#i wouldn't loose an opportunity for a pun

[anpanmann]

countdown to jin's return

d-29 ♡ 불타오르네 (fire)

#btsedit #btsgif #dailybts #tuserpris #annietrack #usersky #userbangtan #userkelli #raplineuser #* #gifs* #seokjin* #bts* #seokjin #bts #30daysjin #fire #ainda passada com o último gif hahah #i wouldn't loose an opportunity for a pun #jin would not approve lmao

[honest-moth-of-silver-grove]

Hcs off modern Castlevania chars? Like jobs/friends & stuff

Ask: Hcs off modern Castlevania chars? Like jobs/friends & stuff

A/N: In this, most people are living sort of happily ever after. Does that make them OOC, yes it does. Do I care? No, I don’t. 

👷‍♂️ Modern-Day Castlevania Headcanons: Jobs 👩‍⚕️

I see Trevor as something of a detective/cop, but I don’t think he’d be down with working for the system. Being a P.I. or an independent security contractor of some sort would probably suit his personality better. He’s the cool kinda punk that strikes fear into the hearts of violent bigots but is also somehow seen as a safe adult to little kids. Which he doesn’t mind. He finds it useful that only those hiding something or guilty of something see him as a threat. He’s not the best with kids, but he’s nice enough to them. He was on his own a lot from a very young age- definitely a latch-key kid- so he feels a fair share of protectiveness when it comes to them. 

Sypha strikes me as a natural protector/nurturer, so maybe a preschool/grade-school teacher or physical therapist? She loves learning and sharing that knowledge with others. I can absolutely see her leading workshops related to whatever it is she’s chosen to have a career in. And she’s great with everyone- adults, kids, seniors, animals- you name it, they love Sypha. (Except for assholes and Karens of course.) 

Alucard is introverted by nature, and also a lifelong student like Sypha. He’s also the inheritor/keeper of his father’s money and his mother’s wisdom. For that reason, I see him as a History or Anthropology Professor- at the college level and above. Maybe even an eventual department head. He’s very serious, and doesn’t have the demeanor for working with children or amateurs; he wants to teach people who are just as committed as he is to what they’re learning. His whole life he feels like his purpose is greater than what it currently is, and because of that, he’s never quite content with the life he’s living. He feels like something or someone is missing from his journey. 

I think the three of them would become friends eventually, but one like one of those friend groups that makes absolutely no sense to people outside it. Like, you wouldn’t expect a rough and tumble cop-hating anarchist, a feisty, yet kind-hearted physical therapist, and a tall skinny history academic to be besties, yet there they are. 

Maybe they’d meet at a conference somewhere. Like a wellness convention/conference is taking place at Alucard’s college, Sypha’s a prominent speaker (ah! pun not intended) there, and Trevor’s company is providing extra security. 

Maybe there’s some kind of snafu, and there’s like an assailant loose on campus or something. Trevor’s chasing the guy, but Alucard sees him coming and decides he’ll help out and head the bad guy off. But in the end, the two men are beaten to the quick by Sypha, who stops the guy in the most impressively timed frisbee toss they’ve ever seen. The two men insist on talking Sypha out for coffee- and getting to know her, because, let’s be honest, who wouldn't want to be friends with Sypha? The three of them get to talking and the rest is history. 

Dracula is someone who just has power- he doesn’t have to amass it, it just naturally comes to him. He’s the type to gather fortune and invest it in a bunch of different properties and revolutionary pharmaceutical investment opportunities. He’s the Big Guy in the Chair. And then he just sort of, fucks off to his mansion to do whatever he wants. He’s a recluse- he deems human interaction pointless and unnecessary as a man of his stature. Who needs to leave the house when you can just pay people to do everything for you? He’d much rather be alone anyway. Of course that all changes when he meets Lisa. 

Lisa, similar to her nature in the show, would be a physician of some sort. I could see her being especially interested in women’s medicine or infectious disease as it disproportionately affects those in need, and she has a very strong internal sense of justice. Maybe she seeks out Vlad because he’s the big cheese CEO of a pharmaceutical company that’s publicly refusing to lower the cost of a specific drug that would revolutionize her patients’ care. She’d find out where he lived, bang on his door, and demand he lower his profit margins right now. Of course, no one has ever had the balls to say such a thing to his face before, and Drac falls in love pretty much instantly. 

The two of them are a power couple: he still maintains so much fortune and sway, but his partnership with Lisa makes him see ways to use it for good. He starts charities and fundraisers- he shocks the wealthy world by going rogue- and gives away most of what he earns instead of hoarding it. And it’s no secret it’s thanks to Lisa. 

Now Hector: I know everyone headcanons Hector as being a veterinarian, but for me, I think it makes more sense for him to be a mortuary or a medical examiner. He’s lovely with his pets, but at the same time, I don’t think he has the stomach to do what vets have to do. Vets have to talk to owners and their families and be personable and bright. He sees his pets as possessions, not family members. So a job where it’s just him and no one else- no crying kid or elderly companion to reassure would be better suited for him. 

Hector is naturally inquisitive- a trait we saw even when he was imprisoned, so I think being a medical examiner would be very rewarding to him. He’d find it invigorating, to get down the truth of a mysterious death or shocking murder. And because he’s not squeamish, he’d be very clear and articulate presenting information on the stand. 

Issac’s big thing throughout the series is loyalty and personal growth. S2 Isacc and S4 Issac are very different people. So I’m basing this more on S4 Isaac. I think he’d benefit in a position of some power, but also of some charity. Maybe as a politician or a professional lobbyist. He advocates for causes he believes are just and does not shy away from verbal confrontation when it comes to hashing out right vs. wrong. 

I could see this being the way he meets Vlad and Hector. If some sort of tragedy or panic happened, and a large emergency medical response was involved, I could see Isacc propositioning Dracula for donations, in exchange for dinner and a chance to sway his mind about a certain political vote. Hector would be on the other end of that tragedy, dealing with those who lost their lives. Perhaps Issac seeks out Hector as a form of outreach, to prove he is committed to what he says he stands for. He connects Hector with Dracula, and the three of them find they’re all rather pleasant company compared to the majority of the unremarkable humans out there. They can all look death in the face and feel no fear. They don’t do bullshit, and they get along well because of it.

#castlevania headcanons #castlevania imagine #modern!au #castlevania modern!au #castlevania fanfiction #castlevania #alucard castlevania #trevor belmont #alucard tepes #sypha belnades #castlevania hector #hector castlevania #isaac laforeze #isaac castlevania #vlad dracula tepes #dracula castlevania #lisa tepes #lisa tepes castlevania #hc

[noirandchocolate]

Sorry I'm late with this, but here's my Some Comments That Made Me Laugh post for Round 2!

Match 1, Vimes vs. Moist

Mister Vimes, destroy that twink.

--@stophelping

Sorry but for all his charisma and charming personality. Sam Vimes is anger incarnated turbofucked by THE boogeyman of the dwarfs and his will and sense of justice still surpass it. If it comes into a fight it's because Moist has broken the law in a way that flaunts he is beyond justice. And as armies and Carrot had learned, he had just personally insulted him and his line. If Vimes comes for you it's because the universe is sick of your shit right now.

--@hiziram

I mean, Vimes already won, once. Spangler was very much hanged. But that just means they both have a better grasp of each other's skills, and Vimes won't get the drop on Moist again.

--@doomspanies (who wins for best pun)

Moist is quick and creative. But Vimes can lure three assassins into three different traps before breakfast. And he's been waiting for an opportunity to spread around his Moist-induced headache. The question is--how quickly do Sybil and Spike make friends on the sidelines?

--@onwardsandsideways

Match 2, Cohen vs. Rob

I think it comes down to: Rob Anybody doesn't care if he dies, and Cohen doesn't care if Rob Anybody dies, either.

--@doomspaniels

Cohen is older, sneakier and doesn't wear trousers to run up, so...

--@twofoursixohjuan

Close. But I think Cohen loses. Exclusively because he isn't used to being the big stomping monster.

--@missnotlob

Match 3, Granny vs. Detritus

Just saying, there's a reason her Troll name is Aaoograha hoa ("She Who Must Be Avoided")

--@rimeson

#1) Granny's gonna win. #2) Even if Detritus was taking it seriously and brought out the piecemaker. I think Granny could scare IT into not shooting at her.

--@omicheese

I'm gonna give it to Granny. her glare can melt rock, which is particularly effective on trolls.

--@fefeman

Match 4, Nutt vs. the Librarian

I just happen to believe that even in a friendly competition the Librarian would play fast and loose on potential murder. Whereas Mr Nutt would be more sportsmanlike ultimately at the cost of victory. The moral victory would be Mr Nutt's. But the Librarian wouldn't give a shit. He'd have the actual win and more menace to leverage a bigger banana budget from the Dean.

--@violetren

If the winner of this whole thing doesn't OOOK it's a farce.

--@msmeiriona

ngl I hope the Librarian wins the tournament. I'm a Murders in the Rue Morgue kind of fan.

--@fiercestpurpose (who wins for best reference to orangutan-themed slaughter)

Match 5, Vetinari vs. Adora Belle

Adora Belle Dearheart is just stubborn and saavy enough for Vetinari to have at least a small string board dedicated to her, and a curated and carefully updated file on her weaknesses. Just in case she sets her sights a little too high for his comfort. Unfortunately for Adora he comes in way more prepared than she could ever hope to be.

--@violetren

Spike tries her kitty heel speech and is halfway through digging it into Vetinari's bad leg when suddenly. Somehow. Vetinari has switched the shoes. 'My apologies Miss Dearheart but I'm afraid the shoe is on the other foot."

--@amatalefay

I feel like Adora would win by threatening to move to Quirm, taking with her both the golem trust and, more importantly, her husband. Vetinari immediately forfeits, not wanting to lose one of the city's better businessmen/public servants, but also knowing that Moist would probably be running Quirm within a week, which wouldn't be good for Vetinari's blood pressure.

--@missnotlob

Match 6, Nanny vs. Lu-Tze

Aaaaugh, hard choice!! Going with Nanny because Lu-Tze probably has a deep respect for all ladies who give out Wisdoms. And I know Lu-Tze has time powers but Nanny could snap him like a toothpick.

--@purpledemoncat

The only thing I can imagine them fighting over is the blanket on a cold night and Nanny would win.

--@thisblogisboundforglory-blog

This one's so tough. Killer instinct? That's a tie. Raw power? Also a tie. Commitment to the bit? Tie as well. Ability to lose with grace? Tie! In a serious fight I have no idea who'd win. But in a friendly fight? They'd play rock paper scissors probably. Or Lu-Tze would bring them to the best party of all time (Year of the Committed Flea on Fourecks), and they'd spend a week there before remembering about the fight. Come back smelly and giggly and drunk. And go what were we doing again? Eventually they'd drive the judges so crazy they'd both be kicked out of the contest.

--@parkersgeorg

She fucked that old man.

--@stonebluerue

Match 7, Ridcully vs. Carrot

Ridcully gets one shot at classic dead man's shoes shenanigans. ONE. If/when it fails because Carrot is much hardier and much hailer than his usual opponents. Also Carrot sees him attempt/almost succeed at some shady tactic and takes it upon himself to arrest Ridcully. And therefore cannot fall until Ridcully is in cuffs and handed off to a fellow watch member.

--@violetren

I think Carrot has a kind of insistent certainty about him that Ridcully could not stand up against for long enough to win the fight. Carrot just being like "Excuse me sir you are under arrest. Yes I understand you're a wizard but nevertheless." Ridcully trying his empty blustering bullshit to get past it. Probably Carrot is eventually like "If you would just come with me for 30 minutes, we'll get the paperwork sorted out and you'll be back in time for lunch." And how can you argue with "back in time for lunch"?

--@lemonbubble

I actually think this would be a draw. I think they would get into a Lovely Chat For Chaps and then shake hands and leave the ring without ever fighting. Lots of ringing laughter and shoulder clapping, though.

--@ymirjotunn

Gonna go with Ridcully in this one. The thing about wizards is that while he would respect the king of legend and does have a semi okay understanding with Vetinari, wizards also be fuckin around and finding out. One misplaced spell and it's all over for Carrot.

--@purpledemoncat

Match 8, Angua vs. Jackrum

Jackrum wrestles wolves and bears for a workout. Jackrum has an 8 pack and is shredded.

--@purpledemoncat

Hate to say this. But Jackrum definitely has the foresight to drop a scent bomb.

--@cake-my-beloved

She'd rip his throat out no hesitation. Even if he's stinky.

