#i laughed too hard once and it alerted them 😭

[nexus-nebulae]

ok i get that people will have sex in some weird places both irl and in fiction but when a show has two characters trying to fuck in a hospital i cannot suspend my disbelief whatsoever bc when i was in the hospital any time my heart rate went Slightly above average a nurse would be in my room within minutes, if they've got a character hooked up to a heart monitor they'd notice that shit immediately

[star-suh]

Happy-ly Ever After: The Spa

Ricky Shen x Male Reader

an: last part of the happy spa trilogy, also i became lazier so i won't be writing content warnings anymore 😭

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yn hasn’t had sex for a long time due to university assignments so when the opportunity appears, he takes it but first he has to get ready for the occasion. he decides to visit a famous spa that is said to have the most pretty and gorgeous people in the world. “i have to make sure if that’s true” he mutters while locking the front door.

the bell on the door rings, alerting the receptionist that someone just arrived, “hey hello, my name is matthew, how can i help you today?”. “hello, i want a massage and some uhmm… depilation.. y-you know where” yn says embarrassed. matthew lets out an almost quiet laugh, “sure buddy, let me guide you to the locker rooms so you can change your clothes and then go to this room” he hands him a card with a number on it, “enjoy” he smiles at yn.

yn nervously awaits for the person who’s gonna service him when the door creaks open, revealing a tall and handsome guy. “good afternoon, my name is ricky and i’m gonna be in charge of you for the rest of the day” he confidently says, “so a massage and a depilation.. wax?” his question being responded with a little yeah from the client.

the massage started, ricky made sure to put enough body oil so the movements of his hands were smooth, pressing the right pressure spots, relieving yn from the stress.

“how are you feeling mr. ln?” the masseur’s hands kneading the skin as if it were bread dough, moans coming out of his mouth “it feels so good mr.” he praises “the best feeling. i feel as if i’m on top of a fluffy cloud”. yn completely relaxes on the mattress, his body glistening with the yellow and white lights around the room. “okay, time for waxing” unexpectedly ricky slaps yn’s ass making him gasp in surprise, “what?” he says looking around. “you asked for it, ricky pulls out the card matthew gave yn before, a massage and a depilation you know where” ricky hides the card on his pant’s pocket, “the wax is ready man, so sit on all fours or whatever position your comfortable, what matters is that your ass is wide open for me to do a good job”. ‘why’s he smiling like that? yn thought, ‘he seems like he enjoys this type of work’. yn obeys but he just sits with his legs on each side of his body, near the mattress edge, his ass wide open and hole visible for ricky who makes a wow with his mouth and bit his lower lip.

he starts spreading the wax with a device that leaves a thin film of it on yn’s ass, ricky just needs to peel it and ta-dah the hair is gone. he continues repeating the process all over yn’s ass until it’s completely smooth, “something special for tonight?” ricky asks, sensing the reason for the waxing. but yn was too embarrassed to answer, after all he has his ass in front of an unknown’s face. “tough crowd huh” ricky murmurs, continuing doing his job. yn hears when ricky puts the device on a table near them and think he can go already but ricky’s hand grips his left ass cheek hard stopping him from stepping outside the massage bed, “i’m not done with you mr., it’s the turn of your hole to be waxed” despite his smile yn could sense ricky was getting annoyed by his actions. ‘don’t worry yn this is just the last part’ he says in his mind and as if ricky had read his thoughts he mutters an ‘it’s not the last part’.

yn’s hole clenches on air while being smeared on the wax, this time ricky was using his hands, with gloves of course, he then peels the film of wax in little chunks until it’s gone completely, once again repeating the process until all is clean and smooth. at this point yn has given up, he was now face down ass up, his hole clenching right in front of ricky’s face, “look who’s being cute all of a sudden” ricky pours some cream on his hand and smears it on yn’s ass, he starts to pretend as if the hole was yn’s face, talking to it. sometimes his hand slips right above the pulsating hole disguised as accidental touches, “sorry” he mutters everytime it happens. yn was getting aroused, the same as ricky, who’s bulge started to appear on his silky pants. yn’s dick gets hard, the mere thought of someone as hot as ricky doing those types of things to his hole clouds his mind. ricky blows air from his mouth directly to yn’s hole, it clenches on it. as if he was being hypnotized ricky slowly moves his face closer against the other, whispering sweet nothings to it, his mouth opens, it was watering, eager to taste that ring of muscles. finally his wet tongue mets with it, he licks a strip from his balls to his hole, “fuck” he couldn’t hold it anymore, latching his lips on the needy hole, draggin’ his tongue around and inside it, ravaging it completely. “mr. rickyyy” yn tried to push his head away from him but to no avail, ricky just replied with a moan indicating that he wasn’t planning to stop. the masseur’s hand grabs yn’s dick and closes around it, moving it up and down, “look at you, already dripping” ricky mentions when he touches yn’s wet tip, precum dripping of it, he use it to slick the shaft and make it more pleasurable for yn.

yn leaned on his back and holded his legs, knees near his chest so ricky could keep doing wonders with his tongue, “why are y-you doing this?” yn asked, curiosity getting the best out of him but ricky responded with a simple “it’s my job, i have to make sure i did it well. not a single hair so i think i did a good one” he winked and resumed his rimjob.

minutes passed and ricky has still his face buried on yn’s ass but this time he was jerking off too, pulling his pants and underwear down enough to pull his dick out. “just put it in already, please” yn begged, he wanted to feel something bigger and thicker, ricky’s tongue was not enough for him. “what about your date from later at night?. thought you were doing this for them?”, ricky rubs the puckered hole with two fingers then introduces them and moves them in a scissors motion to open it more, “i don’t care just do it” tears threatening to spill, overwhelming feelings taking over him. “say less”.

