#and very soon after a small and angry Ace

[buff-muffin]

You guys ever think about how Sabo still held onto the like symbol of his family? The one he showed to the Ramen place so he and his brothers could get in a private room. And the same symbol that’s proudly postered on his belt buckle? I don’t mean to bully him but it seems kinda stupid to me that he was trying to avoid his family but wore their symbol for proudly…unless.

Do you think. That is was because he wanted to be found?

I’m not saying he wanted to be torn away from his brothers and ripped from the place he really considered home. But you gotta remember, Sabo and Ace had been building that treasure for five years. SINCE THEY WERE FIVE. Sabo was five years old when he ran away from home because he didn’t feel loved. That he didn’t feel seen.

Do you think he had hoped that they would form a search party and look for him back then? That they would see the symbol on his belt and scoop him up and tell him they were so worried and they missed him so much. That they actually did love him. Do you think it hurt at first when they didn’t. When he was just… alone. Having to learn by himself how to survive in the grey terminal by himself at the ripe age of FIVE YEARS OLD

Imagine how much more it would have hurt to see Stelly five years later. To know an act that he had originally hoped would finally get him the love he dreamed of. Got him replaced…

Because I think about that.

[sosa2imagines]

Misunderstanding.

Warnings- None, mention of scar, angst, Steve being angry. -----------------------------------------------------

Your last mission took a toll on you. Getting stabbed nastily just below your tummy. Leading you to an urgent surgery and blood transfusion, cause of sever blood loss. Leaving you in the hospital for one month ten days.

Guess being a highly trained assassin, with good fighting skills does not guarantee 100% safe results. Only Tony, Nat and Bruce knew about your whereabouts. As for the rest? They just knew you had been seriously injured. Steve wanted to know about your whereabouts but for his own safety, no one told him anything, driving him crazy.

“So, all set to finally leave this place?” Rose one of the sweet nurse asks, her sweet nature made you, be friends with her. “Yes, finally out of your hair.” you chuckle. “I'll miss you Y/n” she hugs getting emotional and you hug her back with a smile. “I'll miss you too, now remember I'm just a phone call away.”

“I know!” she rolls her eyes playfully “So who's gonna pick you up?” “Hopefully Nat” as soon as those words left your mouth, AC/DC Highway to hell ringtone was blasting in the hallways. “On a second thought” “Tony” Rose answered and you gave her an apologetic smile.

“I heard my name” Tony's sarcastic voice roars in the room. “Tony you should keep your phone on silence” you explain to him. “Now when have I ever listened to anyone?” he smirks. “Umm Caps?” “Of course! you will take his name ‘boyfriend ass kisser’” “As if you won't ‘Pepper's loyal child’”

This is what you miss the most. Calling each other, with weird made up names. Tony smirks, hugging you in a tight brotherly embrace.

“I missed you kid, don't you dare do that again” “I missed you too Tons”.

Tony and you became best friends instantly, shortly after you both were introduced by Fury, after the battle of New York. You both have same kind of sense of humor, your being a bit sophisticated. You are one of the few females, Pepper trusts Tony with. And it was Tony, who made you join the Avengers.

As you both said bye to Rose and rest of the staff members, you were now on your way to Stark Towers in Tony's high-tech SUV.

“So, how's everyone?” “You mean all or Steve specifically?”

Hearing his name, a smile forms on your face. Steve Rogers aka Captain America your co-worker, best friend, lover, boyfriend. Unlike Tony and rest of the gang, Steve was professional in the very beginning, calling you mam.

It took you months for him to call you with your first name. Soon you became friends, bonding over music and art. Slowly Steve started to like you more than a friend, but at that time you were in a relationship with someone else.

But after the nasty breakup, Steve took proper care of you and you began to fall for him. It was only a matter of time; you both shared your feelings for each other. Making you both the prettiest couple.

“Umm all of them and yes Steve specifically...” “All are good and excited for you. Nat and Wanda have gone crazy, Steve and Metal man are out on a mission with our mutant friends, they'll be back later today.”

“You are the one in an Iron suit, yet still you call Bucky metal man?” “I can call him many names” Tony smirks. "Tony” you warn him. “Yeah yeah alright” he sighed.

“Wait you said Nat and Wanda have gone crazy?” “Yeah about that” “What did you do Tony?” “Why do you think I did something?” 

You just give him a death glare, he looks outside the window before finally caving in.

“Alright stop glaring it's scary, don't freak out I have planned a small party for you.” Tony is now smiling being hopeful, giving you the best puppy dog face. “Thank god you are cute Tons”  Tony acts shocked putting a hand on his heart “I'm hot, but I'll take cute” he winks at you, making you laugh.

As soon as you both enter the tower, inside the lounge everyone jumps to scream surprise. Hugging you gently, being extra cautious of your injury.

“Guys I missed you all too, but I'm not fragile, I can still kick asses. Nat you know me” “Guys she's right, come here sexy” Nat engulfs you in a big tight hug. It is special, you both are like sisters inseparable.

“Nat I missed you so much!!!” “How’s the wound?” “All healed left with a scar, just like you bye bye bikinis” “Oh to hell with them we'll own the bikini look with our scars”

You both laughed as Wanda, squeezed between you two, making it a cute group hug between the three.

“Y/N” Thor calls you loudly, pulling you away from everyone, hugging you in a bone breaking hold. “I love you too Thor!!” your voice was muffled being buried in his hold. As he lets go, your eyes begin to search for Steve. 

“Looking for someone?” Nat asks “I know whom she is looking for” Clint smiles. “Sir Captain Rogers and Barnes have arrived” FRIDAY'S voice was like a music to your ears. Everyone gather in front of you, to hide you from Steve. Thor was holding your hand to keep you steady. You just wanted to break loose and run into Steve's arms.

“Guys I want to see him”, “NO” all said in unison. “But why?” “Surprise” Nat said.

When Bucky and Steve entered the lounge, everyone shouted together “SURPRISE”. Steve and Bucky gave each other confuse look.

Everyone parted ways and Thor let’s goes of your hand. Steve was shocked to see you. He removed his mask still not able to believe, that you are standing in front of him. Bucky quickly hugs you, asking about your health “I'm fine Buck, we can spar together soon...”

Even though you were answering Bucky, you kept looking at Steve. Something felt odd. As you finally went to hug Steve, something felt off. Steve did hug you back, but didn't say anything. He just looked at you, touching your cheek, before leaving for your shared bedroom. Everyone tried to call him back, but you knew he won't listen to anyone.

“What's wrong with him?” Tony asked, “I'll go see him, he must be tired.” you replied.

On your way to your shared bedroom, Bucky pulled you in the corner. “Y/n, doll he’s been going crazy. No one told him about your whereabouts and he was scared about losing you...” You know Steve was scared, not knowing about you and hearing about it from Bucky pained your heart even more. You wanted to run to Steve and shower all the love you have for him. 

