#Ace got caught up in the battle of the kisses

[cozage]

Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Law, and Ace with a fem slave S/O with lots of scars, injuries, and more. She’s so sweet and quiet and great at cleaning and cooking and sewing and practically their future housewife on deck!

A/N: Thank you Anon :) You gave me something I didn’t know I needed. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Characters: F! reader x Zoro, Luffy, Sanji, Law, Ace

Cw: lots of PTSD, trauma response, angst, scars, injuries, etc. 

Total word count: 1.5k

A New Home

Zoro

He always announces his presence when he enters a room. There was one time he didn’t announce it when he came into a room and it scared you so bad you started crying. Never again.

He likes to just sit in the silence with you while you work. Sometimes he watches you, but most of the time he naps. He loves that you don’t mind the quiet space, that he can come to you for a moment of solitude. 

He never asks you to fix his torn shirts. He doesn’t feel right asking you to, but when he finds them sewn back together perfectly and folded neatly in his drawer, he gives you a soft kiss as a silent “thank you”.

He is FIERCELY protective over you both in social settings and in battle. He is always yelling at Luffy for being too loud or scaring you, he pulls out a sword against anyone who tries to make advances on you in public, and god forgive anyone who even thinks about hurting you in battle. 

He gives the best massages. He has perfect control on pressure and knows exactly where to press to comfort your aching muscles. He loves to massage your shoulders, your hands, your feet. Afterwards he’ll lazily trace his fingers across your skin, sometimes tracing over scars, but he never asks about them. He knows you’ll tell him when you’re ready. 

Luffy

He works so so hard to get you out of your shell. He just wants you to try new things and have new experiences!! He wants you to live life to the fullest!! 

New adventure? New food? New friend?? He’s introducing you to it all. It’s a bit overwhelming at times, but you know he means well, so you try your best to embrace it. 

He used to ask you about your injuries and scars whenever he saw a new one, but he’s learned to stop for a multitude of reasons. Sometimes the memories are so bad you cry, and he holds you and rocks you to sleep. Sometimes you tell him the truth, and he gets so angry he needs to go punch something and scream at the sky. Sometimes you’re not sure how you got it, and you get lost in thought for hours trying to remember what memory you’ve forgotten. 

You are always cleaning up Luffy’s messes, helping Franky repair the worn sails, stitching up torn clothing from everyone. You have a way with fabric, and can make an old shirt brand new again. Luffy deems you the “Clothing Captain”, since you can get rid of any stain, mend any cloth, and create the best outfits from scratch.  

He watches you really closely to make sure you aren’t working too hard. Sometimes you just get so caught up in getting as many tasks done as efficiently as possible that the whole day passes and you haven’t sat down once. Luffy keeps an eye on you and makes sure you are still having fun. The life on the Sunny isn’t supposed to be hard work, it’s supposed to be a fun family where everyone chips in with what they’re best at and what they enjoy. He knows you’re still working to understand that fully, and he works to support you the best way he can. 

Sanji

The first time you ate his food, you cried. You had never had anything better in your life, and you praised his cooking ability for days. It was the most you had spoken since joining the crew, and it was all for him. Sanji instantly fell for you, of course. 

He cooks constantly for you. He’ll spend hours over the stove trying to get the recipe just right. You never citicize his cooking (because it’s always the best thing you’ve ever had), so he learns your body language instead. He learns your favorite ingredients, and watches your reactions to his cooking closely to figure out how to perfect it just for you.

He talks your ear off, which you love. He knows you're not much of a talker, and he makes up for the empty space. Neither of you ever mind, you love hearing about his life, about their time on the sea. You asked him once where he first fell in love with cooking, and he got quiet for a long time. “My mother.” He finally said, and you knew that was all he would say on the matter. You realized that he had a past he didn’t like to talk about as well, and you didn’t push him to say anymore. 

He's extremely defensive of you, and keeps you away from prying eyes and questions. Luffy asks something insensitive? “Mind your own business, Luffy!” Zoro says something boneheaded? “I’ll kill you for that Mosshead!” Anytime you’re feeling awkward or uncomfortable, Sanji is there to step in and tell people to back off. 

He picks up on your PTSD warning signs super fast. He watches for the nervous flicks of your eyes, trembling fingers, twitching hands. As soon as he sees a sign, he’s there in an instant. He asks you what you need, refocuses you in the moment, makes sure you know you’re safe. He holds you and lets you cry and scream into his shirt. No matter what you do or what you need, he’s there for you. 

Law

The first time he sees all of your scars, he’s enraged. He clenches his fists and grits his teeth and does the best he can to help you with your current ailment without showing outward anger, but you can feel his rage. It scares you, and when he realizes his emotions are upsetting you, he works to keep them in check in the future. 

He studies up on all the medicinal herbs to heal aches and pains, and tries to find ways he might be able to help heal any injuries or long-lasting pain with his Ope-Ope fruit. 

He watches closely to see how you navigate being on a ship with new people. Some big milestones he notices:

The first time you speak without being asked a direct question

The first time you offer to mend Bepo’s outfit that’s been torn

The first time you fall asleep without crying

The first time someone touches you and you don’t flinch

The first time you laugh

The first time you initiate a kiss with him

There’s many more, but those are his favorites 

He gives you weekly checkups to make sure you’re not overworking yourself and ensure your health isn’t deteriorating 

He loves to kiss each one of your scars, starting at your fingers, moving up your arms and then down your back. He knows he can’t take away the pain, but he can try to mix in a few good memories with them as well. 

Ace

He knows that you question your worth a lot, so he gives you constant reassurance. “You’re doing amazing” and “I’m so proud of you” are some of his favorite things to say to you. They’re your favorite things to hear, too.  

At first, he wants to include you in everything. He wants to show you off. He wants the entire crew to get to know you and realize how great you are. But the big party scenes are overwhelming, and you get a panic attack at one. He quickly realizes that while his intentions were good, he misread the situation, and he apologizes profusely. After that instance, he prefers watching the stars with you in the crows nest as opposed to the party scene below. 

Occasionally he’ll still join the party and ask if you want to join, but he never pressures you to go. Every now and then you’ll go with him, and he keeps you close to him the whole night. When you’re ready to go, he always leaves with you, and makes sure you have time to process the event and decompress before you go to sleep so you don’t wake up anxious the next day. 

He gives you the equivalent of a hot stone massage with his devil fruit powers most nights, trying to coax your muscles into relaxing before bed. He tries his best to ignore your scars and your tattoo as he massages your back. He brings up the idea of you getting the sun pirate tattoo, but at the thought of the pain you begin to shake, and he doesn’t bring it up again. He talks to Marco secretly about the extent of the phoenix fruit abilities, but unfortunately the doctor can’t be of much help in healing the old wounds or the mental ones. 

You love Ace’s friends quietly. You make them snacks, and bring them drinks on hot days. You mend their clothes after battle, and help tend to their wounds when Marco is busy. You don’t always speak, but when you do, Ace’s friends brag about it for days. It’s an honor to be spoken to by you, and Ace loves that his friends love you too. 

[waklman]

i seriously need to read bradley and mouse asap!!!! but i’m currently thinking of the chaos that is jake and princess baking. do they even bake? i feel like they wouldn’t have time but occasionally one of them would whip out one of mama seresin’s recipies on a special occasion and make something. i have so many conflicting thoughts of how good of a cook any of the members of the dagger squad are so i’m wondering what your thoughts are on that. anyways, i love you and good luck on your exams, you’re going to ace them!!!! and take your time with the requests <3

prompt: the disasters of jake and princess baking.

warnings: none, fluff, a little steamy kiss (?) i dont know how it took a turn okay, jake being a pest as usual, 18+ blog, minors dni.

side note: honestly i feel like everyone would be a great cook, maybe with the exception of jake he’d probably swear up and down that he’s the best but everyone spits out his food once they try it (sorry jake). and thank you drewbear!! i will be studying my ass off but it will be worth it i hope..!

fake it masterlist

“You better stay right there,” you pause your stirring, letting the whisk rest against the bowl, eyes lifting to where you commanded Jake to stand. 

Behind the kitchen counter, Jake’s toes wriggle in his socks, battling the urge to disobey your warning. Dusted across the planes of his shoulders is the baking powder you were trying to use for his mom’s special oatmeal cookie recipe. And on his tongue rests a chunk of raw dough he scooped into his mouth without your permission.

Baking with Jake being present was clearly a mistake, and the only way to correct that was to put him on time out. 

“I can’t breath when I’m away from you,” he whines, complaint muffled by the wad of cookie dough in his mouth.

“Okay,” you start, voice as sweet as the mixture you’re beginning to stir again. Jake’s already moving out of his spot, pleased that you’ve decided to forgive him. But then, your tone turns ice cold, “Looks like you’re dying then,” you answer flatly, reverting your attention back to the mixing bowl, as if you didn’t just shoot him down. 

At that, Jake retreats back to his original stance with slouched shoulders this time. You’re keeping him on time out.

Though, this isn't exactly his first instance of being put under the spotlight of punishment.

The last time Jake found himself in this much trouble was eight years ago—when he had the grand idea to shove you in the pool. Back then, it was an excuse to get some mouth-on-mouth action with his best friend, because how else would he be able to figure out, if he had a crush on you or not? After letting you drown for a little bit, Jake planned to play life guard. He’d pull you out, lay you flat against the towel he had set up, and plant his lips on yours—to resuscitate you, of course.

But what twelve year old Jake didn’t account for in his poorly laid out scheme, was his mother. Mrs. Seresin had been one foot out the door, plate of freshly cut fruit in hand when she witnessed her son kick you into the deep end, evil grin stretched across his tiny face. Instead of Jake coming to your rescue that afternoon, Evelyn Seresin did. With the platter of neatly decorated fruit dropped to the ground, and her mama-bear instincts cranked to an all time high—she fished you out of the water and wiped away your panicked tears. 

Not a second after, Jake got dragged by the ear towards the time out zone, designated just for him.

He was forced to stand off in the corner of the backyard that day, pruned fingers scrunching the bottom of his swim shorts in guilt and waterlogged blond hair sticking to his forehead as the sun began to dry him off.

When he finally lifted his teary eyes up to you, your little fingers were already curled into the shape of a heart, directed right at him. It was a silent assurance that you still loved him, even when he nearly killed you. The very second you caught the pout tugging down his bottom lip, you had forgiven him. That quality about you, was the only reason why Jake had any kind of long-term friendship. 

But your patience for him seems to have dialed down over the last eight years—because Jake got thrown into time out again, not by his mother, but by you this time.

Unable to stay still for more than a few minutes, Jake silently stalks over to you. You currently have your back turned from just setting the sheet of cookies into the oven. 

“There we g—Jacob! P-Put me down!” In one move, Jake has you flipped around and thrown over his shoulder like a sack of rice. Despite the initial protest, you’re draped limply over his back, surrendering to him entirely.

Coming to a halt in front of the sofa, Jake lazily throws you into the cushions and crawls on top of you. It’s a routine at this point—where Jake’s chin sits over your belly button, large hands slipped under your shirt to rest on your waist, and thumbs sweeping over the goosebumps there. The way your body reacts to him gives him a bit of reassurance, but sometimes—he needs more.  

“Would you actually let me die,” he pouts, looking up at you with furrowed brows. 

You stiffly blink at him, reminded of the day he drowned you—on purpose. It would be mean to bring it back up when you’ve previously forgiven him, but this is revenge for him messing with you in the kitchen. 

“It’s only fair—you almost let me die once,” you put forth, a serious expression dawning on your features. Though, it’s merely an act, because internally—you’re waging a war against yourself, wanting to give into him already.

The furrow of his brows deepen. Jake grips your waist tighter in remorse. “I was tryna’ get it on with you!”

“So you decided to drown me?”

He’s now reminded of how cruel his plan was.

Jake’s face falls flat against your stomach, nose prodding into your flesh. “...Yes,” he mumbles against you. With Jake unable to see you, the tight look you’re wearing dissipates. You silently let out a breath you were holding, dropping the angry act you put up.

Jake continues to sulk, nuzzling his nose against you, resisting the urge to kiss your tummy. Hardly two seconds go by, before the sight of him writhing in his guilt breaks you. 

“Jake. I–I think I’m drowning,” you whisper nervously, heart starting to race at your own statement. 

Jake stiffens. 

Slowly, he lifts his head to rest his chin back onto your stomach. Jake then swallows thickly, wide-eyed as he meets your stare. “...And you need savin’?”

Your hesitation lingers for a grueling moment before you finally nod, bottom lip caught between your teeth. 

“…Yeah, I think I do.”

Jake jumps into action, seizing the moment his twelve year old self would’ve let you die over. Not expecting his quick reaction, a yelp escapes you as he pulls you down to face him.

His mouth is latched onto yours in an instant.

Jake allows you to set the pace at first, it’s slow, shy, intimate—just as you are. But once he feels your fingers wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him down against your front with a small noise leaving your mouth—Jake is overtaken by a hunger to hear it again.

Your skin runs hot against him now, burning against the couch, burning against his digits under your shirt. With an expert tilt of his head, Jake kisses you deeper—rougher, expelling all the air from your lungs. And it certainly doesn’t help when his warm tongue darts into your mouth, teasingly swirling against your own wet muscle—all while his calloused palms explore further up the oversized tee. The combination was enough to make your head spin, despite laying steady against the cushions.

If he were to stretch his hands any higher, his finger tips would hit the band of your bra. And god, you don’t know if you could handle that.

It's unconscious but you shiver under him, and Jake’s unable to fight the smile making its way onto his face. He slows the movement of his lips against yours, retracting his tongue—despite your weak efforts to get him to return back to his bruising pace, with a pinch of his nape.

His previous need to see you unravel under him is dropped, replaced by a stronger desire to crack a joke instead. Jake pulls back chuckling, hands lowering to your waist again, pinning you down as you try to chase his lips.

Underneath him, you’re flushed with embarrassment, blinking at him like a deer in headlights.

The tongue—that was previously shoved into your mouth is being traced over his bottom lip, in amusement.

“Woulda tried drowning you again, if I knew you were gonna react that way.”

As you open your mouth to scold him, it snaps shut again.

A silence passes through, while you reconsider your reply.

Finally, you shrug underneath him—deciding to supply a more truthful response instead, “I…yeah, I wouldn’t mind.”

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[drag0nashes]

I JUST FINISHED THE LAST 2 EPISODESSS

SPOILER WARNING

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT TO SAY OMFG-

I was sweating profusely during the whole battle 😭 let me make a few points that I absolutely need to just let out because AUDJSHDJ

- The amount of swears alastor said has me screaming. Like he literally said fuck to Adam's fucking face. He did deserve it though

- also ADAM IS DEAD. REJOICE. The moment he got stabbed i said: omg watch it be Nifty, and then I literally laughed my eyeballs out.