ricky’s thick cock pummels its way, its big head opening his walls so deliciously that yn moaned loudly, asking for more, the veins around the cock scrapping yn’s walls so damn good. “ufff tonight’s situation gonna eat good” ricky jokes, positioning his hands on yn’s shoulders to pound harder. the bed moved in a rhythmic pace, squeaking caused by every thrust. “you fuck so good” yn praises, driving ricky even wilder. he discards hispants completely, his bottom half completely naked. he lies down on the bed too and position yn on his side, slapping his shaft on the other’s back entrance, “ready?” he asks, “yeah” yn responds quickly. “i’m not gonna hold back” ricky adds, “i don’t give a fuck”.

his balls slapped against the other while still shoving his dick, “i’m not gonna stop until your ass remembers the shape of my dick and would only accept mine, no one else's. sorry for your situationship”. ricky bites yn’s ear and then lick the back of his neck. yn manages to be on top this time to ride his masseur, with his hands on each side of his hips, guiding him, “you like it mr. ricky?” he sits hard “am i your best client yet” yn says pouting, with doe like eyes that immediately rolled back when ricky hit on his sweet spot, his tip scraping around it, the pleasure expanding throughout his whole body. ricky likes how feisty yn tried to be, “yes mr. ln you’re the best cockwhore i’ve ever had”. yn stops the riding session, he just sits with ricky’s dick still inside, he starts to move his hips and hump on him with all the strength left on him, this caused his hole and therefore insides to contract so tight that ricky came instantly. yn’s inside being flooded by ricky’s sticky spooge, the liquid went down ricky’s shaft and balls, dripping on the mattress, ricky gasped for air, still holding yn’s hips while riding his high, “fuck this was indeed the best fuck. i’ve never had someone to make me cum so easy” ricky praises, he stands up to clean himself and then yn.

“thank you for today, hope you enjoyed it fully” ricky thanked yn while waving goodbye, “hope i can have you here some time soon”, yn turns around and smirks at him. trust, this is not gonna be yn’s last visit to the spa, the happy ending spa.

[daphwritesworld]

"Her little angel would never think of something so fit for a punishment" OH KEIRA, SHE DEFINITELY WOULD

Miss ma'am wants to be fucked in every sense of the word, she'd do anything to have her girls be ruining her

"They haven't gotten to that point yet" I'm so obsessed with the idea of Leah being punished by Keira for the first time 😭 Leah would 100% act all tough and insistent that Keira 'can try all you want but do you really think I'm gonna lay down and take it? I think fucking not.'

Spoiler alert, she does. Takes a little breaking down but Leah finds it so hot when Keira is rough with her.

-🧠

oh she definitely would, but this still so fresh Keira really thinks R plays an innocent part in all of this. she really thinks Leah crawled into bed and seduced R. she has no clue it was R who pressed her ass back against Leah and initiated things. Leah was just pressing kisses across her shoulders. an innocent task that Keira herself had tasked her with— oh but R had to be a little slut and tease Leah. and doing it while wearing those thin little pajama shorts with the watching tank top? yeah it was doomed from the start.

that’s why Leah made her record, as a punishment of her own. told her “nuh-uh. i’m not touching this pussy until you hit record. be a good girl and show Keira how hard i can make her pretty little girlfriend cum.”

but FUCKKKKK!!!!!!!!! i can imagine it’s not too long after they all become an official couple— a few weeks at the longest. because Leah is always pushing Keira’s buttons and using R to do it. Keira can see the way Leah’s corrupting their sweet sub of a girlfriend has to put het food down. because R sees the way Leah gets away with shit and thinks she can do the same— but that ends tonight.

Keira probably goes to take a shower by herself while R is making dinner and Leah is taking a nap on the couch. she’s not even gone 15 minutes, but that’s allll the time those two need. because when Keira retreats back downstairs in her comfy clothes and wet hair she walks into the kitchen only to be filled with anger. bc there is R bent over the counter with Leah behind her— the smell of burnt food still lingering even after Leah had moved the pan. i bet it takes all of 10 seconds for Keira to have both of them by the hair— dragging them back up stairs until they reach the bedroom. Leah’s motormouth running a hundred miles a minute as she struggled against Keira’s grip.

“Let go of me you fucking twat! i think you’ve got me confused with y/n— because i’m not your bitch you get to boss around!”

and oh that makes Keira chuckle darkly. she throws them both down on the bed as she crawls on top of Leah to keep her pinned there. then she turns her head to look at R and gives her a nod towards the closet, “Get my ropes for me, baby.” and oh R follows every little command right now. oh she wants to see where this goes. Leah getting punished instead of her? oh she’ll gladly turn into Keira’s little helper for that.

“you’ve lost your fucking mind if you think i’m laying down and taking it!” and this next part is really what gets her in trouble, “especially from you!” and oh she keeps going to. running her mouth with venom spitting off of her tongue.

and Keira just laughs as she secured the knots into place as she ties Leah down and immobilizes her. Keira’s head would once again turn to R’s direction. and this whole time she’s been sat on her knees, hands folded in her lap waiting on instructions. just like Keira’s trained her— so she lets her have a kiss. the first once given since this whole debacle started. “now go get my cock for me, love.” and R hesitates a little before she gets up, “uhh which one?”

“the purple one.” aka the biggest one Keira owns.

“oh you’ve really lost your bloody mind—” but she gets cut off when Keira shoves R’s soaked panties into her mouth as a gag.

“brats don’t get to talk. now shut up and let me stretch this pussy out,” and then she’s letting two of her fingers slip into Leah the same as she had done to R earlier.