“I know Buck, I hate not telling him. But it was for his own safety!” “His safety?” “Yes, the hydra agents wanted to kidnap him. We got a lead, that they wanted to take him away from us and I could not risk that. We didn't know if someone was watching us.” “God he's an idiot, go get that punk and if he acts stubborn let me know I'll kick his ass” “Language!” you both laughed.

As you enter the room, you saw Steve had taken a quick shower and was shirtless just in his sweats lying on the bed.

“Steve?” “Umm” “Please talk to me” “How are you?” “I'm good...I'm...” “Ok” He cut's you mid-sentence. “Steve I know you are angry, but please let’s talk...let me...” “Talk? About what? The fact I have been kept in the dark about my girlfriend's location? Steve yells, making you flinch slightly.

 “Steve please let me explain it was for your own safety. We got...” “My safety?” He shouts, not letting you finish what you want to say.

Steve grabs your shoulders and yells, “I can take care of myself Y/n. I'm fucking Captain America! God dammit do you have any idea what I have been through?” 

Your eyes well up, as you try your best not to cry but his hold was tight. Even though you could see his pain, his anger was hurting you.

“Steve please...let me explain” “Y/n I'm tired, we'll talk later, you need to rest too!”

You just nod, not able to form any words. You decided to shower first, as you took your top off, Steve saw your scar, he kept looking at it. In his mind, he was screaming at himself for shouting at you, but little did you know that. Instead you thought he is disgusted by it. You took fresh clothes and ran inside the bathroom, turning on the hot water, crying your heart out with silent sobs.

Steve could hear you crying, because of his enhanced hearing. But his stupid anger was coming between the both of you. After an hour you came out. Steve saw you, even though he wanted to apologize, his anger made him say something else.

“I'm heading down for a bit” “Where...are you going?” “Just heading out, unlike you, I won't go anywhere without telling you!”

That jab, was like a knife going deep in your heart. You choked your tears...trying your best not to cry. Somewhere you felt you deserved that. You just nod, not looking at him.

“Ok, don't be late for the party...” “Party?” “Yes Tony…he umm has thrown a party for my return…” You didn’t look at him, eyes fixed on the floor. You knew, if you look at him, you won’t be able to control your emotions.

“Okay I'll be back soon; you should rest in the meantime.”

Steve didn’t even looked at you, leaving you alone with dreadful thoughts, as he went out to cool down his own anger.

Part 2

(I wrote this, because I was bored and this was stuck in my head. Comments and feedbacks are appreciated.)

[deathmetalunicorn1]

What if Eri!reader turned into a baby for 24 hours x Strawhats.

A devil fruit user hit Eri!reader while their was a fight, and she became no more than infant.

-You were being careful, peeking out from behind the barrel on Sunny, looking at your family fighting this no-name crew who tried to do a sneak attack. The only thing this crew had over your own was numbers, being three times the size, but your crew was strong.

-You saw the captain, who had a Devil Fruit ability to revert ages down, sneaking up behind Luffy and you gasped, rushing from your hiding spot as Luffy turned, sensing the captain.

-You leapt in front of the beam, to the horror of your family, “Don’t hurt my big brother!!” and you were hit, sent tumbling backwards as everyone shouted out your name.

-The captain was very quick to learn that attacking the Straw Hats was a very…very bad decision, as your crew all attacked him at the same time.

-Robin had been the one to rush to you, only to find your clothes much bigger on you now and you looked so tiny as you looked up, cooing quietly up at her.

-Ace and Luffy rushed to your side and soon they all saw the same thing as Robin picked you up, you were a toddler now, being reverted to the age of two.

-You were sucking on your thumb, looking around at these people who were all familiar to you, gurgling quietly as your big eyes was looking at all of them.

-Nami had overheard some of the other crew talking, after their captain accidentally hit them, that it was only temporary and would wear off in about a day.

-Despite being upset that you took the hit for Luffy, your family adored that you were so widdle! You were so adorable and small that they couldn’t help but melt!!

-Sanji was careful on feeding you, as you only had a couple of teeth, giving you soft foods so you wouldn’t choke, treating like you were made of glass.

-Robin and Nami were having a field day, taking photos, playing dress up for you, melting when you would giggle, and laugh at the funny sounds they were making.

-Brook was so patient, letting you chew on his fingers, as you weren’t hurting him, and when he sang to you, you just stared up at him, completely in awe, which he did find adorable.

-Usopp and Franky were super gentle with you, sitting on the deck, playing with you, blowing bubbles, making you squeal with delight as you hugged Chopper, thinking he was a plush toy. He would get angry if anyone mentioned it, but he couldn’t be mad at you, so he just enjoyed the cuddles.

-Jinbei became your bed, refusing to move when you fell asleep on his belly, laying there with you for the two hours you were asleep. He felt so touched that you felt so safe to sleep on top of him, it made his heart melt.

-Zoro was a natural with kids, something Sanji and Luffy did tease him for, as he held you expertly when you started fussing, instantly getting you to calm down. Nami took great pleasure taking blackmail photos, cooing how adorable the two of you looked.

-Ace was super gentle as well, holding your hands, helping you walk as you babbled, ‘talking’ to him as he carried on a full-blown conversation with you.

-At the end of the day, you were sleeping in Luffy’s arms, as he blamed himself for you getting hit, despite you not being hurt. He was oddly quiet, looking down at you as you slept, a feeling of calm washing over him as he held you, swearing to protect you.

-When you returned to normal you were in awe, seeing the pictures, “I was so little! Was I really that small?” laughter filled the ship, finding it amusing as they wanted to cherish those memories as well as all the ones they would make with you in your future.

[multific]

Pregnancy with Captain John Price Headcanons

John Price x Reader

His reaction would be the same whether it was planned or not

He would be absolutely shocked but happy

There would be a smile on his face all the time

He would scare the others with it though

They wouldn't understand why their Captain is smiling all the time

So, it worried them at first

But then you two would share the news and they would be delighted

John would 1000% be a protective husband

Overprotective at times

Somehow, even with the ultrasound photos and many doctor appointments, it only became real for him when he started to see your stomach showing

The moment came during a morning as you were looking at yourself in the mirror, looking from the side and affectionately rubbing your hand along your skin

You looked like a Goddess

And at that moment, he fell in love with you even harder

You would find him reading books about babies

He would try and hide them but of course you are a smart woman

It got to a point where you would leave out books for him to read

Neither of you mentioned anything about it

John would go on less missions as your due date would near

He wanted to be home, and help you

He would single-handedly prepare the nursery

Correction, he would try to make the nursery all by himself, would fail and as the guys to help

Everyone would come, even Simon to help the Captain

You two are having a little girl

And you can just imagine John and the others in little tiaras around a small table pretending to drink tea

Because that is what kind of men they are, supportive and a true team

The little girl would have everyone, including you, wrapped around her tiny little fingers, even if she still lived inside you

John would be so affectionate

He would get you anything you want

Food at weird times of the day? Sure

Weird food that makes him gag? Of course

Foot massage while you eat said weird food? Without a doubt

John would talk to his unborn baby every day

"Hi, Sweetheart, this is your dad here, I cannot wait to meet you."

