#i miss his old man eyebags

[phoenixmetaphor]

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oct 1 - aqua ring

man why does the aqua ring gotta look like… that.

… i am trying something new this october, which is to just.. focus on one au. which isn’t to say every piece will be in the same au, but just that instead of agonizing over prompts, i can just keep developing one idea.

i am also doing a new au. i’m too invested in most of the others to do rushed drawtober pieces for them 🤣

so here we goooooooooooo.

see the tags if you want to know vaguely where this is going. we’ll talk more about it later.

(btw, i am DEFINITELY not doing comics every day all month. i am not doing comics every piece nor am i doing them every day. i mean… let’s be real, it’s me, we’re doing good if you get like…. 4 pieces out of me in october.)

[verinarin]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞

18+| smut | service top! James; oral sex fem! receiving; grinding; James cumming on his pants; sweetest dirty talk but also patethic(?) I like my man old needy and pathetic.

You’ve always thought that a man who derived pleasure from their lover’s pleasure was a myth. Men in general are selfish entities, they’re takers, not givers.

So for a man moaning and whimpering as he delves his tongue deep into your velvety walls, now that’s a new one.

His name was James. You met him at a bar. The poor guy was a bit out of place. His face bore deep, pronounced eyebags.

His lips were chapped, with the skin close to peeling off; somehow, it made you want to kiss it until it was properly moisturized.

He seemed like he needed company–well one thing led to the other and now you have his calloused hands squeezing your thighs.

Pushing the supple flesh flushed against your chest as he feasts upon you like a deranged starved man.

“Tell me you love it, honey,” he muttered against your slick-covered entrance, the tip of his nose grinding against your clit as he took a sharp exhale.

Fuck, he loves the erotic scent of your sopping wet cunt, wet by either your slick or his saliva; he can’t tell.

“James, you’re doing so well, make me feel so fucking good,” you whispered, fingers tugging on his blonde locks.

He moaned at your praise, his hips grinding against the mattresses for some sort of release.

This guy lapped your juices like it was the sweetest nectar, he kept on muttering how he needed this.

“Honey, can you hold your thighs for me, please?” he whined, looking up towards you with puppy eyes, chin glistened with your juices.

He looks pathetic, but how can you deny him?

Without a word you do what he asked, not knowing what it’ll bring you.

Not a moment wasted before he pressed down your lower stomach with one hand and spread your pussy lips with the other.

He could see your poor pussy clenching over nothing, he has to change that now huh?

“So pretty, honey,” he mumbled, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out to let a fat glob of saliva coat that cute clit of yours before it slid down to your needy hole.

His thumb dragged the little hood over your clit, lubricating it with his saliva, “Cutest little clit,” he mused, looking up towards your teary eyes.

Cute girls always have the cutest clit and the tightest pussy’ he thought to himself.

“J-james….” you whined, missing the feeling of his tongue worshiping your pussy, the way his stubble burns against your skin deliciously.

“Tell me what you need, honey,” he perked up, relishing how sweet his name sounded on your lips.

“Fingers or tongue, which one do you want, hun?” he continued, littering kisses across your stomach.

“Which one you prefer?” you asked, it was a dumb question.

But you needed to know why does this guy took his sweet time to lap you with his tongue other than just quickly rip a climax out of you and stuck his cock inside.

“My tongue so that I could taste your sweet juices, but if it’s not enough for you I could always add my fingers in,” he looked up towards you, like a cute puppy waiting for his owner’s command.

“I just want to make you feel good, honey” he blew cool air over your clit, kissing the cute pearl as he nuzzled to your soft skin.

He needed you to feel good, so he could feel good about himself.

“Use whichever you want, James. I just need you….” you whined, your hole clenching on nothing.

The feeling of being needed, it turned him on so fucking much. “Okay, honey. Just relax I’ll do the rest,”

With that he inched back down, spreading your pussy before sliding his tongue inside.

The tip of his thumb curved up, massaging your spongy walls as he pressed down on your stomach, your toes curled at the pleasure he invoked.

His nose nestled on your clit, with his fingers occupied with keeping your pussy spread for him, he used his nose to flick your slippery clit.

He needed you to come on his tongue, coating his taste receptors with the taste of you.

The air that he breathed through his nose smells like your sex; raw and erotic.

He could tell that the smell of your pussy would linger in his nostril for weeks to come, he doesn’t mind it.

He whimpered as he bucked his hips, his boxers felt sticky from the precum smeared all over as he grind on the mattress.

Hearing his needy whimper spur you on too much, you involuntary clenched on his tongue, your back arched as you grind your pussy against his face.

He took this as a sign, his hand pulled your leg to rest on his shoulder before he squeezed your rear.

Holding the soft flesh in place, his grip was firm yet gentle as he lifted you to his mouth, letting his tongue delve deeper inside.

“James, oh my fucking god–” you threw your head back, screaming in pleasure.

He moaned, the noise muffled by your pussy sending vibrations to your core.

His hand slid across your spine, supporting your back as your body shook from the pleasure of the flesh.

He kneeled on the bed with his thighs spread wide open as he squeezed your ass, his other hand holding your back, slowly letting you down on the bed.

His hand found its way to yours, he intertwined his fingers with yours, offering support to his relentless caress.

He finally pulled his head back to catch a moment’s breath, his eyes ridden with lust with a sense of accomplishment.

Gazing upon your drenched pussy, dripping with the combined liquid of your juices and his saliva.

“Pretty,” he licked his slick coated lips, two of his fingers dragging across your slit.

“So pretty,” he slurped the remaining juices, the sound of his tongue sucking your juices was downright obscene, contrasting his sickeningly gentle gaze on your face.

He used his fingers to examine your slit, spreading it open to see your wet gummy walls.

His cock twitched at the sight, so cute. He slid a digit in, curving it inside before pulling your wall slightly open to see your sticky cavern.

Pretty and pink, so cute.

He took a shaky breath in, inhaling oxygen like there was no tomorrow before he leaned back in, his finger still pulling your wall open for his tongue to slither right in.

“James….you’re so fuckk–” you mewled.

His thumb rubbed your clit in a slow circular motion, coaxing you to drench his tongue again.

He knew he made you climax at least once at this point, but not the mind-shattering type of climax that he intended to do from the beginning.

Once your sweet voice greeted him, he knew then that he needed your voice to call his name in ecstasy.

He kept on bucking his hips to the mattress as he laid flat on his stomach, his tongue stroking your walls, silently begging for you to squirt all over his face.

Fuck, he needed that.

“James I’m close soo closee,” he quickly pulled away kissing your stomach, rubbing the smooth skin with his thumb as he asked, “Fingers or tongue?”

“F-fingers…” you couldn't properly vocalise how much you loved how his finger prodded your insides earlier, you could only gasp and moan at his ministrations.

“Don’t worry, honey. I’ll suck on that cute clit for you okay…then I’ll fingerfuck your tight pussy,” he cooed.

He latched his lips on your clit as he slide two of his thick digits in. “F-fuckkk Jamess,”

He could feel his cock burning against the rough fabric of his boxers, the pain edged him on to chase not his high but yours.

The mere thought of your cumming on his tongue, drenching him in your sweet release made his cock twitch.

He thrusted his fingers in and out of your sopping pussy, the squelching sound of your pussy riled him.

He needed to hear more of those erotic sounds mingling with your moans, he rubbed your g-spot. You squirmed at the sudden onslaught, how can he find it in such a short time is beyond your comprehension.

“Cum f’me please….need you to cum, honey,” he whined, alternating between sucking and licking your cute clit.

He needed you to cum, to be consumed by the pleasure he gave you. “Jamess..you’re gonna make me cummm,”

“Mhmm cum for me, honey. That’s it,” he cooed, his fingers vibrating up and down to mimic one of your favourite sex toys. Fuck, how did he do that…..

He could feel your walls clenching tighter around his fingers; your hand tugged on his soft locks, a telltale sign of your climax.

He quickly pulled his fingers out, replacing them with his needy tongue instead, the tip sucking in your sweet nectar as you bloom against his tongue.

Squirting all over his face, you swore you could hear him chuckling as he lapped all of it clean. From your mound to your folds, he sucked every crevice dry.

It took you tugging his hair and pulling off your pussy for him to stop, he looks so fucking messy.

Fucking hell, you need to ride on his cock, right now. “You’re next?” you panted.

You looked down at him licking your juices clean off his lips, his chin glistening with your slippery slick.

“Honey, I umm–already did,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Too embarrassed to confess that he creamed his pants off earlier as he licked your pussy juices clean off your skin.

“Hmm?” you crawled towards him, he quickly sat up to escape, but it was too late.

You found your way to his thighs, you could see the damp spot on his jeans. “O-ohh fuck don’t nuzzle there,” he whined, as you nuzzled your face close to his crotch.

“I’ll wait,” you hummed, resting your head on his thigh.

“Sweetie, wait for what?” he sighed, stroking your hair gently, admiring how beautifully blissed out you look.

“You could get it hard again right?” you hummed as you cupped his semi-hard cock, still confined by his jeans.

”F-fuckk,” he gasped, the night is still young after all.

“Yeah, just give this old man some time to breathe,”

[xiefuyu]

overworked.

-- bonten x reader

🖤 — Tokyo Revengers

📝 — non-con drugging (its bonten, what did you expect) (its for your own safety tho...?), cursing, it's bonten timeline that's a spoiler itself, platonic relationship, not proofread

:a/n — I ain't indulging non-con behaviors everyone t___t

Being Bonten’s intern was hell.

But hey, they pay much more than your ordinary 8-5 job so it works and you’re not going to complain loudly. It’s just one of those days where you’re full of work. Like full full kind of full. You wish it was your stomach that was full of food instead.