“and you” Keira turns back towards R. “don’t even think about touching yourself. i’ll deal with you when i’m done with this one. she’s got a few lessons to learn tonight,” and then she landing a slap down onto Leah’s inner thigh with her free hand that isn’t buried inside her cunt.

uh annnnnyywaaays i’ll go more into detail about this later but 🤭 had to write a lil something as soon as i saw this hehe

[alaskan-wallflower]

Ok I’m trying to think of some fluffy stuff

• the gang all trust each other so much that they’ve almost all fallen asleep on all of each other at some point. It means a lot for them tbh since people like Johnny and Dally, even Steve, have to be alert a lot of the time, so them being vulnerable with the gang really shows their trust

• just picture Darry teaching everyone how to swim and whoever is afraid/isn’t a good swimmer just clinging to him like a wet cat

• Soda is such a sleepy snuggler, if he’s getting tired he’ll cling to whoever is closest. Everyone has had to deal with a clingy Soda at least once, Darry and Pony are the biggest victims at home and Steve has to deal with it everyday at work but they don’t mind because Soda is just adorable and precious when he’s sleepy

• once Pony was sick but Darry and Soda couldn’t get off work so Two-Bit watched him and Darry came home to Pony bundled up on the couch and Two-Bit cooking soup and cleaning the kitchen like a housewife wearing a kiss the cook apron. He laughed so hard he cried but he was actually extremely grateful

• they’re all just so touchy and affectionate. More often than not it’s mainly wrestling, shoulder squeezes, stuff like that but also lots of hair ruffles, arms around shoulders or waists, lots of hugs :)

• idk if this is canon or not but Darry will just pick anyone up and move them out of the way. They’re all so used to it by now even Johnny doesn’t even flinch when he feels Darry just hoist him up and out of the way like a ragdoll

• all ticklish. All instigators. No one is safe

I hope these were fluffy and fun ❤️🎞️

awwwww! these are all so cute 😭😭 i love the fact that even johnny doesn’t flinch at them, it’s so cute 🥺 i love these fools-also dart kits being a rock for people who don’t like the water is so real. i wanna cling to him, i just know he would be sooooo warm too, ugh, i wanna cuddle him :/

these are genuinely so so cute :(

[sunny-ssunset]

Tweek x reader coworkers au?? Maybe college age as well?? (Also tysm you for all of your content:))

Y/n's coffee catastrophe!

Tweek Tweak x GN! Coworker!College Au! Reader

Divider by some random website on google 😭

Masterlist!

Y/n's first day on the job! I mean how could it possibly go wrong?

♡Thank you so much!!!! My works are usually aged up to any age over 18 and you can imagine whatever makes you comfortable (except highschool au, and they are 18 year old seniors anyways) I'll try to incorporate college into it lol. I've tried writing this in a different perspective than i usually do, Idk if it will work but please let me know, If you imagined something a bit different let me know and i can write something else lol

First day on the job!!! My first proper job!! I hope i'm good, i mean i cant remember the last time i made a coffee. Actually i dont think i have ever made a coffee. Wait come to think of it why did they hire me? Maybe Its because all i have to do is make coffee, how hard can that be pfft-

"Are you the new kid? We could use you over here. Tweek show them what to do." Said a tall brunette dude, he must be the manager i guess??? or maybe that blonde guy is the manager? or his he too youn- "H-Hey! New guy!" Oh shit the twitchy blonde guy called me over, He must be tweek!

"Hiiii!!!! I'm Y/n" I think I sounded a bit to enthusiastic ew... "GAH!! U-Uhm- I'm tweek" He avoids eye contact alot. "Do you h-have experience working in a place like this before???" Oh shit. Maybe he is the manager? Is this my interview or- "Y-Y/n?"

"Oh god sorry!! I havent had my morning coffee!!" Pun intended. "Not in a work environment but i loveee coffee and I make it everyyy morning so i guess???" That was a lie. I hate coffee. "I-I like coffee too" AWWW his smile was so cute when he said that!!!!

"Uhm so you grab a cup, t-take it to this machine here and then press these buttons" He demonstrates, i mean how hard can it be right?

SPOILER ALERT!!! ITS SO HARD!!!! THESE PEOPLE WANT SO MUCH FROM ME I'M JUST A SIMPLE SOUL TRYING TO EARN SOME CASH TO PAY OFF MY COLLEGE TUITION!!! WHY DID TWEEK LEAVE WHAT AM I MEANT TO DOO!!!! AHHH SINCE WHEN DID THE QUE GET SO BIG!!!

"Hello? I ordered a flat white ages ago???" AHHH WHAT EVEN IS A FLAT WHITE. THESE CUSTOMERS ARE SO DEMANDING!! I NEED TO FIND LIKE A LIST OR SOMETHING THAT TELLS ME WHAT THESE COFFEE COMBINATIONS ARE!!!

"Y-Y/n? Gah-! Your worse than me when I first started! Scrambling around like that!" Tweek chuckled, It's sweet he's trying to make light of the situation, WAIT! I think he has gotten a bit more confident with me!!!

"Tweek help what is a flat white!!!"

"So you g-get a shot of espresso and froff some milk, add them together and it makes a flat white" WAIT TWEEKS STOPPED STUTTERING AS MUCH AROUND ME YAY!!

The rest of the day Tweek helped me bring down the que. I think he feels a bit guilty for leaving me. Also I think he has realised I dont know anything about coffee! At least he didnt snitch! And I guess making coffee isnt actually that hard once you get the hang of it!!!

"Hey tweek, Thank you for helping me today, I think i underestimated the job a little bit!!" I giggled. "I-its okay I mean trust me, I have seen worse" He laughs back, awww he's blushing!! You know what i might aswell shoot my shot! "Hey tweek, wanna go grab a coffee sometime?" "GAHH- TOO MUCH!!!" He scribbled something down on a left over recipt, handing it to me as he ran off. WAIT HE LEFT ME HIS NUMBER WOO!!!

I guess i'll send him the details later haha!!

Dividers by @k1ssyoursister

[stargirlfics]

Alrighty, once again I humbly come to you with more self indulgence because I just heard the LOUDEST cracks of thunder right now and my whole house SHOOK and well, yeah, you know 😩😭 Your Joel ones I reread and they bring me such comfort every time, I'm reading them again now 😭🥹💕

Alright, being up in Wayne Tower, if it rains or storms, it's gonna be scary especially with the windows and being up high and yeah 😵‍💫

Could I ask for some headcanons for early established relationship with Alfred comforting you during a storm?

