#and i was like ahhh idk what else his hands can be doing??

[royalnavyart]

♱ ... unwrapped ... ♱

[inseobts]

HEYYYYY AHHH THANK YOU FOR OPENING REQUESTS AGAIN ‼️‼️‼️is it ok to request an ace x fem! reader with a mix of angst and fluff? Like they’re really close and like each other but one night while the wb pirates are celebrating they share a drunk kiss and the next say reader starts ignores him cause she feels as though he doesn’t remember/he was just drunk and doesn’t feel the same. Fluffy ending though 🤗🤗🤗 THANK YOU AGAIN AHHHHH 🔥🔥🔥

Sober Hearts

portgas d. ace x fem!reader

A/N | idk if this came out as you wanted, hope you like it T.T

WORDS COUNT | 2.8k

TAGS | slow burn, angst to fluff, friends to lovers, drunk kiss, misunderstanding

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The deck of the Moby Dick is alive tonight.

Someone’s playing music. Laughter fills the air. Fire crackles in the middle of the circle, and everyone’s got drinks in hand.

You sit between Thatch and Marco, legs tucked under you, cup already your third... or maybe fourth. Doesn’t matter. It’s a good night.

Whitebeard laughs so loud it shakes the sky “Drink up, family!”

You cheer with everyone else.

Ace sits across the fire from you, one leg up, drink in hand. He’s already shirtless, of course. His smile is big and wild.

"You can't even hold your cup straight." you tease when he almost spills sake on himself.

He smirks “Please, this is nothing. I could drink you under the table.”

“Oh yeah?” you raise a brow “You’d be on the floor crying after two shots.”

“Big talk for someone who turns red after one.” He points to your cheeks “Look. Tomato.”

You gasp “That’s the light from the fire, idiot!”

He leans forward with a lazy grin “Nah, it’s me. I make you hot.”

Your whole face burns now. The crew laughs around you, not really paying attention. But his words? His eyes?

He’s teasing. Of course. He’s always like this with you. Flirty. Playful. Stupidly hot.

You laugh it off and push your cup at Thatch “Refill, please.”

"That’s your fifth." Marco warns, but he’s smiling.

"Then it’s my lucky number tonight." you grin.

You keep drinking. So does Ace. Everyone’s louder now, stories flying across the fire like waves. Jozu starts dancing terribly. Someone spills a bottle. Izo makes a toast to "the best damn family ever".

You laugh, laugh, and laugh some more, until you feel that weird flutter in your chest, that heat crawling under your skin.

Ace looks at you again, smirking like he knows what you’re thinking.

He licks his lip, slowly “Still red.”

You stand quickly, too quickly “I... just need air.”

You walk away before your heart bursts. Down the deck, behind the crates, into the darker part of the ship where the stars are brighter, and the sea sounds louder.

You exhale.

“Stupid Ace,” you mumble, pressing a hand to your hot cheek “Can’t do this in front of everyone…”

You’re not sure what “this” is.

But your skin is on fire, and your thoughts are a mess, and you can still taste sake on your lips.

You close your eyes and lean back against the wooden rail.

Footsteps.

You turn.

It’s Ace.

Of course it is.

“Didn’t think you’d follow.” you say quietly.

He grins “You looked too cute to leave alone.”

You cross your arms “I needed space.”

“Liar.”

You blink “Excuse me?”

He steps closer “You always leave when I get too close.”

You swallow hard “You’re drunk.”

“So are you.”

You don’t reply.

He’s standing just in front of you now. Moonlight makes him look soft. His eyes aren’t teasing anymore.

"Why’d you run?" he asks.

You open your mouth but nothing comes out.

He’s close. Too close.

Your heart? It’s racing.

Then... he leans in.

The silence is heavy.

Ace is standing in front of you. Close. Closer than friends should be. His eyes are dark, not from anger, but from something warmer, something deep. His body radiates heat and sake, and your brain short-circuits as he leans in.

He's going to kiss you.

Ace is going to kiss you.

Your heart slams against your ribs, and suddenly...

You laugh.

A short, loud, stupid laugh.

At his face.

His brows twitch. His lips stop inches from yours.

“...What the hell?” he mutters, blinking.

You slap a hand over your mouth “I—I don’t know!”

You’re laughing harder now, gasping for breath. Your chest hurts, your eyes sting. It's not even funny, but you can't stop.

Ace steps back, face flushed... not from sake. From full-on embarrassment “Seriously?”

“I’m sorry!” you say between laughs, holding your sides “I—God—I just panicked!”

“You laughed. At my face.”

“It wasn’t your face! I mean... okay, maybe a little! But you leaned in and—and my brain just broke!”

He glares, but it’s weak. His ears are bright red now “You’re so stupid.”

You wipe your eyes “I know!”

He looks at you for a second. And then, with a groan, he throws his head back.

“Ughhh—you’re so cute to be this idiotic.” he mutters, half to himself.

You freeze.

“…What did you just say?”

“Nothing.” He turns away.

You grab his wrist “No no no—say it again.”

“I said you’re dumb.”

“You said I’m cute.”

He groans again, tugging his hand back, but you don’t let go.

“You’re drunk.” you say, your voice quieter now.

“Yeah,” he admits “But I still mean it.”

You stare at him. He doesn’t look at you. He’s chewing his lip, eyes on the deck like he regrets everything.

You feel dizzy, and not from the alcohol.

He liked you. Or still does. Maybe. Or maybe he's just being Ace and doesn’t even know what he’s doing to you.

“…Were you really going to kiss me?”

Silence.

Then he asks softly “Would you have let me?”

Your throat tightens.

You whisper “...I think so.”

His eyes meet yours, burning. The heat between you rises like a wave.

He doesn’t say anything else.

He just moves.

Suddenly, his hand is on your waist, pulling you in like you weigh nothing. His other hand cradles your cheek, fingers warm and a little shaky from the alcohol. But his lips? Firm. Confident.

His mouth crashes onto yours.

It’s not sweet. It’s not careful. It’s desperate... hot and messy and way too real.

Your fingers dig into his bare chest without thinking. You feel him groan against your mouth, feel his grip tighten on your waist. He kisses you like he’s starving. Like he wanted this forever.

And maybe he did.

Your back hits the wooden rail, but he follows, pressing into you, breath short between kisses.

“Still laughing now?” he mutters against your lips, voice husky.

You gasp “Shut up.”

He grins, then kisses you again, deeper this time.

Your legs feel weak. His lips trail down your jaw to your neck, slow and burning, and your hands fly up to tangle in his hair.

“You smell like fire.” you breathe.

He chuckles, mouth still on your skin “You smell like trouble.”

You pull back slightly, just enough to meet his eyes.

“We're drunk.” you whisper.

He licks his lips, still breathless “Yeah. But I still know exactly what I’m doing.”

You don’t reply.

You just pull him in again.

And this time, you kiss him first.

Your eyes open slowly.

The sun is already pouring through the porthole. Too bright. Too warm. Your head throbs, but it’s not the worst part.

You feel it right away.

The kiss.

Last night.

You sit up fast.

The heat of Ace’s hands still clings to your skin. His mouth, his voice, all of it floods back in broken flashes. His lips on yours. Your hands in his hair. The way he said, "I know exactly what I’m doing."

Did he?

Or was that just drunk Ace talking?

You don’t know if it meant anything to him. Maybe it was just a game. Knowing him it probably was. Or maybe the heat-of-the-moment, sake-fueled chaos.

You pull on your clothes quickly, your heart hammering.

You need air.

The deck is already alive when you step out. Some pirates are still nursing their hangovers. Others are already laughing and working like the party didn’t just go until sunrise.

You spot him.

Ace.

He’s laughing with Thatch, sitting on a barrel like nothing happened.

Like he doesn’t remember.

Your stomach twists. You freeze in place.

He doesn’t look over. Doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t even glance your way.

Not a single flicker of recognition.

Your throat burns.

You walk the other direction.

Fast.

You avoid him the entire day.

You skip meals. Stay out of sight. No more jokes. No more sitting by the fire. You lock yourself in your cabin with excuses and a pillow over your face.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

What were you thinking? That he meant it? That it was something real?

You wish you’d just laughed and walked away like before. At least then, your heart wouldn’t feel like it was cracking open.

Later, you hear a knock at your door.

“Y/N?”

His voice.

You freeze.

He knocks again “Hey. You alright?”

You don’t move.

“You didn’t come to dinner.” he says “Marco said you’re sick? You okay?”

You press your fist to your mouth.

Sick? Yeah. Sure. Sick in the heart. Sick in the brain.

Sick of hoping.

He knocks one more time “You mad at me or something?”

You squeeze your eyes shut.

Then silence.

You don’t hear him walk away, but you know he does.

You curl under your blanket.

And you tell yourself it was nothing.

That it didn’t mean anything to him.

That he forgot.

Even if you never will.

You’re on deck again the next morning.

Pretending nothing happened. Pretending your heart didn’t split open the night before when he knocked on your door sounding so normal.

You didn’t sleep. You didn’t cry either, not really. You just lay there with your eyes open, heart screaming quietly inside your chest.

Now you smile at Thatch. You laugh at Marco’s grumbles. You help Izo fix his coat.

All while avoiding Ace like he’s the goddamn sun.

But he comes to you anyway.

Of course he does.

“Hey,” he says, walking up behind you like he doesn’t hold your soul in his hands “You feeling better?”

You force a smile before you turn around “Yeah. Must’ve just been the sake.”

He scratches the back of his neck “Yeah. We all went kinda hard.”

“Mm.” You look away.

“Uh, so,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck, eyes suddenly glued to the sky, “I just… I kinda wanted to say sorry. You know, if I said anything dumb last night.”

You freeze inside.

He’s doing this?

You laugh, fake and light “You? Dumb? Nothing new.”

He chuckles, but it’s tight “You know how it is. Everyone says weird stuff when they’re wasted.”

You nod slowly “Yeah. No big deal.”

“No big deal.” he echoes.