The light coming from your computer is starting to make your eyes sting and your lower back is being a bitch from how long you’ve been in the same position for hours.

When you first started this intern thing, the work wasn’t this heavy but as the time went by, you noticed how the top executives became comfortable with you to the point that they dumped their report-making to you.

(Let’s be honest, they’re just straight up bullying you.)

(Let’s be honest, you want to kill them.)

But you’re a broke person who’s living in a penthouse given by your boss, Sano Manjiro, and living off of the pay given by Kokonoi so yes, you’re going to fucking endure this like how Takeomi is still enduring life despite being the lung cancer’s incarnate.

You sigh and decide to take a break. You start questioning the existence of time when you saw that the sun had already risen. What the actual fuck? You swear it was just nighttime! Were you taking Sanzu’s drugs without knowing it? Did Bonten decide to prank you and cover your office windows with big TVs?

You groan and curse.

“Fucking great, not a single wink of sleep again.” you tell yourself and slap your thigh for being stupid for letting yourself disassociate with reality.

You stand up, determined to put some kind of food in your stomach because goddamn, you swear you just saw a grim reaper standing beside your desk, raising an eyebrow at you because of your condition.

You flip off your hallucinated grim reaper and start walking. It’s morning, you remind yourself. It’s morning and those goddamn lazy ass executives (Ran and Sanzu) will come in any time now. The thought of dealing with their asses makes you roll your eyes, immediately regretting it because it caused a goddamn pounding in your head.

You just hope you don’t run into one of them while you’re on your journey to get food.

Who are you even kidding? Your office is literally beside Sanzu’s so it wasn’t a surprise when you bumped into him on your way to the general kitchen.

“Good morning, Sanzu-san.” you greet because you’re not an asshole and he’s literally your boss. “Aren’t you an early bird?” he teases, eyebrows wiggling. You roll your eyes in your mind, just giving him a smile and walking past him towards the kitchen.

Sanzu doesn’t miss your darkened eyebags and the fact that you’re still wearing what you were wearing yesterday.

“Oh, right, the fridge doesn’t have anything, kid.” he says and grins as he watches you close your eyes in an attempt to calm down. “Come on, I’ll treat you to the canteen below.” he beckons and you shake your head.

“It’s fine, Sanzu-san. I can pay for my own food. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Sanzu just hums, following you like a lost kid. “Kid, did you finish my report?” 

Kid.

Old ass man.

Calling you kid as if you’re not younger by 4 years only.

“Yes. I’ll bring it to you later, Sanzu-san. Will you be at your office?” He gives you a lazy smile and shrugs. “Who knows?” if he’s not your boss and the fact that he could kill you without hesitation, you would have cursed him in his face already. But you’re kind so you remain silent and patiently wait for the elevator doors to open.

The both of you walk in silence towards the canteen. The atmosphere suddenly drops when the lower members of Bonten see Sanzu behind you. It was a common occurrence but it doesn’t fail to remind you that the man walking behind you was a criminal. A big, experienced, and an unhinged one at that.

The smell and sight of food makes your stomach growl silently and you walk faster, hoping Sanzu didn’t hear it because this bitch will surely tease you for it. Fortunately, he remains silent behind you, just watching you get your food, not even getting some for him. He follows you to a table, sitting across you, still silent.

“Do you have anything to say, Sanzu-san?” you asked when he remained looking at you. It wasn’t uncomfortable for you but you sure as hell found it annoying, wanting nothing but poke his eyes with the fork you’re holding.

“You stink,” he says.

You close your eyes, breathing in and out deeply, calming yourself down. No, you don’t stink, thank you very much. Despite being holed in your office for almost 24 hours, you still smell like your perfume, vanilla extract and pastell herbs.

You don’t say anything, opting to continue eating because you’re fucking hungry and you’re sane enough to priorities yourself before this spawn of Satan himself.

The two of you sit in silence.

You don’t know why but Sanzu got you an ice cream, shrugging when you threw him a confused look. “I did say I’ll treat you,” he says.

You thank him and let yourself smile when you see that it’s your favourite flavour. Without further ado, you start eating your ice cream, unaware of Sanzu’s wicked grin.

A few minutes later, your eyelids feel heavy, making you frown. Is it a food coma? You used to feel sleepy after eating sometimes but you know that it’s not the case this time. You look up at Sanzu and curse when you see him grinning at you.

“Sanzu-san…what…”

“Not drugs.”

With that confirmation, you let yourself succumb to darkness, cursing Sanzu silently and hoping he didn’t hear you.

“Sanzu-san…you fucker…” Sanzu laughs loudly when he hears you cursing him. It’s your fault for trusting him and eating the ice cream that he gave you, honestly. (Not true, Sanzu is just an idiot).

He stands up to pick your limp body up and makes his way to his office. “The fuck? What happened?” he hears Kokonoi asking, looking at you in worry. “Nothing. Just made her fall asleep.” he says.

Kokonoi sighs loudly, “Sanzu, did you fucking put a sleeping pill in her food?” he asks, upset. “Bingo!” Sanzu exclaims, not so loudly, before grinning at Kokonoi’s tired facade at him.

“I told you not to do- whatever.” Kokonoi cuts himself off, already knowing that he won’t get across Sanzu’s thick skull and when he sees you still wearing your yesterday’s outfit. “Bring her to the private lounge, not your office.” he warns. Sanzu rolls his eyes but nods, his plan to let you nap in his office gone.

He’s more than aware that you’ll curse him in your mind when you wake up.

But hey, seeing you snuggling closer to the blanket he put over you and deeper into the pillow was enough to dull the regret he’s feeling for overworking you.

(Don’t be deceived, he’ll overwork you again by dumping his report-making to you.)

By the time you regain consciousness, it was already dark outside, making you sit up abruptly, ignoring the sudden dizziness caused by your action.

“Get some more sleep.” you jump at the voice, head whipping around the source and you curse in your head when you see that it’s just Mikey.

“Boss.” you called out. “I’m okay now, boss.” you throw the blanket aside but stops when you see that Mikey’s hand is playing with a familiar sleeping pill. “What did I tell you about overworking?” His tone was that of command, making your heart beat faster. 

You curse Sanzu for forcing you to rest. If he didn’t, you could have showered in your office so as to not cause suspicions that you stayed in for the night.

Your bosses, the top executives, are absolute menaces (except Kakucho, Mochi, and Kokonoi) but you’re aware that they care about you and your health. Including Mikey, the top boss.

Ironic how they literally hired you to do work that involves playing with Death himself.

“I apologise, sir. I lost track of time.” you answer, bowing slightly, hoping Mikey will just let this slide. 

And he will. He always does for some reason.

You hear him sigh and you look up, victory bubbling in your chest. “Just go to sleep. It’s already late.” he warns as if he won’t let some of his boys drive you home where the security is tight as hell.

“I need to shower, boss…” you say, feeling icky now that you’re hyper aware of the fact that you still haven’t cleaned your body. “Use the shower here, then. I am sure you have clothes in your office.”

You ignore how he emphasised the word office as if he can’t believe you have spare clothes, home clothes, rather, in your office.

In his defense, you’re not supposed to have those kinds of clothes in your office because they belong to your house. Because he already warned you about not overworking yourself to the point that you sleep in your office. 

“Then, please excuse me.” you sheepishly said, bowing at him again. He says and does nothing, just watching you walk away.

When you get back to the private lounge (because you’re not allowed to go home as it was already late) you see Mikey still there.

He points at the sofa bed,

“Sleep,” he commands. Maybe it’s because your exhaustion is catching up to you but you found yourself already slipping away from reality. 

Nevertheless, you were still a little bit awake when Mikey stood up and made his way towards you. You were still lucid when you feel his cold hand patting your head along with an almost familiar soft-

“Have sweet dreams.”

Letting your eyes close completely, you smile a little and mumbles a you, too, Mikey-san, before falling asleep for the second time that day.

A/N; might be a mini series again woah haahah

@bontensbabygirl

[cindol]

͘ ࣭⸰ ♡ " HOW THEY WOULD DO AS CO-PARENTS WITH YOU ! ” ͘ ࣭⸰ ♡

x fem reader

characters included : manjiro sano, sanzu haruchiyo, ken ryuji, rindou haitani, mitsuya takashi,

tw — everyone is a baby father, drug usage/drug bender mentioned

﹒.ᐟ 𐚁 cw— angst, bonten!sanzu, bonten!mikey, bonten!rindou, sanzu and mikey aren’t very good fathers, fluff

MANJIRO SANO ( MIKEY ! )

He’s in his son’s life but very distant. He makes sure you and his son are always taken care of but he doesn’t have a active relationship with his son, the most he’s ever done is show up to one elementary school graduation and pat his head a few times when rarely visiting your house.

His right hand man sanzu is there though as an uncle, kinda.

SANZU HARUCHIYO

Active in his daughter’s life but the relationship isn’t so strong due to him always going on benders and disappearing. When you get into arguments with him about his disappearing act his response is always the same as he goes through your fridge.

“You disappeared for three months sanzu, with not even a call or a text of where you were.” trying to nail these words deep into his head while he rummaged through your fridge.

“three months sanzu, no call, not even a ‘hey I’ll be out for this amount of days! But I’ll see you till then” you just left me and yuna wondering when daddy was gonna be back.” You weren’t even angry for yourself, sanzu wasn’t your boyfriend so that hole was already digged and burried. What really made you pissed is how he up and left leaving your daughter wondering why he hadn’t visited in such a long time, again.

Sanzu grumbled closing the fridge.“relax relax, enough with your grouching and shit. I was on a trip with mikey, just forgot my phone.”

“You were posting on your instagram story pictures of airplane food.”

there’s silence then a cough from him till he chuckles.“ah well, got the girl a cute little bunny stuffed animal. She still likes em at that age right?”

at least his heart is in the right place, sorta.