"Sweetpea, I have a very important mission to go on, but I promise I'll be back as soon as possible."

"Sweetie, I'm home, you didn't cause trouble to your mommy now, did you?"

John is the best husband

He not only loves you dearly but he would put up with anything you say or do

Never getting angry or annoyed at you

He knows the amount of stress carrying a child puts on a woman

And he also has been in many interrogations and training so he would know what to do in tense situations 

"John? Did you eat the last bucket of ice cream?" "Yes, I was about to head out and buy some more, what else do you need?" car keys already in his hands

"John? Why is it soo hot in this house?" "I already turned the AC on for you, Love."

"John! I am so fat! Look at me!" "No, Sweetheart, you are the most beautiful woman I have even seen. Here, I'm making Nutella cupcakes for you."

Anything you throw at him, he would have at least five answers ready

Cuddling with you and the baby is essential

Feeling the baby move or kick is his favourite

He would ask his little girl to do it again and again

During birth, John makes sure you are comfortable and he stays with you through every second

He would have the best doctors ready and the biggest room, where it is only the two of you, so you can be as comfortable as you want to be

He would hold your hand and never let go

Telling you how amazing you are

"You are a Goddess, My Love." "You are doing so well." "It is time for us to meet our little girl."

Overall, John is too perfect

After the birth, he would, of course, let you hold her, knowing, soon he will be able to do the same

"She is perfect, My Love." he would say as he watches you

When he hold her for the first time, he cries

Something you two will never ever mention

Then, as the others would come with their gifts, looking at the smallest little girl, they all felt like proud uncles

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[lunar-years]

🎵Can I ask you a question?🎵😉

Do you think that Jamie Tartt was actually angry at his father or that said anger was a motivation to him? I mean, he did say that he would say “fuck you” to his father, but it seems to me that Jamie’s tendency when he’s scared or feeling vulnerable is to cover it up with snappiness and apparent anger. (Maybe I’ve just read too much fic in which this is the case idk🤷🏻‍♀️😄.) Also, back in “Two Aces,” Jamie said that “[his mother] is the reason [he] works so hard”—not that he’s doing it because he hates his dad. And in the same episode in which he says he’d tell his dad “fuck you,” he says to Georgie that he doesn’t give a shit about James anymore. I just feel like Jamie is more scared of his dad than angry, but I would truly like to hear your opinion. Thank you!

hmmm...I guess I think it's complicated? Like yeah Jamie definitely has real anger towards his dad. When he says he'd want to say 'fuck you' to his dad I believe he was being 100% genuine. I wholeheartedly think Jamie would very much like to say 'fuck you' to that man. Yet if James Sr. suddenly appeared on the pitch at that moment, I'm not Jamie would have said it to him. Wanting to say it and being able to say it are two different things. In general, I read Jamie's anger as sort of an aftermath and response to his fear/vulnerability, if that makes sense? His tendency is to freeze/shrink in on himself/make himself small/not fight back when he's actually facing his father. And Jamie knows his father and knows the signs to look for to try and read his dad's moods, and he's gotten pretty damn good at assessing his dad as soon as he enters any room to determine whether he's walking into an interaction that's going to harm him. He watches for signs that his dad's already upset, whether he's at that particular state of drunkenness that most often seems to end in violence, whether the old man is out looking for a fight. Still, he's terrified at the same time he's looking that he's missing something, that he's going to miss one of those tip offs and be caught off guard and left vulnerable or hurt or humiliated (because his dad has historically been unpredictable). And his own knowledge of himself, that he isn't going to fight back, because he never has, sits with him too. As such, he's always got his guard up when he's around his dad and there's always an air of sort of anticipatory fear along with his annoyance/irritation/exhaustion/snappishness, etc.

And then in the after, when he's had time to sit with the fear he felt, and the small way his dad always always makes him feel, *that's* when I think he gets angry. In part it's anger and (temporary) hatred directed solely at his father, because he's let Jamie down again, and he's a complete arsehole ("my dad's a dick. not much you can do with that, is there?"), and Jamie knows he's not a good dad, but then slowly that anger, more times than not, warps around in his brain and eventually gets turned inwards towards himself. More than Jamie hates his dad, Jamie hates the way he himself acts around his dad. The way we see Jamie at Wembley is so antithetical to everything Jamie normally is. So I think Jamie's always fighting an internal battle between being pissed at his dad for hitting him and being pissed that he "let himself" get hit. He doesn't even *need* his dad, right? He's Jamie fucking Tartt! He was always going to be great long before he ever met that piece of shit, and he can be fucking great now without him. Right? He doesn't even care. In fact, he wants to tell his dad fuck you! So...then why can't he tell his dad fuck you? Whenever he goes to try, the words shrivel up and die, and he's back to being that same scared kid wanting his dad's approval. Jamie hates being that kid. He can't stop being that kid. That's what has him running off to a reality tv set. That's what has him running around Amsterdam trying to bury the past. He wants to outrun the person his dad makes him. He wants to outrun himself and he never can.

So I guess I say...all of the above? Jamie's motivation and drive and work ethic ultimately comes from who JAMIE is. Sure, he's a product of both his dad's violence and anger and his mum's love and care, but Jamie is very much his own person who is motivated to become a great footballer because he wants that for himself, not for anyone else. At the same time, yes he's angry at his dad, yes he's afraid of his dad, and yes, ultimately, he loves his dad and wants to be loved by him in return. All those emotions get mixed up in his head sometimes, and all of them are a part of who he is and all of them are valid emotions.

[rhinocio]

I’ve been trying to figure out how to articulate this, but I think the core of it is: Leo is very, very much an ADHD-riddled, loud, dramatic Problem Child. He’s used to making himself the center of attention and paying for it; his default is to joke around until things blow up in his face, and then panic. He’ll defer blame over and over when the stakes are low, but as soon as the consequences of his actions become dangerous, he goes, “Here, make me the scapegoat! I’m used to it! I can take it!”

Like, okay, Flushed But Never Forgotten is a good example. It’s established in that episode that Leo’s the one who convinced his brothers not to confess to having lost Piebald. He doesn’t want to deal with the short term consequences of getting in trouble with his dad – doesn't want to be the Problem again – so he finds every possible way to avoid it. Make a dummy fish. Swear his siblings to secrecy. He says repeatedly that it’ll be Mikey's fault if they’re all punished for the mistake, even though Leo’s the one who took the avoidance of confession to an extreme degree. Leo, like Donnie, is happy to throw someone else into the line of fire when it means he avoids getting into trouble… until that trouble becomes lethal. As soon as it becomes obvious that his family’s legitimately in danger, Leo demands that everything be solely his fault. Hurt me, spare them.

