#and then here we have this dork Ace

[alexa-fika]

yooo! What’s up?? Anyways I wanted to request a whitebeard pirates and child reader ff, so basically reader is very prone to Injuries and is quite clumsy, and one day when everyone was having lunch at mass, and then they accidentally stab themself with a fork or knife and end up causing a very deep and bloody injury, and everything after that is left to you :) it’s just so amusing for me to imagine the whitebeard pirates all worried and scared, and maybe at the end pops ends up comforting redder? Anyways love your works!

Forks and Dorks (Whitebeard pirates x gn!reader)

A/N I Dedicate this to you Holo and the anon who believed in me and my Adhd ass to finish my homework ✊🏽. I did it guys! And as you have wished it Anon here we have more Whitebeard pirates!

reader here is Replaced by Dokucha which stands for reader in japaness

Dividers by @/drinkthesky and @/firefly-graphics

“There There,” Ace sighed, picking up the crying child in his arms.

“Did you run too fast?”

“I -I “

“Hey, Hey, breath for okay? Can you remind me how you take deep breaths?”

“Y-you smell the flowers,” they sniffled, taking a deep inhale from their nose.

“And you blow the candles,” they finished as they blew out the air harshly.

“Good, that’s good. Now, how about you do it again gently? You blow any harder, and I’m gonna fly away,” he spoke as he walked out of the Deck and towards the mess hall.

“No!” They let out a teary giggle at his words

“You did! Almost went flying off the ship!”

“No, you didn’t,” they laughed, their previous incident long forgotten in their brother’s playful teasing.

“Oh? Are you being Mean to your big brother, Dokucha?” Another voice piped in

“No!”

“They are! Almost blew me off the Deck. I asked them to blow the candles, and the little rascal looked like they were trying to blow out a bonfire.”

“How mean, Dokucha!” Thatch gasped, joining in on the teasing of the small child

“You’re mean!” Dokucha accused instead

“Well, I guess I must live up to the title then,” Thatch laughed with a mischievous tone as Ace passed them to him and began tickling the child.

“No!!! Aceee-niii save me”

“Nope, you’re on your own,” he called with a grin as he promptly backed away and made his way to serve himself, ignoring the shrieking and laughs leaving the pair.

“Do ya give up pumpkin?”

“I’m Sorry, Thatch-nii, you’re not mean; you’re the best brother ever!!”

“There ya go, I always knew I was your favorite,” he exclaimed with a grin as he placed the small child down, grinning as they turned around to stick their tongue at him.

“Go have a sit, ya rascal; I have to make sure those idiots don’t destroy my kitchen.”

“Okay, Big Brother,” They happily call, climbing their way into a nearby chair as he walked closer to where the rest of his brothers were

“So what was it this time?” He called to Ace as he served him

“Ran over a loose board on the Deck,” He replied, gulping down the food.

“Again?”

“No, last time there was a loose board in the storage room,” Izou piped in.

“Ah”

“Any scratches this time?”

“No, they just got a go-

Ace’s words were quickly cut off as the sound of a familiar scream reverberated across the mess hall, springing all of the brothers into action as they ran toward the source of the scream; Thatch letting out a cry of his own as he spotted what was wrong.

Somehow, the young child had managed to impale themselves with one of the many forks that lined the long tables, blood already pooling beneath them as droplets of blood fell down to their elbows and falling to the floor in a terrifying but rhythmic fashion.

“Somebody get Marco!” Izou called, his commanding voice causing his crewmates to spring into action shortly after returning with a worried Marco in tow

“Here, let me have a look at the,” Marco hurriedly called to Thatch, who by now had taken the child and kneeled on the ground with them, attempting to stop the bleeding and whispering comforting words to Dokucha.

“Hey, I need to take this out; I will be really quick.”

“Is-I -is it g-go-gonna -hurt?” they hiccuped, words close to incomprehensible among their cries

“Yes, but just for a second. I just need to take it out so I can heal it,” he assured them as he took hold of the handle and prepared his flames.

He threw a smile their way as he quickly pulled the fork from their hand and replaced it with his own hand, flames spreading to the small child’s hand.

“And all done, see good as new,” he calls, waving their hand around to prove their statement.

“Ah! It’s gone!” they exclaimed, marveling at their brother’s powers, only to frown as they looked down.

“Wah, Thatch-nii, I’m sorry I made a mess again,” they cried.

“Don’t worry about that muchkin, accidents happen; what I do want to know is how in tarnation you managed to get a fork in your hand,” he questioned

“I was just trying to play Saber-nii’s game.”

Ace tilts his head at this, a confused look growing on his face.

“What kind of game is it that would end up with a fork in your hand?”

“Ah, I saw Saber-nii do it with a knife, but I only had a fork; you have to put the fork in between your fingers and then go really fast!” they exclaimed, gesturing to the movement they were supposed to be doing and ending their explanation with a smile

“I got to do it really fast! Ah, Ace-nii? Why does your face look scary?”

“Don’t worry about it, fire-cracker; I just remembered I have to do something real quick,” he replied with a tight smile and took his leave.

They turned towards Thatch and Marco, who had similar annoyed looks on their faces.

“Where is Ace-nii going? Is he going on the striker? I want to go!” they exclaimed, jumping down from Marco’s hold and running toward the second commander.

“Not so fast,” Marco calls, easily taking hold of them again.

“Ace just needs to talk to Saber about something; he will be back soon, and I’m sure afterward he can give you a ride in the striker,” Thatch assured them.

“Really!?”

“I don’t see why not; we can ask him when he comes back, okay? How about you go find Pops and tell him what you were up to? We also need to talk to Saber.”

“Okay!”

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“And then I came here!” they exclaimed, finishing their story with a smile.

“I bet you cried like a baby, didn’t you?”

“I did not! I was really brave!”

“Guhahaha!”

“Don’t laugh, Papaw!” they exclaimed with a pout.

“Fine, Fine; listen, Dokucha,” he called, causing their pout to fall as they looked at him with a slight tilt of their head.

“Don’t repeat what your brothers are doing, alright?”

“Why? My brothers are so cool! I want to be like them!”

“Because they are a bunch of idiots who don’t think before they do something,” he grumbled, downing his drink.

“You’re mean, Papaw; they aren’t idiots! I’m gonna tell Miss Tate you’re drinking again!” they exclaimed, jumping down from him and running toward the clinic.

“You damn brat!”

Get exposed Whitebeard 🤭

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Episode 5 various dorks x reader

Y/N: *surrounded by chaos*

Ace:Y/N PLEASE HELP ME!! WE NEED TO HIDE RIDDLE IS ANGRY AGAIN!

Deuce: We!? You were the one who made him angry!

Grim: I want tunaaaaa!

Y/N:.....💢.....

Floyd:*kicks the door open* Shrimpyyyy!!

*the door falls on the floor*

Azul:Floyd you shouldn't kick the door. The dorm is already old, it could break with your strength.

Floyd:Sorryyy~

Y/N: *stares at the door*....💢💢....

Ruggie:Yo! Prefect! Is Leona here? I can smell him!!! He must be sleeping in your bedroom again!! Oh!

Y/N:....💢💢💢....

Crowley:*appears from nowhere *Oh dear prefect! I'm glad you're here!! I was looking for you! You see there's this event to organize aaand...

Y/N:*grabs Crowley from his collar*...give...me...a....break*whispers*

Crowley:???😀 *confused *I beg your pardon?

Y/N:💢💢💢💢I said ....GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK ALL OF YOU!!💢💢

All of them:*silence*

Y/N:...everyday....since I've been here....YOU DID NOTHING BUT ASK ME ASK ME AND ASK ME TO DO EVERYTHING. I'm not A FUCKING ROBOT IM STRESSED AS FUCK HERE. BUT NOOOO YOU STILL WHINY LIKE FUCKING BABIES.

Ace:Oh god they sound like Riddle

Deuce:Shhhh...

Y/N*looks at Ace and Deuce* YOU TWO DO NOTHING BUT ANGER YOUR DORM LEADER HOW CAN YOU BE SO DUMB!?

Grim:Human calm down.

Y/N:YOU DO NOTHING TO HELP ME BUT DEMANDING TUNA EVERY FUCKING DAY.

Grim;Hiiiiiii*hides behind Ace*

Floyd:hehehe Shrimpy is angry how cute.

Azul:How unprofessional from them.

Y/N:unprofessional you say? YOU BETTER PAY FOR THAT DOOR OR I WILL TURN YOU INTO SUSHI.

Ruggie: *laughs a little*

Y/N:Oh you find this funny Ruggie? Is it funny that you can't keep an eye on your dorm leader and I HAVE TO KICK HIS ROYAL BUTT OUT OF MY BED EVERY SINGLE TIME!?

Crowley:*Tries to go away without being noticed*

Y/N*grabs his shoulder* Don't you even think to run away....

Crowley:But I have my headmaster's duties to fulfill??

Y/N:Dont make me laugh....You are the worst of them all....you give me most of your duties...I HAD TO FIGHT 6 FUCKING OVERBLOTTED STUDENTS WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU!??

Leona:Oi herbivore don't you known how to low your voice? I'm sleeping here. *yawns*

Y/N:.....

Everybody:*start shaking *

Ruggie:*scared for Leona*umh Leona...

Leona:Your bed is already uncomfortable so I would appreciate it if you keep it d-*can't finish the phrase due to a slipper on his face*

Y/N:*the one who throw the slipper with all their forces * THEN SLEEP IN YOUR FUCKING DORM YOU SPOILED LAZY ASS!

Leona:*fainted on the floor*

Y/N:anybody else wants to complain?

Everyone;* shrug their head* Nothing at all Sir/Ma'am.