KEN RYUJI ( DRAKEN ! )

Might take the crown as one of the best baby fathers. He loves his baby girl, never misses any dance recital or holidays or birthdays to spend with his daughter.

his sweetness with his daughter almost makes you wanna get back together with him, it doesn’t help how even after the divorce he still was the gentleman he showed you from the beginning.

Always so helpful too when you look too drowsy and tired with eyebags.“I can always take sana an extra day you know? Don’t got shit on my weekend plans anyways” he joked at the end but still rubbing your shoulders, just because of how sweet he is.

You were sure that if you told him you have a date he’d tell you to enjoy yourself, much to his dismay.

RINDOU HAITANI

gangster in business but a loving father for his princess. He’s prone to missing a school play or small holiday but makes it up with gifts and bringing over his daughter’s favorite uncle ran.

as a ex husband he doesn’t step over the line, he knows your boundary. He doesn’t have an issue with you dating other men, even when you tell him you’ve met someone new he congratulates you.

“good for you, just make sure he ain’t no problem and I don’t got a problem.” you brushed it off as a half joke but he was very serious.

He uses the excuse of taking precautions for his daughters since he didn’t just want any type of man around her but he was also just curious what type of man you were dating so he hired a private investigator for this man.

when talking about it with sanzu and ran it’s laughable to the both of them.

“Stalking? Didn’t think this old flame you had for your ex wife was this bad.” sanzu says teasingly with a laugh at the end smacking rindou on the shoulder.

rindou scoffed.“this is just for precautions, I don’t want just some jackass around rika.”

“just sounds like you’re studying him, trying to see what you need to apply huh to get her back huh?” that gets sanzu a slap to the back of the head and a chuckle from ran.

MITSUYA TAKASHI

a amazing father to his baby girl, never misses a birthday, holiday. He’s always creating things for her instead of you spending money like a cozy sweater for winter and a purple stuffed bunny with button eyes for her to snuggle when he’s not there.

He knows his place as a ex husband well, he keeps his love for you at distant but still it shows with his actions. He knows how independent you are but still he likes to help you out.

“mitsuya I’m good I promise. I’m a big girl, a cold ain’t ever stop me from getting anywhere.” you say it with a runny red nose making him do a small smile at how cute you looked with it.

That explanation didn’t stop him from walking you back into your house with him following. Originally he came to check on you since the weather forecast predicted it would be a cold windy week, he thanked his conscience for checking up so now he could stop a sick you from going to work.

“nonsense, what kinda man would I be to just let you out in the cold with a runny nose huh?” he was already looking around on your living room couch for a cover to warm you up in.

“just stay there, can’t just let the mother of my kid just be sick.” a half joke from him while he went to look for tea in your cabinet.

[itwdoris]

a.n; dada is just a title and does NOT refer to the literal.

being on dada higuruma's lap was very comfortable, you loved it, even more so because being there gave you access to the man's face. being this close was so common and yet you never tired of admiring it or touching it as if for the first time, he didn't know the effect he had on you.

even if he was a genius, when he came home almost exhausted and just sat on the sofa with you on his lap, he was nothing, well no, maybe just yours. he pulls you in and brings you close to him, sometimes just to suck on your boob until he falls asleep, sometimes just letting his head fall back on the back of the sofa and sighing like an old man.

you lean in, can hear him asking in a slurred voice, too low to understand, running your hands up the fabric of his suit, his whitish blouse, his tie and finally his neck. the adam's apple is prominent, you run your fingers over it and feel and see it move, hiromi lifts his hips to slide more on the sofa, just so that his head is comfortable in a position for him to look at you too.

a few strands of hair fall over his forehead and you run your hands through it, not to keep it in order, but because you just want to. with the tips of your fingers slowly bending down to his eyebrows, to the eyelids of his eyes, which he closes especially for this, feeling your gently fingerprints against his tired eyes, down his eyebags.

higuruma sighs as he looks at you, he never needed to change his expression much because it was already clear on his face how much he loved you, turning his face against your hand, smelling it as a kind of caress. "...hum." he lets out quietly, not much of a talker. you think it's cute, smiling as you pick his nose and oh damn it-

his nose.

you've seen him in every possible way, you've touched it, you've even bitten it, hiromi don't care, he rolls his eyes when you do it, he likes it when you touch him so much, admiring him, it makes something inside him feel satisfied.

you run your fingers over it, feeling his eyes on you, warm breath, his slightly veiny hands caressing your thighs, you come a little closer and hold his face, leaving a light kiss on his pretty pretty curved nose. then you're just going to kiss his whole face, kiss his chin, his jaw, eyes, cheeks... he wraps his arms around you just to keep you there, like that.

"like my nose..." he murmurs quietly, putting his lips close to yours for this. yes, you like dada's higu nose.

higuruma's beauty is greatly underestimated, btw dada higu!! i love him. it's no big deal, but just wanted to write this so hope you like it! <3

im missing u guys </3

[physics-of-one-piece]

Part 5 of Punk Hazard Dub Watch Party

592

Law looks so handsome in Punk Hazard, wow.

“Not even Joker.” Oho, I forgot cus I was thinking Doflamingo knew Law was there, since Monet is there? But also, it seems Monet never knew Law used to be with the Family so…

Law finding out Caesar has been drugging the kids…

“You’re one sick puppy, aren’t cha? Reminds me of someone.” Dub Law is talking about Doflamingo. Definitely Doflamingo.

Man, Luffy’s Observation Haki has great range that he can sense the Yetis

Once more Law even when shown to be helping them with the legs looks so handsome 🤧

I feel so sad for Brownbeard 😭

“I’m warning you jerks, you better not have hurt any of my crew!” Yeaah, go Dub Luffy!

I Love. Dub Luffy’s. Shouts. Growls. Etc. When. He. Fights. So. Badass.

The only thing I have a problem with rn (which wasn’t there before) that they stopped putting subtitles for the location cards. Those are pretty important, especially when for example for characters or new islands, they always have title cards.

The guards telling Law he can’t leave. YES HE CAN, LAW IS FREE!

“I don’t give a damn. You guys may not know this, but… I go where I want.” Yes you do, Law 🥹🫶🏻🤧 Dub Law is my fav of the dubs for now, if you can’t tell.

593

“Woah, stop it! Why’re you trying to squish me?!” Dub Luffy is so cute

“Armament: Hardening! Gum-Gum Gattliiiing!” Perfectly delivered, well done Dub Luffy

Did this Yeti just call Law a freeloader? HOW DARE YOU?! 😡😡🤬🤬

“All right. Countershock.” Dub Law just sounds great.

Dub Law & Dub Luffy, omg I love them.

“Thanks, buddy!” Dub Luffy is already treating Law as a friend, bless his sweet heart.

“And you don’t strike me as a guy who works under someone.”

“Yup. I’m captain.”

“I see. Then, you can work with me.”

“Like how?”

“Us two, we’ll take down one of the Four Emperors.”

“I’ve got a good plan. So tell me. Are you in?”

When you’ve got a smooth voice like that, I am ride or die, Dub Law! Wohoo!

It’s embarrassing how both Dub Law & Dub Doffy would get me, like goddamn, smooth talkers, I love them, I’d join them in a heartbeat.

594

“But I don’t trust him.” (Pans to a camera view of Law looking absolutely wonderful) Yeah, well sorry, Nami, I trust this handsome man with my life. I trust him 100%, especially Dub Law. He sounds very trustworthy! I TRUST HIM!

How can Nami call Law a sleazeball when Law looks like this?

Am I missing something?! Look at him! He’s a cutie patootie and a handsome cutie patootie at that! With his white spotted hat and coat 🥺🥺

Only thing suspicious about him is his eyebags but he’s a doctor, that just comes with the profession.

“Sure. We’re in.”

Luffy: Hey, are you gonna betray me?

Law: No.

Luffy: Heh! (gives a look like he won the alliance lottery) 🤩🤩🤩

I love them.

“My gut says Traffy’s an okay guy.” Traffy… so… cute. Gah. ❤️❤️

Law’s face and reaction to Straw Hats never gets old. 🤣🤣

“Look, if you’re gonna work with us then get used to helping people.” Law’s face at that he’s so out of his depth, bless him.

“This means I’m friends with you.” I love Luffy so much.

THEY LOOK SO CUTE.

Cora would be all over Law saying how cute he and Chopper are.

Doflamingo would be laughing his ass off while saying “You look like idiots, fufufu!”

“Super cute!” I agree with Franky

Law is having an entire existential crisis questioning his life choices.

Chopper hanging like a keychain off of Law’s sword 🤣🤣

Gosh, I love Dub Law’s voice, I can listen to him tell me his strategies all day.

Not even Doflamingo can make Law sweat like this. Law just realised he allied himself with weirdos. Godspeed, Law. Godspeed.

[amorchai]

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐕!𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒.

pairing(s): atsv!peter b parker x reader

word count: 883

warnings/tags: established relationship, soft peter.

a/n: first fic from new account, so happy it's babygirl peter.

peter saw the little light in the distance, your shared apartment window emitted with a soft glow around the otherwise dark city as he rapidly swung towards it. he knew you were still awake, begrudgingly so, he tried to go faster so you don’t need to stay up much longer.

but he had so much to tell you.

he cringes as the window squeaks, his fingers freezing against the glass in hopes that maybe you’ve passed out on the couch again so he can carry you to bed and tuck you in. he slides his way into the kitchen, passing the hallway where lies tons of photos of you both, and a particularly new one of his grumpy and sleepy morning face when you ‘can’t help’ but take a picture.

peter notes to himself to take it down when you’re not looking, but you were sneaky yourself and it will end up on your bedside table among the other ungraceful photos of your grumpy man.