--@mhninaeide

As usual lots of super good commentary on these bouts, I wish I could reblog or copy them all. ;__;

#terry pratchett #discworld #discworld fight club 2023

[mamamittens]

Sugar on Your Tongue (+18)

MarcoXAceXSanjiXZoro (implied main coupling of MarcoXAce and SanjiXZoro)

Warnings: Food play, dirty food puns implied, praise kink, oral sex, anal, spit roasting, double penetration, overstimulation, threesome, and then finally foursome(?).

Do NOT fuck (literally) with food, some things can have hazardous reactions or risks if they go inside an unconventional hole, so to speak, so be sure to be careful (or not do it at all if you're uncertain). This goes more for my folks with vaginas, but I can't imagine having food near your dick is good either (or your ass).

Consider this a piece for a loose event I'm doing this month at my leisure "A Slice of Pride". Could be just this or perhaps a few pieces of gay(LGBTQ+) ships in OP. This one just happens to have four (male) characters involved but I wouldn't count on me writing more exactly like this. That's a lot to juggle (elbow elbow laugh laugh).

Word Count: 4,535

There’s an art to making food look as delicious as it tastes.

Sanji knows this well, having been exceptional at making meals for years now. He’s fully capable of making mouth watering food from scraps or the highest quality groceries, depending on what he has on hand and if he’s making a point. And tonight is a special occasion.

So, he’s pulled out all the stops.

Sanji carefully wheeled the last cart into the room he had prepped ahead of time. The rest of the crew, unfortunately, wasn’t invited to this special dinner. The unconventional meal was chosen specifically with his guest in mind. The details had been hashed out and argued over repeatedly. Sanji, naturally, had wanted to treat it as an intimate dinner for the others.

Ace argued that he should, for once, treat himself as well.

The kitchen was nearly burned down and he lost his favorite button up shirt in the proceeding argument. Ace did, however, win in the end. Sanji, unable and unwilling to seriously argue against the tantalizing thought. Ace also played dirty, but when did he ever miss the opportunity to do that? There was some sort of bet Sanji had been left out of for who was going to ‘serve’ the food. Ace lost—although Sanji suspected foul play since Ace looked too excited about losing.

The room was perfectly set up with a raised table in the center, three pillows to sit on around it. Lights set to a warm, cozy ambiance with the view of a picturesque mountainside just outside the balcony doors, partially obscured with a paper partition. Ideally for privacy, not that Sanji expected them to think of it for long.

There was even a dedicated bathroom for cleanup later.

Ace strolled into the room, already naked, a smug smile on his lips as Zoro and Marco followed close behind. Water clung to him, falling from his hair down his shoulders and back. Before Sanji could complain about it—the mess or how hard ‘plating’ would be if Ace was still soaking wet—Ace’s body visibly heated up. Steam curling up as the water rapidly evaporated, the barest flickers of fire around his broad shoulders.

As Sanji was already aware, Ace didn’t have much in the way of body hair, which made this all a lot easier.

Marco adjusted his teal yukata, guiding Ace with a hand low on his back fondly.

Zoro smirked, sitting on one of the pillows expectantly, shrugging his arms free of his own green yukata as he watched.

“Think you can lay still for the whole meal, firefly?” Zoro asked with a grin, lifting up a ‘modesty cloth’. Ace huffed, accepting Marco’s hand as he stood on the table and laid down, his head resting on a silk pillow.

“Of course I can!” Ace sneered, snapping up the small cloth and draping it over his cock. It didn’t escape anyone’s notice that the fabric refused to lay flat.

“Don’t fall asleep, Ace, or you’ll miss the whole thing.” Marco warned with a soft smile, sitting closest to Ace’s head and gently teasing his hair. Sanji lifted the lid of the appetizers. Dough and an assortment of sauces. “If you’re good, I’ll feed you too.” Marco teased.

“What? Was the plan to have me right here, smelling good food without a bite?!” Ace hissed, nearly rising up in protest before Zoro placed his hand firmly on Ace’s chest. Pinning him to the table easily. Ace’s breath visibly stuttered as he blushed, freckles sparking with embers as he laid back down without further prompting.

“Hey now, ero-cook worked hard for this food. Don’t make me restrain you for the whole meal.” Zoro warned with a sly grin, a muffled whine slipping free from Ace. Sanji grinned as well, lowering his ingredients to the floor for easy access.

“I’ve got rope under one of the carts if I need it.” Sanji warned softly, brushing his hand over Ace’s bare thigh, mere inches from the cloth that twitched. “But I won’t be needing that, will I?”

Marco cupped Ace’s burning cheeks, leaning down to kiss Ace, who lifted up his chin in an attempt to meet Marco halfway.

“No, you won’t be needing that, Chef. Ace knows how to be a good boy, don’t you?” Marco whispered, punctuating his sentence with soft kisses.

“Oh, he really does.” Sanji agreed, picking up a small bowl of butter and a brush. He painted a wide swath across Ace’s chest and ribs. Thoroughly coating the tan, freckled skin before putting down the brush to pick apart the dough. Small handfuls settled nicely in his palms as he broke them down into bite sizes. Each one being set on the prepped surface with a pleasant scent of frying bread rising. “Just lay still for me, pretty.” Sanji lifted up Ace’s hand and kissed his rough knuckles tenderly.

Ace sucked in a sharp breath, a few bits of dough sliding down his pecs before Zoro flicked his nipple. Ace instantly flinched, the air leaving his lungs sharply.

“Oi, what did he just say?” Zoro grumbled with a narrowed eye as Sanji reached over and delicately reset the pieces that moved. “We haven’t even gotten to the main course yet and you’re already trying shit, firefly?”

The heat picked up a notch and the bread starting frying faster. Sanji flicked the buttered brush over Ace’s forcefully steady chest, flipping over the bread as he went while adding more.

“Easy, moss-head. You’re the one trying to get ahead of himself here.” Sanji hissed, setting the bowls of sauces to the sides. A wide variety perfect for sampling from honey to spiced olive oil. Marco plucked one from low on Ace’s chest and swirled it in honey, teasingly letting it drip across the man’s ribs while Sanji clicked his tongue at the mess. They still had two courses to go and already they were making a mess. Zoro picked one himself and swiped it lightly across the dropped honey, mostly smearing it across as it started to brown.

Rolling his eyes. Sanji dropped a modest size of dough onto the mess and smeared the cool mass across the tainted surface. Ace visibly straining to not jolt under each touch. Once the honey fried bread was finished, Sanji dipped it in the spiced olive oil. The delicacy was surprisingly delicate, the bread fluffy and with a sweet aftertaste that followed the bite of the dried peppers.

Sanji smiled, still holding a generous portion of the ‘special’ fried bread as he broke off a piece and set it on his tongue. He locked eyes with Zoro who glanced at Ace and smirked, leaning forward to curl his hand around the back of Sanji’s head. Lips parting as he kissed Sanji greedily, thoroughly tasting the treat with a pleased groan. His tongue sliding across Sanji’s as the bread dissolved. Chasing the lingering traces aggressively in a way that made Sanji feel dizzy and hot. Sanji braced himself on Ace’s thigh by accident, the skin hot under his hand as he slipped further up, teasing the soft skin under the cloth.

Finally, when Ace whined, they broke away. Thick strings breaking as Zoro licked his lips.

“That tasted pretty good. Maybe I should give it a try?” Zoro asked picking up the spiced olive oil and letting it pool into Ace’s navel. Sanji offered him a handful of dough to play with before turning to Marco. The man locked eyes with Sanji, settling a piece of fried bread in Ace’s mouth when he tried to speak.

“Care to share, Chef?” Marco asked with a hungry smile. Sanji smiled, tearing off a piece and placing it in his mouth.

Marco was gentler, cupping Sanji’s cheek as he leaned in. Teasing Sanji’s lips wider with soft licks until he melted against Marco with a sigh. The bread falling apart between their tongues as Ace panted beneath them. Sanji pulled away to slip another piece of bread in and saw Zoro swirling the bread into a messy smear of honey and spiced olive oil low on Ace’s abdomen.

There was a soft, insistent tug on his own yukata.

Sanji looked down to a pleading Ace, Marco sharing an amused look.

“He looks so sad, doesn’t he? I think he’s earned a taste of the chef’s special, don’t you?” Marco asked leadingly. Sanji smiled, leaning down to drop the generous piece of bread onto Ace’s awaiting tongue, ignoring his throbbing cock as he chased it with a kiss. Ace moaned, struggling to keep the bread close to his lips for Sanji. Sanji groaned in appreciation, his tongue tangling around Ace’s as he sought something more elusive than the taste of fried bread.

Sanji could hear Zoro groan, a wet, messy kiss clear in the air above his head as he pulled away to slip the rest of the bread into Ace’s mouth for another taste. Ravenously chasing Ace’s moans as he struggled to stay still long after the bread was gone from either of their mouths.

Sanji pulled away slowly, tongue hanging as Ace panted for air, head lifting up to lap at his lips for more.

“Whoops.” Zoro said dryly. Sanji looked up from Ace’s insistent lips, ignoring the soft whine. Marco licked Zoro’s lips and leaned back with a smirk.

“Looks like we’re out of bread.” Marco sighed, licking his lips with a pleased grin. Sanji huffed, looking at the bowl of dough to find it was, indeed, empty. It hadn’t been full to start with, but still.

“Greedy.” Sanji rolled his eyes and grabbed a wet rag sitting in a bowl of cold water. Delicately, he cleaned up the surface of Ace’s chest from the messy aftermath of their ‘tasting’. Ace hissed, fabric over his clearly erect cock jerking again as the cold fabric passed over his skin with a hiss of steam. Still despite this, Sanji methodically cleaned up the mess.

Sanji stood up and exchanged the ‘bread’ trays with the main course. Thin slices of meat and vegetables. Perfect for frying and eating, though cautiously, with their bare hands. Each one seasoned to perfection and lacking only the oil and heat.

Now confident that Ace was clean enough to cook on, Sanji sat back down. He picked up a clean brush and layered on oil, watching it as the liquid heated up before setting down the raw meat slices and lines of vegetables. The meat sizzled, the air becoming warmer as the spice grew thick. It was a wide variety of meat that Sanji had prepared, sticking to the ‘tasting’ theme of the meal. The vegetables having soaked in an identical mixture as the meats to prevent any contamination before cooking.

Zoro was the first to pluck a thick strand of meat, sea king by the looks of it, and eating it in one bite. Marco went next, grabbing a thin slice of onion and beef, twisting the two together to give to Ace. Ace looked pleased, grinning and trying to look down without moving his chest to pick his own slices.

Sanji slapped his raised hand lightly, chastising him before selecting a thin ribbon of pork and several vegetables to make a wrap the size of three fingers. He offered the hot bundle to Ace, sliding it onto his mouth as he delicately bit it in half. Swallowing and pulling in the other half with his tongue, teasingly swiping Sanji’s thumb before nipping it. Sanji hissed, pulling back with a smile as he fed himself.

Zoro gave Ace a contemplative look before grabbing a wide, thin slice of sea king meat. Marco, suspecting something, was quick to put his hands on Ace’s shoulders.

Zoro tugged off the small cloth that was previously doing a poor job of hiding Ace’s straining cock and Sanji’s eyes widened.

Before Zoro could act out his lewd thought, Sanji slapped his hand.

“Do that and it’ll stick to him, moss-head!” Sanji hissed, reaching for the oil brush. Zoro grinned as Sanji considered how best to cover Ace.

His cock was, unsurprisingly, thick and hard. Precum leaking at the top. Sanji reached down and swiped over the head. Clearing it for his brush to swirl around the tip and down the sides. Sanji took the meat Zoro still had pinched between his fingers and molded it around Ace’s cock. Ace gasping as the cold, wet meat started sizzling instantly.

“I knew you could be good for us.” Marco praised with a lewd grin, offering Ace another strip of cooked meat as a reward before leaning down and kissing him.

“Well, are you going to waste it?” Sanji asked Zoro.

Zoro snorted, smirking as he settled over Ace’s legs. Zoro gripped Ace’s hips firmly, ignoring the heat as he dipped his head down. Sanji plucked a strip of meat off Ace’s chest as he moaned loudly into Marco’s lips, jerking against the two forces keeping him pinned down.

Sanji pressed his hand over Zoro’s head teasingly, forcing him to keep deepthroating Ace for a few more seconds. Taking advantage of the unexpected rise in temperature, Sanji swiped more seared meat and vegetables before the burned. Finally, he let go with a laugh, Zoro pulling away with a wet slurp.

Zoro glared at him, wiping his mouth as Marco pulled away as well, panting for air.

“How’d it taste, Zoro?” Marco asked. Zoro smirked and leaned over Ace to pull Marco in for a kiss. Sanji huffed, having lost access to literally the entirety of Ace’s body while the two shared the ‘taste’. Sanji reached down and blindly ran his hand along Zoro’s thigh, brushing his cock as he searched for Ace’s.

