#The hat looked so sad and miserable without one

[moongothic]

Quick round-up of a few small projects; Scarf. It is a scarf. Used the remaining silk/wool yarn I had left from when our yarn store closed, the yarn was really thin so I ended up holding it double and yeah, got a really cute, comfy Halloween-y scarf. Very happy to have it. I do regret making the stripes as thick as I did, like they look cute but between that and me making the scarf a smidge too wide, I ended up having to cut the scarf shorter than I would've liked because I didn't have enough yarn to make it any longer- at least not with evenly sized stripes. Like had they been thinner I could've repeated the pattern a little longer, but oh well, it is what it is. With the scrap yarn I just made this ugly little neck warmer, and yeah, it'll keep my neck warm indoors.

And then, using the scrap yarns from the bleeding heart sweater, made a very Crimbus-y beanie. Sidenote but I did actually pre-wash the fucking red yarn before knitting this, because I did not want a repeat of the dye bleeding incident. But yeah, it's a beanie. Again, held the yarn double this time and I'm glad I did because oh, it made the beanie so soft. It is so comfy y'all, I can not wait for December so I can wear it. I still have more of that red yarn left though. No clue what I'm doing with it.

[pinksugarscrub]

drabbles/wips

These have been culminating in my google docs for a few months. It's an array of fandoms so pick your not poison (I wouldn't do that to you) and enjoy!

Your support means the world so comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

Characters included: Hobie Brown (ATSV), Ekko (Arcane), Bakugou Katsuki (MHA), Dick Grayson(YJ), Straw-hat Crew (One Piece)

warnings: cursing, pining, angst, spelling mistakes, etc

beta reader: @hyperfix-wip

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(Briefly) A Runway Model

Hobie Brown x fem! reader

Summary: Hobie Brown crashes a gala you’re reporting on

word count: 867

Working for The Daily Bugle was certainly no easy task. Especially after an extremely long day of protecting the city of New York (Brooklyn and New Jersey on occasion). Thankfully, you always seem to stay on J. Jonah Jameson’s good side. With the amount of material you can cram together in one night and not to mention the exclusive pictures of Spider-woman you always seem to get your hands on. 

Tonight, you were covering a gala being held by a top designer. A rising star according to a rival magazine. In all honesty, her designs weren’t at all appealing to you and if Hobie were here, he’d likely agree. 

A smile graces your face at the thought of your best friend. His cheeky smirk and cockney accent were what stood out to you the first time you met him at HQ. Being recruited around the same time by Miguel O’Hara. And as the saying goes, the rest was history.

The familiar buzz of your spider sense breaks you out of your reminiscent daydream. Without a second thought you reach your hand out to catch the now empty flute glass. Your smile dazzling to the young server who began apologizing profusely for almost bumping into you. You waved her off dismissively, placing the glass back on her tray. 

It’s then that you finally take in the venue. 

Gold trimming along the marble pillars and ceilings. Sky lights that displayed the soft glow of the stars above. If you looked hard enough you could see them flicker, possibly even the tail of a shooting star.

A sea of fabric that varied between sleek and puffy. You, well…you wore a simple off the shoulder dress. The tulle brushing past your ankles. Open toed pumps that went unnoticed with the cherry red lipstick and dark eyeliner under your lashes. 

You truly were a sight to behold. 

The clack of your heels was drowned out by the chatter (mostly gossip) among the guests. Their words drilled into your memory as you tried to build an article worthy of Jameson's approval. 

Things were going great! That's what you told yourself after hearing yet another comment about someone's jewelry not matching their skin tone and how expensive the champagne must be.

You refrained from rolling your eyes. Even a commoner like yourself could see that fashion was meant to be more stimulating than the food being served. It was a way of expression. How could consumers ignore that?

"You look miserable love." 

You feel like you can see the smirk on his face soley from his tone. Body going still in disbelief.

When you look over your shoulder there he is. In his signature vest with millions of buttons and studs. Eyes scanning your form with such an intense gaze you feel your heart squeeze.

"Chin up," Hobie laughs. His fingers grazing your jaw as he fiddled with the chain of your earring. "Too pretty to be lookin' so sad."

Your lips quirk up slightly but the surprise of his sudden appearance outweighs your happiness to see him. 

"Hobie,"you stutter,"what are you—how did you?" 

It's almost comical, how wide your eyes are. They remind Hobie of a guppy. All you need is to part your lips and he's convinced you spend too much time in his boathouse. Not that he's complaining.

He shrugs nonchalantly. Moving to eye the women whispering amongst themselves as they stare at his attire. 

"May said you'd be ere'. What, can't visit my favorite girl?"

You yourself try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at the implication of being…well, his.

"I mean," you hiss. A smile etching itself on your painted lips. "How did you, Hobart Brown-"

He laughs at the use of his full name. Grin widening as he shifts to rest his hands in the pockets of his vest.

"-get into a Juliette Tremblay party without an invitation?" 

"French huh," he scoffs,"fascists." With a small tilt of his chin he has the guests surrounding the two of you scattering. 

"You ain't got nothing better to do then watch a bunch of pompous men and women flaunt their money?" His tone is accusing but his face is full of mirth. 

"I'm working." Voice coming out as a squeak once you catch sight of the judgmental glares being sent your way.

"You don't ave' to be." He gently takes your hand. Pulling you into his chest as he wraps his arms around your waist.  

"C'mon,"he murmurs,"you have a comfy bed waiting for you back home." His fingers tracing over your exposed shoulder blades.

You hate how easy it is for him to overpower you but then again, you don't fight back. 

It was hard pining over Hobie Brown.

"I can't," you whisper,"I need to have an article ready by tomorrow and I haven't gotten a solid story yet." 

It looks like he is mulling over your words as his gaze filters between the crowd who has definitely distanced themselves in the last ten seconds, and you. 

"So what, waiting for a glass to slip and fall onto this ugly carpet?" 

You chuckle, "uh, no. I stopped that from happening over an hour ago."

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When You Love Someone's Daughter

Bakugou Katsuki x fem! reader

Summary: Katsuki stands in line for limited edition merch and it's not for himself *ps. this was for the valentine's day event I created but got behind on ...

word count: 526

“It’s fucking cold,” Katsuki mutters. Hands tucked safely into his coat pockets. 

The sun has barely risen. Streaks of pink illuminating the once dark blue sky. 

“You sure this is the right place?”

“Sure I’m sure man.” Kirishima chuckles under his breath. Fingers gripping loosely onto his phone as he struggles to stay awake. “I even asked Midoriya. You called ahead-”

“Didn’t fuckin’ matter anyway.”

Kirishima opts to ignore Bakugou’s grumbling. “It’s the right place. How bad is it?”

Katsuki groans, the wall connecting with his head suddenly seems very appealing. Even through his earphones the chatter of middle school girls is grating. 

“That bad huh?” Kirishima chuckles again. 

“Remind me why I’m doing this shit.” 

“Come on it’s your first valentine’s day together! Don’t you want to make it memorable?”

“Fuck that.” (Which roughly translates to ‘I’m terrified of giving my girlfriend a gift even though I’ve established I’m in love with her because vulnerability is still something I struggle with’).

Kirishima Eijiro is sure of many things and that includes his closest friend. So with a smile he answers. “She will love anything you give her Kats because it’s you.” 

Bakugou sighs, rocks crunching under his shoes. “Yeah, yeah…go back to bed you idiot.”

“Aw, you care.”

“Shut the-”

“Excuse me?” A tap on Katsuki’s shoulder has him nearly jumping out of his skin. 

When he twists around he has to look down from where his eyes initially landed. With a quirk of his brow he slips off one of his earbuds. 

The girl on her part, looks apologetic for startling him but also quite nervous. Twirling her tie and looking into his eyes every few seconds like she can’t stand to stare for too long.

“Are you that boy from the sports festival?”

“Yeah? What of it?” Katsuki ignores her friends who have quieted down to whispers. 

“I just- I wanted to congratulate you and wish you luck this year.” She fidgets before continuing. “I thought you were really cool with that gravity girl?”

“You’d be the first,” he huffs. Taking in the charms on her bookbag. “Let me see that.”

“What? Oh-” Her cheeks burn as she clumsily attempts to cover the charms. She looks up at him almost as if expecting him to give up, he doesn’t.

“Well?” Katsuki asks gruffly. Extending his hand out further. “Give it here.”

There’s a pause but then the clicking of plastic and metal rings in Katsuki’s ears and then the charms are in his hands. One for Hawks, figures. Katsuki rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue before pushing it aside. Fatgum, All Might- 

“Did you make this?” Katsuki runs his fingers over orange and black beads, a silver grenade charm dangling alongside his hero name. His lips quirk up. 

Katsuki can imagine your hand on his shoulder. Stars in your eyes as you bounce on the balls of your feet. ‘Katsuki your fanclub is growing! But I’m still your number one fan right?’ 

“Looks good.” He finally finishes. “What’s your name?”

“Izumi,” she stammered, “thank you.”

Katsuki hums and nods. “Keep watching, yeah? I’ll be number one soon enough.”

“Right!” She nodded rapidly.

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Poppies and Panic

Dick Grayson x fem! reader

Summary: You've given up on confessing to Dick because of a certain magician but Wally hasn't given up hope *ps. this was also for the v-day event

word count: 334

“Are you really going to wear that for training?” Wally teases. Nudging your side with his elbow.

The cave was relatively quiet although you could definitely hear Connor and M’gann in the living room. 

Dick himself says that days like these are boring. Zero missions. But honestly, breaks from the rest of the team—just you and your original trio—are a breath of fresh air. You’ll take training as time well spent despite the ache in your muscles from your one on one training with Black Canary.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” You playfully grumble back. 

“It’s atrocious!” 

“That’s what training sweaters are for?”

Wally rolls his eyes and pulls you closer by wrapping his arm around your shoulder. “I’m just saying, aren’t you going to get hot in that thing? Oh- is that your plan? Smart work (y/n).”

“That’s not at all-” you choke. Spewing out your water.

“Uh huh, sure.” 

Wally wiggles his eyebrows as you try to calm the blush on your cheeks. You’re not sure if it's because Wally knows you so well or if it’s because your feelings for Dick have been the topic of conversation lately…but the jabs he’s been taking at your expense have been more frequent. 

Laughter breaks the butterflies in your stomach entirely. A laugh you recognize.

“Zatanna,” you wilt.

“Zatanna!” Wally gasps. 

Trailing behind Wally your eyes shift over to Dick. Who was talking about who knows what with the girl of his dreams. 

It makes a sickening feeling bloom in your chest.

Watching them interact isn’t any easier than accepting the fact that the boy wonder wouldn’t ever look at you with the same attention. 

You suppose you should have predicted the outcome. Friends to lovers is great for novels and fantasy but in the real world? You’re as appealing as M’gann’s last attempt at meat loaf. 

Swallowing your pride you wave and greet Zatanna. 

“Hey! Just the girl I was waiting for.”

“Uh,” Dick scoffs, “rude.”

“You know what I mean.” 

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[Working Title]

One Piece! Straw-hats! x fem! reader

Summary: Falling into routine with the crew

word count: 1,115

The salt from the sea greeted you just as it had any other day. The morning breeze carrying sugar and butter from the kitchen Sanji was undoubtedly cooking in.

A smile graces your lips as you stand on the bow of the ship. Leaning against the railing of the Merry to catch the sunrise.

Returning to Syrup village had to be one of the best ways to relax after run-ins with the Marines and Buggy again. You’re starting to think he’s a little obsessed and it's not with Luffy. No matter, you were excited to see Kaya again. This time without the looming presence of a pirate captain with a grudge.

You shiver just thinking about Kuro of the black cat pirates. Although, you can’t count the experience as all bad. It allowed you to get closer to Zoro after being tossed into that well. You’re sure that was the first time you truly felt like a crew.

The warm hues finally broke through the surface of the water. Just in time as you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist. A groggy yawn leaving his lips as he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

“Good morning Luffy.” 

You can’t tell with his face now buried into your hair if he’s smiled but you’re sure he has. 

“Why did you leave?” He groans. Referring to the empty space beside him when he woke up in the hammock in the galley. 

“I wanted to see the sunrise,” you smile. Patting his mop of hair as you kept your eyes ahead. 

The Gecko Islands are still far from view. You would have to ask Nami how much farther before Luffy went insane. He could only spend so much time hanging off the crow’s nest and singing his rendition of a sea shanty.

You knew Luffy could take care of himself but you couldn’t help but worry. It never outwardly seemed like you were overbearing but after Ussop pointed out how much he relied on you, you’ve tried to take some steps back. That didn’t last long as it was obvious you spent the night together talking about nothing. Just like you had when you were both kids waiting for Shanks.