- PENTIOUS KISSING CHERRI, SACRIFICING HIMSELF, THEN GOING TO HEAVEN- LIKE. GUYS. HES SO GORGEOUS LOOK AT HIMMM

- I also just wanna say that I love Rosie and Alastors dynamic so much. And SHE SAID SOMETHING ABOUT HIM BEING ACE?? (I'm pretty sure? I got a little caught up in the episode so correct me if I'm wrong lols)

- I THOUGHT ALASTOR WAS GONNA DIE FOR A SEC TOO 😭 But I also am probably going to try and decipher Alastors part in that last song because I KNOW IT HAD TO MEAN SOMETHING.

-im actually dying rn guys. My head is THROBBING.

-i need to breathe 🥲

- I NEED TO KNOW ALASTORS DEAL HEREEEE

- also Vox was just going fucking off the whole time. And Val and Vox kissing at the end? No comment.

-last thing: I love how much Angel dust has grown. He fought for his friends, saved an egg boi, and looked so sad to see pentious die. He literally went from hating his guts to looking hurt to see him go. I love angel

Now before this post becomes a long rant, I want to just say that I absolutely ADORED these episodes and CANNOT WAIT TO SEE SEASON 2. I'm also probably going to make separate posts about other things I may have missed, or just elaborating on things I already mentioned

THAT'S ALL THE YAPPING DONE. HAVE A GOOD DAY EVERYONE! STAY HYDRATED AND "STAY TUNED" 📻

[mamamittens]

They got a crush~

But how do they act? How did they realize?

SFW

Ace

Boy doesn't realize shit. He's really obvious about to everyone but himself. He's more touchy with you than literally anyone else. He laughs louder, shows off harder, and is generally a lowkey mess. Until it's suddenly made so much worse.

He's talking about his little brother in the East Blue who's going to be the Pirate King--no cap--and realizes that he really can't wait to introduce you two. Two so very dear and important people to himself. And then it hits. Hard. He wants Luffy to meet his 'dad' and 'brothers' sure, but he needs Luffy to like you and the other way around.

Because he really likes you.

He never lives down how close the Moby was to sinking due to the fire Ace immediately created turning into a bonfire. Of course, this clues everyone else into the fact that he's realized his feelings but if anyone missed it, Ace avoiding you like the plague while staring at you from around corners would have done it.

Now, whether or not you confront him, this stalking phase won't last forever because Ace misses you. He misses being next to you. Enjoying your company and not just the echo of your laugh.

And so, Ace, with his heart on his sleeve, tells you the truth of his name. And he cries and laughs and kisses you when he realizes that you don't care.

He doesn't let go of your hand for hours. Marvels at the steady pulse in your wrist--proof that someone so perfectly alive would want him with all his issues. When he's down low he can never bring himself to seriously push you away because the thought of you leaving for real breaks him. He's not magically better just because you return his feelings but... life doesn't seem so hopeless when you take his hand. His blood doesn't seem so corrupt anymore when you kiss his cheek in the morning without thinking. Late one night he holds you close and whispers something against your skin.

Thank you for loving me.

Marco

He's more self aware than Ace, so he's got that going for him. But it does take a bit for him to confirm that he has serious feelings for you. In the meantime, any chance he gets, he spends time with you. Mostly little chitchat, watching you in the corner of his eye. Measuring his own reaction to you. How often his heart skips when you say his name with a laugh. The pride he feels when you focus all your attention on him with admiration. He wants to amaze you and reassure you all at once.

He holds the fond feelings your smile gives him. How he thinks about you even when he should be working on paperwork. He holds it close to his chest while he decides if this is something he wants to cherish alone or try and see if it doesn't turn into something bigger. It's when he can't imagine living his life without at least trying that he decides.

Those that know him well can probably guess he's caught feelings but he's pretty chill about it while thinking it over. Though his reaction to you getting overwhelmed in a fight is... certainly telling. He's never far from you in battle. Not hovering but definitely not more than a heartbeat away.

And then one day, just as the sun was setting, Marco goes up to you. Casually leaning against the railing as he tells you about his feelings. Bears his heart like he could heal instantly if it broke. He's open to the possibility of acceptance or rejection. He's a grown man. He can handle it. It's a risk, but he's beyond caring about anything beyond you in this moment.

The look of surprise and relief when you respond in kind is just a fraction of the warmth in Marco's chest when he kisses you for the first--but certainly not the last--time. Every chance he gets, he holds you close. Feeling you breathing against his side as he works, the warm brush of hands in greeting when you pass by. He follows you without thought simply because he's already decided there's nowhere else he'd rather be.

Thatch

He knows himself pretty well. When he first saw you, he knew he was in trouble immediately. Actually talking to you just confirmed it. Although he was kind of in denial for a bit, desperately hoping that his ridiculous heart would just chill the fuck out if he gave it time.

It did not.

And he was in the middle of a monotonous kitchen chore, dicing vegetables for stew, when he realized he didn't want it to. He wanted to feel his heart stutter everytime you said his name. His head to always turn in your direction when you laugh. His hand to reflexively guide itself to yours when you walked side by side or gravitate to your back so he could feel your heartbeat in his palm.

And he was man enough to admit he wanted you to feel that way too. He was madly, ridiculously in love and not ashamed of it in the least. And when he realized that, he became very familiar with the aftertaste of yearning on his tongue while wondering if you could taste it too when you said his name. He wanted to share everything with you that your gentle hands could hold and everything else could rest safely in his.

Of course, he couldn't just tell you his feelings.

He had to make a whole thing of it.

In fact, you knew what he was up to long before the main course of a private meal because subtlety was far from Thatch's vocabulary. Anymore roses and candles and you'd think he was proposing--oh no he's going to be so fucking dramatic about proposing you could already tell. The confession barely left his lips before you laughed and kissed him silent, much to his utter surprise.

He did whoop with joy as he lifted you into a spinning hug, and yes it was very loud. Whoever somehow missed his obvious affection before now certainly didn't miss it afterwards. Kisses to your head/hair/hand/shoulder/literally anywhere near him when you happened to be close. Gentle touches and endless fond smiles.

Thatch is absolutely living his best life and is making sure you never regret returning his feelings--even if he's put out that you didn't let him recite his whole speech before responding. No, he still hasn't caught on to the fact that he was painfully obvious. But that's just part of his charm, I suppose.

[dddomenstarstwst1]

A friendly rivalry

Synopsis: ace and deuce always get on each other's throats, and it pisses you off. So, how about helping them get along?

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade

Genre: smut

Warnings: dom!gn!reader, sub!Ace, sub!Deuce, voyeurism, exhibitionism, blowjob, rimming, riding, biting, unprotected sex, creampie, ace x deuce, inexperienced ace and deuce, ace tries to be bratty, polyamorous relationship is implied, yet the characters never had sex with each other

a/n: the characters are aged-up and depicted as 18+. I was supposed to post it much earlier but got caught up in looking for a job, so you could read it as a prequel to nsfw part of this!

You've told them many times, you've tried every method that exists - Ace and Deuce just can't stop bickering and fighting. Sure, it might be some friendly fights, but after you've stopped them from beating each other up for the third time in a day, it kinda started pissing you off.

You needed a break, you wanted Ace and Deuce to, at least for today, be like normal people. That's how the three of you ended up in your room, enveloped in dim lights, as the two before you sat on your bed nervously. None of them knew what you were planning, but when you told them you wanted to "play a bit" their eyes lit up.

It's fascinating how different they are: Ace gets bratty easily, and just as easily he can be tamed with just some touches and dirty talk; Deuce obeys every command and thrives off of being your good boy, however he can talk back on some occasions, Ace is a bad influence.

"Why are you sitting there? Didn't you wanna play?" Ace looks at you, confused as to why you settled in a chair across the bed. Deuce gives him a brief glance, but immediately averts all his attention back to you. You see how both of them await your move like good puppies, it's a shame they don't have tails, otherwise they'll be wagging right now.

"Yes, I did. But i came up with another idea, and since both of you really got on my nerves today, i think I'll just watch. No touching from my side, you'll pleasure each other for me, won't you?" Their eyes widen, as if you've just done something horrifying. Well you did, according to them.

"No! Ew, don't even think about it!" You roll your eyes at Ace's dramatic response, Spade was silent, clearly debating whether or not it was worth it. But he knew he was wrong in fighting with Trappola so much, so a former delinquent sighed deeply. "Okay," you hum in approval of his answer.

"What the hell, dude? I don't wanna fuck you!" Deuce shrugged his shoulders, "Then I will fuck you, doesn't matter to me." Ace opened and closed his mouth, a light blush dusted his cheeks as he never imagined he'd find his classmate saying this hot. A red-head looks away from the boy next to him, too embarrassed by his own thoughts.

"Deuce, be a dear and kiss Ace," Blue-nette nods obediently, grabbing the boy in question by the chin, before slamming their lips together. You tsk, "Gently, Deuce. It's not a battle, it's an intimate moment." You guide him with your words, and Deuce shyly follows your instructions, as he, now gently, kisses Ace.

"Ace, open your mouth," he refuses, sending you a death glare, and you tell Deuce to force Trappola's jaw open. Spade slips his tongue inside the other's mouth and places his hand on the back of Ace's head, playing with his messy hair. "Good boy, Deuce, now suck on Ace's tongue," he hesitates, but does it nonetheless.

Ace grunts, right hand gripping Spade's shirt, the left one sitting on the blue-nette's thigh. You observes his reactions, and quickly enough Trappola starts moaning in a passionate kiss and wraps his hands around Deuce's neck. Might the latter be that good of a kisser, you wonder.

"Enough. Take off your clothes for me," they break a kiss, panting heavily, undressing each other with shaky hands. Once they're fully naked, you tell Deuce to lay on the bed and command Ace to get on top of him, but upsidedown so his crotch would be above Spade's face.

Trappola does as told, but quickly gets too embarrassed for his own good. Deuce's dick was right in front of his face, a smell of musk filling his nostrils. Deuce was slightly above average length, on the thicker side, and Ace felt his own cock grow harder.

"Good boys. C'mon, Ace, give it a taste. You're looking at it like it's some lollipop!" A ginger bit his lip, darting his eyes from your face to Spade's erection. He hesitantly wraps his hand around Deuce's shaft and begins stroking it.

A blue-nette gasps when Trappola licks a long stripe along his cock, moaning at the salty taste of pre-cum. Ace takes the tip in his mouth, sucking on it, and Deuce bucks his hips up, making a red-head gag. "Now, Deuce, eat him out."

"Wh– I'm not sure..." You coo at him, "I'll guide you, baby," you tell Deuce what to do, and he gets to work, licking at Ace's rim. The boy on top lets a dick out of his mouth, throwing his head up, looking back at where Spade is. A former delinquent laps at his dorm mate's hole, teasingly slipping the tip of his tongue in.

"F-Fuck! Deu-ce! Where the fuck did you learn to be s-so good?" Deuce pushes his hips at Ace's face, his, now fully erect, cock leaking crystal juices. Trappola smirks and opens his mouth, taking the length in. It's an extremely hot show, and you're glad they're enjoying themselves.

"Good job, both of you. Now to the main course! Ace, sit on Deuce's lap," the ginger nods and takes the position, facing the blue-nette. You leave your seat and come closer to the boys in front of you. "Wanna feel his cock inside of you? Want him to stretch you so good, Ace?"

Ace whimpers at your words, he indeed wanted all of this, and he figured Deuce wanted it too with the way he licked his lips and his eyes half-lidded. You lift Ace above Spade's tip and help him take it in, "F-Fuuuck– gn, big! 'S big!" You soothe him by kissing his neck, and once Deuce is fully inside Trappola, you let him adjust.

"Gh, it's warm.." you hear the blue-nette whispers something to himself and ask him to repeat, "he's so warm, i feel like my dick is melting," you giggle and pet his hair. Ace turns his head to you, eyes teary and ginger locks messily scattered on his face, a bright red heart is now smudged.

"Aw, poor baby, is it too much?" Trappola nods, tears sticking to his eyelashes, "but you haven't even moved yet!" You say as your hands grab Ace's hips and lift him up, then slam him to the base of Deuce's cock. Both of them moan in unison, eyes widened, as you keep on using the red-head as Spade's personal fleshlight.

Deuce wraps his arms around Ace's waist and fucks into him, ripping broken moans from the latter. Trappola's eyes roll to the back of his skull, his whole body shaking, he grips the blue-nette's shoulders. Your hand sneaks in between their bodies and begins jerking Ace off, he gasps out your name, a warm pool of arousal builds in his abdomen and Trappola bites Deuce's neck to stifle his scream.

Spade feels hot stickiness cover his stomach and chest, and the look on Ace's face is the last straw for him. Deuce cums, spilling his semen inside of the ginger, panting heavily as he came down from his climax. Trappola pulls him in a kiss, hips twitching when he shifts on Spade's still hard dick.

Wait, it's still hard? Ace pulls away, "Didn't you just come, you sex machine?", You laugh, hugging the red-head from behind and leaning close to his ear, "He did, but I didn't. Don't think it's the end, baby, we'll make sure to leave you limping for the whole week."

He's going to die, but, fuck, Ace doesn't complain. He wants you two to ruin him for everybody else to see.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

December Drabbles

Prompt 12: Snowball fight Characters: First Years (Including Ortho, no Yuu) -----------------------------------------------------------------------

"Heh, your defenses are pathetic at best. The fact you thought your magic would be enough to outdo my brother's technomancy is downright laughable. If you were real snowball fighters, you'd come out and face me like men!"

Ortho floated in between the trees, snowball cannons locked and loaded, ready to shoot at any of his fellow first years. Ever since he had learned about snowball fights, he'd always wanted to participate in one. It had taken some convincing, but Idia caved and gave him the modifications so he could access them during the winter months. He kept a protective visor over his eyes, and thanks to the update his brother gave him, any moisture detected internally would evaporate immediately. Sure, if he really wanted to he could read for heat signatures, but that took too much fun out of it for everyone.

It only took a moment longer before Ortho picked up on Ace's and Deuce's voice signatures, though they sounded oddly muffled, and he couldn't discern any actual words which only puzzled him more. His curiousity got the better of him as he floated silently towards them. He was close enough now that he could hear their breathing. Why were they panting? He hadn't seen or heard them running, and he knew they were in good health.

His question was answered as he rounded the tree he heard them behind, and he wished it hadn't been. Even as an android, it took him a moment to process what he was seeing.

Deuce made a rather panicked, almost strangled noise as he pushed Ace off of him when he noticed Ortho. Ace was about to ask him what that was for until Ortho let out a high pitched whirring sound that startled him.