You both stand there for a second. Not looking at each other.

You want to scream.

You want to grab his shirt and shake him and say, then why did you kiss me like that? Why did it feel like everything I ever wanted? Why did I let myself believe it meant something?

But instead, you smile again. And this time it’s worse, because your lips are trembling.

“Well,” you say, taking a step back, “I’m gonna go clean the kitchen. Thatch made a mess.”

“Right,” he nods “See you later.”

You walk away.

And your chest aches so badly you have to lean on the wall when no one’s looking.

What were you even expecting?

Of course he didn’t mean it.

Of course he forgot.

He’s your best friend. He was drunk. He was probably just being… Ace.

You bite your lip so hard it stings.

This is fine.

You’re fine.

Meanwhile, Ace watches you walk away.

And his fingers curl into fists at his sides.

He saw the look in your eyes. He saw the smile not reach them. He saw everything.

But he thinks you regret it.

He thinks you hate that it happened.

So he tells himself this is what’s best.

Even if it feels like cutting off a piece of his own heart.

You're helping Marco carry boxes toward the kitchen, chatting casually, finally managing to smile without pretending.

Ace is nearby, laughing with Haruta, stretching in the sun, shirtless as always like he doesn’t know what it does to people.

You haven’t spoken much to him since the “nothing happened” talk. You’ve been civil. Careful. Safe.

And then...

You reach down to pick up a dropped cloth, and Ace does too.

His fingers brush yours.

It’s barely a second, just skin on skin.

But it’s enough.

Your entire body freezes. Your breath stops. Your hand jerks back like you’ve been burned. And when your eyes meet his, it’s like being struck by lightning.

He looks just as stunned. His lips part, but no words come out.

The air between you crackles.

The crew notices.

Izo pauses mid-step. Thatch tilts his head. Marco narrows his eyes.

But you don’t say a word.

You just turn on your heel, and walk away.

Fast.

You hear his voice behind you, sharp and panicked.

“Wait, hey! Y/N!”

You keep walking. Down the hall, around the corner, out of sight.

Footsteps pound after you.

“Y/N!” he calls again, louder now “Don’t walk away from me!”

You whirl around “Why not?!”

He stops in his tracks.

You’re both breathing hard. Faces flushed. Emotions straining at the seams.

He stares at you for a long second, chest rising and falling like he’s about to explode.

And then he does.

“Did... UGH, did you hate that kiss so much?” he shouts.

Your heart slams.

“…What?” you whisper.

He runs a hand through his hair, frustrated, voice rough “I’ve been trying to give you space, I thought you were mad. I thought you regretted it, so I pretended like I didn’t remember because I didn’t wanna make it worse! But now I'm tired!”

“You what?” your voice cracks.

“I remember everything!” he says, stepping closer “Every second. I wasn’t that drunk. I knew what I was doing. I meant it. All of it.”

You just stare at him.

He laughs bitterly, eyes shining with something like anger, something like hurt “And you looked at me like I ruined everything.”

“I thought you forgot...” you choke out “You acted like it meant nothing, Ace.”

His mouth opens, then shuts again.

Silence.

Then, softer “You… you really thought that?”

“I’ve been losing my mind for days.”

His face falls. His voice breaks “So have I.”

You blink fast. Your throat is tight. Your eyes sting.

You laugh weakly, tears pricking “We’re so dumb.”

He steps forward “Yeah. We really are.”

His hand reaches out, tentative this time, fingers brushing your cheek.

You don’t move away.

“I didn’t hate it.” you whisper.

His voice is barely audible “Good.”

He leans in again.

But this time, it’s not messy or rushed.

It’s soft. Slow. Sure.

And when he kisses you again, it feels like everything unspoken finally makes sense.

After the storm, after the yelling, the hurt, the kiss that finally felt real, you and Ace just… stand there for a while.

He holds your hand like it’s made of glass. You lean against him like you’ve been trying to for years. And even though your faces are still hot, and your hearts are still beating out of sync, you feel calm.

“Should we… go back?” you ask quietly.

Ace hums “Eventually.”

You both stay like that a few seconds more.

Then, together, you walk back toward the deck.

Like absolutely nothing just happened.

The crew spots you immediately.

You're both laughing softly, trying way too hard to act normal. Ace scratches his nose. You twirl a lock of hair. Suspicious. So suspicious.

Thatch squints “Okay... what the hell was all that?”

Marco tilts his head “You two just ran off like your hands caught fire and now you're smiling like idiots.”

Izo crosses his arms “Yeah... Explain to us, please.”

You open your mouth, but Ace beats you to it.

He drops onto a crate like he owns it, leans back, throws an arm across his knee, and goes “Well... funny story.”

The crew leans in.

Ace grins “Basically, we kissed when we were both drunk during the celebration night.”

The world goes silent.

You stiffen beside him, eyes wide “Ace!”

He raises a hand “Wait, I’m not done, it's just right that they know too. Then the next day Y/N got mad at me because she thought I forgot the kiss…”

The crew slowly pans to you.

You try to smile. It’s awkward. So awkward.

Ace continues, still far too casual “But I actually thought she regretted the kiss, so that's why I pretended to forget about it.”

He shrugs “Just a big BIG misunderstanding. Funny, right?”

You both laugh.

Quietly.

Awkwardly.

No one else does.

Silence.

Still silence.

Then Thatch stands up like someone slapped him.

“YOU KISSED?!”

The deck explodes.

“WHAT?!”

“WHEN?!”

“WHO KISSED WHO FIRST?!”

“WHAT THE HELL DID WE MISS?!”

“ARE YOU TOGETHER NOW?!”

“IS THIS A THING?!”

Thatch grabs Marco’s arm “I feel betrayed.”

Izo dramatically covers his eyes “I knew there was tension, I just didn’t think they’d be so stupid about it.”

“You guys are literally the worst at communicating.” Haruta sighs.

You bury your face in your hands. Ace just laughs harder.

“Well,” he says, nudging you with his shoulder, “they took it better than I thought.”

You peek at him “You mean the screaming?”

“I mean the lack of violence.”

Thatch walks by and smacks him on the head.

“Okay, yeah, there it is.”

You both laugh... this time, not awkward.

This time, with relief.

[illbegottenfaith]

saboteur

your self-sabotaging tendencies can keep theo away for only so long (theo nott x reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

a/n - yall I fucking lied idk why I just cant find it in myself to cram for midterms rip to my gpa 😭😭😭 eeee the final part!!!!! I had so much fun with this ahhh the setting the tension ARGHHH

tropes/warnings - hurt/comfort, angst, mild descriptions of self-sabotaging behaviours

word count - 1.8k

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See him around, you did not.

You made sure of it. After that afternoon, you started skipping group outings and taking more convoluted paths to your classes. You even started having your meals at ridiculously odd hours, all to minimise the little chance you had of running into Theo. It was a miserable affair, really, having breakfast at 5.30 am with Peeves pelting you with raisins. At least, you hoped they were raisins.

In your defense, what else was a girl to do? As much as you tried to brush it off and forget about it, you couldn't quite erase the image from your head - of Theo wearing a nauseatingly neon mesh vest, looking needlessly bereft.

Of course, what you hadn't anticipated was how much you'd miss seeing him around, even if it was only in passing in the crowded corridors between lessons. You hadn't realised what a helpful outlet your verbal sparring sessions with him were. Now, you kept all your emotions, both good and bad, bottled up and festering till they drove your body to the point of stiffness.

It was at the end of yet another long, gruelling week of this that you decided a soak in the prefects' bathroom was exactly what you needed. You had accidentally figured out how to break in in your fourth year. Though it was a luxury you were careful to indulge in sparingly, you needed a long, relaxing bath now more than ever. You were exhausted - exhausted in the way that stretched beyond your body, burrowing into your chest, weighing down your every thought.

The prefects’ bathroom really was the only place in this castle that let you breathe. You had been here for at least an hour, steam curling around you as you sank deeper into the oversized bathtub. The warmth dulled the ache that had settled deep in your bones after the week from hell.

You let your head tip back against the smooth edge of the tub, closing your eyes as your lips parted in a sigh. You felt the tension in your muscles uncoiling as the aromatic bath salts soothed you. There was nothing quite like the quiet of the ungodly hours of the middle of the night. For a moment, it was peaceful. For a moment, you let yourself forget.

Then the door creaked open.

You startled, barely managing to sink lower into the water before you caught sight of him in the reflection of the stained-glass window above you.

Theo.

He didn’t notice you at first, which suited you just fine. You watched him closely. It was fascinating what a few weeks apart could do - he seemed like an entirely different person. His movements were slow, deliberate, the exhaustion radiating off of him in waves as he yanked at his tie, loosening it with sluggish, uncoordinated fingers. His hair was slightly mussed, his sleeves rumpled from the robes now draped over his arm. The usual sharpness in his gaze had been dulled with fatigue, like the weight of the night was pressing down on him too.

Patrol must have been rough, you mused. His jaw clenched as he let out a slow, tired breath, his hands moving to roll up his sleeves, methodical and practiced.

Then his gaze flickered up, and he saw you.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

You willed yourself to not look away, to not look guiltier than you already did. But still, you couldn't help feeling your pulse pick up as he fixed his gaze on you, brow furrowed. Acutely, you were aware of how unfair it was that he got to be mostly clothed while you were...decidedly less so.

His expression was unreadable, something flickering behind his eyes as he took in the sight of you half-submerged in the bath, your shoulders bare, your hair damp against your skin.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You made a half-hearted attempt to raise your hackles as he took a slow step closer. Fighting was all you ever did with Theo, even at times when you weren’t sure if you really did want to fight with him, like now.

“Bathing,” you said flatly.

He raised his eyebrows, his lips twitching into something wry and unimpressed. “Clearly.”

From the right, a cheeky giggle floated through the warm, sticky air from the mermaid portrait. You flushed, crossing your arms over your chest as you sank a little deeper into the water. “Go away, Nott.”