You cared about him deeply. He was all you had and that now extended to the rest of the crew. You would do anything for them. Luffy knew that as well as you did. Nami especially after saving her village, saving her.

“You could have told me…” A light snore leaving his lips as he nodded off.

You giggle as you rub your thumb over his knuckles.

“Well hello.” Nami’s soft voice rings out. A grin on her lips as she slid up beside you. Resting her own elbows on the rails as she looked at you with her own pair of tired eyes. Seems everyone was itching to get off of the Going Merry.

“Good morning Nami,” you chuckle. Reaching a hand out and squeezing her shoulder. “What are you doing up?”

“Same as you,” she responds. Running a hand through her hair as the breeze tousled the strands out of place. “Do you think breakfast is ready? I’m not willing to risk it on my own in the kitchen.” Her face souring as she looks in the direction of the room.

“Sanji isn’t that bad.” You protest with a wider grin. Feeling more awake after the conversations you’ve had so far with your crew. 

“Easy for you to say,” she huffs. “You’re too dense to see through his flirting that he’s stopped trying.”

“Hey!” You pout as you droop like a flower wilting under the sun. 

Nami rolls her eyes in amusement before pushing off the railing. Gesturing with a flick of her head and stepping back. “Come on. Luffy, you too. Stop using (y/n) as a pillow.”

Luffy grumbles when he’s rustled awake by Nami’s hand on his back. When he doesn’t stir she reaches up to lift his straw hat. He immediately bolts awake obviously.

You laugh as you watch Luffy chase after her. Not really chasing as Nami’s still only walking.

It takes less than a minute for the three of you to enter Sanji’s safe haven. He offers you the brightest smile once he notices you’ve entered. 

“Breakfast will be done in a minute. Take a seat yeah?”

You break away from your friends to step up to the counter lined with fluffy cakes, eggs, and meat.  

“You don’t need any help Sanji?” Already reaching over to help serve when he gently swats your hand away with his spatula.

“Nuh uh, I’ve got it all covered princess.” 

You frown as you bring your hand to your chest. He pinches your cheek in return which causes you to laugh.

“Go on,” he chuckles. Pointing to the table where Nami is fighting against Luffy’s dead weight. You flinch as his head hits the table.

“Are you sure?” You ask again once you turn your gaze back to him. Chewing on your bottom lip before reaching over to fix the cuff of his shirt.

He pauses from flipping batter to allow you to do so. Fighting back from cooing after the last time you had asked him not to.

“Alright.” He shakes his hand out as he returns to his dish. Hair falling gracefully over his face. “Since you want to help so badly. Cut the strawberries for me darling.”

You brighten as you move across the kitchen with ease. The late night lessons allowed you to map out every cupboard and utensil.

“Watch your-”

“Fingers, I know Sanji.” 

He lightly bumps his hip with yours. Amused and proud to know you’ve heeded his teachings. “I’m just looking out for our inventor.”

You look down at the strawberries as you not so expertly slice the juicy fruit. At least, not as well as Sanji.

“It’s too early for this shit.”

You look up mid slice. Catching Zoro’s eyes instantly as he was already looking in your direction.

“Oh! Good morning Zoro.” You beam and your fingers almost slip. 

Sanji tutts as he quickly reaches over and takes the knife you were using from your hands. “().”

“Ah-!” Your shoulders practically shoot up to your ears. “I’m sorry!” 

Sanji’s expression changes to something sweet. “Oh no darling it's not your fault.” He keeps his smile on for a moment longer until he finds Zoro. “Watch it will you mosshead. Deadly weapons mean anything to you?”

Zoro returns his glare as he crosses his arms over his chest. He opens his mouth but you quickly place yourself between them to placate the incarnations of fire and ice, oil and water- you get the picture.

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Flower Girl

Pirate! Hobie Brown x Princess! reader

Summary: Hobie doesn't recognize the Princess throwing a celebration in his honor

word count: 839

Ribbons and paper lanterns are scattered as far as the eye can see. The centerpiece of the plaza being the statue of your father. A great king indeed before he passed during battle. It’s been polished just for the occasion. The spring festival.

You soak in the sun as you sit on the granite edge, watching the city pass you by. It brings a smile to your face to see your people so carefree. Your efforts as princess had made a difference and soon enough you would be old enough to be coronated. You hoped your father would be proud. 

You’re so enamored with the scene before you, you’re startled when you hear a voice beside you. 

When you turn the first thing you see is an outstretched hand. Covered in scars and rough with callouses. The second you look up to meet the gaze of this stranger your heart stops. His eyes are dark yet they hold so much kindness in them it takes your breath away and his smile—oh. You’re wishing Miguel was here so you wouldn’t be left to make a fool of yourself in front of this handsome man.

He chuckles, repeating his earlier question. “What’s your name lovely?”

You clear your throat, offering a polite smile as you straighten your back. The petals in your hair make you look almost ethereal but you wouldn’t know that with how composed the stranger seems to be. A thick ribbon holding the flower crown together and tied just below the nape of your neck. There’s also flowers embroidered into your blouse. A thin brown vest pulling the outfit together along with leather boots. It’s simplistic compared to the gown you’ll be wearing at tonight’s ceremony but beautiful nonetheless. Anyone with eyes would notice how gracefully you carried yourself. 

You’re surprised the man doesn’t know your name. Maybe he just hasn’t seen your face? But then again, you’ve never seen this man before in your life and you would have with how often you frequent the town.

This man doesn’t look like any old stranger. He has several piercings, studded with silver instead of gold. Thick boots with even thicker belts around his waist. You assume his gun holster or maybe his saber would reside on his left side as his hand is laid casually on his hip. Like Miguel and the rest of the royal guard but he’s much more relaxed so that leaves you with one conclusion, he’s a pirate and he must be here for the ceremony. 

See, about a year ago a war began with a group of pirates calling themselves the sinister six. They each had their respective vessel as well as their own claim to the sea. Your kingdom was the first to be targeted in their conquest for riches and fame. With your father bedridden and your inexperience in war your people were left pretty much defenseless. Enter a mysterious group of pirates who sail across the sea aboard The Mary Jane. Their jolly roger a symbol of hope. With them came uprisings, rebellions, and eventually freedom.

You give him your name above the strumming of lutes. “You must be Captain Brown.” 

He sucks in a breath then kisses his teeth. His eyes follow the quirk of your lips. Soon he’s smiling too. “My reputation precedes me. Hobie works just fine.”

“Hobie,” you repeat. Finally taking his hand and much like you expected it’s rough with calluses. “It’s an honor to meet you.”

“Honor?” He guwaffs. The charms in his hair clinking together like wind chimes. Wiping the tears from his eyes he continues after catching his breath. “Your princess must be singing me high praises.”

You have many questions but you want to quell a certain curiosity first. “Where is your hat?”

“...My hat?” Hobie’s seems to instinctively reach for his head. Like he had forgotten he was without one.

“Don’t all pirates wear one? With big feathers-” you lift your hands to imitate the shape of a feather. “-and buckles.”

“Only the pompous ones,” he snorts. 

It’s an undignified sound. It reminds you of the time a stable hand tripped and fell into a puddle of mud. It was wrong of you to laugh then but that didn’t make it any less funny. Were you allowed to laugh now? 

You doubt it would matter to a pirate and you're not holding an audience. However, you are still the princess. That thought gives you pause. He doesn’t know.

“I-” Hobie coughs into his fist, “I’m sorry I should probably watch my tongue. Been out at sea for months-”

“May I request we promenade?”

He gaps like a fish. Stuck in his throat are half said words and confusion. 

“Is that a fancy way of saying you’re knackered from talkin’ to me?”

You blink before laughing. “Will you walk with me?” Fixing your skirt you stand with a flourish. Facing him with all the intensity of a child finding a hidden bar of chocolate. “I would very much like to.”

“Oh…oh!”

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Genie

Ekko x fem! reader, Hobie x fem! reader

Summary: After more than a few decades someone rubs your lamp and they aren't what you expected

word count: 683

It was silent except for the times your voice echoed off the walls of your cage. Dark too. With only yourself as company after a few thousand years. Sure, after your last master you were ready to embrace the peace and quiet but now you were beginning to grow bored. You’re sure that will change once someone manages to find this cavern of treasures you call home but for now, you anticipate your next adventure. 

It was the only way you found yourself pushing through the harder days. Seeing every master as a new adventure. At least you had the chance to see how innovative the world had become. 

It would be interesting to find a master who wasn’t a ruler of some far off distant land. There was only one man to your recollection that didn’t hold a title when he found you. He’s the reason there is an absent bangle around your wrist.

See, you’ve come to the conclusion that servitude will always come before your humanity. The legend was that only the pure of heart could free a genie of their imprisonment. It was an exchange, a life for a life so to speak. 

Odessyus was pure of heart so it brought great confusion and disappointment when only one bangle fizzled into gold. 

You wonder most nights—you  assume, considering you live beneath rock—if you’ll ever find someone willing to use a wish for the sake of your freedom. You can’t exactly ask. You learned that the hard way. Apparently it’s against the rules. Yet another restriction.

It’s unfair, quite so, but you’ve found you’ve forgiven the man who tricked you into taking his place within this very lamp. Now all you want is to have the life you never got to finish living.

An echo bounces against the body of your lamp unexpectedly. Effectively killing your daydream of sandy beaches and the salted sea. 

The ringing it causes inside the hollow walls has you hurriedly placing your hands over your ears. Another earthquake? Or possibly a volcano? Whatever natural disaster it was, you just hoped it would be over soon. Being rattled around like a copper piece inside a jar was not how you wanted to spend the next five minutes.

You yelp and fall back. Gold powder scattering at the bottom of the lamp much like pollen would after being shaken out of a flower. Then you’re rolling onto your side, bounding up and hitting your head on the lid, and finally falling back again. This lasts for approximately ten seconds before that familiar feeling rushes over you. Fresh air.

A gleeful shriek escapes your lips as your form spills out in a colorful puff of smoke. Swatting away the thick clouds you ache to see something other than a dull gold wall. 

Are you upset you're surrounded by trinkets in that same annoying shade of yellow? Yes. But you’re free. As free as you can be.

“Ah, what a pain.” You wince as a kink makes itself known in your neck. Earrings jingling as you tilt your head to unravel the knot. “Ten thousand years and I can’t even come out unscathed.”

Shifting your attention down you find something that makes your eyes widen. “Two beggars?” 

Lowering yourself down to their level you aren’t deterred by their mind boggled expressions. Nor their clumsy steps backward.

Resting all of your weight on your folded arms you look between them. Their most defining features, dark colored eyes and twisted hair. 

“Which one of you is my master?” you mumble. Expecting a fight to ensue over who had rubbed the lamp first when something else happens. Something else entirely.

“Giant woman…”

You pause, blinking once then twice before bursting into laughter. He just looked so awestruck. The boy to your right. White locks and a painted face.

“I believe that is clear, yes? But forgive me for not introducing myself.” In a flurry of smoke you straighten back up. It must have been too long for anyone to remember your lamp. You push aside the ache that causes in your heart. 

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[Working Title]

Arcane x fem! reader

Summary: Everything changed when Vander died, what happens next?

word count: 338

Caitlyn cannot believe in her pursuit for justice and information she is allowing herself to be guided by someone from the undercity. She holds little trust in the girl before her and that trust dwindles down to nothing the further down they walk. Caitlynn wasn’t even aware Stillwater had lower levels but considering this case concerns stolen Hextech, she’ll allow these details to move to the back of her mind. 

“How much farther are we going?”

The uncertainty in Caitlyn’s voice causes Vi to chuckle under her breath. Mist leaving her lips as she avoids uneven stones on the ground. “Keep your head up Cupcake.”

“That isn’t a proper answer.” Caitlyn grows annoyed when she’s met with silence. Did she really need Violet for her investigation? “Now listen I-”

Vi rolls her eyes but in truth, the silence unnerves her so she appreciates the chatter she’s receiving from a Piltover officer. Vi doesn’t like it at all. The quiet, the dark, the vacancy. Was she too late? Had she not fought hard enough?

Picking at the nail beds of fingers Vi listens for anything—something to indicate she hasn’t failed. She had already done so with Powder and she could never forgive herself for leaving her sister. She would be damned if she allowed another to slip through her fingers. 

Caitlyn has resorted to silence. She isn’t receiving many answers but that isn’t the cause for her sudden change in demeanor. Her fingers lightly trace bars where cells lay empty. Doors locked only to keep old bedding and possibly large mice in. The thoughts she had forced to the back of her mind resurface.