"YOU GUYS WERE KISSING???? IN THE MIDDLE OF A SNOWBALL FIGHT????!!! GROOOOOOOSS!!!!! DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH BACTERIA YOU JUST EXCHANGED??? 80 MILLION PER TEN SECONDS!!!! DISGUSTING!" Ortho was barely heard by the two freshmen though, as his more immediate reaction was to empty his snowball cannons on them, burying them in snow easily.

He was so busy processing what he had seen that the first few snowballs that hit him from behind didn't register until he heard Epel giggle. He turned to see Epel and Sebek with equally big, shit-eating grins on their faces as they continued their onslaught of snowballs from a hidden pile of ammunition.

He found himself giggling along with Epel as he turned his canons on them instead of Ace and Deuce, silently acknowledging....and loathing a rather effective strategy that had taken him by surprise. At least now though, he had something else to focus on than the scene he had interrupted.

Sebek and Epel split up, taking cover again behind their respective trees as Ace and Deuce shook off the snow on them and made a quick get away themselves, though Deuce refused to let Ace hold his hand, still red in the face from embarrassment. Minutes flew by like seconds as snowballs were launched from near and far, some hitting their mark, others missing entirely, but laughter filled the air nonetheless. In the heat of the battle, nobody really took notice of another challenger until Epel started yelling. "WHAT IN TARN- JACK YOU BEST PUT ME DOWN THIS APPLE - PICKIN' SECOND OR I SWEAR I'LL -" A quiet woomph sound was all that was heard after. Ortho's interest was peaked, and he rushed over to see large boot prints, and an Epel-sized hole in a snowdrift. Sebek was soon behind Ortho and gave the little robot a small shove to get to Epel and try to help him out. Ortho gave Sebek an indignant beep, before shoving him into the snow drift as well, just far enough so that he wouldn't land on top of his much smaller comrade. Sebek was caught off guard, but not nearly as badly as Ace and Deuce's yelps seemed to be. Ortho watched as Jack held both of them, one under each arm before he tossed them into the snow drift as well, tail wagging a mile a minute. He gave Ortho a huge grin as the boys disappeared into the snow. "Don't worry, I'm not going to throw you in. You don't have my phone number." Ortho was baffled, putting his snow cannons at rest as he floated closer to Jack, watching the four other freshmen struggle to get out of the bank, admittedly a little disappointed Jack didn't want to throw him. "What does not being thrown into the snowbank have to do with having your phone number?" Jack looked at him like a deer in the headlights, before rubbing the back of his neck and averting his eyes awkwardly. "They all know winter is my favourite season, but not one of them told me they were having a snowball fight. So I subjected them to the same punishment I do my siblings.....throw them in a snow bank that I make. That way I know there are no hard chunks of ice or anything in it, but it's still funny to watch them struggle to get out." Ortho was a little taken aback, before giggling a bit at Jack's explanation. "Oh I see!....well...I did have your phone number.....I have access to everyone's contact information...." Ortho looked down a little bashfully, hoping to achieve his desired outcome. "Oh....well you still didn't know my favourite season...." Jack watched the little robots mannerisms for a moment, and noted the somewhat deflated posture he had in response. He smiled a bit and patted Ortho's shoulder. "Can you handle getting that wet?" Ortho's head shot up, eyes meeting Jack's slightly concerned, slightly mischevious expression. Ortho balled up, a few excited blips leaving him before he remembered he needed to use English. "My brother made sure I could handle it!! I promise he did!!!" Jack glanced once more at the boys in the snow, then back at Ortho. "Okay." His expression immediately shifted to joy as he picked Ortho up and tossed him easily into the bank, eliciting happy beeping from the bot. A moment later, Jack jumped in himself, laughing alongside everyone else.

[straykidsnerd255]

Killer’s Family

Pairing: Killer x Female Reader

Genre: Fluff

Song: Cinnamon Girl

Warning: the occasional swear word, Pregnant Female Reader

A/n: The reader is Ace’s biological sister, and names her baby boy after him.

Summary: Killer leaves his hair messy on purpose. He likes it when his wife (Name) huffs in annoyance and brushes his hair like he’s a little kid. He will sit on the floor, legs crossed, mask off, and leaning against the bed with (Names) legs on either side of his arms. She and the little life growing in her stomach are the reason he can let lose and not act like a pirate every single second of every single day. Killer and (Name) soon have a baby boy and live on a secluded island with Killer’s pirate crew and Captian, along with Law and Luffy’s crews.

(Name) felt her eye twitch in annoyance. “My love, how many times have I told you to brush your hair when you get out of bed?” She said, hands on her hips. Killer opened his eyes and blinked the sleep from them. He looked at the door to see his wife (Name) glaring at him angrily. He sat up in bed, his hair sticking out in every which way. He yawned before standing up from the bed and trudging towards her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and buried his face in her neck.

“M’sorry. You know I like it when you brush my hair though.” He whispered against her neck, causing her to shiver but she rolled her eyes. “Alright, grab your brush and go sit by the bed. I’ll be right back.” She said, leaving the room. Killer grinned and grabbed the brush from the bedside table. She returned a moment later and sat on the bed. She took a small section of his hair and began to brush it out. Killer felt his eyes close as she brushed through his hair. He hadn’t even bothered to put his mask on.

She soon reached the middle section of his hair and smiled when he moved closer to her and sat up straighter. She finished brushing that section of hair before moving to the right side of his head. She swiped down with the brush and caught a knot in his hair. “Gah damn, that shit hurts!” He yelled, turning around to face (Name). She just gave him an unimpressed look. “Well, it wouldn’t hurt if you would learn to brush your own hair, you dork.” She said, leaning down and pressing her lips to the side of his head. When she finished brushing his hair, he turned around and shifted to his knees.

He wrapped his arms around her stomach and pressed his lips to her exposed very round stomach. He had shaved the night before but he had stub growing again making her smile and reach her hand down to his face. He nuzzled her stomach and was content for once. “I can’t wait to meet the baby. If the baby is a girl, I refuse to let her get caught up in the pirate business. However, if it's a little boy, you damn well know Kid and I are training him.” Killer said, his laughter ringing out through the room.

(Name) shook her head but a smile sat on her lips. “Fine.” She whispered, pulling him up towards her lips. When his pressed against hers, it was like a puzzle piece fitting into place. His arms caged her against the bed, while her hands ran through his freshly brushed hair. A low growl escaped his throat, causing her to giggle before pressing her lips against his, in a hungrier kiss. He grinned into the kiss before his lips seemed to press deeper. Pulling away when the air became a needed thing, Killer looked at his wife with hooded eyes before sitting down next to her. Her fingers ran over his hand, tracing the wounds from previous battles. A smile danced across her lips before her fingers intertwined with his. Killer was one lucky man. Kid would always complain and say that it wasn’t fair he got married first.

Killer would just roll his eyes but laugh loudly every time Kid would grumble. However, it was a special moment when she told not only Killer that she was pregnant, but the entire crew. The crew began so protective of her and the unborn baby that anyone that wasn’t an ally, was immediately killed or scared off. Becaue Law and Luffy had fought along side him and Kid when they fought against Kaido and Big Mom, he considered them allies. Not only that, but Law was a doctor and Killer asked Law to be (Names) doctor when it comes time for her to have the baby.

“What’s going to happen when the baby is born? Are you gonna continue being a pirate?” She asked, tightening her hold on his hand. Killer turned and looked at her to find her eyes dancing with unshed tears. Not only was she slowly becoming a mother, but he knew that beinga pirate would hurt her more once the baby was born. Killer sighed softly before pulled his hand from hers and wrapping his arms around her. “We will find a secluded place to live. Just me, you, the baby, and the crew if you want them there too.” Killer said. She looked up at him and smiled. “Even, Laws crew, and Luffy’s crew?” She asked. Killer laughed but nodded his head. “Even those two.” He answered.

{A few months later}

(Name) smiled sipping her tea as Killer and their son, Ace ran around the yard. Kid and his crew, along with Luffy and Laws crews found a deserted island they could stop at and relax for a while before continuing their adventures. Ace was now 17 years old and was just as strong as his father and uncle Kid. (Name) placed her tea on the table and pulled her legs up to her chest. She missed her brother. Ever since Luffy told her about his death, she wasn’t sure what to think about the government anymore. She stood her head and laid her chin on her hands and watched her husband and son with a loving smile on her face.

Luffy soon joined in and laughter rang out for as wide as could be. “Y/n, Ace has grown so much. He even looks like your brother.” Robin said, coming to sit down next to (Name). She smiled at the taller woman. “I was hoping that when he was born, my son would resemble my brother. I want to give the government and the Navy hell for killing Ace.” She said, glaring at the ground. Robin chuckled. “I know you and Luffy feel the same way. Plus, he was so happy when he received the letter from Killer saying you named your son after Ace.” Robin said, a smile on her face.

(Name) returned the smile before her and Robin stood up and walked towards the others. Ace turned to see his mother and Aunt walking towards them and bolted towards his mother. Ace was definitely taller than his mother, and (Name) blamed Killer for giving their son the tall genes. “Mom, am I really named after my uncle?” He asked looking at her with the brightest eyes. She smiled and nodded her head. “Yes you are. I bet he would be so happy to know you were named after him.” (Name) said, smiling at her son. Ace wrapped his arms around his mother and hugged her. A bright grin on his face. (Name) could see the uncanny resemblance to her brother. Looking up, (Name) sees Killer appear and wrap her and Ace into his arms and smile.

“I love you both so much.” Killer whispered, pressing a kiss to his wifes head and then to his sons head. “Love you to dad.” Ace said, causing Killer too grin. (Name) giggled. “When are we going back to sea?” Ace asked, when he had pulled away from his parents. Killer and (Name) looked at each other before smiling. “We should be able to go to sea soon.” Killer said, ruffling Ace’s hair and heading towards the docked ships to find Kid talking (yelling) with Luffy and Law. “Hey Kid, Ace is getting antsy and wants to get back to sea.” Killer said, sitting down next to his captian. Kid grinned.

“Well, lets go back to sea.”

[shiny-jr]

i did your damnation quiz that you released and i think i need to award you with how quickly you've made me start to like riddle - it reminds me back when you converted me into a vil simp as well 😭 it's obvious now but i got the heartslabyul result and i just adored how mc and characters are written in the story, and riddle having a battle axe under his bed genuinely cracked me up, and it being used later at the end was fun to see. throughout reading the whole result for heartslabyul i was kicking and giggling in my seat, and i would like to thank you for shooting pure serotonin into my veins for that. also the moment for trey with mc??? chef's kiss, amazing. i loved how all the characters familiar with the king in some way almost immediately caught on to mc, even riddle 😭 I'm gonna get to the other results later, but i can already tell they'll be just as fun to read!

- Big Man Anon

No, but deadass, whenever I look back at the Heartslabyul result, I think to myself, what the fuck was I on when I wrote this? Whatever it was, I need it again. Usually I struggle to write Riddle, but it came out smoothly this time? Strangely enough?? It came out really well??? Anyways, about Riddle having a battle axe, I just thought that Riddle reminded me of those anime characters or game characters that are short and cute but have scary strength and weird ridiculously large weapons like hammers, axes, etc. You know? Maybe that's just me.

Like I've said in other responses, I wanted to give each character a unique relationship with mc. Some of the characters will figure out or find out that mc is not meant to be there, others won't, I usually based that off each character's personality and traits and their role in the story. Like Deuce? Deuce is a little dense, so he won't figure it out. Ace wouldn't have known until mc told him (he probably would've figured it out later though). But the others, like Trey, Cater, and Riddle? The others are more cunning and stuff, so of course they'll realize at some point.

[sabinemorans]

Roll for Seduction

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 4K+

NSFW Warnings 18+ ONLY: penetrative sex, some teasing, condoms used

You caught up with Eddie briefly after school. Walking down the hallway near each other wasn’t going to arouse suspicion since it was crowded and it gave you an opportunity to confirm what time he wanted you over. While everyone was chatting loudly and racing to get out, you caught his eye meaningfully and he winked. 

“7:30,” he mouthed and you nodded before speeding up to walk closer to your friends. He watched you go with a dreamy look in his eyes, then raced to his car. He had some cleaning to do.  

His uncle worked the night shift so he’d be gone until dawn the next day, giving you and Eddie ample time to have a romantic evening that would end-if all went well-with the two of you passed out in each other’s arms. Eddie stopped in the middle of cleaning his room and smiled so big it hurt his cheeks. He was going to absolutely, positively, blow you away. 

A couple of hours later, his uncle was gone and after a couple of deals were made for extra cash Eddie was waiting impatiently for you to arrive. He’d cleaned his room up (it wasn’t really dirty, just messy), ordered pizza for you both and even tidied up the common area of the trailer. There were even some special items he’d placed in easily accessible areas in his room-you know, for later. 

7:25. He had gone ahead and got you what you always got to drink and set it next to his beer when he heard a knock. A knock in the same pattern he’d used earlier. Eddie practically tripped over his own feet to get to the door and when he yanked it open and saw you standing there his head felt fluttery. God…he loved you. Confessing fully hadn’t been on the table tonight in his original plans but…maybe it would be later. 

“Hey handsome~” You purr, boldly pushing in past him and shutting the door behind you without looking. Your hands slide up his torso, starting at his hips and coming up, up, up until they tangle in his hair for the second time that day. The memory of the abandoned classroom burst into Eddie’s mind and he had to fight the urge to fall to his knees before you. He had a plan dammit! A very sexy, romantic plan and by God he was gonna execute it! “Did you miss me?”

He leaned down and kissed you softly, his arms coming around to squeeze you to him so once again there was little space between your bodies. He slipped his tongue inside only briefly before moving his soft lips to your neck and ear. “Mmm…so fucking much. I touched your panties in my back pocket all day and guess what?” 

Your nose was nuzzling his neck, just as desperate for him as he was for you and you made an inquisitive noise. 

“I aced my test. I think they’re a lucky charm now.” 

“Oh baby, that's great! I’m sure that was just us studying hard though and not my panties. You dirty boy, I can’t believe you even took them.” You were mockingly upset but he saw through it, shaking his head slightly. He’d felt your fingers tighten ever so slightly when he brought them up, you were turned on by it too. 

“Now I think I’ve gotta start doing it often. Maybe I’ll ace all my tests if I have a little piece of you with me every day.” The soft whimper that left your lips at the thought of being bare beneath those skirts and cute little shorts you wore made him groan in response and cup the back of your neck to bring you closer. “Mmm you like that idea huh? I can do it for the rest of the year and then when we graduate, and run off together I won’t have to hide anything. I’ll put something for you on my battle vest and wear it proudly wherever I go.” 

“Oh Eddie…” Your eyes became wide with wonder and emotion, love specifically he hoped. Your lips pressed to his and his hands slid down to your ass to grab it firmly, a sigh of relief flooding through his body at tasting you again. You’d had another New Coke in the few hours the two of you had been apart and he smiled into the kiss. 