“Is he always so damn greedy, firefly?” Sanji complained, hand wrapping around Ace’s hot cock. Ace jerked, groaning and twitching under Sanji’s hand.

“Yesss~!” Ace whined. “S-Such a damn tease!”

Marco and Zoro broke away, the two smirking down at Ace.

“You just like to complain, don’t you baby?” Marco cooed, reaching down to free his cock from under his yukata. “Better shut up before you get into real trouble.” Marco tilted Ace’s head back, brushing the head of his cock over Ace’s lips as he obliged, taking it without complaint despite Maro’s tease.

“You’re turn, ero-cook.” Zoro said, gesturing to Ace’s cock weeping over Sanji’s fist.

Sanji grinned at Ace’s moan, roughly wiping Ace’s cock clean for another layer of oil for the meat.

He selected a nice, thick slice of fillet before curling around Ace’s hard cock. The end flipped over his leaking tip. Zoro moved, backing away from the table completely as Sanji took his place. When it reached a nice, hot pink color, Sanji gripped Ace’s tapered hips and leaned down. Lapping at the end of the fillet slice to tease a thick drop of precum that dripped down the side of his cock and meat.

Pleased with the delicious sight before him, Sanji opened his mouth and took Ace’s cock in deep. Hot, sizzling meat trapped against his tongue as he swallowed hungrily. The delicately spiced meat mixing with a slightly salty aftertaste. Ace moaned loud around Marco’s cock as Sanji felt hands slide up his thighs.

“Feels good being our good boy, doesn’t it?” Marco sighed as Sanji tried to pull up off Ace’s cock. The thickness difficult to swallow around to take in the meat, but a firm hand stopped him.

“Nope.” Zoro snickered behind him, a slick hand teasing the rim of his ass. “It’s time you really enjoyed your meal like our firefly. Don’t you want to be a good boy too?” Sanji moaned, nearly choking as Zoro slipped in a thick finger, teasing Sanji’s ass open slowly.

Sanji swallowed thickly, working his tongue down to pull in the fillet as Ace moaned, jerking in Sanji’s mouth. The temperature of Ace’s cock cooled considerably as Sanji squeezed his hips, much to Sanji’s appreciation. Though it spiked every time Sanji swallowed hard, slowly drawing the fillet up his cock. Zoro still teased open Sanji, slipping in another two fingers while he desperately worked to make it easier on himself, sucking in harsh breaths through is nose with a whine.

“Why don’t you do a little prep work while you’re down there, lovely?” Marco cooed a metal bowl brushing Sanji’s hand. Blindly, head still forced onto Ace’s cock, Sanji brushed his hand up into the bowl.

Oil, thick and cool under his touch.

Sanji slipped his tongue along the underside of Ace’s cock, aware that the taste of salt was beginning to overtake the spiced fillet as he slowly pulled it apart. With his now slick hand, Sanji reached down to Ace’s thigh, smearing the oil up to the tensed muscles of his ass. Balls hot and heavy just above his rim.

Zoro scissored open his fingers and Sanji slipped in his middle finger, moaning along with Ace. Sanji groaned as Ace came hard, nearly choking from the force of his cum hitting the back of Sanji’s throat. Swallowing hard to not waste a drop, the last of the fillet slipping free as Zoro pressed hard against his prostate.

Sanji moaned, spilling cum across the table and Ace’s trembling thighs as Zoro laughed, massaging harder to milk his reaction.

Sanji slipped in another finger as Ace whined thickly.

“Is he doing a good job for you, baby?” Marco cooed, “You should see it, such a pretty sight with both your mouths full.” Marco praised as Zoro let go of Sanji’s head to rip off their yukatas.

Sanji swallowed the last of Ace’s cum and lifted his head with a gasp, choking softly as Zoro pulled the fabric away from his back.

Sanji blinked, face red as he panted. Marco pulled his wet cock free from Ace’s mouth, finally letting him breath as well.

“You’ve done beautifully… I think it’s time the chef retires for dessert.” Marco said, leaning over to kiss Sanji’s panting lips. Licking across his tongue as he kissed him deep for several moments. “Mmm, even better than the first taste~” Marco sighed.

Marco stood up and took away the mostly empty trays of meat and vegetables, giving Sanji the cold rag to clean up again. Sanji, dizzy and thrilled at where this could be going, carefully cleaned up Ace’s now reasonably hot chest. Zoro back to fondling his ass and stroking his sides, kissing up his back.

Sanji finished with some difficulty, Zoro thoroughly keeping him distracted with soft kisses along his spine. Zoro reached down and lifted up Ace’s limp legs over Sanji’s hips. Raising him up so he could grip under his ass and fist Sanji’s cock with a slick hand. He jerked it over Sanji’s throbbing dick, making sure to wet the head before pressing it between Ace’s cheek. Bullying Sanji into Ace, his own cock hot against Sanji’s thigh.

Ace threw back his head and moaned as Marco returned with a tray from the ‘dessert’ cart.

“Ready, Sanji?” Zoro huffed into Sanji’s ear, gripping his ass cheeks and slowly forcing him to hilt into Ace.

Sanji groaned, head rolling onto Zoro’s shoulder.

“Yesss!” Sanji hissed, feeling the moment Zoro slipped the thick head of his cock in with a pop. Zoro pressed his hips against Sanji, forcing them both to hilt completely as Ace whined sharply.

Sanji opened his eyes and looked down at Ace.

Marco was taking a dallop of whip cream and flicking it over Ace’s chest. The thick mixture slapping over his nipples and down towards his navel in clumps. Then Marco took a spoonful of chocolate syrup and drizzled it over the right side down to the furthest spot of whip cream before repeating it with caramel on the other side. Some falling onto Ace’s leaking cock.

Then, Marco took a sift of powdered sugar and covered Ace’s chest with it lightly, looking quite pleased with himself. Once that was done, he placed cherries over where Ace’s nipples were and looked at Sanji.

“Well, dig in.” Marco invited, setting the dessert tools to the side and lazily fisting his cock with a smug look.

Sanji looked down at Ace, the man flustered and hungry.

Zoro snapped his hips against Sanji’s ass, cock thrusting in deep like he could forget it was there.

“Hurry up, ero-cook! Before I make you!” Zoro hissed.

Sanji clicked his tongue, leaning down to lap at the messy pile of whip cream with chocolate drizzles. Tip of his tongue reaching in deep enough to lick up Ace’s pec.

“Food’s meant to be enjoyed, moss-head.” Sanji sighed, licking up Ace’s nipple and a mouthful of whip cream with a cherry. Ignoring the mess he was making, Sanji leaned up and kissed Ace, feeding him the sweet treat. Cherry slipping down Ace’s tongue as Zoro started rutting against him.

They both moaned, Sanji falling onto Ace’s chest from the tight clench around his cock and the thick length that buried into his ass. Smearing the mix around as Zoro starting fucking them faster.

“How’s the dessert, Zoro?” Marco asked, Sanji moaning as something dripped down his back. A hot tongue chasing up again as Zoro groaned, pace unrelenting.

“Fucking delicious.” Ace wrapped his tongue around Sanji’s as he grabbed his hair. “Y-You should try it.”

“I think I will~” Marco cooed, freeing Sanji’s hair from Ace’s grip before pushing on Sanji’s shoulders. Raising him up gently. Sanji panted, cock throbbing as he realized the mess that was Ace’s and his own chest. A smear of whip cream, chocolate, and caramel. A single cherry now half buried near Ace’s throat. Marco gripped his cock and scooped up a generous serving, taking the cherry with it. “Good boy~” Marco praised as Ace eagerly lifted up his head to receive the treat.

Marco lowered his head and licked up Sanji’s chest. Greedily feasting on the dessert and softly biting his chest. Sanji moaned, perfectly trapped in the pleasure and sticky mess. Cream melting and dripping down towards his cock.

Marco took in a mouthful of mixed cream and sucked against his chest, tongue teasing a nipple as Zoro roughly pinched the other clean. Noisily licking his fingers next to Sanji’s ear over the wet sound of sex.

“Such a fucking tasty treat~” Zoro moaned, gripping Sanji’s waist to fuck him harder. “Going to be good for us? C’mon, Sanji, take it all!” Zoro licked across Sanji’s shoulder and bit down hard. Slamming into the hilt as hot cum filled him, dripping down his thighs from the excess.

Not done yet, Zoro forced Sanji out from Ace, the other whining at the loss.

Zoro lifted Sanji’s thighs and pinned them to his slick chest. Thick cock still wedged into his ass, Sanji was lowered down further and gasped. Looking down, Sanji realized Marco was holding up Ace’s cock, smearing it in the mess of cum and cream.

Encouraging Sanji’s ass to take both.

Marco grinned, panting hotly as he looked at Sanji.

“Be a good boy now, and take it.” Marco moaned, licking up more cream to slip it over Sanji’s hanging tongue.

With difficultly, Ace’s thick head slipped in besides Zoro’s, all three of them moaning sharply. Sanji jerked, cumming across his chest in a thick spurt as Ace slipped in deeper still. Zoro hissed, gripping his thighs in a bruising grip as Sanji was seated firmly on Ace’s lap.

Sanji quivered, panting and whining as he was stretched open so wide. Ace moaning beneath them as Marco chuckled.

“Isn’t he so fucking pretty when he falls apart?” Zoro asked. Marco hummed darkly, pulling away from Sanji finally.

“Hmmm, he really is. Ready for the final course?” Marco purred, licking Sanji’s wet lips.

“Y-Yes~! O-Oooh fuck yes, please!” Sanji begged, eyes watering as his cock sprang to life.

“Looks like you get seconds, Ace.” Marco cooed, pulling away and releasing Ace’s mouth from his cock. Ace panted, face red as he swallowed hard before looking up at Sanji. Eagerly, he lifted himself up, contorting to lick up Sanji’s chest.

“You’re so tight, Sanji. Do you like how it feels?” Ace asked roughly, tongue making quick work of the smeared mess along Sanji’s abs and chest. “You taste almost as good as you feel, fuck!” Ace whined as Zoro moved back, Ace’s cock nearly slipping out as he followed hastily.

Marco was quick to scoop up Ace’s thighs, shoving him up against Sanji as he yelped. The sound pulled into a moan as Marco sank into him

Ace moaned wetly against Sanji’s neck, leaning up to kiss Zoro as Marco lightly bounced him on his cock. The two cocks throbbing as Zoro set a slow pace against Ace’s harsh rocks. Marco smiled over Ace’s shoulder, leaning in to lick Sanji’s lips as he fucked Ace harder.

Sanji moaned, rapidly approaching another orgasm with his cock slipping in sticky cream between Ace’s hot body and his own.

“A-Ah! Aahhn ff-fuck ah-ah-ooooh FUCK!” Sanji cursed, lapping at Marco’s tongue as he was overwhelmed. Ace whined into his ear against Zoro’s mouth, cumming with Sanji as they were both railed into harder. Sanji shakily reached out and gripped at whoever he could reach. Fingers slipping in melted whip cream as he was smashed into Ace, Zoro and Marco leaning against each other to fuck them both harder. Overstimulation blurring with pleasure and the slight pain of being fucked open so wide.

Ace whined, panting and kissing Zoro and Sanji’s neck messily, babbling in a cock-drunk stupor.

“M-Marco! Marco! Ahhnn fffuck Marco—Z-Zoro-oooh~!” Ace jerked his head back, sobbing loud with tears streaming down his cheeks as Marco kissed his shoulders, finally allowing Sanji to breath.

Only for Zoro to reach up and yank back his hair for a messy kiss, still intent on fucking Sanji breathless with Ace.

“R-Ready to be a good boy?” Marco panted, it was unclear who he was addressing as Zoro broke away from the kiss.

“Y-Yeess! Hnngh~!” Ace whined, reached up to grab Sanji’s face and kiss him as he came again, Marco grunting with a hiss as Zoro slammed into Sanji one last time. The amount of cum practically falling free despite Sanji squeezing the two cocks hard in another orgasm.

Sanji whined, clutching Marco as Zoro slowly pumped his cock in deeper.

“So pretty and sweet~” Marco praised hoarsely, licked across Sanji’s sullied skin.

Gently, Ace and Zoro pulled out from Sanji’s body. Kissing and stroking his skin softly. Ace collapsed onto the table panting but practically glowing, a pleased smirk on his face.

Zoro chuckled, leaning back with Sanji draped over his lap. He whistled sharply.

“Fuck, you two made a mess.” Zoro pressed a kiss to Sanji’s cheek. “…You still hungry, firefly?”

Sanji moaned in surprise and looked down at Ace, who looked very hungry still. Marco leaning back and licking his sticky fingers with a grin.