Her breath catches in her throat as she stops alongside her companion and soon to be second companion. In the last cell. Of an unaccounted for block. 

“Vi?”

The relief outweighs the dread Vi feels at the sunkenness of your eyes because they still hold light, hope. She reaches for the bars before sinking to her knees. “Hey, (y/n). It’s me we’re-we’re going home.”

[dreameryfics]

JJ MAYBANK x READER

Summary: You and JJ finally talk after three weeks

It's been three weeks since JJ and I talked. He went completely silent on everybody, but especially me after he got arrested. His dad stole something and JJ took the blame since he was with him. Luke is an asshole, but JJ still loves him. I had tried to ask the Pogues if they'd talked to him but he wasn't talking to any of us. I tried going to his house, but nobody was ever there. His phone was left at John B's place, so none of us knew where he was either.

I was down at the beach with Kie and Sarah. They have been trying their best to keep my mind off JJ and it works for the most part; but then I'm in my bed, alone and all I can think about is him. I tried my hardest to listen to what they were saying, but I couldn't focus on what was being said. "Hey, I think I'm going to head back home," I looked to Sarah and Kie, "I hate to be that person, but I'm just tired." I saw the sadness in their eyes.

They knew I was going to look around the island in hopes of finding that blonde mop of hair around town. "Hey, don't worry about it," Sarah told me pulling me into a much-needed hug. I felt the tears well up in my eyes, "Let us know if you find him," Kie said before joining the hug. I let go of them both and nod at them before walking back to my car. I got in and spent the next hour driving around, with no luck.

I pulled up to the park where JJ and I had our first date, knowing he would sometimes come here to get away. I'd checked almost every night, just hoping he would be there. We had been together for two and a half years now, but we've been friends since fourth grade. He was my best friend. I couldn't imagine a world without him in it, but that's how it felt. He wasn't anywhere to be found. I was losing hope at this point.

I turned off my car and got out, walking down the sidewalk. "JJ!" I yell, knowing it won't do any good. He wasn't here, he hasn't been here. I sit down on the bench and put my head in my hands, letting the tears fall and my sobs ring out into the silent night. I sit there for what feels like forever, but it's only been 13 minutes when I hear the grass crunch behind me.

I quickly stand up and turn around. I am met with those beautiful blue eyes I've been searching for. "Hey," JJ says under his breath looking down at his feet. I don't know what to say; on the one hand, I'm overjoyed to see him, but on the other hand, I'm so mad at him. I walk over to him and he looks at me with an unreadable face. "JJ, you haven't talked to me for over three weeks," I say to him, trying not to let the anger on my face show, "What the hell?"

"I know, and I'm sorry," he says looking deeply into my eyes, "I don't know what to say. It was stupid." I scoff at his response and roll my eyes, "JJ, stupid is underselling it a little, don't you think?" He looks back down at the ground again, "Listen, I couldn't face you. You're better off without me." I could hear the sadness in his voice, but I couldn't help it.

"JJ, don't fucking do that," I shout at him, "You do not get to decide if I'm better off without you. That is not your damn decision to make." He tries to talk but I quickly shut him down, "JJ, just listen to me. I love the everloving shit out of you and I always will, so don't ever think my life would be better without you in it, because I promise you it wouldn't." I felt a few tears fall down my face as he took his hat off and looked at me with sad eyes.

"These last three weeks have been fucking miserable without you J, ask literally anybody. I've been a shell of myself without you. Hell, if you want to break up, you just have to tell me, because I can handle that. What I can't handle is you disappearing from my life with no warning." I was sobbing at this point, "I thought you were dead and I'd never get to see your face again. Do you know how that feels? Thinking you'll never get to see the person you love the most again? It sucks."

I turn away from him, knowing if I stay facing him, I'll keep talking. I feel his arms wrap around me and pull me close to him. I rest my face against his forearm and close my eyes. We stay like that for a few minutes until I calm down. I turn to face him and place my palm against his face; wiping away the stray tears with my thumb. He places a kiss to my forehead before pulling me into a hug. "I'm so sorry," he says, "I know that's not enough, but that's all I have."

"I know," I say into his arms, "just please, I'm begging you, please don't ever shut us out again. This wasn't okay." I feel him pull away and hold onto my shoulders. I look up at him and he nods his head, "I won't ever shut you out again. I was just scared you would look at me differently." I gave him a confused look before responding, "Why would I look at you differently?"

I take his hand and walk back to my car, knowing the Pogues are going to want to see him too. "JJ, I would never think of you differently for what you did. As much as I can't stand your dad, I know you love him and would do anything for him. I'm surprised this didn't happen sooner; you taking the rap for him. I am surprised you shut us all out though. We've all been worried sick about you." I start the car and start driving to the Chateau, JJ agreeing to go see them.

"They're going to bite my head off," he says. I chuckle and nod my head. "I'm not expecting you to just all of a sudden be okay, but is there any chance you can forgive me?" JJ looks over at me. He looks hopeful, "JJ, this is something we need to talk about more," he nods his head at me and looks back at the road, "but for tonight, I'm just happy you're okay." I grab his hand and squeeze it.

It doesn't take long to get to the Chateau. We walk hand-in-hand into the run-down house to be met with shocked faces from everybody. JJ was immediately bombarded with hugs from everybody. It only took a second for him to be yelled at though for going AWOL. I knew we still needed to have a serious chat, but for right now, he was back with his family; who all happened to be yelling at him, but in a loving way.

I kinda sorta hate this, but it is what it is. Thanks, writer's block and generalized anxiety:) This is also shorter than my normal, so I might go back and edit it once my brain starts working properly again...

[alwaysshallow]

serial killer ghost x detective reader.

he's probably the biggest case in your entire career—and you just know you can't fuck it up. not when you're new in the crew, not when they trust you with solving the case that they feel miserable in. you got the transfer from another unit to get a chance. you don’t want to lose it, like you lost the previous one.

four months. four months and the madness of killing innocent women doesn’t stop. it’s nowhere close to stopping, considering you have only scraps—he kills women at night, women that are single, between mid twenties and thirties. successful women, or more likely what society would find successful in women. those clues are nothing but lame, but you’re in no position to complain. at least it’s something.

it’s your full month in the city, when you sense something is wrong. you can’t quite put what exactly, but something is. you automatically put your hand around your weapon, checking the surroundings on your way back to your apartment, chinese in your left hand. a mundane walk for food turns into crazy assumptions that the murderer could be looking for you too. or, he already found you.

yet, you can’t find anything, so you just go back. 

except, the feeling doesn’t pass. you feel it on your way to work, home, and even if you’re safe in theory, you don’t feel particularly safe. it’s gotten to the point where your boss sees it and asks if you need help. talks with you, how he can transfer you back, or set you up with another case. “anything, but losing your health,” he says to you, and you hate it. hate the absolute politeness in his voice, his sad, father-like smile, like he knows what he’s talking about. 

he doesn’t.

so, one day, you check again all of your doors, windows, and possible spots for hidden cameras. it takes you another hour, and you feel you could go crazy soon. there’s nothing, the murderer didn’t strike in over a month, and your paranoia might cost you your job.

“it’s not worth it,” you sigh, before opening the door. there’s a guy with a pizza hat and a pizza in his hand. delivery guy. you pay him without even thinking of it, a smile on his face when you say goodbye, a smile on yours. 

smile that fades quickly, when you open the box, just to see the message inside, written with a black marker, probably.

“thought you got rid of me that easily?”

[spacebaby1]

Can you do a reader that crochets with Mikey and/or mitsuya (tr) PLEASEEE🙏🏻😮‍💨

I just think it’s the cutest thing that Mikey would either whine for her attention or mitsuya intensively watch as he’s mesmerized.. also trying to teach them but failing miserably because he’s so impatient..🥰🥰

Absolutely! Ah, this is so adorable!🤭

Mikey:

He was the one who actually sent you random pictures of crochet hats, scarves, and toys telling that they're cute and you guys should get some. To you, it was more than "buy" because you were amazed by they way it was done. After watching videos on YouTube, you decided to try crocheting. Surprisingly, it was easy. Now, it consumed your whole time because you kept finding news things to crochet, which also means you gave Mikey a bit little attention and would text him a bit later whenever he'd text you. At first, he thought it was cool because you'd make him random cute hats and scarves, but he didn't want that. He wanted you and your attention.

You were crocheting cloves when Mikey sighed, squeezing his way and laying on your lap as you sat on the bed, fully focused on your crocheting. He sighed loudly, hugging your waist; he's a big baby, just wants your attention all the damn time. "What's wrong, bubs?" You asked, not stopping your work. Mikey looked at you with a pout, "give me attention, please. You've been crocheting a bit, too much. I want my girls full attention. That's an order." He went back to hugging you with a pout. You chuckled, putting the crochet aside and gently caressed Mikey's hair, "I'm sorry baby, I thought you liked it when I'd crochet for you." He got up and was facing you now, "I do! But I also want cuddles and playing with my hair and my hugs! It's not even that hard. Why do you have to give it your full attention?". You narrowed your brows and let put a small huh in a joke, "alright, let me teach you how to do it then, then we crochet together." Mikey snuggled into you. His back rested on your chest as he held the hock and the yarn. His hands held by yours as you lead him; he only did it right when you were holding his hands leading the way, but he couldn't do it alone because he wasn't sure how to. He groaned, putting it aside and just flipping himself on you. You let out a small yelp and chuckled as your hands found their way in his soft hair as he hugged you, "cuddle me." He ordered, and you did just that. That clove can wait, you thought.

Mitsuya

Watching Mitsuya work on the new design is so soothing. You loved spending time with him and watching him sew clothes; you wanted to join him in his work but every time you try it just doesn't go well and you desperately wanted to do something that you both can share in work.

Mitsuya was working on a new summer dress design for you, and you were scrolling through pinterest when you came across a crochet top. Immediately, you walked towards Mitsuya to show him, "How do you make these? It's cute!" You said happily, showing him the picture, "that's a crochet, my love. And it is cute, would look adorable on you." You tilted your head, "crochet? How's that?" He smiled, pulling you to sit on his lap as he showed you a few videos on his phone about crochet as you watched in aww. "Ah, that's such a talented thing to do." He nodded, "Yes, but it's hard. I tried it in high school and kinda failed." You pouted, "Oh, that's sad. Anyways, thanks for showing me new things!" You kissed his cheek before hugging him. And he just chuckled holding you closer.

That night, you came across a video on crochet and ended up falling in a crochet rabbit hole. You had decided that you would learn to crochet; without telling Mitsuya, you went shopping for the essentials and went home and started to work immediately. You were overjoyed when you realised that you found it easy to crochet, so you started small by making cloves, then a hat, and then spent a week making the top that you saw on pinterest. You were excited to show off your new top to Mitsuya, and even better to inform him that you made it.

Happily, you rushed to his room once you got to his apartment. Opening the door to the room, you walked in with a huge grin on your face, hands on either side you stood there catching his attention before twirling around, "Tada! How's my top?" Mitsuya grabbed your hand, pulling you closer from when he sat, "that's a beautiful top, my love. You went shopping?" You giggled, shaking your head, "I made it myself. See." You showed Mitsuya the things that you've been crocheting. He gasped, "Really? Oh, look at my girl learning how to crochet. You're so talented, my angel." There was nothing better than getting praised by Mitsuya to you. "Would you show me how you crochet?" You nodded happily before getting on the bed and getting the things out of your bag and starting to show him how to crochet while he just sat there with a smile fully focused on your joyful smile instead of the crocheting. He loved seeing you happy like that. You got off the bed and handed it to him as he tried to copy your ways but kept failing, he ended up laughing at how he was unable to understand it's basics before handing it back to you and pulling you closer, "guess you have to make me my new gloves and hats."

[shieldofiron]

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Robin Buckley does not believe in stereotypes. At least she tries not to.

“Oh my god,” She gasps anyway, running to one of the beds, “it's true what they say.”

Billy looks miserable, but she can see that’s he’s valiantly trying to hide it, “That this is where the magic happens?”

“No! About boys and their navy sheets. These mythical creatures… this must be their hatching ground,” Robin says, presenting the bed she presumes is Steve's, due to the prevalence of Michael Bay movie posters above it.

Despite whatever happened in the bathroom that has the two guys stuck together like sticky rice, the joke does release a tiny bit of the pressure bearing down on the room.

“I’ll get you new sheets,” Steve grumbles, leaving Billy in the doorway and yanking a cheap plastic bin from under the bed. To Robin’s delight he produces… a second set of navy sheets.

“Are you gonna sleep with Billy?” She asks, wincing as soon as it’s out of her mouth.