“You taste like Coke…” 

“M’sorry,” you mumble while he peppers your mouth and cheeks with soft kisses. “I know you don’t like the taste.”

“Mmm…no it’s ok. It’s fine. I’d rather taste it from you, you make everything taste good.” Eddie runs his nose along yours, thumbs playing with your jugular vein. He strokes it softly so you sigh sweetly and become putty in his hands. 

“Fuckin’ smooth talker,” you mumble against his lips when he kisses you again. 

“Yeah, you love it. C'mon let’s eat. You fed me so let me feed you sweetheart.” Eddie leads you to the couch and doesn’t let your hand go until he absolutely has to. 

“My favorite pizza and you have a drink for me, all nice and ready! Aren’t you the sweetest? If I didn’t know you were a good boy I’d say you’ve done something naughty, Eddie Baby.” You lean into his side and give his cheek a lingering kiss, which makes him eager for more. The words ‘good boy’ sent a shiver down his body and he gulped slightly, looking over at you already eating your slice with relish. You caught his gaze and winked, no doubt noticing the flush on his cheeks. 

Eddie stumbles for words for a second and ends up just taking a swig of his beer. He could see you giggling out of the corner of his eye and felt warmth flood through him. You were so gonna get it. 

The two of you ate and laughed and watched TV, which was overall one of the most perfect dates that could happen. Eddie loved being with you, no matter if you were poking fun at his shows (he loved the Twilight Zone and Macgyver), listening to him practice guitar, or just sitting near him and reading. Having you close enough that he could sniff your hair or press a kiss to your skin was paradise to him and since you lived in suburbia it was hard to have a normal kind of date like this. 

“Where do your parents think you are?” He asks curiously, playing with your hair. One arm was around you to keep you pressed into his side-always needing you as close as possible. The hand that wasn’t playing with your hair was sliding along your bare arm, dipping under the sleeve of your t-shirt occasionally. It hadn’t escaped his notice that you were wearing your gym clothes, the gray Hawkins High t-shirt and the green athletic shorts and it made him wonder briefly if you had your own plans for tonight. You two had met in gym your freshman year after all and it was most definitely when you’d fallen in love so of course he had an attachment to your uniform. 

You snuggled closer to him, sliding a hand along his chest and humming a bit at the feel of him. “Robin’s. Even though I gave up band, we’re still friends and she can keep a secret. I’ll probably catch a ride with her and Steve tomorrow morning.” 

Eddie grunted at the mention of Steve Harrington. He didn’t hate the guy, they just weren’t exactly on good terms. You looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and a grin. He frowns. “What are you grinning at?” 

“Nothing,” you purred, leaning up to kiss his cheek, your hand sliding up his chest to cup his face. Eddie hums softly and automatically brings his hands up to your hips as you move to straddle him. When you’re sitting right on his dick through his jeans he sighs with happiness. 

“It’s not nothing sweetheart. C’mon tell me.” Before I lose my patience and fuck you right here, he thinks. 

“I just think it’s cute that you act jealous of Steve, even though you have nothing to worry about.” Pulling back from planting soft kisses on his cheek that made his toes curl, you had a smile on your face a mile wide. 

“Nothing to worry about huh?” His hands grip your hips tighter and rock you ever so slightly on his hardening cock. Your weight alone had gotten things started and it wouldn’t be long before he was bursting at the seams to be buried inside you. “You sure? He’s not gonna do something with his hair and make you swoon?” 

It was a joke, yet he still felt his mouth tighten a little at the thought. But you laughed, loud and bright making his heart swell with love. 

“No! Of course not! Steve’s hair is nice but…” Fingers slipping into his hair, your face was suddenly right in his with your next words ghosting across his lips like a promise. “I prefer a rockstar look more.” 

Swallowing hard Eddie kisses you passionately, moaning into your mouth while he gropes at your ass. “Now who’s the smooth talker?” He mumbles against your lips.

When he feels like he’ll die if he doesn’t breathe he pulls back and quickly pulls you to his room. All the mess was cleaned, his covers washed and there was even a second pillow on his bed for you but he barely gave you time to notice. 

Out of habit Eddie locks his bedroom door and then is on you again, tongue taking up residence in your sweet mouth while his hands worship the soft skin under your shirt. You aren’t idle though, not simply content to enjoy his touch on you, your own hands scramble under his clothes to feel him back. His battle vest and his leather jacket were both off in a flash. You tried to pull up his Hellfire Club shirt but he caught your hands in his.

Big brown eyes blown wide with need, Eddie kisses your knuckles then pushes you onto his bed. “Not so fast sweetheart, I’ve got plans for you tonight. Let’s slow it down a little.” He winks, and feels accomplished when you pout at him. You were so fucking cute when you did that. 

“But Eddie,” you whined as you kicked your shoes and socks off but not taking your eyes off him. “I’ve been thinking about you all day…”

“And I’ve been thinking about you sweetheart, but just trust me. I wanna enjoy you, all of you as much as I can. You trust me right?” Eddie had tossed his boots and socks to the side and had started working on his belt when he noticed you hadn’t answered him. Belt open and hanging down from his jeans he looked up, finding your eyes glued to his ringed hands on the leather. He chuckled, making you jump and meet his eyes finally. “Distracted already huh? You wanna finish this for me?” 

You swallow hard and nod. Your legs open wider without you conscious of it as he steps forward. Your face is level with his still clothed stomach and when you press a kiss to it Eddie can’t help but groan a little. You were just so fucking sweet…

 The belt came off slowly and Eddie even let you get so far as to unbutton his jeans before he stopped you. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “Now can you answer me? You trust me right?” 

You nod, then wet your lips. “With all my heart Eddie…” 

“Good.” With confirmation Eddie strips off his shirt and drops it, his cock throbbing as he looks at the absolute neediness in your eyes. He’d never found himself super attractive or unattractive but the way you looked at him with your eyes raking over his lean body made him feel like the most beautiful man in the world. He lets you run your hands along his now bare torso while he ties his hair back in a low messy bun; then he moves your dominant hand into his jeans, onto the bulge in his boxers. 

“Fuck, Eddie…you’re so hard already…” You were practically drooling for him, your thumb running along his hard length while your hips slightly ground against his bed.

“Shit that feels good,” Eddie moans, sliding his hand up and down your arm for a moment and then scooping you up under your armpits and moving you onto the pillows. He yanks his jeans off before crowding you on the bed, arms on either side of you while his mouth takes control of yours. Your hands run down his back and your legs come up to wrap around his waist tightly. He lets out a guttural noise at your nails digging into his skin and ruts himself against you, his cock beginning to leak with need. 

When his hands move down under your ass to get you at an even better angle something finally clicks. He pulls back, breathless and looks down at you. 

“What’s wrong?” You’re panting, lips kiss swollen and your eyes go wide as his hands slip under your shorts to grab you skin to skin. You yelp and cling to his shoulders in surprise. “E-Eddie!” 

Eddie grins and squeezes the soft flesh beneath his calloused fingers. He’s rutting again now but slower, tortuously slower. “You’re not wearing any panties…I can’t believe I didn’t notice before! You changed clothes but kept going without huh? Didn’t want me to take another trophy?” 

“What?? N-No I-I just…I just didn’t uhm…” You floundered. His smug look has that cute little crease in your brow showing up and you opened your mouth to speak but instead only a deep, greedy moan came out. He’d rolled his hips perfectly against you. You whined and clutched at him harder. “Mean…” 

Eddie lowers his mouth to yours and teasingly licks at your lower lip, dragging it out so you squeeze him hard with your thighs. “Watch your mouth baby before I fuck it and leave this pretty pussy empty. You don’t want that do you?” 

You whined again and shook your head. He smirked. “Didn’t think so.” 

He slowly untangles himself from your limbs to begin undressing you. Your shorts are slid off with kisses to the inside of your knees and then he’s over you again, pulling up your shirt with his teeth while making heavy eye contact that has you both shivering. When that’s also discarded he leans back with a hand on his cock, stroking it over his shorts to admire you. His warm brown eyes take you in from your heaving chest to your already glistening folds and Eddie lets out a breath of sheer awe. No matter how many times he saw you like this it would never cease to amaze him. That you were here with him, bared and wanting him as much as he wanted you. 

Eddie looks into your eyes and says the words he’s been thinking of for years out loud. “I love you.”

He hears your breath catch, worry shooting through him suddenly only for a wave of relief to wash over him when you sit up and cup his face in your hands. You’re both smiling like idiots suddenly and Eddie nuzzles into your palm lovingly.

 “Oh Eddie, I love you too. There’s no one else for me but you, you got that? Just me and you, Munson. Forever.” 

 “Forever, sweetheart…” Eddie whispers, mouth crushing against yours briefly before he reaches into the top drawer of his nightstand. Swallowing hard Eddie pulls out a condom from the waiting box in there, and is sliding between your soaked lips once it’s on. As he lines himself up, one hand cupping your face he promises, “one day, I’m gonna make you a Munson too.” 

With complete relish he watches your eyes widen at his words and then flutter closed as he sinks inside you, a deep groan escaping his chest. Your body arches against his and Eddie leans his head down to your shoulder as if in prayer, mumbling against the skin. His pace is slow but deep, filling you completely and feeling every little twitch of you around him. Deep groans leave your chest, your hands sliding down his bare back in such a sweet caress Eddie finds himself whining softly into your ear. His hands slide underneath your ass to pop your hips up more, angling himself deeper to make you cry out. 

“Fuck-Eddie,” you gasped against him, your mouth pressing wet and needy kissed along his shoulder while your thighs squeezed him around the waist. 

“Yeah babydoll? You like it?” It was fucking torture for him to fuck you so slow like this, to feel your heat around him so totally then leave it-only to plunge back in at the same pace but he could endure it if it meant a harder orgasm for you. Eddie could endure a lot of things to give you pleasure or even just to make you smile. His teeth graze your ear teasingly and then he’s pulling back and sitting up on his knees while still buried in you. 

He pushes back his bangs which are a bit sweaty now from his forehead and suddenly grins at you. 

“What?” You ask once you realize he’s grinning, wetting your lips a little. 

“Nothing, I just like watching your eyes wander…” Your gaze has gone from his face to his bicep and then down his chest, lingering on his tattoos. It made him feel warm inside to know you were visually struck by him. Watching you lustfully look at him gave him confidence like nothing else did. Eddie drags his hand down his chest and his lean stomach, his cock throbbing at the sight of you eagerly watching this movement. When he reaches between the two of you he lets a callused finger brush against your clit. 

You gasp, your body involuntarily pulsing around his cock making him lean his head back and moan. “Fuck…you feel so perfect.”

He shivered when your hand reached down to grasp at his hand on your thigh, stroking the top with your nails lightly. Goddammit you were so fucking good. You were twitching under his thumb and the gentle circle he was making with it and slowly, again making it torture for you both he began to pump in and out of your pussy. It was leaking out around him, coating him with so much slick it was becoming impossible for him to keep the torture up. Before he knew it Eddie was pushing inside faster, his thumb’s rotations becoming smaller and more focused where he knew you needed it.

The pace became desperate but not frantic-he still wants to drag it all out as best he can but you just feel too fucking good. So hot, so wet inside all for him. And your noises fuck the noises it was like you were in heaven with him inside you and it only spurred him on more. He leaned down and fucked your mouth with his tongue as he drove into you, and when you were so far gone you couldn’t kiss back his mouth assaulted your neck instead. He bit, sucked and made his mark all over both sides of your neck while praising you for taking him so well. 

“Shit-so good,” he panted into your ear as he tilted your hips up to make the angle deeper. “So good for me, god, baby I love it-I love you.”

You stuttered out that you loved him too and suddenly were moaning louder, your grip on his back tightening. “E-Eddie m-m’close,” you breathed, trying to pry your eyes open to see him. 

“Yeah? You wanna cum? Is that it? You wanna cum all over my cock huh?” Eddie pressed in fully and moved his free hand between the two of you to press on your lower stomach making you scream his name. “Cmon I wanna hear it. Can you ask me if you can cum? Can you?” 

One of your hands gripped at his hair then and tugged so deliciously hard he almost came right then. “C-can I cum baby,” you begged, your eyes open just enough to meet his. “Please? Fuck-pretty please can I? I need it so bad!” 

Goddammit he couldn’t deny you. He nodded and picked his pace back up, going so fast now that the sound of skin on skin in his tiny room was frankly obscene. Eddie watched as your breathing hitched higher and higher and you arched more off the bed. So close, so close you were making that cute face you did and your pussy was tightening around him and- 

Everything went white. You screamed his name and clamped down so hard on him his thrusts stuttered. Head tilted back to the ceiling Eddie yelled out your name without a thought to his neighbors; riding out the high while still rubbing at you, albeit a bit more lazily. You tap out when you can’t take anymore and he stops immediately. 

“Fuck…I came so hard” he says with a slight laugh, his breath coming in soft pants. “Your pussy is just too good. Like it was fuckin’ made for me. I couldn’t even last long enough for everything I’d planned...”  Not that it had at all been a waste.

You laugh from below him and pull on his hair gently to bring him down to you. He kisses you languidly, as if you both have all the time in the world. “I think it was,” you say against his lips. “Just for you…” 

“I’m a lucky guy, the luckiest guy in Hawkins.” 

“Mmmm I agree! We’re both lucky. Who else finds love so early?” You press your forehead to his and high him tight, pressing your chests together. 

Eddie lets out a soft sigh, burying his face in your neck and shrugs. “I’m just glad we did…”

***

Eventually he has to pull out of you. After some soft kisses he leaves the bed to throw the condom away and brings water and juice for you both. He has to take his hair from the bun as it had come loose from your tugging and he shakes it out. He fixes it and then takes the juice cup from you, draining the other half. He can feel your eyes on him and he turns his head slowly, raising an eyebrow. “Something catch your eye?” 

Your fingers reach out to touch the half crescents in his skin from your digging, dozens of them all over his back and you smile. “You of course. All of you. But I was thinking…what was all the stuff you had planned huh?” 

Eddie flushed a little and shrugged. “You know I just…I just wanted to last longer. Do more…stuff.” He grabs the water cup to have something to do and even as the icy cold water gives him a chill it’s not enough to break the heat of your gaze. 

“Stuff? Liiiiiike?” You prompted, wrapping your arms loosely around his waist and kissing on his shoulder softly. Goosebumps prickle along his skin and he swears he can feel your smile against him. 

“Well I…I wanted to do more positions. Really take my time with you more. Drag it out. I wanted…” Eddie looks over his shoulder at you, his gaze hot. “I wanted to wear you out so badly we’d both call out of school.” 