Y/N:Good....now Y/N L/N,prefect of Ramshackle dorm will take a fucking nap. Deal with your problems on your own I'm on a break today.

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Is It Casual Now?

12!Donnie x Reader

(Friends-to-Pining-Idiots)

AN: wrote this on a whim bc I'm bored and am procrastinating. and also because we don't get enough friends-to-lovers fics lmao (also might make a sequel?). also might be ooc? idk

warnings(?): not alot, mild cussing?, might be a little ooc, mention of apritello but only brief,

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It was a warm summer night...

Actually, who were you kidding? It was freezing. Okay, wait, maybe a bit of an exaggeration. It was still cold though, you stand by that.

"Want me to lower the AC? You look like you're dying."

"hrnn... But what about your experiment-thingy-thing? Wouldn't that like... affect it or something? Or was that the other one?" You ask, sniffling. Oh yeah, did you mention you were sick? Because you're sick. Sick as hell! Haha! haha...

No but seriously, you felt like you were dying. You bet it's not even that cold.

"Nah, don't worry that was the other one. It's in the freezer."

"Aw dude, Mikey might eat it or something."

"No he won't, there're like, a million warning stickers on that thing, he wouldn't—" You gave him a look,

"Crap." He ran out of his lab and went straight to the freezer.

Wait a minute, why were you here again?

Oh yeah, the project. And to hang out with Donnie, sure that too.

He came back with his experiment-thingy clutched in his arms. You sniff, "Dude—" "—Gross,"

"Shut up, anyway,"

"Why didn't you put it in your freezer? You literally have one right there." You pointed at the small metal box (that you're pretty sure he built himself) next to his desk.

"Because there's ice cream in there, and I don't want to share with my brothers."

"So what's your plan now?"

"What?"

"Should we like.. eat some of the ice cream to make room for your weird jelly-thing, orr..."

"Well I didn't think that far, sure, why not." He places the container down on his desk and takes out a small tub of vanilla ice cream.

"Ew, vanilla? that's so... Vanilla." You smile,

"Excuse you, that's for me. This, is for you." He says, taking out an equally sized tub of cookies and cream.

"Bro that vanilla has nuts in it, you like your ice cream with nuts? Ew."

"Oh nevermind, guess this is going back in the freezer," He takes the tub of cookies and cream ice cream and tries to put it back in his freezer.

"Wait, hold on, your honor I'm innocent!"

He chuckles, you smile.

"Shut up, dork, take the ice cream."

"Speak for yourse— Oh, oops, nevermind I forgot you had full control of my ice cream privileges."

"Mhm, yeah, that's what I thought."

He hands you a spoon and you notice a little red button at the bottom of it.

"What's this for?"

"For heating up the spoon so that we wouldn't have to wait like, half an hour to eat the icecream."

"God, that's such a good idea, you're a genius."

"Yeah, I know right?"

The two of you laugh as you both open your tubs of ice cream. Well, it was more of an attempt in your part. You eventually got Donnie to open it for you.

"Oh wait, my project... Whatever, it's the weekend, I'll do it tomorrow."

"And that's why you end up pulling all-nighters and get all grumpy on us when we talk to you on schooldays."

"Shh... SShhhut up. Eat your ice cream."

He chuckles.

It's quiet.

"Soo... How're things with April?"

And that is definitely not the way to start a conversation.

"Eh.. You know. The same it always is."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

And back to quiet. It's nice, but you wish it wasn't so awkward.

"..I should've given you soup instead. Giving you ice cream was a bad choice on my part." He stand up to take the ice cream (which was already a quarter finished, by the way) from you.

"Aww, come on Don. I can have the— ha..." You sneeze, "..have the soup later. After ice cream."

He snorts, "Come on," he gently puts the back of his hand on your throat, then your forehead.

"Oh damn, I did that as a joke, but you're seriously burning up. Yeah, no, I'm getting you soup."

You let out a whine of defeat as the tub of ice cream gets taken away from you, and hey, was it this cold before?

"I'll get you a blanket too. Why'd you even come here anyway?" He smiles a little, "And don't say that you needed help with your schoolwork. We already covered that like, a week ago? Get some rest, man." Before he leaves, he puts the experiment-jelly-thingamabob in the freezer.

"'Kay."

Why were you here?

Easy, you liked hanging out with him.

Why?

Because.

..Because?

Because he's fun to be around?

Might need to think deeper than that.

Who are you, my therapist?

You're literally talking to yourself.

Whatever. Because... I don't know, he makes me.. happy? that sounds weird.

Yeah. Keep going anyway.

This self analysis thing is getting weird.

And he's back. You smile.

"I got some hot chocolate too. Had to be quiet though." He covers the both of you with the blanket, and hands you the soup.

"Damn, you're cold too?"

"Yeah duh, turtles are cold-blooded."

"So you've said."

He leans back,

"You gonna finish your little experiment here?"

"Maybe. I'm tired."

"What time is it?"

"Uhh.." He checks his t-phone, "1:10 AM."

"Whatt... You're telling me I've been here for six hours?" It's fine, your parents were out of town. You liked it better here anyway.

"Also, I really don't think you should get that close to me dude. I'm, in your words, 'seriously burning up'."

"Ughh.. but you're warm. And I don't wanna get up." He dramatically lays his head on your shoulder, fake-snuggling up to you.

He gets a laugh out of you, he grins.

"I'm tired."

"Yeah, me too." Donnie yawns, pressing a button on his remote. Suddenly, the lights started to dim.

You let out a breathless chuckle, "When'd you install that?"

"A couple weeks ago. You said you didn't like how bright the lights were. So I made this remote to dim the lights, then I got distracted and made more options, then turned it into a slider... then just... booshhh... yeah."

"You remembered that?"

"Of course."

That's actually pretty sweet.

You smile at him. "Yeah?"

"Mhm. I'm gunna.... sleep. G'night."

"G'night."

And like that, he was out like a light. You just realized how close he was to you.

He's next to you, head basically on the crook of your neck. Both of you sharing the same thick blanket, with the empty bowl of soup that you didn't realize you had finished, and the half empty cup of hot chocolate.

And now, you start thinking to yourself,

Is there more to this?

No, you're just friends. Right?

But that tiny voice in your head that's getting increasingly bigger as the minute passes, is asking you:

Do friends do this for eachother?

Yes.

Are you sure?

What else could it be? What else could we be?

Do friends go out of their way to show up to your school in a disguise while it was pouring out to take you home?

He's just like that. He's nice, he's caring.

Do friends install fancy advanced remote-controlled lights just for you because you mentioned once how the lights were overwhelming?

..He's my friend. I'd do the same for him. Well, If I had the smarts.

But the difference is that you know how you feel.

Well.. Yeah.

Do friends leave lingering touches?

...

..Didn't he say he had a heater in here?

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Icarus Part 9

Hello and welcome back to this wonderful fic! Like I've said before having a set schedule for each story got hard and I've resorted to posting on vibes alone.

This week's vibes are all over the place because of the pain in my elbow. It's getting better but it's taking every ounce of self-control and self-preservation I have not write as many words a day as I can to make up for lost time and slowly work my way back up to my old schedule so I don't re-injure it.

But as I've said, if you want to see a specific work more often, drop me an ask and I'll see what I can do.

Here we have Eddie being a sweetheart and Steve and his friends being dorks.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

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NDAs were such a large part of Steve’s life he couldn’t remember a time he didn’t have them. For everything.

Even producers had to sign them before they could even breathe in the direction of The Fallen in the recording studio.

It was an exhausting but necessary part of his life. Just like the locked room in his apartment.

Shane and Spence had done an amazing job with Steve’s little notebook of song material. And shocker, only two of them were love songs. Most of the rest of the songs were about trying to survive in a world you had to hide.

He knew that a lot of critics would tell them to lose the masks if it bothered them so much, but at this point Steve didn’t care. They were working on their third album in three years and he was fucking tired.

“Again, from the top,” the producer said into the com. “Abbadon you got a little pitchy on the second line. Watch it. Astraeus, you’re coming in too early. It’s duh-ba-ba-dun and then you come in. You’re coming in on the first ba.”

Steve and Shane nodded and they began again.

Steve’s brain thought it was going to melt out of his ears. He had a test for his certification after today’s session in the studio and he was sure all the information would have leaked out by then.

But apparently Steve’s brain went on autopilot taking the test, and not only did he pass, he passed with full marks.

Spence clapped Steve shoulder. “Hey, man if this whole rockstar gig ever falls apart, you should come be an EMT with me.”

Steve grinned back. That wasn’t a bad idea actually. With his lifeguard training and his affinity for thinking well under pressure, it really was the ideal job.

“I might just take you up on that.”

They broke up for the day and as Steve was putting away his guitar his phone rang.

“Hey, Eds,” he greeted.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie replied. “How did your test go?”

“I aced it!” Steve said, bouncing on the tips of his toes in excitement.

“What?” Eddie cried. “Baby, that’s so amazing! We’ll definitely go out tonight and celebrate. But that’s not the reason I’m calling.”

“Oh?” Steve asked.

“How far are you guys into the album?” Eddie asked, hesitantly.

Steve frowned for a moment. He looked over at Spence and Hopper. They had all had a really rough session today and it had become almost grueling in a way that the other two albums never felt.

“Not as far as we’d like,” Steve admitted. If anyone knew what they were going through it was Eddie.

“I’m sorry, babe,” Eddie commiserated. “Would it be better to continue at it or take break touring?”

Steve scratched his cheek thoughtfully. It would be nice to actually take time with the album and not push it out as quickly as possible.

“A break for sure,” Steve murmured. “We’re on our third album in three years, and even though we just got back from a tour, it was less exhausting than being in the studio right now.”

Eddie was silent for a moment. “Have you thought about changing the studio you’re working in? Sometimes a change of scenery can help.”

