. You nod, knowing he cant see it. “yep. Its crazy that people had to live like this,” you speak, holding the microphone part of your device close to your mouth, his voice on speaker. Something alive to fill the walls, more than your own presence. “Yeah. well it’s crazy that they committed so many crimes, honestly,” “i know.” 

You’re supposed to be filming. Your camera is rolling already and youre supposed to be speaking to a presumed dead person but a holy one is roaming downstairs without you and all you have is his voice as proof. “Hey,” jean calls out, and you thank good network reception and technology to have his voice be so clear, without cuts, real against your hand. “Im at the uh… what’s it called? The place where they could talk to their loved ones right now.” “ah,” “it feels weird.” a beat of silence. “Weird how?” you ask, your voice quiet. 

“Like-” theres a shifting sound at the end of the line, followed by a slight creak. “- weird in the sense that… i dont know, like, people still loved and cared for quote-unquote bad people,” 

You hum. Your head now also rests against the wall, too unaware to keep it up, too comfortable to find your own muscles. “I dont know. You’re always better with the words and shit.” he says, and you give him a small laugh. “Words and shit?” “yeah like, you know what to say.” “i mean, these people are dead, jean, theres a real small chance they can even hear us.” “i know, but like, even to alive people.” its almost 3 am, your phone says, and your heart increases in size, a little too comfortable against your ribcage. 

Have you ever felt that before? the muscle that’s supposed to be contained in a confined space now opens itself up and you have no choice but to let it. It grows, bigger, until youre body is tattered and all that remains as proof is your heart, big and timid, still beating, waiting for jean’s eyes to look at it. You havent. You wonder if any of the people half-alive in this place have. 

“I mean, love is alot of patience,” you start, your fingers fiddling with the end of your jacket. A stray piece of thread. You hear him humming in agreement and continue, “maybe they just… couldnt say it. How many times have you been able to not say that you love someone, y’know? And then you get the chance to but then it gets lost in all the other unimportant things and maybe that… maybe that’s love. The unimportant things.” you say. Your fingers feel funny, tingly, hearing his voice saying something at the end of your sentence. Youre too caught up to say something important as a reply.

So you settle. Listen. “Like, imagining this place alive… y’know. Like not in a creepy way but in like… it’s - like so much time passed, and so much was said here.” he says. His voice holds importance in your hands, and you trace shapes into the side of your phone with your thumb as if its the back of his hand and you’ve taken it in yours, cold and patient, unimportant. Tracing shapes that cant be seen. He hears them though. It’s in every pause he takes, every breath he hears on your end of the line and he wonders if you know how your alive-ness makes him braver than the night. Brave enough to know that speaking is something to be accomplished, that you’re listening.

 

He stares at the glass window in front of him, sitting on the chairs that prisoners used to sit on with hope in their eyes. At least, that’s how he imagines it. Theres a small hole in the window, enough only to catch a couple breaths and silenced sentences and he can only imagine how the other person mightve felt, seeing their loved one behind a blurry and unkept screen.

“Im not going to empathize with them, obviously, but, i feel like… i mean, obviously this place was built to be inhumane. The fact that they even included that section of the prison, though.. I dont know. it's kinda nice.” you say, and he closes his eyes to pretend youre in front of him. Its not that hard, in all honesty, because your voice fills his ears and he’d rather listen to proof of the living - with her shoe kicking his, with her voice teasing his shrieks - rather than the minute but present proof of the dead. He knew someone - barely alive souls, watching - had to be listening to your conversation but he also knew that he was listening to it too and he’d rather commit to the cold of your familiar hands than the unfortunately lived-in warmth of this place.

“It is.” he agrees, his chin tilting up, his shoulders relaxing. One hand in his pocket, the other holding his phone, microphone to his lips with the speaker on. He wasnt alone. His phone’s screen is blurry and unkept, but he wasnt alone. 

“Y’know that’s what i find kind of… i dont know, comforting? About like, something this hopeless. That, like.. There’s a recreational room that they had. Like the option was there for them to sit down there and talk, maybe. I dont know how that wouldve gone-” you say, voice ending in a self-aware laugh, making him smile, “-but it was there, right. Same with this communication room…thingie. Like the option of loving is there.” 

Your voice floats against the walls of the room, touches the glasses separating him and the world, before coming back to him. His chest feels funny, more aware that it’s there. Not just as an organ and something trivial that helps him breathe but now as something larger than himself. Something less candid, hidden under layers of clothing and skin built to be thick, raised to be soft, and it almost lays there, in front of him, inhaling the sound of your voice like it’s a new source of oxygen. And it grows. Alive.

“Option of loving,” he echoes, eyes now fluttering open and looking at the expanse of the tattered ceiling above him, spotting shapes. Option of loving. “Like even now there’s like.. Im sitting here, and there’s notches on the wall. Like the… four standing lines and then a slash through them. Like the hope of getting out isnt gone. Its… cool how humans just do that.” you say. He clings onto every word, his own little prayer against the dark, unsaid but important. Option of loving.

He looks back infront of him, staring at the glass window again. Theres gunk in the corners of it and spiderwebs claiming it as their home in a place as haunted as this. “And even if i dont… believe in ghosts it’s like…cool to think about in the sense that, i dont know, everything is a proof of life. Y’know?” you ask, ready for confirmation knowing that he’d provide it to you. Anything you’d ask.

“Thats… i didnt see it like that,” he admits, “i mean i just saw it as like… confirmation that dead people are dead and that if there’s an afterlife we have to chose a right way to live, something we’re proud of, so that we dont regret it when we’re… dead and roaming the halls, waiting to be found, yknow?” “like grief.” you answer, and he shifts in his seat, getting a bit more comfortable. He nods, knowing you wont see it. “Yeah. kind of.” “that’s…poetic. We should start a podcast-” “-shut up,” and both your voices are broken up by laughs, short and warm and proof of being alive and roaming the halls, waiting to be found.

There’s a dog howling in the distance. No light in the room that you’re in, barely any air, coolness of november flush against your skin despite your layers. His voice holds you, a little blanket, cocooning you around yourself. “Hey, you’re supposed to come find me,” you say, reminding him of his task of peering into the halls, asking ghosts and bugs to come closer to him. Whatever’s alive or half-dead or half-alive or half-already-living. “And you’re supposed to play twenty questions with your hot date,” “i think he’s pretty cold, actually,” you say, he laughs. Another shift in fabric, another creak - he’s gotten up from his place on the chair, now warmed, soon to be claimed by the prison’s musty air, but for now it’s there. Fully alive. 