Billy is looking at her like if a tragic haunted babydoll in an antique store had a butch lesbian makeover and a five o’clock shadow. She wishes Steve hadn’t offered so adamantly that she stay the night. She’d felt slightly like a third wheel at the bar, but that’s nothing compared to this.

Still, it wasn’t like any of the boys were in any shape to drive her home. So here she is in the land of empty gatorade bottles and men’s speed stick. It’s really astonishing to her what she’ll do for her sad bisexual bestie.

Steve glances at Billy, face flushing. “It’s no big deal. We’ve done it before.”

Billy looks like it’s a damn big deal, actually, but he just shrugs, heading to one of the two dressers and grabbing a pair of sweat shorts off of the pile of unfolded laundry on top, before darting briskly into a door near the one they’d just came from.

Steve instantly leans in closer to her, gesturing weakly with the handful of sheets.

“Sorry, he’s just having a bad night,” Steve whispers.

“Are you sure you want me to sleep here? Isn’t there a couch or another room or something?” Robin fidgets, snatching off the stupid cowboy hat and throwing it on Steve’s bed.

Steve grimaces. “I love my brothers but… I wouldn’t sleep on the couch or a loose bed in here.”

“What about Jason’s roommate’s bed-”

“No! Trust me, you don’t want to go there!”

“But you’ll sleep in Billy’s?” She gestures to the navy-sheeted pile on the other side of the room. Billy Hargrove has a silk pillowcase, which for some reason makes it feel more real, and she suppresses a nervous giggle.

Steve’s brow furrows, and he shakes his head almost too quickly to be seen. “It’s not like that.”

“Are you-”

“Bathroom’s free,” Billy mumbles as he comes back in. Without the armor of his jeans and attitude he looks weirdly small, shuffling over to his bed and flopping across it.

“Cool,” Steve looks around frantically. “Robin, you wanna borrow some sweats? You can go first and I can-” He gestures at the bed.

“Right. Yeah, that would be great.”

He grabs some hopefully clean sweats out of his own overflowing pile at the foot of his bed, and an old soft shirt with greek letters on it. And Billy does smile wanly at her when she rushes off to the bathroom.

And lo, it  is all so, so awkward.

Robin knows from awkward. Wrote the book on awkwardness. And even then, this is awkward.

Because she had Billy all wrong. She’d spent so much time listening to Steve wax poetically about how he had no shot, that she’d forgotten something she knew before she’d even actually known them: that Billy Hargrove was without a doubt into Steve Harrington. Bro-jockery aside, she’d use to see them around campus and actually get the warm fuzzies.

Because she’d spent all of high school without a single date. The only other lesbians for miles had been a pair of older women, who had been great, but not exactly the warm community she’d been looking for. And then in college with the GSA she’d felt a whole lot more included. But that feeling had never left, even when she’d got her first college girlfriend, and then swiftly ex girlfriend.

She didn’t really know them beyond a few random rumors, and now she realizes she’d just assumed they were together but damn, didn’t she have the evidence? Especially after tonight, seeing them orbit each other like Saturn and her rings.

Robin pulled out her phone and locked the door.

Me [12:26 am]: What I was going to say was that our whole strategy needs an overhaul. Billy likes u. I don’t know what the Jason thing is even about bc he hardly looked at him all night.

She sets the phone on the sink and nearly leaps out of her skin a minute later when it buzzes and she ends up smacking her knee into the edge of the toilet while in the act of taking off her jeans.

Steve-o Burrito [12:29 am]: Its not like that he was just being close to me because of the night he was having I think I just need to be his friend right now i can’t make a move on him

Me [12:29 am]: Is he ok?

Steve-o Burrito [12:30 am]: Yea its just like private stuff can you make sure no one knows he was at a gay bar

Steve-o Burrito [12:30 am]: not that I think youd out him at all

Me [12:31 am]: I’ll be careful. Is he in the closet in the rat?

Me [12:32 am]: *frat

Steve-o Burrito [12:33 am]: something like that

Me [12:35 am]: I won’t tell, cross my heart and hope to die.

Steve-o Burrito [12:35 am]: shit, what about the GSA people?

Me [12:37 am]: I’ll text Jason. He won’t tell and neither would anyone in the GSA but we’ll be safe

Steve-o Burrito [12:37 am]: i’ll text him too i think he knows but Billy shouldnt deal wioth that shit

Robin changed swiftly into the too-big sweats and shirt, and leaned against the counter to text Jason, whose answer came almost immediately.

Treasurer JC [12:37 am]: Already knew, but thank you for reaching out. Will notify the group as needed. Have a good night.

Robin rolled her eyes. Why did he text like a wind up soldier?

She splashes some water on her face and rubs the cheap mascara off with her hands. Not her first choice but she’s not about to use the toilet paper in a frat house to take anything off. The bathroom isn’t a total sty, but it’s certainly not what she would call clean. There’s no spare toothbrush, which sounds about right, because she’s now pretty convinced neither of them bring anyone back here. Hopefully the mouthwash will do until morning.

Which is why it’s no shock at all when she comes back and they’re practically in bed together. Billy had his face almost hidden in the pillows and Steve is leaning over him and rubbing his shoulder slightly.

“Bathroom’s free, Steve,” She says, rather than just get married already.

Because how can Steve seriously be so blind.

“Be right back,” Steve says, giving Billy’s shoulder a gentle squeeze and leaving the two of them alone.

Robin wanders over to the newly made bed, trying to look anywhere but at Billy. There’s only so many empty alcohol bottles she can pretend to be interested in. If it wasn’t way too late she would have walked home, and left them to their situationship. She perches on the edge of the bed.

Me [12:49 am]: Billy is for sure into YOU dingus. 

Steve-o Burrito [12:50 am]: he’s in a weird mood right now or he’d bee more friendly. It’s not like that uou’ll see

Me [12:51 am]: Friendly is not the word I would use, you 2 were doing the bump n’ grind on the bill.

Steve-o Burrito [12:51 am]: So did Jason and connor. Circumstantial evidence.

Me [12:52 am]: I’m not trying to prove in a court of law what anyone can see with their own 2 eyes.

Steve-o Burrito [12:56 am]: I just wanna drop the whole thing. I don’t want to talk about it anymore.

“Girl troubles?” Billy’s low voice almost makes her jump.

“God, I wish. Got to have a girl to have troubles,” she mutters, eyes flashing to the bathroom door.

“He’ll be there for a while. Hair stuff.” Billy says confidently. He’s lying on his side, looking up at her from his pillow. “Plus he’s drunk. Slows down the whole process.”

Robin rolls her eyes. “Of course.”

“Sorry I cut the night short,” Billy says after a beat, “I thought I saw someone I know. Freaked me out.”

“Someone from home? Where is home anyway?” She asks, twisting her hands together in her lap.

“California.”

She snorts, “why’d you ever come to Indiana?”

“I got a crazy full ride. Plus my best friend was going here so it all kinda just happened.”

Robin ought to be asking for some kind of information to further the cause, but she has no clue how to ask without giving Steve away. She’s too tired for this shit.

“What’s your major?” She asks, copping out.

He smirks at her like he can smell the desperation in her small talk. “Biochemical engineering.”

“In here?” She blurts out.

He frowns for a second before his eyes go wide with recognition and he sits up a little, leaning against the wall to prop himself up. “Oh, in a frat. Shockingly, it works. I’m rush chair, so I do all my duties in the first two weeks until the pledges are members. I’m pretty good at studying when I have to, and I have to. At least I don’t have it as hard as Stevie.

She cocks her head to one side. “Hard?”

Also, Stevie? She would have to tell Steve about that.

“He’s the party chair and he’s always having to write these long ass papers, and make short films.” Billy shakes his head.

“Huh,” She tries to unclench her back. “Also, we have a ton of night classes.”

“Exactly. At least I can do lab work hung over. One time he tried to show me this freaky ass movie, the camera was spinning like a top.” Billy shivers. “Math never does that shit to me. Stevie’s like a machine though. He always does the party plans on time. Probably working on winter formal stuff already.”

It was cute that he couldn’t stop talking about Steve for even a minute.

“What’s winter formal?”

“Bunch of houses get together for a big dance at the end of January. Nice stuff, Dean Baumen even comes,” Billy smiles fondly. “Last year they had this snowflake theme, and steve had me up until about 3 am cutting those fuckin’ things.”

He must catch her watching him intently because he sits up a little straighter.

“All the arts majors have it rough, I mean. Every time he’s in a play, Eddie goes postal trying to come to our meetings and still do his rehearsals.”

“Who’s Eddie?” Robin tucks her feet up on the bed, hugging her legs to her chest.

“Long haired guy, he’s Carver’s roommate? Didn’t you meet him at the party?”

She shrugs, “Maybe I forgot. It must be weird for Jason.”

“Weird how?”

“His roommate having the same name as-”

“Talking about me?” Steve swings back inside, his slightly drunk-hazed eyes darting between them.

Billy chuckles, “we have better things to talk about than your sorry ass.”

Robin laughs with him, “Yeah, Steve. It’s not all about you.”

“Alright, fuckers,” he leans over and turns off the light, “jokes over.”

“Yes, mom. Goodnight, mom,” Billy giggles a little more. 

“You two better not start being friends.” Steve warns, and then there’s a loud smacking sound.

Robin scoots back into the bed, groping for the edge of the blankets in the semi dark. “Did you run into something, Steve?”

“No,” He says tightly, still from the general vicinity of the bathroom. “Shut up.”

“Goodnight, Steve,” She sings out. “Goodnight, Billy.”

“Goodnight, Robin.” Billy mimics her tone at the same time that Steve mutters, “G’nite.”

There’s some shuffling, and another sound like a shin smacking into wood before the other bed squeaks.

The terrible though occurs to Robin as she shoves herself between the sheets, but she’s not about to tell them not to fuck. Steve would have a full meltdown.

She doesn’t know exactly what happened between them tonight, and why Steve is so adamant on dropping the plan. But…

“Goodnight, Stevie,” It’s so quiet she barely hears it.

“Goodnight, asshole,” Steve says, but it’s as gentle as any nickname.

She can hear a bit more movement, negotiating space, and stares at the poster closest to her head on the way.

It won’t be long until Steve isn’t her one single friend anymore, as long as they can get their heads out of their asses. She really hopes that she meets someone soon, maybe someone like that Heather girl from Steve’s party, only gay.

Hopefully if there’s someone out there for clueless bisexual frat boys, surely there was someone for Robin too.

There had to be.

[sweetracha]

No thoughts only building snowmen with felix and then him getting grumpy bc yours looks cuter

Do you Wanna Build a Snowman?

"Lixie come on! You're going to catch a cold" you said as you rounded the corner in your new home.

"It'll all melt away! Hurry" Felix sounded like a little child worried about his double chocolate cookie crunch extreme scoop of ice cream.

Who could blame him though? Felix couldn't remember the last time he had seen snow. You mentioned how badly the streets would thick over with ice and be packed with white as far as the eye could see. To Felix, this could never be a bad thing. How could it be?

You ran through a mental checklist, ensuring you were both ready for the cold about to hit you. Sure, you were used to it by now but somedays the winter bites back. Felix on the other hand was ready to run out blind to his death, the Aussie would never survive without you.

Thick socks? Check.

Warm boots? Check.

Pants with leggings underneath? Double-check

Long sleeves? Check

Coats? Check and a matching check as Felix insisted you two had to have a matching set.

Gloves? Check much to Felix's complaining 

And finally, a hat to keep your head warm? Check!

When you opened the front door, Felix dashed out with excitement. You couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the pure joy on his face. He found the thickest pile of snow in the middle of your yard, where your garden used to be, and fell to his knees. You should have guessed the gloves would have been long forgotten by now as he feels the snow melt on his bare skin. There was no way to sneak up beside him as the unmistaken crunch of packed snow sounded from under your feet. You crouched next to him and took in all his beauty. It was his first life, wasn’t it?

“Lixie baby?” You asked softly, not wanting to disturb his fun. All you got back was a simple hum to acknowledge he was listening. “Do you want to build a snowman?” You thought he was about to die from how quickly he lit up.

“Yes! We could make a cute snow couple!” His mind went running with ideas.

“Pixie, have you ever built a snowman?”

“No but how hard could it be? Animal crossing taught me everything I need to know.”

Oh how wrong he was. Felix quickly realized he had put too much confidence in his ability to build a snow person. It wasn’t meant to be a competition but he decided himself to make it one. Then he looked over at yours, almost finished while he was barely started. 

Yours was perfectly round and white.

His was lumpy and had random mud stains all over.

Yours was perfectly proportional.

His head always ended up being bigger than the middle.

Yours had arms specifically grown by Mother Nature herself.