Theo huffed out something that wasn’t quite a laugh. He studied you for a second longer before exhaling, glancing up toward the enchanted ceiling as if debating whether this was worth an argument.

Then, to your complete surprise, he walked over to the edge of the bath, sat down, and slipped off his shoes. The mermaid sighed dreamily as Theo stripped off some unnecessary layers. You rolled your eyes.

“What are you - ”

He rolled up the hem of his trousers and dipped his feet into the water at the opposite end of the tub, sighing as the warmth engulfed him.

“…staying, apparently,” he murmured, gingerly rolling out his neck.

You scowled. “You’re insufferable.”

“You’re trespassing.”

Well, he had you there. Your fingers curled around the smooth stone edge of the tub. “Are you going to report me?”

Theo exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. He still looked exhausted, the dark circles beneath his eyes more prominent now that he had stepped out of the shadows.

“Too much effort,” he muttered.

You swallowed, unsure how to feel him not using this against you. That, for what had to be the first time ever, you were in the same room together without clawing at each other’s throats.

The silence stretched between you, thick and heavy.

“You’re out late,” Theo finally said, with lidded eyes and a drowsy slur to his words.

You glanced at him warily. “So are you.”

He hummed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Prefect duty.”

“I guessed.” You trailed a hand idly through the water. “Must be exhausting.”

“About as exhausting as breaking into a bathroom that isn’t yours.”

You shot him a look. “I meant, it must be exhausting patrolling a castle full of students who don’t know how to follow the rules.”

Theo’s lips twitched. “Some more than others.”

You didn’t take the bait, merely rolling your eyes. “Well, if you’re going to whine about it, maybe don’t take up the job next year.”

“Tempting,” he muttered, stretching his legs out under the water. He looked so relaxed, so...devastatingly vulnerable. A small smile tugged at your lips. Was this what it was like to get along with Theodore Nott?

“Bet you love it, though,” you said idly. “Getting to boss people around.”

Theo let out a short breath, but the amusement in his expression was gone now.

“I don’t love it,” he said, voice quieter.

You gave him a look. “Could’ve fooled me.”

He finally peeled his eyes open, jaw clenched, fixing his eyes on you with a look that made you feel warm all over.

“You think you know everything about me, don’t you?”

Your stomach twisted. There was something about the way he said it - something in the gravel of his tone that didn’t quite match the conversation anymore. Something that made it clear that he wasn't talking about being a prefect anymore.

You forced a scoff even as your heart hammered dangerously in your chest. “I know enough.”

Theo exhaled sharply, tilting his head slightly toward you. “Yeah?” His voice was sharper now, something simmering just beneath the surface. “Tell me - what exactly is it that you think you know?”

Your fingers clenched slightly against the edge of the tub. “I know that you think you’re better than everyone.”

Theo let out a short, humorless laugh. “Oh, that’s rich.”

“It’s true.”

He let out a sharp bark of derision which echoed dangerously in the bathroom and inside your head. Even the mermaid was dead silent. “Right. Because you’re so selfless and emotionally available.”

You felt a sinking feeling inside you. Your heart clenched. Served you right for thinking you could have anything remotely civil with him. “Fuck off.”

He shook his head, jaw tight. Something about the steely look in his eyes made you nervous.

“You just hate having people care about you, don’t you?”

The roaring in your ears died down. The world seemed to have become unbearably still. You couldn't figure out what kind of game he was playing this time. You didn't recognise the dull yet focused sheen to his eyes. What was he doing? Your breath came faster, your pulse thudding in your ears. “What are you -”

"You think you're so clever, don't you? Think you've figured out how to never get hurt ever again?"

You shook your head. "Stop." Your trembling voice made it sound like a plea. But Theo's eyes flashed with something merciless. Whatever false sense of security the heady air of the bathroom had lulled you into was now well and truly shattered.

“You push people away,” Theo snapped, his voice rising now. You had to get out of this. This was rubbing alcohol pressed flush against where it hurt. You floundered clumsily, helplessly.

"Enough. Please, I'm sor- "

“You make yourself impossible to love so no one even tries, so then you can hate them for leaving.”

"It's not my fault," you cried, gasping for air that wouldn't come. "I didn't ask to be this way!"

"Does that make you feel good?" Theo pressed on, sneering, steamrolling over your protests. "Do you get some sick, perverse kind of pleasure in always being right? That you really will be alone forever?"

Your chest twisted. “Don’t you get it?” Your voice cracked, all the restraint you’d been holding onto finally snapping. “I can't help it! I don’t know how to have anything good!”

“Well, I do!”

The words tore out of him before he could stop them, sharp and raw and furious.

It was the first time he had ever yelled at you.

Your heart stopped. This wasn't a game, not anymore. This didn't feel like a game.

Theo let out a harsh breath, running a hand through his hair. His jaw was tight, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen them.

And then you understood.

The frustration, the bitterness - it had never been about hating you. It had been about wanting you. Loving you, despite knowing that you wouldn’t let him.

Your breath came out unsteady. Theo exhaled sharply.

“I do,” he muttered again, quieter this time. He rubbed at something invisible on one of the tiles. "I know how to have something good. I could...teach you. I could..."

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head like he hated the words before they even left his mouth. "I could show you, if you’d just - ”

His voice caught, and he let out a dry, humorless laugh, like he already knew you wouldn’t take what he was offering. Still, he offered anyway.

"I could have...you. If you let me."

[darlingdaisyfarm]

HEYY!! DIDN’T NOTICE THE ASK BUTTON UNTIL NOW! IM JUST WONDERING HOW YOUR DOING, AND HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAYYY (I apologize for not saying sooner, just found out how to like idk ask or something)

I SWEAR I DON’T MEAN TO SOUND PUSHY OR IF I ASK TOO MANY TIMES, PLEASE JUST SAY IF UTS ANNOYING, BUT DO YOU HAVE: “Jealous!Stanford Pines x Reader” ? CAUSE IDK IM JUST CURIOUS 😭💔

⋆౨ৎ˚ jealous!Ford x you hcs ˖ ࣪

ahhh, thank u so much sweetheart!! no it's not annoying at all, pls dont say that. and sure, here it is! honestly it was pretty helpful for me too because im writing a fic where Ford experiences jealousy. i think it also depends on what exactly he's jealous of (his own brother, random person, pet, etc) and your stage of the relationship

warning its a bit suggestive at the end

ꪆৎ Ford's jealous streak is most obvious when it comes to your mind, i think. like, if you’re showing too much interest in someone else’s ideas, books, or theories, he’ll be the first to drop some passive-aggressive comments

ꪆৎ you’re talking about some science or philosophy with someone, and Ford’s watching, feeling that tiny gnawing jealousy of someone challenging his brilliance. . . he won’t snap, but you'll catch him slipping in little comments, “well, actually, my research on this subject. . . ah, never mind. not worth mentioning to a layperson” ofc it's not directed at you! but to that idiot who dared to interest you

ꪆৎ later, though, after a long talk, he’ll pull you into his study and try to “explain” why only his thoughts matter <333 “you should know, sweetheart, i have 12 phds, allow me to explain you this properly.”

ꪆৎ “what? i’m not upset. i just think it’s interesting that you laughed at his joke when i’ve been trying to impress you with my brain for three years.”

ꪆৎ he starts touching you more too. hand on your knee during conversations. brushing your fingers when handing you smth. standing behind you, palm at the small of your back when you’re with others. and yet still, he doesn’t say a word because he doesn't wanna ruin anything. but his body moves on its own. “this is mine,” is what he’s trying to say

ꪆৎ Stan has always been the loud, charismatic one. Ford’s the thinker, the quiet one, who would rather bury himself in books than make small talk but he just cant help it. Ford doesn’t like it, he doesn’t like how his heart races with frustration or how his fists ball up, wanting to grab you and pull you away. he wont do it, but it doesn't mean he cant imagine it

ꪆৎ if you wear something revealing, Ford absolutely adores it, but insists on walking right next to you all evening

ꪆৎ he overhears you talking about a celebrity crush and spends ten minutes googling them in secret, furiously comparing their jawlines, yeah

ꪆৎ OMG. i believe he clears his throat when someone flirts with you... you know

ꪆৎ if it’s Stan flirting with you, Ford plays it off like he’s above it “Stanley, can you be serious for once?” but his eyes are laser-focused on you, reading your expression

ꪆৎ lmao, you'll probably hear smth as “i hope you had a pleasant conversation with my brother. he can be. . . charming, when he wishes.” prob says it with the politeness of someone screaming internally. and then he obsessively throws himself into work, convinced he's being ridiculous. you're allowed to have friends. you’re not his. not really

ꪆৎ i mean, he wants you to be. but he's terrified of what he might become if he lets himself act like it

ꪆৎ a lot of phrases like “well, i would’ve helped you carry that, but i assume your new friend has that covered.”

“no, go ahead! ill wait. im clearly not as exciting to talk to.” he’ll say it politely though, you wont even notice. even with a smile. and if you don’t pick up on it, he gets quiet and tells himself he’s just being irrational, but it still eats him alive

ꪆৎ Ford still tries to suppress it, but his eyes give him away. he stares. hard. at the person touching you. at the way your mouth curves. at your hands when they gesture

ꪆৎ and if he lets this jealousy win in the public, which happens like really rarely, Ford will absolutely pull you away from a conversation. six fingered hand at your elbow, “excuse us” and you’ll be halfway down the hall before he spins you against the wall

ꪆৎ but may also say, when you're two alone after you spend whole evening talking to someone, “oh, im sorry, were you enjoying yourself? you seemed so. . . engaged with them. i didn’t want to interrupt.”

