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[ellecdc]

Poly!moonwater are the type to be relieved when plans to go out are cancelled. Rem will say loudly as he's talking on the phone- oh no, you can't make it? And reg and r will already be changing into comfy clothes and getting snacks and they'll all be cuddled together before the phone call even ends

mimi: *sends in thoughts/request* mimi: *waits 3 months for lexy to respond* sooorrrrryyyy for the wait! I loved this prompt and hoarded it until inspiration struck

poly!moonwater x fem!reader who loves cancelled plans

Regulus was crouched in front of you as he helped you slide your heels on when Remus’s phone started ringing.

“Hello?”

Regulus tapped your left foot to encourage you to lift it for him.

“Hey Prongs!”

You both paused in your actions and whipped your head towards your boyfriend to see him already looking at you.

“No, no. We haven’t left yet; we’re just at the door.”

Regulus slowly rose from his crouched position; helping you balance in your awkward one-heel-on stance. 

“Oh really! The poor thing…” Remus cooed sympathetically in a manner both you and Regulus knew was mostly for show. “I’m sorry to hear he’s feeling poorly.”

You finally opted to put your shoed foot back onto the ground as your naked-foot leg began to ache in your flamingo stance. 

“Blimey, no don’t worry at all, we’re totally fine to reschedule.”

And that was all it took for Regulus to crouch back down to undo the buckle of your heel as you all but ripped your jacket off of your shoulders. 

“I hope the rest of you don’t catch it, too.” 

Regulus hung both of your jackets up before pulling Remus’ off his shoulders too; you having long since fled further into the flat at the news of your newly free evening. 

“No, Sirius is definitely the worst sick person.” Remus agreed as he bit back a chuckle watching you come sliding (literally) down the hardwood floors in your fuzzy socks (which he’s asked you not to do as you were going to hurt yourself) and what he recognized to be one of his old t-shirts. 

“Well, you could just lock them both in Haz’s room until the flu has passed; save you and Lil’s the trouble.” 

Regulus appeared around the corner then, donned in his own pyjamas before joining you in the kitchen. 

“No you’re right.” Remus agreed, leaning against the doorframe to watch you and Reg in a practised sort of dance through the kitchen as you grabbed wine glasses and he grabbed the wine before quickly exchanging sides of the kitchen for him to grab bowls and you to grab snacks. “That would be cruel to poor Haz.” 

You had the wine glasses in one hand and a bag of crisps in the other as you went to pass Remus in the doorway, pausing to lean up on your tiptoes for a kiss he quickly reciprocated. 

“Alright, no worries. Yeah, no absolutely, not a problem at all. We’ll catch up soon; hope Haz feels better, give Lily our best! Okay, yup, alright, bye.”

Remus all but tossed his phone onto the kitchen counter, turning to beeline it to your bedroom in order to change into his own comfies before joining you and Reg in the living room. 

You were already curled up in the corner of the sofa as you scrolled through movie options while Regulus poured a glass of wine, placing a kiss to your head as he handed it to you. 

“Harry’s poorly; has a fever.” Remus explained as he pressed a kiss to Regulus' hair before settling next to you on the couch.

You both made sympathetic cooing sounds, though neither of you turned to look at him. 

“Do you guys want Thai or Italian?” Regulus asked as he handed Remus a glass of wine with one hand and scrolled through his phone with the other.

You and Remus both answered Thai in unison as Regulus placed an order for delivery. 

“We should do this more often.” You said with a content sigh as Remus cuddled up beside you.

“Yeah?” Remus said with a chuckle. “What? Stay in?” 

“Cancel plans.” Regulus answered for you before sitting on the floor between you and Remus. 

“Technically we didn’t cancel plans, James did.” Remus corrected.

You snorted into your wine glass. “Even better.”

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Kisses to My Exes (m)

Pairings: Yunho x Reader

Genre: Smut, PWP

Word Count: 2k~

Warnings: It´s a smut so +18 MDNI.

I sat down and wrote this in 20 minutes and never looked at it again, I´m not responsible for anything under the read more button.

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You should have let Mingi sleep on the floor.

You should have slept on the floor.

Anything but this.

Jeong Yunho was snoring next to you, his arm slightly touching yours because the bed just had to be minuscule. They were right earlier, Mingi would not fit next to Yunho, hence why you had to give him the cabin´s couch. Thinking back on it now, you could have asked to share the bed with Mingi instead of going through this and the realization made you groan louder than you planned to - but Yunho didn´t seem to be bothered by it, deep in his slumber state.

You should not have downed all that wine.

You were restless, tossing and turning in bed for hours, eyes glued to the dark ceiling and huffing in annoyance at yourself. You know how wine gets you, and you still went there and drank a whole bottle of it with your friends at their cabin. Of course you didn´t think about how you´d have to come back to your own cabin later with your ex-boyfriend  - out of all people - and his best friend. Now there you were, horny enough to climb the walls and nothing you could do about it.

Every option already crossed your mind: Locking yourself in the bathroom? With the two of them right outside? Ew, cringe. Taking a shower? The noise would wake them up, even worse than the first idea. Just going to sleep? Well, that´s what you´ve been trying to do for the past hour, but the throbbing in between your legs was not allowing you to.

The covers were too hot but when you took them off, the room was too cold, your pillow was too thin and the tags on your shirt were bugging you. Everything was wrong and you just wanted to scream in frustration –

“Will you quit moving?” Yunho´s deep sleepy voice made you jump in surprise, immediately turning your face to look at him. He didn´t even open his eyes, but you could see by his facial expression that he was annoyed.

The two of you didn´t exactly break up in good terms; actually, you could bet this was the first time he spoke to you alone since then. You don´t hate him - even though you´re the one who broke things off - and you guess he doesn´t hate you either. He is mad at you, though. Has been for the past five months.

“Did I wake you up?”

“You´re practically dancing in bed, what do you think?” He groaned, finally opening his eyes to look at you – and boy did they look angry.

“Sorry.”

Yunho sighed deeply before closing his eyes and trying to go back to sleep. You genuinely felt bad for waking him up so you did your best to stay as still as possible, but the motionless position apparently made the throbbing more evident and it was starting to ache. You squeezed your thighs together to try and relieve some of the pain, noticing how Yunho´s breathing was deeper once again. He always fell asleep so easily, it amazed you, truly.

After what felt like hours – but were probably 15 minutes - you allowed yourself to move again, trying to find a more comfortable position, anything that would get you to fucking sleep.

“Y/N, I swear to God,” The deep voice surprised you once again, raspy from just waking up.

“I´m sorry,” Your voice on the other hand was small in shame, you truly didn´t mean to bother him, you were just so uncomfortable.

With another sigh, you heard Yunho shifting in bed until he was spooning you, his chest pressing against your back so casually, “If I help you out, will you let me sleep?”

“Help me out?” You practically stuttered, gob smacked by the sudden touch and the question.

“Y/N, we dated for almost 3 years. I know when you´re horny.”

“Oh.”

“I´m tired so don´t expect too much.”

You didn´t know what else to say besides a weak “Ok.”

You held your breath as Yunho´s hand expertly snaked its way down your sleep shorts and into your panties, a moan of relief slipping past your lips once his fingers traced your slit for the first time. The hot air from his lazy chuckle hit the back of your neck once he felt how wet you were, his pads continuing to trace your slit back and forth to spread it all around.

This didn´t have to be weird considering his fingers had already been inside of you many times before – and Yunho had such nice fingers, so long and slender, so clean and delicate, so beautiful. The thought alone had you clenching around nothing, bucking your hips against said fingers so he´d do something.

Yunho followed through with his words of not doing anything fancy, not bothering with teasing you or toying with you like he used to in the past. It was clear that his sole goal was to get you off as fast as possible so he could go back to sleep, and when the wet pad of his middle finger found your clit, drawing small circles against it, you were sure his wish would become true sooner than later.

As expected from someone who had been fucking you daily for the past years, Yunho immediately noticed how you were having a hard time trying to keep your moans in, his free hand instinctively finding your mouth and forcing two of his fingers inside to keep you quiet. He had to shut his eyes at the feeling of you moaning around his fingers because God, he missed your mouth. Another thing that was driving him insane, was the way you kept grinding your hips against his fingers chasing your high, therefore, rubbing your ass against his cock on accident every other second – He had to bite his bottom lip so you wouldn´t hear him groan.

When Yunho felt you were getting more agitated against him, he slipped a finger into you - and not even the way he pressed your tongue down kept your moan inside. Yes you broke up with him, and yes you´d never admit it, but no man would ever compare to Yunho. His fingers just reached places no one could ever, and he truly knew you inside out.

You could feel all of his knuckles rubbing against your walls, pumping into you slowly a few times before adding another finger, curling them so he could find the spots that got you clenching around him – which again, took zero to no effort.

“Already?” He chuckled darkly, noticing how you were already digging your nails into the pillow in desperation.

Since you couldn´t speak, you simply nodded, bucking your hips against his fingers because it just felt so good. In the middle of the woods, in that quiet cabin, you could hear so clearly the sound of his fingers pumping into you, in and out.

“It must be sad, huh? Not having me to fuck you anymore,” His voice sounded so raw and rough.

You moaned at his words, feeling close to the edge in record time. He was right, it was devastating.

“Bet you miss my cock every day,” His lips were slightly touching your neck as he spoke and it was driving you insane, especially with the way he sped up his fingers. “And I´m sure you imagine it´s me every time someone else is fucking you.”

Once again, he was right, but he didn´t need to know that.

Yunho´s fingers left your mouth once you didn´t answer, finding its new home around your throat, choking you hard enough to cut out your blood flow but not enough that you couldn´t breathe or talk, holding you close against him. Some animalistic part of him saying you were still his. Your hands clawed at his arm and you pressed your face against your pillow so you wouldn´t wake up Mingi as his best friend fucked you open with his fingers.