“I guess we could try,” Steve muttered. “I just didn’t think we had that kind of pull with the record label yet. I’ll call Robin later and see what she can do.”

Eddie hummed in agreement. “So the reason I was asking, babe, is that they have given us a choice of two sets of dates. One that would start at the beginning of the new year and one that would start next summer. And since we’re taking you with us, our management is going to coordinate with yours.”

“Oh.”

Steve wasn’t sure which he would prefer, if he was being honest. “Can I talk to my boys and get back to you on that?”

“Sure thing, Stevie,” Eddie said fondly. “You can tell all about what you guys decided when we meet up for drinks tonight, how does that sound?”

Steve let out a little sigh of relief. “Yeah, that sounds great, Eds. Text me the details.”

“You’ve got it!” Eddie said and then they both said their goodbyes and hang up.

More work, Steve thought mournfully. He didn’t want more work. He was tired and miserable and he should have been happy. The record was liking the album so far, they were about to go on tour with the biggest metal band in the world, he was dating Eddie. Why wasn’t he happy?

He put his head in his hands and forced himself to breathe. He knew that a lot of what he was feeling was being forced to wait when he didn’t want to.

That even if he was out as Abbadon, he couldn’t be out with Eddie. Both of their labels would have literal bitch fits. They could be out to their friends, but as far as the media went, that was off limits. Being bisexual or gay was better now, but it could still tank their careers if they came out with actual same sex partners. Steve’s career especially, new as it was.

Steve let out a low shuddering breath. This whole masked identities shit was tough. He didn’t know how those other bands could handle it. Maybe the difference was that their families knew. He honestly didn’t know.

But he had chosen to walk down this road. When they first started playing and getting turned away by how they looked, they chose to not change themselves, but to become someone else. And it worked and he really couldn’t argue with the results.

Steve loved his job. He loved that he got be in a band with his best friends and that his platonic soulmate was their manager. He loved getting out there on stage and singing his heart out. But it was hard sometimes.

He pulled out his phone and called Robin. “Hey, what are the label’s requirement on getting this album done? Like does it have to be at this studio with this producer?”

“One sec,” Robin said, pulling it up on her computer. She scanned the document complete with searching for key words. “Doesn’t look like it. Why? What’s up?”

“You know how we’ve hit a wall in the studio?” Steve asked around chewing on his thumb.

She scoffed. Of course she knew. “And you’re thinking a change of venue might help or at the very least a new producer?”

“Yeah...” Steve said. “Eddie suggested it, but I wasn’t sure if we had that kind of clout with the record label.”

Robin was quiet on the line, but Steve could feel the cogs in her head turn. “I’ll get on it.”

“Thanks,” he said, breathing out a sigh of relief. “Did Eddie’s label send over the tour dates?”

“Let’s see...” she hummed. “Yup! I’m reading through them... and I’m guessing you to talk with everyone before making a final decision?”

“Right in one,” Steve said. “Preferably with whether or not we get someone else in to produce.”

“You’ve got it, babe,” she said. “Does this have a deadline?”

“Eddie said he would like to know by tonight,” he said, “but I can tell him we’re still working things out and that’s we’ll get back to him.”

“That would be ideal, yes.”

Steve huffed out a laugh. “I’ll still talk to the boys and at least get a feel for what they’re thinking even if we can’t shift producers or studio.”

“Sounds good,” Robin said. “I’ll get back to you as soon as I learn anything.”

He hung up and pulled up the group chat and messaged his friends to meet at his place. He had stuff he wanted to talk with them regarding upcoming tour dates.

Simon and Shane texted back immediately. Spence had left them on read for about fifteen minutes before responding with a question about how long they would be.

And then the ribbing began.

-Oohh...you with that girl?- Shane

-He totally is!!- Simon

-Pics or it didn’t happen- Steve

-Pics!- Simon

-Yeah, man, is she cute?- Shane

-Why do you care, Shane? You’re gay- Spence

-Because like a flower I can appreciate the feminine form, even if I don’t want to fuck it- Shane

Pic comes in of Spence on his couch with a gorgeous dark-skinned woman with soulful eyes and long black hair.

-Meet Nadia

-Lucky guy!- Simon

-That’s quite the flower :P- Shane

-Yeahhh...I’m sorry, man, as much as I would like to let you stay with your lady love, we really need to talk. Business. :(

-I love my job. I love my job. I love my job. I love my job. -Spence

-lol! You keep telling yourself that and maybe one day I’ll believe you- Shane

-GASP! Spence doesn’t love us! :’(- Simon

-Damn it. Fine I love you all- Spence

-Simon uses sad emoji against Spence, it’s super effective! (pokeball emoji)- Steve

-Meet at my place as soon as you can- Steve

There was the usual chorus of affirmative responses and Steve set down his phone.

He looked up at the ceiling as he huffed out a sigh. His friends were on the way, Robin was trying to fix the problem with them hitting a brick wall making their album, and Eddie was supportive.

It helped that Spence was dating now, too. They could commiserate about their love lives.

Simon hated that while he could get girls as Asmodeus but not as himself he swore off dating until he found someone who liked him for him and not just because he was a rock god.

Shane just liked having fun. Wherever that took him. Usually gay bars with lots of booze and dancing.

They weren’t “rich and famous” enough for the wild parties and shit. At least not yet. They were getting a lot traction with their second major album though so that was probably going to change fast.

Steve just glad that he would have Eddie and Robin holding his hand though this.

He looked over at the contract on his table and sighed. Like Spence, he really did love his job. And he knew that there were hundreds of bands wishing to be in his shoes.

He could do this.

He was, after all Abbadon, lead singer of The Fallen and he knew how to do this shit.

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Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21

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[transpanda-1]

🎀Hiya! Can you vote for Uendo Toneido in an official Ace Attorney popularity poll?

You'll need a twitter account to do it, but if you can we'd be suuuuper appreciative of it!

Capcom has said that they're looking into making an AA sequel, so there's a chance this poll might genuinely sway some aspects in the Ace Attorney series! Here's why we'd like you to vote for Uendo:

For those not in the know, basically, Uendo Toneido is an extremely rare example of a positive depiction of a D.I.D. system in a murder mystery genre! Their character largely serves as a way to mock the "Murder Alter Trope", or how systems' alters are always guilty parties in murder mysteries. They do this by setting up a hidden, secret alter, which turns out to be... a harmless timid child!

We, along with many other systems, absolutely adore Uendo... but they can be so much more!

Most of Storyteller revolves around figuring out they're plural. But what would SUPER be wonderful and normalizing is if they appeared in another case and... they're just casually plural! And nobody questions it and it's part of their character! Wouldn't that be lovely?

And at the very least, there's sooooo much good and fun aspects to Uendo you don't need to vote for them just for that!

Like Kisegawa being recognized and respected as a woman!

Or how each alter has cultural history behind them as (basically) fictives of rakugo characters! That was so fun to learn!

We can go on and on, how their design conveys each alter, the nuance of some alters sharing memories, etc. etc.

But basically, we probably wouldn't even have realized we're plural if these dorks didn't come into our life and help normalize the condition for us. And we appreciate them so much for it.

Thank you for existing, and have a wonderful day!

[lfghughes]

Can I request going to the NHL awards with Jack and like matching I just want something cute and fluffy with them celebrating

a/n: but remember when i jinxed his win guys. this is my redemption post

This was your first time at the NHL awards and your first time on a red carpet in general. Before coming here you were definitely nervous but you weren’t going to give up your plus one spot that Jack had offered to you. As you looked at your boyfriend, a small smile spread on your lips at his suit that he was wearing. “I was ready to fight you if I saw you in a tshirt for this.” You teased which caused him to roll his eyes at you. “You’re never going to let me live down the all star red carpet are you?”

You quickly shook your head, maybe if you had gone with him to that you could have convinced him to at least have worn a nice button up. Once you were both ready you met up with his parents and immediately Ellen started gushing as she took in the two of you. “Look at my two babies.” A smile grew on your lips at her words and how easily she had accepted you into the family. “I’m so happy you’re wearing a suit and not a tshirt.” She pointed out which caused you to laugh. Glad everyone was on the same page as you.

At the red carpet it was exactly how you had pictured it. Cameras were everywhere, Jack was being stopped pretty regularly to get interviewed and to sign things. Every once in a while you would get into a photo with him but mostly you stuck near his parents. You would be lying if you said you weren’t in complete awe of your boyfriend and the way he acted like a natural even though you knew he wasn’t a fan of interviews. “I want to get a photo of you two, go stand with him.” Ellen ushered you forward and you did exactly as she asked.

“Mom, should we do an awkward prom pose?” Jack teased as Ellen snapped away on her phone. When she got her pictures, you went back to her to see the photos she had gotten. “Babe, look” Jack got your attention and you couldn’t help but laugh as he pretended like he was snapping photos of you on an imaginary camera. “You’re such a dork.” You shook your head as you watched him go up to the next interview. During this one they had asked what made him a gentleman and his response about holding the door open made you laugh.

“That’s your son.” You pointed out to Ellen who was shaking her head at her son. “He sure is.” You were glad to get inside into the ac and to finally be able to sit. “I can’t wait for us to go celebrate on broadway after.” Jack whispered to you as he sank down into his seat next to you. You were definitely looking forward to that too but first you wanted to see Jack win his award. Except well when it came around to it, he hadn’t won. Your hand went to his leg, giving him a reassuring squeeze as he shrugged. “It’s okay.” But you could tell he was a little bummed about it.

The rest of the night felt like it dragged a little but this was still an experience you would do all over again. When the night came to an end, Jack and some of his friends still wanted to go out and you definitely weren’t going to turn down a night out in Nashville. “Alright, you kids be safe. Okay?” Ellen warned the both of you. “Of course mom, we will.” He told her, giving her a hug goodnight. “Also baby, I’m proud of you always.” Your heart grew ten sizes as you watched your boyfriend with his mom before he came over to you. “I’m proud of you too and you are my favorite gentleman.”