He went to bed before you, but as soon as you heard the rain and saw the lightning flash, you race to join him under the safety of the covers as the thunder cracks. You try not to wake him as your arms try to fit around his torso while he sleeps. You're tucked right up against him like he's a shield, but you're eyes are just open, wide awake, occasionally glancing over to the window whether or not you can see out of it. You're trying not to tremble and trying your best to still your restless limbs, but you can't help it. Mumbling soft and embarrassed apologies to Alfred if he wakes.

You haven't mentioned anything like this to him before, being too embarrassed about it and worried he would think you were being silly and overreacting.

Thank you so much 😭💕 Please take your time! I just wrote this while it was on my mind while I try to catch my breath rn 😩😵‍💫

Aww friend I’m so happy I could bring you some comfort, I still remember and go back to the Joel ask you sent me, it’s one of my favorite hurt/comfort blurbs! 💓💓💓

Oh and of course! It’s the way I had some thoughts of Alfred being really sweet and caring during a bad storm floating around my brain this morning, we synced up lol no but I really love this! 🥺 he would make you feel so safe I just know it!

I have a headcanon that Alfred definitely sleeps soundly but also isn’t hard to wake, he’s spent so many years having to be attuned to his surroundings and keep alert and then with Bruce, ready to answer a midnight call if he should need his help

He’s a little harder to accidentally wake when it’s raining or storming out, I feel like he’s fond of that kind of weather but when it’s you, then, tucking yourself against him and whispering out apologies he knows something is off by the slight waver in your voice and then he notices you tremble with every lightning flash or boom of thunder

The way his first thought would be to cup your face, gently prompting you to look at him, and when you apologize again, embarrassed and worried he’s gonna laugh at you for being scared, he hushes you sweetly, sitting up a little to cradle you

“Please don’t apologize, my darling. There’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’re safe with me.”

He does it so easily, moving so his body blocks the window, till you can only see and feel him around you and it makes you cling to him, already feeling a little better hearing him reassure you

“Easy, love. You’re doing so well! I’m right here, nothing can get you here, I promise.”

“How about I read to you for a bit hm? I think that will help while we wait out this storm, I know we didn’t get to finish the chapter we were on before dinner.”

It’s not even a second thought for him, he’s already reaching for the book on his nightstand, hushing you sweetly when you tell him you don’t want to mess with his sleep, you were just a little scared and the admission makes you want to hide your face but he won’t let you, telling you that he’s happy to do this for you

Please I’m so soft! Alfred kissing your forehead softly and whispering to you that you’re safe, that he has you and won’t let anything happen as the storm continues, you jump or shiver every now and then but less as the sound of his voice reading aloud to you kinda takes over everything else, it being all you can focus on because he’s so captivating to listen too!

He keeps you tucked against him, still making sure you’re not bothered by the window or what you can or can’t see and he makes a mental note to draw the curtains shut tighter when you calm down a little more, he just wants to focus on you and making sure you feel okay first 🥺💕 it’s making me so soft to think about!

Know this wasn’t much but I hope it brings a smile to your beautiful face! I adored indulging in this thought, Alfred is the best!

[stuckinmymind22]

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

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

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

excerpt:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

here's the playlist for everything

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

Holy shit.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For real?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~

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

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

Calm down, you scold yourself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~~~~~~

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

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

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

“You first,” Ace stands his ground. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BONUS:

they both wingmaning ace independently tbh

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

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

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

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

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

thank you for reading ily 💕

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[kasaneteto]

roommate posting again

so i had the Big Talk with him about how him not doing chores and not paying me back isnt okay blah blah blah, he was receptive to it and owned up to his shortcomings, all around went pretty well. he’s set a reminder thing on his phone to alert him to when its time to do chores and he does them. all should be well……but man. even with him doing the chores its just…. like how do i tell someone that when you sweep you have to move things and sweep underneath them yknow. idk if i can do this. i shouldnt have to teach a grown ass man how to clean. but thats exactly what i have to do.

its like. its the little things you know? i have these two friends who ive been in talks with about replacing him when the lease renewal comes up in august. and in this amount of time (couple months) ive noticed so many small things about them that are like. soooo thoughtful and considerate and RESPONSIBLE compared to my current roommate. take for example when we all three went out to smoke on the patio. nahale brought out the stool for thomas to sit on, and without me having to say anything brought it back in and put it where it goes. erik would sometimes follow finn & i out while we smoke to keep talking to us and bring the stool for himself to sit on… then leave it out there when he followed us back inside. or when erik watches after the cats while im away vs when tom&nahale watch them. when erik watches them i come home and the litterboxes havent been emptied for three days and they are clearly starved for attention. but when i had T&N do it the litterboxes were not only clean but they had been SWEPT around AND THEY TRIMMED PIXIES CLAWS FOR ME 😭😭😭 its the little things like that. just having someone responsible that i could rely on and will do little things like that for me because they care and want to help… thats the kind of environment i want to live in. not one where i constantly feel like im picking up after someone & need to be on guard/conservative of my energy. which brings me to the other thing ive realized isnt going to change

erik is a 100% extrovert and id argue to his detriment. like he requires constant attention and validation in order to be happy. he can’t meet your world with his world, he needs you to be in his world with him. if that makes sense. im kind of on the cusp of introverted/extroverted but lean a little more towards introverted. living with erik makes me a hardcore introvert. being in the same room as erik is seen by him as an invitation to talk, and once you give him an inch he’ll try to take a mile. that isnt to say its a negative thing about him its just his nature to he social in that way. but its also just like… the same thing over and over. like he cant stand to let the conversation die so he’ll just keep repeating himself. this is better explained via example so let me paint a picture:

the cats figured out how to bust into the kitchen cabinet that the trashcan is in, so in order to prevent them from digging through the trash i installed child locks. if youre unaware of them and yank the cabinet too hard it can rip them off so you have to be careful. erik and i both do stuff like that a lot so i put a little sign on the counter that says “DONT 4GET CHILD LOCKS” but since its on a strip of tape all the words look kinda mashed together & erik commented on this saying “i keep reading this 4 like an a and it makes me feel like an italian guy wrote this” and in response i chuckled and said “donta forgeta child locks” and he just. wouldnt stop saying it after that. he laughed much harder than i did and then just kept loudly saying that while doing things in the kitchen (clearly trying to get me to join in but truly it was not that funny to me) and that kind of thing is just so exhausting to be around. its like my dad. just talking at you, not with you.