Even though he’d just cum he felt a twitch inside him at your reaction. Your mouth had opened slightly and you’d squirmed. He looked at you with interest, suddenly putting his glass on his nightstand and then pinning you to the bed yet again. Hands wrapped tightly around your wrists Eddie watched you wriggle beneath him with obvious want, a naughty smirk creeping onto his face. 

“Turned on again after all that? I love it… You think you could cum again for me?” 

“Mmmm…maybe after a little bit,” you confessed, biting your lip a little as you studied him. He hums, leaning down to drag his nose along yours and then along your cheek as he thinks. 

“Why don’t we rest a bit, and we’ll see what happens, Hm?” 

“Deal.” 

You snuggled up together under his covers and put your face in his neck, which made him smile into your hair. Together your breathing deepens and becomes more even, heart rates slowing almost in tandem. Before the curtain of darkness could fall over his eyes completely you asked, “Eddie? Did you mean it?” 

He grunts softly and he squeezes you a little tighter. “Mm?” 

“What you said…about making me a Munson?” 

Eddie pulled back, just enough to see your silhouette in the moonlight streaming through his window. Caressing your cheek with his thumb he murmurs, “Yeah sweetheart. I meant it with everything in me.” 

You sighed happily and nuzzled your way back into your spot in the crook of his neck. “Good. It’s a plan then. I love you Eddie.” 

Eddie kissed the top of your head and tangled your legs together, arms holding you tightly to him. 

“And I love you sweetheart…” 

As sleep overcomes Eddie he has one last thought, and that’s what it would be like to have you handcuffed to a bed frame, with one of his rings on your left ring finger. 

part 3-

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[lunarpanda]

So about Pokemon Sweet 2th.

I honestly had a good time playing it and seeing all the funny sprite edits the mod team did, there's some good shit in here and the fact they included Pancham in the game is really excellent to me<3 Finally got to use my most favorite little guy in a hot minute<3

But there's a couple things that really could've gone better.

Like the level scaling kinda sucks. It's kinda open world, depending on what starter you chose you go a different path between a forest/an island/a cave and all the Pokemon there are around level 5-6 until the first gym and the strongest Pokemon at the gym is like level 20. I think that might be a little too high especially for the first gym. I'm looking at a couple first gym leaders from the official games and most of their ace Pokemon were level 15 which seems more acceptable. In addition, when I went ahead to go train on higher level Pokemon there is an unskippable rival battle where both rivals have 3 level 20 or so Pokemon so I couldn't get some better grinding in so I had to keep grinding with level 5-6 Pokemon outside the cave entrance. I guess it's nitpicky but still like I shouldn't be struggling first thing in the game you know.

Also the game doesn't really scale with you either. Like you go to the two other towns you couldn't access with your starter and they're basically the same level as you would challenge them if you picked that particular starter. It might not be so bad when you can sweep them away and get some easy exp but still.

I wish the grass was a little more involved? If that makes sense. It feels like the only places that force you to have encounters are caves/oceans. I think a good game would make you go through a little more grass.

Also the type chart doesn't really make sense to me. AFAIK Vanilla/Chocolate/Strawberry seems to be a regular type triangle but the other types I got no clue on. I had to guess and remember... I wish the game was a little more intuitive on what beats what. I did see there is a type chart on here but still... At least have the gym guides say "hey this beats this, memorize that" (I found the type chart like way too late in the game so I guess that's my own fault for not looking it up... still...)

Oh and the game's like... pretty glitchy. When interacting with a couple things such as a letter one an NPC's table it gave me a pop up and I couldn't do anything else and had to restart from my last save. Same with a couple of Rock Smash boulders I found in the caves.

Another glitch I got was the fact that since I used a Musharna that had Magic Bounce a couple of moves locked me into an animation/ability loop so I had to restart whenever I got that. Particularly when Delcatty used Sing, the notes kept bouncing around in an endless loop with no end. Gave it a minute and nothing changed. Same thing when I tried to battle Jynx in the final area. The Trace against Magic Bounce ability can ruin the battle if it decides to use Sweet Kiss.

I think one time the game closed by itself when I wasn't paying attention but IDK if that was because of the game or if it's because I nudged my laptop track pad and it closed... Jury's still out on that one. (This shit finnicky)

And like the last thing. I was in a cave trying to catch a couple legendaries and I could not leave. Like at all. I try to enter the door, couldn't leave. Tried to use an escape rope and the entire Professor Oak message played so I'm trapped in that location forever unless I restart. So yeah... that's basically where I left my character off since she can't go back home. I don't think I can Fly back home since I'm in a cave.

Another nitpick I have. I know it's to make the game a little bit challenging and stuff but I don't think the gym trainers should be battling you on site after you leave the building. Like yeah it's good for grinding but there is one instance where you're in the gym with the invisible walls and if you get caught by the first trainer there he blocks your way and you can't progress into the gym unless you go out and come back in again. Like IDK if that was deliberate or not but it's a pain in the ass not to get caught by that guy...

And one more tiny little thing that doesn't really particularly impact story or progression or anything is the fact that the Dex isn't fully original. Most entries are just unedited and don't really make a lot of sense with the Pokemon presented. For example, Snivy's entire line is just Pichu's, Cleffa's and Igglybuff's entries rather than being anything new.

Other than a lot of that stuff I did have fun with the game don't get me wrong. I enjoyed what I played but there's just a lot that really could be better. IDK if like the devs would want to improve on the game since the last patch was 2017 but still. It's very much a play if you want to kinda game but I think it might be better to watch someone play through it unless you really really want to.

[horseshoe-bay-ledger]

Beginnings

Okay, so, it’s kind of a New Year’s thing but also… not really. Basically the idea is, what if I forced Nancy and Ace to kiss at midnight. I wrote it in like half an hour and edited it in way less so you and you’re expectations have been warned. It’s a bit contrived.  (Also please ignore the timeline issues—we’re post season 3 and The Curse TM is still in play.)

Horseshoe Bay is celebrating New Year’s Eve but a supernatural threat’s got other plans. It’s nearly midnight and the problem might require more from Nancy and Ace than they had accounted for.

———

“Back that truck up. You’re saying we have until midnight tonight to fix this or the ground might actually split and a ‘beast’ will emerge?” George asked. “Are you for real?”

“Mmm hmm, ‘Happy New Year’ to us,” Nancy said with none of the cheer this expression warranted. “Epicenter is in Stratemeyer Woods. Roots of a tree there. Ash tree. Found it before, and it had some symbols carved into it. The beast part was unclear.”

“Doesn’t sound like a good thing,” Nick shouted from the kitchen. There was never a private conversation to be had in the Drew Household.

George made a noise of agreement.

“That’s not a lot of time,” she added, quieter.

Nancy raised her eyebrows and inclined her head in response.

“And why the deadline?”

“Something about a hundred year cycle ending tonight and the relevant sacrifices not being made. You know, the usual.”

“Sounds about right.”

Rustling in the entry way notified them of Ace and Bess’ arrival. They were bickering about something behind the door but Nancy couldn’t make it out from her spot on the couch arm despite her eavesdropping. She did manage to catch her own name, though. Curious.

“You going to break the news to Bess or shall I?” George asked.

“They already know it’s not good,” Nancy said. “That’s why they’re here.”

As she looked up she made eye contact with Ace over George’s head. Her heart threatened to burst out of her chest. She did very well to keep her face from giving the game away right then and there. Or so she thought.

“Uh huh,” George hummed meaningfully which Nancy did not appreciate, drawing the sound out as she turned her head to follow Nancy’s gaze.

“Hey guys,” Bess came in with too much energy. Ace inclined his head in greeting.

Nick came back out with five glasses of orange juice which Nancy did not question even though she had heard the kettle boiling.

“Getting one more supernatural battle in before the end of the year?”

“Yeah, sorry Bess I know you had plans. We can always try and handle it on our own—"

“No, no, it’s alright,” Bess dismissed. “Besides, there’s always next year for Addy and I to have our midnight kiss.”

“Next year, huh?” George said, not unhappily.

“Yeah,” Bess gave a small smile. “I hope so.”

“Good,” George replied approvingly.

Ace hadn’t said anything but Nancy had caught his eye a few times as they both tried (and failed) to not look at each other.

This time though, when they each caught the other’s gaze something got it’s hooks in her— refusing to let her look away or get her breath back.

It was so painful, and Sisyphean, loving him now. It’s still not something she would ever give up or give away. Even though it hurt, even though she had lost count of how many times her heart broke over and over, she would not change a single thing about how she felt. She just wished she could ease some of the pain she saw reflected back at her.

Temperance’s cards had suggested one of them would lose their heart but Ace hadn’t lost his, and she hadn’t lost hers.

She thought back to her mum telling her the story of Pandora and her jar. But what stuck with her most of all was the ending in the version her mother told. Hope alone was caught behind, she would say, the lid closed so it could never escape.

But hope’s a good thing, the younger her pointed out one time.

Yes, but not always, her mother had replied. Sometimes we’re better off without it.

It was something she became to understand more and more every day. Hope could be the most evil of all—it’s that which kills you while you still breathe. Completely unbearable.

What she found in Ace’s eyes was just that: unbearable. But she also couldn’t find it in her to look away.

It took a second for her to realise Bess was asking her something, so she pulled her attention back to the task at hand and explained the situation.

She avoided looking at Ace again.

———

“Plan is to go out there tonight and prevent it somehow. We just need to figure out how to stop it.”

“I think I might have figured out how.” Bess had been looking through something on her phone while Nancy had been filling everyone in. “But there’s a few things we need.”

“Okay, what are they?”

“A lotus flower.”

“Sure.”

“We can probably blackmail Conor into letting us into Lily’s.”

“Or we could just ask Lily nicely.”

“Both viable options.”

“My mum has some at home,” Ace said.

“Okay, we also need eight eggs in place of an animal sacrifice,” Bess added flinching.

“In the fridge,” Nick offered like it was his house.

“A duck feather,” Bess continued to list.

“This is feeling like a real mix of cultures but sure. That’s doable,” George said. “What else?”

“And blood.”

“Obviously.”

“… of two tied to a new beginning.”

“Ah.”

“…under an Inguz rune,” Bess finished turning her phone so they could see. She zoomed in on a rune that looked like two arrows facing different directions crossing. The same one Nancy had seen carved onto the tree earlier.

Nancy showed them the matching photos of the trunk.

“Any more qualifiers on that last one?”

“No that’s all.”

“Well, let’s get to it then,” Ace said, swiping up his keys, “time’s a-wasting.”

———

They had divided and reformed again finding everything they needed to complete the ritual. Nancy wasn’t convinced by the blood they’d collected in storage at the morgue but it was the best they could come up with the time they had. There was a story that went with it about an elopement gone wrong.

The ground rumbled slightly beneath them threateningly as they made their way through the dark woods into the clearing with the ash tree.

As Bess instructed they laid down their offerings at the base of the tree. Nick went about carving a new rune under the freshest looking one on the trunk.

Ace stepped forward when he was done thumbing some of the blood just under in two clean strokes.

The instant he did, the ground stopped rumbling.

“Is that it?” George said cautiously.

But, almost in response, the ground started to shake even worse than before. It sounded almost like a roar.

“It hasn’t worked,” Nick pointed out.

“Obviously,” George added.

“It’s not enough,” Bess said, sounding distraught as the rumbling sound started up again.

“What do you mean it’s not enough,” Nancy said, only slightly less panicked.

“They have the blood what more do they want?”

“A new beginning.”

“How are we going to get that?”

“It’s New Year’s so maybe we could use that? Birth something new?”

“Like what?” Nancy shouted over the threatening rumble. “Are we talking metaphorically or literally?”

“I’m not finding a pregnant person and dragging them out into the woods,” George said, “even if we had the time for that.”

“Uh, what about like when people kiss at the stroke of midnight? That can be a first time. A new dawn. A beginning.”

“Very romantic,” George said. “Is that what’s about to prevent this ancient beast snapping all our heads off and running rampant? How are we supposed to pull something like that off within the next…” she consulted Nick’s watch, “two minutes.”

“I could kiss Ace,” Nick suggested, throwing out ideas.

“No, that won’t work. It needs to be to mean something to be a beginning. It needs to be a punctuation of something like the breath you take before you start to speak.”

“You should write poetry,” George replied sarcastically.

The ground underneath them, if it were possible, was starting to make a scratching sound that made the hairs on the back of Nancy’s neck stand up.

“Yeah, okay, so it needs to mean something in and of itself. Got it,” Nick said ignoring George’s bite. He was stressed but trying to remain level-headed. “Can’t just be a kiss.”

It all suddenly fell into place and Nancy knew what she needed to do. She wasn’t quite ready to admit the entire truth of it to herself just yet though. She was sure Bess had known as she had made the suggestion but she didn’t know what it would cost.

“Nick and George?” Nancy suggested immediately, desperate, knowing the alternative. Dreading it. “You two could…”

“That won’t work either,” Bess said hurriedly. “It means something but it’s not a beginning.”

Out of the corner of her eye Nancy could see Ace roll his shoulders as he’s thinking. She knows he’s figured it out too but he can’t possibly know it would be his life he would be sacrificing.

“Bess, it would be really great if you were in love with Nancy and were just holding out on us,” George pointed out, waving her arms in frustration.

“Yeah, no, sorry,” Bess said, eyes sliding quickly to Ace and then back to Nancy. “It’s not that you’re not—"

Nancy waved her off. They did not have time for this right now.

“Nancy,” Ace said, quietly and earnestly, calm and firm, cutting through all of the noise and chaos.

It was all he needed to say.

She closed her eyes for just a moment to centre herself and turned to him, meeting his eyes again at last. Her heart beating uselessly against her ribs.

Just the way he had said her name and how he looked at her now said everything.

It said, I know what’s going on.

It said, I know what we have to do.  

It said, I know what’s at stake.

It said, I know you.

It said, I know you love me, too. It said…

“I know,” she heard herself say.

Tears were coming now, thick and fast. She never even had the chance to fight them back. She couldn’t save him. She’d failed and yet she was going to be rewarded with something she had been desperate to do for a long time.

“But we can’t—,” Nancy half-hearted protested, her voice breaking. (The way she had said that, too, may just have triggered the curse in its own right.)

She was mourning a loss she had already suffered and was yet to suffer. It was entirely overwhelming and all she needed was to know the man she loved would be okay—but there was no version of this story where that was the ending.

She didn’t explain it was his life he would be surrendering. She didn’t need to, he already knew. He always had her figured out. Sometimes it was wonderful. Sometimes it was infuriating.

Right now it was both.

He said nothing else but stepped closer, his quietude started rubbing off on her as it always did. As he drew nearer she felt more and more grounded—more sure that everything would be okay even though it was about to be very, very not okay.

Strange how that happens even when it’s the last thing she thought possible.

“Okay,” she said, steeling herself. “Okay. Knife?”

Bess silently handed her a pink switchblade that was clean.