“Yunho,” You moaned, warning you were close.

“I know. You´re squeezing me so tight I can barely move my fingers.”

He removed his fingers then, leaving you empty for a second before the pads of his fingers were rubbing your clit once again, trying to tip you over the edge faster, applying the right amount of pressure as he drew fast eights against you. Your body was already stiff, preparing for the wave that was about to hit, the sensation quickly growing inside of you.

Yunho felt so big behind you, his groans sounded so hot against your ear and you realized you missed this, you missed him. You held onto his wrist for dear life and closed your eyes, paying attention to each drag of his skin against your sensitive walls, and the second he tightened his hold against your throat, you let it crash down.

Your body shook violently as pleasure took over your whole body, slowly reaching every edge of you. Yunho was quick to cover your mouth with his hand, your moans muffled by his palm as he continued his ministrations, watching you crumble down in his hold. He continued until your eyes were open once again, your breathing labored but stable, your body spasming in aftershocks. He continued feeling you until you were whining over being too sensitive, until you were pushing his hand that was covering your mouth away.

As you tried to come down, you felt Yunho fixing your panties back in place, turning to look at him when he retrieved his hand, watching how he sucked his fingers clean unceremoniously. You were in awe. You wish only love and mind-blowing sex were enough to hold a relationship.

“Thank you,” You managed to breathe out after a minute of silence. When he didn´t answer, you motioned with your head towards his sweatpants, “Want some help too?”

You could see how hard he was, and not only that, but you could feel his cock throbbing against your ass the whole time he was fingering you. The way he kept unconsciously grinding into you is probably one of the reasons you came so fast.

“I´m good. Let me sleep now,” And with that, he simply turned around, giving you his back. “Goodnight.”

Oh, he was really mad at you.

“Goodnight.”

[scififettuccine]

Victoria Neuman x Fem!Reader: Darts

Pairing: Victoria Neuman x Fem!Reader

Summary: Quick One-Shot Hurt/Comfort! Your girlfriend finds you playing darts in your office, and she can tell that something is up. If there's one thing Victoria doesn't like, it's seeing her girlfriend upset.

Word Count: 1.25k

Warnings: Darts (?), mentions of Homelander, mentions of Homelander being a whore, mentions of family death, glass cuts, corrupt government system, Vicky being a raging lesbian

Notes: I wrote this after playing darts for 3 hours. As you can see the concept has infected my brain. IF YOU DON"T UNDERSTAND HOW CRICKET WORKS WITH DARTS I'M VERY SORRY. (And honestly I don't know if the way my family plays is exactly right so don't come after me Dart Experts.) I know I put up a pole, and this option lost by a long shot, but half of it was already written and I needed to finish it since it was super gut wrenching <3

Your parents had added to the growing number of many unnecessary obituaries that came out of Homelander’s career. It happened around this time, ten years ago. Your parents had owned a bakery in the city, and on a hot day ten summers back, someone attempted to rob their small business. Of course, after the authorities were called, Vought added their golden boy to the scene. They must have expected some sort of heroic story, with a headline like “The Seven’s Homelander saves the lives of two elderly bakers, and keeps the beloved business open.” But instead of that headline, they weren't mentioned in any headline…Only in the obituary section of a few local newspapers due to Vought covering up Homelander’s sloppy use of his heat vision. The last you saw of your parents' bodies was the bottom half of one…and the top half of the other. You were twenty, planning your parent’s funeral all on your own from your dorm room halfway across the country. All Vought sent was a card extending their deepest condolences, signed by the company's CEO, and Homelander himself. Since then? You’ve had a vendetta against Homelander and Vought as a whole. Coincidentally, that's how you met your girlfriend, Victoria Neuman, and started working for The Federal Bureau of Superhuman Affairs.

You had been in your office all day, admittedly drowning yourself in work so you didn't have to think about it all. But once there was nothing else to drown yourself in, you cracked open another redbull and decided to play a game of darts. Since you didn't have a partner, you just decided to time yourself to see how long it would take you to clear the scoreboard: Three twenties, three nineteens, three eighteens, three seventeens, three sixteens, three fifteens, and three bullseyes. And of course…all your attempts were aimed at the sympathy card that had turned ten years old this morning. You played darts often, so you had gotten down to the bullseyes within 10 minutes. Yet the more you missed, the more you got upset…the more your mind drifted. You thought about what might have happened had you not gone off to college.

Double ninteens.

You thought about what might have happened had you just stayed and helped to better the family business.

Double sixteens.

You thought about what would have happened if you would have answered the phone when they called you earlier that day.

Shattered glass.

You gasped as the last dart you threw hit the frame you had hung on the wall, housing a photo of you and your parents holding a photo of you and your parents at your highschool graduation. You shook your head as you walked over to the mess…the dart you had thrown had pierced right through the center of the photo…right through your face. It was lodged deep into the wall, due to the force of your throw. You wanted to cry, scream out of frustration even…But a voice broke you out of your thoughts.

“Everything alright in here, pretty girl…?” You heard the voice of your girlfriend and turned around, stepping over a bit to try and hide the mess of glass shards. When your eyes met hers, there was a concerned look on her face.

“Yeah…Yeah. It’s all good, Vic. I just knocked a picture frame off the wall.” You said, desperately trying to make your voice sound a little more upbeat than it truly was. Vicky raised a brow and looked up at the dart sticking out of the wall, then over to the dart board, and then to the card that was push-pinned to the dart board. Her gaze immediately softened, and her heart dropped.

“Baby…” She started, walking further into your office so she could close the door behind her. You shook your head and turned back around, trying to pick up some of the bigger glass shards with your hands.

“I’m fine. It’s not-” You cut yourself off with a wince as a piece of the glass slit your palm. “Shit-” Vicky shook her head and quickly moved to your side. She took your hand and turned your palm so the glass you had collected would fall back into the pile.

“You’re not fine. And you’re clearly not thinking straight if you're picking up broken glass with your bare hands, you're smarter than that.” Vicky sighed, moving to untuck her dress shirt so she could wipe the blood from your palm. It was moments like these where you truly understood how much Vicky cared about you. She would ruin a perfectly white dress shirt just to wipe blood off of a small cut. “You’ve gotta talk to me, pretty girl…What’s going on? You’ve been in here all day, there's 3 empty cans of RedBull on your desk, and you just threw a dart through a picture frame. Talk. Now.” You sighed and tried to pull your hand away, to which she held it a bit tighter.

“I can’t fucking stand it. How Vought gets off scott free after every fucked up thing they do. I was twenty years old, planning my parents' funeral from my dorm room. And what was he doing? Probably getting sucked off by some higher up for ‘a job well done.’ My parents were the only people I had. I sat in the first pew of that church alone. Completely and utterly alone.” You paused to take a breath, and pointed to the card pinned to the dart board. “That’s all I got. That’s all I have to show for it. I got…what? A fifty cent card with a bogus apology and two signatures on it? My parents were-” You choked on your words. “My parents were fucking sliced in half-” Your voice seemed to have left you as Vicky pulled you against her chest, being careful of the pile of glass shards.

“I know, baby…I know.” She cooed softly, tracing patterns on your back. Admittedly, you just sobbed into her shoulder, clutching onto her blazer as if it would disappear if you didn't. The two of you just sat like that. You couldn't even say how long. It was just the two of you, Vicky whispering comforting words to you as you let the ten years of suppressed emotions finally find some relief. “You are so strong, honey…And so incredibly loved, I want you to know that. You never have to hide these things from me. Whenever you want to talk about it, I'm here. I don’t care if I’m at a meeting with the god damn president…I’ll get to you as fast as I can.” Vicky pulled your face off her shoulder, and wiped your tears ever so gently. “I love you…So fucking much. It hurts me to see you like this.” Vicky herself was almost choked up at the sight of you in such sadness. She kissed your lips softly, before she moved to press her forehead against yours, her hands holding both sides of your face. “What can I do to make you feel even just a little bit better…? Say the word and it's yours.” She whispered. You swallowed and took a breath as you placed your hands over hers.

“Ice cream…and a Band-Aid.” You replied softly. Vicky laughed and squeezed your cheeks ever so slightly. 

“That's it? Just ice cream and a Band-Aid? You could have anything and you chose ice cream and a Band-Aid?” She smiled and shook her head, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips.

“Yeah…That’s it.” You replied softly.

“Alright pretty girl…what flavor?”

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Well...what can I say? Shes my favorite. Hope you liked it as much as I did, most likely starting either Butcher x Supe!Reader or Soldier Boy x Sidekick!Reader real soon depending on the results of the pole...It's been really really close! Adieu!

[giftober]

Hello everyone!! welcome to our 3rd round of Giftober!! 👋🪄

It´s so good to be back!! Last year event was fabulous so I really wanted to meet you all again finally!

If it´s your first time in this blog, I officially started this 2 years ago, with the idea that these October 31 prompts can specially inspire, encourage and support gifmakers across all fandoms!

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Tropes

Mirrors

Romance

Green

Joy

Spring/Autumn

Yellow

Hands

Countries

Music

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[teeth2go]

Keep Your Mask On - I can see through it

they/them!MC x Leander

Warnings: Rated T. Mild mind-games. Maybe fluffy??? It's Leander so it could be worse. Word Count: 3.5k Word Density: mc, leander, hand, down, eyes, waiting.

What if a shy and somewhat manipulative MC beat Leander at his own game? Everybody is a winner.

It had already been a few weeks since Leander first held MC's cursed hands in his own. It was actually the first time anyone held MC's hands without immediately try to kill them.