ꪆৎ you get a pet. a cat, a dog, whatever. and suddenly your affection is going to this creature and not him. Ford doesn’t act out but he gets so still. sits next to you while you pet it, hand on your thigh, but not saying a word. you look over and he finally admits, looking so needy, “i’m being ridiculous but i want to be babied too” so you pull him into your lap instead and he kisses your shoulder with a quiet smile <3

ꪆৎ he gets also weirdly sulky about it. “you let the cat sleep on your chest, when it's my turn?”, “i counted, you kissed it on the head four times. i only got two :(” yes he’s serious. he’s a little unwell

ꪆৎ uhh, u call your pet “baby” and Ford visibly pouts

ꪆৎ if you’re talking to someone “too long” at a gathering, Ford won’t interrupt. but he will appear silently next to you, hand brushing your lower back, and when you finally break away and turn to him like “what’s up?” he’ll smile, as always, so polite. “nothing. i just missed the sound of your voice”

“that person seemed very interested in you. lucky them.”

“did you like the way they looked at you?”

ꪆৎ and the thing is, he’s insecure. so when he’s possessive, it’s always laced with guilt. Ford hates that he wants to stake a claim. hates how it feels to need you so much it makes his skin crawl when you’re focused on someone else

ꪆৎ Ford's jealousy always turns into guilt. he’s always so self-critical, he feels like he should be better than this. Ford knows it’s irrational, that you wouldn’t cheat or leave him for someone else, but it doesn’t stop the surge of possessiveness.

ꪆৎ he can’t help but feel like maybe he’s not enough for you, and that’s what sparks the jealousy in the first place. he feels the jealousy deep in his chest, this irrational, ugly thing he can’t quite stamp out

ꪆৎ he’ll kiss your neck just a little too hard. grip your wrist too long. but it’s always followed by “was that okay?” or “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to get carried away.” and god help him if you ever tease him for it

ꪆৎ “ohhh, baby. you’re jealous, aren’t you?” he’ll bristle, sputter, adjust his coat and glasses, trying to avoid looking into your eyes. “that’s ridiculous. i— no, i simply don’t appreciate disrespect. I’m not. . . possessive.” but when you'll play this game of silence, watching him, waiting him to spill it, oh he will!! “okay. was it that obvious?” he’ll say this so small. you’ll want to eat him alive <3

ꪆৎ Ford doesn’t always keep it all bottled up, so then, when you’re finally alone and he got u all to himself, he’s kissing you, but being more rough about it, not like hurting you, but sometimes, i like when Ford gets more dominant and brave in his actions. hand around your jaw, palm splayed across your back, pulling you in. “you’re mine.” he'll whisper right into your lips because hes lowkey getting turned on by your little gasps whenever he tightens his grip. “no one else gets to hear these sounds from you. please, tell me, tell me im the only one.” he always has to ask, always needs to hear it back

ꪆৎ if you ever jokingly mention how hot he gets when jealous, he will hide his face in your shoulder/neck/hair, very very quietly muttering, “you’re cruel, honey, you enjoy making me lose my mind, don’t you?”

[veejiez]

I WANT YOUR PRAISE

↳ GOJO さとる + fem!reader

Note : what. where did this come from. idk but ENJOY 😈

Warnings : minors do not read/interact : smut/explicit content : kinda sub!Gojo, cunnilingus

Gojo needs to hear your praise when he's buried between your thighs swirling his tongue around.

He lets out a nearly pathetic whimper as his lips plant on your clit. Gojo's always dove between your thighs before anything else, even if you're begging for his cock.

"But cum on my tongue, first" and "I need to taste you" he just refuses to let you have his cock unless he's slurped up your juices.

The tip of his tongue rolls slow, meticulous circles around your clit to start but he always ends up gasping on your pussy and eating it like some crazed incubus.

Feeling your hands weave into his snowy hair makes his dick throb, and he just moans onto your pussy. He plants kiss after kiss, looks up at you and can barely maintain eye contact because the both of you are rolling your eyes at how good it f— wait, why is he rolling his eyes, too? It's as if he's the one deriving pleasure from his own mouth.

He doesn't let up until your juices and cum dribble out your hole and run down your crack. When he pulls back he's heaving, admiring his work; your pussy is so plump and puffy, just like his lips.

You're blissed out, dazed and dizzy from all the orgasms he worked out of you with his quick tongue.

And then he sinks his cock into you while you're trying to catch your breath; it makes you gasp.

"F-fuck! S-so good..." he melts into your chest and pumps his cock into you, "D-did I do good? Did I eat that pussy how you like? Y-yeah? Tell me how good I am for you. Please. I want your praise."

He slams his hips harder and harder plap plap plup each time you praise him.

"Y-you did so good for me, made me feel so go—FUCK ahhh s-so good. Satoru. You're so fucking good for me."

His heart flutters and oops... he's cumming when you tug on his hair. Seems like it's his weakness.

© arminsumi

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[multifariousqueer]

🤎Logan Howlett smut hcs!!!🐻

A/n: ahhh is it good to be back 😍😍. But seriously, I missed you guys and I hope to write more for yall. Requests are open and feel free to request any Logan smut or images(or thoughts) 🫶🏽🤎

Warnings: smut obvi, PiV, unprotected sex, mentions of cum, pet names(Princess, baby, good girl), strong language, NOT PROOFREAD, mentions of smoking, idk I think that’s it 🫶🏽

Okay so this man is completely into foreplay. Like it can last anywhere from hours up to days and it is mind numbingly amazing.

This man isn’t patient but if foreplay lasts days, it’s because of work and maybe just wanting a better release however he will never deny you of what you want.

Will play with your ass every chance he gets. On the couch? He’s kneading your ass. In bed? He’s biting. Anywhere he can? He’s playing with it. How can he help it? It’s so soft.

Picks you up and throws you around like you’re nothing. Honestly, you could be 200lbs and he would still toss you around and pick you up like you were a doll.

He’s really into biting in bed btw.

Eats you out and finger’s you until you cum at least twice before he actually fucks you. He never leaves you unsatisfied

He’s been around the sun 200 times. This man knows his way around iykwim.

Bites your inner thighs, neck, and anywhere else he can find as a way of marking his territory

He swallows.

There’s no way that this man doesn’t have super stamina. Rounds can last anywhere from 30 minutes to 6 hours.

Isn’t afraid to use toys but he is good enough at his job to not have to use them

Loves watching you cum. Like it gives him a boost of serotonin

Cums just at the thought of you sometimes

Would talk you through it

Pet names get used all the time.

“You like that, princess? Yeah? Fuck you’re so perfect, baby”

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Dominant but he won’t shake you off if you try to be dominant. He might even entertain it for a bit before giving in and guiding you.

When you first had sex, you almost shrieked at how big it was.

Speaking of big, this man is big in EVERY way. All I’m saying is that if he weighs 300lbs, something else must be big

His dick is the perfect combination of thick and long. Like it’s perfect

So perfect that the first time you gave him head, he let out a breathy laugh because you stared at him in shock

“That’s my good girl”

Like does this man have back problems or?

Speaking of backs, yours is getting blown by him. Like he definitely grabs your arms when hitting it from behind so you feel the full force of him

Light groaning and moaning bc of how good you feel 😵‍💫😵‍💫

“Oh Fuck, baby I love stretching this pussy out” “no one will ever fuck you this good?” “Yeah you’re all mine?” “My own personal pocket pussy?”

Unprotected because he loves to see his cum pool in your pussy and drip down your leg(if you can stand),

You had to have a long talk about him not smoking after sex in bed.

“Babe, you said you’d stop after our sheets got ruined because of the ash.” “I know I know”

Puts it out on his hand and goes outside to do it from now on.

Gives you his clothes to wear after

Lots of kissing and touching

Safe to say, you’re in good hands

[haveihitanerve]

BUS! I know I came back to land for a reason…

Also- for-word: um. Be prepared? Its not innocent. At all. Not about a bus. Um. yeah. Don't watch around people. Yeah. thats all the advice i can offer. Now go off into the world Penelope Jemima B. D. And show the world who you are 😭

(the amount of distress i had while watching this is insane) anyway:

Idk what AJ and Tom were saying at the very beginning but cuteness 

“You're gonna fucking love it.” Tom is an iconic king but also AJ and Sam laughing at his dumb little jokey intro will always be the cutest thing to me

“Hopefully in that order…” yes please lol

“BUS!” AJ really enjoyed that- gorgeous cackle, 10/10. Sam doesn't know what to do with that and Tom has just reverted to repeating it bc… wow

“First murder.” “last murder” goodness gracious what lmaooo

Toms little pat on AJ’s back as they started the scene 😭

AJ awkwardly scooting away as Sam comes closer but also moving closer because he needs to at all times be touching them 😭

“You don't see young people reading anymore.” Ok idk if its intentional or not but every time we get a scene like this in any way sam always starts insulting young people for being on their “tablets and iphones” and etc etc, and i don't know if its an actual grievance that he has at this point lmao(even tho we as fans connect to them thru this but wtv lol) or if hes mocking old people for their grievances and either one works for me really lol i just wanna knowww

Sam: Good book? AJ: *every book ever created ever in the history of ever leaves his mind* yeah yeah, uh u-yeah uh its the-the the- the sexbook. Yeah thats such a good book AJ, i agree

“Quite a coincidence.” AJ: *blinks, not sure what to do with that information just casually dropped with nothing else* wha-what Sam: *smirks* Tom: *offstage* :D 

Sam: I wrote the sexbook Tom: *oh did you??* *legs crossed, hand over mouth, classic tom pose that slays every. single. time.*

“Arthur big dick” Tom shaking with silent laughter, AJ almost caving with a laugh, Sam laughing as he says it. Idk shared laughter means a lot to me

“Name five of them.” No thats foul- because AJ couldn't even think of one and now you’re making him come up with fivvveee titles sam??? Thats loowwww XD

“Big Dick 1, 2, 3 ,4 and 5.” The groan of the crowd lmaooo- they really wanted to hear AJ come up with creative titles lol

Tom’s disappointed nose pinch in the corner XD

“Im just gonna fangirl here real quick-” yes AJ! Yes! Finally we are represented!!