The tree was now perfectly between her and Ace on his left, her right. Wordlessly Nancy pricked her finger, swiping it over the fresh carved rune this time, tracing one of the arrows. Ace wiped the knife and did the same but on the arrow pointing the other way, also without a word.

He turned back to her and she found her hands clutch at his coat, probably staining it.

Words began to spill out of her. “I never wanted it to be like this. I—”

“It’s okay,” Ace said lowly. He was close enough now that he had raised his hands to her face, wiping away her tears with the pads of his thumbs. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

But there was. He was just being brave.

“How long ‘til midnight?” Ace asked.

“Uh… ten seconds.” Bess answered.

“That’s all we need,” Ace said. “Are you ready?” This question was for Nancy.

She took a shaky breath and nodded.

“Three seconds now,” Bess said, somewhat urgent.

“I…” Nancy began, feeling as if she needed to say something. In this moment she came up short; she had neither the adequate time or words.

But Ace, who under other circumstances would give her all the time and space to figure it out, surged forward instead. He wouldn’t let her logic her way out of following her own heart. Not again.

She had stumbled back half a step but his lips still found hers, a hand on her back steadying her. Despite everything, his other hand on her face—just for a second—felt a little unsure. Then she kissed him back and it felt like she was letting go of a breath she had been holding for weeks. She heard far away fireworks go off in the direction of the town signalling the new year but even the sound of them faded away as all her senses were caught up in this moment.

And it was real. It was real.

It seemed like the ground was still moving but she was realised it was just her heartbeat thrumming through her entire body, utterly disorientating. She felt every cell in her vibrate with the rightness of it, with adrenaline, with relief. Nothing in the world existed but this.

They were tangled up in it for seconds, for centuries.

It was much, much more than a kiss.

But, in the end, it was just a kiss and finally, eventually, very reluctantly they pulled apart.

The clock read 12:01. The ground calm beneath them.

There was a weightless quiet as Nancy opened her eyes. Ace swallowed deeply before he opened his. And when he looked at her, she wouldn’t think twice about living in that moment for the rest of her life.

But, of course, she couldn’t. That luxury was never afforded to them. Reality was waiting for them both.

“It worked,” Bess laughed with relief.

Nancy felt completely relieved for just a moment, then the panic came in a flood.

The clearing was eerily quiet, completely dissonant with what was to come. They’d averted one disaster but there was a another one waiting for them now.

Ace still looked unnervingly calm. Her eyes didn’t stray from him for even a second.

“There’s a curse on Ace,” she announced immediately.

Straightforward. Succinct. Detached. As it had to be.

“Temperance left it there to tempt me into sparing her life so if I—“ she hesitated for the briefest of seconds before resuming, “when I acted on my feelings for Ace it was triggered, and Ace would die somehow.”

Ace didn’t even blink. His lips tucked into his mouth, making it into a flat line. Something in his eyes shifted but Nancy could tell this was more of a confirmation than a realisation.

With effort, she pivoted away from him and was met by the other’s reactions.

Bess had a knowing look. Nick had let out an ‘ah’ and pursed his lips. George looked sympathetic and on the verge of tears, which was the worst of all. But George blinked then and squared her shoulders.

“Come on, then,” she said more resolutely and lighter than her face warranted. “These woods aren’t going to help us save my back-up dish washer from imminent death.”

George stepped toward Ace. She gently pushed and ruffled the side of his head—Ace mockingly scrunched his face as she walked beyond him.

“Unless there is some wizard in them we can make a bargain with,” her voice was slowly fading away. “You never know with this town.”

Nick shook his head slightly amused, shrugged and said, “What’s another death curse between friends?” Before following George back the way they had come.

“I’ve done some of the groundwork already, I think,” Bess said almost smug.

“What? How?” Nancy said in disbelief. None of this is what she had been bracing for at all—a burden shared, a probable way out of this.

Bess turned back and tilted her head somewhat playfully at her. “Call it… intuition. Oh, and I have this…”

She handed Ace a small package she had tucked away in her coat. He untied it and found an annulet.

“Just in case. This should temporarily suspend the effects of any curse—for now,” Bess explained. “It’s only good for a day or two. Make sure it’s touching skin or it won’t work.”

Bess stretched out to grasp them both by the shoulder for a second and sauntered off after Nick and George.

For the first time in a long time, maybe ever, Nancy had a confident hope they could work this out. They would save Ace; her heart.

Her and Ace were left alone in the clearing.

She looked at him, her mouth open worrying over something she has no idea how to say. She was overwhelmed for so many reasons.

“Hey,” he said, holding out his hand, “it might be what happens next… but it’s not the ending.”

She looked out at his hand stretched out towards her.

She took it.

It was a beginning. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have worked.

[toreii]

Glorious Masquerade spoilers #27

Noble Bell College - Main Street

We begin with Epel, yawning, saying that he almost fell asleep. According to Epel, everyone promised to meet and head to the ball together. But, he wonders if anyone has arrived. Riddle approaches him, and notices that Epel looks pretty sleepy. Epel is surprised to see him, and asks if Riddle caught him yawning. After the Crimson Flower disappeared, students from Noble Bell College came to retrieve him. Epel slept in his room all day, but he still feels sleepy. Riddle tells him he was flying around for a long time. It’s understandable.

However, Riddle says he got plenty of forced sleep, so he’s not tired at all. Epel nervously laughs. He asks Riddle if he’s angry about what he did. Riddle is like “I’m angry? Of course!” Using his unique magic on him in battle, putting him to sleep, and taking care of everything by himself, it was too dangerous! If Epel made a mistake, he could have lost his magic! What a careless thing to do! Epel quickly apologizes to Riddle for using Sleep Kiss on him. But, he felt like he had to do it. So, he doesn’t regret his decision. Riddle sighs. To think he’d be saved by a first year. Even though he was caught off guard, he doesn’t feel sorry for himself. He tells Epel it was admirable, and thanks him. Epel simply laughs.

Deuce calls out to Riddle, and thanks him for his hard work. Rook also thanks Epel for his hard work, adding that it was a big success. Epel tells Deuce that he heard he sprained his ankle, and asks if he’s okay. Deuce says he ate and slept a lot, so he feels better. Riddle it’s more than just a simple explanation. Noble Bell College has good treatments. Riddle asks Deuce if he was just as active as Epel. Rook tells Roi du Rose that he wanted to show him Deuce’s mighty roar at the time. The way he bravely faced the difficult enemy was exactly as he heard about the Trump soldiers. Deuce says it’s embarrassing when Rook puts it like that.

Riddle tells Deuce that he also heard from Azul, and that his unique magic was used at a critical moment. The courage to save Idia, and his judgement in entrusting his unique magic to Azul, worked out really well. When they get back to the dorm, Riddle says he will hold a tea party to celebrate Deuce’s good fortune. Deuce is taken aback. A tea party for him!? He says he’s happy, but if Ace finds out he acted snobbish, Ace will make fun of him. Rook tells Deuce there’s no need to worry. Ace will surely compliment him. After all, it was a really great performance. Oh, the beauty of Deuce-kun that’s seared into his eyes! A glow that inspired Rook when he was about to give up!

Deuce gets embarrassed with Rook’s words. Deuce says Rook was plucking the Crimson Flower while singing. Despite it hurting, he enjoyed it. It was like watching a musical. Epel says he can imagine Deuce was surprised. Riddle says that he can’t believe both first years showed determination. It was definitely a surprise. Rook says “Oh really?” He also feels touched, and begins getting teary eyed.

Deuce asks Rook what happened. Epel asks why he is crying. Rook says he’s impressed with the growth of his beloved child, his heart is so full! He wants to tell Vil this story as soon as possible. His handkerchief will be wet with tears…sob! Riddle tells Deuce he wishes he could express as much joy for him so as to not lose to Rook, but he can’t. So sorry!

Silver comments to Sebek that Deuce and Epel look okay. Looking at everyone’s smiles, it was good to have gotten rid of the Crimson Flower. Sebek says that if it’s Malleus’s hands, saving a world or two is no problem. Their power may be insignificant to that great person, but Sebek is proud that he was able to be of some help. He was able to grow once more. He feels proud.

Silver agrees, and feels like he can report to his father. Sebek adds that he also needs to report to Lilia that he won the competition against the Crimson Flower. Silver tells Sebek it’s not good to lie. Sebek argues that he’s not lying. He exterminated more flowers. Silver corrects him. He was the one with the most flowers. Sebek had to have seen the huge pile. Sebek says it was only a pile of petals. In terms of numbers, he had the most. Silver says he cannot make false statements to his father. He wants to hand over his victory, but… Sebek can’t believe what he’s hearing. Give in!? What kind of statement is that!?

Jamil and Ruggie approach the two. Jamil tells Sebek to be quiet. He can’t be making a fuss at school. It seems he doesn’t have any manners. Ruggie adds that even though they were fighting until dawn, he can’t believe they still have energy to keep fighting. What kind of strength do they have? Silver greets them both, telling them “Good morning”. Jamil points out it’s already night. Silver asks if they are both okay. The battle with the Crimson Flower must’ve been hard for them.

Sebek says he was surprised when they told them to “go on ahead”, but those pure, strong words were his encouragement. It wouldn’t have been easy to exterminate the Crimson Flower with just two humans. Jamil agrees. It was very difficult with just the two of them. But, for the sake of everyone, he had to attract the Crimson Flowers no matter what happened to him. Isn’t that right, Ruggie? Ruggie says yes. They put their lives on the line for their friends.

Sebek is pleased with their determination. It’s worthy of respect. Silver adds that they display great courage. He has to follow their example. Jamil tells them to do so by all means. Ruggie sighs. He says he can’t tell the truth in front of Silver and Sebek, or Riddle and the others who are happy. They sacrificed the boys from NBC, and managed to escape until the very end. Jamil says that why he told him it was a strategy only they could do. Ruggie laughs. Jamil trusts him~. This time, he got a better perception of Jamil. Ruggie always believed he got the short end of the stick, but when he does it, he gets it done. This time, Ruggie says he saved.

Jamil feels like there’s a hidden meaning to Riggie’s compliments. Ruggie says it’s like so like each other. He couldn’t be happy if Jamil praised him. Silver calls out to them both. Jamil asks what is it, and why Silver is sneaking up on him with Sebek. Sebek says he talked it over with Silver, and they want to praise the achievements of Jamil and Ruggie by throwing them in the air. Jamile and Ruggie are stunned. Ruggie says they don’t need to do that. Besides, they wont gain anything by doing so. Silver says that according to Lilia, the ritual to honor those who have courage is to throw them into the air. Sebek says they should follow Lilia’s teachings, and work hard like Jamil-senpai.

Jamil mutters that he doesn’t want to stand out by being embarrassed like that. Riggie says that for them, they have supported Malleus until the end. He wants to work with Silver and Sebek. Silver thanks them, and promises to get with them later. But first—.

Silver is interrupted by Grim, who loudly chimes in that if they’re going to be throwing anyone in the air, it’s going to be him. Silver is relieved to see them safe. Grim says that since he was very active, Yuu didn’t get a chance to shine. Sebek sneers. How boastful. He doesn’t know anything about that. Didn’t Yuu really help him? Grim takes offense. Not only did he protect his henchman, but also Trein! Isn’t that right, Yuu. I had Yuu answer with “I guess so”, so we could keep teasing Grim. The other option has Yuu say Grim did a great job. Anyways, having been exposed, Grim admits that Yuu helped him out a little…that cheeky brat.

Silver asks about Professor Trein as he cannot see him anywhere. What if something happened to him? A voice responds that Trein is still taking a rest. It’s Malleus. He informs that Trein is occupied with his post treatment. His back still hurts, so he still be resting for a while. Idia envies him. He still wanted to sleep in his room. Azul realizes they were the last to arrive. He thanks everyone for waiting for them.

Sebek asks Malleus if he had a good rest. Malleus replies yes. Thanks to his rest, he was able to replenish his strength, and magical power completely. Jamil is surprised to learn Malleus’s strength has recovered in only a day. He’s amazed by his tremendous magical power, and fast recovery.

Deuce calls out to Azul. As promised, he taught Rollo Flamme a lesson. Azul says as per the contract, he’s delivered an exceptional blow. Azul tells Deuce they should have fun tonight. He’ll see him later. As Azul starts walking away, Deuce calls out to him again in a panic. He tells Azul to return his unique magic. Azul stops in his tracks, laughing. He tells Deuce he was only kidding. He pulls out Deuce’s contract, and rips it apart saying the contract had been nullified. Deuce is relieved. He wasn’t sure what to do if he didn’t get his unique magic. Azul says he shouldn’t think like that. He warns Deuce that if he isn’t more cautious, he might not get it back sooner or later. The world isn’t full of merciful men like himself. Azul tells Deuce to be careful when signing a contract with someone in the future. Deuce promises to be careful. Azul adds that Deuce needs to learn to doubt others a little more. Of course, Azul says he’s a senpai Deuce can trust. So, feel free to sign a contract with him. Deuce has his doubts, but Azul did just return his magical power to him… Riddle warns Deuce that Azul is fooling him.

Rook approaches Idia and tells him he knew he would ring the Bell of Salvation because he was so kind and brave. They should enjoy the ball to the fullest! Idia replies that won’t be necessary. He’s finished saying his greetings, so he’ll be going back to his room. However, Sebek tells the human to wait. He asked Malleus how he performed. Didn’t he preach the truth to Rollo Flamme, and admonish him? Even a perverse and irritating person like Idia can sometimes say the right thing! Idia comments that it’s a complete diss disguised as praise. That’s fine, though. He wants to be left alone.

Sebek says they’re not rude people who disrespect those that deserve credit. Silver adds it’s good to be modest, but Idia shouldn’t be so reserved. Achievements must be praised. Ruggie interjects, saying that they should be tossing him up in the air. Sebek agrees. He says good things for a human! Idia is freaking out. Throw him!? On the main street of another school!? He absolutely hates it! Silver tells Sebek they should do it. He tells Sebek to grab the feet. Idia screams at them to stop.

Malleus says they can lift Idia into the air later. They should head to the ball before Trein wakes up. In Trein’s point of view, it’s not possible to go all out in favor of holding the ball after a major incident. However, Trein is a man who respects manners. Once it starts, he won’t stop the ball that everyone is enjoying. Deuce comments that the ball is usually held in the large auditorium. The chandelier fell in there, and the hall is full of withered flowers. Can they really host a ball?

Suddenly, Chenya’s floating head appears. He tells Deuce not to worry. Seeing his floating head, Deuce and Grim scream. Riddle chastises Chenya telling him not to scare everyone like that. Chenya fully reveals himself, and tells Riddle he’s free to appear however he wants to. Neige also approaches them and wishes Night Raven College a good evening. As always, Neige’s number one fan gets emotional. Rook is relieved to see Roi du Neige with Chenya as he slowly walks over to Epel… As always, he is light crimson in color… Rook is relieved that Neige is healthy.