Despite the initial shock of the experience, MC was slowly growing accustomed it. At the end of most days, the two of them would sit and chat in one of the booths at the Wet Wick, hands linked for few precious minutes.

MC had gotten into the habit of waiting around for him if they returned home before he did. "Home" being the same room Leander had gifted them the key to. They found a couple of interesting things in the bedside drawers, confirming some of the public rumors of his private escapades. Aside from the ones he freely admitted to of his own volition.

So there they were, again, waiting for their personal playboy as dusk crept up on the dingy street. They had begun helping out the bartender with small tasks instead of simply taking up space whilst waiting. This awarded the bartender a much appreciated opportunity to step away and deal with other things that kept her business in working order. It never hurt to be on good terms with your landlord. Even if you do live in a dive-bar.

The bar itself, counter and stools, served as a barrier between them and the many strangers who passed through the front door each night. People almost always traveled in groups after nightfall, and those groups very quickly added up into sizeable crowds that MC found overwhelming.

Sometimes a curious single from said crowds would venture up to MC and try their luck, only to consistently be turned down. Aside from the obvious issue of their hands, the casual advancements only reminded them more and more of what they were really craving, and of who they were waiting for.

In spite of his frequent innuendos and constant flirting, Leander's perpetual bashfulness remained one of their favorite cracks in his mask. MC was a glutton for the butterflies it gave them.

The night was slow, or about as slow as it ever got around there. Currently there were no brawls, which was always a boon.

MC helped themself to sampling some of the more exclusive spirits and enjoyed the warm buzz it created. They listened to nothing in particular as they focused only on slowly drying off the freshly washed wine glasses. The drowning chatter of the greater room faded out to an incomprehensible white noise.

The bar maids were responsible for serving the customers, so MC was safe to hide behind the counter and look unapproachable, a convenience for collecting their thoughts.

They thought mostly about Leander and the obvious masks he wore every day. They used to wonder where the mask began and his authenticity ended. It didn't take long for MC to figure out that he was indeed a performance artist, and the performances were part of the package deal. Not unlike the bright markings on a venomous animal.

MC also wasn't oblivious to the suspicious second life he led with the Blood Hounds. He had several roles to fill, and in order to balance it all without revealing his full hand, he donned those masks to survive. A quote came to mind. Something about "Nothing personal, it's just business."

MC understood the mentality but they wanted be part of his personal motives, not just business. As sure as fondness was growing between them, MC would have been a complete fool to expect him to actually lower his guard for simply nothing in exchange. Crossing his boundaries by simply expecting special treatment was not an option. They were going to meet him halfway, but that couldn't happen if neither of them stepped forward.

The next inevitable step in their relationship was gnawing on MC's mind. The cause of their hesitations, the whole reason they were over-thinking where they stood with him. It was something he'd humorously offered several times, and they absolutely did want to take him up on it, but the right conversation needed to happen first.

They felt his presence before his fingertips made contact with their shoulder. It didn't startle them, but it did manage to shake them out of their thoughts.

"Hello, Eridia to (MC)? Anyone home?" Leander called out to them. He must have been trying to get their attention while they were ignoring the noise of the livening building.

He was completely leaned over the top of the bar, arms reached out across the distance, knees balanced on the bar stools. He looked ridiculous. Whatever Blood Hounds had come in with him were already dispersed to their tables and corners of interest, likely somewhat embarrassed by their leader's unprofessional display. MC wouldn't be surprised if Leander had made a beeline for the bar as soon as he spotted them. Again.

His appearance indicated that he had been dragged around the city all day, no doubt wrapped up in his odd jobs and strange connections. There was a very fine layer of dust on his clothes, dulling the shine of his leathers. He looked like he needed a stiff a drink. He began making his way around the bar to help himself.

"Sorry. I was spacing out." MC finally replied.

Leander paused for a moment, looking them up and down, then at the random assortment of mostly full bottles and used shot glasses still sitting out.

"You started without me?" He smirked but his eyes barely made any effort to meet his lips halfway. MC cleared their throat. It used to unnerve them, initially thinking it was an insincere expression at worst, or devastating fatigue at best, but they had spent enough time with him now to recognize a curse when they saw one.

Something about Leander's magic was probably killing him in a way that MC did not yet fully understand. Many signs had been pointing to this conclusion since the very first day they met him.

There was something inside of Leander that was slowly poisoning him, like a silent gas leak in an empty house. It was another reason he wore those metaphorical masks, to cover whatever was slowly rotting his soul away. As much as MC was morbidly curious, the answers to those specific questions could wait. It wasn't worth lighting a match over. Yet.

"Having fun?" He slid past them, using his hand to briefly maneuver their waist out of his way. The touch returned their attention to the moment.

"Mhm, just keeping busy," MC murmured. The glass they were holding was polished perfectly. They wobbled a little, crossing the short aisle and reached up on their toes to slide it into the correct shelf along the wall.

"You know, you don't have to do all of that." Leander said, side-eying their flawed coordination. He'd finished procuring his own drink and flashed his signature smile, instantly filling the closed space with warmth.

MC shuffled back to their spot, leaning heavily against the edge of the sink and selected the next wet glass to work on.

"You really helped yourself to the inventory this time, didn't you?" He chuckled but MC didn't miss the inflection in his tone. Something of a friendly warning.

"Only a few samples. With permission of course," they smiled back at him and waited for his reaction from under their eyelashes.

Instead, he sipped his drink slowly, gazing out at the commotions behind MC. They watched the dark liquid slip past his lips, disappearing into his perfect mouth. MC moved forward to put the next glass away, but was distracted by a stray droplet that was sliding down his chin. They nearly missed their step and began veering to the side.

Leander deftly hooked his arm forward and caught them, allowing MC to recenter their balance. He retracted his arm and bemusedly allowed them to continue on their way, wiping the droplet away with his knuckles.

They completed the task again, and then again. Each time they turned away from the wall of glasses and bottles, they caught Leander moving his eyes away from their direction. He was definitely watching when they stretched up to reach the shelves. MC raised him an inquisitive eyebrow, which earned them a friendly wink. They rolled their eyes, but that restless thought was growing louder.

"I think it's safe to assume you've been down here for a while." He gestured to their sampling. "Hopefully I didn't keep you waiting too long." MC felt their cheeks become a bit warmer and hoped that the blush blended inconspicuously with the one they already had from their buzz.

"Not at all. In fact, I really don't mind helping the bartender while I'm down here."

"Ah, that's very noble of you, but…" he leaned back against the counter directly across from MC, now partially blocking the cabinet. "You don't owe her anything, right?"

MC internally rolled their eyes. They knew exactly where that lecture was going. The Cost of Things in Eridia. Perhaps this was his way of reminding them of their own unspecified outstanding-balance.

That inevitable step forward was about to be taken, but MC wanted to be the first to move. There was something they wanted from him, but they need to ensure that is did not come with a price tag.

"Not exactly, but since we're on the topic, I have found myself indebted to a... friend." They smirked at down at the slow and methodical circles of the rag as they dried the last wine glass, circumventing his prepared lecture.

"Oh?" he sounded genuinely curious, eyes drawn to the gentle movements of their bandaged hands. He watched they way they delicately held the stem of the glass, turning it over in the light, looking for imperfections.

"Promise not to tell anyone but…" They approached the cabinet. He barely stepped aside for them to set it into place. "It's a guy. He's been so helpful and kind to me, but he hasn't asked for much in return," they spoke slowly, waiting for Leander's jealously to take the bait.

"So I've been thinking about how nothing in this life is free, you know? Eventually, I am going to have to pay him back. Even you tell me that nothing is free in Eridia." They pointed out.

Leander wasn't smiling anymore. He leaned forward to hear them better through the noise of the establishment. MC set their rag down and turned to face him, resting their hip against the counter, and regarded him as he became quite serious.

"…you haven't made some kind of deal with this guy yet, have you?" His brow creased ever so slightly. "If you need help, you know I'm here for you, right?" His free hand came to rest at their hip, anxiously ensuring that they remain facing him.

Whether he realized it or not, his possessive nature had recently developed into a obvious display of envy for their attention. Last week Vere had pointed this out to MC, inclusive of a short but obvious warning.

MC was very aware of Leander's jealousy. That was not the problem here. The problem was their own recently budding envy whenever he stepped out for a quick hook-up, leaving them behind.

Waiting for him.

Ais was seemingly the only regular who took notice fofthis more recent development. His advice was… well it less eloquent than Vere's, but he was right nonetheless. MC needed to do something about it already.

They took the first metaphorical step forward.

"Oh no, don't worry. It's not a situation that I can't handle," they reassured him. "But I'm not so naive as to think that he truly has no ulterior reason to share his resources or time with me." MC placed their hand over the one he still had on their hip, and smiled up at him before letting it go. "I also know that we both have our own sort of needs, so to speak. I'm very eager to tell him all of my thoughts on the matter."

His expression flinched and he cocked his head to the side, finally starting to catching on to who this "friend" might be.

"Oh?" the sound came out a lot lower than he probably meant it to. As if to compensate, his hand relaxed from their side, placing it on the counter beside them. He set his drink down and gave them his full attention, deciding to play along with their bashful elusion.

"What exactly is it that you want him to know?"

"Well, with friends, these kind of things are usually as simple as give and take. With strangers, though? Debts are just transactions waiting to be completed. He's not a stranger, and I don't want him to be," they punctuated that last sentence by playfully turning their head the opposite way of his. Challenging him. "So what I'm trying to figure out, is exactly how I can adequately return the favors, as a friend."

MC gazed up into Leander's calm face as they both took the moment to observe each other's body language. His eyes squinted, studying them, savoring the words, collecting his thoughts.