Sam: You're a girl? *slowly removes his hand from Aj’s shoulders* AJ: *did not think that far ahead, nor that it’d be commented on* ye-yes? Sam: ah.*contemplates* this is much creepier than I thought it was LMAOOOOO (Toms little grin shaky laugh in the corner 🫠)

“I just feel like your writing- it just really gets to the heart of- of the sexual experience.” truly, inspirational work Sam

“Didn't like it.” Silence as AJ just stares at him. :| yes. Do continue. 👀

Tom and AJ’s laugh as Sam just doesn't answer XD

“He-hello?” AJ sounded genuinely concerned for Sam lol

“Where did you go?” “the sea.” regrets it before the words are even out- XD

The way they both broke, shook for a few seconds, and then straightened in sync is insane

Its like a fricking switch was flipped holy shit- laughing- then suddenly sitting upright and focused again lol wow

Toms little giggling in the corner omfg-

“Are you getting off? Whe-where are you getting off?” He heard the joke and immediately corrected lmaooo

“Well, turn to page seven!” “Ahhh!” “Ahhh!!” the whole finger pointing and like “hahahaha i knew you'd say it you shit” is amazing and i adore it

“How old are you?” Has to clarify for the scene, i appreciate it sam lol

“32. How-how-” “okay.” “okay.” yeah maybe its better not to clarify sam’s age- seeing as hes been at sea for 60 years yet was clearly an adult when he wrote the book and- lets not get into it

“Im actually getting off at the next stop-” “mhumhmh” AJ and Tom’s little smiles at his dumbass joke ahhhh i love

Also- side note- his book gets off already at page seven??? Thats pretty early right? Or am i tweaking? Actually its a book about sex called Sexbook so nevermind, ignore me

“Im actually a writer myself.” “oh really? What have you written?” “big vagina 1, 2, 3.” Sam completely folds at that, and Tom’s little smile as AJ smirks, proud of himself ahhh such dorks :) 

“But i haven't- *breaks* i haven't released any yet because *voice shakes with laughter* im too afraid. *sam casually dying in the background trying not to laugh* Im too afraid of showing my work *breaks again* cause i will be judged.” The hand to the heart is truly my favorite thing XD

“Jemima.” Sam: *shit what was my name again* AJ: Arthur B. D. Sam: *thats right thank you* Arthur B. D. WOW!!! AJ remembered a name!!! Brilliant. 

Brilliant stagecraft of leaving the bus AJ, adore

Tom gets to be in a scene now! Yay!

“Boys…” Sam thought he could sit down and relax- nope! AJ is trying, but, yep he has to stand again too lol

Tom unbuttoning his shirt just to reveal a shirt underneath is a power move holy shit-

“As the united kingdom communist part we just cant take that.” Tom squints at him: mmmhmmm. *shakes head because he does not like that* Sam: *does it back equally as passive aggressive* mmmmmhhhmmm

“Us fine upstanding, british *lacking a very substantial british accent* communists that we are.” 

I see Tom is trying to revive Xavier???? Or smth…

“Oh what did you just stutter to me?” His strut-

AJ’s tongue in cheek smile as he approaches-

That chin tilt???????? Oh ma my my-

“How did you get my name so wrong?” ahh how quickly the mighty fall😔

“Magnus o. Puss.” AJ’s almost break at the name lmaooo

“Cause i have a full magnus full of o puss.” Sam’s breaking of character so completely that he just covers his face in shame lmaooo XD

“You just wiped your nose.” “Sorry.” “you're wearing a jumper.” wow tom- just insult everything about him i guess XD AJ: 😔sorry…

Aj trying to escape the scene. Tom: don't just sit down and cry! No mercy…XD

“Flatmate.” “oh!” AJ’s relief lmaooo

Tom: I’m the other flatmate. :/ keep trying buddy, one day you'll join the scene again lmaooo

“Get on the couch.” “how was your day?” “how was your day?” “how was your daaaay?” the way theyre actually sitting really close together with Tom almost leaning against Sam’s shoulder 🫠

“You know, my writing,” “We’re big fans.” Tom casually interrupts to clarify and support- and like- i know its for the scene and they’re building a really quick relationship- but AJ actually is a writer/director and they do actually watch his stuff-😭- anyway-

Sam and Tom’s continuous looks at each other “Oooooooh!”

“Its from your time.” THERE WE GO!!! SOME OLD JOKES!!!! “Oh yeah, just us two 65 year old women with our 32 year old flatmate!” lmaoooo they're all women and not one of them originally meant to be XD

“Well we were five.” “At first it didn't do much for us.” I would hope not Tom, but thanks for clarifying…

“As we matured-” “as we matured-” “Like our bible-” “like our bible-” im loving this casual repetition they have going on, wonderful

“It was spiritual but also exciting.” “like cocaine.” “like cocaine.” Sam would know… and still with the repetitions XD

“That would be convenient to the plot.” I love how Sam feels the need to say this aloud and not just subtly hint at it- because knowing the two idiots he’s on stage with- sorry, chaos demons- they would totally let him try to build it up like that, and then never actually get the plot going in that direction lmaooo

“Oh my gosh.” Sam and Tom both cracking at his gasp- now drum roll, will Aj stick to the plot or is he throwing in a curveball???

“Is it convenient to the plot?” Tom looks like he doesn't want it to be- just to annoy Sam lmaooo

“And i looked out the window temporarily-” *almost breaks* Aj- i love you, but there are more casual ways to let this further the plot, you know that right XD

“Well this sounds perfectly plausible.” After he and Tom just destroyed any way it could be plausible

“You've cracked my code did you?” we get a snippet of Aj’s delightful laughter, beautiful

“Pass the torch up. There you go.” AJ: *finger point of “clever”* lol

“You cant go off again back to sea.” “..okay.” AJ’s break at the easy agreement lol-

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW i did not expect a cute hug scene!!!!!! Yay!!!! 🫠💗

Ok- i will be honest- i really though Aj was going in for a kiss at first- and i kind of believe Sam thought so too with the whole “i always wanted a daughter” to solidify its purely sweet and not romantic just in case aj gets any more ideas lol

Sam’s “oh!” and hunch drop into Big Dick because he thought he was Tom’s assistant??? And not big dick, but here he is again lmaooo

Tom’s little vibrating act made AJ fold and i think its wonderful XD

Tom climbing on a chair because he needs to be taller ofc, classic

“You could look, im not wearing underwear.” Sam, not only looking, but doing the appreciate, yeah head nod is crazy

“Im everything you fear.” AJ interrupting his build up to monologue to snort is priceless

“You were just a lowly intern-” Hang on a fucking minute sam- Tom is how old???? That was 60 years ago- i don't care how young and lowly he was- he was at least a teenager which makes him a seventy something yead old man- y'know what its better not to ask

“Even you couldn't… open it.” Tom freezing in place in an effort not to laugh, Sam’s head hanging in disappointment, and AJ just having the time of his life 

THEM GENUINELY JUST LETTING/MAKING AJ WRITE THE ENDING OF HIS SEX BOOK ON STAGE IS THE BEST AND CRAZIEST THING EVER WHAAAAAAAT

Tom’s little head drop forward like “what are you saying aj? Oh you're doing this? Okaaay…” 

“Penelope.” sam. Sam. sammy. Samuel. Its Jemima. 

“Im trapped in a vagina.” Tom, AJ, and Sam all cracking at the perfectly set up joke, classic

“How is he doing this?” Sam not helping at all and making AJ come up with it XD

“He says it just- hes a ghost.” AJ has given up lmaooo

“Astral penetration.” AJ BREAKING FULLY, FOLD ON STAGE, MID STAGE!!!!

“Magnum o, full stop, puss.” Sam checking his watch to see how much he has to speed this up lmaoooo

“Hell die inside of that vagina.” *both break* XD

“Im in my office on another floor…” Tom really wanted to be in the scene and they keep forcing him out XD

“Hes astral penetrated me-” Sam fully folds on stage too- he knew, he just knew AJ would make it weird- specifically made it so that they were established as daughter-dad relationship- and yet AJ still found a way LMAOOOO

“Don't make me call security.” “Call security! I don't care!” “Security.” “JA. I am secure.” Tom baby im just not sure thats what he meant XD

“Im just going to put this out there: we have several copies.” lmaooo Aj come on!

“But then your friend would die inside wouldn't he?” AJ: *HAHAH FUCK YOU!!!* “ahh fuck.” Sam is impressed lol

WHERE DID HE GET THE SWORD?????

[drenched exit] sam: awww come on! *disappointed as though he didn't help set it up*

[door closes with a moist SMACK] Tom: *smiles because hes proud of himself*

“You've been meditating inside a big member!” why do they keep making it worse better

[juicy splash] Sam: *makes sound of disgust and disappointment*

“Its perfectly natural!” You tell ‘em king!

Physic powers?????

“You-you've pinned it to the wall.” … aj… theres no emoji or anything to convey my expression rn, but i assume its the same as yours so… yeah…

“You must challenge him.” AJ: *breaks fully because he did not expect sam to just appear behind him while hes being tortured?? by a man rubbing his own nipples*

“Feel the tension!” i feel the tension alright😭

Aj having to laugh mid battle (real) because  w h a ha t???

What is going on😭😭😭

OH MY GOD WHAT???? SAM ESCAPED THE VAGINA????

pleasedontkisspleasedontkisspleasedontkisspleasedontkisspleasekisspleasekiss

“That vagina was so acidic.” Sam please don't say things like that while you're dying in AJ’s arms- XD

“Im so happy i met you on the bus that day.” You mean literally that morning?? Or did i miss a time jump?

“The big vagina 4. *moans*” Death. 

aj helping tom up from the floor😭🫠

AND, SCENE!!! wow. That was… wow. Ok. Um. So. If you couldn't tell, i got very distressed towards the end. Like very. It was very good though, kinda what i expected. I’m sad Luke isn't there but glad he wasn't because it would have been so much worse 😭 but uh. Yeah. that was fun! So… hope you enjoyed???

@snek-of-eden you were so right, the chaos is unmatched and wow. Thank you!!