so anyways its gotten better but fundamentally i think we are just not compatible to be living together. i love erik hes a good friend and a funny guy but he isnt someone i feel comfortable around most of the time unfortunately. he needs to be a “hang out with on occasion” friend not a “see you every single day” friend like he is now. im realizing just how many friends in my life are draining my cup rather than filling it

[3smo]

naoto tachibana !

warning: part 2 of this post. just something small. dom reader. masturbating kinda. leg riding? degradation. mean reader. sir/ma'am is used once. aaa i didnt like how this turned out 😭.

"is there something you want to tell me?" you raised a brow at the man in front of you. he places his hands in front of him, furrowing his brows.

you place your leg over the other, tilting your head to watch him closely. he gulps and squeezes his hands even tighter.

"what do you mean?" he sends you a wobbly smile. you return it in a sly manner. you made sure your office door was shut before turning your attention back to him.

"i know you touch yourself to me." naoto flinches, eyes wide. his lips part and a huff leaves him. "did you think i wouldn't find out?"

naoto's face heats up as he looks down, his shoulders tense.

what shocked you the most was that it was just a theory and now that he's practically admitted to it you couldn't help but laugh at him.

naoto's vision goes blurry, his eyes well up with tears from embarrassment. yet he doesn't understand how he could get hard at this situation. the painful throb in his pants reminds him to cover himself up.

"pervert." you were being a hypocrite. "you're actually getting hard from this?"

naoto's shoulders shake at your scoff and he bows his head even further.

you stand up, walking in front of your desk. "speak up, are you mute?"

"no, sir/ma'am..."

"(name)." naoto peaks at you through his hair. you lean against your desk and cross your arms. "call me (name)."

he can feels your eyes on his body, stopping at his burning, red ears. you cup his cheeks and rise his face up so he was looking at you properly.

his eyes are filled with tears and his expression is bashful, you can't help but coo at him. "am i making you uncomfortable?"

"no.. (n-name)."

"do you like this?" you look down at the bulge in his pants. were you too harsh..

"yes" he pants out, drool slips past his lips. he looks at you with wide, teary eyes. as if he was pleading, like a small puppy. "please! um, please help me.."

a smile grows on your face, this is what you've been dying to see. and that phone call alerted you to do something about it. even though you were reluctant to show how much you wanted him.

"yeah?" he nods. the strict and composed naoto was nowhere to be seen. you really want to see him at his breaking point. it would feel so relieving and satisfying, but you had to wait. "won't you get on your knees for me?"

he's breathing heavily as he sinks to the floor without another word. his palm pressing down on his bulge to relieve himself. you use your foot to remove his hands and lightly press down. naoto gasps loudly, quickly reaching out to grip your leg.

"keep your hands behind your back and keep quiet." naoto whimpers, obeying your words. "you wouldn't want to alert the others what we're doing, right?"

he bit his lip, resting his face against your thigh. a quiet whine leaves him when you move your leg so it was positioned under him.

"go on." you say. naoto tilts his head slightly in confusion. you press your leg against his bulge, urging him to rut against it. "be a good boy and follow orders, tachibana."

naoto frowns, the blush growing even more. you could feel the heat of his cheeks against your thigh. he tries to not be greedy. instead, focusing on his hard cock on your leg.

just like when he rode the pillow earlier, naoto rises his hips and makes contact with your leg. he struggles to keep in his moans, concealing them with short, and panted gasps

he quickly gets the hang of it. he throws his head back, biting his bottom lip.

"m-more," he stammers in a small voice. his hips buck up on your shin, pre-cum staining his pants. he whines when you don't respond back. he wants to take his pants off...

naoto removes his hand from behind him to wrap them around his stomach. you let it slid. it's cute to see him so desperate for attention. he looks up at you. his shaky hips continue to thrust on your leg. you reach down to swipe his sweaty bangs away from his eyes.

he whimpers your name, never telling you what he wants. you were giving all that you wanted to. and naoto was a little selfish;

"what is it?" blood sweeps down his lip, his teeth had sunken in to harsh.

"(name)! please.." you raise a brow in question. naoto looks away to press a lingering kiss to your inner thigh - "touch me.."

...

[jihyocentric]

just a small little fill (since we know how you get with nahyo and i dont want you to overwork yourself 🙏): jihyo giving gp!nayeon a bj under the desk while she's working through some details of her solo with the company rep via online meeting

i feel called out 😭

-

if jihyo wants something, nothing can stop her from getting it.

during an online meeting, nayeon had to send jihyo away many times, aware that if she kept neglecting her, jihyo would come back again whinier, needier, and definitely more brave than before.

she didn't think the call would take long, and it's why she refuse to let jihyo get in the office as she worked, but what she'd told jihyo would take five minutes at max became twenty, and then half an hour had passed and jihyo had lost her patience.

at the sound of the door creaking, nayeon perked her head up, ready to tell jihyo to leave. she might want jihyo's company but it wasn't safe to have her there, not when jihyo wanted something nayeon couldn't give while she was in a meeting.

nayeon mutes herself, sighing when jihyo reached closer to her desk.

"i promise you it will only take ten more minutes." nayeon starts, trying to sound convincing. she'd told jihyo something similar not long ago.

it makes jihyo smile. "then i have ten minutes to get you ready."