[asktheoriontriplets]

Welcome to our ask blog!

Hey there and welcome everyone!

I’m Mintaka Tyrone Pines (the guy on the right), but please, just call me Taka. You might be a little surprised by how I look—yeah, I’ve got heterochromia, which means I literally have one of each of my parents’ eye colors. But let’s not get too hung up on that. At least my hair is a natural blonde, I'm certain of it, and not half-half!

So, welcome to the blog my sisters and I set up! Nita’s the one with all the brains (definitely the smart one), and Nilam, well, she’s got seven fingers, which is kinda cool. As for me, I’m the "dork" with the journal chronicling all of our adventures. You might’ve heard of our parents—Dipper and Pacifica Pines? Yep, we’re their kids. Besides sharing some tips and tricks for surviving the weirdness of Gravity Falls, we might just spill a few juicy secrets about our parents. Hehe, just make sure they don’t find out about this blog, alright?

And I shall let my sisters introduce themselves:

Hi! I'm Nita! I am the eldest of the three. At least by a couple of minutes. (only 13 minutes, Nita!) People often call me a spitting image of my dad, minus his birthmark. Some even say I’m the “Girl Dipper” because, like him, I’m pretty nerdy and ace my tests, though not without hard work! But honestly, I’m not exactly as adventurous as my siblings. They love dragging me into their shenanigans while I’d much rather stay out of trouble. Sometimes I wish people could see me as more than just my dad's mirror. It’s not that I don’t love my dad—I just want to be recognized for who I am, you know? Anyway, if you’re into drama series, hit me up! What? I don't know anything about Unforgettable Lovers! Sure, the actress is gorgeous, but—what? Stop asking!

Heyo! I’m Nilam, but my dad likes to call me by my middle name because of my rather unique seven fingers on one hand. Most people just call me Nilam, though! I might look like my sister, but trust me, we’re pretty different. I’ve got my mom’s blue eyes, and apparently, I take after my Aunt’s impulsiveness and artistic side. I love embracing who I am, and if anyone thinks otherwise, well, I’ve got some karate and judo skills I’d be happy to show off. Besides that, I’m really into arts and crafts, and I play the piano! I’m not as nerdy or brainy as my dad or sister, but I’m cool with that—I don’t mind working hard to get where I need to be!

So if you want to know us better, feel free to drop an ask! Otherwise, feel free to check out our adventures here!

[stem-sister-scuffle]

STEM SISTER SCUFFLE: SEMIFINALS LEFT MASHUP

Ema Skye (Ace Attorney) vs Ms Frizzle (The Magic School Bus)

Ema Skye is a Forensic Scientist!

Ms. Frizzle is a Science Teacher!

Why you should vote for each contestant:

Ema Skye:

"I love her a lot and she's very important to me. We get to see her story from being a high school student who's really into science, to becoming a detective, to then finally passing her forensics exam and becoming a forensic scientist like she always wanted. I cosplayed her before"

"Ema has been interested in forensics ever since she was a kid. She's extremely passionate about it. She works very hard and despite bumps along the way she does manage to achieve her dreams/career goal and get into forensic science. She is amazing and I love her enthusiasm and I love her :D When she was like 16 she personally had her own spray bottle(s) of luminol testing fluid, what a dork (in the best way!). Forensic science is practically her whole life. What an inspiration. The first thing on her wiki page is the quote "Yes! Isn't it amazing? Ah, the power of science. It's my life." Bless."

"this girl is so silly. Her favorite thing is luminol. You have an ace attorney pfp you know her. She is my favorite ever. She calls Klavier Gavin a "glimmerous fop" (accurate description). She wears a lab coat over her school uniform. She brings snacks to crime scenes.i love her your honor"

"shes like every enthusiastic autism girl with a science special interest who then gors to college and gets a job and is tired and a mean lesbian but still is a freak about forensics. i love her"

"SHE WORKED SO HARD TO GO INTO FORENSICS. SHE HELPS EVERYONE DO FORENSICS. SHE THEN FAILS WHEN IT COUNTS AND BECOMES BITTER BUT GETS OUT OF THOSE FEELINGS LATER ON. I love her dearly she's so silly and fun when she needs to be, and I think her failure is fascinating but I'm SOOOOO GLAD she was able to become a forensic scientist in the end :)"

"Showed up and gave Apollo random forensics supplies at just the right time. Not sure if this was authorized. Does not Mayte though she can do anything she wants. C’mon man you know her you know why she’s the best you get me right"

"She's fun and good at science and has pink lenses in her glasses and I like her a lot"

"She is so excited to be using her fun little toys to solve crimes."

"She’s a gosh darn professional in a house of fops. Is passionate about her work and was inspired partially by a murder case she was involved in as a witness. She’s really cute and really quirky, and ya girl knows how to snack. She accessorizes really well. I cosplayed as her once and found myself more and more impressed with her style choices as I was putting it together. We stan a fashionable yet practical STEM queen."

"she is literally everythingggg to me. she has wanted to be a forensic scientist since she was 16 y/o and introduces forensic investigation mechanics to the series like luminol and dusting for fingerprints. when she does not get her dream job, she becomes depressed and bitter, only cheering up when she talks about forensic science. later on, when she attains the job, she is much happier! science is her entire life and her career and she is tremendously autistic about it. also she's such a girlboss i love her <3 ema must go through btw. she is the ultimate woman in stem"

"Ema Skye has been interested in forensics for many years due to case that occurred when she was younger. Even though she didn't pass the test to become one at first she had still continued trying till she made it. She always lights up at the mention of anything revolving sciene. She gets so happy when she's able to work with her forensic tools and investigate the crime scene <33"

"Teaches Phoenix wright about forensics"

"she wears a cool lab coat and I don't really know what else to put here but she's neat"

"she is so autistic about forensic science. she goes against the police rules to take fingerprints. she infodumps to anyone who will listen about forensic science. ema is so special to me and I love her very much"

"Ema is a girlboss! She started using forensics and scientific investigation to help solve murders when she was just 15 years old. she autistic and bisexual bc I say so :)"

"Literally the only character in universe that uses hard evidence in trials."

"The skyentific detective…."

"Its literally her personality ok. Just listen to her theme(s). I just love her"

"She is literally me <33 I love her. I need to see her grow up happy and healthy and i need to tell my friends and family about her."

"Wants to be a scientific investigator and solve crimes scientifically, forced to be a cop. Goes from teen with a weird hobby to reluctant cop to everything she ever wanted and I am so proud"

"She’s just a little weirdo. And she keeps trying to be a forensic scientist, but she has to finish high school first. She solved the murder her sister was accused of "

"Forensic science fascinates her. She sure is a woman jn stem. I am sorry I am very tired i dn what to write"

"I need to actually finish AA but it’s her. You probably have more submissions with better reasoning but I like her vibes from what I did play."

"She's got all sorts of cool gadgets which utilize the DS touchscreen"

Ms. Frizzle:

"*gestures at entire magic school bus series*"

"Embodies the true spirit of scientific discovery: barely-contained chaos."

"She is very knowledgeable about a wide variety of sciences, and uses that knowledge to further the educations of many people. Teachers deserve the world; they do so much for so little in return. (shout out to Mrs. Goates)"

"She loves science and loves teaching kids about science. I love her. Idk I saw she only had one submission and that made me sad so now im here submitting her"

"She is an icon and has cool earrings"

"SHE'S SO COOL!!! She's so smart and so fun and genuinely just an icon. ALSO she has a little lizard on her shoulder. I saw an ask abt the submissions for Ms. Frizzle and the sender was the only person who submitted her.. I couldn't let this go. ALSO one of my professors irl called herself the irl Frizzle and she's a doctor of biology so make of that what you will"

[intheticklecloset]

Raise the Bar (Haikyuu!!)

Primary Universe

Summary: Bokuto catches Kageyama doing pull-ups and decides to have a little fun with him. Ft. Akaashi.

A/N: An anon had requested this for my 3k raffle event last year that ended up getting cancelled, but I did write it anyway, so here it is. This is for you, anon, whoever you were. Enjoy!

Word Count: 1,524

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“Look at this guy, trying to show off how strong he is!”

Kageyama dropped to the floor, startled, and turned to see Bokuto and Akaashi from Fukurodani approaching him. He was surprised it wasn’t Hinata – that little tangerine idiot seemed to find him everywhere – but he wasn’t complaining, either.

“I’m not trying to show off,” he replied, turning to face them both fully, one hand still on the pull-up bar he’d been using in the doorway to the gym.

He was one of many, many volleyball players throughout the prefecture who had been invited to a giant, all-inclusive party/sleepover to celebrate the end of the season and upcoming third-years’ graduations. Said sleepover was being hosted by Fukurodani, so theirs was the gym they’d be using to eventually crash in later. Right now Kageyama just wanted to burn off some excess energy. He thought he’d slipped away without notice, but no such luck.

Bokuto nodded at the pull-up bar. “How many can you do?”

“Uh, I don’t know. Twenty? Thirty?” Kageyama honestly didn’t know.

“You’ve never counted?”

“We don’t really do pull-ups at Karasuno.”

Akaashi stood off to the side with his hands in his pockets, watching the interaction with his usual detached interest. “Neither do we. He’s just being a dork.”

“I am not!” Bokuto whined, then flashed a grin at his former rival. “Well, don’t let us stop you. Continue showing off for us, Tobio!”

Kageyama blinked. He was called by his first name so rarely it threw him a little, but more than that, he wasn’t sure he wanted to get back to it now that he had an audience.