Leo desperately wants acknowledgement but only knows how to attract it by being a pain in the ass. He’s got big ideas and a bigger personality, a constant desire for excitement and a constant fear of repercussions. Chances are he’s spent his whole life being a bombastic little shit and faced backlash for being too irritating, too infuriating, too much. So he leaned into it. Made it camp. Leo’s flamboyant and dramatic and that’s his BRAND, baby. He’s the comedy guy. He’s clever with words. He’s pretty enough that it offsets how annoying he is to be around. 

He’s used to people getting peeved at him, and after years of practice can pretty easily roll that off his back. When the only consequence of saying, “Yeah, that thing I did was definitely all Donnie’s fault,” is having Donnie and potentially a couple other people yell at him, Leo’s fine doing it. He hams up the interaction, makes a gag out of it, defaults to the class clown tactics of deflection and distraction. 

But when all Leo’s usual tactics fail – when he can’t deflect anymore, when the jokes fall flat, when the consequences of his actions are huge and dire and are going to result in someone getting hurt instead of just angry – then he starts scrambling. He’s exhausted his bag of tricks, and all he’s got left is, “I’m the Problem Child, and blaming me makes it better. So blame me.”

The irony of Leo’s whole situation is that in playing up his cool guy persona to hide how much getting rejected bothers him, he’s made himself more likely to be rejected. He gets those, “Yes, punish him!” reactions from his brothers because they’re frustrated with his drama, which reinforces Leo’s need to ramp up his clownery to hide how ganged up on he feels. He’s the guy who takes things too far, who antagonises and instigates and makes small problems into huge ones, and he knows that, but I don’t think that’s created a self-hatred so much as a desperate need to prove himself. Leo doesn’t see himself as worth less than others; he actually believes he’s very worth paying attention to, and desperately wants someone to acknowledge that. As his, “Why doesn’t anybody trust me?” line in Many Unhappy Returns highlights, Leo’s trying to prove he’s capable and intelligent and helpful, but his long-established habits and self-defense mechanisms are muddying up all those earnest attempts.

So here’s the thing: I don’t think Leo keeps self-sacrifice in his back pocket like an ace, really. It’s not his go-to last ditch plan on purpose, not an unreasonably-thought-out method of proving he’s good enough. Instead, Leo’s repeat instances of offering himself up to protect people he cares about is what happens when shit gets real and all that bravado and pageantry that he keeps around himself like a second shell gets thrown off. Sometimes there’s a guilty motivation helping his choices along, but for the most part there’s just Leo, who’s been taking hits his entire life for everything that he is and does and tries to be. It's not that he doesn't love himself, it's that he loves everyone else too much to let them get hurt.

He’s been playing the sacrifice since day one, and has confidently decided that nobody else deserves to.

[halloweenbitch2764]

HI :)

An you please write a Bo Sinclair x reader where the reader is a really jealous and protective person ?

I feel like Bo's reaction would be hilarious!

Thank you for reading my ask,

-PhantomCat ����

Thanks for the ask hon! I can definitely give you that request.

Bo with Jealous Reader

With how few and far between people could be, you didn't have to be protective or jealous often

In ways that made you being jealous and protective MUCH more noticeable when it did happen

Bo had a hunch you might be jealous from the way you acted when the last group had came

So of course he needed to test that theory

It didn't take long for another group to come by (surprisingly)

You and him were in the gas station/mechanic shop while he fixed a car he had been working on for a while

You liked just being around him so you didn't mind hanging out while he worked

Besides he always played pretty good music

At least when the station worked

Suddenly a car pulls into the station, next to a gas pump

There's three people in the car, two girls and a guy

It's clear the one girl and guy were a couple

He opened the door for her and helped her out and they held hands from there

The third girl was dressed rather...skimpy

It made sense given that it was summer

You had on a tank top and shorts since the AC in the station never really worked right

They walked into the station and the man approached you

"Hey my car started making a weird rattling noise and this was the closest town. Do y'all by chance have someone who can help me?"

You smiled and nodded

You'd eased into the role of helping lure the people in

It's not like you really did any of the dirty work

Bo had heard the chime of the bell above the door and walked over, wiping his hands off with a rag

You noticed immediately

The third girl "accidentally" pulled her top down further and stood in a way that accentuated her curves

Your blood immediately started to boil

You didn't know but Bo could feel your attitude change immediately

He nearly caught himself smirking as he started talking to the man about his car while the mans girlfriend stood beside him

"Can I help you with anything?" You asked the girl through gritted teeth

She smirked

"Yeah can you hook me up with him?" She pointed at Bo

Your fists clenched and unclenched behind the counter

"Actually that's my boyfriend, thank you very much."

She didn't seem deterred

"He's smokin hot, honey. How'd you manage to snag him?"

She seemed almost disgusted

You knew you couldn't pummel her as much as you wanted to.

"Well it'll be a while til your car is fixed. Want to come with me to the museum and I'll tell you friends to come after?"

She let her eyes sweep over Bo before reluctantly agreeing

You walked over to Bo and the couple, informing them where you two would be going, and they nodded

Bo's lips twitched into a smirk for a second

You looked bloodthirsty

It was rare to see you THAT upset

You took the girl to the museum, forcing some small talk (which you made sure stayed away from talking about Bo)

Once you entered you let her start looking around before heading off to Vincent's basement

You silently opened and closed the door behind you before heading down the stairs

Vincent was sculpting his newest creation

"Hey Vinny can you do me a huge favor?"

He cocked his head to the side a bit to signal he was listening and to continue

"There's a bitch upstairs I need you to kill. I don't want her in the museum so make sure you kill her in the slowest and most painful way you can. Okay?"

He raised his eyebrow behind his mask but nodded, not questioning you

You thanked him before heading back up

Vincent had rarely seen you that angry before and was just glad he wasn't on the receiving end

The girl, who you learned was named Liz, was still looking around

"Hey I forgot something at the station. Feel free to keep looking, I'll be back soon."

She nodded and you headed back to the garage

Nobody was there and you figured Bo had done his usual routine of telling them he forgot a fanbelt at the house

After a while Bo came back, letting you know they had been taken care of

He thought the jealousy was simultaneously hot as fuck and hilarious

He met you halfway and planted a kiss on you which you returned

"You know you're extremely hot when you get so jealous, you know it?"

He squeezed your ass and kissed your neck playfully when you laughed

[ruinedbylanadelrey]

King of Your Heart

Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Chapter 5 "More than friends but less than lovers"

summary: All that Frankie has ever wanted to be was your everything. After years of being best friends one phone call changes everything between the two of you.

inspired by The King by Sarah Kinsley

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap (reader is 28-29, Frankie 38-39), friends with benefits -> situationship, Frankie isn't a dad, jealously, best friends with benefits, reader is lowkey toxic, drugs, smoking weed, alcohol consumption, reader wears makeup, reader has long hair, self-hate (both characters), yearning, secrets, no y/n, possessiveness, triple frontier boys, Tom is dead, reader is a flirt,

inside the world of king of your heart

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The humid air hit your cold skin from the AC when you slipped out to the patio of Frankie's backyard. It was just about to be sunrise, you were wearing Frankie's shirt and had a joint rolled the night before if you needed to get a little high on the blind date. The sky was fading to a blue and orange ombre. You kept replaying what you said to Frankie. 