“you’re late back,” says the quiet voice when he steps into the living room, alite with the small television glow and the lamp behind your back. you were perched against the couch, cosy pyjamas and book in hand, blanket across your lap nearly falling to the floor and from his stance at the door he could see how tired you looked.

the book you barely started that morning, peter could now see you had only pages left to read. he didn’t realise how long he left, it’s not as if his heart ached for you the moment he left, wishing his job was staying by your side instead of patrolling the city. or travelling to different dimensions and crime-fighting with other spider-man variants, as he had been this very night.

his gloved hands yanks the bottom of his chin, pulling his mask up and revealing his aching face, a small, fresh cut across his cheek and his eyebags heavier than ever when he responds, “i know but you’ll never believe what happened!”

you smile at his enthusiasm, for a while now he had been bored, tired of being spider-man as he grew older with his ‘old-man bones’ as you called it. it was a nice change. “what happened?” you encourage, eyes watching the flicks of spiked brown hair poking from under his mask now resting against his forehead.

“i was patrolling again tonight, no crime in the city i mean you’d think the bad guys didn’t care anymore, right?” as he walks over to you, he picks up the falling blanket and dropping it back in your lap. the red-covered hand gently landing atop your lap as he kneels beside your frame, despite the black marks under his eyes, his eyes sparkled with excitement.

“miguel calls in, asking for someone to go to earth-928, something about a villain gone loose at headquarters and trying to escape,” he’s gripping the blanket now, you can tell how passionate peter is about it, so you let him go on no matter how out of breath you can see him getting.

peter’s eyes widen as he continues, “so i offer to go, and once i get there, guess who else shows up?” you giggle at him, reaching a soft hand up to cup his jaw when you reply, “who?”

he doesn’t respond at first, eyes searching yours but as you open your mouth to question him, peter enthuses, “miles! miles was there, can you believe it?” you gasp alongside peter, you knew how much miles morales meant to your boyfriend. like a son he doesn’t have.

“i can’t baby!” you keep up, trying to hold your tired eyes open, book forgotten on your lap as you give your undivided attention to peter, holding onto every moment with him. “well, it’s true! he was there, and we got the bad-guy together. i’ve missed that kid! he’s at college now, and made himself a new suit – he promised to make me one, so talented, that kid-” before peter can continue on his rant you lean forward, catching your lips to his.

he lets out a disgruntled noise, surprised from the sudden impact but inviting it, nonetheless. peter holds onto the back of your head, spider-senses kicking into responding immediately. he tips your head slightly, letting his lips do all the work as all upcoming sentences in his head dissipate into nothing but fondness and contentment.

the tiredness seeps in, the adrenaline from the fight and seeing miles turning into a comfortable nature with you. something he could always find when you were near, you took care of him, whether you meant to or not.

peter hums, disapprovingly when you try to pull back, laying a ton of short but loving pecks to your lips as you giggle, trying to push away. “peter, we need to go to bed,” you try, hands pressed against his spider-man outfit while he searches for your lips once more, “you can’t kiss me like that and expect me to let it go.”

you laugh once more, muffled when peter kisses you again. you could listen to his stories all day, but you were happy to hear the rest in the morning – the night filled with tired but sweet kisses as you try to get you and peter to bed.

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[joelmillergirl]

Ghost of My Past- Joel Miller

The one where Joel dies.

Word count: 1,136

Warnings: old man Joel, he's getting older and a little weaker, major character death, grief, sadness, angst, legit a snippet of fuff, just missing Joel Miller hours

Author's Note: Sad gurl hours

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Jackson used to be bright. A place where you could go out and just be you; never having to worry about what other people were thinking. When you had first arrived, all you could think about was what they were thinking. You were weak, years of fighting infected and humans had taken a toll on you, dirt under your nails and eyebags that didn't seem to fade.

The only person you trusted was Joel Miller.

He had approached you one day during an embarrassing anxiety attack; the sorrowful memories from your past seemingly catching you by surprise. You were hunched over, struggling to breathe when a warm hand suddenly rested on your shoulder, catching you by surprise.

"Try and take some deep breaths." He'd simply said, awkwardly looking down at the ground before meeting your eyes. Admittedly, the warmth from his hands, and the way he'd so softy spoken to you had soothed you instantly. "Are you... Okay?' He asked after a few moments, feeling your shoulders untensing from underneath his palm.

"Sorry." You whisper, shaking your head. "Don't know why that happened." It was insecurity laced between your words. Here you were in a sealed-off community with food, houses, clothes, and good people surrounding you, and you were still anxious about being raided in your sleep.

Joel stiffly took his hand back to his side, mumbling something under his breath, "S'okay. Happens to me too. 'M Joel." He greeted.

You offer up your name, thanking him before going your separate ways. The day after that, you'd knocked on his door, presenting a freshly baked pie to him; 'For helping me.' You clarified when he looked at you with a mix of amusement and confusion.

He was surprisingly very easy to love. He drove you up the walls with his teasing and his small remarks, but he was kind and he treated you better than anyone else had. It didn't take long for you two to start dating, a night together after a few drinks had changed everything, and when he saw you interacting with Ellie, teaching her and loving her- he was gone.

Your favourite time of the day was your nights with him. After a few games of Monopoly with Ellie with buttons and rocks replacing the missing pieces, you'd crawl into bed together, your head resting on his chest. You loved it when he talked, feeling the vibration through his chest when he did. He talked about anything; patrols, his worries about Ellie, Sarah. You listened to every word, asked him questions- some he didn't always answer- and in return, you'd offer your own stories, your own memories.

Joel was always there, everywhere you looked. When you step outside on the newly built porch he'd worked on because of the one time you'd complained about a loose plank, the house down the street he'd built a swing for because of the little boy who'd cried when the old one broke, the words people would speak after his name was brought up in a conversation.

"Hi, baby." He'd whisper in your ear, his chest to your back as you prepared breakfast. He'd stand behind you for a while, admittedly getting in your way but warming you up with his body heat. You held him through the nights he broke down, frustration over Ellie refusing to talk to him, anger over his own abilities slowly weakening with his old age, and sadness when memories of his daughter hit him out of the blue.

'Love you s'much. Don't know what I did to ever deserve this. Don't deserve it."

You had your moments together where he'd spend his nights on the couch whilst you slept in your bed, despite your insisting that you take the couch instead, knowing his back was getting bad. He never said anything cruel to you during these moments of frustration- never raised his voice. He talked it through with you, kissed you after and apologised.

You didn't deserve Joel Miller.

The morning of his death had started rough. After he crawled into bed next to you, breaking down in your arms after talking to you about a conversation he'd just had with Ellie, he turned his back to you and silently went to sleep, your shirt slightly damp from his tears. When you woke up and started breakfast, he was in a rush. He mumbled a goodbye as he walked past the kitchen, on his way to the front gate for his patrol.

"No kiss today, Miller?" You called after him, feeling slightly frustrated with his distant demeanour. It wasn't rare for him to dissociate after breaking down; you sensed it was embarrassment, he thought he was weak. He stopped walking instantly, coming back to the kitchen and leaning down to kiss you. At the last second, you'd moved your head slightly, his lips connecting to your cheek instead. "See you later."

You turned away from him then, listening to the sound of nothing as he stood still for a few seconds before he finally moved, the front door closing gently behind him. You sighed in frustration, knocking back the mug of coffee you'd made for him in his owl cup Ellie made for his birthday a few years back.

You kissed his cold lips later that day, saying goodbye to him one last time before turning away from him, everything aching. When you stepped up onto the porch, you broke down instantly. A plank had started to squeak, who would fix it now? You made it inside after a few minutes, averting your eyes away from the stupid owl mug, his stupid chair he always sat in.

The bed was cold when you got into it. Flashes of Joel's face. Cold. Stuffing your face into the pillow, you breathe in deeply, taking in his scent that still lingered. To think that only a few hours earlier you were in this very bed, warm and close to him. Breathing.

Gone was the presence of Joel Miller. His ghost lingered through everything you looked at, everything you smelt. As you stand amidst the echoes of memories, each corner of Jackson a haunting melody of what once was, tears blur the lines between the past and present. In the stillness and darkness of your grief, you found some solace in the fragments of his love displayed throughout your home.

And as you sit on the porch stairs with Ellie, after hours of begging her not to leave, not to go after whoever had brought such immense pain amongst Jackson's residencies, you could feel yourself embracing the ache of his absence, finding strength in the beauty of a powerful journey. Accepting that you may never be the same, but still allowing yourself to carry his memory with you.

No one deserved Joel Miller.

[ziezii]

People You Know

enjoy some toxic fushikugi ;)

(bara's look) (gumi's look)

Nobara was finished. Finished with her meal, finished talking to the man she randomly picked from a dating app, finished with everything. She wanted nothing but to stand up and leave.

She found a lame but reasonable excuse and quickly left, saying that she got a phone call from someone. Sure, leaving her date alone was a shitty move, but she could care less about what he thinks.

Walking away from the restaurant, she started thinking, this has been her new normal for almost three years. And honestly? Twenty two year old Nobara was growing sick of this.

She knew to never stoop so low for love and affection as she prided herself in finding content and peace with being on her own. But right now, all she wanted was for someone, anyone. Well, not really just anyone. But saying who, she'd rather run a thirty kilometer marathon than to say it outloud.

Turning around to rest for a while in the alleyway, she leaned her body back and sighed heavily. While being promoted to a grade 1 sorcerer meant that she could afford the lavish lifestyle she’d been wanting all her life and yet, all she wanted now is to turn back to times where life was just, simple.

Her and the two idiots walk together to class, walk back from their mission, buy something from the vending machine, or even stay the night in Yuji's dorm room to watch one of his human earthworm movies.