Anyways, Neige is glad everyone is safe. He was really, really worried! He tells everyone to enjoy the ball. Oh! They have to get dressed first. Epel remains quiet as do everyone else. Neige takes notice of their expressions, and says they have such dark expressions. He asks what’s wrong. Do they hurt somewhere? Azul says that’s not it. They were just discussing about whether the ball can be held safely due to the tragedy in the auditorium.

Chenya assures it’s okay, because he cleaned up everything. Riddle asks who “he” is. Chenya says he is him. Not that guy, or this guy. Just that guy. Neige tells Chenya he’s being rude. Neige explains that Rollo Flamme cleaned up the venue. The NRC boys are shocked. Chenya confirms it, saying when he looked into the auditorium earlier, Rollo was in there cleaning. Neige says they tried helping, but they were told to go rest. This was the role of the host school.

Malleus asks if Rollo was alone. Chenya says yes. Such a large venue would be hard to clean up with just one person, that funny guy. Neige says that people from the same school were also told to rest since they were tired. Together with everyone, he helped them out. He’s really a nice guy. Azul tells Neige he’s right. The honesty of Royal Sword Academy is also nice. Neige is thrilled to be praised, and thanks Azul. Idia mutters that Neige is so thrilled with that shady compliment, and just rolled with it.

Neige says he’ll see them all at the ball. It was so nice that they were able help each other out this time! Epel says they are also grateful. Thanks to him, they were saved. Neige hopes they can do their best together in their schools on Sage’s Island from now on. Chenya tells them all he’ll see them later, and vanishes with a hum.

After a pause, Idia comments that Rollo repaired the venue by himself. No one asked him to do that. He’s absolutely doing unnecessary things. Malleus wonders why he’s trying to go through hardships alone. Is he trying to atone for his sins? Azul presumes Rollo may not have wanted to borrow the help of “magicians”. It must’ve been difficult to walk with all of those injuries. He’s usually a vain person.

Suddenly the bell rings. Malleus says it’s tolling the night. The ball is about to begin. They should head to the venue.

Noble Bell College - Lecture Hall

The newly restored hall is sparkling, with bustling with laughter and conversations from other students. The NRC boys are excited to be at the masquerade ball. Malleus comments that they’re back in the beautiful, old auditorium. Rook says he can feel the freshness in the air, including the magnificence. Grim says there are a lot of guys in snazzy clothes like them. Of course, the coolest one is him! I made Yuu say it’s perfect for the ball. The other option has Yuu tell Grim his mask suits him.

Malleus tells Yuu that he thought so yesterday, but Yuu’s atmosphere changes when they wear a mask. They look good, too. Azul wants to market his face to other people in the school, but they are in dress code. Idia says the mask is the best. Thanks to it, he can barely exist at the ball where people gather. Jamil asks if one mask covering the eyes really change someone that much. Malleus says when he sees them all wearing masks, he recalls about the day before Upside-Down festival where they danced with the masks, too. Azul remembers they wore the masks to hide their true identity. The festival feels like it was a long time ago. Malleus says it was a long night, so it’s not unreasonable.

Idia sighs. He’s done his best, and wishes there were no more off-line parties. Suddenly, a student bumps into Idia. NBC student A apologizes to him. Idia nervously tells him not to worry. Another student, A, greets him, and says it’s a nice evening. Student B says they don’t know who it is, but those that overcome a harsh night, he hopes they can all have fun tonight! Idia cries that it’s overflowing with sparkling normies~~!

Silver says everyone present is a smile NRC protected. Riddle says it looks like it will be a nice ball. Just looking at the scene makes him feel like his hard work is being rewarded. Ruggie says that rice was also prepared, so there isn’t more to say. Jamil says if they wear a mask, they won’t be able to be recognized. They’ll dance, eat, and enjoy in moderation.

A bell chimes and Grim wonders what that is. The VP and Assistant of NBC’s student council appear. They thank everyone for gathering. First, they would like to give a message from the student council president who organized “The 1st Gathering of Future Magicians”. Rollo steps forward, and greets everyone. First, Rollo would like to explain that this unexpected accident caused concern and inconvenience to everyone. But, now that they have all overcome this disaster. Rollo believes that the bond between magicians of the future has become stronger and more secure.

Sebek can’t believe he’s saying something so calmly in front of everyone. He’s shameless! Azul says it’s willpower to splendidly give praise. He adds that his heart would be raging in anger and guilt to be able to say such things while hiding the fact. Idia agrees. Only guts and courage are great, it’s almost scary.

Rollo continues by saying these people scrambled to solve this unofficial situation. The students of Night Raven College. The spotlight shines on the boys taking them by surprise. Except for Grim who’s basking in the attention. Rollo tells everyone to give them a round of applause. An NBC student points over to the boys saying that they’re the group who saved the City of Flowers. Another student says they’ve memorized their aura, and asks to dance later. The RSA students thank NRC for their help.

Idia is shocked that their identities were revealed. There was no point in wearing a mask! Idia wonders if this is Rollo’s retaliation for his defeat. Riddle tells Idia he’s the only one who feels that way when they are praised. Jamil says it’s nothing out of the ordinary, but as the student council president, it’s the natural thing to say and do.

Azul says the schedule was a little out of order, but it’s okay. It saves him the trouble. Grim asks what trouble? What is he talking about? Azul calls out to Rollo. Rollo recognizes the housewarden, and is a bit bothered. Azul thanks him for his kind words. Since it’s a big deal, why don’t they talk for a little? Rollo says he doesn’t have time for them.

The assistant laughs and says President Rollo is strict about time. The VP asks if they are the members of Night Raven College who worked with the president. It’s a good opportunity to confirm their bond. He asks them to follow. Azul thanks them for understanding! Azul tells Malleus to go to the top of the stage where Rollo is. It’s time to show off the “thing” they have prepared. It’s important to grasp everything, so Azul asks that he please decide. Malleus says of course, he knows.

To be continued…

[artzychic27]

Sneak peak of Lethe?

One 'Miraculous Ladybug!' later and everything was restored. By that time, Jean had already sung a quarter of the songs from Hamilton, leaving the poor demiboy nearly out of breath and dramatically gasping for water as Denise carried them out of the auditorium.

"Water! Please!" They let out a weak cough. "I need water!" Denise rolled their eyes.

"Jean, you're not dying," they simpered while tussling his hair. "I've seen you sing more songs from that show with no breaks, and besides, all that rapping is good practice for when you end up performing Hamilton or Starlight Express on Broadway."

Aurore smacked her forehead. "Damn! We should've sang AC/DC! That song is my fucking anthem!"

"Language, Aurore," Mendeleieve chastised, but she had just the faintest smile. Aurore sheepishly apologized.

"Now let's be real," Ismael started, sounding serious. "And I think we can all agree that I would make an amazing Elektra." Reshma smiled and tussled the shorter boy's hair, earning herself a pout. "What? I've certainly got the passion for it!"

"Yes, but I can change my voice's frequency," Marc retorted before clearing his voice and singing a line from the aforementioned character's introduction song in the same voice, "AC/DC, it's okay by me. I can switch and change my frequency." This earns him some applause (Reluctantly from Ismael) and a look of amazement from Nathaniel.

"Rainbow, why don't you sing around me like that?"

Marc grinned cheekily. "Because you never asked." Seeing the redhead was pouting, trying to look upset, the writer kissed him. This immediately broke Nathaniel's facade and caused a sweet smile to grace his face. "That's better," Marc crooned.

"God, that was close!"

The students and teacher turned to the front of the school, and making their way into the restored courtyard was none other than Mme. Bustier's students, followed by a few other students who were caught in the middle of the Akuma attack. By the sound of it, they were talking about the Akuma battle- How they nearly had gotten hit by the Akuma a number of times and what it was like helping Ladybug and Chat Noir during some moments. Alya seemed like she was going to faint when she mentioned how she got to hold Ladybug's yoyo.

'Seems like they didn't even notice you weren't there.'

"Nino, I might leave you for her!"

"I'm glad we all managed to stay together!" Rose cheered while pulling Juleka and Ivan in for hugs.

Kim chuckled. "Yeah, too bad we lost Mari and Adrien, though," he sighed. "Hope they're okay."

'Wow, they really didn't notice you were gone.'

Nathaniel honestly didn't know what he was expecting when he would run into his classmates after Ladybug's Miracle Cure. Maybe a short string of apologies for leaving him behind when they realized it during the Akuma attack, promising they would make it up to him or definitely them being clueless for a bit until he mentioned that they had left him and only noticed Marinette and Adrien were gone followed by some awkward apologies. He didn't think the second one would hurt as much, but the redhead could feel the happiness he felt just moments ago diminishing with each smile and laugh his friends shared with each other... Without him.

Marc pulled Nathaniel close to his chest and began stroking his hair, seeing as that would calm him down when he was having one of those days. "School's almost over. Do you wanna head home?" Nathaniel seems hesitant for a moment, but Mendeleieve reassures him that it's okay.

"I'll write you two notes." What that, the two bid the class goodbye and made their way through the small crowd of students making their way into the school, careful to avoid Nathaniel's classmates.

"Mari, there you are!" Alya cheered as the bluenette rushed over to her friends. "We've been looking all over for you, girl!"

Noticing that Nathaniel was slowing down a bit with each comment from his classmates, Marc took to carrying him the rest of the way out. "It's okay, we're almost there."

"Dude, I was worried as hell!"

"Yeah, we tried calling you."

"Good thing we all made it out."

'So they do call to check on each other. What does that say about you?'

'I'll tell you. You're nothing to them.'

"... You okay?"

'Why else would they leave your sorry self behind so many times?'

"Okay?... Nath?"

'It's so they don't have to put up with you, be forced to wait as you try to catch up with them.'

Nathaniel blinked a few times as he was brought out of his headspace. Slowly, he became aware that he was outside and in Marc's arms, causing his face to turn scarlet. "Are you okay, Nath?" Marc gently asked.

"Y-yeah. I'm fine, Rainbow," he said while Marc begins to set him down. "Just need to go home, n-now."

Marc frowned as he watched his boyfriend leave. He knows it's best on some occasions to give Nathaniel his space when he gets like this, but as rare as it is for Hawkmoth to strike twice in one day, it can still happen. So, pushing down any uncertainty, Marc runs after the redhead, taking his hand before saying, "Just in case Hawkmoth decides to try again." Nathaniel doesn't say anything, only giving him a kind smile before continuing his way home.

[summerbummin]

MY BOI ASH DID IT!!! I’m so emotional all. The finale was amazing you can really see where all the budget went lol. That animation was so clean!!

There was sm about that battle I loved. Like you could really see Leon’s smarts with Cinderace’s Liberian ability, Dragapult’s dragon tail, and esp with him swiping Ash’s counter shield tactic. I really liked that part because you could see he was learning and growing just like Ash, not stagnant at the top.

I’m glad Dragonite got some time to shine and showed off how powerful she was, because in previous battles she kept losing. Dracovish got a new power upgrade with the spike traps and Sir Fetch’d riding his shield was so cool. Gengar’s cursed body ability was shown just like Leon’s Cinderace’s Libero. And mega Lucario showing off his aura power!!

All of Ash’s pokemon got time to shine but especially Pikachu, demonstrating he’s Ash’s ace and most important pokemon. Not Lucario, not Greninja, no Pikachu is Ash’s strongest pokemon as it should be.

Ofc it was super cool we could see a z move, mega evolution, and double gigantimax in one battle! I’m glad we got to see two of the galar starter’s gigantimax forms animated. It’s a pity we didn’t get to see intellion’s but maybe Goh will do that later.

But my very fav parts were the shots of Ash’s old friends cheering him on and when Pikachu fell he saw all Ash’s other pokemon cheering him on and got super charged by the power of friendship. And after he won Ash caught him before he hit the ground it was so sweet 🥺🥺

Also that shot after Leon threw his hat showing it on the ground when Leon lost was chefs kiss. And Cynthia and Diantha saying that after watching that they were in the mood for a battle aaahh!! And I loved Ash’s pokemon helping him lift that heavy ass trophy it was so wholesome. I will say it once again: MY BOI DID IT!!

It was a perfect finale and honestly I can’t see how Ash is gonna top that. So it might be the end of the pokemon anime, or at least the end of Ash being the protag, but it would be an amazing ending if so. Tbh the only way I could see Ash continuing without it feeling stagnant is if him and Goh get dropped in past Hisui and Ash works his way up to battling Arceus while Goh helps build the first pokedex.

[ghostlight-express]

Alright y'all, so I have this OC named Brim.

She's an immortal demigod who starts an organization called The Paradox Society that is basically like Men in Black but instead of aliens it's supernatural/fantasy type beings.

Well I'm finally making a Pokémon AU for her so I've got fresh rambles.

So Brim is born in whatever the Pokemon equivalent of Pompeii is, but she’s not a demigod she’s just human, and instead of being kidnapped & sacrificed by a cult, she gets sucked into an Ultra Wormhole that leaves her in Galar a few hundred years later. Unlike most other fallers she doesn’t lose her memory, but the energy from the wormhole makes her immortal and also makes some of her hair white (don’t ask me why, in her original story her godly parent is the god of Time and when Brim is sacrificed by a cult the god steps in & blesses Brim with immortality, said god appears as having white hair & bestows this blessing by kissing Brim’s forehead thus turning her bangs white, idk how to translate this to Pokemon other than “the wormhole does weird shit”). She seeks out other fallers, as well as any information about the wormholes she can find.

Eventually she meets Matéo, the only other immortal faller she’s come across (originally Matéo is a fae child who was swapped with a human child) although he does have the usual amnesia. Together (along with other help) they start The Paradox Society, a group investigating these odd “rifts” and the people that come from them.

Of course, Brim and Matéo end up coming to Hisui to investigate the rift over Mt. Coronet, as well as talk to Ingo (and Rena once Arceus dumps her in Hisui as the PL:A player character). They find Volo to be unsettling and suspicious and keep an eye on him as well.

In more current times, once Interpol starts investigating the Ultra Wormholes, TPS kinda butts heads with them a bit. You know how on cop shows there’s issues when one agency is investigating something but it turns out another agency already has someone undercover & it causes issues? It’s like that. InterPol agents unknowingly investigating TPS agents and vice versa (except TPS is technically a private organization instead of government so that just adds to the tension between them).

Brim’s current team consists of:

Lucien (shiny Ninetales; Brim had a Vulpix named Ardere before going through the wormhole & it, as an evolved Ninetales, found her not long after she landed in Galar. Lucien hatched from an egg that Ardere laid one day. The ace of the team.)