“My battery’s gonna die.” he says, voice a little solemn, his footsteps squeaking against the floor, rubber on hard cement. “We have walkie-talkies,” you provide, your voice full around it’s edges with your own smile and jean almost asks why youre smiling, but refrains. He’ll ask when he finds you. Or maybe he’ll tell you he’s in love with you. Or maybe the words will get lost under all the other unimportant things that he has to say to you. 

Or maybe that’s just what love is. The unimportant things, layered, hidden, chest and heart, large, warm, growing. 

[lunarla123]

Friday Night Fightin - BF Reference Sheet!

Been going back and forth of adding this silly guy into the rgbfverse and just decided "fuck it". I throw you Mikey, the angel singer combatant.

Friday Night Fightin GF Ref Sheet

Friday Night Fightin Pico Ref Sheet

Name: Mikey Angel

Nickname: Mic, Chihuahua

Birthday: 2nd April (so close)

Age: 25 (the midget's 25???)

Orientation: Panromantic asexual

Species: Angel creature thing

Height: 5'0 ft (SHORT AHH me who's 4'11)

Weight: 80 lbs (due to having anorexia) (body envy is scary)

Voice: Just normal BF chromatics but with statics here and there from vocal straining. Screams similar to Whitty.

Relationship Status: Dating

Family: Garrett Angel (father), Medana Anděl (mother, they have a picture frame of her with a small vase of flowers and had passed away early in his years)

Partner(s): Stacie Daemon (fightin!GF), Derrick Dino (fightin!Pico) (Stacie's boyfriend)

Friends: Neena Arachnes (fightin!Nene), Darnell Phoenix (fightin!Darnell), Skid Skelly and Pump Pumpkin (fightin!SkidandPump)

Acquaintances: John Dino (fightin!Tankman), Marco Daemon (fightin!DaddyDearest), Janice Daemon (fightin!MommyMearest)

Enemies/Rivals: Derrick Dino (they clash in playfighting a lot), Ayumu Obake (fightin!Senpai)

Personality: A hyperactive, and I mean HYPERACTIVE individual, even when alone. Constantly on his feet, he will never go a day without singing his lungs out or initiating a battle (purposeful and accidental), whether that's with his fists, rap skills or a silly game of rock paper scissors. If you beat him in Rock, Paper, Scissors he will instantly see ya as a homie. Although he's extremely positive in almost every situation, he's also heavily blunt with his words and says shit in front of his challenger's face to taunt them. He thinks and knows he's the shit when fighting someone, so he tends to come out very prideful or standoff-ish whenever he wins. Despite this, he takes his losses with high spirits, cheering for his challenger and hypes the both of them for a future battle. Despite dating GF and Pico in extension to her, he never cared much nor did he understand the concepts of romance, however he does deeply care for the two of them like he does with his parents, and thinks of the two as family and will show just as much affection. Oh, and people compared him to a chihuahua a lot. Despite his hyperactiveness, he cares a lot about boundaries and would usually talk a few feet away from someone (knowing how loud he is himself, people can hear him just fine). He can be mature when he needs to, but is extremely difficult to stay that way without immense fidgeting on his arm bands, halo and tail. He cannot sit still for his life.

Personality flaw: He rarely thinks before he acts, but whenever he does it's usually when a person he cares was in distress or from seeing his reflection. He's extremely stubborn to not acknowledge his eating disorder and body envy towards the people around him, and often gives the most ridiculous excuses when asked to eat something before running off (His partners do try to help him in that but it's a very slow process currently). He would comment of how ugly his figure is without thinking, which makes his friends and loved ones worry about him by accident. His hyperactive body also detriments him, being extremely fidgety and no matter how much energy he used up through the day he would still be too restless to sleep and ends up sleep deprived the next day, which is why it is one of the main reasons he thinks that food was a problem, despite having nothing but water half the time. He has been trying to calm his hyperactivity down by participating in slow hobbies but no luck so far.

Likes: Rock music, specifically heavy metal and alternative rock, singing, battles, rock paper scissors, winning, his family, his homies, playing guitar, side hugs, high energy activities, running in the rain, words of affirmation.

Dislikes: Food, flavoured drinks (he would vomit due to tasting like fruit), coffee (used to be a coffee addict when he was younger, now despises it with every fiber of his being), being reminded of his body and weight, thunder (unexpected loud booms spikes his hyperactivity).

Powers: Mic whip and stand melee (basic combo attacks), Mic stand sweep and dash (heavy combo attacks), Wing jump (uses his wings to jump high and fly in the air), Arrow soundwaves (screams into his mic tail to create a piercing soundwave at a certain direction), Mic ground pound (bashes his mic to the ground to create a shockwave around him when dashing down), Telekinesis (only uses it on his mic stand and other small items), Guitar manifest (His mic stand shapeshifts into an electric guitar and shreds the arena stage with a sick tune, knocking back enemies and does small continuous damage), Teleportation (Uses his halo to open a portal, he cannot jump through AUs with it).

Backstory:

Being honest I'm not good at setting the mood so I'll give a summary. Mic's world doesn't have any 'humans', instead people are born a fantastical creature that a family believes in the most, whether it's loosely based from their personality, culture or a hereditary trait in the family. Along those lines of main creatures (angel, ghost, demon, etc) will also have subcategories of what type of that creature you will be (archangel, wraith, imp, etc). These are based purely on who you are as a person unlike the main category. Their world revolves around fighting, seeing it as a competitive and even fun sport, betting on which creature is stronger than the other.

Mic's mom passed away really early in his life, which made his often laxed dad a bit reclusive towards others and could get protective of his only son. Somewhere down the line Garrett became a workaholic and needed multiple downs of coffee to get by to complete his papers while struggling to also be an attentive father to Mikey.

Going to middle school, Mic had gotten attached to the stimulant drink, following his dad's footsteps of drinking coffee day in and day out and soon became an addict. Even with his current ADHD, the caffeine still helped him in being proactive throughout his life, maybe a little too active. He participated in combat fights during PE and sports festivals his school will hold. By the time he started high school, he was known as a battle maniac due to his hyperactive nature and becoming infamous for it almost instantly. That was when he met Stacie, who was dating Derrick at the time. That was also when his hatred for coffee and the start of his eating disorder. He was still going about his day as usual, only difference was the lack of eating time and an excessive amount outdoors, participating in more battles and downright wacky situations with Stacie and Derrick.