Nobara can't help but miss them all. Missed their banters, missed the times where they've been greeted by death himself, missed being, herself.

"God, this is what I get for caring," she instantly wiped the tear that almost fell as she grabbed her lighter, "for a bunch of idiots too."

She missed to notice a looming black-hole forming on the wall she was leaning on, it was too late to even try to escape before she felt a hand around her waist, the other closing in on her mouth to muffle any sounds she'd intended on making.

Her eyes widened accompanied by a muffled scream, before she knew it, the alleyway was fading away to find herself staring right at a pitch black. The hands that trapped her body had disappeared, but the sinking feeling that she had no idea on how to get out of there was present.

Quickly scanning the area, she didn't waste any more time and whipped out her nails and hammer. Still uncertain, she tried taking a step forward and continued on walking, her eye narrowing and on a lookout.

"Don't need to hide from me." she stated, "It's not like you'll get out of here alive-"

"Kugisaki."

Her eye widened, she stopped walking but her back hadn't turned to the source of the sound.

'There's no way.' that voice, she hasn't heard it in years. While it ran deeper than what she remembered, but she never forgets it. She never forgot about him.

Rage quickly took over her body, infiltrating the nails with her cursed energy and flew them straight at him. At the same time, she runs, she runs as fast as she can towards him.

Fushiguro Megumi. A name she hasn't thought about in forever, she lies to herself. Who is she kidding? How in the hell would she forget about the same Megumi who killed Yuji, their friend?

Megumi didn't summon his shadows, it’s like he was expecting her to have this reaction and allowing it. The nails are plunged into his shoulders, they just need to get in contact with her hammer and she could hurt him.

Hurt Megumi. The fucker who killed their best friend.

She half expected it when his hand held hers in place, preventing her to do any more damage. For the first time in years, their eyes locked into each other's.

Nobara masks her expression as best as she could, letting him know he doesn't have any effect on her. Megumi's however, holds a different story.

She couldn't read what was currently in his mind, but seeing his eyebags and almost-defeated look on them, she sees nothing but red.

"Kugisaki."

"Shut up." the grip on her hammer tightens.

He didn't relent, "Kugisaki, I'm-"

"Save your apologies, you don't deserve shit." feeling his hold loosening, she immediately sees the opportunity and manages to plunge one nail right into his skin.

She could've hurt him right at that if he didn't back away, her eye seeing the frogs that makes her forcibly remember a distant memory. Megumi on the other hand groans, taking off the nail and throwing it away.

There, she sees it. Reversed cursed technique. This fucker really did what she thought.

"Was killing Itadori not enough for you? Does that bastard want my blood?" she ends with a snark, although her tone was anything but light, "Or maybe, you want mine? You're going to take my life away, just like how-"

"Shut up!" he shouted, his facial expression hardening. But she didn't back down, never had she backed down on something like this.

"No! You- You killed him, he was giving you a chance to live and you-"

"I had no choice."

"No choice? Oh please, as if he and Gojo-sensei never gave you many chances to-"

The hand encircling her neck was unwelcomed, his grip on it tightening each second. He pulled her close, his face no longer holding any regret or remorse.

It's like, she's seeing a whole different person.

"Don't you dare bring his name here." she's pissed him off, and right now, she's aiming for a full point.

"W-What? Because hearing h-his name makes you remember?" she leaned in closer, to the point where she could hear and feel his breath. It's shaky, but she knew better than to think she's talking to fifteen year old Megumi. That Megumi’s dead, she tells herself.

She gripped his yukata as tightly as she could, "Y-You not only k-killed Gojo, but Itadori too, y-you asshole!"

"Shut up!"

"M-Make me, you f-fucking asshole!" the grip on neck loosened and she fell to the ground, coughing and frantically breathing in and out.

"You, don't know anything. You know nothing about how I felt." he defended himself, turning around so he wouldn't face her.

"I-I know enough that he- fuck it, we would've forgiven you. Your body got turned into a weapon, and instead of letting down, y-you chose to fire even more fucking bullets at us."

"You made your choice when you saved Sukuna, Fushiguro. You chose to save yourself by greed."

The tension around them thickened, Nobara looking straight up his back as she waited. Maybe, in the back of my mind the Megumi she knew was still there. The one she's been talking to was just a facade.

"Gojo told me to be greedier." the flatness in his tone sent shivers down her spine. It worsened when he turned around and continued, "Sukuna gave me the opportunity and power to be greedy."

Out of the many things she thought he'd say, this was the last thing she ever expected.

"I have no one else to live for, so why not live for myself for once?" he sighed, looking down at his hands, "Being powerful, was what Gojo would've wanted."

"You're- You're not serious-"

"I am, Kugisaki." he squated down to look her again in the eyes. "He would be happy to see me like this, like how he taught me to be."

The next sentence sends the auburn-haired girl into a frenzy, "Killing off Itadori was solid proof of that."

"Motherfucker! You're insane!"

"Aren't all of us are?" he stood up and started walking away from her.

"I'll cut our reunion short." he turned and glanced at her and for once, she wished to see anything other than that neutral expression.

"Demon dog."

"What-”

[fakeusernamelol]

Sorry for the double ask but also the talk abt kidnapper Ford and bad ending Ford just makes me want an au where teen pregnant Stan got whisked away and taken care of by an older ford that has his shit together (bad ending Ford after he wiped Stan's memory and lost all rights to see him but was so lonely and wanted at least an attempt at a do-over?)

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DONT WORRYY i love answering these things so bad, im sorry instead for the late reply 🤭😅

AND NOW THIS? THIS IS SO DAMN AMAZING. Thats something bad Ending ford would definitely do, Im not going to defend because he was still a little shitty person but he was charging so much remorse for what he did to his Stan back in his younghood and now he was fully banned to see him again to prevent stan to remember again those bad moments, Feeling so lonely and in need to repair things somehow he started to go around dimensions again in search of a Stanley he could «help» and do things right that time. That's when he meet with a young version of stan but way more different that his one was.

This stanley looked different, his hair as short as his Stanley tried to cut it, a less feminine cloth showing his strong arms and . However, there was something who made it easy to know that that was stanley and it was the little round belly he was carrying, oh moses, he couldn't help but remember how his stan looked when he was pregnant, that little belly really made stanley even more precious than he was.

But apart from that there was something more, He was sitting legs out at the back of his car in the middle of a lonely road with just a gas station behind him, what was he doing there? His gaze looked tired, looking at the floor while apparently waiting for someone that he supposed was at the little convenience store. Who will he be waiting for? Ford was convinced something was off, the place they were, how stanley was acting, his almost dead look, considering he didn't seem to have more than 16 he was probably one Stanley who was suffering from the same abuses he did to his stan once.. No, he couldn't allow that, not again.

While Stan was waiting for Ford to return from the store, an older man in a trench coat and a red sweater that must have been very uncomfortable for the weather approached him, he didn't appear to be some homeless person asking for money or a thief but it concerned stanley anyway, more when he was able to see well his face, he seemed...familiar, somehow. The man gently asked him if he was alright, Stan had big eyebags under his eyes and seemed to be missing a good hot meal since a while. His car didn't look better, for what he was able to see there were many empty food wrappers all around the car and some blankets with a worn pillow in the back seat. Dear god, what kind of condition was he living in?

Suddenly the sound of the store door rang out and Ford could see a younger version of himself along with some souvenirs apparently for him and Stan. He felt his blood boil by just looking at him, a stupid teenager who brought his sweet brother to this situation living in their car in the middle of the road surviving with shitty snacks from a mini market, how could he properly take care of his pregnant brother? Just look at how he was! No, he wouldn't let it.

Without asking more, Ford took Stan, carrying him between his arms (the years in the portal giving him the strength to do that luckily) and running away from that place before his version from this dimension came back to see Stan.

Stan obviously got freaked out because now he was being kidnapped from his other kidnapper! He just met that old man a few minutes ago but now he was running away from that place along with him, gotta admit, for the age he apparently was he was really athletic, but that didn't meant anything, he didn't want to come with him! Unfortunately for stan his opinion was still being something useless for the rest of the people and no matter the amount of punches he gave to the man's chest or insults he shouted at him he didn't seemed to going free him. In his anger stan noticed how much stranger the situation was becoming, With each glance he became more aware of how similar his face was to his brother's: his similar rounded glasses, his cleft chin and a curly messy hair. Then he felt the fingers of the hands who were touching his abdomen. One, two, three, four, five...six?

Suddenly Stanley stopped fighting but now looked really concerned, what the fuck was happening, who was this guy? Were he was going? His breathing was beginning to accelerate, the panic of not understanding anything was starting to sinking him and he was thinking he has become crazy.. perhaps it was maybe just a dream? He maybe felt asleep while waiting for ford to came back and was having a nightmare but suddenly when he was almost sure all of this was just his imagination, a big and rasp hand gently caressed his cheeks, making Stan's look up and seeing that extremely weird man with a little smile on his face before saying

�� Don't worry, Stanley, You will be safe.»

Did he just called-- how, how the fuck did he...

Fuck, he has absolutely become crazy.