'...we are more than just friends,'

Frankie never said it back. God this is so childish! You were angry that he didn't say 'we are more than just friends,' no confirmation, just let you blow him and smear across your face. Did you break the rules first? Or was it when Frankie drove to Ben's place? You raised the lighter to the joint in your mouth. Taking in the first hit in weeks.Savoring the taste of weed and the feeling of the smoke filling up your lungs to the very top. You expel the weed and feel the warmth of the upcoming high approach. 

Your heart was beating fast as the internal monologue in your head became the forefront of your mind. This isn't how it's supposed to be, Frankie can't be in love with you!

Why would he?

Especially since he knows how you treat men. He could never love you. You think of yourself as a bad person because you become in a relationship, cold and distant but such a tease. But you are in his house, not kicked out as soon as your escapades were over, and you're wearing his shirt walking around his home like you've always been living there. 

It's easy, comforting, not labels, just being with each other, caring for each other, not single but not taken. You loved everything about it, Frankie was your connection and you would be his too. 

"Kind like more than friends but less than lovers," You explained to Frankie, sitting on his lap when he joined you outside, just watching you smoke. "The less than lovers is kinda harsh." Frankie isn't going to beat around the bush anymore. "I don't mean it as we don't romantically care for each other but it's not at the level either." You spoke like you had all the answers, it seems that way due to the weed opening your mind just a bit bigger than Frankie's. 

"I love you, Frankie I do but being friends knocks my romantic love for you down a bit too much," Your words felt like small snake bites to Frankie. Here you were getting cold and distant, instead of how usually warm and open you are to him. 

Always putting out the fire just when it begins to spark. 

Frankie sighs, not knowing what to say but just to let you dangle the idea of being together in front of his heart. Maybe things are actually better left unsaid. Just to keep you in his life for a while longer. 

You pulled into the community center's parking lot, for the MMA fight. Ben and Frankie waiting on the bed of Frankie's truck. You quickly threw the car in park and got out to greet them.

"Told you I would be here, Benny," You quickly kissed his cheek and patted his back. "I need you here every fight, you're my good luck charm," Benny chuckles, You turn to Frankie who has his hands in his pockets, and you give him a weak smile. "Well I'm going head inside and grab our seats, Good luck pretty boy," You said as you readjusted your purse before heading inside.

Ben turns to look at Frankie watching you walk away, he whistles at you making you turn around a roll your eyes seeing that it was Benny whistling at you. Frankie throws him a glare over his shoulder.

"Hey, you weren't gonna do it," Ben smirks, he thinks he's the only one in the know about the two of you.

"What's going on with you guys anyway?" Ben takes the lead inside to locker room. Frankie sighs, takes off his cap, and runs his fingers through his curls.

"the fuck if I know," Frankie really didn't know where the line is anymore. You both keep picking it up and moving it so far away from 'just friends'.

One night you and him would go on a date and not even have sex. Then the next day Frankie is fucking you for hours until you both pass out. Another day you'll freak out and bring the line to purely platonic. You openly flirt with him in front of everyone but still make eyes at strangers at the bar.

"She goes back and forth with the idea of 'us'. She said 'more than friends but less than lovers.' I think whatever we are doing now is working, at least for me..." Frankie's drained voice carries through the empty hallway,

"She's a bit harsh to you, Fish," Benny said patting Frankie on the back, Frankie laughs dryly and quiets down when Ben pushes open the door to the locker room, he hears Pope and Will laughing. Ben doesn't miss a beat when he knocks his fist on the metal lockers grabbing the attention of the group. Everyone is shaking hands and giving aggressive hugs before heading out to ring. You were waiting with beers in your hands, and cheering as they announced Ben's name.

Your smile was big and beaming, and your voice carried throughout the loud crowd. Ben winks as you pass by.

"There she is!" Santiago pokes your waist, causing you to almost drop everyone's beer.

"Watch it!" You giggled at Pope who took the drinks from you and passed them out.

"Let me guess you paid for this with everyone's poker money," Will jokes kissing you on the top of your head.

"It makes great pocket money," You rest your head briefly on Will's chest to talk back. Frankie sits down, watching you look up at Will with such love and tenderness.

Does she look at me like that? Is that how she looks at everyone?

"She looks at you entirely differently," Pope takes a seat next to Frankie, it was like he was in Frankie's head.

"How do you know that?" Frankie wipes away the foam of the beer off his mustache. Pope laughs and shakes his head, taking a glance at you and Will now chatting about his fiancee and her wedding planning.

"Her eyes get wide and she bites her lips and then grows into a smile that just says it all." He said, Frankie scrunches his brows together, trying to recall every time he's seen you look at him.

To him it was so normal, that is just how you look at him. It was not the same look you gave Will, the look Frankie gets has love and lust in it.

"I'm done talking about this," Frankie snaps, looking down the row to watch you type on your phone, Your brightness was down and you had it angled for no one to see.

'You're being kind of a dick for ignoring me'

Your text buzzes Frankie's phone in his pocket. You were a little bit hurt by Frankie being distant since you were out with the guys. Frankie pulls out his phone and reads the message, he becomes annoyed by it.

He doesn't know how to act anymore, can he be touchy with you? Can he sit next to you? Can he breathe near you without anyone smirking? You watched him roll his eyes and shove the phone back into the pocket.

If looks could kill Frankie would be a dead man. You glared at him, the bell rang and the fight started. You rest your chin in your hands watching Ben throwing the first punch, Will and Pope stand up cheering him on. You glanced at Frankie who decided to stand up and join them. 

A rash of embarrassment flushes your neck traveling all over your face. Why is he being like this? Do you not exist out of sex? You could feel your heart tear, tendrils of muscles being pulled apart. Why do you fight yourself about being happy for once? Frankie is everything you want. He will outshine anyone even if someone cloned him. You want him for his faults and all. 

You're being selfish and reaching out for more when you set the limit. Frankie isn't going to cross the line until you do. 

Fuck it!

You walk down the row and stand next to him, Frankie turns to you and looks down at you. What is she doing? You wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest watching Benny continuing to be the winner of the fight. You angle your head to see Frankie watching you, every move you make, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and his hand petting your hair. 

Line crossed. No one is pulling away. You both live to see the look on each other's faces. 