Current time would be similar to the original game EXCEPT IT'S ALL FIGHT ROUNDS HELL YEAAAA.

Additional notes:

You can add different piercings and face accessories on him if ya like.

His other eye is there, it's just under his halo.

The scars are optional since they're only battle scars

His wire tail can extend pretty far hehe

I actually don't listen to heavy metal WHEEZE

[adashoflavendermelancholy]

Trust Issues

Ace knew it was silly. Maybe it was the way he was raised, or the knowledge of what would happen if people learned who his father was. Either way, he had a hard time mentioning his family. Never telling the spades that he had a little brother let alone a bandit for an almost mother. It helped that it never really came up. Not when they were so busy surviving. That and just telling them stories without adding Luffy was easy enough. He just didn’t add the part where Luffy almost got eaten. This didn’t change when he joined the Whitebeard pirates.

No one seemed to mind that he kept his past to himself. That he would finish stories abruptly. I.E. ‘After getting dodging the crocodile I had to kill it fast. So I used all my strength and hit it over the head. It was a good meal.’ After just going into so much detail about the beast’s size and color. No one asked why he played with the kids on every island they went to during his free time. If he wasn’t eating his heart out, that is. A simple ‘I grew up in the jungle.’ Explained away his tracking abilities. It wasn’t like he was lying, just not telling the full truth.

That was until everything was ruined. The den den rang for him. Haruta, who was on duty, called him up to take the call. Everyone looked at him as he took the receiver.

“Hello?”

A soft voice began speaking. “Ace, It’s-“

“HEey… Um, give me a second.” Ace said, taking the snail and all but running away. The Whitebeards watched, wondering who Ace was talking to.

Time passed as they waited. When Ace returned, the phone call was over. Ace handed it back to the person now in charge of the snail. Who tried calling the number back? They were just too curious about it. The number they called, though, went back to their ship. Meaning Ace had called the ship for a couple of seconds to clear the record. The worst part was that he wouldn’t answer any questions about it. Not even pops could get an answer when he asked.

Thatch felt a little down that their youngest didn’t quite trust them yet. He doubted Ace was a marine undercover. Not with how he acted around any marine base they passed. It was like he had a personal vendetta against them. Making their life’s harder rather than just killing them and leaving. It was funny before they knew the boy was hiding things. The thoughts of what, or who, it could have been kept him up.

It was late, and Ace was struggling to sleep. So he did what he always did when it was hard to sleep. Trained on deck. He was trying to learn more control over his observation haki. It would be cool to one up Marco or Izou just once.

Thatch wandered out onto the deck for some fresh air. There he found Ace with a blindfold on and going through the stages of the basic fighting forms. “Hey, what are you still doing up?” Thatch asked as Ace turned to him. Thatch had a brief thought about the haki training.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Ace answered, feeling off still about not being able to see Thatch. He could feel him now with Haki, but it wasn’t the same. He couldn’t watch the way the man’s face or hands twitched with his thoughts. It made Ace’s heart beat just a little faster. His skin growing a little colder.

“Well, training won’t help you. Come on, I’ll make you some coco,” Thatch said, leading the way back.

It was so quiet, and unlike the usually noisy Moby is. Everyone was fast asleep in their beds, minus those that had the night shift. Thatch supposed he should be sleeping, too. “How often do you have trouble sleeping?” Thatch asked, trying to make small talk. All anyone had been talking about was that phone call. Ace might be tired of hearing about it.

Ace shrugged. “Donno, I’m careful not to let it interfere with my duties.”

“I wasn’t saying that. Just wondering if maybe I could help more than just tonight.” Thatch said, the two drifting into silence. Thatch normally wouldn’t mind, but he had too many questions on his mind to keep his mouth shut. “Ace, do you trust us?”

“Yeah, with my life.”

“But not with the lives of your loved ones?”

Ace was quiet for a bit. “It’s not… I just.”

“It’s okay if the answer is no. I know it took me a while to trust those here with the information that I have a little sister. She’s 12 years younger than me. She was five when I left. Still get calls and letters from home. But it was a long time before I told anyone who they were from.” Thatch said, thinking back. He didn’t trust them. Now, being on the other end, he knew how much it hurt. Even when he snapped at the sibling, that wouldn’t let the calls and letters go. He would die for them and pops any day of the weeks.

Ace thought about that for a while. The thought that Thatch was in a similar position wasn’t unthinkable. But it wasn’t the same. “It’s different.” Ace muttered.

“How so?”

“If people learned about… then they would kill them,” Ace muttered, the same fear spiking in his chest. Garp told him during his last visit before he set out. If anyone found out about who his father was and it got out, Dawn would be set a blaze just like his mother’s home island. Nothing could be worse than that.

“Ace, we wouldn’t hurt them.” Thatch said, worrying about who told the boy that. If it was one of their siblings’ practical joke gone bad, he would make sure they paid.

“It’s not you I worry about,” Ace muttered again, taking a long sip of his coco. It shouldn’t be this complicated. Just saying ‘Hey, I have a littler brother that means the world to me. I would die if he ever stopped breathing.’ was easy. But the words never fell from his mouth.

Thatch patted the other on the back. Whatever Ace was thinking had a frown on the boy’s face. Something that Thatch didn’t like seeing on that face. Ace should snare at the world teeth bear or smiling with that cocky little grin. The terrified frown and whatever else was playing in his mind just didn’t fit. Thatch had his answers. Ace trusted them. However, at the end of the day, he was just a scared boy trying to hold on to his loved ones tightly. “Well, tell me about breakfast tomorrow. I was thinking of making eggs and bacon.” The two talked about food and other adventures that Ace wanted to go on. One day, Thatch hoped to learn more about the monsters hiding behind the boy. But now wasn’t the time.

[igetthedisneybox]

José Madrigal

Inspired by @hannahhook7744's Encanto AU, and her own character headcanons.

Third image made using https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/1558575

Fourth image made using https://www.dolldivine.com/la-colombiana

Fifth image is a model of one of the Encanto kids I edited.