"no, no, no!" nayeon objects, but jihyo drops to her knees in front of her anyway. she tries covering her pants with her hands but jihyo bites one of them and nayeon hisses. "what are you doing?!"

"take a guess." jihyo teases, opening the zipper of nayeon's pants and pulling it down along with her boxers.

nayeon gasps when she gets called by the people from her agency and unmutes herself, trying to pay attention to what they were asking her and give a proper answer.

jihyo touches her cock while she talks. it's still half hard, a proof that nayeon wasn't expecting jihyo to do that at all but it was hardening quickly with each stroke jihyo gave it, from the base to the tip. as it was dry, jihyo spat on her hand and stroked the girth, running her tongue around the tip to get a taste of nayeon's salty precum.

nayeon makes the mistake of looking down, meeting jihyo's eyes that looked right back at hers, as if jihyo was challenging nayeon to keep talking with a straight face, mocking her really.

jihyo moans as she takes nayeon's shaft in her mouth, the tip prodding at her throat as she slides half of it in her mouth, pumping the rest with her hand. the sound was muffled, but some of it could be heard in the call while nayeon spoke, alerting one of her managers.

"is everything okay, nayeon?"

nayeon offers them a forced smile, nodding. "everything is fine! my dog is just being a little brat today, you know how it is."

jihyo chokes and pulls away, laughing as low as she could, but nayeon grabs her by the hair and forces her down on her cock again, deeper than before. nayeon mutes herself again once the attention isn't on her anymore and looks at jihyo, proceeding to make her take more of her cock.

jihyo gags and nayeon doesn't let up, making jihyo swallow every inch of her, only letting her breathe when jihyo pats her thigh, feeling no pity when jihyo pulls away breathless.

"you don't have to be so aggre-" jihyo is about to complain and nayeon brings her back to her cock, guiding the rosy tip into jihyo's mouth and moving her hips upwards, pissed off.

"you're gonna take it the way i want." nayeon huffs.

jihyo closes her eyes, tearing up at the intrusion in her throat as nayeon fucks her face, whimpering when she feels like it is too much, but she never told nayeon to stop. she was satisfied, finally getting the attention she wanted, and even more so when nayeon comes down on her throat, hot, thick and difficult to swallow.

jihyo did her best, not wasting a single drop, sucking the tip until nayeon was soft again.

"wait for me on the bed. i'll be there in two minutes." nayeon tells her harshly.

jihyo nods and leaves with a slight smile on her face that she hid from nayeon, knowing it would make her angrier.

[photos-or-inkblots]

5B thoughts (you've been warned)

oh ANTON IVANOV is still around? like, the original one with the head in the jar? never recalled he stuck out this long

5x15 - 5x17

5x15: Rise and Shine

hydra is lowkey sexist

was that daisy ruby parallel deliberate?

“Do not question the Hydra way. You trust in the system." / “Why not?”

“Wake up! Me obeying you? That is weakness. You with your blind faith, with this stupid tradition, that’s weakness.”

it’s very much like S1 Daisy questioning SHIELD, which, at the time, happened to be infiltrated by Hydra

oh look it’s a jump drive (deadpan)

some of the dialogue’s clunky here i’ll admit, how tf did they let this happen

“You're familiar with Dr Whitehall?” / “I buried him. Go team.” STOOOOP 😭😭😭

bold of hale to assume daisy would even need gravitonium to quake alien ships apart (see season 7) *wink*

while it seems so unlikely that someone like Mack would say Fitz was good somehow in the Framework, he's probably grasping for straws to see if his friend is still there. (the doctor is a big No for me, the world in the Framework hit too close to home. to quote daisy, don’t defend that. not to me.)

they totally nerfed Yo-yo for this episode just so they could make the Invincible three work in the next episode, she was a whole ACTIVIST in Bogotá before all of this, the math kind of doesn't add up (though it kind of does with her forwardness, idk)

im so sorry daisy you deserve more than 24 hrs of sleep you deserve a break for a YEAR minimum.

here comes my most despised subplot of the show: “we are invincible.”

5x16: Inside Voices

i have to point this out: “ever since she’s been in charge, Daisy’s become some sort of a hard-ass.” and Daisy proceeds to not generally care whether or not Deke was late; “Was he late?” “I have no idea.” like, all that blaming just for it to not exist. i have to laugh.

the woman [Daisy] is desperate for someone else to be in charge if she’s willing to get polly and robin out of hiding just to get coulson back, but still she’s all but polite and kind to the both of them despite all that’s happened

how could you let jemma simmons, a woman of SCIENCE, stoop this low? [re: almost drinking lethal acid). if even fitz is unwilling, well, damn.

mack, you deserve better company than this.

this invincible three is such a fail for me. these three being invincible means they won’t be able to change the future since time is fixed; it means they FAIL the mission and billions of people die, how is this not a greater issue? how is this even a good thing?

okay, they just started antagonizing daisy like nothing ever happened, she was TRAUMATIZED; how could she be unjustifiably unreasonable like… i’m sorry, you did this. more fitz than jemma, but seeing 5x14 through is why this happened. like, y’all did something then you go around and blame the victim. again, i don’t know how they got people of sciences and humanities (elena was an art teacher once) to be this unlogical and unsympathetic. time for out of character alerts.

jemma sounds so detached, my god, this is just… bad, i’m sorry.

okay a thought just occured to me THIS IS SO FUNNY, it’s the invincible three being convinced they’ll survive the Earth’s destruction, ultimately falling back on what they know WILL happen at the end of the world, that causes the end of the world. it's another causal loop paradox. like,

"We found you–basically unharmed in the collapse, with destruction all around you […] you survived the destruction because you caused it.” (THIS JUST CAME TO ME hello????)