[w98pops]

another sketch dump!

tw blood

my sweetheart daughter

some bits from one small group project im super excited to be working on

sharky's wifes :) yea hes straight 😔

the first one's name is dylan, she's a singer and an actress at the aces theater, she made herself a name on the strip for impersonating vault girl. dylan tells everyone that she's from the vault, that she was frozen in a cryogenic chamber for 200 years and that vault tek drew vault girl from her likeness, which isnt at all true. dylan was a part of small group of raiders all her life and fled to strip after all her family and friends were killed by the ncr. the usual. she found her thing and fell in love with sharky and malati.

malati is a veterinarian, she works at the followers of the apocalypse's clinic on the strip (in my future au house eventually let them in the city, yea). she has an incredibly dry sense of humor, but malati is a very caring person, YES ITS GARDENING GLOVES SHE'S WEARING, and she's actually good friends with wendy :) not the 2281 wendy, the angry old one.

so yea, all three of them legally married and smoke weed

i have so many sharky things to talk about, but i have literally zero time to draw them because of my work schedule 🙏 hopefully soon will be more popcorn boy content

[bunnypansy]

This is How to Fall in Love With Me! (Pt. 1)

Rated E, for EVERYONE!

A short film detailing how our cast acts when they're in love with you, with a little confession at the end!

Featuring: Riddle Rosehearts, Trey Clover, Cater Diamond, and you, dear viewer

Beware! This film contains: fluff mostly, most of these are probably ooc because I haven't even played ch 1 of twst, accidental Cater favoritism?, tiny bit of angst in Cater’s, a miniscule bit of spice in Trey’s

Riddle Rosehearts

To call Riddle inexperienced in matters of the heart would be a serious understatement

Riddle's only experience with romance would be crushes on portraits in textbooks, cus Lord knows he hardly interacted with others his age

So when Riddle gets feelings for you, he's not even sure what's happening

It starts small, he finds himself flustered at little things you do for no reason

He's more lenient with you, always finding a little excuse as to why you didn't have to follow this particular rule

He helps you study, parts extra close attention, and actually feels bad if he scolds you too harshly 

Riddle doesn't even notice until Ace complains, loudly, and ruins everything for you

After that, Riddle swings in the opposite direction- hard

His expectations for you become harsh, nearly impossible, and his gentle scolds become downright brutal

Riddle becomes stricter with you than anyone else in Heartslaybul 

He feels guilty for being so hard on you, of course, but he has a reputation to maintain!

It takes Trey sitting him down and having a nice long chat with him before Riddle actually realize how he feels

Congrats Riddle, you're officially the last person to figure it out 

In terms of confessions, I think Riddle is very traditional; he doesn't know a lot about romance, and assumes the classic way is the best way

Riddle would ask you to meet him somewhere romantic after classes and apologize for the way he's been treating you

But then he brings out the roses and chocolate (definitely not made by Trey) 

He's very nervous, but tries to stay straightforward and clear

Even though he's a flustered mess 

The woods behind campus could be beautiful at the right time of day- just a week or so ago Riddle had taken you out here to study. How things changed so soon; you hardly had time to recall such memories with all of the reprimand you've been receiving. Riddle had gone from roses to thorns so quickly, and you just couldn't place why, but the turn stung. 

Of course you're angry, you'd been led on and rejected in less than three full weeks, it was enough to make one- well, mad as a hatter. When Riddle had summoned you out to woods at sunset for a "private matter", you nearly ghosted him. What had he done to earn your time and attention as of late? But, even angry, the truth rang clear; you were weak for Riddle and you still wanted to give him a chance. Part of you hoped Riddle would take it all back, and things would return to the way they were.

So you showed up- late, because you were still hurt, and that felt like a tiny revenge. By the time you arrived at the requested spot, Riddle was leaned back against a tree, a pensive expression over his soft features and an obscenely large bouquet of roses in guys arms.

When you get close enough, Riddle visibly perks up, a fine twitch in his lips hinting at a smile. "You… you're late."

You're unimpressed, crossing your arms with a displeased look. "You're lucky I showed up at all."

Riddle wilts the smallest bit and you catch a flicker of guilt in the stormy blue of his eyes as he lowers his head. "I know I've been harsh towards you recently, I'm very sorry." The plastic surrounding the roses crinkles as he tightens his grip. "I was overemotional, and immature and I vow on the Queen's name to change my behavior, so I will never hurt you again." 

Riddle looks up from the grass to your face; he's biting his lip, waiting for a response. You don't give him one, only gesturing for him to go on.

"But," he swallowed hard, going red and sweaty in the cheeks as he held the bouquet out to you, "I feel quite deeply for you, and I hope my recent poor behavior doesn't stop you from at least thinking about reciprocating my feelings?" Riddle looks so red you're worried he'll catch fire. 

You're petty, but you're not a moron. Being lenient, then harsh, now a confession? You can connect the dots. 

You've been silent for too long now, it's making him nervous, and Riddle starts to back peddle. "I'm, I'm sorry," he starts pulling his bouquet of roses back towards his chest, "you're upset with me, I realize now that the timing is poor, please forget-" 

"Let's go on a date." You quickly catch his hands, watching Riddle flinch lightly. "This weekend."

Now it was Riddle's turn to stare, to swallow hard and nod. "Yes… let's." 

You carefully maneuver the ridiculously enormous bouquet from his arms into yours. He'd clearly picked the very best from Heartslaybul garden, some of the blooms rivaled your face in size and the menagerie was a struggle to hold with one arm.

“Now get those chocolates out of your blazer pocket,” you held your palm out to Riddle expectantly, “They’re going to melt like that.”

He’s still dumbfounded, gawking like a moron before he finally snapped to it and dug the box out of his inner breast pocket, placing it in your awaiting hand with an apprehensive look. “I- I had Trey make them, since I’ve never made chocolate, and I wanted them to be good… But I picked out the box, tied the ribbon and picked the roses myself.” You nearly chuckle at his fragile display of pride. The box is small, a red-velvet color topped with an ivory ribbon that had been knotted so many times over it resembled the bloom of a rose. You pulled on the ribbon’s tail, watching the bow slip loose and give you access to the box. “Yeah, I know. I saw you do all that.” You popped a chocolate into your mouth. “I figured out you were gonna confess days ago.” “You what?” At this rate, Riddle’s head might explode.

“Well first I saw you pacing in the garden and picking the biggest roses you could find, then when I saw you trimming the thorns in the kitchen,” you swallow your chocolate before you continue, “and Trey making chocolate, which he never does, I caught on. I was mad at you so I didn’t say anything.”

Riddle brushed his hair back with a flabbergasted look, this was much more of an ordeal than he’d expected. “Oh-kay, then do you also…?”

“Yeah.” You close the box of chocolates, and tuck it into the ribbon holding the bouquet together. “Obviously I like you too.”

Trey Clover

I don't think he's inexperienced, per say, just a bit disinterested

He's never had much time to pursue the crushes he's had, and he's always been acutely aware that a relationship at young age is likely to end quickly anyway

Trey's been too busy taking care of his siblings and helping out with the bakery to think about anything else

Trey got a lotta nerve telling off Riddle for not recognizing his feelings -_-

Dealing with Trey is a bit like pulling teeth (pun intended)

At first, Trey is going to baby you. 