"…and you're going to pay him back...by running up a tab in his name?" A smirk finally broke free from beneath the mask, clearly amused.

MC laughed and waved their hand in the air to dispel the concern.

"I promise there's no tab, I really did get permission from the bartender-" Leander gingerly grabbed their wrapped up hand mid-air.

"Did you have something specific in mind for evening the odds with this friend?" He Interrupted their rambling. He'd been waiting for this very conversation about debts and repayments, and needed them to stay focused. What he didn't understand, though, was this new commentary on friendship, and why they were beating around the bush about it?

He intertwined his fingers with their own, hoping to ease some of their nervousness. Generally, he really did try to make an effort to not to scare them off. A hearty blush bloomed across MC's cheeks, much to Leander's pleasure.

"Well?" He gently urged. MC thought carefully about their next move, not wanting to waste their precious moment of leverage.

"Well. I guess it depends," MC drawled out, slowly reaching for the drink Leander had abandoned. It was right next to them on the counter, so they made sure to brush their arm against him as they reached for it, and then again as they brought the drink it in. They felt the toned muscles in his arm and torso stiffen at the contact. His icy eyes shot up to theirs, questioning the less-than-subtle touches.

"Depends… on what?" He cautioned.

MC brought his glass up to their face, but instead of taking a sip they parted their lips and just barely exposed their soft tongue to kiss at the condensation from the side of the glass he'd sipped from. They felt the moisture wet their lips as the missed dots slid down the glass, catching on their clothed fingers. It had hints of the same berry concoction he first served them weeks ago. They held his icy gaze as his unrestrained hand gripped the counter at the side of their waist, fingernails digging into the wood. His intertwined hand shook a little in their own.

They literally had him in the palms of their hands.

All the light bulbs suddenly went off over Leander's head, and he was not prepared for the sudden, blinding illumination. They had completely caught him off-guard for once. He almost resented the pride welling up in him. His eyes were wide, he held his breath and waited for their next move.

"I guess it depends on what I have to offer. If I'm being realistic, it will probably be some random errands around town." They shrugged, instantly changing their tone and posture to something far more casual, despite being boxed in very close to Leander's warm body. Their demeanor changed as though he wasn't even there. "Maybe delivering a few messages or something equally as boring. I most certainly wouldn't want to wager anything that I couldn't take back as simply transactional." They gave his nervous hand a firm squeeze.

MC watched as his face shifted from confusion, then to shock, and finally settled on disappointment. He looked down at the floor, hummed in admission, and begrudgingly let go of their hand.

"That is understandable," he acknowledged. "You friend would do right to respect you for that decision."

"Mhm, and I feel lucky because I know that he will." They smiled to him, and he returned it with a polite, but sad one.

Was MC always capable of being that cruel? Couldn't they have simply turned him down outright? Why even bother ruffling his feathers like that...?

"So, you want to run errands for him?" He tried to shove the disappointment and confusion down. He would just have to respect their wishes.

"Sure, I don't mind repaying his favors in that way. As long as he understands that the sex is strictly for fun."

Leander choked hard when his breath caught in his throat.

Pleased at his shocked reaction, MC closed their eyes and tasted the actual drink this time. It was indeed exactly the same kind he had once served them all those nights ago.

"Mm, there's nothing quite like the sweetness after the burn," they murmured, licking the residue from their teeth.

When they opened their eyes again, Leander was standing straight and rigid. He was stunned! The nerve of them!!

He wrenched the drink from their grasp and raised it up, tossing the entire thing back in one smooth movement. His slow, steady gulps were expertly practiced from years of living his reckless lifestyle.

MC silently prayed that he wasn't angry, and that they had played their cards just right, dealing him a satisfactory taste of his own lascivious medicine.

Leander sighed after reaching the bottom of the glass.

So that's their play, he thought to himself. He could work with this.

"Is that all?" He grinned like a fox as he set the empty container down, recovering from his surprise. Thank the gods he wasn't put off, but now MC worried for what his response was going be.

"So, you want to keep your work separate from your fun, as a friend?" He summarized.

"Only if he's interested." They felt bold enough to readjust their footing to square him up. His chest completely obscured their vision of the open room that lay out behind him. All they could see now was him, and they were grateful that his broad body obscured their own from potential onlookers at this angle.

On his face, he wore what was quite possibly the cockiest grin they had ever seen. MC couldn't help but shiver under the intensity of his piercing gaze. His eyes sparkled an incandescent green, the only indication that he was preparing himself for extended contact with their curse.

Everything that happened next went much faster than they could have expected it to.

His arm snaked around their lower back, slowly pressing a large hand into the base of their spine. This caused them to slightly arch forward, eliciting a small gasp. He bowed deep, bringing his face almost cheek to cheek beside theirs to murmur into their ear, in a voice low enough that not even Vere's monster ears could have picked up the sound. There was barely a breath of space left between them.

"I think he's very interested." He all but purred, with an uncharacteristically low rumbling that spilled forth from deep within his chest. MC sucked in a sharp breath on reflex and braced their hands against his chest. They squeezed their eyes shut as a dizzying wave of flutters nearly swept them away. He chuckled at their adorable reaction.

They stood like that for a moment. MC felt the chills that ran down their spine melt into a new heat, pooling beneath Leander's hand that was laying flush against their sensitive muscles. MC suddenly realized that he likely had tricks up his sleeve they didn't even know existed.

He took the last half-step forward, and MC instinctively moved backwards, unintentionally pressing their rear into the counter to make space that didn't exist. They accidentally trapped his hand in place by doing so.

The sandwiched position left only a small opening for their face to rest in the crook of his neck. They completely melted into his frame as his grip on the small of their back deepened. He hummed in approval of their nuzzling.

MC would have been embarrassed to death about the public display of lust if they were even capable of producing a single coherent thought in that moment. They were too overwhelmed with reveling in their own self-satisfaction to notice that Leander's other hand was reaching for the other key on his belt.

"What do you say to that?" He purred, the vibrations passing through his body and into MC's, rattling them to the core.

Their breath was hot and sweet, fanning across his neck and mixing with the scent of his body. It was syrupy but sharp, just like his drink. Just like him.

"I hope you don't keep me waiting too long." They whispered.

[cirkkaa]

Hi there! I am currently working on a compilation of the most intimate and implied relationships between Genshin's characters and the traveler, and I would really appreciate your help!!!

Okay so, I've seen your venlumi art and omg its BEAUTIFUL!!! Like Genuinely their dialogue is also so...beautiful and charming!!! And I really want to know more about what you see in them, and what the game says about them for this analysis I'm doing if that's alright with you :>>

Hi! Thank you for your kind words ;; I´m glad you enjoy my art.

As for my venlumi analysis, I´m not the most canon based person but I like to take what I can and feed myself.

(For the record, I play traveler Lumine)

First, what drew me in it´s the chemistry between Lumine and Venti, they are very fun together and somehow very sweet a the same time! One of the things that caught my atention was that Lumine could be flirty with him ( see the dialogue option "The color of your eyes is like the sky in my hometown.") and in restrospective analyzing this phrase, you have to know Lumine doesn´t get many flirty dialogue options, like, ever (I can not recall any other ocassion when it is evident to be honest). Also the fact that she talked about her hometown, a topic that is barely tackled was a little wow ok.. I like this. Feels like Lumine opening her heart a bit, as if she trusted Venti enough to let him known something personal.

Something that fluels my love for them is the fact that apparently Venti knows her from another time. We still don´t know the reason behind this and why Lumine doesn´t remember, though she is somehow aware, at one moment she recognizes Venti´s voice like a voice she heard before they met. It seems like Lumine does not give it much tought, since it is not brought up ever again but to me this just further strenghtens why Lumine trusts Venti, they already knew each other, perhaps were destined to be friends.

I also just really like Venti as a sort of self-appointed guide to Lumine during her journey. Despite his playful personality Venti makes it clear he is always there for Lumine, whether to cheer her up or console her (teapot lines win these.. I seriously can never get over it). During Weinlessefest Venti says that Lumine´s happiness it´s very important to him!! He´s happy to be by her side, and there is no wonder that those feelings can be reciprocated, as Lumine also likes to bring up Venti when he is not there, or invite him to join her into whatever ocassion.

I believe this happens a couple times during quests. With all this I mean we all can agree that they are very dear to each other, I would dare to say in contrast with other Lumine´s friendships, the one with Venti feels the most intimate. Even when they are distanced, Lumine still thinks about him.

Another tiny detail that I like it´s that Venti and Lumine/ Aether (or traveler if you might) are the only ones who depict human figures in their constellations... again, something that differentiates them from the others. Could it mean nothing? yes. Will I make it about venlumi? Of course. I mean, even the figures look alike! I´m very inclined to believe there is a deeper meaning about this that will be revealed some day.

And please let´s not forget about the birthday letter with the most eerie vibes ever. What does this even mean? Why is this a birthday message? Is it an allegory to Teyvat and "the traveler"?

"You are the only one I want to bring here" I wonder if he is also opening his heart a bit to Lumine with this phrase. In any case, it makes you wonder. An apple core, the fruit associated to venti, two halves of it, one for traveler and one for Venti like they are meant to go together. A secret world to which traveler is invited to, to take a stroll in this hidden world, which only they know about... much to think about but all I can gather is that their relationship should not be overlooked.

I´m probably forgetting to mention one or two things, but these were some things on top of my mind about venlumi in canon events, I´m sorry but not really if I got some details wrong :P

As for what I see in them.. the personalities combined are just delicious. They have a good chemistry from the start, and I just really like a Lumine that is introverted, with a secret crush on Venti. And Venti who is extroverted but soft, a little oblivious to Lumine´s crush. He still loves her but Lumine is not sure it is romantically. That is my favorite flavor.