José’s full name is José Roberto Madrigal.

His first name means “add”, and his middle name means “fame”. 

He is the second adopted child of Camilo Madrigal and Marcos Vasquez.

He has straight black hair, brown skin, and brown eyes. 

He is nine years old.

He has two biological brothers, Hugo, older by five years, and Héctor, younger by three.

He is currently uninterested in romance and sex.

His gift is extreme good luck. Everything seems to go right for him. He, of course, uses it to illegally gamble and make bets. Camilo and Marcos only make him return his winnings sometimes.

His door portrays him grinning, and he is flipping a coin with his right hand, with his left in his pocket.

The first part of his room looks like a billiard room, with a pool table, a bar—sans alcohol obviously—a piano and other instruments, and a stage. His bed and other amenities are actually in an adjacent room off to the side, and that room looks like a normal bedroom, with purple walls, and a wood floor.

His symbol is a coin, mid flip.

He and Camilo get along great, and Camilo is actually the one most likely to encourage José’s money-making schemes. As long as he uses his powers for good (or fun.)

Marcos is the one who brings José (and Camilo) back down to earth, and hits them with a hearty dose of humility. It won’t be until José gets older, but he does really appreciate Marcos for that.

His birth parents were very neglectful of him and his brothers, before they died when he was three, so he almost has no memory of them. 

Hugo raised José more than their parents did, so no matter what the Encanto says about him, José is both loving and protective towards him. They have a special bond that no one else is privy to.

He and Héctor are closer in age, and José tries to be for Héctor what Hugo was for him; a stabilizing force and a role model. Not a good role model, but one nonetheless.

He hangs out with Avila, Amada, Tomás, Rómulo, Mariana, and Zoe, but his best friend is Carlos, despite the age difference.

He gets along best with Pepa, Isabela, and Carlos.

He loves close up magic, and is very good at it. He carries a deck of cards with him everywhere.

He’s very good at spotting con artists, because they are always the most surprised when he actually beats their games.

He’s a wannabe musician, and can play piano, trumpet, trombone, saxophone, and the accordion.

He’s saving up his winnings to leave the Encanto and find his fortune in the city.

He’s very mature for his age, mainly because he has to be smart about gambling and making bets, especially with adults.

His favorite colors are purple, red, pink, and black.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Record of Ragnarok x Marco The Phoenix!Reader

Pineapp- *Ahem* I mean Marco The Phoenix, I don't have any specific plot you can go wild.

-You were enjoying yourself, soaring high in the skies above Valhalla, enjoying the clear skies, good weather, and just peaceful serenity of being able to stretch your wings.

-You heard someone calling out your name and you looked down, seeing Brunnhilde waving up at you and you headed down, landing before her as the blue flames surrounded you, returning you to your human form as you beamed, “Yo Brunnhilde! Is it my turn?”

-She gave you a warm grin, knowing exactly what she had been doing when she recruited you to fight, “You are correct- are you ready?”

-You put your hands behind your head, looking far too relaxed as you were going to be fighting for your life, or at least that’s what everyone else was thinking, but only Brunnhilde and a few others knew of your ability, something you came to Valhalla with, so it was legal for you to use.

-You looked rather unassuming as you walked out, you didn’t look like other warriors who fought before you, as you had a lazy smile on your lips, looking at your opponent who looked annoyed at facing such a weak looking human.

-He pointed his weapon at you, “Oi pineapple- you fighting barehanded? That’s stupid!” the gods were laughing and jeering at you, calling you pineapple as your hair, unfortunately, made you look a bit like a pineapple, but unlike when you were alive when it would end with an ass beating, you just smiled, letting it roll off your back like nothing, “I don’t need a weapon to fight someone like you.”

-The humans were in awe of your nonchalant nature, many thought it was a joke, but there were some, other warriors, who could sense that there was more to you than meets the eye and you weren’t to be underestimated.

-When the match started the god, insulted by your words, charged at you and swung his blade at your neck, running your through. The gods were cheering, seeing how quickly it was over, until they were all murmuring, seeing the blue flames coming from the injury and you were still smiling, completely unbothered.

-Your opponent turned back at you as Goll was cheering, “Go Y/N!” and you looked up at her, flashing a smile before you turned as the flames faded, your neck completely healed.

-Gods and humans all over were shouting, demanding to know your ability before your opponent ran to you, attacking you with a barrage of attacks, but with each wound, instead of blood, blue flames appeared, burning before fading, revealing you were unharmed.

-Zeus shouted at Brunnhilde, demanding an explanation as all eyes turned to the eldest Valkyrie who grinned warmly, “Show them what you’re made of Y/N!”

-You gave her a grin, “Looks like it’s my turn!” your opponent wasn’t prepared for the blue flames to surround you as your arms turned into what looked like bird wings and your legs turned into bird-like feet with talons as you were quick to go on the attack.

-Zeus and many of the gods were yelling at Brunnhilde, several of them trying to stop the fight, saying your abilities weren’t natural and weren’t allowed, but she showed them the rulebook, “Y/N ascended to Valhalla with these abilities- it’s a part of them and is allowed.”

-It was right there, and they couldn’t argue it as you won the match, walking away the clear winner as you stretched your arms up, sighing deeply, your job fighting was now done as Goll ran to you once backstage, leaping into your arms with a cheer.

-You ruffled your hair as she led you to the infirmary, as you had agreed to help heal the injured fighters, something they were grateful for, on both sides, as your abilities were able to heal them completely.

-Kojiro was amazed as your flames tickled his chest, “I watched your fight- it was amazing! So, your flames can hurt and heal based on what you want them to do?”

-You gave him a grin, “Pretty much yoi- it’s a good offense, defense, and healing as you said.” Kojiro just laughed, amazed by your ability as you got to relax in the infirmary between fights. Brunnhilde knew exactly what she was doing, knowing you would win, and knowing you would heal those who were injured, you were a doctor of course.

[brave-and-gentle]

I'm a little high and have some Jean questions!

How does he eat? Is he loud, smacking his lips, breathing kinda hard, humming? Or does he have some table manners? Is he a finger-sucker?

Alternatively, what's he like when he "eating"?