His looked as if a dog dragged them in.

Even the face on your snowman looked perfect! Brown buttons you stole out of the craft drawer, a little carrot nose from the fridge, little pebbles curved up into the biggest smile. You even broke off tiny flakes of bark to make the freckles on your snowman! 

Wait…freckles…on a snowman? Brown buttons, a big smile, a blue scarf, a matching hat, Felix’s missing gloves, and freckles.

“Y/n!” He didn’t know what to say so he decided to scream your name to get your attention. However, that backfired miserably as you fell straight on your butt onto the cold ground.

“Felix!” You yelled back. He ran as fast as he could to save you.

“I’m sorry…I just..your snowman…he is…” 

“He is you!” Felix swore the smile you shared could have cleared the skies. “Do you like him?”

“I LOVE HIM!!!” He got up close and personal to inspect every little detail. “How?”

“I’ve had some practice” He fell for your giggle every time.

“Mine looks so…sad” Just then the oversized head rolled off and smashed into pieces.

“Maybe I can help you? I bet we could make him a real find!” Felix liked this idea much more than the competition he was participating in.

“Gotta make Snowlix the perfect man!” Felix stated as if it was an indisputable fact.

“So snowbin, got it”

The Sweetest Batch: @goblinracha @kaciidubs @channieandhisgoonsquad @comet-falls @ddyskz @jiminskies @j-onedrabbles @lixiesweetbrownie @marrivmel @caitlyn98s

[cozage]

The Daughter's Return Part 3

Chapter 8: Promises Broken...

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A second part will be posted tomorrow :) Characters: female reader x Portgas D. Ace Word Count: 1.4k

Over the next few days, you traversed the Alabastan Desert with the Stawhats. Ace occasionally gave you piggyback rides, and sometimes you rode on the perverted camel, but mostly you walked.

Walking gave you something to focus on. When your mind wandered, that’s when the fear crept in. So even though you were hot and miserable, you preferred walking to the alternatives.

Ace even let you wear his most treasured hat so you could keep the sun out of your eyes and avoid sunburn. 

The journey was long, but it wasn’t uneventful. You learned more about Vivi and the Kingdom of Alabasta. She told you stories of her admirable undercover work in Baroque Works, and your heart hurt for her and her country.

Nami told you about her tangerines and how she wanted to draw a map of the entire world. From what you had seen, she was an excellent navigator and had a way with reading the weather that you had never seen before. 

Usopp told you about stories that were too crazy to believe, and you offered up some of your actual stories in return. 

Chopper talked to you about vitamins, and though you didn’t tell him exactly what was going on, he gave you a lot of medicinal herb remedies you could use in the future for morning sickness and other ailments. 

Zoro didn’t talk much, but you did admire his swords. Izou had taught you how to handle swords when you were young; a skill that you had further refined in Wano, and you were able to impress the mossy-haired swordsman with a few moves. 

You helped Sanji cook occasionally, preparing ingredients when you saw he was going to need them. It reminded you of how you helped Thatch in the kitchen, and you tried not to be too sad over the thought of never doing it with him again. 

Luffy stuck by Ace most of the time, the two of them exchanging stories. You liked to sit and listen to their tales of childhood, and Ace told Luffy plenty of stories about his time on your father’s ship. They deeply cared for each other, which softened your heart. Ace rarely opened up to people in the way he opened up to the Strawhats, and you found yourself thoroughly enjoying everyone’s company. 

When you finally found the man who claimed to have Teach, you weren’t surprised to discover he was a fraud. You were a little disappointed to realize you would actually have to leave Luffy and his crew, though. You had grown very fond of them all. 

“Let’s go in the morning,” Ace begged. “One more night with them all?”

“Sure.” You grinned, knowing he was just as sad to leave as you were. 

He plopped a sloppy kiss on your cheek and got up to stretch. 

“Be right back,” he said, sauntering off to talk to a few other crew mates. 

“I still can’t believe Ace joined a crew,” Luffy said, shaking his head. “This Whitebeard guy can’t be that great!”

You laughed at his comment, your eyes on Ace as you watched him talk to Chopper. “He’s a good guy, Luffy. I think you’d like him if you met him.”

“He has to be a good guy.” Luffy sighed and fell back into the sand. “Ace wouldn’t respect him if not. Ace doesn’t like anybody.”

Your eyes finally broke away from Ace, and you looked at Luffy in confusion. “What are you talking about, Luffy? Ace likes everybody!”

“No way!” He huffed. “He tried to kill me when he first met me! He tried to kill me a lot!”

You thought about how Ace mentioned he had tried to kill your father long ago. That version of Ace lined up a lot more with what Luffy was saying. 

“I think pops beat it out of him.” Your eyes ventured back to Ace, who was now talking to Sanji. You wished he was back by your side. It was getting cold without him. 

“He seems happy,” Luffy said, so quiet it was almost a whisper. “I think you did that to him.”

“Me?!” you laughed. “I make his life infinitely harder, Luffy. Trust me.” You resisted the urge to put your hand to your stomach at that thought.

“Nah.” Luffy sat up and shook his head, sending sand everywhere. “He really loves you. I can tell.”

“How can you tell?”

Luffy hummed, deep in thought. “Well, he would-”

“Got you some tea,” Ace said, interrupting his brother. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” You snuggled into his arms, letting his warmth wrap around you as you gripped your teacup. 

You looked back at Luffy to hear the rest of his answer, but the boy was already off laughing with another crewmember. Whatever he was going to say was long gone. 

It was a joyous night gathered around the campfire, but it was short lived. Everyone was exhausted, and you were barely able to keep your eyes open near the end. 

“We can go to bed,” Ace offered, smirking at you as you nodded off. 

“No,” you groaned, resting your head on his warm shoulder. “S’our last night…”

“Come on,” he whispered, picking you up and taking you over to your all’s sleeping bags that were a good distance from the rest of the camp. “You need a good night's sleep.”

“Mmmkay,” you hummed, curling up into the sleeping bag. “Come here. You’re so warm.”

“Did you drink all your tea?” Ace brushed the hair away from your face as you hummed with delight. 

“It was really good, thank you.”

Ace watched you closely, waiting for you to go to sleep. “I love you so much. You know that, right?”

“Of course,” you mumbled, a sleepy smile ghosting across your face. “I love you too, Acey.”

Ace bit his lip, holding back his emotions. He gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, and by the time he pulled away, you were softly snoring. 

You had drank all of the sleeping medicine he had put in your tea. With any luck, you would be out until morning. By then, he’d be long gone. 

He slipped his hand into your bag, and pulled out your stack of vivre cards. He shuffled through each one, until he found a small piece of paper with his name on it, covered in hearts that you had drawn across the entire slip of paper. Ace quickly removed it from the pile and shoved it in his pocket, putting all of your other cards back into your bag. 

He bent down and gave you one more kiss, and when you didn’t stir, he walked over to the dying campfire. Only Luffy and Nami were still awake, both sitting in silence as they watched the coals.  

“Here, Luffy.” Ace handed him a new blank slip of paper. “Whatever you do, don’t tell Y/N you have that.”

“This?” Luffy examined the paper, but it was blank. “What is it?”

“We’ll use it to find each other again one day. When we’re both big named pirates.”

Luffy frowned. “It’s just a piece of paper, though.”

“Do you not want it?”

“No,” Luffy said. “I’ll keep it.”

“Are you leaving now?” Nami asked. “It’s the middle of the night.”

“Yeah, I’ve got to get a head start and get the Striker ready.” Ace gave a longing glance back at you. “When she wakes up, can you hand her this?” He passed off a transponder snail to Luffy. 

“Sure,” Luffy said. “But don’t you just want to take her along now?”

“Nah,” Ace said. “She knows where I’m going. She needs to rest. Just leave her until morning. And look after her, will you? Make her travel with you guys until you get back to your ship. I’ll meet her in Nanohana”

“Okay!” Luffy said. 

“Don’t mention that paper, Luffy. I’m serious. She’ll take it from you.”

“But it’s mine!”

“So put it somewhere safe.”

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Nami said, her frown deepening. “Ace, if you’re meeting her in back in Nanohana, you should just-”

Ace ignored Nami, not wanting her to think too hard about his false plan. “Next time I see you, Luffy, we’ll both be top pirates!”

“Deal!” Luffy said. 

And then Ace was gone, disappearing into the night, leaving you blissfully unaware of the unforgivable thing he had just done.

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[rorywritesjunk]

So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear

It's the three year anniversary since everything changed in Buggy's life for the worst.

Rating: PG-13, just to be safe. Warning: Angst. References to Roger's death, Buggy and Shanks' fight, there's mention of teasing, there's a protective friend, Buggy has Big Feelings, yells at Reader. There's tears. A/N: A request from the lovely @chochotorianime10 who wanted a young Buggy with an s/o who is like Kagura from Fruits Basket, who is the Boar in the zodiac. Buggy in this fic is 19, full of angst. He just wants a drink. Honestly these two probably both need some kind of therapy, especially Buggy. Title comes from "Little Talks" by Of Monsters and Men.

It had been three years since Roger’s execution and the falling out between two friends, but you saw how Buggy’s eyes still flashed whenever he heard mention of Red Haired Shanks or saw a straw hat or anything that could remind him of the friend he once had. You had remained by his side after that, despite being friends with the two of them at a time. Love made a person do silly things and with how much you loved Buggy, you turned your back on Shanks when you saw how hurt Buggy was after their fight.

And it didn’t help that you loved Buggy so much that sometimes your emotions got the better of you. You were in a pub with him, bringing drinks to your shared table to help him feel better when you overheard someone make a passing comment about the clown over there in the corner lookin’ sad, aren’t clowns supposed to be happy and funny?

And well, your nickname on the Oro Jackson had been The Boar with the way you often charged forward into chaos without much thought and this was no different. You didn’t even make it to the table before you swung one of the bottles around, striking the stranger in the face and knocking him back into his friend. 

“Say that again, asshole!” You snapped as arms encircled you, pulling you away from the fight that was about to start. It was the third anniversary of That Day and Buggy wasn’t in the mood for a fight, even if he wasn’t involved in it. 

He dragged you out of the pub before the guy’s friends could retaliate, pulling you down the street and ducking into an alleyway. You managed to get out of his grasp to peer around the corner, grumbling about asshole drunks before looking back at Buggy with a worried expression. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, demeanour opposite of how it was seconds ago. He just stared at you before shaking his head.

“I wanted a drink, why did you have to do that!” He demanded angrily, clenching his fists. “Where else am I going to go?!”

“There’s another pub down the street, looks better anyways.” You chuckled, not bothered by his tone. He seethed, teeth clenched as he glared at you. You just smiled at him and patted him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, my love. We’ll get you good and drunk to forget what the day is.”

He glared and shrugged your hand off. Today wasn’t the day he wanted to put up with your antics. This was the one day of the year where he wanted to be miserable, to mourn for what life had been, not drag you away from a brawl because you overheard him being insulted by some drunkard. 

“I'm going to find a different place.” He grumbled as he started for the street, but your hand grabbed his and stopped him. He jerked his hand out of your grasp and spun around to yell at you to just leave him alone for a few seconds, but he bit his tongue when he saw the tears in your eyes.

“I'm sorry, Buggy.” You sniffled as you reached for his hand once again. “I just… that guy said somethin’ mean about you and I couldn't stand it. I hate it when people are mean to you.”

He shut his eyes and took a deep breath before counting to three, exhaling slowly before he opened his eyes. You always looked out for him ever since the two of you met as children on the ship. The first time you heard someone make a jab about Buggy’s appearance you kicked the person so hard in the kneecap it shattered. You were ten. The crew started calling you The Boar affectionately shortly after that with how you attacked anyone without warning when it came to Buggy.

“Yea, well! Keep it together at the next place.” He snapped. “Don't get us run out of every pub in this town, okay?! I want to actually enjoy my drinks!”

You nodded, still holding his hand while your other hand wiped away the tears in your eyes. “I miss’im.”

“Yea, I do too.” Buggy mumbled as he started for the street again, tugging you along with him. While you drove him crazy, he was happy to have you with him, and the fact you chose him over Shanks made him feel a bit better about how everything went after the fight. You always chose Buggy over Shanks no matter what the situation was, even down to a stupid argument between the two and Shanks was right, you still agreed with Buggy.

“I'll make you breakfast tomorrow.” You told him as you trailed behind him, still holding his hand. He sighed and pulled you close so you walked beside him, not wanting his arm stretched that far back. Sure, he could pop his hand off and you could hold it for him, but he hated that. He wanted you by his side, not behind him.

“You don't have to.” Buggy mumbled. You looked at him, biting your bottom lip.