Reminding you brush your teeth, do your homework, wake up on time- it's like having a parent

Not sexy Trey :/

His first instinct is to just take care of people he cares for, and you're going to have to smack him out of it

Once he stops treating you like his little siblings, things are much better

He's flirty in a subtle, might-just-be-friendly way

I don't think Trey would like a traditional confession

It's much more likely you two are gettin' a lil touchy when you're hanging out and somehow things turn into Trey kissing you

That's when he confesses. 

Is it particularly romantic? No

But I think Trey believes the best relationships come from the strongest of friendships

You and Trey were closer than close, it was probably annoying to everyone else. All the touching, the teasing, the lingering glances; tension was clearly heavy.

On this particular occasion, Trey was working his way through a large batch of chocolate croissants and had asked you for help, though you wouldn't describe your role as "helpful". Perhaps entertaining, or maybe distracting.

By now, Trey should be done piping the chocolate into his pastries, but he found himself a bit preoccupied with your antics; it was a full time job chasing you away from the chocolate sauce.

You were sat down on the counter, positioned on the only remaining clear space, between bags of sugar and a puddle of flour- Trey had yet to clean that up, he liked the doodles you made in the flour too much to erase them so quickly. The man himself stood beside you, less than a yard away as he hunched over a tray of croissants, pressing one end of the piping bag into the pastry and squeezing the middle to fill the pastry with chocolate.

Trey had this lovely little quirk when he’s deeply concentrated, poking his tongue between his lips. He was too focused on his piping to pay attention to you, right…? Your eyes darted between Trey and the bowl of chocolate cream, a hand slowly slithering towards the mixture. Trey wouldn’t mind if you snuck just a dollop of chocolate. Sure you'd gotten away with your crimes, you flicked your fingertip through the whipped chocolate, only to feel a pressure around your wrist a heartbeat later.

"You're worse than Ace and Deuce." Trey had set aside his piping bag to trap your wrist in his strong fingers. "You could just wait for me to finish and eat a croissant instead of the filling, you know."

You wrinkled your nose at his teasing, lunging forward to smear chocolate across his soft cheek. "That's for saying I'm worse than Tweedledum and dumber."

Quick to retaliate, Trey swiped up a fingerful of chocolate and plopped the dollop on the tip of your nose. "Stop wasting chocolate." He scolded gently. 

"Says you, hypocrite." With a wide smile, you scooped the chocolate from your own nose and jabbed at Trey once more, giggling as he veered away from your attack. 

Though you aimed for his nose, hoping for revenge, but with Trey's attempt to dodge, you ended up painting the corner of his mouth in chocolate.

"Ah - come on…" Trey sighed, raising a hand to touch his chocolate face paint. "You're such a handful, you know that?" He sounded tired, but he smiled anyway.

It was hard not to roll your eyes. "Oh whatever, come here and I'll clean it up." You motion for Trey to come closer, a hand resting on top of a kitchen rag.

Getting Trey to comply was far from a difficult task; he leaned in close, bracing himself on the counter beside you. Your fingertips brushed his jawline, angling his face to better give yourself access. Gently, you dabbed at the chocolate at the corner of his lips with the washcloth, the two of you so close you could smell the cinnamon toothpaste he used. 

With that simple gesture of care, the air felt heavier, like a blanket of tension had settled over the both of you. No words were exchanged, these motions seemed to come to you as naturally as breathing or blinking; the two of you drawing nearer to one another on instinct. Your hands find a resting place on his shoulders and Trey’s settle upon your hips in a way that makes you feel at ease.

His lips are soft and warm, and when you pull apart can’t help but note that Trey tastes like chocolate and mint-cinnamon. You subtly swiped your tongue over your lips to catch the traces of his taste, watching as Trey did the same. A heavy silence hung over your shoulders, a weight that held you both in place.

“I’m sorry,” Trey’s voice comes out as a quiet rumble, his face a soft peachy flush as he turns away, “I didn’t ask.” You squeeze his shoulders reassuringly, pulling Trey’s amber eyes back to you. “Hey, I didn’t either.” You point out with a good-natured chuckle. “Would-” he cleared his throat, unhappy with the way his voice came out, pitchy and hoarse. “Would you wanna go on a date sometime?” In Trey’s head, it sounded much more romantic and less embarrassing. The way you smiled, wide and excited, soothed his worries. “Took you long enough.”

Cater Diamond

Cater is probably fairly experienced with relationships, but I think it's more along the lines of celebrity crushes

Someone having a crush on him based on his online persona, dating for a short while, breaking up

Or it goes the other way, where he has a rabid crush on someone unattainable, then gets over it

But it's different when it comes to you

The feelings hit hard and fast, as always, and they dull down, as always

But that fiery feeling never really dies, it just gets gentler, flaring up when you do things he's fond of

Cater immediately panics and tries to avoid you when he catches on

Instead of communicating like a rational human

Good luck getting a confession outta this guy

Call him Danny Phantom cus he's about to go ghost

Cater is deeply torn about his feelings, on one hand he really likes you and wants to open up to you

On the other, he’s afraid you’ve grown close with Cay-cay and not Cater Diamond, and he’s scared that if he opens up, you’ll decide you’re not interested

Basically, you’re gonna have to chase him down and corner him

“Sorry, I have to study with Trey today, ttyl? #onthatgrind #grindset” Monday. Tuesday it was “I promised Lilia and Kalim I’d practice extra with them after class, how about Thursday? I pinky swear we’ll chill then!”

During lunches he avoided eye contact, scarcely responded to conversation, and paid attention to  anyone but you. By the time Thursday rolled around, Cater came up with a new excuse- he was too tired, or something similarly weak. 

You gave up any attempts by the weekend, too busy and too naive to do anything but send a text, which was coldly left on “read”. When the Monday after turned, you gave it a second try, but found Cater impossible to reach. In classes you shared he stayed silent, and left quicker than a blink; during lunch he disappeared, eating in some secondary location he hadn’t deigned to share with his so-called “best friend”. 

That day you made a silent vow; should Cater keep this act up for the rest of the week, you’d simply have to track him down by force. If you were to be honest, Cater’s newfound coldness was disheartening to say the least- just a couple days before you’d been closer than ever! Now you couldn’t even hold a conversation long enough to know what you’d done to offend him.

Cater successfully kept up his silent streak for another full week, it was a struggle to stay optimistic in the face of his rejection, part of you just wanted to give up; if Cater didn’t want to be friends anymore, then so be it.

The library seemed like a proper place to be morose during your lunch period, and if you were so desperate for companionship, you supposed a local painting would make for entertaining enough conversation. You wandered about the library aisles in search of a comfortable spot to wallow in, pausing when you saw a particularly gloomy corner; perfect.

Of course, you expected your misery nook to be devoid of life, perhaps another student you hadn’t yet met who had come to commiserate. Who could expect your shock when you rounded the corner and-

“Cater?” The eye contact shared between you was nothing less than awkward, both frozen in your places.