Oh anon, you have answered my prayers! Also let's be high together! (seriously though have ya'll tried creative writing whilst high, it's wild)

How Jean eats entirely depends on who's he's with and where. When he's having lunch with you and his mom, he's the perfect prince of table manners. He even folds the cloth table napkin on his lap at restaurants. Lots of "pleases" and "thank yous." Jean is trying to be a gentleman for you and knows his mom will beat his ass if he doesn't have some manners.

If he's out with some buddies, let's say Connie, Reiner, Marco, some of those table manners slip away. Jean definitely puts both elbows on the table in some sort of weird show of male dominance - Marco thinks it's stupid as fuck and ignores him. Connie swipes as his elbows when he's not paying attention to try to get him to fall. Reiner mirrors Jean and doesn't even realize he's doing it. Jean will definitely talk with his mouth full while he's yapping away with these friends, though he does at least try to cover his face a little bit. He's also the last one to finish eating because he doesn't shut the fuck up, he's such an extrovert at heart! I can see him humming a bit too here and there, not even realizing it.

If Sasha's around? Jean's eating habits are absolutely nauseating. He's a big dude, so he knows that if she's around, he's gotta eat fast if he wants his fill. I'm talking shovel-as-much-food-in-your-mouth-as-fast-as-you-can. Some food might also, uh, fall out of his mouth - and he doesn't notice because Sasha swipes it out from under him *freaky fast.* You find this all quite disgusting, but you know better than to interrupt these two friends when they're in a feeding frenzy.

When it's just the two of you? Jean returns to his gentleman manners, albeit a few risque motions. If there's a bit of sauce or crumb on his lip, he'll lick it very slowly while giving you a pointed look. He'll definitely lick his fingers and think about putting them inside you after dinner.

As for "eating," I assume you mean eating YOU, hehe.

MDNI!!!!!!!

Jean fucking *loves* to go down on you. He loves the way you moan (esp his name), when you play with his hair, when you dig your nails into him - it's all a compliment to his skills. Jean will tease you first, peppering your inner thighs with kisses and running his fingers and tongue up and down your slit - feather light. He wants you to beg before he has his dessert (YOU). If you get overstimmed, he lets you have a small break, but is RELENTLESS - "no, I'm not done." Jean learns your body very quickly and knows all your most sensitive spots. And, if I'm being honest, he sounds fucking disgusting while he's eating you out - I'm talking smacking and slurping. Jean doesn't even realize how he sounds, he's just doing his best to give you the best orgasm of your life.

Jean also loves to finger fuck you!! With clean fingers obvi, this is where the gentleman table manners come back. Since his mouth is free, he uses it to dirty talk you (again, he doesn't know how to shut the fuck up): "C'mon darlin,' cum for me." "Right there? Hmm? That's the spot?" "You're my pretty baby, all mine."

I - did not plan on writing this much.

Thank you for the ask anon, I loved thinking about this!! <3

[shirohige-pirates]

Hey Doll

CisFem Reader x Thatch

CW: toxic parents, manipulation, The Plan™, smut, mdni, I'll add as we go I'm kind of fly by the seat of my pants on this one.

tag list: @mfreedomstuff @harahettania @clumsyraccoon

Chapter 15: Anger Management

Thatch parked in the hospital after stopping to get food, and the two of you sat at one of the break benches the staff and some of the patients used. A couple minutes later Marco showed up, and came over to where you were.

“Stopped for food and still beat me here.” He says by way of greeting, catching the wrap that Thatch tosses him. “Oh, thanks.”

“Sure thing, brother.” Thatch says.

Marco peels the wrapping off and practically inhales the wrap in three bites. You thought you’d seen everything when it came to how people eat, with all the different functions your parents had dragged you to, but you couldn’t stop the look of shock on your face at the feat.

Thatch laughs, and Marco grins after he swallows the last of it.

“Eat fast, or eat last.” Marco says. “Usually I slow down in the company of others, but I’m going to go in ahead of you two and grab Hongo, yoi.” He steps away and then turns back. “Actually, just wait out here, if I can I’ll just have him come out.”

You look from Marco as he dashes into the hospital and look over at Thatch. You tilt your head a little and he smiles.

“Hospital admission means paperwork. Paperwork means dealing with questions. Marco’s friend can keep it minimal, but I think it’s best we keep this out of the system until we decide what we’re doing tonight.” Thatch explains. “If we have to admit you, then we will. It won’t be a big deal either way.”

You nod. “I see, thank you.”

“You’re welcome, doll.” He says with a smile. “I know it’ll take time, but you can ask me anything you want. Anytime. Even if I look busy. You don’t have to stay in the dark anymore.”

“No I-.” You stop, pressing your lips together and look down at the picnic table for a long moment. “I’ll try.”

Thatch smiles and you look up, and then past him, and see Marco coming back with someone in tow. The man’s just a little shorter than Marco, with his muted blonde hair pulled back into a short ponytail. He’s wearing a long white coat and scrubs under that, certainly the doctor.

He gives you a warm smile as Marco introduces him. “This is Dr. Hongo, a good friend of ours.” He steps back, letting Hongo step closer. “Doc, Thatch’s match, Miss Kakusho.”

“Not a bad patch job for a cook.” Hongo says, teasing Thatch a little before he looks at you more directly. “May I see your wrist, miss?”

You hold your arm out and Hongo kneels down and takes it carefully. His fingers are warm, and the grip is firm, but he’s being careful not to press any more than he needs to where it’s bruised or swollen. “When did this happen?”

“This morning.” You answer flatly and automatically. “I fell.”

Thatch and Marco exchange looks, and even Hongo looks over at them. There’s an unease among the three of them, but it takes a moment more for you to realize it. You put your other hand to your mouth, your eyes going wide.

“No I… I’m sorry.” You feel your stomach knot. “I… said that without thinking.”

Thatch says something in a language you don’t know. He’s turned away from you so you can’t see the look on his face, but his tone is pretty universal. For a second you worry that he’s angry with you for lying, and you can feel yourself start to panic.

“Oi!” Marco admonishes. He looks over at you. “That wasn’t directed at you.” Marco clarifies for you, before smacking Thatch upside the back of his head.

“But it did happen this morning?” Hongo prompts, pulling your attention back to him, and you nod.

“Sometime after nine.”

Hongo carefully turns your arm and presses on the swell, looking at your face as he does it. After a moment he stands up and gives you what you’ve come to know as The Doctor Look™. Something was wrong, and you weren’t going to be released with instructions to ice it or keep it wrapped.