“But I wanna.”

He looked at you with a frown. You weren't the worse cook, the food was kind of edible, but you two had a room at a nearby inn that offered breakfast and well, Buggy planned to load a bag up of rolls and anything else that would keep so he wouldn't have to have your cooking.

“The inn offers breakfast.” He reminded you. “Just… don't worry about it.”

“Buggyyyyyy, can I at least fix your plate in the morning?” You begged, hand in yours as you swung your arm back and forth as you two made your way to the next pub. “You know I'll make it with lots of love.”

Ugh, love. You said that to him enough that he figured you must mean it, but he maybe said it once to you. It wasn't that he didn't have some kind of love for you, he just wasn't really sure how to define whatever the relationship between the two of you actually was. He never bothered to flirt with anyone, even if you weren't around, because no one would reciprocate. Often they'd just laugh at him, thinking it was a joke, and hide their snide comments to their friends behind their hands while Buggy walked away.

Shanks always made it look so easy. He had always ended up with a pretty girl on his lap or in his arms while the three of you would go to a pub together. You were all young and dumb, unaware of what was coming to tear you all apart, but it was all in good fun. There were times Shanks tried to hug you or give you a kiss on the cheek in front of Buggy, but you would always laugh and punch him in the shoulder before he could, not paying attention to the anger and jealousy in Buggy’s eyes.

He wasn't really sure what he was jealous about at the time. Was it Shanks trying to be too friendly with you or was it the fact Shanks could have anyone but he was going after you? Buggy couldn't understand why he had felt that way, and years later he wondered if he was still in denial in some way. 

He wasn't in love with you, he was positive of that, because while he appreciated you stuck around there were times he wondered if it was out of pity for him. Did you think he wasn't capable of taking care of himself? You were always there for him, ready to take someone down, and he knew growing up that others didn't think he could.

But you knew he could, you just didn't want him to do it alone.

“Buggggyyyy?” You asked in a sing-song voice as you two made your way to the next pub. He glanced at you with a frown while you looked at him with big, hopeful eyes. “Can… can I have a kiss?

“What?! Why?!” He demanded. “Why do you want one?!”

“B-Because that's what people do when they're in love.” You mumbled, suddenly averting your gaze from him as you looked down at your feet as your cheeks turned bright red. “I see couples do it all the time, y’know, and… and wished we would.”

“We are not a couple!” He shrieked, patience vanishing at the request and the look in your eyes for him. “Why the hell would you think that?! I don't love you!”

He dropped your hand and took a step back, breathing heavily as he glared at you. The silence was deafening, you were looking at him with big, surprised eyes. Was that too far this time? He often lost his temper but this was the first time he spoke to you like that. 

When you didn't respond, he started to panic just a bit. Now you would leave him too, just like Shanks, because he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut. He hated that you weren't talking just then, this had to be the longest period you've ever been quiet for when you weren't sleeping.

“Wi-Will you say something?!” He demanded, clenching his fists tightly as he narrowed his eyes. “I just said I don't love you, okay, so you might as well just leave me alone now! Like everyone else!”

You lifted your hands up to his face and he started to take a step back; he knew your strength, he awaited the blows you would surely deliver, and when your fingers touched his skin, your palms pressing against his cheeks, he flinched, trying to jerk away.

“Buggy, it's okay.” You told him calmly, and he hated the soothing sound of your voice just then. He needed you to be mad at him, shrieking with the same intensity you showed for that man back at the pub, yet your tone was quieter, comforting him like you had many times before. “It's… it's okay.”

“No, no it's not.” He snapped back as he tried to pull away from you. “You should just leave me already! Everyone else has!”

You wouldn't let him get away, instead dropping your hands to his shoulders and pulling him into a hug. He didn't fight you too hard to get away, the frustration and anger bubbling to the surface his arms wrapped around you. Buggy didn't want you to go, he didn't want to be alone. Today was a hellish day, the events years ago replaying in his mind every waking moment, but you stayed by his side no matter what he said to you, taking his emotions in stride.

“I'm not leaving you.” You assured him as you tightened your arms around him. 

“Why not?! You should!” Buggy shot back as tears welled up in his eyes. “I don't understand why you stick around, I don't love you!”

“That's okay.” 

He didn't miss the hitch in your voice when you said that or your own tears that started streaming down your cheeks. You still managed to smile at him despite what he just said.

“I still love you, Buggy, because I know you need someone to.” You sniffled. “I know you don't mean it.”

His eyes widened slightly and he stopped fighting to get away. He hesitated when he hugged you. He didn't deserve your kindness, he never did, but you still stuck around. He let the tears fall, not bothering to hide them, knowing you were the only person he trusted to see him this vulnerable.

“Let’s go get a drink, okay?” You suggested as you pulled back from the hug a few minutes later, once the tears stopped for the two of you. “I’ll be good this time.”

Buggy sniffed, rubbing his nose before wiping his hand on his shirt with a shrug, trying to ignore the fact he was just crying. You used the hem of your shirt to wipe your own face before smiling up at Buggy. He looked away from you and crossed his arms.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” He mumbled as he started walking again; you trailed after him, linking your arm around his. He didn’t say anything or try to pull away. “You… you were defending me. S’okay.”

You giggled and slipped your arm away from his, slapping your hand against his shoulder lovingly, causing Buggy to stumble a bit from the force. He bit back a retort, letting you once more link your arm with his as the two of you headed for the next pub. 

He wondered if he was going to regret this, but he suddenly turned to face you, pecking you on the cheek so quickly you weren’t even sure he actually made contact with your skin, but you weren’t going to point it out. You just hugged his arm and let your head rest against his shoulder as the two of you walked along, and while it may take Buggy some time to admit it, he loved that you stuck around for him, took care of him, and put up with him, and he figured at some point he may tell you that he loves you, but it would have to wait.

[n-s4kayaky]

𝔹𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟

Pt.2

warnings: This story is about the Cross Guild in a female version, so clearly the relationships were about Female x Female since Reader was about a woman. Sexual tension, aggression, humiliation, power dynamics

a/n:SOOOOO, I really wanted to do this, it landed in my head one day and since then I haven't been able to get the idea out of my head. I think it will be three, four chapters in which you end up in bed with these women, this story is pure indulgence so enjoy

For many years now, of which you have been working for Mrs. Crocodile, you went to her in search of a simple job in her great casino and in the blink of an eye you ended up being her right hand and let's say something else. You were always by her side, preparing the paperwork, calling the subordinates of the Baroque Works, giving her the fibers of how much money she had raised in her casino and helping her with what she asked of you… We do know what it means. You were faithful to her and I reward you in many ways, if it was true that sometimes that great woman was scary and that never disappeared in you even as the years passed. After the attempt to conquer Arabasta failed miserably due to the straw hats, you remained there, working for her while she was taken to Impel Down. It was a somewhat sad and hard few months without the accompaniment of your mistress; But you were able to keep going while you ran their business. The day she appeared at the door after such a long time you screamed with excitement and spent most of the day glued to her repeating how much you had missed her while her big hand caressed your head cooing to you, that night was quite long and satisfying for both of you

Several weeks after his return, you gave a piece of news which left you a little perplexed. It seemed that he had made an alliance with one of the new Yonkos; Buggy The Clown, and the greatest swordswoman in all of the All Blue; Dracule Mihawk. As it was obvious that you knew who those women were and you were not going to question your wife about her decisions, although it still seemed strange to you that she made an alliance, she liked to be the one in charge of everything. Shortly after the news, a boat was prepared in which you and your wife were to go to the meeting area with the two women. Your eyes widened when you saw that the meeting area was a big circus tent, you thought it would be somewhere more professional but you didn't question your lady again. As you enter the tent you are dressed in circus clothes, a girl in what looked like she was wearing a fur coat accompanied by a hat with bear's ears came up to you, asking Mrs. Crocodile to please follow her to where her captain and the swordswoman were.

You went up some stairs and went down a long corridor, always close to your mistress while you recognized the surroundings, you came to a large door quite striking to say the least, the purple wood hurt your eyes and the gold details were quite visible. The girl in the bear hat opened the door for you and you could see inside. A large hall, filled with fabrics of all colors that hung on the walls along with gold ornaments that hung along with the fabrics, a large carpet, and above this an acacia table on which was placed a silver tray with a bottle of wine and a half-drunk cup. A small bowl of fruit accompanied it, in front of the table was a large green armchair with cushions of a darker color and seated in this armchair were the other two women. A la derecha se encontraba Dracule Mihawk, The woman was sitting in the armchair gracefully, occasionally drinking from the glass of wine that was on the table, her jet-black hair was combed behind her hat, her eyes were closed and she was concentrating on the wine she was drinking, one of her legs rested on top of the other as it bounced. Seeing her beautiful heeled toe leather boots, her characteristic coat was open and left a beautiful scarlet corset with silver details on display and of course her great sword Yoru rested behind her. Next to her was Buggy, the girl was trying to get the attention of the other woman out of boredom and when she saw that she didn't pay any kind of attention to her, she rumbled on the couch and with her power she separated from one of her hands so she could take a bunch of grapes and leave it on top of her mouth while she grabbed it with her floating hand, The first thing that caught your attention as expected was his big round red clown nose, he also had a characteristic clown makeup, Quite well done, her long blue hair was gathered in two cute ponytails with ponies in the ponytail garters, she wore a beautiful red bodysuit, with ruffles on her neckline, sleeves and lower area, in the middle of her chest there were white pons to match her scrunchies, her bare legs were covered with red and white striped stockings

Buggy when he heard the door open he directed his gaze to it, seeing Mrs. Crocodile and then to you, when his eyes fell on your figure his gaze lit up and he jumped up from the chair while he approached you with a big smile "Croco-Chan, you finally arrived! I was getting bored because Dracu doesn't pay attention to me," he said while pouting, Mihawk opened his eyes at his name and looked at Buggy seriously with those beautiful yellow eyes outlined "Don't call me that." He said dryly, his gaze rested for a few seconds on your form, scanning you from top to bottom making your body tremble, without taking his gaze off you he raised the wine glass to his lips taking a sip "Oooww, Dracu come on, don't be that serious" Buggy said with a melodious tone as he directed his gaze to the swordswoman and then quickly directed his gaze towards you with a big smile in which there was a hint of mischief. I didn't know you knew such beautiful girls" He said as he stood in front of you, he smiled happily and took both of your hands "Delighted darling, I'm Buggy, the biggest of the pirates, although you already know that" He said while winking at one of his eyes and giving you two big kisses on the cheek, making your face burn. Crocodile looked at the scene seriously, belching smoke from his cigar while letting out a small "Tsk". Her large hand decorated with rings rested on your hip, bringing your body closer to hers as she looked at the clown with a smile "It's MY clown assistant, keep a distance.." "Oh come on Croco, don't be so jealous" He said again in a singsong manner while a slight panic could be noticed in his voice, your lady let out a groan as she began to walk towards the couch, passing by the blue-haired one

Buggy followed behind them, watching Crocodile sit in one of the corners of the couch, looked at Mihawk and simply shook his head in greeting as he took the cigar out of his mouth and shook the ash from it. You looked at Mihawk and approached her, ready to greet her in a symbol of politeness: "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Mihawk." She looked you up and down, put the glass on the table and then took one of your hands delicately, brought it to her lips and kissed your knuckles gently, placing her intense yellow eyes on yours "It's a pleasure dear.." Your cheeks turned a deep red as the jet released your hand as gently as before. You swallowed trembling saliva and nodded as you returned to your lady's side, standing next to her, your lady looked at the swordswoman seriously while chewing the cigar with her teeth with some rage, you looked at Crocodile and somewhat nervously placed your hand on top of hers, she quickly turned it over and grabbed your hand tightly and possessively. You've always known that your lady is very possessive and jealous when it comes to you, in many of the gatherings you've been to with her she's kept you glued to her, making it clear to people that you were her property.

Buggy sat on the couch, between the two women as she swallowed, noticing the nervousness in her to be between those two great women, I mean, who wouldn't be nervous? He cleared his throat and coughed softly as he looked at the women with a nervous smile, "Well girls, let's talk about the Cross Guild."