Cassandra (Gardevoir; one of a few she’s had over the years)

Salem (Delphox; caught as a Braixen during a mission in Kalos)

Niveus (Galarian Darmanitan; the first pokemon Brim adopted after landing in Galar was a Galarian Darumaka. She’s had a few, including non-Galarian ones, over the years.)

Ruflus (Rotom; this Rotom has randomly shown up at various times through Brim's life, the first time having been just before she was sucked into an Ultra Wormhole. After a couple thousand years, she finally managed to catch it. She only uses it for casual trainer battles.)

Demutavi (Porygon-Z; Brim adopted a Porygon she found in a Space-Time rift in Hisui. It's become erratic ever since she exposed it to a Dubious Disc, so she rarely uses it in battles.)

Lemura (Hisuian Zoroark; Brim adopted a Zorua during her time in Hisui. She never uses it in battle anymore unless she has no other choice, but if she leaves it at home it gets upset with her.)

Brim’s Hisuian team consisted of:

Lucien (shiny Vulpix; the same one that evolves into her current Ninetales)

Cassandra (Gardevoir; not the same one on her current team, also not Hisuian)

Niveus (Galarian Darumaka; not the same one on her current team)

Demutavi (Porygon; the same one that evolves into her current Porygon-Z)

Lemura (Hisuian Zorua; the same one that evolves into her current Zoroark. Quickly becomes her ace.)

Acer (Sneasler; adopted in Hisui for extra protection against aggressive pokemon)

Brim tends to give pokemon of the same species the same name (i.e every Ralts/Kurlia/Gardevoir is Cassandra or Tiresias, every Galarian Darumaka/Darmanitan is Niveus, etc.). The only exception is Vulpix/Ninetales. The first one she had was named Ardere, then the egg from Ardere hatched into Pueri, then Pueri left an egg that hatched into Lucien.

Matéo doesn't battle as much as Brim. He currently just has Perrosa (Granbull, one of a few he's had over the years), Brujita (Mimikyu, one of a couple he's had over the years), and Carmelita (Sprigatito, one of several he's had over the years). He doesn't purposely choose female pokemon but somehow every pokemon he's adopted/caught has been female.

Back in Hisui, Matéo has an Alakazam, Sprigatito, Hisuian Goodra, and a Cleffa that hatched from an egg he found.

Matéo gives every Pokémon it's own nickname & tries not to repeat any.

Most TPS Agents that I put in this AU will probably be fallers, since most of them in the original story are parahumans & other humanoid but not human beings. Aesa originally is a parahuman, & she joins TPS to find out what happened to her family (her parents & siblings were agents that disappeared one day) but in this AU I think it would make more sense that she isn't a faller, but saw her family get sucked into an ultra wormhole. In TPS she has fire abilities that heal & her codename is "Faerie Fire", so in this AU she's going to have fairy and fire type pokemon lol

[pies-writes-and-more]

ex-boyfriends are a pain

Warnings: ex boyfriend being a dick, referred to as Asshole, some swearing

Pairings: Sugawara Kōshi, Ushijima Wakatoshi, & Bokuto Kōtarō all with a Fem!Reader

A/N: this was originally written for @thisnoodlewritesao3 because ex-boyfriends can suck shit but how much do you wanna bet that the Haikyuu boys would have your back no matter what? Kinda threw this together so I hope you guys enjoy!

haikyuu masterlist

Sugawara knew you could fight like the rest of them. Hell, it was the first time you fought with Tanaka that made him go wow okay I need to hang out with Y/N more.

You could be so feisty when you wanted, so sweet other times. It all depended on your mood. So when he saw your ex-boyfriend walking your way, Sugawara watched your body language first. Did you seem like you wanted to deal with this on your own? Or did you want some help? He never wanted you to feel like he wouldn’t let you fight your own battles, though this was a little harder knowing that this Asshole had hurt you for so long.

Sugawara wanted nothing more than to make the guy hurt like he had hurt you... but no, he restrained himself for a moment, Daichi also watching as if ready to back up his best friend if he got himself into a scuffle.

Maybe if Asshole hadn’t caught you off guard and in the middle of your thoughts, you would’ve been fine, but instead he had grabbed you and dragged you off to some secluded hallway.

“The hell are you doing?” You glared at him, trying to wiggle your arm from him. Your eyes frantically searching for anyone or anything to help get you out of this situation as he pulled you away.

“We need to talk,” Asshole huffed, standing a little too close for comfort. “You’ve been ignoring my calls and my texts and now what? You’ve blocked me?”

Your insides turned uncomfortably, shifting your weight as you tried to find a way to at least step away from him a bit, “We’re not together anymore, there’s nothing that needs to be said-”

“Y/N! Daichi’s looking for you!” Sugawara’s voice was a welcome surprise. Your eyes shot over to where he was standing, his hands on his hips and a smile on his face that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He knew. You could tell he knew how uneasy you were just because his eyes met yours and his head tilted slightly as if to ask want me to kill him?

“She’s busy,” Asshole grumbled, not even bothering to look up from your eyes at him.

Sugawara didn’t move. For a moment he just stood there with his fake smile on before walking closer and pushing the guy away from you gently, “Hey! You look real familiar,” Sugawara beamed up at him, holding his chin as if in thought. “Have we met before?”

“No?” Asshole just glared at him and then his glare turned to you, “Who the fuck is this? Your new boyfriend?”

“Aha! Boyfriend! You kinda look like that crazy EX-boyfriend that Y/N used to have. Now that was one weird dude. Imagine leaving your girlfriend at some restaurant cause you got caught up with your friends and forgot about your anniversary,” Sugawara’s forced a laugh, flopping his arm around your shoulders playfully. “Thank god you got rid of that guy right?”

Even you had to question whether or not Sugawara was being funny or serious. He definitely knew this guy was that ex-boyfriend... didn’t he?

Asshole just huffed, standing up straighter and puffing out his chest slightly just to exaggerate that he was, in fact, taller than Suga.

“It’s funny. It was after that breakup that the Karasuno High School Volleyball team vowed to never let Y/N get hurt ever again.” Suga’s eyes drifted over to where Asahi was just slightly in view, standing tall as ever.

It would only work since Asshole had no clue who Asahi was, and couldn’t see that the muscle-y third year was almost in a panic attack over the upcoming game. All Asshole saw when he followed Sugawara’s gaze was the scary tall third year that everyone seemed to gossip about at every game. Your ex turned back to Suga, as if thinking that would be any better.

From the half of Suga’s face that you could see, it was really not something you’d want to be in front of. Suga could get really scary if he wanted and you imagined that right now, Asshole was experiencing just that.

Your ex grumbled something about “not being worth it” and turned on his heel, rushing away from you two.

You felt a breath leave your chest almost immediately, your heart pounding against your ribcage, “God Suga, thank you so much,” you smiled weakly up at him, quickly wrapping your arms around him and giving him a tight squeeze.

“Anytime love,” he smiled, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “You know, I don’t like to toot my own horn, but I’d say you upgraded big time,” he smirked, tapping your nose lovingly.

You laughed and smiled up at him, touching his cheek gently and stroking your thumb along his skin as you admired his expression, “Absolutely. 100% upgrade. Would never even dream of going back.”

“Good,” Suga grinned, holding your hand against his face for just a moment longer, “cause I’m not letting you leave me that easily.”

Ushijima remembered your ex boyfriend, but not in any physical way. He couldn’t remember what the guy looked like - how tall he was, or what colour his hair was. But what he did remember is how you looked after every argument you had with the guy. 

More often than not, you’d come over to Ushijima’s place or Tendō’s after yet another argument, tears streaking down your face and your whole body just crumbling into one of their hugs.

Ushijima had hated seeing you like that and he would hold you for as long as you wanted.

It was after one really bad fight with that guy that Ushijima told himself that he would confess to you eventually. He knew you deserved all the love in the world, and the only way to guarantee you’d be getting it is if he took it into his own hands.

You were far too good for him, but he knew he loved you enough to try.

Maybe he should’ve gone back and looked into what this guy looked like. That probably would’ve helped him in this situation.

“-you think I don’t know that you were trying to steal my girl this whole time?” a guy was yelling, up in Ushijima’s face (as much as you can be in a guy’s face who’s a few inches taller than you). “I should’ve known you two would get together after the way she was constantly talking about you.”

Maybe it should’ve clicked in Ushijima’s head that the guy who was angrily attacking him in the almost empty gym was your ex-boyfriend, but instead, Ushijima kept glancing around him to see if there was someone else that the guy was yelling at.

“What the hell are you looking for? She’s not gonna come save you or anything. I thought you were supposed to be some big man - ace of the volleyball team. What are you scared or something?” your ex cackled, hands on his hips all proud-like.

Ushijima finally caught on that this guy was talking to him, a frown on his face, “I’m sorry but do I know you?”

It hadn’t meant to be a question with any sort of malice to it, but the guy seemed so dejected hearing it. Here he had come all this way, built up all this courage to confront Ushijima Wakatoshi for stealing his girlfriend... and the guy didn’t even know who he was.

“I’m Y/N’s ex boyfriend,” the guy glared up at him, getting angrier.

“Oh.” Ushijima nodded to himself slightly, now remembering the guy’s face and starting to walk past him.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

“What’s there to talk about?” Ushijima asked, still walking ahead. “Maybe if you hadn’t been such a self-absorbed egotistical idiot you would still have her. But you don’t. Someone was bound to come and show her what she actually deserves.”

You hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but had just been about to come into the gym to make sure Ushijima was ready to walk home. Your fingers trembled a little hearing your ex’s voice and just how angry he sounded. You were annoyed, you were angry. you wanted to go in there and punch the guy in the face. How dare he act like you were some item to be stolen - you chose Ushijima. You loved Ushijima. There wasn’t anything to steal - you were his and he was yours and there was nothing about your ex in it at all.

But you couldn’t deny that you loved hearing Ushijima’s flat and blunt tone cut through all of your ex’s defenses. He stood there a stuttering mess, coming up with excuses after excuses as to why he hadn’t been a better boyfriend (news flash man, you were just an ass), even while Ushijima started to exit the gym.

“Oh. Y/N. You’re here,” Ushijima’s stoic face broke into a smile as he found you, immediately leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead and taking your hand.

“Have an unexpected visitor?” You point out, glancing into the gym to see your ex getting all riled up some more.

“Nothing worth our time. Come on, let me walk you home,” he said, taking your bag from you like he always did and leading you home.

You knew Ushijijma could’ve cut your ex down to pieces if he needed to, the ace of Shiratorizawa could be very scary when he was angry. But evidently, your ex didn’t seem to be worth the time and the thought of that made you very happy. Ushijima was right after all, that Asshole was not worth either of your free times and he certainly wasn’t worth getting into a fight with.

Still, Ushijima seemed to watch you carefully to make sure you weren’t upset that your ex had come by. He bought you extra snacks at the shop the two of you stopped at on your way home and listened intently to all the things you wanted to talk about while the two of you ventured onwards.

“Thank you, Ushijima,” you smiled at him as you got to your door.

He nodded, “I like walking you home, no thanks needed.”

“No, thank you for... saying what you did to that Asshole back at the gym,” you weren’t really sure what you were thanking him for, but just felt like it needed thanking.

The boy just smiled at you and pressed a kiss to your cheek as he handed you your bag, “You are worth 10 of him, Y/N. I won’t waste my chance with you like he did.”

You beamed hearing this, wrapping him into a hug before disappearing into your house and waving to him from the window. 

Later Tendō would point out that he would’ve kicked held the guy up while Ushijima beat the shit out of him, if Ushijima ever wanted that but the ace just shrugged, “The greatest defeat I can do to him is make Y/N happier than he ever could. And I plan on doing that every day for the rest of my life.”

Bokuto loathed your ex boyfriend. He always proclaimed that if he so ever laid eyes on him, he would spike a volleyball into the guy’s face.

Now was his opportunity.

You had been working with the managers of the volleyball team to help set everything up before one of the tournament games, just filling up water bottles and bringing them to the court. You weren’t sure how or why your ex had followed you onto the court but he did.

“Y/N,” he called you from behind you, grabbing onto your wrist to keep you from rushing off.

Your eyes widened as you realized who it was, frowning and pulling your arm away from him almost immediately, “What the hell are you doing here?” You asked with a glare.

“We need to talk - I don’t like this new guy you’re dating. He’s an idiot.” Asshole huffed, shooting a thumb in the direction of Bokuto who was currently getting ready to practice spiking.

“Who I date is none of your business. You should get out of here before he realizes you’re here-” you tried to warn him. Really you did.

There was always a deafening sound whenever one of Bokuto’s blocks hit the floor - the kind that sent shivers down your spine. But hearing it land so close to you, right behind where your ex was standing, made you actually jump, your eyes watching as the ball bounced off and rolled further away down the gym. You and your ex both froze, staring as you watched the ball disappear, a ringing left in the air from the powerful spike.

Both of you turned to see who had almost attacked Asshole, finding Bokuto standing there with his arms crossed against his chest. Even Akaashi was glaring at your ex, chin tilted up in a defiant sort of way.

“Next one,” Bokuto pointed straight at your ex, a firm look in his eyes, “I aim for that ugly mug of yours.”

You could feel your ex tense up, fists balling up angrily at his sides. He opened his mouth to say something, but Akaashi quickly cut him off, “You should leave. Our ace doesn’t get angry often, but when he does, he doesn’t hold back on spiking power. Besides, if you want to talk to our Y/N when she doesn’t want to talk to you, you’ll have to go through all of us.” He motioned to the rest of the team, all of whom were glaring in Asshole’s direction.

You couldn’t help but smile. How lucky were you to have found a family like this - one who were so willing to stop their practice before a game just to make sure you were comfortable. 

Asshole soon stormed off and you sent a smirk over to Bokuto who just sent you a grin, “Did you see that crazy spike?” He asked excitedly as you came over to press a kiss to his cheek.

“I did. If that had hit me, I would’ve died,” you teased, poking his chest.

“I would never hit you! I am an expert with aiming!”

“Didn’t you hit her like last week with a stray receive, Bokuto?” 

“AKAASHI NOT NOW!”

You laughed, watching as Bokuto frantically waved his arms to his best friend, insisting that that was an accident and he really was very good at aiming. 

“Thanks for getting him out of here,” you smiled up at your boyfriend, giving him a tight squeeze before glancing at the ref who was setting up for the game. “I should head up to the stands. You better get all fired up for me okay?”

“Anything for you, babe. I figured actually hitting him would’ve just made him angrier.” He laughed, pecking your lips. “Cheer extra loud for me!” He called after you, jumping up and down to warm up his calves.

“You ready, Bokuto?” Akaashi asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bokuto nodded, grinning to himself as he thought about how perfect that spike was, “I’m all fired up thanks to the prettiest girl in the world. Let’s do this!”

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