“I was, uh…just wrapping up,” he said, finally letting his other hand drop.

“Liar. You just can’t handle the pressure of being watched, can you?”

“I can!” the setter retorted, gripping the pull-up bar once again, falling easily and swiftly into the obvious trap Bokuto had set for him.

The ace snickered to Akaashi. “First-years, am I right?”

“Don’t be a jerk,” Akaashi muttered back, smacking him.

“Oww! I’m not; I just want to have a little fun. This is a sleepover, you know. These things were made for chaos to reign.”

Kageyama was four or five pull-ups in when he suddenly felt fingers grasping his waist, digging into his hips, making him sputter out a laugh and nearly tumble all the way to the floor. As it was, it took substantial effort for his legs not to give out on him when he landed back on his feet and whirled around again, blushing furiously. “W-What was that for?!”

“Just seeing if you could handle the pressure, big guy,” Bokuto teased, wiggling his fingers at him playfully.

Kageyama both loved and hated how much the sight of wiggling fingers made his insides do backflips and somersaults in all kinds of excited ways. He shivered, but in the back of his mind he was panicking a little. Did Hinata say something? No, surely not. He was crazy, but he wouldn’t go around announcing something like this to the world without permission. This had to just be a random attack on Bokuto’s part.

“What’s the matter? Flustered, Tobio?” the ace teased again, lunging forward suddenly like he was going to attack only to come up short. It didn’t stop Kageyama from letting out a shriek and stumbling back a few steps, already covering his stomach and giggling a little. Bo’s grin was predatory. “Oho~ Gotcha to show your hand, didn’t I? Now I know where you’re really ticklish!”

Kageyama knew his face had to be scarlet by now. “L-Leave me alone.”

His words came out sounding half-hearted at best, and Bokuto picked up on that instantly. He laughed. “What, not gonna try to prove me wrong? Get back to your pull-ups, Tobio. I’ll bet you a taco from that place down the street you’ll let go of the bar if I start tickling you again.”

“I…I don’t—”

“Two tacos!”

Kageyama hesitated. He didn’t care about any special tacos, but if he was honest, he was kind of curious to see how long he could last now that Bokuto was challenging him directly. Plus, seeing those fingers had put him into an immediate lee mood, so…

“I can hold on,” he managed at last, mustering up his best defiant smirk. “Watch me.”

Bokuto motioned for him to just get on with it already, grinning, clearly just as eager to get started.

The Karasuno setter gripped the pull-up bar, suddenly feeling very exposed under Bokuto’s intense stare. Still, he started to lift himself up, and that’s when the ace attacked.

“Pfff – nohohohohoho!” Kageyama squealed, dropping back onto the ground and using one hand to push him away, the other still holding onto the bar – barely. “No fahahahahair!”

“You let go, Tobio~” Bokuto teased, scribbling his fingers across his friend’s belly. “Too ticklish to take it, huh?”

“It’s ohohonly one hahahand!” Kageyama protested.

“Ha! All right, I’ll let this one slide since I didn’t specify. But get that hand back up there and don’t move either of them, or you’ll be buying me tacos!”

Shakily, Kageyama did as he was told, heart racing with excited anticipation for what was to come next. As soon as his fist closed around the bar, Bokuto went back to tickling his belly, and the setter went back to cackling at the contact.

“Heh, got a ticklish tummy, hmm?” the ace cooed. He glanced over his shoulder at Akaashi. “Yo, you’re missing out on the fun! Get in here and help me, dude!”

Akaashi had been observing their exchange up to this point, noticing how Kageyama hadn’t backed away or flinched at all at the mention of tickling – something that would spur everyone else he knew to run away or fight back or literally anything else besides just let it happen. He’d concluded that the setter must enjoy it to some extent, and as long as that was the case, he was willing to join when the invitation was extended to him.

Soon Kageyama had tickling fingers scribbling and scratching across his belly and his ribs and up into his underarms, and it was getting increasingly more difficult to hang onto the bar instead of fight back. It reminded him in a way of being in Hinata’s “tickle zone,” though with slightly different stakes attached.

“I’ll admit, I’m impressed, Tobio,” Bokuto chuckled, watching his friend’s face contort with happiness, his cheeks flushed and hair mussed and overall looking like he was having a great time. “Didn’t think you’d last a minute, let alone two. You must like this, huh?”

“He must,” Akaashi confirmed before Kageyama could defend himself. “Otherwise he’d have bolted the moment you wiggled your fingers at him. Right?”

Kageyama could do nothing but nod through his laughter, his arms shaking from the effort to keep them above his head.

“Cute.” Bokuto smiled, stepped back for a moment, and cracked his knuckles. “But I gotta find a way to break you somehow.”

“Aiehehehehehehe! Wahahahahahait!” Kageyama pleaded for the first time when the ace targeted his thighs next, getting dangerously close to a spot that would bring him down quite literally whether he had the willpower to take it or not. “P-Plehehehehease, I gihihihive up! You wihihihihin!”

Bokuto laughed. “Oh yeah? Then why are you still holding onto that bar?”

Kageyama didn’t have a chance to reply, because that was the moment fingers dug into the backsides of his knees and his legs gave out on their own accord.

Once he was on the floor, Bokuto and Akaashi both pounced on him, both grinning, both tickling wildly now that the competition portion of their attack was behind them. Kageyama squealed and threw his head back with laughter, squirming and batting weakly at their arms.

“Okay, okahahahahahay!” he begged after another minute of playful torture. “I gihihihihive! Plehehehehease, stohohohohohop! No more!”

At Akaashi’s urging, the two of them let up as requested, letting the Karasuno setter catch his breath and giggle out a few leftovers, hugging his torso as he sat upright.

Bokuto poked his chest teasingly. “Feeling good, Tobio?”

Kageyama blushed but nodded all the same. “Y-Yeah. Thanks for…well…” he waved at the pull-up bar, indicating the bet that had started them down this path of random, spontaneous fun. “You know.”

“For the tickling?” Akaashi piped up, scoffing good-naturedly. “You’re welcome.”

“Well, I think it’s safe to say that bet was a draw,” Bokuto said, stretching as he got to his feet, “so why don’t we just go Dutch on those tacos tomorrow for lunch?”

Kageyama took their offered hands and stood back up as well. “Heh…sure. Just don’t tell Hinata.”

“Why not bring him along? It can be the four of us!”

The setter considered. He thought about what would happen if he admitted to his best friend what had just gone down here, and how Hinata might be mock offended that he wasn’t around to see it, and how that might start a whole other round of tickling, and…

He grinned, already eager to go find that boke and tell him everything. “All right. I’ll let him know."

[legandairy-horror]

Headcannons about how the Lightner crew show affection for each other because I can't stop imagining these dorks as the world's most confusing and disastrous polycule

Kris

Feral animal in all things, including relationships. Is very particular when it comes to physical touch and other displays of affection. Instead they give out cool rocks and other shiny things to people they like/care. Has had a crush on every person in their class at one point or another and simultaneously refuses to acknowledge it and refuses to move on. Subconsciously uses their pranking and general weirdness as an excuse to get closer to people without having to admit that they like being around them

Susie

That one "Excuse me, they asked for no pickles" meme. Is willing to commit any crime for the people they care about. Absolutely refuses to acknowledge the fact that they have feelings for anyone even after going out on several dates with them. Not helped by poor self-worth issues making he doubt anyone actually liking her let alone romantic feelings. Deeply infatuated with Noelle, strong feelings for Kris. Complicated for Catti (started out real rough but thinks dark magic is sick as fuck)

Noelle

Lesbiab. Lasbein. Girls. Has such a low self-image of herself and tries so unbelievable hard to hide how weird she is that she just does not realize that every girl in class has been actively trying to date her and just assumes that they're all being nice. Not helped by some lingering Heteronormativity makes her just default to "Ah yes, boys and girls date, that's how that works".

Berdly

I cannot emphasize just how performative he views relationship. Raised on a healthy diet of Heteronormativity and Societal expectations he understands every relationship through that lens. "Of course the guy and girl get together in the end, that's just 'how it works'". Except it's not how it works, because people are often a lot more then what society expects from them. And he just never realized that there might be other options, that love isn't this destined thing that everyone one day accepts like fucking ex-caliber. That he doesn't have to do this if we doesn't want to. That he can just be friends with people instead of having to worry about all this forced bullshit. Yes I am head-cannoning Berdly as closeted aro/ace and there is nothing you can do to stop me.

Catti

Developed a crush on Kris & Noelle while she was teaching them both magic and never fully got over it. Also had somewhat of a friendship while they were younger and thus unjustly blames herself for not doing more to help them after Dess's disappearance and Kris's Possession. Combined with typical teen angst of "My parents are humiliating me by their mere existence." and she's developed a very distant and detached form of love. a very "I'm fine sacrificing my happiness if it means they keep their happiness" kinda mentality. Reason she doesn't get along with Susie at first is because she subconsciously projects a lot of her own anxieties and fear onto her leading to a lot of hostility at first.

Jockington

Token straight and is thus the only remotely competent person here. Serves as the supportive rock for everyone and especially Catti. The first and mostly likely person on the team to suggest the completely reasonable advice of "have you tried talking to them?" and "you're probably overthinking this". It's part of why Catti fell in love with him, because he's the only one here who would willing and readily admit that he cares for someone.

Bonus Monster Kid & Snowy meme (not at all serious)

"Have you ever been walking down the street with your best bro and while you're walking you accidentally touch hands? You think to yourself - That was weird, but I'm not gay. - You are, you are gay". Source

[sanderssidesthehouse]

omg hi can you do janus? he's my absolute favorite and I see you have thoughts

Janus my beloved.