The three women were talking for a few long minutes, Croco was the one who talked the most, as she was the most accustomed in these matters, Buggy answered from time to time and blurted out some complaint or bad joke when she had the opportunity and finally Mihawk, she was the quietest and just talked from time to time, arguing with your lady. In the meantime you stood silently by your mistress's side, you were accustomed to stand for several hours at the meetings to which you went; But even if you were used to it, your legs kept getting tired, making you move a little. Buggy looked at you and smiled softly as he cocked his head "Hey sweetie, do you want to sit down? You've been on your feet for quite some time" The eyes of the other two women fell on you and you quickly got on your nerves as you shook your head with a slight smile on your face "No, no, I'm fine, but thank you very much Miss Buggy" "You don't need to behave so professionally sweetness, you can sit down and have a drink without a problem, What's more!" His hands separated from his body and flew quickly towards you, without any warning his gloved hands grabbed your hips and moved you towards the clown, forcing you to fall into his lap, he smiled widely and settled you on his lap, placing his chin on your shoulder, having his lips dangerously close to your neck, making your skin stand on end. Your cheeks warmed up again and you looked at your mistress, who watched furiously as you sat on the clown's lap, biting hard at the tip of her cigar. Buggy smiled and looked at both women as he wrapped his hands in your lap, gluing both bodies together and making you feel his breasts against your back

"Well, where were we going?" He said in a somewhat mischievous way in his voice as he hugged you as if you were a large stuffed animal. Crocodile continued to speak of the terms with some seriousness, looking at you and Buggy with each passing second. As Buggy spoke he stopped paying a modicum of attention, rubbing his face against your neck and breathing from it, making you shudder, with one of his hands apart he picked up the bunch of grapes again, bringing it to your lips while smiling kindly, encouraging you to eat and no doubt that was the straw that broke the camel's back for Mrs. Crocodile. With his big golden hook he grabbed Buggy's pigtails, pulling them and forcing his head to separate from his body, he let out a scream while looking at your lady trembling, Crocodile took a spur of his cigar and released the smoke on the girl's face while she looked at him with eyes full of fury "What do you think you are doing with MY assistant, "V-come on Croc, I'm being nice, don't be so angry, heh.." "Nice is it that you're squeezing her like you're a leech!?" You watched the scene fearfully from Buggy's lap, your eyes fell on Mihawk, who was quietly drinking from her wine

You swallowed hard and got up from Buggy's lap quickly, approaching your mistress and sitting on her lap, she quickly watched you while you took her cheeks with a slight blush on your face "My lady excuse me, I shouldn't have sat down from the beginning… You know I'm yours," you said in a soft, affectionate tone as you watched the larger woman, who sighed as she tossed Buggy's head into her lap, causing her to sob and grab her head with trembling hands.Crocodile looked at him with annoyance and another snap came out of his mouth, you moved your hands, making his eyes rest on you, watching your body on your lap, he sighed and let out a great cloud of smoke, his good hand took the cigar and his hook landed on your waist, sticking both breasts together while directing his lips well painted of that red that you loved so much to yours, giving you a big kiss while caressing your hips with the tip of his hook, making you let out a little gasp through the kiss as he felt the cold tip of it against your skin, gently scratching it.After a few seconds you separated due to lack of oxygen, looking for a few seconds, seeing that desire and anger in your mistress's eyes. She cleared his throat gently and settled you on his lap while clearing his throat softly, looking at the two women in the room seriously, "Good… Let's move on then."

You watched the two women for a second, you saw how Buggy had placed his head on his body again, he is wiping away the small panicked tears that had escaped his eyes at Crocodile's brutality while a great blush had adorned his cheeks, meanwhile Mihawk ran over your body sitting on your mistress's lap with a twinkle in his eye that you could not recognize, You let out a slight sigh as you timidly hid your face in your mistress's collarbone.

This alliance would be veeeeery long for you…

[dranna]

Doubt

AO3 / Commissions / Links /

Ryan Gosling!Ken x Gender neural reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, emotional hurt/comfort, feeling excluded, sobbing, not beta read

Summary: you always loved Ken, his silly, all so excited personality, wondering over every tiny thing. But recently you noticed something strange. He started to get nervous, fidgety and sad (?) around you.

a/n: lineart is mine🧡 / It was inspired by this quote from Sense and Sensibility-- “Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace. “

tags my beloveds: @ken-dom (let me know if you would like to be tagged:) )

It’s impossible to describe,

How much you adored this Sunshine, 

He is the sneaky little Smile,

That bless your face,

During the cold and boring weekdays. 

He is loud, jumpy and silly,

Excitement and wonder are part of his personality,

There is not a single day, 

That goes without him discovering everyday things,

However he does it with such delight, 

It bewitches your heart every time.

Yet recently,

You noticed something unnerving,

His whole demeanor changed,

Self-forgetting disappeared, 

And anxious guarded took it’s place,

He become reserved and fidgety,

Not in the way you loved him to be,

His beautiful eyes became glossy,

And sadness was clouding their vision.

You didn’t understand, 

What caused this distress,

So one day in Baribeland,

After a 3 days long suspense,

You decided to put an end,

To this gloominess,

“Ken, what’s been going on?” 

“B-been going on?— n-noting! Haha..”

“Ken.. “

— you sighed,

While looking at him,

Questions in your eyes.

It was a dreamy day in Barbieland,

Just like every other beforehand,

The sun was throwing his warmth,

The mermaids were singing to its charm,

The beach was hot and comfy, 

Kens and Barbies were playing gleely,

Alan was standing alone and cheering,

Even Weird Barbie was joining,

There was nothing out of the ordinary,

So what caused his misery? 

You two were sitting under a palm tree,

Away from the loud team. 

You glanced at him again,

He looked nervous and uncertain,

He was staring at the other Kens,

With eyes filled with fear and tears.

Yes, you had no idea what's happened,

But how would you? 

He hid this knowledge deep,

Sealed with secrecy, 

Sooner or later you will see it too,

And you will realise, 

How pathetic I am compared to the others,

He thought, 

Rocking back and forth. 

It was an other perfect morning, 

As he was ‘beaching’ on the beach, 

Looking perfect and sun-kissed, 

While he was drawing something for you,

Lost in concentration,

To make it perfect for you.

He was a cowboy today, 

Wearing his black jacket and pink scarf,

Decorated with the most magnificent hat,

And a rope lasso at the belt.

“I have no idea what They see in Him! 

He is such a loser at everything” 

— Ken heard the voice of his ‘archenemy’,

The Other Ken, 

While he was sunbathing. 

He was surrounded with other Kens,

Listening to him intensely,

“What do you mean?”

“Haven’t you noticed?! 

It doesn’t matter what he tries, 

He fails miserably every time.

Also, 

Y/N is so beautiful and confident,

Lovely and intelligent,

I have no idea what they see,

In such a loser as him. 

He is always jumping around,

Being the loudest—“

“It’s not nice to talk about someone,

 Behind their backs like that!”

“Yes, you shouldn’t say such meannes!”

— Joined the others,

So this conversation lines ceased,

But Ken froze in place,

Only heard the Other Ken’s words.

He gazed down the drawing,

He was working on,

So endlessly and proudly before,

But the warmth escaped from his heart,

Leaving icy marks.

“ … Ken ? Ken??”

— Your worried voice pulled him back,

Into the sunny present,

You two were still sitting under the shade,

Covered by anxious silence.

“Ken, please talk to me.”

He looked at you with huge tear filled eyes, 

Streams flowing down both sides,

“I-I’m n-nothing-g.” 

— His voice was so quiet and broken,

If you didn’t see him in front of you on the sand,

You wouldn’t believe it was him.

“What is it about? 

What do you mean?!”

“I-I’m a loser aren’t I?!

I’m a failure in every task,

I’m always the one in the back,

Who the others laughing at, 

Doesn’t matter what I try,

I’m just never enough—..

S-so I understand,

If you decide,

I-if yo-u w-want to leave me b-beh-inde.”

“How can you say that,

It’s not true!

I don’t understand where it is coming from?”

“Yes it is!”

—At this point he was sobbing hard,

An ocean forming in his eyes,

Hugging his knees to tight, 

His hands went white,

You couldn’t bare to see him like that, 

So you gently touched,

His shaking shoulders,

“Who told you these things love? 

“H-hear-d it from t-the O-other Ken.”

— At the word ‘love’,

His head shot up,

Silent pleading in those blue eyes.

“You.. you still want..us to be,

Boyfriend and girlfriend..?”

“Of course I do!”

“B-but..”

“I love you silly!” 

— With these words,

You pulled him close,

Holding his shaking form.

“Whatever you heard it's not true, 

I adore you,

I love your enthusiasm, your awe,

Your never ending shiny self,

Your astonishment of tiny things,

And the babbling facts coming from within,

I love you the way you are,

Please never change,

And question my heart."

– Taking off his hat you held his face,

Hinting it with kisses,

Which bloomed in teras,

“And what if you fail?

Do you know what's more important?”

“What?”

–Suffocating pain was replaced,

With soft tenderness,

In his voice.

He looked at you,

Like you hanged the Moon on that perfect sky,

Admiring you beauty in the dark,

“You stand up,

Holding your head high,

Smiling to the sky,

It doesn't break your spirit,

In fact,

You try again!

– You placed a kiss on his forehead,

“And again”

– Now a smooch on his pretty nose,

“And again.”

– And kisses on his cheeks,

Which were now burning red.

You two sat there,

In your quiet spot,

Holding each other close.

The sun started to set,

Yet you stayed, 

Whispering sweet truths in his ear,

His sobs started to stop then disappear,

Leaving behind dried up rivers,

Which you pet better.

Doting started to bloom,

In his plastic heart,

With a newfound passion and warmth.  

He shuffled closer, 

If that's possible,

Gently hugging you more,

“I was making something for you,

When I heard them speak..”

– You heard them whisper quietly,

You looked down to see worry rising, 

So with a gentle tap,

You encouraged him to continue.

After a little shuffling and careful moves,

He took out a paper from his clothes,

Then gently placed it in your palm,

Nervously waiting for your reply.

You glanced down to see,

A drawing of a happy horsie,

It looked like a child drawing, 

But you can't help but smile, 

At the thought of him drawing this.

“I like it so much!

I–”

“Really?!”

–Instead of a reply, 

You just pulled him close,

Praising every tiny detail of it.

The glow worms' light were in sync,

With the music of yours heartstrings,

From Ken’s mind, 

Disappeared everything blue,

His chest was filled with comfort and heat,

With the lovely words,

From your pretty lips,

The night dragged on, 

But your pair didn't mind,

Your soul were set in a feeling so sublime.

.

Probably his drawing would look something like that:

[thelavendercatalogue]

Been thinking about Jigmalta again. . . . been thinking about what Jigen does AFTER gravestone

The idea of Jigen not being completely satisfied with a “job well done” after taking out Yael and the East Doroa government.

Once he finds out/realized her manager was in on it it was one last loose end to tie up

The idea of Jigen tracking down Malta’s manager when he learns he too had a hand in her death which is why he had kicked him out of the concert

Jigen was never one for revenge, it drives men mad. But of course Jigen is already mad about all this. He took care of Yael, and the real cause and culprit of Malta's death, being her own country, was finally brought to the public

but that doesn't mean he's done yet.

Not quiet yet anyways

probably corners the guy in his swaggy hotel

Many people in Malta’s circle of acquaintances were also accused of potentially selling her out to the government with many remaining under scrutiny even long after the fact,

maybe it doesn't surprise him when the manager squeals so easily like the spineless fool he was

maybe he pisses Jigen off stating the bitch got what was coming to her anyways. thinking she could possibly promote peace between two countries that have been fighting for so long already.

Or About how she was willing to throw away her career for such a miserable cause about how he made her the star she was and without him she'd still be singing in slums in that wartorn hellhole she came from

Maybe the last comment pisses Jigen off so badly that he actually contemplates killing the bastard then and there

but he cant yet. he cant do that just yet

instead he forces the man to write down everything, absolutely everything he had to do with her death

when he's finally finished. . .well

no one knows what happened afterward.

Her manager is later found dead in what appeared to be an apparent suicide. In a letter left behind, he implicates his hand in Malta’s death and was believed by official's to have killed himself either in guilt or as a way to not risk jail time.

But we all know what happened, we all know the only man trained so excellent that he could easily have made it look like a suicide

in the end does it matter

it's over now Maybe before he leaves, Jigen notices the radio is on

Their still playing Malta's songs on the radio as a memorial to her and for a moment a flash of anger rolls over him at the mere thought that even after having her killed the bastard still had the gall to listen to her songs as if he didn't help in her assassination.

But then once he listens. . .everything is suddenly calm and serene and for a moment Jigen is happy once again.

Maybe he takes a moment to listen, to reminisce. Maybe when it's time for him to go he raises his hand to turn the radio off before he leaves. Maybe he stops himself before he can. Maybe instead before he leaves he looks at the radio one last time with that old familiar soft sad look in his eye's as he adjusts his hat on his head.