“I know you wanted to avoid getting admitted, but I need to x-ray it.” He says. “Whether a learned behavior, or an unlucky turn of events, Miss Kakusho, you do not react visibly to pain. I can’t tell the severity of that injury without an x-ray. I doubt it’s broken, but there could be stress fractures.”

“I’m sorry.” You say and Hongo shakes his head.

“Regardless of the cause, there’s nothing for you to apologize for. If you want to give Thatch your ID, he can get you signed in while I get you x-rayed.” He explains and you nod, reaching into your pocket and pulling out your ID. “Hey, Elvis.”

Thatch looks up at Hongo, giving him a bit of a face.

“You better tell her what you said later. It’s rude to talk in that babble y’all invented unless you mean to teach her.” There’s a teasing tone of the edges of his words and Thatch sticks his tongue out.

The four of you head into the hospital, and while Hongo guides you into the interior, Marco stays with Thatch at the front desk to get you signed in. The doctor walks straight to an empty room for the x-rays, and between the two of you, you got through them easily enough.

“You’re used to hospitals.” He says and you nod. There’s a moment of silence and you look up to see a pained expression on his face. “I’m sorry, no one should have to be used to a hospital.”

You aren’t sure what to say to that, and Hongo ends up escorting you to a room without much else said. Once he gets you settled in he marks the room occupied and lets you know that he’ll send Marco and Thatch in soon as he sees them. He’s going to get the x-rays sorted and either way he’ll be back in a few minutes.

Out of habit you’re sitting on the bed, but since you don’t feel dizzy or sleepy you haven’t laid down. You think that you should probably feel exhausted by this point, it’s been a long day already.

True to Hongo’s words, however, you barely get a chance to let your mind wander when there’s a light knock on the door, and Marco and Thatch come into the room. Marco has a smile on his face, and Thatch is trying his best, but the taller man is struggling.

“Hanging in there?” Marco asks and you nod. He looks from you to Thatch and back and pats the top of your head softly. “I’ll leave you two alone until the doc gets back.”

Thatch sits down next to you on the bed.

“I’m… not mad at you.” Thatch says quietly. He holds his hand out and you set your hand in it. “I really, really hate your parents, though.”

Your eyes go wide. You’d come across plenty of people who were visibly put off by your parents, and plenty more who knew they were charlatans of a sort, even if they didn’t know the details. Plenty of people disliked your parents - Tashigi and Smoker came to mind immediately, but Thatch was the first person you’d known to say it so plainly.

You don’t say anything. You’re not going to defend them, but speaking ill of them is difficult.

“And don’t apologize.” Thatch adds, looking over at you. The expression on his face isn’t harsh, but more concerned. “Don’t apologize for them. They… they don’t deserve it.”

After a moment you put your hands in your lap, looking down at them and trying to collect your thoughts. Thatch stays still, giving you a chance to speak.

“…My… My parents are,” you press your lips together, making fists with your hands despite the pain that zings up your arm. “They raised me, so it would stand to reason that I am… just the same.”

“Huh? No, that’s-.” Thatch slips off the bed and faces you, bending down and making sure you’re looking at him. “Even if you picked up bad habits from them, or even if you acted just like them - and by the seas you absolutely do not - you’re still your own person. You get to choose who you are, and if that means you want to act like them, then so be it. But you don’t, and if you’re worried that you eventually will, or that you already do, I’ll help you, okay?”

“You’ll…” You words stutter as your breath hitches. You can feel yourself getting ready to cry. You’re becoming tired of crying so much lately, but every time you turn around it seems like something’s causing turmoil for better or worse.

“I’ll help. I won’t let you become like your parents, even if I think it’s impossible, it doesn’t matter. I promise.” He says, reaching up and wiping the back of his knuckles against your cheek. “If that’s what you’re worried about, I won’t let it happen.”

Marco clears his throat, stepping back into the room with Hongo. He’s carrying splints, gauze and wrapping, and Marco has a box in his hands that looks like a care package.

“Hairline fractures.” Hongo explains. “There’s just a couple and they’re minor. But I don’t want you to move that wrist for at least a week, at least no more than you have to.” He pulls up a rolling stool, as Thatch moves out of his way and sits across from you. “Casts can be a real pain, and I’m sending you off with two weeks of materials for this. You’re going to need help, but I have a feeling you’ll be surrounded by a bunch of people happy to help.”

You smile as Hongo walks you, Thatch, and Marco through the process of setting the splints and how to wrap them correctly. He even wraps Thatch and Marco’s wrists to show them the kind of tension they’ll need to use, since it won’t be easy to see if you’re in pain or not.

“Keep an eye on your fingers.” Hongo adds. “If they turn red or blue or just look weird, take the splint off. It might be too tight and cutting off circulation.” He pauses for a moment and then looks at you. You can almost see the gears spinning behind his eyes.

“Miss Kakusho, can you feel pain?”

You tilt your head at the question and then nod. “Of course.”

“On a scale of 1-10, how would you rate your wrist?” You furrow your brows and Hongo continues. “You know when you stub your toe, and it hurts really bad for a second, but then it’s not too bad?” You nod and he smiles. “Okay, if we say that initial pain is a three or four, and the dull ache after is more of a one or two, how’s your wrist feel compared to that?”

“… A four or five. It’s that initial pain, but constant.” You answer.

Hongo smiles. “Alright, that’s what I expected. There are some pain pills in the kit Marco has. If the pain gets worse, or if you just want a break from the pain you’re feeling now, take one. Even half of one. If the pain gets to where it you’re concerned, let someone know so they can get you back here. I’ll be in your file as your attending.”

“Does this place even have another doctor?” Marco teases.

“Humph. The new kid’s doing good,” he waves the conversation away. “Listen, doctor’s orders, don’t suffer in silence. Use these bastards like the work horses they are, and let the big oaf-.”

“He’s not an oaf.” You don’t yell, but you raise your voice and all three of them are looking at you. “Or.. Or a brute. He’s very kind, so please don’t call him an oaf.”

Thatch is looking up at the ceiling and Marco looks like it’s his birthday. His wide grin turns mischievous as he looks over at Thatch, who is pointedly trying to ignore everyone as he desperately attempts to regain his composure.