Hope this is helpful!

[proshipwanderer]

Hello stranger, I have a question.

It´s kind of personal, so if you don´t want to answer, that´s fine. But: How did you stop being an anti?

Because I´ve never been an anti, and when talking with fellow proshippers while there´s lots of complaining about antis and lots of "I wish one could help people" there are little actionable suggestions on how to keep people from falling down the pipeline let alone on how to talk to them once they´ve done so.

Like, the posts going around explaining terminology are nice, but they are also frequently ignored and there are always notes in the ways of "see how proshippers are lying", which is depressing.

But sliding into the inboxes of random antis isn´t an option either. At best it is useless and at worst it becomes harrassment. So, just no.

So what can one do? How does one start a conversation?

I don´t know if you have any insights on this, or if your followers do. I just wanted to ask, because it keeps bothering me and i really want to know.

Best wishes, and have a lovely day. :)

honestly i kinda wasn’t an anti to begin with?? i guess i just didn’t realize i was proship

BUT i only realized i was after interacting with the community. seeing the nasty messages everyone got kinda opened my eyes and i was like “hm harassing people over ships is kinda fucked up!!” but also. people in the proship community are so much nicer than any anti i’ve ever met and that really humanized them for me

at the same time, i also realized i like com/darkships (or at least stopped being in denial about it) after i watched a play through of the coffin of andy and leyley. i has obviously heard all the stuff antis said about it, and it piqued my interest so i checked it out and. it wasn’t nearly as bad as they made it out the be. the incest part at least. i was way more disturbed at literally everything else that happened in the game- which they failed to even bring up because they were only focused on the incest part

i had always liked darker fiction but i genuinely came to enjoy andrew and ashley’s dynamic, and since they were already slated to be together canonically i justified shipping it to myself with that lol. and then i realized i reeaally like incest ships fhfjdjd

sorry that was a lot of rambling i hope that answered some things for you?? if you need clarification of anything just shoot another ask ^^

[jokeringcutio]

Open for Halloween Prompts & Updates

Hiya all,

I'm open for Reader insert prompts that are Halloween-themed or set during Halloween. If you want to be inspired, these are my fills from last year. They can be SFW or NSFW. I personally would love to write a few more consensual or more romantic kind of Halloween fics.

I'll accept prompts for fandoms such as: Stranger Things, One Piece, Harry Potter, Blake's 7, Joker (All versions), Peaky Blinders, Supernatural, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Wednesday/Addams Family, Xena Warrior Princess, The Lord of the Rings & Hobbit, Good Omens, Crimson Peak, Dead Boy Detectives, Beetlejuice, Enola Holmes & All Sherlock fandoms, Shakespeare's characters, Many European Movies & of course TRHPS, Five Nights At Freddy's & most Slasher Movies, & Many more so check out my interests or just take plunge and see if I will write your request.

Will I fill all prompts?

Unfortunately, unless I receive just one or two, I probably won't be able to fill them all. I am currently recovering from surgery (Yay, this is a good thing, means we're going to come back babesss) , but still have long-covid weighing me down. So although I'm poking my nose into Tumblr again, I still have limited energy and might have to make choices. But I'll try and fill as many as I can.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN????

Sorry, I was ill and it became so bad, I couldn't write anymore. Luckily, I've had surgery and got rid of the nasty things so things are looking up. I need a month or two to recover from the surgery. I'll still have my long covid stuff that is weighing me down, but at least I'll be able to write again and slowly return to the living.

WHERE"S THE JOKER FIC????* *Or any other fic I started but haven't finished yet. As said above, I was unable to write and update. The Joker fic: The Man Who Claimed to be Yours is finished, but as a rewritten version that was meant to be an ebook. Because of my health, I've been looking into other ways to make a living and since writing was the only thing I could do (until a few months ago), I decided to explore my options there. I have been working on original tales that I hope to publish in the near future. I WANNA HELP YOU OUT AND COMMISSION Thank you to everyone who kindly donated to my Kofi in the past, or asked me for one of my ebooks or for a commission. I am planning on posting a wishlist in the near future with financial goals I wish to achieve, and setting up a system where I will write a tale for people who donated as a thank you :) I will, however, keep filling prompts when I can, so don't worry about that. I do this for fun and I love sharing with you.

I DON"T KNOW WHAT TO REQUEST BUT I WANT TO READ

Yay, that is wonderful. You can always follow my account. I usually place warnings and add a 'read more' so the post won't show the entire text. If it's not your cup of tea, you should be fine and able to ignore it and wait for something that is more to your taste. And you can always send in a prompt at a later date, when you come up with something. Or just poke me via chat and we can try and think of something together :)

[sashi-ya]

月が綺麗ですね > 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚒𝚝?

𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐛 𝐦𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝 ᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ > ᴘᴏʀᴛɢᴀs ᴅ. ᴀᴄᴇ x ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

♡ request: Anonymous asked: HII!!! could I pls request a portgas ace x fem!/gn!reader for prompt 3: grab my hand in ur newest event?? Maybe suggestive? But sfw fluff!! That's all!! :3 Feel free to ignore or delete! 🙈 kisses xx ♡ tw: sfw. a liiiitle bit sugestive, as a natural flirting mechanism. ٠ wc: 1.5k ٠♡ masterlist ٠ taglist: @zella07 @jin-supremacy01 @alexkanroji @jenwooly |

When Ace asked you on a date you couldn’t quite process it. It took the freckled handsome man- that once used to be just your co-worker- quite a lot to be able to ask you out, but when he finally did both smiled with blushed cheeks…

“I’ll be there in 20 minutes, is that ok with you?” the text you were waiting for, finally arrives. You were torn in between choosing to wear a dress or some basic leggings, but, since he was driving his motorcycle, the pants were the safest option.

The location for the date, had been a secret since he proposed it to you. Ace wanted to surprise you, and only told you it was going to be a romantic activity. Excited, you decided to trust him, even if Ace was known for being a little too extra when putting his life at risk. He is a young man who enjoys life with a fire burning passion, addicted to extreme sports that can’t stay still a single day of his life.

The sound of his motorbike arriving puts bumps in your skin; he is right outside of your home. And you were waiting for him with a little bag with a change of clothes and some toiletries. Unsure of him planning on spending the night together, you acceded to his request of bringing such things to the date.

While you gather your belongings and take a last look in the mirror, you wait for your phone to ring with the classic “I’m outside” text. But he doesn’t text; instead, Ace rings your doorbell.

You gulp. And there you thought those old manners were a thing of the past. Something men wouldn’t do anymore.

You open the door with a million butterflies in your stomach, and even more doubts inside you. “Hi ~” you salute him, with a slight burning sensation on your cheeks.

“Hi, (Name) you look beautiful!” he chimes, with two helmets hanging from his arm and his wavy locks dancing with the soft breeze of a dying fall. “Are you ready for our date?” he continues, showing you the helmet as if he wanted to put it on you.

You look at your feet and then up to his freckles. “Hi, Ace. Thank you… you look so cool dressed that way…” you murmur, trying not to show him how much you liked his “civil” outfit. You are used to see him wearing suits, but tonight he has appeared in front of you with a ragged jean, a black t-shirt with a V neck and a classic leather jacket over his shoulders.

“Cool? Ha! I like that! Let me help you with the helmet, we want you to be safe” he states, coming closer to you.

You blink twice, his closeness makes your body to shiver and your pupils to widen. He is even more handsome when he smiles, and his freckled cheeks narrow his eyes into fine lines.

As he fits the helmet on your head, he takes utmost care not to mess with your hair. Your eyes reach his neck, and your lips die to land on it. But it’s just too early to do so, right?

“Let’s go! You know how to ride a bike?” he asks, walking towards his big motorbike who looks scary but amazingly pretty with flames decorations all over the black paint.

“I- I do” you answer back. Even if you prefer driving in the safety of your car, you know how it is to ride a bike. And so, as he sits first, he pats the seat so that you could sit behind him.

You do, thanking you have chosen to wear leggings and as soon as you do, Ace grabs your arms and put them around his lean waist. You gasp, you are actually touching him for the first time.

He scoffs. Of course, he has noticed your reaction. “Alright! Let’s go! Our surprise awaits!” he says, reminding you that you actually don’t know where and what you are doing tonight. But, the soon breeze in your face as he starts driving eases any doubt.

Ace and you slide over the road, leaving behind your neighbourhood. The lights of the city, that have turned into passing rays of red and green accompany your eyes and your chest against his back it’s all you want right now.

And as you completely forgot about paying attention to the road you discover where you are once he finally stops the engine. “We are finally here!” he chimes, after taking his helmet off and shaking his head to let his hair return to his rather messy state.

When you finally focus the landscape behind his perfect depiction of manly beauty, you discover that he has taken you to the port. A few little ships and others not so tiny, float calmly tied to the shore. The moon is specially beautiful, big, as big as you have never seen it before. Behind it, some storm clouds that you are sure are way far from this side of the world. And the soft breeze coming from a calmed see caresses your cheek as you take off your helmet.

“This- this is beautiful” you murmur, as he helps you get off the bike. It’s really mesmerizing, but what you thought it was going to be a simple walk on the port turned into something else…

“Isn’t it? But, wait until you see where we are having dinner!” Ace, excitedly, says as he signs you to follow him. You do, holding your little bag tight to your body but always with a sweet smile.

As you walk you notice one of the little ships with fairy lights hanging from mast to mast. And over the deck, a little -but beautifully- prepared table. “Welcome to the Moby Dick! I hope you like having dinner with me on my dad’s boat?” he says, showing you the vessel with his spread arms.

You nod, taking your hands to your mouth. It’s specially romantic, and nobody has done such thing for you ever… specially men. “I love it, Ace… thank you so much ~” you murmur, feeling like your eyes become watery by the only thought of being treated so good.