(size of the circle indicates how much I vibed with it/how confident I was about saying yes)

Ok, ok, I know what you're thinking, "Ace why the fuck would you trust Janus?" Bc I love him, next question. No actually, I have reasons. Number one, he's competent, number two he's a giant dork and I'm annoying enough I'd be able to tell when he's telling the truth.

I feel like "Done dirty by fans" is pretty self explanatory. It used to be a minefield trying to find a fic with Janus in it where he was portrayed in character and not an "unsympathetic" villain.

Also, my dear wife Janus with the long hair is the physically hottest side, I am not taking concrit, you cannot change my mind. (Hey, hi, you walked into trans guy territory, if you can't draw the connection, I can' help you.)

My favorite thing about Janus is that he's a liar about being a liar. Not that he doesn't lie, but calling him 'Deceit' is a lie. Sure, he manages that function, but it doesn't have to be his position, if that makes sense. There are several other things he could be called, most of which don't have a negative connotation. I'm not positive his job is necessarily something else, like how Roman is also passion and the ego, but he's called Creativity, so Janus's main gig could very well be lying, but he could be called something else that denotes the purpose of lying, and considering the other things he's shown to manage, such as trying to get the others to STOP lying (looking mostly at you, Patton), lies don't always serve him and his purpose. Are we picking up what I'm putting down? I'm tired and this paragraph is long.

I wrote a post here about how my boy is tragic. Also here's my post about how much I love unreliable narrators which is supplementary to the previous paragraph. Janus is really primed to be a fav of mine. (Not beating out Logan but he's a close second.)

We don't have to go into why he's just like me fr I think that would be depressing on all counts and uncomfortable for everyone involved. Also we can ignore the "I would let them make me worse" category, he's probably the only side I'll check that off on, psychoanalyze me if you want to.

To finish out, I want to circle back around to Janus being lovable and trying so hard and being a massive dork. He's just a snake boy! He gets so frustrated with everyone being stupid, which, relatable, but he's still trying so hard to help them! He wants good things for Thomas which means helping sort these idiots out. I want to see him doing better. I want to see more of his Shrodinger's union with Patton and his exes energy with Virgil, bc I'm messy and I think it's fun. And can we please get a main line video where he and Remus interact? I need it for sick and evil reasons (kicking my feet while giggling).

As always, anyone and everyone can feel free to tag on with their thoughts!

[sashi-ya]

𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 ♡ ᴅᴀʏ 12 ➡ 𝐂𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏. nsfw .minors dni 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐠𝐚𝐬 𝐃. 𝐀𝐜𝐞 𝐱 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: @spitfire-of-the-sea asked: 𝙷𝚒𝚒𝚒𝚒! 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟸 𝚘𝚛 𝟹0 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚌𝚎? ❤️ 𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝙰𝚄 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙? 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞!! 𝐓𝐰: soft, fluffy smut. sex in a car. oral. vag. fingering. Ace makes love to you and confesses his love for you. romance and laughs, ace being a sweet dork 𝐰𝐜: 1.4k ➡ hentober masterlist

“An autumnal road trip! I wanna go visit Sabo! Let’s go!” your best friend (and crush) Ace, chimes. He was a little drunk, his freckled cheeks tinted in red and the soju bottle empty. “You wanna go on a road trip?” you ask, laughing and focusing mainly on his blushed nose. “Yes! Tomorrow! Let’s go! I’ll sleep here tonight so we can get on the car as soon as we wake up”…

After plans were made, Ace, who was a little tipsy (a lot), fell asleep on your couch while you covered him with an orange blanket.  “Sleep well freckled angel ~” you whispered as you tuck one of his wavy locks behind his ear.

Ace, who seems so unaware of you having a huge crush on him, has treated you like his best friend for as long as he knows you. However, it was undeniable that sometimes your eyes fixed way longer than they should into each other’s… perhaps Ace felt the same way towards you? Who knows…

Sun is shining, and a beautiful fall scenery appears ahead of you. The subtle rays of tangerine light caress your cheeks through the windshield of Ace’s Kia. He sings the melodies the radio plays, and as the sun he shines brightly.

“See aren’t those beautiful?” he asks, pointing to the side to endless sunflower fields. Ace seems not to take the eyes off from the road ahead, but from the corner of his eye scans your face. You love sunflowers. They remind them of the sun, of him.

“Yes! I love them! Should we –“ you suggest, but Ace finishes your sentence. “Stop and take some pictures there? Of course!” He knows you damn well, and you need nothing but him to smile.

Posing for him makes you slightly embarrassed, but he insists on him being the best photographer alive. “Pose for my camera! Yes! The camera loves you!” he jokes, acting all goofy. “Stop it!” you scold him, also laughing and feeling a thousand butterflies inside of your stomach.

Ace suddenly puts his phone over the roof of the suv and running towards you, he hugs you. “COME ON, THE TIMER IS ON!” he shouts, lifting you up from your waist as he snakes his strong arms around it.

You don’t understand what happens well past the first shot of his camera. Sure, you are close, but he has never lift you up this way and not to mention the fact that he has just lost balance and fell over you.

“AUCH!” you whine in pain, he is not heavy but his strong body isn’t light either. “Ah, sorry!” he giggles, still pressing his body against yours. You are sure your clothes get at least all dirty, and you kinda wanna kill your friend for this. But, you can’t get mad… specially when his weights keeps you pinned against him and the ground, and his nose is a few centimetres from yours.

Ace blinks slowly as his big smile disappears to become a fine line with a subtle side smirk. Your lips separate, and your pupils dilate. His warm breathe softly grazes your lips, your skin become bumpy. The soft breeze of October plays with his wavy locks and time suddenly seems to stop.

“Promise you won’t get mad” he whispers, leaving you completely clueless. “About wha-?” you ask, but your words are soon cut short by his lips pressed on yours.

You widen your eyes and begin to suspect something has happened to you and it is all just a coma dream. But, in any case, dream or not, you kiss his lips back, enjoying the way his tongue shily plays with yours.

Kissing, he helps you sit back. “Sowwy…” he mumbles once your lips have become red and swollen. “For what?” you ask, moving his hair out of the way.

And from a pouty mouth, his countenance turns dark. “For this” he laughs, lifting you up all of a sudden and kissing you back again. You surround your legs around his waist and while he carries you to the car you can’t stop giggling.

“Back seat?” he asks, muzzled with your lips. “Yep” you barely answer back, kissing now his neck.

Once inside, he places you over the seat of his suv with care, even if you pull him towards you. “Come’ere” you pant, with your fingers inside the hem of his shorts.

But Ace needs to stop for a second, he is as confused as horny. “Wait… you- you wanted me?” he stutters, completely surprised by your needy reaction to his lips.

You sigh, while you take your sneakers off so you don’t stain the seat. “Only a dork like you couldn’t notice” you giggle. His clueless expression is by far the cutest face you have ever seen him make. And you can’t resist yourself…

“Come here!” you order, laughing and pulling from his shirt. He laughs and attacks you with a million kisses and hands that go up and down your body. Your t-shirt ends up thrown who knows where in the car, and while he manages to fit in between your legs his teeth carve marks on your neck.

You can feel his hardness pressed against your panties. He has freed you from your leggings and from the doubt. He bites your nipple, making you squirm.

Thankfully, Ace parked the car behind a few spruces, and nobody can really see nor hear from the road what’s happening inside that black suv. And you are grateful that they don’t, cause as his hand reaches for your wet entrance, and moves away your underwear, you can’t help but moan louder.

“(Name…)” he babbles in between pants. “Hm?” you ask, trembling as he discovers what’s between your folds.

“Can I… taste it?” “You can do whatever you please with my body, Ace…”

The freckled youngster slowly goes down, he spreads your legs and lifts them enough so you can rest them over his shoulders. Expertly he spreads your labia to stick his tongue inside. Up and down, around and sucking. Fingers inside you, as well. Beckoning motions getting you ready for what’s next.

The windows become foggy, and no cold breeze from autumn could make the heat inside that car go down. Your hands tangle on his hair, pulling as you can’t take it no more.

Your elbows hit the sides of the vehicle, but you don’t care. Your sole sticks to the opposite window, and it’s cold and humid. But you also don’t care.

Orgasm is coming, and it’s only in what you want to be focused in now.  “I’m coming, Ac-Ace” you purr, squirming and feeling his nails carve on each side of your thighs. His “hmms” and the sound of his tongue working hard on your core fill your ears, and trembling you reach climax.

Ace receives your honeys, delighted, gloating and enjoying your taste like holy ambrosia.

“You are so delicious… I- I can’t believe we-“ he stutters as you regulate for at least some seconds your breathing. “You can’t believe it? I always wanted you, please fuck me” you beg, whispering those words with your lips against his now.

“You want me to made love to you? I love you, I-“ Ace mumbles, pulling from his belt to take it all off completely. His shorts loosely fall through his hips and soon his boxers too. Freed his sex, wet, drippy and throbbing so ready to get into you, moved by the purest love he could feel, and by the most sinful lust too.

You are speechless, as the beauty of his naked body presents in front of you. He hits several times his head against the car’s roof but he doesn’t care. Pumping his dick just enough to get ready, his skin that still keeps that summer tan makes you bite your lip. What an attractive man he is, and how much you love him.

“Ready?” he asks, guiding his sex into your entrance. “Yes… made love to me” you whine, receiving him in your embrace with a needy expression and your heart beating as fast as it is humanly possible.

Inside he slides himself, melting with you in a single soul. He begins to move softly, in and out, as your arms surround his neck and hang loosely over his shoulders.

“I love you; I’ve always loved you… be mine, forever mine” he repeats with each thrust. “I love you too, and I have always loved you. I’m yours, forever yours my sweet, freckled angel” you whisper back, endlessly.