Hongo blinks in shock, and then smiles. “Noted, my apologies Miss Kakusho. Still, let Thatch pamper you while your wrist heals. He’ll be more than happy to attend you.” Hongo turns toward the others. “Marco, give that to Thatch, help me with this closing paperwork so these two can go to your dad’s house.”

“Sure, sure, yoi.” Marco smiles at you as he hands off the care package to Thatch. “See you at the house later, little firecracker.”

Thatch tucks the care package under one arm when Hongo and Thatch leave and holds his other hand out to you.

“Shall we?” He prompts and you smile softly.

“Yes, let’s shall.” Taking Thatch’s offered hand the two of you head out of the hospital.

Hongo wasn’t kidding when he said Thatch would be delighted to attend you. Every chance that presented itself was a sweet “Allow me,” from him as he opened every door that didn’t already open on its own for you. He even offered to buckle you in if you were having difficulties with it, and since you were struggling you accepted the offered help.

Despite how easy he seemed to blush and fluster, he was at ease as he reached over and buckled you in, giving you an easy smile when your eyes met for a brief moment.

“Thank you,” you say softly as he puts the car in gear.

“Of course. It’s probably cheesy to say, but I’ve always wanted to be able to, I don’t know, I guess pamper is the right word, but I’ve always wanted to pamper a pretty girl.” He admits, his cheeks dusting pink. “Pops says if I’da been born before the match program I’da been a womanizer.”

“I can’t imagine you treating someone that poorly.” You reply and Thatch coughs before he laughs.

“Thanks, doll.” He flinches and goes quiet for a moment after the words leave his mouth. “You know… I asked before, but I think I understand a lot more now, and I want to ask you something again, but don’t tell me the answer you think I want to hear, okay?”

You tilt your head, unsure of where he’s going with this. “I… will do my best.”

“I can live with that.” He clears his throat. “When we first met I asked if I could call you doll, and you’d said something about it being fitting.”

“I did.” You admit.

“I -.” Thatch stops and goes silent for a long moment. You sit quietly as he drives and eventually he sighs. “Are you really okay with me callin’ you doll?”

“Yes.” You answer quickly.

“… Can I ask why?”

You can feel the heat at the back of your neck, but you do your best to answer. “Because when you say it… it feels warm… and I think I like hearing you say it.”

“Then, I’ll keep saying it.”

The rest of the car ride was mostly silent. Thatch pointed out some places he worked when he was a kid as he drove by them. He talked a little bit about his high school years and how none of the other kids probably ever knew him and his brothers lived in a manor of all things. It was enjoyable to just listen to him, the timber and cadence of his voice was relaxing, and you were sure he was keeping his volume down for your sake.

You’d heard him bellow, even if it was only once, you were certain he could easily speak louder.

“Huh?” Thatch questions as he pulls clear of the tree line, bringing the manor proper into view. “There’s company?”

There was a black SUV car parked by the central fountain, and two men in black suits were standing at the bottom of the steps leading up to the main entrance. Pops was standing at the doors, with Izou and Haruta on either side of him. They looked relaxed, but there was something off about it that made you nervous.

“The hell is the NWO doing here?” Thatch grumbles, parking the car. “Hang on, I’ll come around and help you out.”

You nod, and Thatch comes around to your side, opening the door and undoing the seatbelt for you. He grabs the care package and then offers a hand to help you step out. The two of you walk up to the front doors and the two men in black turn toward you both.

One has a severe expression on his face, a striking stylized goatee, and - you must be imagining it - a pigeon on his shoulder. Long black hair gave him an ominous air, and you already decided you weren’t going to like him. The other was far friendlier looking, his short blonde hair and demeanor was in jarring contrast to his partner’s.

“You must be Miss Kakusho.” The blonde man says, giving you a bright smile. “My name is Kaku, and my associate’s name is Lucci.  We were hoping for a moment of your time.”

You look from Kaku to Edward Newgate. The older man’s expression softens, and he nods.

“We will welcome them if you want, Miss Kakusho, but you are not legally obligated to entertain them.” He explains, and you see Lucci’s expression twist for a second.

“I’ve… I’ve had a long day.” You begin and catch the barest flinch in Kaku’s smile. “Perhaps tomorrow? I’ll be at Thatch’s… at my home.”

“You feel safe here then?” Kaku questions and you nod. He lets a small sigh slip, and then smiles. “Very well Miss Kakusho, we’ll be by tomorrow.”

“Thank you for your understanding.” You say carefully, and Kaku gives you a cheerful wave as Lucci stalks away.

You stand in silence with everyone else as the car starts and the two pull away from the fountain. You don’t have to watch them leave, the eyes of everyone on the porch and Thatch are already on them.

“Are they gone?” You question so softly only Thatch hears you.

“Almost.” He answers going quiet for a few more seconds. “They’re past the tree line now they, whoa!” Thatch almost drops to his knees, catching you with an arm around your waist as your legs buckle. He tosses the care package up to Izou, and holds you steady as you try to stand on shaky legs.

You’re almost crying in relief, but it’s been too much for a single day. Your mom coming over on the heels of your father the day before. Spilling everything to Thatch, and you still weren’t sure that was the right call, but you didn’t have a choice, and then the trip to the hospital. You were grateful you had lunch, but now it was sitting uneasily in your stomach.

The NWO agents had been entirely too intense, and you had no idea why they had been here.

“You’ve faced down a lot today, Doll.” He says reassuringly. “It’s okay, I got you.”

“I can’t,” you try to put weight on your legs again but they just crumple again. “I can’t seem to stand.” There’s an edge in your voice, a fear that if you can’t walk you’ll be a burden, but the rising concern breaks as you let out a surprised yelp. Without a word, Thatch turns you easily and picks you up just as effortlessly.

One arm under your thighs, he has your good arm against his chest, and his hand against your other shoulder, steadying you as he stands. It takes you a second to catch up to what’s happened, but you look over at Thatch, who is close, very close, of course he’s close he’s carrying you right now, and feel the heat rise in your face.

“Hang in there. I’m just going to get you inside.” He says quietly, and you swear you can feel the heat rolling off him as much as yourself.

You decide to focus on the yellow scarf around his neck as he steps into the house, so you don’t really see anyone else, you just feel the sensation of Thatch walking. You don’t notice the expressions on anyone else’s face, so you don’t know if they’ve noticed your injuries or your embarrassment, but no one says anything until you get settled in.

“Put her in my chair.” Newgate instructs as Thatch heads to the living room.