@dawn-speckled

[wukyma]

yeeop hi, it’s me, the loser who’s writing fanfic for your ghost antinous au! i’ve got some vague and ideas and a decent amount of words done but i saw one of your posts saying you’re writing a document for the au?

i’m thinking i’ll be waiting for that before i make any other big writing decisions, i’m very excited for it :D

Ahhh sorry for the confusion, that was for another thing :'D

Regardless, I do have some ideas for ghost Antinous if you're interested!

(sorry for mentioning but u said u were interested too so @bb-bugspot)

Yappery under the cut 👇

You know that Hermes was also a guide for the dead? One of his "jobs" was bringing souls of mortals to the underworld – the 108 suitors as well, apparently, and whether they were buried appropriately or not doesn't really matter here

What happens? A certain ghosty someone (Antinous) spends the whole day trying to strangle both Odysseus and Telemachus (spoiler: he can't), missing Hermes' arrival to Ithaca like a loser ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Hermes bringing a hoard of souls to the underworld: let's see... One, two, three, four... ten......... nah I'm too lazy to do that, bye idiots *flies away*

Now we have Antinous, stuck in the mortal plane where no one can see him, having to watch the happy and thriving family, annoyed, jealous, and alone. Like he deserves tbh

And since I was leaning into comedy in the beginning, Telemachus starting to hear (and later even see; idk maybe Hermes' heritage activated or smth) him is a source of all kinds of moments where he has to act like ✨ everything is fine ✨ while there's an angry dude screaming in his ear "PAY ATTENTION TO ME"

If we sprinkle it with sad vibes then Antinous is pestering Telemachus for two reasons:

he hates him and has nothing better to do anyway

it's the closest thing to human interaction he has now lol

Basically talking to (read: pissing off) Telemachus is the only entertainment, and as time passes he just becomes something of a voice of conscience but diametrically opposed, and by that I mean:

"Who does this prick think he is?! Kick his ass Tele KICK HIS ASS"

"Wow, loser (Peisistratus probably idk) actually likes you, what a moron. You too btw"

Probably the first thing Telemachus sees in the morning too,, poor boy; maybe Antinous even tries to trip him up from time to time (they can't touch each other but small things like these work), invades his personal space, swipes off random objects from their designated surfaces, talks shit during family dinners (Telemachus actually thinks some of it is funny but he won't say that out loud, nuh uh) Penelope and Odysseus are a bit concerned about the strange expressions he makes XD

That dynamic goes on until the moment Antinous says a particularly foul joke and Telemachus slaps him (not really hoping for anything since every time he tried his hand just went through); the hit lands, both are like wtf just happened??? That puts an end to random chaos because (1) Telemachus is older now and will/can beat the shit out of him (2) Antinous just doesn't find the same satisfaction in annoying the prince like before, for some reason

So they just....... come to accept the situation and stick together like the weirdest pair of mismatched socks. END

(one more crumb of comedy material: Antinous now drops random objects on people's heads when they disrespect Telemachus or some similar thing)

That's it! There's one important thing I wanna say tho,, what I wrote is just my vision, if you had something else in mind and it doesn't align with this don't worry too much!! I want to know your ideas as well, and honestly, there wasn't a lot of thought put in cooking up an actual plot on my side; write whatever you feel like writing, I'm already happy those sketches inspired somebody X)

(And! Guys!! A bit of disclaimer: it's not like I'm sticking fingers in ears and going lalalalalala when it comes to Antinous' canon jerk behavior, or justify him – this whole au retains ✨funsies rights✨, don't take it too seriously please)

[eveninggstar]

I Love You

Summary: you’ve been dating Jake for a few months. When he takes you on a shopping spree at the mall, you find a photo booth and tell him how you feel.

Warnings: fluff, angst, happy ending, kissing, lipstick kisses, readers looks aren’t specified (only that they wear lipstick) but intended to be female, no use of y/n, jake and reader being stupid

A/N: heyyy 👀 sorry i’ve not posted

n e wayz

i saw a video on insta of this couple in a photo booth and the boy hand lipstick kisses on him from his girlfriend and she told him that she loved him. his face was so cute but i read the comments and saw ‘notice how he didn’t say it back’ and i saw a comment that they aren’t together anymore and i was just like 😨

sorry that’s long anyway enjoy

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Today you and Jake had been on an incredible shopping spree. Seeing as it was your birthday the week prior, Jake practically begged to pay for your things. The past three months are probably the best three months of your life. The way Jake made you feel felt indescribable. That was until a specific word came to mind in a one afternoon movie session. You were laying in your back, with Jake’s head smushed against your chest. He had fallen asleep with his arms wrapped around you as you scratched his scalp. Looking down at his peaceful face, and one word flashed across your mind. Love.

Ever since that moment at your apartment, you have been trying to find the right moment to tell Jake. You hoped he loved you back. Of course he did, why else were you two always together or why did he always want to spoil you. You hoped.

Your shopping spree was coming to a close, Jake’s arms full of your items as he repeatedly refused to let you hold even the small bags. As you and Jake were about to leave the mall, he suddenly stopped and gasped.

“Oh. My. God.” He turned to you, jumping to the balls of his feet. “Baby, we have to take photos!” He pointed towards the photo booth, the multiple bags in that arm swaying. “This can be your best birthday ever.” He walked the small steps towards you and dropped his head to your shoulder and mumbled, “Please, please, please.”

You turned your head to look at him pouting, with his new lip piercings (AHHH they look so good girl don’t even!!!(i started writing this when he got them done)). You kissed his forehead, leaving him to have a giddy smile on his face, “Of course!”

After manoeuvring all the bags of endless clothes and accessories and paying, you and Jake sat comfortably on the seat. You reapplied your lipstick quickly to give Jake multiple kiss marks on his face and neck. You had only missed his lips. Luckily the camera had taken a photo during.

“Ummm, you forgot a place.” He looked at you then pushed his lips out as far as they could. You looked at him, a small smile on your face as the camera captured the moment.

“Where?” You grabbed his face, looking for the area you missed. You knew he was on about his lips, but there was nothing wrong with asking.

“My lips!” he whined.Giving in, you kissed him. Meanwhile you were thanking god first taking a photo. “Okay, we have one left. What do we do?”

You were both sat looking forwards at the camera thinking. He was thinking of a pose to do, meanwhile you were debating on telling Jake you secret the had been eating away at you.

The photo booth was on the two second mark. Giving in you looked at him, “I love you.” The camera took the last picture, Jake’s face the happiest you’ve ever seen it.

He quickly turned his head towards you, “Really? Are you serious?”

“Yeah.” You timidly smiled at him, looking through your lashes at him. He nodded then got up, picking up your bags and left the photo booth. You were gobsmacked (is this a term people outside england use? idk it’s like shocked) and a little sad. You thought Jake was going to say it back. Yet, he had just left.

Deciding to follow him, he was waiting for you after pocketing both photo strips, leaving it a very awkward drive to your apartment.

When Jake arrived at his shared house with his friend Johnnie, he had an irreversible smile on his face. Johnnie, only just woke up, came down the stairs and noticed as his roommates dimples were the deepest he had ever seen them.

“Dude.” Jake bolted to the disheveled man, unable to stop bouncing on the balls of his feet and he swings his arms in an up agg bc d down motion.

“What?” Johnnie croaked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He was struck by the happy Jake as he grabbed Johnnies shoulders, causing the Johnnies eyes to widen in shock.

“She said she loves me!” Jake was jumping up and down with an indescribable joy, slowly Johnnie began to jump with him.

Meanwhile, you were in your room. You were sat at your vanity desk, looking at yourself and wallowing in self pity. Why did he seem so happy when you and it, yet didn’t say it back? Or anything for that matter! You constantly asked yourself what signals you couldn’t read. Maybe he didn’t love you, maybe he was planing on breaking up.

It had been a week, a week of one worded texts or dry texts back and forth with Jake. You hadn’t even called or hung out together since your birthday. So when you were grocery shopping, you were surprised to see Jake calling you.

“Hello?”

“Come over to mine.” He sounded incredibly serious. Seems like he had made up his mind and was going to break up with you. The best person in your life would be no longer apart if it. Then, he hung up, leaving you to wallow in self pity.

Knocking on the door to Jake’s house, you didn’t look as good as you knew you were able to. The door slammed open, showing Jake with a new tattoo on his arm. A love heart. Jake grabbed your arm and quickly pulled you inside, not realising the tight grasp he had.

“Oh my god! i’m so sorry,” he looked at you with his adorable puppy dog eyes, pouting his pierced lip then leant in to kiss the mark-less area. “Come sit,” he repetitively famed his hand towards himself as he walked over to the couch, then sitting down.

You stayed standing as he looked up at you with a certain glow, smiling at you. This, of course, irritated you. The man had the audacity to act like this yet couldn’t even bother to text you.

“Jake, stop!” You raised your voice, being serious. His smile and eyebrows dropped, not knowing what was wrong.

“What’s-”

“You don’t get to act like this if you’re going to break up with me! Just do it now.” You interrupted him. As soon as you finished your sentence he shot up, wrapping his long arms around you. He buried his stupidly handsome face into your hair, lowering his voice.

“What makes you think i want to break up with you?” His voice was as soft as one of those adorable golden puppies.

“It just that-” you sighed, pulling away to rest your hands on his chest and his fell to your waist. “Since i said that i loved you, you’ve been avoiding me.” You stopped, looking to see if he would say anything. Realising there was no point, you decided to bury your hole of self pity deeper. “Please, just break up with me. It will make this so much easier.”

Jake watched as tears gathered in your eyes. Grabbing both sides of your face, he angled you so the out of you were eye to eye. “I love you so much. Words can’t even describe it.” He had a soft smile on his face. “I love the times we go shopping together,” he kissed your cheek, “I love it when you leave lipstick marks all over me,” he kissed the other cheek, “and i love you.” he kissed your lips.