5x17: The Honeymoon

"Don’t make me the third wheel, guys" this episode is extra Fitzsimmonsy and is one I actually wasn't able to finish in one sitting because... there's only so much you could take guys let's be serious

ah, yes, the coulson-talbot duo. never thought i’d see this one again but this is a welcome surprise.

it’s tragic that someone like talbot ended up like this, he really didn’t deserve any of this.

i want to hear talbot’s blond jokes

also creel. love how they got the big guy right. try sticking this character in-person in daredevil and he won't stand out (even daisy imo). you can take the dude(s) out of hell’s kitchen but you can’t take hell’s kitchen out of the dude(s).

the writers were nasty for putting polly there when robin calls may “mom” like that would have to hurt, seeing your own child call someone else their mother. why did she have to be there come on

oh… daisy’s probably still recovering from 5x14, she looks tired.

DJ: “I just cannot imagine bouncing back and forth between the past and the future like that. It sounds terrible.”

DS: “God, finally, someone gets it. Thank you for saying that, 'cause it's been like a pretzel up here ever since I met up with you time travelers.”

this entitled prick. look growing up in the lighthouse doesn’t automatically make you an asshole, how did tess or flint not end up like that, come on

“I'm sorry about your... brain.” LOLS

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: daisy’s face card this season is PRISTINE, it’s like ‘my plot and fate is Fucked this season but at least i’m pretty while i try to keep some shit together’

may just had a conversation with robin that occurred in at least three different points in time. that is insane.

“I was trying to give you backup,”

“I didn't need your backup!”

yeah, deke, unsurprising for the woman you called a “weapon of mass destruction” and who, which i quote, “threatened to kill [you].” did chivalry just die in the lighthouse or is deke just… deke 🤦‍♀️

“oh for the love of flapjacks” i love that

this GLORIOUS may scene. this is one of the very few scenes where the show actually justified daisy’s actions. “maybe Daisy shouldn't have been [director] in the first place.” / “You don't think she should lead?”/ “I didn't say that. But she does need time.” btw it’s very concerning when a quality of a de-facto lead character just, chafes. probably nerfed her via 5x14 for this to work

piper needs a raise for keeping up with all of this. also, ain’t the way she and mack operating on deke the way pandemic med students are going to go through with their jobs lol

oh wow that shift from crying to emotionless… damn dove that’s some insane acting chops

oh, this interaction between daisy and talbot… it’s so sweet. i did see cal in talbot’s outburst and i think that was deliberate; lots of parallels and callbacks between fathers here (the other was the conversation about deke’s father in 5A, "I didn't meet my father until I was in my 20s..."). daisy, of course, the shining beacon, the “light in the darkness” so to speak (that 1x19 title was soooo referring to her) does her best to compensate with talbot’s trauma; apologizes for what it’s worth, reassures him as a father, tries to help in her own way as is with the transceiver (and MY GOD this is her defining quality in S1, and the fact that she hasn’t lost that through the past seasons… i am touched. tl;dr this whole scene is a culmination of her growth the past seasons and further cements daisy as an older skye. i am in my FEELS i need a minute)

invincible three update: all they had is recon and no plan. yo-yo deserves better company than this. she saved their asses by beating ivanov, not because the white het couple is “invincible” let’s be serious

oh and yo-yo tells them what future her told her. sure, but don’t forget to tell daisy before you hold it against her

“Looks like getting your arms chopped off isn't all bad.” i can’t believe i’m saying this but i’m not surprised at this point.

[cottonkendi]

NOOOO THE BAJI FIC IS TOO MUCH- ALTERNATE FLUFF ENDING PLS ? 😭 also i love your writing, looking forward to your next works !! <3

MASTERLIST

Baji Keisuke x f!Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Genre: Established relationship, fluff, crack(?)

Warning: Spoiler alert, cursed words, implied death(?)

Synopsis: Being in love with Baji Keisuke and his voice.

a/n: here's the little alternate ending for Your Voice~~ Thank you anon for the request and thank you for the support <333

Chapter 1 Alt. Ending

It’s been hours since you started listening to the recording on your phone. His words still ringing in your mind as you listen to the other recordings.

His voice soothes the pain in your heart but at the same time, everytime you breathe, it feels like something’s piercing through your lungs as you sob into your blanket, knees pulled to your chest with Baji’s shirt nestled under your cheek as you blankly stare at nothing, too busy with the images of Baji Keisuke flashing in your head.

Your parents had checked on you earlier but you only made up a half-assed lie, not knowing what else to do when you can only think of Keisuke.

Everytime you close your eyes, you swear that you can see him in front of you, hair caressing your cheek as he flips it from side to side. You can hear his laugh, can feel his caring touches. Your hand can still feel the way his calloused hands wrap around yours.

And God.

You can see yourself talking to him right now.

Through your tears and hiccups, you manage to whisper your words to the air, hoping that Baji can hear them as you recite the words that you’ve always told him.

I love you, Keisuke. I’ll love you for the rest of my life. Your voice is like music to my ears and I’d gladly listen to it for as long as you let me. Your love makes me love life. You make me want to live.

But alas, your vision gets blurry when you recognize the familiar words of the last recording.

“I know how much you love bike rides so, I’m hoping you’ll make use of my bike once I’m gone. Make new memories with it while I’m gone, okay? I’m so sorry for breaking my promise... Will it be alright if we fulfill our future in our next lives? I promise that I won’t leave you then. I promise to not hurt you, so I hope that you'll still love me by that time 'cause I sure will.”

You can’t control the way you feel a sting flashing in your chest as a broken laugh leaves your sore throat. “How can you say that, Keisuke? How can you expect me to make memories with your fucking bike when all my memories on it was with you? I can’t ride your bike without you, Kei. If I do, I might just ride off a cliff just so that I can follow you.”

Gripping the blanket tighter, you gently tug his shirt closer to you, the fabric pressed against your nose as you smell it. You tremble.

The shirt still smells like him even after being washed.

“Should I just give your bike to Chifuyu? Do you think he’ll accept that as an apology from the both of us? After that, maybe I can follow you so that we can fulfill our future in our next lives faste-”

“I didn’t think that you were serious when you said that you’d talk to me once I was dead.”