Who would have said road trips were that romantic? ~

[sketchy-owl]

DORKS IN WONDERLAND

Episode 2 Idia Shroud x reader

~Videogames~

Idia:*playing videogames*

Y/N: *knocks the door*

Idia:It's open...

Y/N:*kicks the door*Hello Idia-kun!

Idia:*jumps from his seat* Y-Y/N what are you doing here?

Y/N:Ortho-kun had to help Ace Deuce and Grimm with their homework, so he asked me to bring you some snacks!! *tray of delicious BUT HEALTHY snacks *

Idia:Umh....thanks....you can leave them on the bed...

Y/N:Okay!*leaves the tray on the bed*

Idia:*keeps playing *

Y/N:*looks at Idia's computer and their eyes widen*IS THAT KINGDOM HEARTS?!

Idia:*jumps again* d...don't scream....wait...You know this game?

Y/N:OF COURSE I DO! *bright smile*Oh! This is 358/2 days!! *star eyes*

Idia:Y-Yeah....I...

Y/N:Who's your favourite KH character?? Mine is Axel but I can't deny that I have a thing for Vanitas *grins*[Owlie note:sorry but those are my thoughts xD)

Idia:...I....I like Roxas...

Y/N:He's cool too! And his backstory is just amazing can't deny that I cried few tears for him.*giggles*

Idia:*clearly uncomfortable *Y...yeah [Owlie note:poor baby he has no social skills🥺]

Y/N:*notices that* Well I should go...I still have to keep an eye on Grimm....Can I join you next time?? I really love videogames!!

Idia:....Umh sure....I guess

Y/N:*smiles* Well then! See you next time Idia-kun!!*leaves*

~Bonus~

Ortho:Hello big brother! I'm back!

Idia:...Hi....*plays*...

Ortho:Ohh! You finished your game! The prefect couldn't stop talking about it!

Idia:Uh?

Ortho:Yeah! They kept talking about videogames and in the end we didn't finish our homework!!

Idia: and....what kind...of games....did they talk about??

Ortho: Well.....*insert names cause I'm not a but an idiot who only played Kh,Street fighters, Pokemon Inazuma Eleven and Cooking Mama*

Idia:....I wonder if they are single....*whispers*

Ortho:Did you say something?*smirks behind the mask*

Idia:N-NO...*sweatdrops*

Ortho:*replays Idia's worsa * ~I wonder if they are single~

Idia:ORTHO!*his hair turns red*

[tfyoulookingatgiuxs]

New episode, new trauma, new tears and we return to a psychiatrist. No okay, I'll stop. The eighth episode of the second season of Helluva Boss is out: "Full Moon" we've all been waiting for it for a long time, Vivienne made us sweat it, but we're finally here to talk about it together and give our opinions on the episode. I warn you that I have no intention of putting the show in a bad light, because I love this series and I'm just here to express my opinions on it. With that said, let's get started.

We can start by saying that the length of the episode is neither too long nor too short, so initially I didn't know what to expect other than getting the tissues ready. The beginning of the two lovers singing reminded me a bit of those Disney songs, to be precise the one from Frozen, I know it's silly to say but think about it. Stolas sings a sad song where he says that what he is doing is right and that he is afraid of dying alone and ruining everything, while Blitz is just happy and horny and shows no concern at seeing Stolas again after not seeing each other for a long time. The song is nice, and it already helps me understand that this meeting will happen and that along with it there will also be a discussion (as if we didn't already know it before but let's move on). However, most of the time the episode focuses on the enemies of the series that we left in the first season. That is, the Cherubs and the DORKS.

I can say that I was expecting their return because especially with our agents we had been left hanging, after they had caught the demons while fighting in episode six of the first season. In fact, this led the two to strengthen themselves and have a larger headquarters complete with a military base and an army of priests. I'm not saying that they are enemies to be feared in terms of physical strength, but certainly because of their aces up their sleeves. I would like to point out to you that DORKS now have an access to the hell world, which is really risky for humans. Okay, yes, the portal is small, but it is still too large an access that cannot be put into human hands. Speaking instead of the Cherubs, well... then, I'm not saying that I wasn't expecting their return, but I was expecting it in hell. These little angels were kicked out of heaven for mistakenly killing a human they were supposed to save. I don't see blocking them on earth as a reasonable choice, it would have been more sensible to send them to hell. But then I thought: "Maybe it works like in Hazbin Hotel." If you don't know what I'm talking about, I'll refresh your memory! In HH (Another work by Vivienne located in the same universe) Sir Pentious, to deserve heaven, died sacrificing himself for his friends. So I thought the same thing goes for the Cherubs. As long as the members of the I.M.P do not kill them, they will remain stationary on earth and will never fall into hell as they deserve. The Cherubs are now no longer as powerful without their angelic bows, although together with our imps they are two much lower ranked species - so it might even be a fair fight - but they are not as powerful as they could be before, so I see them at the moment irrelevant because they are not enemies to be feared, and I can say that they are lucky not to be dead yet. Although, I can say that their trip to the Lust ring made me laugh a lot, as they looked at the Sex Toys store with shocked faces.

GUYS LOOK IT'S FIZZ✨️ MY BABY🥹

Okay - back to us. Here we come to the crucial moment we've all been waiting for, the meeting between Blitz and Stolas. Please know that when I saw all this I didn't know how to react and even now I can't explain to you how I feel about it. Stolas here was heartbroken to walk away from Blitz, but knows it's the right thing for both of them. He always wanted a relationship with him, with his first friend, and he thought he was succeeding after seeing him again for a long time, but he knew that deep down this was a forced relationship, a sexual relationship with benefits on both sides, and therefore Blitz was forced to stay with Stolas and he didn't want that. With the crystal of Asmodeus he revealed his feelings and how he cared about him, using a calm and comforting tone, given that from the beginning he was afraid of ruining everything. Here in this thread Blitz takes it for role play, but only after he realizes he's serious does he start to get angry, not because he did anything wrong, but just because he was dumping him and ignoring him while he was trying to express himself.

Blitz from the beginning has always been with Stolas to receive something, even when his father "sold" him as entertainment for little Stolas in the episode "The Circus", let's remember the first episode of this season. But Blitz had gotten on well with Stolas and didn't hate him in any way, in fact perhaps he thought he had made a friend that he didn't want at first. Unfortunately, however, as Blitz grew up, with everything he went through, he put negative things about himself into his head, things that perhaps people told him, things that unfortunately he wasn't able to handle and therefore others identified him as an asshole. So he just behaved as usual knowing that sooner or later everyone will take flight and leaving him alone, something he said in episode six of the first season: "Truth Seekers". So Blitz's way of reacting is the consequence of everything he's been through. It's obvious that he doesn't believe what Stolas says when he tells him that he would have wanted a relationship with him, because no one loves him and therefore he wouldn't see why Stolas should do it. When he yells at him he cries because the fact that Stolas was dumping him hurts him, because even if he is with him for selfish purposes, he was MAYBE fond of that bond. I say maybe because until now Blitz has never confessed that he loves Stolas, but even if he did he would hide it because once again he doesn't believe that anyone could love someone like him. Blitz has always had a bad view of royals, which we can also see in episode six of this season: “OOPS.” When Blitz reveals to Fizz that the royals are all the same and that they treat their own kind (the imps) inferior. Maybe he learned this thing growing up from his father, we don't really know why Blitz has this bad vision of high-ranking demons, I can only think that he experienced it as a child with his father. I don't justify the way Blitz reacted because he could have been more calm like Stolas was, but here we must also point out that our owl demon did not want communication with him. What he said to him is definitely horrible, because he didn't expect these thoughts from him. But saying goodbye to him and teleporting him out wouldn't have made things any better. Ask yourself why he thinks that way! Speak. If it ended badly it's because there was very little communication here, but also remembering that in their entire relationship they never spoke seriously, not even about the stupidest thing. If you remember, in "Western Energy" the fourth episode of this season, in the scene where Stolas is in the hospital we can see all the messages they exchanged, from the Ozzie's incident up to that moment. There we can see that it was Blitz who didn't want to have some kind of discussion/argument with Stolas, always responding with curt answers and implying that he didn't want to talk. Here it is Stolas who does not engage in the discussion, distraught by the imp's abrupt words. I'm not blaming Stolas, but I'm pointing out that if there would have been more communication, things would have ended differently. Ultimately, they both cared about each other: Stolas because he thought about giving freedom to the little imp and Blitz because he doesn't accept the "separation" with him. Because a normal demon in Blitz's place would not have cared that they would never see each other again because now he can carry on with his business without necessarily having the grimoire, therefore being able to easily access the earth without problems. But the fact that he reacted and that he even let off steam by crying, I find it painful for him who is growing little by little and significant. Stolas has also grown and we have all seen and appreciated this. For me there is no best or worst because they are characters who have a lot to tell and I can't wait to see them again.

What do you think of this episode? If I have to be honest (don't kill me) I wasn't thrilled. In the end the conversation between Stolas and Blitz lasts only five minutes and as mentioned before, due to the lack of communication there wasn't anything that justified my hype for the release of the episode. It was certainly destined to end like this, leaving us on tenterhooks, but it wasn't as tough as I expected. I thought the episode would focus only on them, but by putting the cherubs and DORKS fighting with the rest of the I.M.P I found it a little pointless, I mean I didn't expect to see it in this episode! Obviously I don't want to judge or say that this episode sucks, absolutely not! For me Vivienne will always be an artist to love and I don't judge her for a single episode. For me the other episodes of this season hold many more surprises, but in case I'm wrong then I might reevaluate this episode. But in my humble opinion I would have preferred it to be shorter so as to focus only on the two. Anyway, this is where our conversation ends! I hope you enjoyed it and let me know what you think and what rating you would give to this episode. For me it's a 7/10, beacuse i still crying-😔

-Sorry for my english!!