[sprout-senior]

demon old man and his forever 12 years old ghost adoptive son he hates and is stuck with.

terror speaks all prim and proper while dressing like shit, while moon dresses all prim and proper while talking like every 12 year old boy ever. does he know the meaning of the swear words he’s using? no but that’s not gonna stop him

image descriptions under the cut

[image one: a drawing of corrupted nightmare sans, done with black ball point pen and colored with a light blue marker. he is wearing a baggy unzipped sweatshirt and sweatpants with slippers. he has one hand in his pocket, and his stance is wide. his shoulders are a little hunched. his singular eye has a heavy eyebag, and his expression is neutral, but could be seen as annoyed. he has no mouth. beside him, written in purple ballpoint pen, is the word Terror, with a capital T. this is implied to be his name. end image one]

[image two: a drawing of passive nightmare sans, done with purple ball point pen and colored with a light purple marker. he is wearing a long sleeved collared shirt, with a very simplistic belt around his waist. his pants do not have a distinct style, but they are shaded to be darker than the rest of his clothes. he is wearing boots with two rectangular buckles. he has his arms resting at his sides, and his legs are positioned together in a way that implies he is floating. his singular eye socket is empty, completely colored in. half his skull is caved in, with a few cracks spiderwebbing out from various parts of the hole. his expression is neutral, but could be seen as frightened or upset. he is frowning slightly with his mouth open, revealing that he is missing a tooth due to one of the cracks in his skull. the rest of his teeth are not defined. beside him, in black ballpoint pen, is the word Moon, with a capital M. this is implied to be his name. end image two]

please let me know if there’s any way i can improve my image descriptions! accessibility is important to me!

[villetela]

I forgot this dude of mine and decided to bring him alive again.

THIS WAS HIS OLD LOOKKK I MISS MY ART STYLE IN THIS.. this was also sort of a gift for a someone that who's famous and I mainly adore their art before and yet I still do. (Y'all already know who) my ver of sun has eyebags now while the old one was energetic, man my art style here was so friendly.. I miss the old times- (/srs)

[robintherobiner]

Bruce Wayne, for some unknown reason, has just made his seventeen year old son the new acting CEO of Wayne Enterprises and all of his employees are annoyed beyond belief. 

They have dealt with the man’s ridiculous behavior for decades, always holding back the urge to slap him across the face and scream ‘stop being such an idiot’ so as not to get fired. They have put up with his drinking habits, his need to flirt with every woman he meets, and his lack of professional knowledge. They have never complained when he missed meeting after meeting, or when he called last minute to say that he had forgotten to fill out the reports on his desk despite having been reminded of them over and over and over again.

And this is how he repays them.

By making a child their boss.

Most employees are already drafting their resignation letters and searching for job offers because they have only just gotten comfortable with the system they’ve created, where everyone pretends that Lucius Fox is in charge and Wayne never comes into work to disagree, but now the system is ruined. 

They watch the boy arrive at work, by skateboarding up to the doors. They look at his messy hair half hidden by his beanie, his baggy shirt that says ‘I got my lobotomy done at Claire’s for 50% off’, and his ridiculously large eyebags. They take note of the can of Monster Energy in his hand, and his bulging tote bag that is almost definitely full of more, they prepare themselves for an inappropriately loud introduction full of sex jokes and insults as they sit down. 

The seventeen year old walks into the conference room and gives them all a wide, feral grin and says,

“Hello. My name is Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne.”

[marvol0]

OUTSIDER (7) || Rabastan Lestrange WTM

Series Synopsis: When the truth comes out about the future inside the walls of Hogwarts, on the first night back in 1977, what will happen for those involved with the chaos that ensued?

Secrets outed, Lies revealed and true intentions determined.

Pairing: Rabastan Lestrange x Fem!Regulus Black

Notes: Short chapter :)

Everybody had once again settled down in their seats, Regulus was back between her boyfriend and son, her best friends sat at her feet. Some people had brought snacks and drinks back to where they were sitting to enjoy while watching the movies.

The screen once again filled the hall with light.

6th January 1980.

A group of three men were shown, black eyebags beneath their eye sockets. The men were older versions of Rabastan, Evan and Barty, they were stood, heads bowed slightly, at the back of a group of people.

The same people from when Regulus was given her mission.

Regulus burrowed into her boyfriends side, hands carding through the hair of the two boys sat at her feet.

"We have been betrayed by one closest to us." The voice of the Dark Lord Voldemort started, he somehow looked even less human than one week before. The skin on his face hugged his cheek bones, lips now flushed with a periwinkle tone, eyes a grotesque red colour that reflected the blood he had spilled.

"Regulus Black not only failed her mission to assassinate the Potter and Longbottom families, no, she also informed them of said mission and as result the two blood traitorous families have gone into hiding." He informed the group, earning some silent sounds of outrage in response.

The three men looked down, the people around them thinking it was an act of shame for their association with the youngest Black, only Rab, Evan and Barty would know it was a show of pain, after three days of their beloved friend and partner in crime had been missing they knew she would not be returning.

The, hardly-human, male continued. "I have seen to her punishment myself, as of the thirty-first of December Regulus Black is dead." He said maliciously.

"Lier!"

"No you didn't!"

Were some of the reactions from the halls mass, the followers of said Dark Lord were in outrage that the man they followed, looked up to even, had blatantly lied to their faces.

The scene changed once again.

A beautiful manor was shown, white brick walls graying with age had vines of ivy covering them, pointy turrets made up of black slates sat proudly upon the mansion looking out on the surrounding gardens, which housed a dozen regal, roaming, platinum peacocks. The breathtaking house had fences of bushes, shaped to perfection, lining the wide walkway which led to a tall, polished gate.

Those from the Malloy family sat up straighter than before, proud of all the awed faces of those around them.

"You really do have a wonderful home Abraxas" Commented Delilah Selwyn to her old classmate.

"Thank you Delilah but I must give the praise to my wife, Lysistrata is the one who takes the most care of the grounds." Lord Malfoy replied, Lys smiling before pecking her husband on the cheek.

The scene followed a beautiful owl to one of the many black framed windows, it perched on the window ledge before tapping its beak lightly on the glass. A house elf unlocked it before taking the mail from the owls clawed foot, feeding it an owl treat.

"Pip is thanking you, Axl." Pip, the elf, said before the bird shook its feathers and took off once more, Pippa left with a pop landing in the sitting room in front of a three month pregnant Narcissa Malfoy.

Squeeling, Clarity Selwyn (soon to be Greengrass) turned to her best friend, squeezing her tightly, gushing over how beautiful she looked and how she 'must be the godmother of your son!'

Narcissa nodded hugging her back, happy to see her best friend so exited for her.

"Mistress Narcissa, Pip has the Daily Prophet  for you as well as some letters." The young elf handed them to the woman who was sat on one of the green leather couches, cup and saucer placed on the wooden end table.

"Thank you, Pip." She replied, the elf leaving the room with a quiet pop, the woman looked down at the days headline, brows furrowing and alarm swirling in her grey eyes.

The scene moved to show the newspaper.

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The Misfortunate Incident

Chapter One

“I'll love you till I take my last breath, Emilia!”

“No matter what gets thrown our way I'm prepared to fight for you.”

“I just need to know we're on the same page, what do you say Em?”

“Em?”

“Emilia”

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 --- " EMILIA! Wake up, you’re going to be Late! "

Light flooding into the once dark room as the screech of the curtains being shoved open accompanies her mom’s voice, jolts Emilia from her sleep. Turning over to look at the time flashing on the alarm clock, she’s struck with the realization that she has less than 20 minutes to get ready or risk missing the bus for her first class. After throwing the blanket off her body, she welcomes the cold air while heading to her closet in search of something to wear.

Still being in the post sleep daze of consciousness led to many mishapes to occur in her morning routine, such as knocking her shoulder into the door frame on her way to the bathroom to and stubbing her toe while walking to her dresser. After grabbing her bag and an apple from her kitchen, she kissed her mom goodbye and rushed out of her apartment to the bus stop.

(Outfit and Hair)

“Of all the days to oversleep, it just had to be today” she muttered, while rushing down the never-ending flights of stairs she’s had to take in place of the elevator since it’s been broken for the past month.

Emilia smiled at the Abby, a grey-haired woman, that worked at the apartment front office as she reached the lobby of her building. Bursting out the front double doors she hurried down the front stairs and onto the busy Seattle sidewalks in search of the bus stop. She arrived just as it was about to take off and knocked on the door while looking pleadingly at the driver who took sympathy on the frazzled girl and reopened the door so she could climb on.

“Overslept again Em, that the second time this month”

Emilia smiled at the bus driver, an older man named Harold who she was used to seeing every day, while she swiped her bus pass and responded to his playful jab with her own.

“I stayed up late working on a presentation for school, I wish I was old like you and didn’t have to worry about things like this anymore”

Harold laughed and shooed the girl to find a seat so he could take off and makeup for the couple minutes he lost waiting for the scatter-brained girl. Settling into her seat and plugging in her headphones, Emilia settled in for her commute to school and prayed that the rest of the day would run much smoother than her morning proved to be. The music flowing through her ears and the scenery zooming by allowing the girl some peace before her hectic day was her favorite part of her morning routine

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Arriving to school she searched for her friend Jessi in hopes of getting breakfast before they had to separate and begin their classes for the day. Luckily Emilia only had three classes on her schedule for Fridays, today she wished for a full schedule to avoid going to her last class of the day where she had a presentation due. Though she stayed up well into the night to practice, it didn’t do much to diminish her nerves. This wasn’t entirely surprising considering that anyone who knew the girl would know that she was terrified of public speaking and has been known on more than one occasion to freeze up entirely when in front of a crowed.

Lost in her thoughts she jumped when she was poked in the side and whirled around to face the girl shed been searching for, Jessi Solace. Emilia and Jessi have been friends since they were in middle school and Jessi stood up for Emilia when she was getting picked on by a group of girls, they’d been inseparable since.

“Woah Em! Did you pull another all-nighter, your eyebags are so dark” Jessi gasped.

“Don’t even get me started, I was so nervous for today I don’t even know how I managed to get any sleep at all” Emilia replied while walking in the direction of the canteen with Jessi at her side.

“Em, I swear you’re going to be fine. You always get yourself so worked up about these things and you do just fine once you do it” Jess nudged her best friend with a laugh while they got their food.

The girls found a table and sat down before Jessi called for Emilia’s attention to talk about the latest show, she’d been invested in.