Ace looked down with a smirk.

“Oh yeah. I can go for seconds.” Ace purred, Sanji following his gaze down Sanji’s chest. Down to where his cock throbbed, covered in a mix of sauces and whip cream.

Sanji couldn’t hold back his whimper, blood hot for more despite himself.

#one piece smut #marco the phoenix #portgas d ace #black leg sanji #ronoroa zoro #ace smut #marco smut #sanji smut #zoro smut #a slice of pride #I was very ambitious with the amount of dicks I could involve here #*Insert crude sex joke here*

[luckyloo13]

Ficlet

Cw: gender neutral, wetting, whumpee with low self esteem, awkward caretaker

(it's been years since I posted long forms of writing, I'm sorry if I did it wrong. This is based on one of my first prompt posts on here since someone wanted a story)

      Whumpee hated the way their breath shook every so often. They were sure caretaker would notice eventually, but somehow they didn't. Caretaker was slowly figuring out some subtle quirks of Whumpee, but Whumpee was just too good at hiding themselves sometimes.

   Whumpees lower region was starting to

prickle with pain. It wasn't an unfamiliar sensation to them, but that didn't make this situation any less terrifying to them. They had spent a lot of their childhood like this, locked in their room sitting on their heels to avoid having an accident. They usually weren't allowed to visit the restroom without explicit permission, which meant having to ask. It was humiliating, but it was even worse when Whumper said no. And if Whumper was busy or asleep, then tough luck.

       Holding your pee in every now and then won't hurt you, but years of having your bladder burst on you when the pain was too much to bear tends to weaken your organs.

        Right now, Whumpee was nursing what most would consider an ok amount of water. And most would notice it sitting in their bladder, but not be too concerned about it. It wasn't that much, after all, a normal person could wait, or just get up and leave to do their business like an adult. But no, Whumpee was an idiot.

         "Hey...caretaker?" They started. They knew they had to just be an adult and stop making this a big deal, but old habits die hard. They subtlety cross one leg over the other. It only helps a little, but they refuse to be obvious

         Caretaker looked away from what they were watching. Whumpee wasn't really paying attention, but Caretaker seemed to really like the film.

         "Yeah? What do you need?" They asked.

          "Could I get up for a few minutes? I promise I'll be right back" Whumpee asked, hating their slight voice crack. They tried to sound nonchalant, but internally they knew they were reaching a breaking point. If they sat here any longer all hell would break loose.

          Caretaker, being the jokester they were, sighed loudly, "Nooo I want you here! You can't escape me that easily" it was only a jest, Whumpee knew that. But they couldn't help taking it too seriously and just gave a quiet noise of acknowledgment.

           Even though Whumpee didn't voice any of their thoughts or feelings, it felt like there was a tidal wave (pun unintended) inside them. Just get up you idiot. But caretaker said no? No they didn't, you're being dumb again. You put yourself in this predicament. Whumper was right you really do love making a fool of yourself.

            They wouldn't be caught dead dancing around, or even worse holding themselves. As much as Whumpee wanted and needed to, they had to keep up the facade that everything was ok.

            That was, until, only a few agonizing minutes later. Their groin was inflamed with pain, and it was a little hard to tell at first, but they froze, mortified. Wet heat had traveled a little down their thigh, and pooled underneath where they sat.

            "Shit" they involuntarily whispered to themselves, basically forgetting about the person sitting next to them. Their bladder was starting to give out, there was no way to ignore the waves and contractions at this point. Actually, they weren't even sure if they could move right now, they missed that window of opportunity.

            Caretaker was finally starting to realize something was up, "Whumpee? You ok?" They asked looking at them. Caretaker saw Whumpees body jumping and jolting at random intervals. And then they noticed the smell, and then the heat reaching its way to their leg. Caretaker scooted back in surprise. "Oh my god are you-"

            Whumpee accidentally interrupted with a shuddering inhale. They were clearly trying to hold back tears, and mouthed 'I'm sorry' over and over again. Whumpee was afraid their tears would spill if they actually spoke, serving to make them look like even more of a loser. As if that were possible.

            It took a few moments, but Caretaker eventually put it together that Whumpee was trying and failing to stop their accident. Even though it was happening no matter what, and the damage was being done, Whumpee held on to their last shred of dignity and hope.

            "Whumpee...just let go"

            Whumpee turned their head to Caretaker in shock, "I..."

             "It's ok, just get it over with"  Caretaker softly urges. They can't lie they're a little grossed out, but they wouldn't say it to poor Whumpee.

           

              Whumpee snapped their eyes shut so they didn't have to see their shame. For the next 30 seconds, Whumpee emaninated the putrid stench of piss, mixed the deafening sound of their puddle splattering over the side of the choice and kissing hardwood floors. It wasn't the first time Whumpee had messed up, but they had hoped it wouldn't happen again. As soon as the nearly volcanic heat came over their pants, it was gone; It was replaced with a sticky chill that would leave a nasty rash. Still not opening their eyes, Whumpee finally broke and started sobbing slowly. First a few tears, a couple chest heaves. And then they couldn't stop.

             Caretaker surprised Whumpee by grabbing both of their hands to lift them from the couch, nearly toppling into Caretaker, "Hey....it's uh.....ok. We can talk about it in a little while. Why don't we help clean you up first?" They offered, going in for a small hug. Whumpee could tell Caretaker was awkwardly trying to avoid getting themselves dirty, but Whumpee understood. It was starting to burn again in a new way down their legs.

              "Yeah...ok. Thank you"

#whump #whump fic #whumpee #caretaker #situational whump #whump community #hurt/comfort

[raitrolling]

weirdly specific meme- even numbers for sharle

putting under a cut cuz theres a Lot:

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

it depends on how comfortable he feels around the other person, and if he's certain that they also see him as a friend. he'd like to avoid the awkward moments of calling someone a friend when they think he's only an acquaintance

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

go-karting for fun. he started karting basically as soon as he was able to, but then that turned into a career prospect fairly quickly which meant he got competitive over winning just as quickly. so that kinda sucked the fun out of the hobby, but without that drive (pun intended) he wouldn't be where he is now

6. What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

i'm assuming this is meant to be one where the asker specifies so i'll just do a general answer lmao

but sharle tends to be pretty liberal with recommending things if the subject is brought up, and since he travels a lot he's a good person to ask if you need recommendations for what to do on your holiday or w/e. so if there's anything he likes that he hasn't recommended yet, it's because no one has asked him lmao

8. How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

strictly quads only, and he'd only say it in private. he's awkward about any sort of PDA, so whoever is dating him would have to initiate everything if they're out in public

10. What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

he knows a lot about retro video games, especially racing games. he's like an encyclopedia of snes f-zero fun facts

12. What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

watching people freak out when he's driving them somewhere and he's taking corners wayyy too quickly lMAO

14. How do they put out a candle?

blowing it out like a normal person? though if he happens to have his racing gloves on him, he might put them on and snuff out the flame with his fingers just to show off that they're fireproof

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

he doesn't really imagine arguments in his head, but he likes to imagine other people agreeing with real arguments that happened. yes sharle it wasn't your fault you collided with [insert other driver here] on the track he should have left you space (reality: he fuckin divebombed them and it was 100% his fault)

18. Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

no one, but only because he doesn't have any close romantic relationships. he's close with his teammate Tira and a lot of the team staff, but he wouldn't say he loves him

20. Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

no one for the first category, and for the second category he doesn't like velour as a person but agrees that he makes some real fine outfits

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

he has a needle phobia, so having to get blood tests taken is an Ordeal for him. he has definitely fainted at least once after a test

24. Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

he would as long as his dietician is looking the other way LMAO he likes chocolate or hazelnut cookies, especially if they've got melted bits in the middle

26. How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

he'd want to know the exact reasons why he's being fired down to like the most minute details, so that he can decide if they're being fair to him or not. and then he'd go looking for a spot on another team, even if it means getting demoted to a reserve driver or helping test / develop cars

28. What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

he's not really someone who wants things from other people, so he wouldn't tell them anything. what he'd really want is someone with no connections to his career that he can hang out with, so he's not overly consumed by racing

30. When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

professional mistakes he can brush off easily. yeah he crashed his car whatever there's always the next race to redeem himself. he feels guiltier about personal mistakes because there's more to lose there, whether that be connections to network within the racing world, or friends and other relationships outside of it

32. If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

he's definitely got speeding tickets LMAO if he didn't think driving fast was fun then he wouldn't be a racer, simple as that

34. How do they greet someone they like / love?

"H3y." (amount of smile depends on how close he is to them emotionally)

36. Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

i mean that is kind of the name of the game in the celebrity / professional athlete world. he knows when he needs to make specific connections and hold onto them to secure his position as a racing driver, and tends to be more lax when it comes to connections that are less important (such as playing nice for the media). there's no malicious intent since he's not a malicious person in general

38. What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

have you ever tried to parallel park a sports car when everyone is watching you? i haven't, but Sharle has done some shocking parking jobs when turning up to the track just because there were so many people around with cameras

40. How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

'Huh, that was a loose handshake' and move on. He literally does not care

42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

"Why Track Limit Penalties Are Bullshit, Actually: A TED Talk Co-Signed By Half The Grid"

44. What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

Probably Spanish, since he's already fluent in Italian and French and they share some linguistic similarities

46. Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

definitely a listener, mostly because he's a bit socially awkward especially around trolls outside of his usual sphere. he'll talk when prompted or has something to add to a conversation, which usually is when he's able to talk about his own experiences or recommend things to people

48. Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

the marketing / social media team LMAO

50. What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

hmmm i think personally it's more that sharle doesn't really have any particular beliefs or morals that he stands by and prefers to coast along doing whatever everyone wants. as a public figure he could be in a position to advocate for a better cause (or the best one can get in a society like Alternia), but he just does not care for that

52. Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

he acts quickly if something annoys him and is prone to hotheadedness (especially when on the track), but in most other situations he can keep his cool and hear people out

54. What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

definitely fight lmao

56. If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

if it's a silly fear like his needle phobia he would greatly prefer it if people just Did Not acknowledge his fear at all, but with any of his more personal fears he'd rather speak to a close friend or quadrant about it. he's a very private person, and doesn't talk about what's on his mind because he doesn't think he needs to

58. How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

he really likes picking up new active hobbies, so apart from racing he likes motorbike riding, cycling (with a preference for mountain bikes), surfing, jogging, and exercise in general. the only stay-at-home hobby he has is his video games, which is something he's grown up playing so it's always stuck by him. otherwise he doesn't really try any new hobbies, he's busy enough as-is

#asks #divinebastet #headcanon #sharle casini

[aindreisblythe]

2, 12, 22, 32, 42, 52.

2. How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

Aindreis is pretty friendly so he would say "my friend" about literally any one he's talked to and gotten along with. However, when it's time to actually think and consider who are his friends, the answer might be stricter.

12. What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

Puns. Aindreis is a big fan of dad jokes and he will rarely miss the opportunity to make one. You can also add "his own jokes" to the list of things that make him laugh without fail.

22. What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

Jaywalking. You wouldn't think it when you first see Andy, but he cannot jaywalk for the life of him.

32. If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

Trespassing, probably. And it would probably be by mistake.

42. If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

Ask Ali and you will know that you don't need to push Aindreis too much when it comes to presentations. I don't know about titles, but it would have to be something about space, the stars or black holes.

52. Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Impulsivity is one of Andy's flaws. Most likely, he will act on his immediate emotions, but one of his most powerful emotions is his fear of rejection, due to RSD, and that would lead him to not act, even if some facts and signs show that maybe he should.

[fagtainsparklez]

I know nothing abt ianite and jordan can i get uhhhhhh like kinda a summary? A description? It seems vv interesting but if u dont wanna feel free to ignore 👍👍

mello do not worry i GLADLY accept any opportunity to talk about these bastards (affectionate)

so whenever i talk about ianite and jordan i'm talking about mianite, which i have a brief overview on here [link]. in short, the series centered around three gods, one of which was ianite, the goddess of balance and justice. jordan was her main worshipper, and he took it seriously.

i try to stay as spoiler-free as possible on here because i know some people have it on their watchlists, but ianite and jordan have a strong bond that literally transcends realities. jordan's character is a loose canon in all times except when it comes to his lady, whose word he heeds without question or hestiation. ianite could ask jordan to end the world and he'd do it without thought. they have a love and connection to each other that's really hard to put into words, but soulmates wouldn't be too far off from the truth. the best way i can think to describe them is that they're at their worst without each other's guidance and support. they balance each other out, pun fully intended :3

#muse talk #mellointheory #mianite #mello youre telling me youve reblogged all my brainrot and u dont even know them. i. godspeed #/pos #yes yes i know the series is nearly 8 years old but i still dont wanna spoil it #its best watched semi blind bc of its formatting #but yeah. i care about the captain and his lady a lot if it isnt obvious #its just such a strong sense of love and familiarity and trust. i couldnt name anything quite like them. #as much as they enable each other. they're also each other's anchor #they literally cannot exist without being there for each other. #typing this out was so hard bc when i think about them my brain just statics askldfj #its just mush. there are no thoughts. only me rotating their little minecraft characters in my mind. #i hope this was a semi good explanation 💀 or at least a semi coherent one

[fluffbyday-smutbynight]

… just some little trivia and oddities from last week’s ficlets. Enjoy! :)

- Week 03 -

15. Drink

Loosely inspired by this post. The "In Vino Veritas" trope is always fun to play around with ;)

16. Fantasy

It's been ages since I last played Dungeons & Dragons (and it probably shows)... but I couldn't resist the opportunity for a silly pun. Here's the Beholder, as illustrated by Todd Lockwood (my fave DnD artist):

John's halfling character is obviously a nod to The Hobbit and it's headcanon that he would name him Dildo Daggins.