“No worries, is the least thing I could do for you. You surely deserve more than this, and if you give me time, I will give them to you” he says, so naturally as if what he has just said wasn’t almost like a love confession.

You stay silent, gawking. But, the moment doesn’t last very long as he lifts you by your waist to help you get in the boat. “A’ight, time for you to finally meet the Moby Dick!” he chimes, following you into the main deck.

As soon as you realize you are on the ship, he is already moving the chair for you. Like a true gentleman, he makes sure you are comfortable and asks you to wait for him. And when he comes back with a perfectly arranged dinner you turn around to see if there was some kind of chef or something in the back, but you couldn’t see anybody.

“My friend Sanji prepared this dinner. I’m sure you are thinking why I didn’t cook for you, but the thing is that his skills are out of this world… he is the most famous chef in town, and probably soon from this world” he explains while serving you a plate in fine porcelain with the logo of “The Baratie”, a restaurant you know too well.

“Baratie?? Oh my! I feel so flattered!” you chime, excited to enjoy the delights in front of you. Of course, the dinner went smoothly. Both enjoy a sweet conversation that would lead both of you into blushing. By the time all the plates were finished, Ace told you to ger ready for the next surprise of this floating date.

He stands up and as he does, he lands his hand for you to grab it. “Grab my hand, (Name)”

It’s slightly calloused, but his palm feels warm and caring. He leads you to the helm, standing right behind you. “Now, take the wheel” he sweetly commands, placing his hands on top of yours as you grip on the handles. “We are setting sail”.

You gasp, it’s gonna be the first time you do this and it makes you so excited… however, what makes you slightly shiver is the way his chest gets pressed against your back. You can even inhale the scent of his caramel tinted perfume. The embrace that feels magical, like a fire that burns bright, but it isn’t painful. The weight of his body over yours, it feels so good… and you wonder if you will end up showing him the pair of matching underwear you chose for tonight…

“Ace… I love this~ ”  you purr. “Do you, (Name)…? Then why don’t we set sail every weekend from now on?” he whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek after, so close to your lips’ commissure. “I would love to, Ace… 💖”

[jessysapphireblue]

Luffy x Oc: Magical

Hello everyone. This is my first time writing here and I am using my Oc, but you can also imagine it as yourself. English is not my first language so I hope it´s ok. Nicknames included are Lu and Je. Female is a born magician without a Devil Fruit

There is only one option how Luffy wakes her up, since he is basically married to food.

tapping on your nose before it comes over to whining

"Je...Je...JE! come up up up! I can already smell Sanjis food"

followed by shoving and more whining until you either wake up or he glomps onto you, which will defently wake you up now.

Luffy simply laughing and chanting for food and jumping up and down

"Wait up. I´m not even dressed yet. Go on if you want"

Cue on him dashing out, yelling over the whole sunny for food

Eating with him is just like any other crewmember, just with the fine difference of him giving you puppy eyes

Luffy swallowing food left and right, not caring for any of the yells of his friends until Sanji hits him

Pouty baby for the rest until you hold one piece of your own food out for him

Sunshine boy awakes and happily gets feeted with the biggest grin of happiness

Showing magic to Luffy was probably something you loved the most. Nami needing help with her tangarines? Watering in one sec. Chopper and you probably would talk endless hours on different magical plants to treat, Robin also listening in on that.

"Here we go! Now these have to dry and then we can use it for salves and medicine", you beamed at chopper who looked eagerly at them

"JEEEE!!!", cue on Luffy hanging on you like a coala.

"Yes, lu?"

"What is this?", taking a plant before eating it, "...ah! spicy mint! Ha ha ha!!!", cue on jumping around, making chopper sigh

Moving your hand, a little viral appeared in your hand as you gave it to Luffy, who eagerly drank it down.

"Better, Lu?" Only nodding in responce.

Or

simply taking his hand while jumping from board

others would became a heart attack

bouncing off the water surface only to land back on the sunny

or making him hover

taking him underwater to see the fishes and breathe freely is a MUST!

That the marines never found the sunny because of luffy shining of exitement is a mystery

CONSTANT!!! praise about your magic

Luffy wants to see a robot? you make a golem with your magic

just imagine keeping him busy with your magic

The others were never more blessed then now

You swear you saw Nami, sanji and Usopp praying once

And in battle?

magic in battle is something you have mastered!

don´t even need to leave the sunny

attack from marines? One hand move and the water cut the ship into even cubes

even going so far as to sense danger from afar, either from the water or the wind

Luffy would be so amazed and happy he´d just grab your face and kiss you full-on, then snuggle and praise!! THE PRAISE!!!

It would go so far that Luffy would only leave with you because of how cool you are, amazing but also kind and gentle!

He would be head over heals for you, knowing that someone so kind and sweet is being able to defeat a whole fleet in mere minutes without even trying! Like pls, you´re the prize for him

[freshie44]

Episode 9 Spoilers

So I sat on this one because I need to sort some thoughts and cool off some emotions. Let Start from the top

Ashley - So far the most consistently written. She filling that heroic role. She is making friends, keeping the peace and is the leader of her team. We should be hitting the merge soon. If she can avoid losing to the "too big of a target" trope. She should in theory make it to finals as the Heroic finalist. Let's just hope we stick to we have written already.

Alec - Alright I'm going to get a bit heated here, alright? Alright! So writers, I'm going to be talking to you directly. I'm not blaming anyone specifically, it takes a village and I understand that! But, lets not lose to flanderization. Benefit of the doubt the book thing was a poor joke trying to interject some humor into the scene. But you have written Alec so far as being very intelligent. Intelligent enough to realize shit like that make him look like a bad dad. Obviously, he isn't great since that is the crux of his divorce. But season 1 showed he was at least TRYING! With the Season 3 version showing a post divorce Alec trying to put himself back together. SO LETS NOT FUCK THIS UP! As well as using his intelligence to run the game. SO keep with the earlier writing. If he going to lose, make sure the character that beat him rise to his level, not bring Alec down to their level. But if we are going to make him win, let keep up with writing and not rest on our laurels. You several good options here, either keeping heel, making him tweener, I'm trusting you all to not mess this up. I know I'm coming in hot but I want to show that this matter to me, and hey I'm just one person and you are writing for more than one. But I just had to say my peace.

Aiden - Maybe I'm just trans bias. But like he has people to feud with. Let's pull the trigger and seem some moves already! He an underdog let him go nuts trust me it do well.

Grett - I'm warming up to her. Maybe I was wrong, maybe the Yul feud will be enough for her to win some real momentum. She very smart and if she can focus on the game and play her card right. She could be a big contender and become a tweener that people can get behind.

Gabby - Oh Gabby, Gabby, Gabby. Embracing the heel life will be fun. But to me, Gabby's biggest issue is that she can't see the big picture. She a fan favorite and she going to give some good moments. But she an attack dog being released on whoever pisses her off. Eventually she'll get routed and if she wins just with wild abandon as strategy, eh I'll be miffed that why she is here.

The drama trio: I DON"T CARE WHO BUT GET RID OF AT LEAST ONE OF THEM. YOU ARE DRAGGING THIS STORY OUT AND I'M JUST TIRED OF THE WILL THEY WON'T THEY. THEY CAN'T FUCKING COMMUNICATE, LIKE i GET IT, IT'S IN THE TROPES. BUT SEEING THREE PEOPLE BICKER ALL THE TIME AND REFUSE TO SOLVE THE ISSUE IS TIRING.

Riya & Yul: You know the drill

Elimination - Tess, was a choice. I think she is going to revive and be the one that resolves a few open plotlines. She at least is the person here with the most emotional awareness. Now it's just a question, when do you throw the revival in.

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[tragantia]

I used to wake up early. Go for a run, have a shower, prepare breakfast. And then I would head to Uni or to work, depending on what I was doing at the time, with the entire day ahead of me. But that is another life, belonging to a different person. I have changed, I think. More than any disease or any bite could have done, it's the world that's changed me. Not even killing has affected me more than the subtle ways in which the gears of life, of the world and its people, shift to suit their needs. I remain, in a way, like a child who has just discovered that there is evil in this world, and I may just be part of it. I wish the night sky would light my eyes as soon as I open them, as if someone had lit a thousand candles in front of an altar just for me. Far behind are the days of prayer, of going to mass at school, of wondering and of mysteries. The mysteries have faded into this neverending dusty road, like an oil spill.

It´s not the night sky what greets me when I open my eyes, but the roof of our stolen RV. The most recent one, that is. When I joined them, this gang, or clan, or whatever they are, I was told the norms were strict, but simple: you gotta kill to stay alive, you can't get caught no matter what, and you need to keep moving. And stay the fuck away from the sun. That´s why no light penetrates the windows of the RV: all have been covered with tape. This is part of the routine. We feed, we destroy the evidence, and then we keep moving, usually changing vehicles. I don´t check the time, I don´t want to wake anyone up. But my internal clock tells me it must be late afternoon or early evening. It's summer, so it´s not dark enough to go out yet, we still have a few hours to spare. Last night we managed to put some good distance between ourselves and the last place where we fed, a crappy roadside motel in the middle of the desert with only a handful of hosts. As if someone was going to miss them anyway. I sigh, looking at the rusty roof of the RV. This was the only option we had when we checked the cars parked next to the motel, everything else was too small for all of us. But the piece of shit has definitely seen better days.