“I can’t believe its almost over and you still haven’t started watching it, I honestly think it’s the best adaptation so far, no lie F4 Thailand is way too good for to not even have started episode” she chided her brunette friend.

“It’s not that I haven’t wanted to watch it Jess, I’ve just been busy with classes I haven’t had much time to do anything really, besides I doubt that this version can be any better than Meteor Garden, which if I recall correctly, you also dubbed the best version” Emilia laughed while raising her eyebrow at her less that amused friend who simply responded by sticking her tongue out.

“I swear I really mean it this time promise me you’ll watch it today, besides its Friday and we have a three-day weekend any, it’ll be the perfect relaxer after these last couple weeks you spent on this project” she begged with a pout.

“Ugh fine I promise, now I got to get to my first class I’ll see you later, love you”

“Love you too”

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            After she separated from Jessi, the rest of Emilia’s day seemed to speed by until it was finally time to head to her last lecture and give her presentation. While on the way to class Emilia felt her nerves began to reignite, her thoughts spiraled on all the things that could possibly go wrong, she was snaped out of it when she collied with a girl and felt the front of her shirt become soaked with a cold substance. Looking down her shirt had a big stain and through the girl began to apologize, Emilia brushed her off with a strained smile and rushed to the nearest bathroom.

            Dabbing at her shirt with a paper towel did very little to help the stain and she quickly realized she’d need to go to class with a stained shirt or risk failing the presentation. Releasing a deep breath Emilia grabbed her bag and left the bathroom to continue to get to her class while trying to calm her racing heart and hold back the tears of frustration that threatened to break past her water line.

            Stepping into class she rushed to the back of the classroom and slumped into her seat while resting her head on her arms in an attempted to ground herself. After a few peaceful minutes the clack of heels filled the auditorium like classroom and drew the attention of the students who were previously either chatting or scrambling to finish last minute details they didn’t have the energy to do the night before.

“Good afternoon, Class, I hope everyone was able to successfully complete their presentation projects, today we’ll be doing the first set of presentations and will finish the rest next Tuesday after the four-day weekend. I’ve also decided that to add an element of surprise I’ll be choosing popsicle sticks to determine order.” Her professor announced with a smile while the students let out a collective groan at the news.

“Since I can see how enthusiastic you all are, let’s begin”

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As the time ticked on and one presentation after the other went by, Emilia began to grow hopeful that she wouldn’t get called to present and would be able to hold off till the following week when she wasn’t covered in someone’s iced coffee. Her heartrate began to slow when she checked the time and there was 10 minutes left of the class, she was sure that the professor would end it there and she’d get off scott free. She felt on top of the world, the room felt brighter, the air felt fresher, everything felt gre—

“Emilia Raven, you’ll be our last presentation for today”

She’d never felt her heart drop as fast as it did in that moment, taking a deep breath Emilia shakily stood up and began walking down the steps towards the front of the auditorium. Once she reached the bottom step she looked towards her professor and could feel the surprise in his eye at what she was sure was her less than tidy state of being, with her dark under eyes and coffee-stained shirt on full display seeing as she had to leave the house bares faced in her rush that morning and her little misshape that took place minutes before class.

Taking a deep breath, she mustered up a smile and turned to face the waiting students.

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Stepping into the apartment, Emilia slammed the door behind her and called out a greeting to her mother while walking to the kitchen in search of a snack. Once she entered, she noticed a note sitting on the counter and upon closer inspection saw it was from her mom informing her that she got called in to work the night shift at the hospital. She also warned her to not go back out, since there was supposed to be a storm rolling into the area and she didn’t want her out in it.

Setting the note back down on the counter, she let put a sigh and thought about how she should spend her night, her mom working the night shift meant she’d have the apartment to herself for the night and she fully intended to take advantage. She was going to wash the stench of coffee off her, make herself dinner and maybe finally get around to watching the new show her best friend had been trying to get her to watch.

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NAOMI & JOSH & ANGEL — DAY FORTY.

location : daybeds.

time : day 40, morning

summary : naomi completes her challenge by getting angel to spoon her and josh hates it

featuring :  angel / @dobits + josh / @graftisms

naomi: on the surface it seems like a simple enough task, but it's not like you go up to some guy who's not your boyfriend like, 'oh my god, please, spoon me, i'm desperate.' it's actually so silly, and naomi feels like she's got her work cut out for her even when she talks to callie about it – obviously giving her a heads up. she takes the opportunity when angel's alone on the daybeds, curling up close next to him. "hey," she greets, voice and demeanor all soft, though kind of a hard sell to seem like a girl in need of some comfort after the night she had. "i'm sick of this, both of us being, like, wifed up and busy. you gotta make more time for me," she says.

angel: “sup, babes,” angel says. then, tongue firmly in his cheek, “i mean, mrs. josh.” mostly ‘cause he has no idea what the dude’s last name is. in any case, he reaches over to teasingly pinch her cheek. at least she can admit to being wifey, angel smiles at their paralleled domestication. “i’m a househusband, actually. different vibe.” he’d been stretched out on his back, arm tucked back behind his head, but rolls to his side to give naomi his full humored attention. “m’kay, gimme the gossip then. what’s been goin’ on with you?”

naomi: "yeah, yeah," she rolls her eyes, a smile playing at her lips, "whatever, mr. callie." maybe they're not as official in nomenclature but they may as well be, really, and she'd fight him on that. teeth snap at angel's fingertips as he reaches over to pinch her, trying to bite back. "yeah, what's the distinction then?" she asks him, moving in close so their bodies are touching, her head resting in the crook of his arm. "please, everybody in the villa knows what's up with me. though, wait, actually -" god, she actually has such a story to tell him about a missing vibrator, but it's so not a spooning vibe. she needs to temper the mood down or she's gonna have him giggling instead, calling callie back over to conspire or something. she takes a breath, "if i ask you something, you'll give it to me straight?"

angel: “the distinction is that i’m a big, manly husband, obviously,” he says like duh. like it wasn’t just yesterday he was proclaiming himself jude’s wifey. well, naomi’s right about that, it’s hard to miss updates about her when josh is literally shouting them from the rooftop. he interjects playfully in her pause, “what? is it true you were dressed up in a canadian flag when you asked him to be your boyfriend?” words travel in the villa, for sure, but not before getting goofily jumbled. plus, angel just likes to tease her. he turns more serious at her question though, brows popping up on his forehead as he nods earnestly. “yeah, of course. what’s up?”

naomi: "right, so that means you . . . mow the lawn, love to grill, listen to weezer?" she asks, nose crinkling. the suggestion that she'd be dressed up in the canadian flag to dtr sounds like something out of jay and silent bob go canadian, eh? (real film) so she's got to roll her eyes, but truthfully, angel's not even that far off. but all the cringe was kind of worth it for the look on josh's face. "mmh, yeah," she nods, playful smirk tugging at her lips, "and i was covered in maple syrup, too." endeared by the earnest shift in angel's demeanor, she smiles slightly. her comfort around him isn't a charade, though she's subtle about the way she turns her weight, glancing over her shoulder at him. at what point does it start to count as a full spoon? "do i look a total fucking mess right now? rate these eyebags."

angel: “mhm, m— weezer?” nose scrunches in a mimic of her’s. “iron maiden, baby. does your old man listen to weezer?” that would be hilarious, especially considering who her dad is (whose identity he’s learned since casa). there’s a distinct sweetness to her smile, probably not even related to the supposed syrup. he’s surprised she doesn’t argue that he was the one to ask her to be official, obviously. something cute about that, too. “awww,” angel squeezes her upper arm, shaking her a bit, before he lets it lay awkwardly between their bodies. he snorts some at her question, his arm still a barrier between them as he tries to lean over her shoulder to be able to get a look. “naomi — jesus, i can barely even see you.” it’s not as if they both aren’t touchy feely people, he’s not really thinking twice about it except that maybe she is trying to hide something with her back to him. he’s chuckling patiently. “the hell are you doing? swear, i’m getting flash backs to when we shared a bed.” with her pointing the opposite way and angel probably taking up too much room, except now there’s proximity. “of course you don’t have eyebags.”

naomi: "well, no. but he doesn't mow the lawn or like to grill either," she adds. she's basing this off daytime comedies. "he likes italian operas. you can have that one for free, in case they have another islander trivia night," she adds with a wry smile, the first indication that she might be slightly bitter about the last one. "shut the fuck up," naomi says, though he's barely said anything, his perception of her and the possibly adorable nature of her current relationship status makes her blush. "nuh-uh, if you were getting flashbacks, you'd be starfishing right now," king of taking up space. "i'm just actually so exhausted, i feel like it shows," she sighs, shifting her weight back against him, hoping she sounds pathetic enough to be taken seriously for the allotted time before she can pop up with a surprising amount of energy. "can you just hold me for a sec?"

angel: “oh, right, yeah. who doesn’t get down with an italian opera?” chock full of sarcasm. “man, really hoping we don’t. think we all know each other a little too well now.” at least they can rest easy knowing there won’t be another movie night, though, with that consideration, angel’s a little wary what people might do with that knowledge. “hey, i gave you plenty of room. you only take up, like, this much space anyway,” he argues, fingers pinching a teeny bit of air. it’s a far cry from sleeping with callie, both of them tangled up in each other. angel frowns a bit, is about to offer to give her space to sleep when she poses her question. “oh —,” he naturally gives pause to the newness of this kinda favor coming from naomi. but far be it from angel not to cuddle. “yeah,” he says softer, vaguely confused, like when he’s trying to figure out what one of his little cousins are wanting from him. in any case, he throws an arm over naomi and scoops her into his chest, his head still inclined up a bit so he can see just the edge of her profile. “everything’s good, right?”