With your clouded vision, you catch sight of a silhouette by your window, the figure gently leaning against the wall as they stagger towards you. You’re about to scream, about to launch yourself at the figure and tackle them out the window if you had to.

But the moment you’re about to attack, your hazy mind recognizes the voice. You recognize the timbre and the little chuckle that leaves their mouth when he sees your dishevelled form. “I didn’t know that you’d cry this hard for me. If I had known, I would’ve visited you soone-”

Your body goes on autopilot, feet dragging you to the figure before you’re jumping in his arms, limbs wounding around his torso as you sob onto his chest.

Your fingers grip his clothes so tightly, afraid that maybe this is just your imaginations playing with you after hours of listening to his voice and crying. That maybe, you’ve managed to lie to yourself out of desperation and that you’ve gone crazy.

But after seconds of having him in your arms and his little grunts under his breath, you managed to talk yourself into believing that you are, in fact, not crazy and that your boyfriend who had blood spurting out of his mouth due to a stab wound is still alive and in front of you.

“Hey, I’m sorry. I know I should’ve had someone call you but I was unconscious and mum cried a lot when I woke up and I had to do something about that and it was very strict in the hospital-”

You pull away from him when you hear his words, your eyes scanning his form as you finally notice that he’s not wearing his normal clothes, instead, he’s wearing a patient’s gown.

By now, your tears have stopped falling and the hiccups are starting to go away. Rather, you gape at a grinning Baji Keisuke who’s wearing a patient’s gown, the hem slightly flowing as the wind enters your room. “What the fu- did you just come from the hospital? You’re still wearing the gown, what the, you climbed up my window in a gown? Do you have underwear on? What the fuck Keisuke. You should’ve just had your mum call me, I would’ve gone there anytime.”

You start to rant, mind swirling as you try to take in the information that’s being presented to you by a possibly boxer-less Keisuke who climbed up a window in the middle of the night after getting stabbed earlier.

It’s a lot to take in and even after knowing him for so long, you still didn’t expect something like this from him. “Oh my god, did you sneak out of the hospital? Oh my god Keisuke, you fucking idiot, you should’ve just called me, what if your wound got worse?! Oh god, what happened to you after I left? Is the wound stitched up? Did it need any stitch-”

Your words get muffled the moment his lips meet yours.

Your whole body freezes as his arms wrap around your waist. When you finally realize what’s happening, your own hands start to travel to his hair, fingers carding through the long locks as you cherish the moment.

His chapped lips are being molded into your own but then he pulls away even when you try so hard to pull him in once more.

With your chest pressed against his, you can feel the way it rumbles when he chuckles at your actions. “I know I promised to come visit you after so that you can take care of my wounds but I didn’t think you’re equipped enough to handle a stab wound so I decided to go to the hospital first.” He jokes a little, a teasing smirk plastered on his lips as he starts to gently caress your cheek.

His eyes turn solemn when he notices the tear stains on your cheeks along with your red nose and puffy eyes. Sighing, he presses a kiss to your nose, then to your cheeks before moving to your eyelids to which he gently hovers his lips over. And finally, to your lips.

He gives it a little peck before pulling away once more but then, your hands push his head closer to you, lips capturing his.

You’re about to tug on his hair if only the door to your room didn’t burst open, your panicking mother barging in.

“Y/N! Keisuke’s mother called and said he was missi-” Their words cut off when they saw the two of you immediately pull away from your little kiss, both of your cheeks heating up when your mother stared at the two of you for a few seconds. “Well, I guess he’s not missing anymore…” She trails off.

You don’t know what to say nor do when your father also walks in, keys in his hand, probably to do a quick drive around the city to look for Keisuke who’s currently in your room.

Seeing the awkward tension in the room, Baji tries to bow as a greeting to your parents, forgetting the wound that he’s currently sporting. So, instead of his usual carefree greeting, your parents get a grunt and a few curse words as Baji winces, hand going to his wound.

You’re immediately assisting him, eyes wide in worry as you let him lean on you for support.

“Okay then, darling, bring some change of clothes and the two of you go down, we’re driving you back to the hospital, Keisuke.” Your dad announces, already going down to start the car.

“Keisuke, as much as I appreciate you visiting my daughter in the middle of the night to comfort her, I think it will be better if you don’t sneak out of the hospital if you’re in pain. My husband and I wouldn’t mind if Y/N asked us to drive her to visit you, y’know? You’re like our son already.” Your mother whispers as she presses a soft kiss to Baji’s forehead. “And darling, pack some clothes and other things you’ll need if you want to stay in the hospital with Keisuke.”

With that, the two of you are left alone in your room, with Keisuke still leaning on you, both of you a little starstruck with what just happened.

“Well, I guess that means that your parents are fine with us getting married in the future, aye? It makes our little staycation at the hospital a lot less stressful now that I know that they like me that much.” You almost want to chuck your phone at Baji as he manages to joke around at a time like this.

“Shut up! I’m angry at you for the fucking recordings that you left in my phone!” You exclaim while packing some clothes in a small bag.

“Eh? You already listened to them?”

“Of course I did! I thought you died so I was crying my eyes out while listening to your voice! You fucking asshole! Who records a message with the thought of leaving it as some sort of death letter!”

Your eyes start to water as you shove the clothes in the bag, hands trembling a little. “You even said something about loving me in our next lifetime. Who the fuck does that? Were you planning on making me cry-”

Your voice catches in your throat when his arms wrap around your waist from behind. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make it seem like I was fully intending on leaving you. I just, you never know, y’know? I didn’t want to leave without telling you everything that I wanted to say. I love you so much. I just want us to be able to live the future that we always wanted.”

He ends his little speech with a chaste kiss to your lips as he slightly turns your head to the side. “Now, stop crying. We’re going to have a little hospital date for the whole week ‘cause the doctor said I have to stay there for the rest of the week.”

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