17. Invite

Here, Sherlock justifies the choice of hypenating their surnames as Watson-Holmes by bringing up phonetics. If it was Holmes-Watson instead, the proximity of the final "s" and the initial "w" would be (at least, in his - and mine - opinion) quite cacophonic indeed.

Read more about John Holmes here. I know about him only 'cause of a silly italian song... I swear!

18. Cat

aka, the return of Biscuit!

His goofiness was inspired by 1) my own experience with ginger cats and 2) Jorts: the cat, the myth, the legend.

19. Crowd

Just figured I'd whip out some H/C for this one. Who wouldn't feel a bit claustrophobic at rush hour?

20. Club

TBH the idea came to mind because of this post... didn't take it in *that* direction, but i still might eheh.

21. Wool

This post about Chris Evan's jumper in Knives Out was too juicy to pass on. And an amazing opportunity to mention their (cuddly) movie nights and Mrs Hudson's awesomeness.

Find the pattern for free on Ravelry :D

#trivia tuesday #fluffbruary #johnlock #johnlock fluff #sherlock holmes #john watson #bbc sherlock #johnlock ficlets #fluffsmut x fluffbruary

[theunderneath]

Yandere platonic fam ask! I love romance! I just feel like people are sleeping on the potential of the Whitebeard crew all being yandere (or any crew really, its usually just one or two members despite the extreme lengths they go to in canon for each other)! That and I wanted to be clear I wasn't talking about a frankly massive poly ship (pun intended, lol), which I do not expect nor want to find.

I know Skypians(?) Can't fly and their wings are usually about the relative size of sexy angel costume wings, but could you write a darling who has massive fluffy (and pretty!) wings that can fly (naturally exhausting, so no cross-sea travel here)? They're on the run cause One Piece is kinda horrible on main at every opportunity and get fished out of the ocean by the Whitebeard crew and is convinced to join! Loose feathers are gifted to their favorite new family members (and there may or may not be a rule for making sure the darling doesn't rip out their feathers for gifts since it means A LOT to the darling after hiding for so long).

And they love this new family! Whitebeards don't care about their unnatural wings (cause they're soft and dwarf the darling, so cute!) And are willing to help preen them! Darling even gets to nest since most beds don't accomadate their wings right! Sure they can't fly alone or at night, but it's so nice to be worried over for a change! They can't run around islands alone, but slavers are still absolutely a concern and the darling feels safer being escorted anyway. And they don't like fighting in fear of injuring their wings, so it's nice that they're not expected to! They might use a gun for sharpshooting purposes if allowed though!

It is a little weird that they're never alone, but the ship is always bustling, so maybe not that weird? The door has a weird lock on the outside, but it was probably a store room before! They get to help out with small errands, especially with a certain crew member (your pick, treat yourself, lol!) Who loves preening their wings and joining their nest for naptime (the crew probably ships it for a lot of reasons). It's a good thing the darling just assumes they've been alone too long to remember what having a family is actually supposed to be like, or those wings might be clipped.

Or maybe just strapped down with a sort of backpack contraption for a literal grounding since Marco would be pretty upset to lose his flying partner. And you wouldn't want to make the birdie sad, would you?

I'd literally just love to see any of this period, because it is a desert of content for this crew out here! I'm fem myself but the darling doesn't have to be! Thank you and sorry for the long ask again. Brevity may be the soul of whit, but my head is empty. There are only thots.

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I feel like, I can’t add anything to that. Like... You've already explored a lot of your own idea. So I kinda have to turn it down under the guides that I got nothing. Sorry for any disappointment. 

#Sorry! #yandere one piece

[anzcty]

Analysing Episode 6 Sylvie - her actions, her choice and a whole bunch of theories (Spoilers!)

After watching the Loki finale, I have been scrolling through Tumblr for quite a long time. I already knew that people's opinions were gonna be incredibly different but I definitely did not expect this much negative backlash. Especially when it comes to two specific topics - the Sylvie and Loki kiss and Sylvie's betrayal (/choice/actions). I'm gonna be talking about the latter, for it is another time I'll talk a lot about Sylki's relationship. (Beware that this post is also really long though)

First of all, everyone has different opinions and I respect that. I absolutely adore movies, books, TV-shows and videogames because despite what's happening within the story, each viewer has the opportunity to see something else in what they are shown (besides the obvious canon). What I mean is that everyone interprets certain scenes differently and gains the opportunity to make up theories. Therefore I want to clarify that I do, by no means, want to force my views upon others. It's nice to see people talk about the Loki Series (as long as it doesn't get too negative and hateful, iykwim) because every viewer can share their specific experiences with it :)

I'm gonna analyse Sylvie's character a bit ( because, well, I'm bored and I kinda wanna protect my beloved character that I've only had for a few weeks >:^0 AND the only thing I could think about the past day was this episode) and try to explain her actions in the finale (keep in mind: not justifying them, but explaining them).

I'm terribly bad at concentrating on one single topic point so I kinda made a 'list' with questions and whatnot that I wanted to dive deeper into. Your thoughts are also more than welcome!

I already want to apologise for grammatical mistakes, for I am not a native english speaker.

Sylvie's reason for being taken away by the TVA is still kinda unknown

You know, I've heard quite a few theories about Sylvie's nexus event by now. Some people say that she got taken away because she was playing with her toys in a way that indicates her having a good heart (playing as a Valkyrie and wanting to save someone, another hint may also be the reaction she showed towards someone else who got kidnapped by the TVA, yelling at the soldiers to "help them out"). Another theory is that she already knew she was adopted, unlike Loki who found out way later than her. Please correct me if I'm wrong, but we never got to hear the actual reason why Sylvie got kidnapped. Even Renslayer didn't say a word about it.

Now I'm gonna come up with yet another theory. What if Sylvie didn't really have a nexus event in the first place how we know it? In the final episode, Kang has said that he has planned out everything beforehand so both Loki and Sylvie would end up right in front of him. Did Kang's plan also possibly involve him getting killed by Sylvie? Hear me out: We don't actually know if the Kang we saw in episode 6 is the actual 'nice' Kang and not one of his evil variants. He has already talked about 'reincarnation', so who says that after ending the first universial war, Kang didn't reincarnate into someone with an unpure heart (aka, one of his evil variants)? That'd mean that the real Kang would have been killed and the Kang we've seen in the finale is actually an evil version that simply lied to both Loki and Sylvie. Besides that, we also don't know if Kang actually had that 'point' where he didn't know what would happen next. The show revolves a whole lot around trust, not only regarding the characters, but also the viewers. Who's to say that Kang said the truth? Maybe he planned it all out: He created the TVA, let Sylvie get kidnapped and therefore give her a reason to hunt after Kang, who in return could reincarnate if he got killed OR get killed and therefore give his other variants a possibility to conquer the universes yet again. Don't you think that it was kinda suspicious that Sylvie escaped so easily out of Renslayer's hands? The one person who's probably closest to Kang? (Even though, yes, she doesn't know who he is but Renslayer seems to play a very important role in his plan). What if the Kang we saw was the nice Kang though? Would he plan everything up to a point where another universial war would break out because he might know that there is indeed something/someone out there who could end it and therefore, possibly end Kang as a whole or create a new kind of system revolving around the universe? And therefore, get rid of the possibility of another universial war happening? Who knows. I am definitely overthinking and reaching at this point. One more thing that stood out to me while thinking about the episode again today (which kinda weighs more into my theory of Sylvie being a keypoint (or rather a puppet) in this plan): Kang has talked about his Tempad and that he knew that he would need it to have enough energy. But for what? Yes, his initial idea was to give it to Loki and Sylvie to rule over the TVA, but what if it was supposed to be used for another reason? Sylvie used it to transport Loki back to the TVA (though I kinda think he was accidentally transported to another timeline, hence the reactions of both Mobius and Hunter B-15) and therefore get rid of the only thing that could prevent Sylvie from killing Kang. The Tempad was used to secure Sylvie's path and therefore eradicated Kang's only option of safety. You can see the Tempad loosing it's glow after Kang was killed, possibly due to Kang himself being the origin of it's energy. But maybe, it only had enough energy for one specific action: getting rid of Kang's protection. I do think that Sylvie is now stuck at this place and somehow has to find a way back to Loki's reality. The Tempad clearly doesn't work anymore (at least in my opinion) and there was quite a long shot showing the Tempad up close, which is kinda suspicious tbh. Also, something regarding Sylvie's unanswered nexus event feels kinda odd to me, too.

My theory in conclusion: Sylvie (and Loki) are unconciously helping Kang with his plan (a big, big, BIG plan). They're his puppets, especially Sylvie, because she's the one who created the Multiverse to begin with. Think about Loki, who was said to be manipulated by Thanos in Avengers? It's basically the same train of thoughts.

Sylvie does not take Kang's offer into consideration

To be honest, this was something to be absolutely expected of her. Sylvie was kidnapped as a child, taken away from her home and family, and had to grow up in countless apocalypses where she could never form a real bond with anybody because she knew that those people were all going to die anyway. (Please don't judge me if I got that wrong, maybe I understood the next thing wrong? Idk, if so, I'm very sorry) She revealed that she was kidnapped way before Loki was even born (something I have to think about, too, because, if Loki is the actual Loki the other variants are based off, why did he exist after Sylvie? Wouldn't that make him a variant of Sylvie instead? Idk timelines and parallel universes are hard to understand for me :') I'm kinda stoopid ), therefore she must've had spent several decades of her life running away. She had no life at all. Her only goal was to bring down the TVA and whoever is behind it, driven by pure rage, seeking out revenge for stealing her life and basically forbidding her existence. And now that she has found said person, the only thing that'd be right for her character would be to go for the kill. As immoral as it may sound, it is the only thing that makes sense. And I am actually very happy that Sylvie's goals didn't change besides the fact that she did indeed soften up a little and has gotten someone really close to her. In contrary, it makes sense for Loki to do the exact opposite. His goals have changed. He does not act the way he did in Thor or Avengers anymore. He has found another goal for himself: to make Sylvie feel alright. He has had immense character growth and didn't take a chance to change his goals back in the Thor movies or in Avengers, (....maybe later in Thor: Ragnarok, kinda). This is exactly what I think might happen to Sylvie, too. She is at the beginning of her character arc. She doesn't take the chance to change her goal, but goes for her original goal instead. Said goal does not really have positive consequences (though, maybe it might have some? We're about to find out), which results in a so called 'negative character development', which Loki has already gone through. I think that Sylvie is gonna grow as a character in season 2 and get a positive character development in addition, just like Loki did. I highly doubt that she's gonna become the antagonist, it does not make sense at this point.

Why does she not take Kang's offer (besides her very obvious intention ofc)? That leads straight (or not so straight, pun intended) to the next thing I wanna talk about. Sylvie's distrust in everything and everyone. Besides not wanting to let other people go through what she has been gone through and wanting to let people have a free will, she also does not trust Kang with his offer of 'ruling' the timeline. And it might be because she also does not trust the one she'd be ruling with: Loki.

Why does Sylvie not trust Loki?