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[millers-angel]

hi, when you replied to my comment about daddys girl, and having reader and joel make out in front of the mom and shes like well thats not normal but sure i guess........

i had to come all the way up here bc i NEED to tell you that the thought of that alone woke something up in me and now i can't put it down!!!

i gently BEG you to follow that brilliant idea through and write it because i can't even tell you how...... "awake" thinking about this made me!!!

like.... they are on the couch making out and maybeee starting to get touchy, but BAM the mom walks in and her first instinct is freeze, no reaction, just a genuine what the fuck

joels first instinct on the other hand is gaslight gatekeep girlboss his way out it by acting all nonchalant about it. hes like: (heartrate at a 1000miles per hour) hi honey, how was your day?

reader is so scared she just follows his lead, but continues to sit on his lap quietly. he keeps making conversation like its just another tuesday.

then the mom is like: well work was fine but what the hell joel?

joel: well honey she just was feeling down and i needed to cheer her up, im her dad its my job to take care of her (or some other lame excuse like we were just playing and got caught up in it) but its no big deal honey, don't make a scene, don't accuse nonsense, you are overreacting if you think this is a big deal....

and shit like that, manipulating the situation until the mom thinks she's in the wrong for even caring about it.

meanwhile reader lets joel do alllll the talking but once she catches up that he's got it, she maybe goes back to him and continues touching him a little, or kissing his cheeks or neck while he talks....... maybe even grind a little, not enough for the mom to see but enough that he feels it

then the mom is like dumbfounded but goes: well okay if you think this is ok im just gonna take a shower

and hes like: alrighty honey. now baby where did we left off hm? and goes right back to making out with her and the mother that is still there like 🧍🏻‍♀️just goes away in absolute shock but at the same time maybe going a lil crazy bc joel can REALLY manipulate her well

once she really leaves them, reader starts laughing about it and they fuck while making mean jokes about the whole situation

ANYWAY this is just an idea, if you ever wanna make a real something out of it let me know because i would kiss the ground you walk upon (like i don't already do.....) and love YOU for being the same time of crazy as me and suggesting this that now i can not get it out of my head.

GIRL YES I LOVE YOUR THINKINGGG AHHH i will, i'm actually already writing about it and i hope it's okay with you taking this idea 😭 i'm so into like them making out—or else in front of someone else idk HASJHDAS AHHH

ily seriously you just blew my mind with this, really🩷

[shattered-person]

CHAPTER 2!!!!!!!

Chapter #2

"Putain, Piano man va me tuer, il est 19:58!" (Fuck, Piano man is gonna kill me, its 19:58!") Thought Chuuya, before dashing away as quickly as he could to the restaurant.

He would never admit it - if he did Albatross would never make him hear the end of it - but the reason for his unusual delay was that he had gotten pretty caught up in drawing a brown haired boy he saw at the park.

The boy looked as happy as a kid on Christmas and was talking to a black haired candy-eater. He was looking so enthusiastic talking joyfully about whatever subject, that Chuuya couldn't help but wonder what were they discussing. He did hear the word "Eiffel Tower" so naturally, the ginger assumed that the boys were tourists.

On the other hand, he did also hear the words "die" and "jump" so he hoped it wasn't anything serious.

                                    •••

"J- je suis là!" ("I-im here!") The ginger exclaimed, panting and trying to catch his breath.

"Bon sang, oú été tu Chuuya?!" (Good grief, where were you Chuuya?!")

"Désolé, je me suis fait distrait." (Sorry, I got distracted.")

The boy quickly put on his clothes, which had the restaurant's name on them, before grabbing a notebook and hurrying over to the clients.                                                                 •••

"Where do you wanna go now Ranpo?"

"I don't know, maybe we should head back."

"Sure!"

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An hour later, thanks to Ranpo claiming he knew the way, the duo finally came back to their new home.

"Ahhh, I'm already in love with this place!"

"Yeah, it sure is nice. What d'you wanna eat?"

"CANNED CRAB!" Shouted the brunette as loud as his vocal cords would allow him.

"You need real food Dazai. You've barely eaten anything else then canned crab since Yosano-san bought it home from her trip to Japan."

"But it's sooo good~!"

Ranpo sighed in defeat, already walking to the kitchen.                                    •••

"Alors, Chuuya qu'est ce qui t'a autant distrait, pour que tu sois en retard au travail? Toi qui est toujours à l'heure d'habitude." ("So, Chuuya what got you so distracted, for you to be late to work? You who is usually always on time.")

The flags decided to go to their usual bar after there shift. It was Chuuya's first time there as he only turned eighteen a month ago. The ginger however did not prepare for his friends intense questioning.

Chuuya blushed profoundly at his friends questioning. He certainly didn't want to talk about Brown - haired boy (he had eventually given the boy a name). On the other hand, the flags where his friends, the ginger could definitely trust them.

"Il y avait un garçon que j'ai vu au parc, il été assez mignon et j'ai commencé à le dessiné mais j'ai perdu le sense du temps." (There was a boy that i saw at the park, he was pretty cute and i started drawing him but i lost track of the time.") The ginger admitted, now blushing even harder.

"Oooh,est-ce-que notre très cher collègue ne serait pas amoureux?" (Oooh, is our dear colleague in love?") Asked Ice man, a smirk dancing on his face.

"Tais-toi ça n'a rien à voir avec l'amour, et de toute façon, c'était probablement un tourist." ("Shut up it has nothing to do with love and anyway, he was probably a tourist.")

The friends continued their discussion on something else than Chuuya's "crush" which he was very grateful for. Before long it was near midnight and the friends all headed home, ready to meet again the next day.

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A/N

Chapter 2 ✅

Yea!!!!! Finally done, I had like a boost of motivation and finished this in 1 hour!  Its quite short tho, so take it as a WIP or smth.

Do you think i should give the restaurant  a name? I was planning on naming it "The port" or smth and make M0ri the owner but idk.

Suggestions are open!!!!

I hope you enjoyed this!!! Bye! Ash/Alex 💚💗💚💗

@guess1mjustheren0w @chaoticlesbeanfrog

[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ IF ONLY I HAD TOLD HER

["whatever our souls are made of hers and mine are the same"]

| ✮ 3.5 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers for ihhbwm + some spoliers for ioihth]

ok so lemme tell you i had the BIGGEST reading slump ever just as i started to read this. so this review may be a little choppy at some points because i've just pointblank forgotten some parts and don't wanna go back and re-read finny's pov just yet.

i was so on the fence about reading this because on one hand i really wanted to read finny's pov and on the other, complete and utter heartbreak.... yeah....... so anyway i read it.

when i tell you that this book had me ugly crying in the middle of the night. like seriously finny's pov?? fucking broke me. are you kidding me? the way he speaks about autumn? ugh when am i gonna find a guy like finny fr? but seriously this book had me on a rollercoaster of emotions just from the heartbreak knowing whats already gonna happen to finny as he describes how happy he is and how he can't believe autumn loves him back, to the smile i had on my face reading about 'the moms' bickering over baby stuff for autumn.

i will say this now i did expect a little more (hence the rating). i wanted idk more closure at the end there. idk rlly know how to describe it better since its 10 o'clock at night and ive had zero sleep for the past four nights in a row. but yeah i wanted something more. (bitch u wanted finny to be alive)

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

finny -

*sobbing noises* i could go on a damn rant abt this boy. holy shit. he's just perfect. if i see one person ONE PERSON coming after him istg- he was such a caring sweet person like the pencil??? and always going to the sketchy gas station (i nearly called it a servo then lmao) to get the candy autumn likes?? and always making sure people were safe when he drives?? *cough* apparently not you though sylvie *cough* just ahhh laura when i get you. cause like why'd you have to make him get out of the car, hmmm? lets just compromise and you give me an alternate universe where finny misses the puddle or better yet where sylvie kept her damn seatbelt on.

jack -

tbh i wasn't all that excited to read about jack. (also to be fair i was still sobbing from finny's pov so that probably didn't help) like i seriously just thought it'd be some jock trying to process finny's death by hooking up with alexis (who by the way can go jump up her own ass and die) but we got the whole other side of him where he was genuinely affected by finny's death and really was his best friend. but the way he didn't like autumn way just- yeah. also i saw him and sylvie coming from a mile away like seriously it wasn't very subtle.

autumn -

*sobbing noises increase* autumn my baby girl. i just wanted to jump through the pages and give her a hug. seriously i feel robbed that we didn't get to see a happy autumn. angie and her's friend ship was so precious tho. and i love love LOVE that they bonded over being moms/soon-to-be-moms. im also just gonna say the way we didn't see an ounce of jamie or sasha this entire book made me so happy! i also lowkey wanted to see more of when she was an actual mom? like what would she name the baby? i wanted to see domestic autumn a little more. but i still love her so much and it was so lovely to see her heal <3

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers]

"my love for her is the closest thing i have to religion. but it's okay that she doesn't feel the same. i'm fine. i can handle it" - finny

"my devotion to autumn is engraved on my very being. i am in awe of her. i will sit in the stands and cheer her on in life as her most ardent admirer. i know i'll always love her in the same way i know i'll always need oxygen" - finny

"it's all done. finn's story is over. his whole life. that was it. not even nineteen years, and he'll never, ever do anything else ever again. finn won't go off to college or celebrate his birthday. he won't get another hair cut or get the oiled changed in his car. he won't bite a hangnail on his thumb or buy another CD. finn smith has done everything he will ever do. he won't get to be with autumn." - jack

“this baby isn't what's left over from our love story. this baby is our story's continuation.” - autumn

"if only i'd told her that i loved her years ago, i wouldn't be here now." - finny

all in all laura you can pay for my therapy mkay?