“Sure, Pops.” He shifts you carefully, setting you in a large leather chair that is every bit as comfortable as it is imposing. You feel a bit like you’re doing something wrong, but the fact that you were effectively ordered to sit here makes it easier.

“Why were the NWO here?” Thatch asks as the other three file into the living room and sit down. He stays standing, one arm resting on the back of the large leather chair.

Pops waves the question away. “Pointless reasons. It seems Miss Kakusho’s parents have little else better to do than to lie to the government.”

Izou catches your gaze for a moment, a dark look on his face before he banishes it with a smile. “Seems we should’ve risked poisoning the gardens after all.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head, but Izou just continues to smile politely until his father clears his throat.

“Miss Kakusho,” he hesitates even as you look toward him. The look on his face reminds you of how Thatch was looking at you when he found you under the dining table earlier that day. “What happened, child?”

You start from the beginning. How you found the phone in your things, and the note attached to it. You were exhausted from the long day, but you didn’t have the energy to be emotional about any of it, so it made it easier to talk through, step by step. Haruta got up and made everyone something to drink as soon as you mentioned the rogue phone.

You could feel Thatch tense beside you when you got into detail about your father’s threat in the warehouse. Marco came into the living room when you started talking about your mother’s visit that morning, the smile, and greeting on his lips fading into a dark expression.

They all listened silently as you reached the point when Thatch came home. He took over at that point, telling them about the conversation you two had, the hospital stop and then ending up here.

“With the agents showing up, I’m betting your mother told your father what she’d done and they reacted in a panic.” Haruta offers. Out of everyone else in the room he seems to be managing his emotions the best. He’s neutral, but even Izou looks visibly angry.

“We can adjust easily enough.” Newgate says, looking down at you. “Miss Kakusho, I think it would be wise if you rested before dinner. Afterward we’ll discuss some things and decide on what to do going forward.”

You nod, the offer of rest, and the weight of the day, already making your eyes heavy. The large chair was very comfortable, and you wondered idly as sleep took you, if that was why Mr. Edward had insisted you sit in it.

[batsplat]

i also think that marc’s single minded focus leads him to ignore people who are significantly less talented than him (no offense). it seems like there are some people who would LIKE to beef with marc, but he simply catalogues their crimes against him (or however he sees it) and uses that as motivation to very tidily beat them. and maybe vale was more ready to “stoop to their level” so to speak — although, like you said, MOST of his feuds were with quite talented riders

(follow up to this) all of them were quite talented riders! but again, what you're talking about can really be explained through competitive necessity. marc's career has quite a few seasons where he's well clear of the field and quite a few seasons where he's not competitive at all, whereas valentino has far more seasons where he's top three of the championship without being completely dominant. that's the thing right, marc's spats aren't with riders he's currently engaged with title fights in. and valentino wasn't doing all that much stooping either - he too has various minor spats of the marc variety... but they've been forgotten about because it just wasn't that serious. all of valentino's major feuds are with riders he got into title fights with

I'm not saying that marc isn't single minded or that he isn't arrogant, because obviously he's both of those things. and yes, he does tend to adopt quite an isolationist approach in that he mostly keeps the grid at a distance. and yes, sometimes riders criticise him and he mostly does not engage. but at the same time, all the spats you're thinking about here just aren't the kind of things that escalated into feuds for valentino either, so you're comparing apples and oranges really. the closest point of comparison we have is valentino's rivalries with biaggi/sete escalating and marc's with dovi not doing so... but like. marc isn't ignoring a string of provocations in that rivalry. there's just more compelling reasons you can point to for that not escalating, like the competitive stakes in the marc/dovi rivalry or indeed dovi's personality. you can also point to valentino being more proactive in the biaggi rivalry - but valentino wasn't stopping at that point. he didn't have some divine insight to know his talent levels were greater than biaggi several years before they began competing on-track. when he triggers that feud, he is for all intents and purposes the underdog in that dynamic

the closest you get to a marco bezzecchi-type situation for valentino is... I mean, honestly even melandri is pushing it because that guy was at least runner up to valentino and theoretically might have come to pose a competitive threat - but notably, that's actually a dynamic where you can say valentino was going by the marc playbook in brushing off questions about the conflict, kinda just ignoring it was happening while going about his business. valentino also wouldn't beef with an alex rins equivalent, not at the 2019!marc stage of his career, unless there were a compelling competitive justification... likewise, valentino isn't notably more proactive in roughing up dani and casey in 2006 than marc is with fabio in 2019 - they go about it a little differently, yes, but broadly it's on the same reasonably muted level of shenanigans. marc has more low level beef with various riders on the grid than valentino did, partly just because he's less well-liked in general, but he's not been put into situations where that was ever going to escalate into a full-blown feud. now, if you put jorge in these scenarios then, yes, I imagine that absolutely could get... unpleasant, and he's got more of an inclination to punch down anyway. but valentino? nope. remember, he generally had a reputation for being an affable rider and getting along with most of his competitors. obviously we focus more on the feuds now because they're so flashy and memorable, but that's a very very long career - and one that's reasonably light on any major beef with anyone who wasn't one of his main career rivals

anyway, look, again I'm not saying you're wrong necessarily in that marc is more inclined to withdraw than valentino is. and he DOES have some alien-based tunnel vision, hence dovi not getting any attention in his self-produced documentary. or that thing he's been doing in pressers this year where he starts reminiscing about fighting the aliens at any conceivable opening while a deeply unaffected pedro acosta sits next to him. like, I do agree with you about what marc's working process typically looks like, I just don't think it's really the reason why he's been slumming it on the feud count. valentino himself tended to brush off most instances of his competitors being critical towards him because he could afford to, and only got into feuds against rivals who were broadly speaking on his level. in valentino's feud with casey, valentino didn't have the option of dismissing casey. there was no stooping involved - because casey was not a less talented rider than valentino. casey's the extreme example, but it's true in general of valentino's rivals. yes, the working process might look different, but broadly speaking marc and valentino were exactly as likely to start feuds with riders they have never been in a title fight with - aka not at all. marc might be more inclined to cut himself off from the rest of the grid than valentino was, but unfortunately he's also had rather an easy task on his hands in that regard. he's not had anyone both willing to beef with him and capable of posing a significant enough competitive threat (when he himself has been competitive). shame, really