I don't even have a specific answer to that, except that Sylvie has an incredibly thick wall built up around her. Loki has always been portrayed as the one you should not trust because he's known for backstabbing people. Loki could have thought the same about Sylvie, but he didn't. Due to his character arc, he himself has learned to trust other people and tries to redeem himself with making himself a person others can trust (He may project that onto Sylvie, meaning that he puts his trust into a Loki variant and therefore in himself, too). You can connect that fact with both Sylvie and Mobius. They're both people who are incredibly important to Loki. He wants them to trust him. He openly told Sylvie about his mistakes and tells her that he's not that person anymore. Sylvie on the other hand does not trust that easily and is - in my opinion - a very important key regarding Loki's character development. It is incredibly hard for Sylvie to trust others (probably due to her trauma) and it therefore creates a very difficult situation for Loki, where he has to 'prove' himself as trustworthy. It's basically about 'trusting yourself' if you put it that way. It's something Loki has to learn about himself: not betraying the trust of others. Sylvie might have to learn something like this, too: learning to trust someone else. It's kinda like a two sided coin - one side is about putting trust in others, whereas the other is about gaining trust from others (and what you do with it). (Good) Relationships in general are always based off trust and honesty. So in order for them to be able to have healthy relationships with others and themselves, they have to learn about trust within themselves (I hope you understand my point, I got carried away, sorry). Loki started to trust Sylvie very easily (maybe because of love? Maybe because of something else? There are still a lot of unanswered questions) whereas Sylvie doesn't trust Loki very easily. Sylvie's character arc might (hopefully) carry on with this topic in the next season.

Was that kiss initiated due to emotional or practical reasons?

Kinda both, somehow. I do think that Sylvie used the kiss to her advantage but you can also clearly see how moved she is while hearing Loki's words. Facial expressions are insanely important when it comes to acting and both Tom and Sophia delivered perfectly. You might've already heard of the quote "The eyes tell more than words could ever say". Look at Sylvie's face when Loki tells her that he wants her to be okay. She is teary eyed, sighs even. She is indeed touched by his words and I strongly think that Sylvie also has non-platonic feelings for Loki, despite barely showing anything.

Here's a snippet out of an interview with Sophia:

(Source)

Both Sylvie and Loki are said to be people who can not trust others. They both have a vulnerable side though. Loki clearly showed that several times when with Sylvie (singing to her, the blanket scene, the comfort scene in the room of the timekeepers, the confession of wanting her to be okay) and is also shown incredibly vulnerable at the end of episode 6: there are several shots showing him, crying. Sure, we have already seen Loki cry a few times beforehand but this time, it's different. He cries because the one person he is the most vulnerable with doesn't trust him, and that does hurt like hell. By the way, if you look at the close-up shot of Sylvie after she yeeted Loki back into the TVA, you can see pain in her eyes, too. But that pain quickly shifts into rage and determination. Something that I have to admit was incredibly well executed by Sophia and the people who directed this shot. Sylvie does show her vulnerable side for a brief moment before putting up her walls again and reaching for her goal.

In conclusion: I think Sylvie initiated the kiss as an emotional response to Loki's words but also used it to distract him to be able to kick him back into the TVA at the same time. Keep in mind that it was because he was in her way of fullfilling her goal. She didn't want to kill or hurt him, so she sent him away instead. So, yes, I think the kiss had both emotional and practical intentions.

Did Sylvie betray Loki?

Even though it really felt like she betrayed him, she didn't. Let me tell you why:

Loki knew exactly what Sylvie was gonna do after reaching the person behind the TVA. Loki supported her all the way up until Kang suggested a deal to them, that's where Loki's and Sylvie's paths divided. Loki is a very smart character, he outsmarts a lot of Marvel characters and therefore I think it's very in character for him to consider one part of the deal and outweigh the pros and cons. Not because he wants the throne, no, but because he wants Sylvie to be okay. A universial war could lead to countless casualties - possibly those people close around him, so of course he would want to keep her safe through that decision. Making them both rulers over the TVA and the sacred timeline would probably guarantee a strong protection from several threats. Also, maybe he thought about the possibility of Sylvie regretting her decision (which she clearly did in the end) and wanted to protect her from even more emotional pain. But as we know, Sylvie's intention has always been laid out in front of her and it didn't change. Loki knew what choice she was going to make and merely tried to change her way - without being successfull.

I don't really know what to think about this scene though. To me, it doesn't meet the requirements of a 'betrayal' but at the same time it does feel like one. It's very difficult to explain :'D

Also, I've seen some people asking themselves how or if Loki will ever be able to forgive Sylvie for making her decision. Let me assure you one thing: he will forgive her. He has said it himself: "I know what you're feeling, I know what you're going through". He has been at Sylvie's point, too. Not only once, but several times already. He seems to have learned from his mistakes, Sylvie has yet to do so. ("I betrayed everyone I've ever loved" is a line to keep in mind now, too. Maybe it could even be projected onto Sylvie this time, because Loki is indeed very dear to her) If there's someone out there who can empathise with Sylvie the most, it is Loki.

Why would Sylvie straight up cause another Universial War?

As I already said. Sylvie's arc is a negative character arc. It does not end well and causes a lot of chaos. Think about Peter Quill in Infinity War and his rage moment on Titan. They could have had the infinity gauntlet way before but Peter got emotional (understandable) and therefore destroyed the chance of an early good ending. The same happened with Sylvie. Her decision was mostly emotional, but also practical on the other hand (giving people free will and freedom). She will face the consequences and I'm pretty sure she's gonna redeem herself and tries to help fix the big mess she has caused.

Sylvie's breakdown

Another scene that was absolutely brilliant was the scene after Sylvie has killed Kang. She backs off slowly and then slumps to the ground, breathing heavily (now that I think about it, I think she even started to cry). She has waited for this moment her whole life, but now that it's done, it kinda feels like she didn't exactly get what she needed. Hunter B-15 has already mentioned it before that Sylvie needs to hunt the person behind the TVA down, unlike Renslayer, who only wants to find out who it really is. Although Sylvie might have recognized that this wasn't everything she needed at this point. We already got to know that she didn't have a clue what to do after she's done with the TVA. She didn't have a goal beyond that. And now that she has reached the point where she is clueless, she might have recognized what she really needed beyond finishing her goal: friends, a life, literally anything that doesn't make her feel alone. And she literally just kicked that one thing away from her. Loki, the one person who has been closest to her and gave her the feeling of not being alone anymore, the feeling of having a friend (or someone more than a friend), has been pushed away by herself. I think that in this exact moment where she sinks to the ground she recognizes that not trusting Loki was a mistake this time and that revenge isn't enough to satisfy her forever.

But maybe that one thing that will satisfy her for a long time is something she's returning back to in season 2. I am so excited to see her again and find out more about Sylvie's character!

Thank you so much for reading this! If you want to add something to this list or correct something or anything, feel free to do so. I'd love to hear your thoughts on Sylvie's character in the finale and what you think might happen with her in season 2 :) see y'all, stay safe and have a nice day/night!

#sylvie laufeydottir #loki series #sylki

[loosesodamarble]

Let me start by saying congrats on 200 followers! I'm happy that people are enjoying your work! I hope you continue to thrive! 💖

If I may, I'd like to see your thoughts in my bnha OC, Masayoshi!

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1iPgeHJ-atv2KNYtxsvQvgw0JQYejiE0yXklphDopKI8/edit?usp=drivesdk

👀 Bnha oc? By my best mutual Steph?

Gimme gimme gimme!

ALSO HOLY HECK STEPH! 13 PAGES?! 👀 (Okay it might technically be fewer because there's some blank spaces because the images were too big for the page but kjajkahfiarhug! A lot of pages.) You went all out, fam!

Lemme dig into this content!

(I'm putting it all under a cut because this is gonna be a looooooooooooooooooooooooooong reaction.)

I like the name. Perfectly fitting for the BNHA setting. Kadou, as in flower arrangement, is super on the nose for his Quirk which is what it's all about. I get where Masayoshi's given name comes from, as we describe flowers doing well as "flourishing" which fits but I will nitpick here. The character you used to mean "flourish," 昌, from what I can tell is more about fortune and prosperity. See how it's used below.

Even from the word that is translated at "flourish" it relates to business and life style rather than plant life.

For an alternative, you could use 栄 instead. According to wiktionary, this kanji can also be pronounced as "masa" when used in names so it wouldn't change the pronunciation of Masayoshi's name at all. And look here.

It's a loose connection and 栄 is still mostly used in relation to glory and prosperity. So you can take or leave my suggestion. It was honestly just fun to have an opportunity to check out Japanese kanji for their meanings and nuances.

I'm not sure I get whatever joke or reference is behind his Hero name "Flower Punk." I think it's unique with the two clashing aesthetics put side-by-side. Generally, pretty cool!

While Masayoshi wouldn't be the tallest person in Izuku's class, his height reminds me to wonder what the heck Japan is feeding the kids in the era of the series for 15-year-olds to be growing up to 5'10-5'11. Jeez!

I hope it's not too rude to say but his hair looks some kind of poisonous plant. Like, the dark colors and the purplish-magenta thing reminds me of how purple is associated with poison. I dunno. Just a thought there.

Let it be known that if Masayoshi is part of Izuku's class, then he's automatically adopted. Very much so! You probably knew this would happen though.

Moving on!

Now this probably isn't the first time anyone as seen the "bold look, quiet voice' kind of character but I think you do a little something different with it. Instead of looking tough to hide insecurity or being some kind of wilting flower (pun wholly intended) character, he's simply a sweet guy beneath his bold appearance. I must disagree on Masayoshi's "art shouldn't hurt people" mentality. Physically, no harm should be done. But what if I want to emotionally wreck an audience with my work? What then?

His thoughtful, slow and steady mindset is a drawback! Yes! Also, I think his "slow to react" thing is a good reflection of his association with plants. Plants aren't really known for their dynamic action so for Masayoshi to be a slow adapter in real time adds to that relation. And I think Masayoshi being able to understand others with ease but unable to express himself clearly is funny. He unintentionally creates this one-way communication. Oof.

Ah, so him observing others carefully is the result of trauma? I am... intrigued...

Now Masayoshi's backstory. We got young creators absolutely vibing. Don't we know how that feels? Eheh. And using Quirks outside of Hero work will always be something I find interesting. And MMMM! That friends-to-enemies backstory! We love to see!

Theory/Thought: I think Takumi would end up with the League of Villains. Tomura Shigaraki's thing is that every problem he has with society, Hero society, stems from All Might's existence. So Tomura could very well see Takumi and Masayoshi drifting apart as an example of that. Just saying.

Liking the idea for Masayoshi's Quirk. Plant powers always be cool! And depending on what kind of plants are used, it can be quite unique!

Okay but the thing about plants is that some of them actually do grow better in shade/out of direct sunlight. I think it's typically ferns or leafy plants and not really flowering plants that grow that well without sunlight through. So that's a fun fact to keep in mind.

Quick fire comments on his super moves! -Flower Stem Imprisonment is funny because those flower supports that help plants grow upright are also called "plant cages." So that's like just a little stealth pun. -Mega Flower Tower could also be "Flower Power Tower" because alliteration although in Japanese it wouldn't work as well. -Protective Wallflower is just a good play on the term "wallflower." -Rose Thorn Whip... looks at Charlotte's briar whip Okay... -Hidden Garden makes me think of the novel "The Secret Garden" even though I've never actually read the book, I just know the title. -Also I can't believe Masayoshi is drugging people with hallucinogens and poison. For shame.

OH MY GOODNESS! You even did two versions of his stats in accordance to the stats given from Ultra Archives and Ulta Analysis. You going all the way, Steph! I see that technique is his best trait, probably a carry over from his attention to detail as an artist.

Love how his parents tie into who Masayoshi is. An open heart from his father. Fashion and attention to people's ticks from his mother.

About Masayoshi and Takumi's relationship, all I have to say is this. Masayoshi to Takumi: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l60MnDJklnM

Also I see you Pro-Hero side oc!

I saw the art and immediately thought "built like a wall." He's very square, like Tenya. But where Tenya is straight-laced and proper, Masayoshi got a wilder look to him. I feel like his Hero costume is a bit busy. He would definitely be able to grow flowers from those grass patches but having them present at all times feels like... much?

You really made his parents a living Flower Shop/Tattoo Shop AU pairing lakdjgkalrhgiualrgb! GIRL! I'm loving it!

Also, Takumi looks like he would come to a store and pay all in single yen coins just to screw over the poor cashier. He looks like, if told to stop chewing gum, he would take it out of his mouth and put it in the hand of the person who talked to him. He looks like he wants to offend me. Why does his hoodie have eyes and teeth? Boy needs help.

Steph! Girl! You put so much work into this oc! I'm amazed by all the details you've included! As well as the art! New fictional child has been adopted!

#questions from the ask box #soda's 200 follower special #steph the og mutual #steph's ocs #my friends' ocs #hero aca oc #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia

[deans-mind-palace]

Sweet as marshmallows

Pairing: Dean x Male!Reader

Summary: Things get heated between you and the elder hunter after a dangerous Wendigo hunt. 