I shift a bit, trying to get more comfortable, but a strong pair of large arms is keeping me locked against the chest of the one who bit me. Severen is all sorts of crazy, but he has been completely dedicated to me since he brought me into the pack. If something can be said about him, is that he is protective. Almost like a jealous, rabid dog. At first I thought it was only an act of territoriality, and sure, there is some of that, but then again there is a softness in his eyes that I can see only sometimes - when we laugh at something silly, or when he kisses me, or when he undresses me when we get some time alone. He's mostly an asshole, and a total flirt who chases anything than moves, but he is also the most loyal man I have ever known. And he can be sweet, and silly, and terrifying, and all of those at the same time. He makes me feel like a stupid schoolgirl infatuated with her first love, instead of a grown ass woman. The bastard. I'm such an idiot, I think, as he mumbles when I shift on his lap. He's still asleep, but pulls me closer to his chest. Thanks fuck our body temperature is basically as cold as the one of a dead body, otherwise I would be boiling. I breathe deeply, inhaling his scent. Musk, leather, cigarettes, and the smell of sex from the previous night. Sweat. A hint of bourbon. I sigh, content. I'm so stupid, even his smell makes me feel safe. He pulls me closer to him, mumbling something incomprehensible in annoyance. I chuckle, turning around to kiss his jaw, and I feel him stirring under my weight, almost like a content feline. He locks his steel blue eyes with mine, now fully awake.

'Yore not goin' anywhare, baby', he mutters.

I smile, leaning into him.

'As if you were gonna let me, you shithead'

I hear him chuckle lowly with that silly cackle of his. I rest against his body, enjoying our closeness until it's time to get up. The night will bring its own terrors, but at least this moment is ours.

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This came out of nowhere! Not sure what to think about it yet. It doesn't even have a title. I just needed some comfort 🥴 it's done in first person as I needed that kind of connection. And obviously my religious imagery had to be there because why did I get traumatised in school otherwise 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️ also haven't done any proofreading nor anything so BEWARE

[lazypanartist]

Hi hi hi!! Im back with your blind bag. Good ol angst and a little found family fluff. 💛💛

Fun fact: this is based on something I deal with! So uh this is a bit Personal i think but also like... I have feelings abt this stuff.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy!! Also im a big fan of Leo having medic knowledge, sooooo...💅 enjoy

-📝 Nonnie

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Your chest hurt.

Shuddering, ragged breaths rattled through your body in shallow gasps and heaving pants. You felt ill, the tacky feeling of nausea coating your mouth as a precursor to your need to expel. You were dizzy, so very, very dizzy. Your trembling fingers reached to a water bottle on the table nearby, but ultimately you fumbled and sent the whole thing clattering to the cement floor.

It hurt.

Your lungs ached.

You fought tooth and nail to not cry out, stifling your pained wails by biting into the borrowed quilt. You don't think you could live down the fear and concern your friends would have.

Were you having a heart attack?! No, right? That's ridiculous. It felt that way was this it was this the end no it couldn't be that's insane but stars above this was killing you- Besides, it didn't feel like your heart, it was more like…under your ribs? Lungs maybe, or your diaphragm. Maybe try square breathing? Yeah…Yeah square breathing, that would help steady it, right? In for four, hold four, out for four, hold four, rinse and repeat! You shouldn't be curled up, you needed to stretch out or something, that should…help?? Help not let the muscles bunch and cramp from the spasms?? That's what runners do.

It didn't help.

God, it hurt, and you were losing strength…

A gasp came from nearby, and through your watering eyes, you could see the shape of one of your reptile friends. Vaguely, you could see Red, and it was much too big to be Leo. Quickly, the frame hurried over to you.

"R-Ra-ahph..?"

"Right here, right here, it's okay. It'll be okay, yeah? Do you know what's wrong, or how I can help?"

When you shook your head, voice barely a breathy whisper of 'no's, Raph bellowed loudly, calling for S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N to gather everyone available and alert them there was a medical emergency. A few flashes of purple swirled in your spinning vision and Raphael yelped and supported your head when your eyes rolled back and your eyelids fluttered briefly as you almost fainted. Soon, a cacophony of voices blossomed around you, fear and worry laced in words that flew past too quickly for you to catch.

"Back up, make room! Raph, sit them up and lean their back against your pastron. Sit behind em if that's easier." Leo fell to his knees in front of you as Don stuck to your left, monitoring his wristbrace as his drone son took your vitals. "Alright, symptoms so far?"

"Ch-che-hEST pain, can't breath, can't get oxygen, d-dizzy…dizzy spells and fat-t-t-tigue…"

"Almost fainted twice while I held em, seem a bit delirious too."

"Gotcha. Don, how are those vitals?"

"Elevated pulse, oxygen looks fine though, their breathing is kinda futzing those numbers though."

The leader looked over to the youngest. "Go get your old inhaler. I don't know if it will work, but I want to try all options."

You vaguely heard Mikey run off to go fetch what was requested, returning not long after and even helping you use the device since you were so weak that you couldn't operate it. 

It didn't help.

Your head lolled back again and Raph helped support your head. "S…Sick…feel like I'm gonna…throw up…So hot, h-hah-hot…"

Dontello turned his back but scooted a trash can closer. You hoped you wouldn't need it. Meanwhile, he kept prattling your vitals off to his twin.

The room grew colder, and you heard padded, soft footsteps and scrabbling claws as Splinter hurried over himself, taking one of your hands in his.

"You mentioned pain, explain it. Describe how it feels. Don, check for a floating rib or fractured sternum."

How this felt? Well…"Like…L-like my r-ribs are cru-cRUShing-hah, my l-lungs. Like a b…bear trap? But…squeezing, crushing, not p…punctur-r-re…"

You heard several hisses of sympathy and whispers of apologies. Behind you, Raphael gingerly squeezed you, mumbling his concerns.

Your eyelids shuttered and began closing, exhausted from how long this had been happening, and you felt a pinch to your cheek. Blearily, your eyes opened and you pitifully glared at the old rat. "I'm afraid you need to stay awake until this passes, my child."

" 'm s…so tired…I just..I jus' wanna sleep.."

Frustrated tears puddled and overflowed from your eyes, and gently, Splinter wiped them away. 

"H-hurts…!"

"I know, and you're doing so, so well. I am so proud of how well you have been fighting."

By now, Leo moved away, giving you space as he leaned over and murmured something to Donatello. The twin frowned at whatever was said, but nodded. Leonardo then whispered to Mikey, who had a grim, serious expression before nodding and leaving.

"Seems like you know what's up." Grumbled Red, lightly stroking your head. "Care to share with the class? What can we do to fix it?"

Leonardo shook his head. "Best to just let it run its course at this rate. Which…sucks, but we caught it late."

After what felt like hours, but could have been merely minutes, you felt a strange prickling static as the pain began slowly oozing out of your chest and ebbing away. Soon, you were left a sweating, shivering, and sniffling mess, but you could breathe once more without issue and felt…Fine. Utterly emotionally drained and exhausted, but fine.

"There we are…" murmured the old rat who soothed your tears, gently patting your shoulder. Raph began to slowly rumble a sort of purr, humming softly as he allowed you to practically melt against him. Donatello sat nearby, not touching, but you saw him take a bottle of painkillers and plucked up your water bottle and helping you take what he gave you.

Finally, when you felt like your voice was going to be fine, you looked at Leo and asked the million dollar question: "What…was that?"

"That, my dear, was a panic attack."

You frowned at that and shook your head. "...No, no that wasn't. I've had anxiety attacks and they never hit that sudden or-"

"Nah-ah! Not an Anxiety Attack, a Panic Attack." Donatello corrected, tutting you. You gave a confused, somewhat loopy glare as Splinter held your hand. "A quick way to explain it is to think of an Anxiety attack as the slow, long build up and gradual dissipate of much more mild symptoms, so it's not 'as bad', quote unquote, but sticks around and lingers while a panic attack is quick, hard hitting with more severe symptoms but leaves much sooner.

"Moreover, a panic attack and an anxiety attack have drastically different symptoms. Anxiety will harbor more restlessness, agitation, fatigue and general anxiety, whereas a panic attack can have more intense or physical effects such as pain, nausea, fear and dread, dizziness, headaches and migraines, disassociation, heat and cold spikes, and difficulty breathing. Some people even feel like they're dying when having one."

You blinked at that, shocked cold. No way, all that? For a little panic??

Your face went red and you felt humiliation bubble in your stomach, but Leonardo threw an arm on your shoulder and knocked lightly on your head. "Here's the best part: sometimes; they don't even have a trigger. You body just flips its lid and then remembers its fine. Trust me, I've had a few after the Invasion, it sucks."

Your eyes watered a bit and you ducked your head before leaning more into Raph. "...Thank you. Thank you all, I'm s..so-ohry-rry..."

"Hey, no problem! Raph's here for you, and so is everyone else."

"You know it!"

"Not scaring us off that easy."

"If you ever need anything, my child, I will always lend an ear and paw."

"I'm here for you too!" You all looked up as Angelo hustled back in, a few objects and what looked like some slides in hand. He was now in a stately sweater and some glasses. "Well, I, Mikey, as well as Doctor Feelings. Leo told me what was happening, and I got everything I could to help you out! Information, techniques that might help, though talking to a doctor and getting medication might be a good first step. However, I know talking to a doctor is always stressful and scary for you, so I figured we could try some roleplay and scripting to prepare you for your visit- ah, but you look awfully tired, maybe this should wait until tomorrow…-"

The box turtle stiffened when tears bubbled up in your eyes again, and the family of mutants were all quick to soothe you with kind words and affirmations. You fought desperately to stay awake, but it was a losing battle. Ultimately, the whole family decided to sleep in the projector room for the night. Raphael held you to his plastron, with the slider and the softshell on either side. Angelo was partially draped over your legs, head on your belly, and Splinter slept in his recliner, watching over you all until he, too, couldn't fight sleep, not when S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N draped his favourite cozy throw blanket over his shoulders before going to a close by charge port.