"It's over now songbird, so you just keep on singing. . .there's no one left to stop you"

[allthemusic]

Week ending: 22nd November

Carole King and Gerry Goffin are having a heck of a year, aren't they? Even just a year ago, they were barely a blip on the radar, but this year, it's hit after hit. And when you get songs like this, you can see why - this is pure pop, fine-tuned and well-made for maximum appeal, with teen idol Bobby as its fresh, youthful face.

Take Good Care of My Baby - Bobby Vee (peaked at Number 3)

We open with a single piano hit, and then Bobby's voice, singing over a sparse arrangement of chords, ringing out in an alomst solemn, hymn-like style as Bobby unfolds his woes. My tears are falling, he sings, 'cause you've taken her away / And though it really hurts me so / There's something that I gotta say. And then the music picks up, the drums and the guitars jumping in to inject life back into the song. It's the same trick that Walkin' Back to Happiness pulled off, and it's one I feel like I've seen quite a lot recently, more generally. Which I'm not complaining about, because it really does work, letting you set a suitably sentimental tone, without sacrificing the pace and energy of the song. Plus, it's like a fun little surprise, the first time you listen!

Unfortunately, Bobby is still quite miserable once the song gets going. You see, he's lost his girl, and is now singing to the boy who stole her away, entreating him to take good care of my baby / Please don't ever make her blue. This feels, in some ways, like the opposite number to Hats Off to Larry. There, Del was congratulating the man who took his girl, thanking him for breaking her heart. Here, Bobby shows a more caring side, hoping that his girl's next romance treats her well. And the reason for this becomes clear as the song continues, with lines about how if I'd been true / I know she'd never be with you. Yes, while Del's girl cheated on him and broke his heart, here, it's Bobby who's being breaking the hearts. He cheated, and having your girl stolen away's just the consequence of that. Hence Bobby's defeated, wan plea, begging his successor to do a better job.

There's something delightfully pathetic about this - and it only gets worse with the final, desperate lines, letting the addressee know that if you should discover / That you don't really love her / Just send my baby back home to me. Which does, admittedly, make the poor anonymous girl sound like something you bought online that arrived in the wrong size and needs sending back. But it's also just really sad, as a line - Bobby accepting that he's lost her, fair and square, but unable to resist trying his chances, one last time. It's not the most flattering look for Bobby, but there's something that's honestly kind of appealing about a guy just being abjectly, performatively defeated like this. I dunno, I don't think you can call a real-life person a "poor little meow meow", but it's definitely vibe-adjacent, whatever Bobby's got going on here.

Musically, it's also solidly well made, which I've kind of just come to expect from these Brill Building pop numbers. They're very polished, with lots of strings and backing singers, along side the now-standard drums, guitar and piano, and often a very "full" sound, with quite a lot going on at any given time. Add in a voice that's well-suited to the song - Bobby's got a good line in "mournful but still sweet" - a and you've got a recipe for a hit. I'm not in any way surprised that this did as well as it did.

This isn't a "wow, this blew my socks off" kind of hit, but I really did appreciate the quality of this one. Plus, it made me want to give Bobby a hug, which is probably a win. He still sounds like a knock-off Buddy Holly, but it was less prominent here than it has been, on other tracks, too, which is nice.

Favourite song of the appealingly sad bunch: Take Good Care of My Baby

[linkemon]

Summertime Odyssey Event headcanons 1

Friendly reminder that English is not my first language. You can check my Masterlists both in English and Polish here.

AN: it's very hard to keep up with haiku syllables in English but I'm trying my best to modify my orginal poetry.

You didn't quite know what adventure awaited you when you agreed to go with Lumine and four new friends to a mysterious island...

Kaedehara Kazuha

✧ As an old Angel's Share regular, you met Kazuha a day earlier than the rest of the group. He can't handle alcohol well. Unfortunately for him, he met you and Venti. While the two of you were barely drunk, he was already falling asleep on his stool. You decided to help him. You didn't know where to take him, so you stayed with him. His surprise in the morning was huge...

✧ He purposely didn't suggest you explore the island with him and Lumine right after you arrived. He felt trouble in the wind. He wanted to spare you pain so that you could have a nice rest. And yet, you pushed yourself in, curious as to where they were going. He just smiled, not wanting to refuse you. He promised nothing would happen to you.

✧ He taught you to play the leaf. You've never heard of it before. You were impressed that even that was able to make an instrument. You can't wait to show this trick to Venti.

✧ You have no vision, so he kept you very close. He saved your life when one of the Hilichurls, lurking on the small islands, unexpectedly released an arrow in your direction. You fell on the boat in a rather awkward position. He seemed calm as you lay over him. You, on the other hand, turned red in the face and Paimon laughed about it the rest of the way. If only you knew what was going on in Kazuha's head:

Dancing sea and the waves' sound

Strong wind in the sails

The heart fluttering fastly

Mona

✧ You didn't want to believe her when she said she could tell the future. At the beginning of the journey, you did not manage to get along with each other at all. When you finally said you'd believe when you saw the miracles work, it turned out that your future couldn't be seen. You burst out laughing.

✧ She gave you a kiss on the cheek when you helped her deal with Fischl. Sometimes she really couldn't stand her and would look for you just so the girl would leave her alone. After a while, she realized that she actually wanted to be with you, not just because of the annoying princess.

✧ She patiently explained to you the types of constellations in her mirage. Without her, you would surely get lost in this great place. You completely forgot most of the layouts but she doesn't need to know that...

✧ You took her hat to see how you look in it. As you looked at yourself in it, in the water, she splashed it in your face. You hit her back. A water battle has broken out in which you have failed miserably. You were both soaked to the bone.

Xinyan

✧ Your favorite activity in the islands was cooking. You were a very good team preparing the delicacies. During one of the group's meals, you deliberately over-salted it to see if your companions would react. Only Lumine and Kazuha were silent. The rest almost murdered you. Especially Paimon.

✧ You have been basking in the sun for a very long time. Xinyan has quite a dark complexion but she gladly accepted the sunscreen you had in your bag. They cannot be purchased at Liyue, much to her sadness. You, on the other hand, coming from Sumer, would not have made it without him in the desert.

✧ You were very impressed with how she was able to respond to her family's annoyances without hurting them. You've never been braver than her to follow your dreams alone as an artist in a land of scholars. She was the first person to understand how you felt and you were grateful for that.

✧ You promised to take her on a trip to your country when you return from the islands. She can't wait to spend more time with you. She will definitely take her guitar with her to sing to you along the way.

Fischl

✧ If there was a person you had a hard time getting along with at first, it was Fischl. However, once your bard abilities came into play, things became simpler. Fischl expected flowery words and you delivered them. She hailed you as the Smartest, Able to break through mundane life and a Brightly enlightened singer with skillful fingers. You helped the group throughout the trip, otherwise they would have had a hard time with her.

✧ Oz blurted out that his mistress has a special crush on you. Of course, she denied it and confirmed it at the same time. All in the most roundabout way possible.

✧ You cheered her on to face her dark side. You were relieved when her mirage case was finally resolved because you were genuinely worried about her. When you complimented her new outfit, she forgot for a moment and thanked you in simple words.

✧ Afterwards, you tried to ask her about her parents and real name but she's not going to talk about it again. You respected it. She asked you to play her a love ballad by the fire, which you gladly did.

[vanessakharbudon]

When Tongues Wag…

Steady your heart. Hold your horses.

People will talk no matter what you do.

Even if you think you’ll be the quiet type who hides in the corner like a mouse wearing the most nondescript outfits, know that tongues will still wag about you.

Most humans get some kind of thrill bitching, gossiping and blabbing about other people. (Unresolved issues me thinks).

There is nothing you can do about it.

It would be a sad miserable weak pathetic existence if you base what you’ll wear, where you’ll go, what you’ll eat, whom to be seen with, what opinions to have, how to react in situations because you dread what people might think or say about you.

How loud you laugh or how many springs you have in your steps or how you worship or how you express yourself should be authentically you without being apologetic as to who might get triggered. You will be miserable if you are constantly worrying about being the subject of gossip. It is going to be alright and the world will go on business as usual if you find your name sneaked into people’s conversations. Their lives must be so mundane and drab if they spend a chunk of their time gossiping and thinking about you!

I think a devil may care attitude is just what you should order.

Leave them be.

Why let it get to you?

Why should what some fat or thin aunty or beer belly balding uncle with the ugly clothes trigger you and rain down on your parade?

People have free speech. They can say whatever the hell they want.

Colleagues who pretend to be your friends but run their motor mouth about you at the drop of a hat…

Neighbours who just live to know who all are coming and going into your house…

Their sons and husbands who secretly check you out every chance they get and then kickstart the rumour mills…

Their daughters and sisters who in their Watsapp groups have your screenshot posts and wag their tongues about your shenanigans…

Don’t get too cozy with who you’d think are supposed to be understanding and handholding in your religious, kith and kin, society, support groups either - Gossip Girl vibes galore🙊

The question is why get all hot and bothered about it?

Its just their incomplete, biased judgements and words about you anyway.

Do you believe what they say?

Do yourself a favour and don’t give their words any weightage.

Reject what they say about you - you should be rejecting a whole truckloaod of 💩 you believe about yourself that’s not founded on truth but on lies, propaganda, superstition, prejudices, selfish agendas - including what the crappy education system inked about you on its report card.

Flick your hair and continue being fabulous.

Flap your wings and fly as the eagle does (you should look this one up).

Bless them and help them if they require it.

💖Only what the heavenly Father says about you is the truth and should matter most to you anyway.

💖Only He who laid down His life for you should have that much say and influence over your life - not people who have a ton of 💩 in their own toilet🚽

P.S. Just don’t invite them to your wedding and baby showers, also keep them at a professional distance. Its called boundaries.

[bllsbailey]

Former Obama Advisor Susan Rice Shows Where Her Loyalties Lie—Claims Zelensky Meltdown Was a 'Setup'

You knew it wouldn’t take long before leftists, Neocons and Trump haters would all weigh in on the epic SmackDown at The Oval™ that took place Friday afternoon, where the president and his number two VP JD Vance weren’t buying the insolence that Ukrainian President Volodymyr Zelensky

was throwing down.

As we reported, failed political hacks—both “former,” because nobody would consider voting for them any longer—Reps. Liz Cheney (R-WY) and Adam Kinzinger (R-IL) quickly weighed in with their unhinged takes.

Now former National Security Adviser, Ambassador to the U.N. and Barack Obama acolyte Susan Rice is jumping on board, and she’s got her knickers in a twist. She appeared on MSNBC (where else?) Friday to cast her disapproval.

It was all a setup, she alleged:

It's a very sad day and an embarrassment for the United States on the world stage. But let's step back and analyze what's happened here. I think there's no question that this was a setup. You heard Donald Trump say at the end of that clip you played, this is great television. This was a setup. Vladimir [sic], I mean, excuse me, Vladimir Zelensky was compelled to agree to a horrible deal that would have sent Ukraine's minerals to the United States without any concrete security guarantees. And yet, because he was trying to improve a relationship with Donald Trump, he came to Washington, he came to the Oval Office and sat down for a meeting, hat in hand. And soon after he got there, the vice president of the United States lit into him and started a confrontation.

Whose side is she on, exactly?

This is wrong on so many levels. Number one, as we have reported, Trump was confident and hopeful that a deal was forthcoming and greeted Zelensky with open arms. There was no indication that he was looking for the (figurative) brawl that eventually unfolded. Two, it was Zelensky who brought the discord, first questioning the United States' support, then trying to embarrass the VP. Not a smart move.

Think before you speak, Volodymyr:

1) Zelensky essentially rejects how VP described the mandate of POTUS to conduct foreign affairs, and he insinuates that Trump term one did nothing to stop Putin. 

If you’ll remember, it was in 2014 under Obama’s watch that Putin moved into the Crimea with little blowback, then it was in 2022 that he launched a full-scale invasion of Ukraine—under the watch of Joe Biden. I’m not so sure I’m looking for Susan Rice’s opinion at this time.

Rice once again misses the plot:

And I think, as he said at the end, because he can't help himself, this was a setup for the cameras. It was a play to his base. But above all, it was a play to Vladimir Putin, to show fealty to Vladimir Putin and to try to humiliate Zelensky.

Putin is a danger, that much is true. But the attempts to label Trump as a puppet to the Russian leader have all failed miserably. Yes, we have to negotiate with people we don’t like occasionally. As I wrote in an earlier piece Friday:

This Russia-Ukraine war is an ugly and tragic thing and needs to be ended yesterday, and Putin is no friend of the USA, but Trump is right that it’s not going to happen if one of the key players is uninterested in negotiating a peace.

Wherever this thing goes, I think it’s safe to say that the advice of Susan Rice is not needed or wanted.