Word Count: 1,400+

Warnings: Smut, angst 

Author’s Note: The shot is based on this request. I would love a dean x male reader and if sam wanted to join in/some wincest occurred, I wouldn’t be mad. I’m thinking reader has been a longtime friend and fellow hunter. They’ve all just finished a hunt and either dean or reader had a close call which leads to an unplanned and heated kiss in the aftermath when adrenaline is still running high. Whether it leads to a declaration of feelings or they agree to be fuck buddies (although one of them is secretly pining) is fine with me. Enjoy and shower it with love.

You ran further and further into the forest. Your footsteps echoed muffled on the soft ground. The adrenaline pumped through your veins and again and again you looked back frantically. But you could not see it. Your foot got stuck on a protruding root and you almost fell, but caught yourself in the last moment.

"Come on!" shouted Dean, who had already arrived at the safe circle. Sam reached him seconds later and your feet moved faster. "Hurry up!" yelled Dean, whose gaze was written in panic. Your lungs screamed for oxygen but you didn't allow yourself a break. One pause, one little mistake and you'd be sentenced to death. You heard a growl nearby, then a human laugh and your hand rushed to the knife that was jingling in your belt. The knife would not hurt it. It was useless. You saw Dean's eyes widen and he aimed his shotgun at something over your shoulder. Immediately, Sam ripped the gun out of his brother's hand. "You're just making it mad!" hissed Sam, who unloaded the gun. At that exact moment you slipped inside the safety circle. Dean grabbed you by the hand and pulled you back to your feet. Your chest slammed into his and he smiled.

"Hey there, mate." Dean winked at you. You laughed with relief. The deep laugh rumbled in your chest. Then you took a few steps away from the older hunter to put some distance between you. Sam drew new runes on the floor in the meantime. You felt the presence of the dark being lurking out there in the shadows. The Wendigo was just waiting for one of you to make the first mistake. It enjoyed playing with your psyche. The bushes rushed and something scurried around your camp so quickly that not even the flickering flames of the fire could catch it. Your heart was still beating in your throat.

"At least we found the bastard's hiding place now!" Dean growled grimly as he sat down by the fire and stared into the flames. The reddish glow of the flames illuminated his face in the dark. It cast long shadows over his features. You sat down next to him and looked up at the sky full of glimmering stars. It would have been almost romantic, had you not been in serious danger. "Tomorrow we'll get it!" you muttered, and Dean fixed you with his apple-green eyes that shimmered in the dark like two emeralds. Sam sat down across from you and nodded his head. "Damn right."

Your gaze wandered out into the depths of the dark woods in the middle of the Rocky Mountains. Somewhere out there, the wendigo lay in wait for its next victim. You couldn't see it in the dark, but you knew it was there. The wind rustled through the leaves and the trees rushed ominously above your heads. Sam yawned and smacked softly. "Do we have any marshmallows?" Dean asked and looked at his little brother hopefully. You rummaged in your pocket and threw him an unopened package and he beamed. "Never come unprepared, Dean." You winked at him slyly and he laughed while Sam rolled his eyes because of your dirty puns but at his lips tugged a grin as well.

"I'll call it a night, guys," Sam said, yawning like a confirmation. "Night, Sam," you said and he smiled warmly at you. Dean paid no attention to him but happily stuck as many marshmallows as possible on a stick he'd found in the brush. Sam moved the zipper of his tent and you heard the rustling of sheets followed by a soft snoring a few minutes later. You stared into the flames. Dean's sudden cursing ripped you from your thoughts. You had to laugh at the sight because Dean had stuffed as many marshmallows as possible in his mouth. His cheeks were full and he looked like a hamster. "Damn, that shit's hot." he cursed muffled by the marshmallows in his mouth. His lips glistened from the sugar and white spurts were covering them. Immediately you wondered how his lips would look stretched around your cock with your white spurts on his lips.

He saw your look and tapped with one hand on the free spot next to him. Immediately you slid closer and put your head on his shoulder. "Man, thought I'd loose you out there, pookie bear." You snorted at his nickname for you. "I'm not that easy to get rid off, De." You mumbled and started to cover his neck in feathery kisses. The fire crackled. "Damn right. You're mine." Goose bumps ran down your body and he turned his head towards you. His eyes locked on you intensely and the fire gleamed at him from the side. His eyes moved to your mouth and his tongue ran lazily across his lips. Your fingers stroked the rough stubble that shadowed his cheeks. He leaned into the touch.

Greedily, his lips found yours and your teeth clashed against each other. It was a wild mixture of tongues, lips and teeth. You both struggled for dominance for a moment, then Dean gave in. Even though he was always very dominant on the outside, he liked to give up control and responsibility. You knew that, and you liked to take advantage of it. Gently you bit his lower lip and he sighed as your tongue apologetically stroked his lips. Immediately you took the opportunity and your tongue entered his mouth while your fingers dug into his short blond strands. Dean still tasted sweet after the sugar of the marshmallows.

Gently he pushed you and you lay under him. He moved above you and you groaned as his hand made its way to the bulge in your jeans. Your hands skillfully opened the buttons of his plaid shirt. Then you stroked his belly and he shivered under your touch. Soon his fingers found the button of your pants and opened them. As he prepared you, his lips never left yours. Only after one groan from you and a second finger from him did his lips leave yours and wander across your face. Soon you could not wait any longer and pulled impatiently at his belt. He laughed at your impatience.

"Eager, are we?" he asked laughing and you cried out as his fingers left your body. You heard the sound of his belt hitting the forest floor and the sound of his zipper. The anticipation filled your whole body and you couldn't wait any longer. Dean jerked his cock and made you wait. Just when you thought you couldn't stand this torture anymore, you felt his velvety tip on your asshole. Then he penetrated you and stretched you pleasantly. You relished in the feeling of his hard and thick cock in your tight hole. He gave you some time to get used to him before he finally moved. You threw your head back and moaned deeply, your muscles tightened around Dean. He too growled deeply and his chest vibrated from the deep noise under your fingers.

"So tight." whined Dean. You gasped as he started to pound into your tight heat. The muscles in his jaw were set tight and he had to hold on to himself so he wouldn't come too early. The twitch of your muscles around his cock made it hard for him. You both gasped with effort and his hot breath stroked your lips before he shut your mouth again with his. More and more quickly his thrusts became. With each thrust he brought you closer to the edge of your orgasm. You moaned as his hand went between your sweaty bodies and embraced your hard cock that bounced up and down with every thrust. You gasped in surprise as he bit your lip and his thumb simultaneously spread the pre-cum from your slit over the swollen head of your cock. His next thrust pushed you over the edge and your orgasm hit you so hard that you saw stars. Trembling and shaking you came undone beneath his hot body. His hand jerked you through your orgasm and you cried out as your cum spurted over your bellies. Your muscles clenched deliciously around Dean and he threw his head back in the neck as he changed his pace one last time. His thrusts grew erratic and he lost his rhythm when he pounded into you mercilessly.

You felt his cock twitching inside you, then he moaned and collapsed as soon as his hot load coated your insides. He caught himself in the last moment. You were both trying to catch your breath as he pulled you close to his body. Your head lay on his heaving chest. While being in your post coital bliss you felt safe in his arms. No matter what, Dean would always protect you. You were sure of that.

Dean spread open-mouthed kisses on your damp skin and you shuddered. "That was amazing." He mumbled and his lips lazily grazed your ear. "Beyond amazing." You agreed, then you rolled over so you were spooning him. You pulled him close because you knew that Dean loved to be the little spoon sometimes. "Thank you, babe." You mumbled and spread kisses on his bare shoulder. He smiled at you lazily the he sighed and his fingers traced over your arm wrapped around his chest. "I wish it could always be like this. I wish it wasn't so damn dangerous out there. The world a little less dark. I'm tired of always losing," he said, looking up at the stars. The fire was almost gone and only the embers were left glowing. "So tonight you better stop and rebuild all your ruins, because peace and trust can win the day despite all your losing." You whispered into his ear while the cool wind of the forest gave your damp bodies goosebumps. You nudged closer as the wind rustled through the trees.

"Did you just quote Led Zeppelin?" he asked and looked at you in surprise. "Yeah." Your fingers traced the outlines of his muscles. A grin spread across Dean's face. "Oh, God, I love you!" Then he widened his eyes in horror. "I- I no - sorry - I meant that-" he stuttered. But your thumb ran across his swollen lips and he fell silent. You smiled as you bent down and kissed him.

"It's okay, Dean. I love you too." You breathed against his lips.

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Baby (IV)

“I could’ve done good,” Baby grumbled, his chin in his palm as he sat on the white wicker chair next to Dean, in the outdoor cafe while Sam and Cas talked to the second witness. “I just needed another chance.”

“When the Priest asked you your religion, you made a joke about Vicecity.” Dean reminded, smirking a little because he could, and he was so past that stage. “You needed more than a chance.”

“I’m sorry, but they didn’t mention it in my finishing school for muscle cars.” Baby threw back.

“As if I did a thesis on witness-interrogation for my Hunting 305 class at community college.” Dean replied, but there was no sharpness in his tone. Mere humor. Baby made a sound that sounded increasingly like a whine, and Dean was satisfied.

“You really have no idea what you’re missing out on,” Baby suddenly said, all serious.

“What?”

“I mean Cas, Dean. Cas.” He repeated, turning his eyes back to the trench-coated angel, looking much shorter than he was supposed to, next to Sam, standing stiff and wide.

Dean could feel the impending lecture in the air. About Cas. About how he and Dean should solve their differences and like, get together or some shit. He’d gotten enough of those, combined with disapproving looks from Sam, on the nights they let loose and hung out together drinking. But before he could reply to that which wasn’t said yet, he was cut off.

Baby was talking about something else. “His wings, Dean. His magnificent wings.”

“What? You - you can see them?”

“No, but if you try hard enough, you can feel them.” He justified. “At least, I could feel them.”

Dean was quiet, because he knew the other wanted to keep speaking.

“When its just him in the back, like most of the time? He lets them sprawl over the seat. And I can feel it. Its a tingling feeling, but it’s there.” He paused. “He never sits on them, you know.”

“Well, one would think that he wouldn’t sit on his wings, right?” Dean pinched his eyebrows together.

“I mean,” He chastised. “It’d be so much easier, if he just folded them up or something. But, no. He never hurts them, he’d never ruin it.”

Dean blinked. “That’s…something.”

“That’s impressive.” Baby corrected. “And, of course you know, he’s so fast.” He let out a whistle.

The tone was different.

The almost reverent tone was replaced by admiration. Maybe attracted, even. “When he flies, Dean, he’s something else. I can’t see him, he isn’t in our dimension when he does it, but can’t you feel it too? Like, damn. That’s fast.”

Of course, Baby would like speed. That part was kinda obvious.

But Dean had thought about it many times before, too. He knew Cas was an angel, even though he not have even half of his powers anymore, and none of that personality. He knew his best friend had wings, he knew that he once flew. With the birds in the sky, maybe the aeroplanes even higher, through the clouds and through the skies, Cas had flown. Faster than all of them.

It was an exciting thought.

Now, though. Dean hurt as much as anyone else did when he thought of Cas’s lost wings. The loss of his ability to fly. He couldn’t imagine what that’d be like. It’d be even worse than losing Baby.

“And when he lost them,” Baby went on, almost in sync with Dean’s head. “I saw how he troubled he was. He had trouble sitting in all that place so empty, by himself. I was there all those moments that you were, Dean,” He paused, serious again. “Maybe you were looking away but I wasn’t, and I saw his heart break each time something reminded him of flight.”

No, I was looking too. Dean wanted to say. But he nodded and made a sad noise in his throat. I just didn’t know what to say.

“I may just be a car,” Baby went on and Dean was surprised at the insecure, humble edge to his ever-confident tone. “I may not be a match for wings of any kind. But I swear, its not about being his wings. If only I could be his wheels.”

Dean listened, dumbstruck.

“That’s too literal a metaphor.” He almost choked on his own voice.

That’s my line. His eyes added.

“Well, where were you when he needed to hear that?” Baby challenged, showing protest with a mutinous lip. He jutted out his chin. “You had a chance of saying it to him.”

A dark cloud went over their conversation. Dean replied, prompt and frowning. “I blew it, okay? I added to his hurt, was a shitty friend overall. I blew my chance.” Dean looked away, away from Baby, and away from Cas, metres away. “And I couldn’t have said it as prettily as you just did either, so there.”

There was a moment of silence.

Followed by a rustle of fabric, and a hand on his shoulder. A hand, just a hand. But there. And giving him hope. Reminding him of home. Like the Chevy Impala ‘67 had always done.

“You,” Dean let out. “You’re really my car, aren’t you?”

“I’m your Baby, yes.”

“Well, Baby,” Dean said, in the same breath for the first time, sounding like he meant it. “Couldn’t you just have, like, given me those lines then? Through the speakers or something?” He smiled, bringing the focus back to lighter matters. “Been my wingman once more, like you’ve been since I started picking up one night stands at 18?”