naomi: "i only took up that much space because you were taking up the rest," she retorts, flicking at his pinched fingers. honestly, it's a funny comparison that in casa, naomi flirted with angel on the first day and callie compared angel to her brother. now, angel feels like family to naomi and callie's railing him in the hideaway. his reaction to her request is so endearing, unexpected, especially because she would've never asked something like this of him – to be held – without prompting from producers. she feels so when he wraps his arms around her without question, almost feeling guilty that she'd pictured it like a challenge. "yeah," she nods, "everything's good, i swear." she makes eye contact with adela as she walks by and flashes her a grin and a tiny thumbs-up close to her chest, like, victory, bitch. "you can go now, if you want, i'm like, two seconds from crashing."

josh: he's walking by, minding his own business, used to the tangle of limbs that usually decorate the daybeds. but it's the sight of naomi's face that makes him do a double take, pressed against—fuck, what's that guy's name again? jenny's back-up guard dog, if last night was any indication of it. he doesn't mean to interrupt them, but by the time he recognizes what's going on he's stopped in front of the bed, eyes narrowed despite trying to not completely lose his cool. is this what having a girlfriend means, that she can press her ass against any other guy and it be okay? it doesn't help that he catches the tail end of the grin meant for adela, assuming it's because of angel. "what's so funny?" he asks, with only a little snark. he's trying to check himself, fully aware of how much of a mug he looks like right now, towering over them. "oh sorry, am i interrupting something? i can go." doesn't this guy have a girlfriend? ffs.

angel: it seems like naomi’s halfway to lullaby lane by the way she keeps her back to him, so he’s keen to give her the space she asks for. naturally, it’s then that josh throws a snarky (but only a little) shadow over them. angel’s aware of how it might look, he’s also aware that josh might still be bent out of shape by the presumably un-fun night he promoted for himself, so angel’s willing not to make matters worse. “no, no,” he tells josh as he carefully snakes his arm out from under naomi’s head before leaning over to smack a kiss against her cheek. “don’t throw me in a locker, i’m goin’, swear,” angel tries to show him a smile to imply his joke as he lifts himself off the daybed, then amiably taps josh’s arm. “she was just saying she was, like, mad tired. you two kids feel better, ‘kay?”

naomi: she has to fight the urge to literally facepalm when she hears josh's voice. she thought she'd been more tactical – trying to be quick about this while josh was inside somewhere so she could just regale him with the funny story about it later. maybe on the dance floor at tonight's party. "seriously, don't go," naomi's lips turn downward into a pout as she sits up a little on the daybed, positioning her arms so they push her chest up – like maybe he'll forget to be pissed (or at least he might forget to bother with angel) if she uses the right distraction. she reaches her hand out, beckoning him closer, "c'mere."

josh: "who, me?" a hand reaches out like he's gonna grab her, until it dramatically splays across his chest instead. his head makes a show of moving around, watching angel walk away (completely ignoring him as he got up) and looking around to see if there's anyone else nearby. "i thought you wanted him not to leave," he nods in angel's direction, voice a little too breezy. "it's okay, i can get someone else for you. dylan's gotta be around here somewhere."

naomi: jaw drops comically when he fakes her out, a scoff of disbelief on her lips as she tries to keep from grinning at him. naomi can't help but be amused by the dramatics, because from her vantage point, it's all so silly.  "oh my god, i literally just told him to go," she says, getting up on her knees so that she has the vantage point to try and reach for his hand again, to try and reel him back toward her. "don't be a prick," she's choosing not to play into the low blow any further than that considering the circumstances, "you might as well stick around because i'm not gonna let you go anywhere." she ducks her head slightly to hold his gaze, wishing there was a chill way to tell him to just trust her. "please," is her best attempt, a word she doesn't use too often. "stay."

josh: damnit, why is she smiling? now he wants to smile, momentarily forgetting the whole point of being mad at her for being pressed against some other dude, especially when she's looking up at him like that. stifling an exasperated groan in the back of his throat, he comes a little closer until his knees are nearly against the daybed, reaching down to hook two fingers to the bottom of her chin, drawing her a little closer. when she's looking at him like this, on her knees, it does help his mood. "you're not gonna let me go anywhere?" he scoffs, not sure if he should be entertained or annoyed. he's mostly the latter, but her shamelessness in this moment makes him feel like he's missing something. "you gonna tell me what the hell that was about?" his voice drops a little, not trying to make a scene of the scene he already caused.

naomi: "nope, no bailing now," she says this matter-of-factly, arms snaking around his waist as she rests her chin on his chest. there's still that smile tugging at the corners of her lips, especially as she watches him fight to keep his annoyed resolve. her gaze darkens a little as she looks up at him through her lashes, honestly a bit turned on that he's gotten all bothered about this – she wouldn't like the alternative. "josh," his name comes out like a sigh, though it's a little bit of a placeholder to give her an extra second to gather her words. "we were just laying out and talking, and i started falling asleep. like, it was a late night. i barely realized," she explains, as if she didn't specifically ask angel to hold her. but hey, she's already lying, so might as well. as hot as the edge to his voice is, she doesn't want him pissy at her all day over a stupid challenge. "i'm sorry, i totally wasn't thinking."

josh: josh sees through the puppy dog eyes, he really does. he can only assume that she's laying her charm on thick because she knows he's in the right and doesn't want to admit it. he just wishes that her look wasn't so effective on him, having to glance away to keep any semblance of cool, even if his hand reaches down to run his fingers through her hair—not particularly lightly. jaw tightens slightly at her comment, because it's not like he enjoys hearing that she was sleeping with some other dude, even if it was platonically (or he can only hope it was).  "he was putting you to sleep, then?" josh snorts (derogatory), finally looking back down at her. his hands move to grip the side of her face, two fingers pinching her cheek. "i'm also tired, you know," he says, voice low, "because someone kept me up all night. maybe i should go nap... you think adela's available for a spoon?"

naomi: a low, frustrated moan builds from the back of her throat as he tugs at her hair, surprising even herself with the sound – she didn't expect him to be so rough with her. maybe that's why she expected him to say something more possessive, rather than bringing up another girl. there's hurt that briefly flashes through her eyes before they fill with fire, aware that dare or not, she wouldn't have intended to hurt him. "angel and i are friends. he's just someone i'm comfortable around – it's platonic," she clarifies, because she hadn't really thought that she needed to until now. she doesn't make jokes about fucking him. "is that really what you want to do? you wanna go?" she hopes to call his bluff, her hand reaching up toward her face to touch his. "because i can find someone else to put their hands on me, but if you just don't want anyone else to touch, then say that," her voice is low, more honeyed than it is aggressive though it's not without a certain edge. naomi's gaze meets his as she guides his hand lower so that he can feel her pulse, the rise and fall of her chest – and then she reels back slowly, falling back onto the mattress so she's just propped up by her elbows, looking up at him with dark eyes. "so, which is it?"

josh: "adela and i are friends, too," he counters, "platonic." does platonic count if you wanted to fuck them at one point? it doesn't really matter, because josh thinks he can tell from the look in naomi's eyes that he had made his point. or maybe it's just because he doesn't actually want to go right now, the air between them crackling with intensity—the sexy kind. josh's eyes darken as he looks down at her, holding himself back from touching her exactly how he wants to right now, because of the vague recollection that they're in public. but it's hard for him not to want to react physically when she talks about other people touching her, even if josh knows she doesn't actually mean it. he can feel the rise and fall of her chest beneath the palm of his hand, his own breathing beginning to match hers, even their heartbeats feeling in sync. sometimes it feels like they know each other so well, josh can anticipate her moves; so when she abruptly pulls away to make her point, it doesn't even surprise him. her elbows have only touched the mattress for a beat before he's grabbing her by the ankle and pulling her towards the edge of the bed he's still standing in front of, so when he finally kneels onto it her body's pinned between him, and he's towering over her. "i wasn't aware i needed to clarify that, as your boyfriend." the word feels pointed, but it's only because josh is still trying it on for size. it fits like a new sweater, needing a few more cycles in the wash before it fits snug. "but fine," hands find hers to pin them against the mattress, fingers interlocking with her own, "i don't want anyone else to put their hands on you. least of all some fucking guy." sorry to angel, but he's just some dude. the bottom half of him leans down so their hips are pressed together, and josh gives her a serious look. "okay?"

naomi: god, she's going to owe angel such a massive apology later. if he'll even hear her out, that is, considering he's just been upgraded (or downgraded?) from mere challenge target to foreplay. she's got twice as much to talk to him about now. still, it's hard not to feel like she's won when josh's eyes go dark and he doesn't pull his hand away from her. naomi's usually turned on when josh is pissed, but usually she's pissed too and trying to hold back. this is kind of fun, feels like a new range of territory for them, and her eyes are charting out all of his mannerisms in a new light, the way his jaw tightens, raising the vein in his neck. there's a gasp from her lips that dissolves into surprised laughter as josh tugs her across the mattress, and she's equal parts turned on and amused by josh's macho display of bravado an utter seriousness over the whole situation – one that she has the perspective of knowing that there's absolutely nothing for him to worry about. she's so aware that he's absolutely going to kick himself over this later. naomi's quiet again as he leans closer, gaze flickering between his eyes and his mouth, not sure where to look as he pins her hands above her head. naomi's tongue swipes across her lips to wet them as she nods, wishing that she could lean up to kiss him in this moment, but she doesn't have the range of motion while she's pinned underneath him. her only weapon is her ability to carve her hips into his, which she does, slow and teasing. "okay, baby," her tone is placating, but a little breathless, "you're the only one." she has no idea if the rest of the villa can see them, but she does have the teeniest bit of self-awareness, and interest in more privacy. "now," her tone is measured, wrists tugging lightly to test his grip, "will you take me inside and prove it?"

josh: they go inside and bang.