[howlingday]

Beacon Class of '24

Warning: The following dialogue contains material that may be too hostile and disturbing. Reader discretion is advised.

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Yang: Is this what cam-girls feel like?

Weiss: I feel like cam-girls do a little more than we did.

Yang: At least those girls get paid! We have to flirt with that dork for free!

Weiss: It's not for free. We lost a bet. We don't get paid, it's just hoin' pro-bono.

Yang: Why would put up flirting with Jaune in the first place?

Weiss: What? You thought Blake could steal that hot dog roller?

Yang: Well, no, but... Ugh... That whole class yesterday. "Wow, Jaune~! Your One Piece drawings are so good~!" Ick!

Weiss: That's not the worst part. Everyone had to watch us do that was the worst part.

Yang: And he probably won't leave me alone for a month now. He's gonna go home and make characters of us in his games.

Weiss: He'll probably make us in Larceny at Large.

Yang: You can make characters in Larceny at Large?

Weiss: Do I look like bitch who would know?

Yang: Whatever. God, I need Mygone. (Fiddles in bra) H-Hey, where'd-?!

Weiss: (Pops pill in mouth)

Yang: Bitch, that was my last Mygone! How'd you take that?!

Weiss: Quick hands. Hm. Mygone and titties. What a combo.

Yang: Goes together like peanut butter and Pain-Away.

Weiss: This is true!

Yang: Ugh, yeah, he kept doing that, too! Like he has to be a fucking expert or something.

Weiss: It can't be worse than, "Uh... Okaaay?"

Yang: FUCK! I HATED how he said that!

Weiss: Like he has to be the gay comic relief cat in a fucking Whimsy cartoon.

Yang: This is true~.

Weiss: This is true~!

Yang: Quite the interesting outfit~.

Weiss: Yes, indeed~.

Yang: Stop screaming, we're having sex~!

Pyrrha: What are you girls up to? It sounds like you had a class with Jaune.

Weiss: She has BurgerQueen! Pyrrha, where'd you get BurgerQueen?!

Pyrrha: ...BurgerQueen.

Weiss: Bitch, give me a fry!

Pyrrha: Is that how you ask?

Weiss: Bitch, please give me a fry!

Yang: And yeah, we had a class with Jaune.

Pyrrha: (Feeds Weiss a fry) I could tell. He was drawing pictures the whole class.

Yang: No...

Weiss: What were we doing in the pictures?

Pyrrha: Just cute things, like holding hands and making kissy faces.

Yang: Weiss, we're gonna get murdered! We're gonna get murdered by a guy who gets motion sickness from riding a fucking bike!

Weiss: At least he won't torture us, since he'd get even more motion sick from carrying our bodies.

Pyrrha: Yes, well, I ripped them up. Not because I'm jealous or anything, but because I respect you both too much. I'm definitely not into Jaune at all.

Yang: You're the best, P-Money~!

Pyrrha: I know. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go sell the janitor Drow-Zs. Later. (Leaves)

Weiss: She has got to be the hottest bitch ever.

Yang: I love her hair.

Weiss: ...Hey, what's gayer? Dating a girl or wanting a girl to have sex with your dead body?

Yang: Uh... Dating a girl?

Weiss: (Sighs) Yup. Still straight.

POP!

Yang: What the hell was that?

Weiss: It's probably the air conditioning unit exploding again.

Yang: Oh... Fuck, that scared the shit out of me.

POP! POP!

Yang: Huh. That's a lot of AC units.

Goodwitch: (Via PA) Attention faculty and students, we are in an emergency lockdown. Please follow emergency guidelines.

Yang: ...What the fuck was that about?

POP! POP! POP!

Jaune: (Muffled) COME AND GET SOME!

Weiss: Is that...

Yang: Jaune's fucking snapped! We gotta get the fuck outta here!

Weiss: Huh...

Yang: What do you mean, "huh"?! Let's go!

Weiss: Relax, Yang. There's no way he'd come for us. He likes us, so we're the last people he'd want to kill. Just chill out.

Yang: Easy for you to say! YOU TOOK MY LAST MYGONE! (Runs to door)

Yang: (Walks back)

Weiss: I thought you were escaping.

Yang: The doors are locked down.

POP!

Weiss: Oof... That was a big one.

Yang: You won't be in Volume 4.

Cardin: (Muffled) Is this because I ripped up your anime books?

Jaune: THEY'RE NOT ANIME BOOKS! THEY'RE CALLED MANGA!

POP!

Jaune: MAAANGAAAAAA!

POP! POP! POP!

Jaune: Anime girls are better than real women!

[vodika-vibes]

Sinker x Reader

Summary: You and your boyfriend try to find a way to beat the summer heat.

Pairing: Sinker x Reader

Word Count: 988

Warnings: Domestic Fluff

Songs: None

A/N: This story is brought to you by the fact that it's the beginning of September and 100 fucking degrees outside. The Clone of choice was suggested by @starrrgazingbunny

Divider made by saradika

“It’s so hot...” You say to your boyfriend of 6 months as you lay on the floor in your kitchen, in front of the fridge with the door wide.

“It’s just a little heat, sweetheart, you’ll live.” Sinker, in spite of his words, is laying on the floor next to you with an ice pack pressed against his face.

“No, no. I think I’m actually melting.” You say as you turn your head to look at him, “...I think your ice pack is melted.”

He sighs and drops the cool water pack on the floor between them, “It is.”  He pauses, “Maybe we should go to the Barracks? I’m sure their AC still works.”

“I thought Wolffe said that if he sees you again before the end of the week he’ll kill you.” You reply as you grab the ice pack and sit up to throw it in the freezer.

“He was just exaggerating.” Sinker replies, “Maybe.”

“Oh, I know! You can fix-”

“Absolutely not.”

You huff and sit back down on the floor, and then decide to pull out the big guns. So you lay back on the floor, and then promptly roll so you’re laying on top of Sinker, “Please?” You ask as you rest your chin on his chest and look up at him with sad eyes.

“Do you think saying ‘please’ and batting your pretty eyes at me will get me to do what you want?” Sinker asks, “Because normally you’d be right, but it’s too damn hot.”

“You think I have pretty eyes?” You ask, distracted.

Sinker laughs, his arms coming up to hook around you, “They’re probably my favorite feature of yours.” He pauses, and shifts his head slightly to look down at your body, “Your second favorite feature,” He corrects with a salacious grin.

“You’re such a pervert.” You grumble.

“You knew this about me when you agreed to go on a date, gorgeous.” He lifts his head and kisses the top of your head. “Also, I need you to get off me. It’s too hot for affection.”

You laugh, but acquiesce to him and roll back onto the floor. You lay there silently for a moment, and then you groan, “Okay, I’m done.” You sit up, “On your feet, handsome. We’re going somewhere else.”

He groans theatrically, “You want to go out into the more heat?”

“We��re going swimming, you dork.”

“...we are?”

You offer him your hand, and he smiles gently, and gets to his feet without your help. “I thought the pool in this building was closed?”

“It is. But there’s a massive lake not far from here which is open for swimming.” You tug him out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, before you release his hand and start digging through your dresser.

“I don’t own a swimsuit, sweetheart.” Sinker reminds you, as he sits on the bed and entertains himself with watching you flutter from one side of the bedroom to the other.

“Yeah you do.”

“...no, I’m fairly certain I don’t.”

You let out a triumphant shout, and emerge from the dresser with a set of gray swim shorts, “Here there are!” You hand them to Sinker, who takes them and unfolds them.

They’re gray, with the symbol of the wolfpack on the left leg, “I paid good money for that design,” You say with a grin as you pull out your own bathing suit, a black bikini with an identical symbol on your left hip, “And we’ll match!”

Sinker stares at you, his eyes wide, “You…got us matching swimsuits?” He asks.

“Well, yeah. And matching towels. And, because I have more money than sense, I also bought you an entire summer wardrobe-” You pause, “Too much?” You ask sheepishly.

“..Do you have any idea how much I love you?” Sinker asks, a lovesick smile on his face.

You blush and turn away from him, “Well, you have mentioned it a time or two, but if you want to tell me again-” You squeal when you feel his arms hook around your waist and he tugs you back against his chest. “I thought you said it’s too hot for affection,” You tease, as you reach back and lightly stroke his cheek.

“I would never say that.” Sinker mumbles against your neck, “That was clearly the Devil talking through me.”

You laugh, “Is that right?”

“Absolutely.” He rests his chin on your shoulder, “So…can I see you in your swimsuit?” Sinker asks, “Please?”

“Why?”

“Well, you can’t just spring a bathing suit, a bathing suit in my colors, on me and expect me to handle it well, sweetheart.” He says reasonably, “I need to make sure I’m able to function while you’re wearing it.”

“So what you’re saying is you’re worried I’ll be distracting.”

“What can I say, I’m a weak man. Besides, I bet you’ll be much cooler in your swimsuit.” Sinker prods easily.

“Right, until you decide you can’t keep your hands off me.” You remind him with a fond smile.

“Well, I can’t do that anyway. Please?”

You turn in his arms, “Do you think you can just say please, and bat your pretty eyes and I’ll do what you want?” You ask, repeating his question from earlier.

“Will you?”

“Yeah, of course.” You lean in and kiss him, “I’m just as weak for you, after all.”

He groans, “Babe, you can’t say stuff like that to me.”

You laugh and step out of his arms. You grin at him, and back into your bathroom, “I need to rinse off before we go anywhere.” You say impishly. You leave the bathroom door open. “Are you coming or not, Sinker?”

He throws his bathing suit on the bed and hurries into the bathroom after you. He flings your swimsuit into the bedroom, and kicks the bathroom door shut. You dissolve into giggles, well aware that you aren’t making it to the lake today.