Yeah. Tomorrow.

Oh, wow.. I don't think I've ever seen thy symptoms shown this realistically before. Obviously this is something incredibly personal to you.. thank you for writing this!

As always, the characters are written INCREDIBLY well, and you give us realistic situations with realistic reactions from the characters. 💙

[drstonetrivia]

Chapter 214 Trivia

The two-part connected covers are so cool, I'm happy we got two colored ones in a row!

There's a sneaky rat (or mouse?) on the cover! Unfortunately I have zero idea what this could be alluding to. It could be nothing, or it could be implying that Ukyo (same colors) is the t(ra)i(t)or…

The inside of Xeno's scar is also colored white! New petri-scar theories?

The name of the chapter is a reference to the Earth Defense Force (地球防衛軍) video game series. Its plot is that radio waves from deep space are picked up by scientists on Earth, and a multinational military is formed afterwards in case the aliens are hostile. Sound familiar?

Suika's helmet has a top part! I am wondering where it appeared from though.

Before this moment, they'd always revived whole statues. If it's possible to revive an incomplete statue, and the missing pieces don't grow back as part of the healing effect of the depetrification, it means it's not the end for someone if they're missing a limb.

Senku is using his arm wrappings to pick up the device. I wonder why he suddenly felt the need to use them…

When glass containing a vacuum breaks, the pieces get sucked in along with the air suddenly filling the space at very high speeds. They then smash into the middle before shattering outwards again. Think of what happens when you drop a rock into a bucket of water!

You may have noticed that the resulting glass doesn't quite follow what should have happened there, so the other possible option for how the glass shattered is thermal shock. Cracks of this type begin perpendicularly to the edge of it, which we can sort of see here.

In both cases, glass would have ended up on the inside of the container, but we see none. Could the medusa's pressure wave have thrown all the glass away from itself? And if that's the case, why are the glass walls still standing?

Chelsea: somehow stealing Suika's job and traits as much as possible. Why is it detective Gen!? Bring back detective Suika!

There's now a third boat donning the "Perseus" name: Perseus D. Monkey. This one is heavily inspired by One Piece, specifically the protagonist Monkey D. Luffy. The head of the ship is painted like a monkey: a reference to One Piece, the steam gorilla, and the old Perseus design.

The ship design itself is a smaller, more maneuverable version of the original Perseus. It's also a hybrid with an engine, and rather than having the whole mast rotate, they've designed it as a sailboat with a rotating boom.

The Kagoshima prefecture mine they probably went to is the Kushikino mine, which is the only one that has selenium-silver ores (naumannite & aguilarite), but also has ores containing both arsenic and tellurium. Because the area is volcanic, there's likely several skarn deposits.

Kagoshima's mines are in fact most known for their gold deposits, so Senku is probably finding more to replenish Chrome's gold stash.

Senku's video camera tube is based off Japan's saticon from 1973. The "SAT" in its name is derived from "SeAsTe"; the symbols for the selenium, arsenic and tellurium used on its photoconductive (not photoelectric) surface.

Remember the fax machine from chapter 207, how Senku said matching up the timing was important? Well the horizontal distortion in the image here is exactly the same concept: the horizontal lines are shifted to the left or right due to minor errors.

Before anyone says that Whyman can hack their television signal from the moon, remember that these are basically cable TVs, where you'd have to rewire it for a new input if you wanted it to display a different image. Anything sneaky would have to be an inside job…

We have the (Stan)Lee vs Xeno baseball game happening on the field outside the castle. Since the ball smashes through the window of the TV room, and the world record for longest baseball hit distance is 177m, you can tell the batters take after Stanley. (They can.)

A reference to 20th Century Fox, one of the many names for one of the biggest American film studios.

Obviously, the 58th is a reference to their current year.

We got a better location on the computer's house, it's a lot closer to Roppongi than I first thought! I wonder how close it is to Senku's grave and Tsukasa's pile of statues that he wanted to revive…

[yukidragon]

Say, what if MC asks to Jack if they can sleep n4k3d together when they´re in a time of need of intimacy because of wanting to move on a sentimental level (Ian and his phone calls), after days of hesitation while being on a relationship with him. Without going through s3x. I Think Jack would love it since he´s in need of love and intimacy, but i don´t know how it would play out since he´s also horny towards MC. I was thinking of something wholesome.

Actually, this sounds a lot like one of the modes in Sleepy Time Jack, the virtual body pillow. You can choose to sleep beside Jack while he’s fully clothed (save for his jacket and gloves) topless, or fully naked. He says really sweet and considerate things to help lull you to sleep.

Not gonna lie, it’s a pretty soothing experience. Definitely worth the $3 to sign up to the SnaccPop Studios patreon in my opinion.

For those newer to the fandom, Sauce basically took one of their most sensual drawings of Jack that they posted on their (now gone) public twitter and made a cozy little virtual experience around it. Though, admittedly, the original picture hinted at it being in the afterglow of a spicy experience considering Jack is dappled in sweat.

Just look at that adoring face, so full of love. How soothing. Sauce really does fantastic artwork, don’t they? Full credit to them as always for their lovely art.

Oh, and just a quick reminder, don’t repost anything that’s posted privately on patreon. Support your local artists, folks!

Currently, the virtual body pillow has only suggestive content in some of the things he says with a hint of NSFW in that you can see a little bit of Jack below the belt, but overall it’s pretty wholesome. There’s no hints (yet) of it involving sex between Jack and MC, even if they’re both naked. It sounds a lot like the scenario you’ve described here.

By the way, there are plans for Sleepy Time Jack to have the option of NSFW and yandere modes in a future update, as well as a Patreon-exclusive “Jacktor” mode when it’s released.

Speaking of future updates, the demo for the main Sunny Day Jack game is going to have a new “softcore mode” which will give players the option of skipping sex in the narrative altogether, toning it down, or even having MC turn Jack down when he comes onto them. Consent is an important part of the game, which is one of the reasons why I love it.

Judging by his behavior in Sleepy Time Jack, and his overall personality, I think Jack could accept not having sex with MC despite being horny for them. He might be disappointed, but he wants them to be happy after all, since he loves them so much. It seems as though he’ll try his best to keep his horny thoughts under control so that he and his sunshine can cuddle innocently even while naked. Sure, his thoughts will no doubt go in spicy directions and his body will give that away, but he’ll be sure to apologize and do his best to calm down.

I think Jack would accept it if MC never wants to have sex with him. There are many ways to show someone you love them after all, and as long as his sunshine helps him feel secure that they love him and want to be with him forever, I’m sure he’ll be just fine using his hand instead when he needs to blow off a little steam.

What’s funny too is that for Sunshine in Hell, I plan on not having Alice (my version of the MC) and Jack immediately jump to sex even after getting together. It’s more of a slow burn between them, especially since Alice has already been burnt once before. I could see this scenario possibly happening in the fic.

Sex is a big deal to Alice. To her it’s an expression of deep trust, intimacy, and love. It seems like Jack feels the same way, only in his case it also provides an added sense of security that his sunshine really does love him and wants to be with him forever. I imagine that’s a big part of why the “no” route goes the way it does.

Jack is patient though. He waited months to finally hear his sunshine say she loves him. He can wait longer to make love to her, especially since Alice will do other ways to show her love for him in the meantime.

Besides, how can Jack not appreciate cuddle time with his sunshine? Especially when there’s nothing separating them anymore, not even their clothes.

@channydraws @earthgirlaesthetic @sai-of-the-7-stars

[alarrytale]

I would love to respond to 2 asks/answers you got recently -

"If Louis is going to continue to be single and get away with only stunting with F once a year, he can't signal and larriebait and he has to do denials. If we as larries want more signs that they are together it comes at the cost of more fake gfs and more F exposure. I believe L wants to expose F as little as contractually possible. If he can't find himself a suitable fake gf he needs to lay off the bluegreening and he needs to regulary remind people he's straight and not with H through a denial or by calling out larries." -- this is why I love following you and read your opinions because you always bring opinions that I haven´t seen anywhere (maybe other larries have it too but they are too tired to respond asks the way you´re always patient with us) and it really bring a different povs to the same topic so it´s refreshing to read opinions that even won´t come to my own mind. So thank you for this opinion because it really makes sense! Louis is officially single over a year now and imo I don´t think he want to pretend he´s straight by holding some girl´s hand or even worse pda so he rather stick with his fake it pretending he´s the father and noone except us find it sus that he sees him twice a year.

And the ask about how everyone take advantage from queer culture and don´t mind being connected with queers. Take cast from Heartstopper, very very queer series. I don´t know how many from cast are queer themselves (I know only about Joe and Kit) or they are just allies but f.e. Sebastian Croft (as he´s very pushed now because H.Lambert styles him) - honestly I don´t know if he´s queer or straight (imo he´s ally because I think he has a gf but I´m not paying that much attention to him) but he´s absolutely comfortable to attend pride walks, to get styled looking feminine (pearls, lace, feather boa). I believe if Louis would step on the brakes with his fake artificial image how he´s the cool laddy lad and open himself to queers, I´m sure so many gays will love him. But that´s too much to ask since he´s stuck with his fake kid and denying larry 5887225 times. But all I see is him using F as proof that "I´m indeed straight" which is just so stupid and embarassing. And sad because he doesn´t have that much option what else to do since he´s closeted and many people take advatage from his closet.

Hi, anon 💜

You're welcome! I also think Louis has chosen what possible for him to do right now and what's best for him and F.

Louis would be loved by the queer community if he was allowed to be queer and queer positive. He's so lovely and charming. He doesn’t have many options, because he needs to balance his gay behaviour with behaving straight because of the image he needs to uphold. It's sad but it is what it is.