[eyefocusing]

just discovered I can send images in asks. for the character ask meme ^^

realising the downside of coloring in the borders when ive got a lot of squares to fill Augh

notes (long):

1. i like his colors and his little shoulder fins and how his wings are kind of like a cape behind him!! also just. yknow. concorde. 2. i mean this in i suppose the same way as my constructicons response, where its not that he doesnt have his weird quirks, but theyve been so smoothed out and forgotten over the years!!! hes just the Team Leader whenever he shows up usually. boring!!! 3. motormaster/silverbolt is like, always ooc. especially on silverbolts side of things. skyfire/silverbolt just doesnt mesh with my personal interpretation of ages/history/etc. hot spot/silverbolt is.......... those guys are basically cousins, to me. no. basically everything else coming to mind is like. weird age gap or incest. 4. idk what needs to be said here. squishing him. (4.5. i havent put much thought into his gender at all. i dont think abt it with most characters because i never think abt gender in general. but i DO like ur interpretation of it so i might steal that at some point) 5. noise i make seeing him. i suppose 6. that really wonderful time in the 80s when their toys were just coming out so they got a bunch of focus in the cartoon+comic...... i want that back. where is my aerialbot sitcom one shot. 7. i could say. a lot. about fanon and lack of attention the aerialbots get. ive said before that i think at least some seeker trine fans would be much happier as aerialbot fans. theres def been seeker fics ive read where ive been like "ahhh no. this is all wrong. but you know who this plot WOULD work for--?" and i think more fan focus especially on silverbolt being tossed into this leadership role and how the affects his relationship with his team and other high ranking autobots would be interesting. or more that goes into the fact that hes a little baby plane too. just coz hes bigger and The Leader doesnt mean hes somehow older than the rest of the aerialbots!! idk, theres so much that id love to see other people delve into rather than just thinking my own self into circles.

8. the dynamic: also his team. im going to keep blocking out this square for combiners and its always just going to be their team.

9. yelling cat and "i miss my wife, tails" jsut feel self-explanitory

10. holds all four current aerialbot fans hands. you are the only people that get me.

[l0sercat]

AHHHH OKAY! I’ve given it a thought!! Ahhh omggg idk if I’m doing this right cuz IVE NEVER REQUESTED BUTTT i literally would love to see what Ace Ventura would do for like a first date!! This is just an idea and if you don’t like it you can also do your own little thing! But I feel like he wouldn’t do anything basic like everyone else, okay fine he’lI take reader out to diner but I feel like the rest he does it with his own twist, he’ll totally take reader to his house after so he could show them all his animals ik reader would just swoon and fall in love immediately! IDKK WHAT ELSE TO PUT AND IM SORRY IF THIS IS BAD IF IT IS PLS CHANGE IT IN WHATEVER WAY U WANT T^T <3 (I fell asleep PROMISE I WOULDVE REQUESTED SOONER)

Omg tyty for this cute request, and pls don't apologize lolol 💕💕💕

Ace Ventura on a first date

Bro definitely doesn't do the normal dates, he is very flamboyant and extra with his dates

I could see him taking you(although begrudgingly) to the zoo, just so he can yap about the animals, he is listing every fact about all the animals, and then complaining about how they shouldn't be locked up

Oh yeah baby boy is not happy that the animals are forced in captivity, definitely a big protester bout it

First date idea...you guys save animals from an abusive owner or find someone's lost pet

And sorry not sorry to say this but he is the kind of guy to have sex on the first date, and if it's at his place the animals are watching because he says it's good stimulation for them, but if you don't want to have sex that's okay!!

He doesn't really care to get you flowers, he views them as a waste of money, but if you insist he will <3 He gets you roses because he assumes "Everybody loves roses and they are the ideal date flowers" He watched a handful of romcoms, saw the guys get their partner roses and assumes that roses are the only acceptable flower smh...

We all know Ace is very energetic so on dates that are outside of involving animals he is bouncing off the walls, his energy cannot be contained

Ace is a very loving guy, he just struggles showing it sometimes, but he truly loves and respects you

So if you have any complaints he listens to you and it's sad you don't agree with some things he does on dates, he can be stubborn but he is more mindful in the future

Ace is very extra as fuck so is he grabs your hand and gives it a little peck, it's never just a peck on the hand, he is getting on his knees and calling you his lady/sir

Also he doesn't really wear "nice" clothes he will wear what he wants *cough cough* Hawaiian shirts, and he doesn't care what you wear as long as you're comfortable :3

Ace will never be with an animal hater, duh, he will only get with someone who loves animals as much as him

So when he introduces you to them and your ecstatic seeing the little guys, he is very excited as well, he is very happy that all of you are getting along!!!!

[quigzahhutt]

I was tagged by @hertwood to share a bit of a recent WIP :)

NSFW under the cut :)

“Sorry, it's probably weird-” and Alex cuts Logan off again, the bastard seemingly incapable of letting him get more than a handful of words in, but this time it's by Alex's tongue, laving over his hole before sucking on his clit. It yanks an awful noise from Logan's throat, something breathy and emasculating that makes him want to shove Alex off and lock himself in the bathroom. But Alex stays anchored to him, the entire lower portion of his face pressed against him. His eyes are closed and he keeps making these throaty humming sounds as he sucks at Logan's pulsating clit, as if this alone is enough to get him going. “What- what are you- ah!” Alex shifts and lifts one of Logan's legs up to gain more leverage, better access to the most private parts of him. Logan plants a firm hand on Alex's shoulder for a reason lost upon him, other than he just feels the need to do something. Logan can hardly fathom how anyone could find this part of him appealing at all. He never thought he'd even let anyone see it, content with keeping it a secret forever. He's finally realizing that he has been wasting so much time.

transman!Logan letting someone see something so personal and realizing that it's not so scary agghhh

ahhh idk who to tag hm.. @dwarvenchords @logan-lieutenant @swagunderstripes & anyone else who would like to participate :)<3

[rosyredlipstick]

hiii, i know it’s not what you’re writing right now but i’m on a re read because i’m obsessed with all your fanfic, can you please talk a little bit about what will was going through when nico was taken in by thalia? and just in general

god space fic is WONDERFUL idk how you through those up, and FAIRY TALE FIC TOO OMG AND everything else you’re amazing ily

Ahhh I’m ALWAYS down to talk space fic i loooooved space fic !! ;-; ;-; ;-; 

Will after Nico was taken. What a wonderful question. What a picture of devastation. 

I imagine from the very first moment Will saw the ship empty out and Nico—and Mitchell!—weren’t there, and he saw the looks on the others’ faces, he knew. There wasn’t a moment of justifying it, of maybe they -, it was just fact. 

I think that’s something Will is good at, immediately accepting the circumstances so he can move on to responding. It’s not like he could stand there and process the fact—he was parked in the hangar with the rest of the med team for a reason, and the others show up in horrific shape. So he pushed it down and throws himself into his work—is Annabeth missing a hand?—and they get to the medbay but the others are screaming and fighting and at one point, Piper’s throwing fists, but Will blocks it all out up until he finds himself across from Jason, waiting with his hands on a silver tray in front of him. 

They’d injected every single one of them with a round of painkillers and antibiotics, but Jason had gotten one of the strongest for a reason; his hands were a brutal mess of bloody tendons, odd flashes of exposed bones through the gore. 

“Fuck,” Will said, startled out of his daze. “What happened?” 

“They locked us out of the cockpit,” Jason said, hollow. He stared up at him, heavy-lidded. “They left before he could get to the ship.” 

And that is what Will remembered the best about the whole disastrous night, months later. When he’s talking to Nico about it, it’s what he’s thinking of. Stark images had gone through his mind before he could stop them—Nico, trying to keep up, trying to board, Stormtroopers chasing behind. Nico, as always, fighting to survive. 

Will couldn’t think about it; he had a patient. 

“You’re going to need stitches,” Will said. “Let me get my kit.” 

Will treats him. Hours later, after all the major or minor stuff has been treated and all patients either cleared out or in bacta tanks, after Will finally gets off from the shift from hell and goes from the medbay to the empty hall, his first thought is to find Mitchell to tell him everything; Will ends up hutched at the end of an empty hall with one arm braced on the wall, sobbing into his hand. 

Unfortunately, this happened to be right where Clarisse emerges from her room. Who now has to semi-deal with the situation, because Will sees her and he just cries even harder, because of course this is his life. 

Anyway, Clarisse shuffles him along and dumps him off in his room without a word, Will sniffling in his hands the entire walk, and goes to Command to stiffly inform the closest Guardian (Piper) of the misfortune she witnessed and then never speaks of it again. Honestly, I don’t think she cares. Clarisse is SO busy in the space fic. They are eight hours off from an Empire base attack, and Annabeth’s still getting her beauty sleep (read: Annabeth is in a medical coma), and while she’s vaguely sympathetic to the whole ugly-crying-in-public thing, she has THINGS TO DO - 

Anyway, it’s a looooooong five months for Will. For all of them. But I think the Guardians would have made a point to check-in on Will, drag him on info missions, get him out of the medbay. It was a pet project for them I’m sure, a distraction they were all desperate for. 

I don’t imagine the four of them talk about Nico a TON, but he most definitely haunts every conversation. Will spends nights in Nico’s room and stares out into space and wonders about the last time Nico was in his exact position, at ease in his own room, and shows up for mealtimes so the others don’t worry as much. 

The Ravagers don’t spend much time on the Rebel base during this time. I imagine they’re in the thick of tracking down Empire communications / information. But when they do stop in for gas and a sandwich, Connor will usually drop by the medbay with a meal. Will usually cries the entire time, but Connor, who has sat next to Mitchell through many Will cries, is deeply, deeply used to this. 

I imagine Will works a BIT too much during this time but most people are too kind to comment on the fact. Piper is not one of them. Piper, more than once, locks Will in the Milano with them to keep him from picking up a shift. Will goes along with it only because it reminds him of Mitchell.

Will works. He has the occasional meal with company. He stares into space. I don’t think he does much else. 

Then, eventually, Will gets a random comm, on a random day. When he sees the sender, he drops a box of hypos. 

And yeah. We know what happens after that :))))))

SO happy you enjoyed the space fic! Especially enough to reread that BEAST of a fic! Thank you for the fun question!!