“What can I say?” Baby smiled, and his fingers around Dean’s shoulder squeezed. “I’m just a car, Dean.”

“Just a car,” Dean repeated, mockingly. “Are you kidding me, Mister-really-sucky-puns?”

“Well, right now, I’m not just a car. Probably this time tomorrow, I’ll be one again.” He grinned, standing up. “I’m gonna go join 'em. You coming?”

“Are you,” Dean groaned, standing up. “Are you gonna use that line on him?”

“Well now that you’ve verified that it’s a good line, I’ve gotta, don’t I?” He smirked, back in his stride. “They say, there’s no such thing as a missed opportunity for a pick-up line.”

“You’re such a -” Dean rolled his eyes. “And I’m not even gonna ask who they is, because its probably 16 year old me.”

“Nah, you were 23.” He laughed. “At sixteen, you were not a hundredth as much of a 'player’ as you think. I should know.”

“Just go.”

Just go hit on my guy, and be done with it. Dean wished he could say it out loud, even in a joking tone, to the man - car - one who probably knew him the best, after his brother. But of course he couldn’t. That needed like many more years of character development before he could call Cas that out loud.

“And shut your face.” He added, because well, he’s Dean, son of John Winchester, isn’t he? “Don’t bother Cas too much.”

Rolling his eyes, Baby strolled off, smoothly leaving Dean frowning behind, with parting words of the most annoying kind. “You wouldn’t kick my ass or anything even if I did. Sure, he’s Cas. But I’m still your Baby, and you’re kind of a sap so you love me too.”

Dean swore under his breath, and to not give him the pleasure of having won the round, determinedly didn’t respond.

**

Dean walked towards the decided restaurant, a small-ish place, which probably didn't serve too much alcohol. Beer, though, would definitely be available.

Well, it would have to work, wouldn't it? Because he sure as hell needed some booze in his system to get through this evening.

This date.

With Cas. And Baby.

He didn't even know why he was doing this. He could've said no - well, theoretically, at least. He could've spent the night at a bar, instead of this diner. With strangers he'd forget the next day - instead of people who actually meant something to him. Maybe even back at the motel, where Sam was, forcing Sam to watch crappy TV with him, instead of look for more cases.

But here he was.

He pushed open the door, the fluorescent 'Open' sign swinging as he did, and looked around for familiar faces.

His eyes found Cas, sitting by himself on a table for four, doing absolutely nothing except looking at the squeezy ketchup bottles, arranged neatly on the table.

Dean sighed, as he made his way over to him. He'd noticed Cas had his trench coat off, but the rest of him was the same. He looked good, of course, but not as though he dressed up for a date.

Of course, Dean hadn't done anything either. It'd been a randomly spontaneous decision to shave at six in the evening, or replace his old red flannel, with a slightly less worn green one. Of course.

A flicker of a thought went through him, as a scene went through his head. He'd once gotten Cas - Steve, actually - dressed up for a date. (More like dressed down, but okay.)

Well, Cas clearly hadn't remembered any of it. Sure, the obnoxious blue vest was absent, but the blazer and tie was pretty much his uniform. Not a Gas 'N Sip uniform - kinda like his custom hunting attire.

In any case, the buttons were all done, all the way to the second, and the collar was fairly formal with the tie blocking any sliver of skin, which may otherwise have been visible.

No big deal. Dean too had folded up his sleeves, for just the heat.

"Hey," Dean sat down across Cas, and the latter looked up at him. "Reading the ingredients of ketchup, are ya?"

"No," Cas smiled, wider than the joke was funny and deserved. Dean was pleased, and he instantly mirrored it. "I know what tomato ketchup is made of."

"Vegetables," Dean clicked his tongue, and winked, referring an older joke, of a simpler time. Cas nodded, remembering surely, and there was quiet for a moment.

"Where's," Dean cleared his throat, and forced the warm comfort of this setup - with Cas - away, with his next words. "Where's Baby?"

Cas shrugged. "He's not been with me for a while now."

Dean blinked. "But -"

"He had something to attend to." Cas recalled.

"He's my car," Dean narrowed his eyes, suspiciously. "What business would he have, something that he couldn't ask me - or you, or Sam - for?"

Cas was surprisingly relaxed. He didn't even have his squint on. "I don't know, Dean, but nevermind. At least you're here."

Dean succeeded in not blushing, but it was a heroic effort.

Sure, he and Cas had some unresolved tension, going for pretty long now; but blatant lines and declarations was not their type of gesture. He was not used to Cas softly looking at him, and telling him that he was glad Dean showed up to their date. This was not up his alley.

"Heh," He stammered. "You hungry? I sorta am. I'm gonna go order, alright? Will get you whatever I have, minus the pie and extra cheese."

Cas began to say something, seemingly to tell Dean that there was a waitress around who'd take their order, but Dean was on his feet and on his way to the main counter.

He leaned on it with his elbow, and did not look back at Cas, lest he should lose it and freak out again. He waited his turn, while the lady spoke to another customer.

It was in another moment, and when his eyes fell on a clock that showed twelve past seven, that a strange thought struck him.

Why wasn't Baby here yet? Fashionably late doesn't really fit into this scenario, of having a diner-made dinner with 2 guys you just hunted vampires with, supposedly a date.

Could it be that - and Dean melted against his resolve and stole a glance at Cas, who wasn't looking at him anymore - Could it be that Baby set them up?

Was he gonna ditch them for the entire evening? Was this - was this a whole plot to get Cas and him on a date?

Okay, Dean was probably overcalculating the facts he had, and overinterpreting. But, the idea suddenly seemed fitting. Why else would Baby not be there? Why else, would he invite Dean to a date, for him and Cas? Why else would he insist on his coming too? Why would -

Wait - what if he was right?

What then?

Dean bit his lip, and the lady behind the counter, in a waitress's uniform and a customer-service smile, finally turned to him. Dean stammered over his order, his head swarming with a million possibilities.

Even their table now seemed like it was a table for two - probably two considerably large men. But two.

She told him that he could go sit, they'd get the order to the table.

He nodded weakly, paid with a tip, and turned back to get to his table.

He was all prepared to propose his theory to Cas - live up to his name, and make the already awkward situation more so - and gauge his reaction. Hell, he was kinda prepared for a full evening, just with Cas. Who knew? Sometimes Dean's courage surprised him, and most of that was around Cas, for obvious reasons.

But as soon as his eyes trailed up to their table, he was stumped.

Baby was there.

He stared, his jaw slack and eyebrows raised, more disappointed than he'd ever admit aloud. In the matter of minutes, it was as if he’d gotten his hopes raised. Baby was right there, sitting next to Cas, squeezed into the same seat as him, their shoulders touching, talking in his usual animated manner.

"Welcome back," Baby greeted Dean with a toothy smile, as Dean took his spot. "Sorry I'm sorta late."

"Yeah," Dean wondered if he'd have trouble hiding his disgruntled frown, but he forged a small smile and was good. Cas certainly looked more satisfied and settled now, with Baby's arm slung around him - well, around the seat, but that was like the oldest trick in every guy's playbook. "Where were you?" He asked, instead.

Baby shrugged, to avoid answering the question. Dean furrowed his brows and was about to repeat and prod, when Cas spoke up. "I think we were both beginning to wonder if you wouldn't come."

A smug smile spread across his face. "Oh, no. I wouldn't miss this, for the World." He gestured with his eyes, at the other two. "And not show up? What do you mean, like, you thought I invited you two on a date and ditched y'all?" His eyes fixed on Dean's. "Set you up, or something?"

"No," Dean began to protest, the lie ready on his lips.

"Don't worry," Baby leaned back, probably even leaned more towards Cas. As if there needed to be any less distance between them. "I wouldn't do that kinda stuff. Like, I'm personally into this thing you two have going, but I'm not gonna meddle and make the move for you. You do you."

Dean rolled his eyes, while Cas looked more surprised.

"If you wanted to be worried about getting set up, though," He added. "Keep a lookout for Sam. His shipping is getting out of control, I heard Charlie say once. He could do this sorta thing, where he invites the both of you to a movie and then makes an excuse for himself."

Dean glared at him, while Cas pursed his lips. "That happens. Often. Dean and I watch the movie, because Sam has great taste."

Dean wished the floor would open up and swallow him. "Uh-huh," He managed, flustered.

"And what, you dumbasses thought it was not a date, because?"

"Because it wasn't." Cas clarified, perfectly serious. "We didn’t ever call it that. We didn’t do date-things. It even ended with us going to our own rooms, and not with a kiss." Cas spoke, in an adequately soft voice, as if somehow Dean wouldn't hear it then.

Dean face-palmed, wondered what he'd done to deserve this, and the blood rushing to his cheeks made his blush prominent. "Goddammit, Cas." He had half a mind to get up and depart, but it’s not like the other half of his head would ever give in to such a sane and healthy decision.

"Oh, hell yeah," Baby laughed, throwing his head back. Both Dean and Cas’s eyes flitted to his bared neck and collarbones, with as much haste as they returned to each other, almost shy of being caught in the act. "I’m even more excited about this date now!"

**

And so, the evening went on. Stories were exchanged, and it was a light-hearted meal. Cas and Baby sat as if glued at the hip, and Dean ate more aggressively any moment he thought of it. There were bad jokes all around. Some more food. They didn’t budge away from each other. Dean got over it slowly. Okay, that was pretty much a lie. At one point during the date, Dean couldn't take it anymore, and spoke up before he could shove those words down his gut like he’d been doing all evening.

"You realize this is a kid-friendly place, right?” He looked up at them. “I mean, you can stop sitting like there's no space left in the entire diner." He crossed his arms across his chest.

It was true. They together fit in the seat, which Dean could fill all by himself, if he tried or spread his legs.

Cas, almost curiously, looked at Baby - their faces unbelievably close - and the bastard shifted obligingly - probably an inch though. "You're right." He agreed, earnestly. He shuffled another inch. But only that much.

"Hey, I don't mind," Baby cajoled, and looked mischievously at Dean. "But, if Cas does, I could always sit next to Dean instead."

"Don't even," Dean growled back.

"Well!" He threw his hands up, in mock exasperation. "There's no other spot for me to sit? You want us move to a larger table for dessert, Dean?"

"Just pull a chair." Dean rolled his eyes. “Sit on the third side.”

"Good idea." Cas agreed, and the way he looked at Dean, so completely sincere and genuine, that Dean had to blink a bunch of times and look away, defeated. What was it about these two that made him go wild?

"Like, sit in the middle?" Baby whined, eyeing the spot. "But, I'm not really the middle in this relationship, am I?" He added, wickedly.

There was a moment of silence.

Dean swallowed, his eyes strained on his plate.

Baby went on, his tone an edge of flirtation, with slick humor. "Why doesn't Dean shift to the middle, huh, Cas?" Cas shrugged, and Dean thanked any luck he had, that Cas hadn’t said ‘good luck’ like the last time - because he’d go nuts.

"Your thoughts, Dean?" Baby winked straight at him, and for a moment, Dean's eyes flickered between Cas's and his faces, wearing opposite expressions but somehow synonymous, and you know what? This was probably how a stroke felt. He could swear his chest hurt. 

"You can fucking sit on top of each other, you jackasses." He hissed, through his teeth, dedicating all of his attention to the food in front of him, as he drank his beer obstinately, from the bottle.

"We might," Baby led with a wink, again. "But is that a yes, on being in the middle?"

Jesus Christ.

Dean Winchester regretted all of his life decisions that led him here. Everything. Every fucking little detail, that had brought him here, on a motherfucking date, sitting across the two most gorgeous men he'd ever laid eyes on. One, too damn straight-faced, the other the goddamn opposite. It was a deadly front, and Dean was terrified for himself.

Yeah. He regretted every damn thing he'd ever said, which had brought him here, and conveniently landed him the butt off all the bottom puns possible in this scenario.

“I’m gonna throw my fucking plate at your face, you son of a -” His voice rose with every syllable, until Baby was laughing again - smug-faced and satisfied, like the look he always got when Dean reacted out to something he pulled. Dean, a pissed scowl on his lips, continued to glare at Baby, who doubled up laughing each time their eyes met. Cas looked at Dean, and only Dean. A dedicated tilt of his head.

There was a slight tug at the corner of his lips. Dean knew he’d lose it if Cas ever outright smirked at him - but this was enough to fluster him. “But why?”

Huh, so the sonuvabitch understood.

Dean passionately glared back, and it was enough to make Cas crinkle his eyes into an iconic smile, all dimples, gums and crowfeet. So, at the end of the day, it wasn't Dean's fault he was rendered speechless, and incapable of retorting. It was Cas's.

**

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