Cater was leaned up against the wall, cross-legged with his lunch tray perched on his knees and his phone in his hand, halfway through chewing when he paused to gawk at you. He swallowed slowly, lips stretching into a nervous smile- he had the odd feeling he’d been caught red-handed.

“Oh, hey…” Cater’s face creased in discomfort, his grin wobbly. “It’s been, like, forever! How are you bestie?”

His stilted words only make your scowl deepen. “What do you think?”

The silence fell once more as Cater cast his gaze to his tray. He tucked his phone into his pocket and slowly got to his feet, food in hand. “Well… Cay-Cay’s gotta run, but we should talk soon-”

When Cater attempts to slither past you, you side step to block his path with a stern refusal. “No.”

Again, Cater awkwardly shuffles to the side, avoiding even looking at you. “But I really should-”

“Run away from me again?” The tension is heightening now, you’ve had quite enough of his flaking and now that you’ve got your prey cornered, you’re not about to let him go. “You gonna make up another lame excuse just so you can get away from me?”

A nervous habit, his hand snakes up to the back of his neck and threads his fingers into the ginger hair on the nape of his neck. “I know it sounds super sus, but I swear we’ll totes hang out soon I’m just-”

“Really busy right now?” You finish his cookie cutter explanation for him and a guilty look passes over Cater’s features. It’s infuriating, it’s painful; salt in the wound and sand in your eyes. “At least tell me what I did wrong.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong!” He’s quick to blurt it out, but his words fall on deafened ears. “I swear.”

“Then why won’t you talk to me?” You watch the way Cater opens and closes his mouth, green eyes trained on the floor in shame, his performance has earned him a scoff. “I’m getting tired of you lying to me.”

That’s enough of this, there are other places on campus to eat alone. You turn on your heel to leave, expecting to receive no resistance from Cater, on account of his treatment of you; but instead, his hand locks around your wrist.

“Wait!” Cater’s well manicured nails bite into your skin, then ease up. “Please wait, I’m sorry.”

For some reason, your shoes are rooted to the dusty navy carpet, throat swelled shut with tears; but you don’t tug your hand away from his grip, even when Cater paces a bit closer and lays his head against your shoulder.

“I really suck.” This tone is one you have yet to hear from him, muffled in your blazer.

The admission of guilt grants you your voice, at least enough to make a snarky response. “Have to agree.”

You feel the warmth of your body against his back, wondering if it’s for you or for him. Cater’s voice sounds thick and wet, choked out around bottled up feelings. “I really like you.” The words hang in the air like a spell, rendering you speechless. “I feel dizzy when you laugh or smile, I think it’s cute when you look like a mess, I tell you things I don’t tell anyone else.”

His tropical gum breath trembles against your neck, and the softness of his hand slowly retracts and drops your wrist. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about another person.” You think he doesn’t sound quite like Cater anymore, and then you think he sounds more like himself than he ever has. “It’s a stupid reason, but I’m crazy scared that if I let you in, you won’t like what you see.”

Then he lets out a dry laugh. “I guess I already screwed that up.” Cater’s warmth left your body as he stepped away.

You’re at a loss for a moment, apparently a moment too long because Cater claps his hands together to break the silence. When you look back at him, he’s smiling like he always is. “Well! Sorry I was a tooootal drag there, but that convo was like, super healing!”

“Cater.” If you let him go now, you’ll never get a chance to talk to Cater about his confession again- he’s hardly letting you talk about it now. “I like you too.”

More quiet falls over you as Cater’s carefully constructed personality seems to crumble; his lips tremble, his eyes water. Cater opens his mouth to say something, but he can’t seem to force noise from his lips. You’re not sure you understand what’s happening in his head, but you’d like to, you want to be there for him. The least you can offer in this moment is comfort, warm as you wrap your arms around Cater, desperate to get him to concede to a hug. You squeeze tightly, a promise that you’re not going to leave, a request for him to let you stay. 

Finally, Cater manages to choke up one frail word from his tight chest. “Really?”

As always, thank you for coming, readers! I think Cater’s ended up so long because uhm. We are very similar people. Writing for him was almost cathartic.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

IMW Ch. 10: Moving Day

Warnings: 

Word Count: 1160

     Ace grinned as he carried a box into the new apartment, an ear to ear grin on his face as he helped you move in. It wasn’t much, a small 2 bedroom, 1 bathroom apartment, a small living room and kitchen, but it meant that Ace would no longer be sleeping in the living room on your couch. It meant that he’d have his own room and privacy, he could have his own stuff. At least until he found a way back to his own world. As soon as the boxes and new furniture were moved in, you flopped onto the new couch, head leaning back.

     “Oh come on, it wasn’t that bad! I used to do more than this by noon!” Ace said, leaning over the back of the couch as he smiled at you, “the hardest part was the furniture and even that wasn’t too heavy.” he added, making you sigh. You’d hated having to buy new furniture for an entire apartment, but the furniture at your dorm belonged to the college, meaning that you’d had little choice. Though at least you’d managed to find some good stuff at the local thrift store, so you’d gotten a good deal on furniture, and Ace had had a fun time picking out a bed, so it really wasn’t all bad. 

     “Well give me a small break and then we’ll get to unpacking. After that we can order some delivery or something to-go because I don’t want to cook tonight.” you said, Ace’s face lighting up.

     “Oh! Can we have the place with the really spicy noodles!” Ace asked excitedly, making you chuckle.

     “Fine, fine. But in exchange, you have to help me unpack my bedroom.” you said as Ace nodded in agreement.

     “Deal, just let me know once you’re able to start unpacking.” He said, starting to open boxes and unpack a few things. He wouldn’t go into your stuff yet, but he knew where a few things went, so he could at least get that done. 

     Sighing, you stared up at your ceiling. It was still hard to believe everything that had happened in the last 2 months. Ace appearing in your dorm room, getting an apartment to give him a place to live, his ‘job’ as an underground fighter, the fact that you had what amounted to a 17th century pirate living with you. It was all a little… overwhelming when you stopped to think about it. Still, he was a nice guy and he meant well, even if he wasn’t used to the way things worked in your world, and he was trying his best to fit in and not cause too much trouble, so that helped. That being said, you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t be sad to see him leave. Living with him meant that you’d quickly gotten to know each other, meaning that you’d formed a very fast and surprisingly close friendship. The day’s events quickly had you drifting off to sleep, dreaming of the black haired young man just a room away. Dreams of a little boy on a mountain, of 3 brothers and laughter. A captain who could command fire, an angry boy trying to kill a man he would call his father, dreams that you wouldn’t remember come morning but would have you growing ever fonder of the young man staying with you. 

     Waking up the next morning was a little awkward for Ace. He’d started getting used to sleeping on the couch, so much so that waking up to a room that was his in an actual bed was a little bizarre to him. Looking around his new room, Ace couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. It wasn’t the largest room in existence, but the lack of decorations and furniture made it look bigger. He’d never had many possessions, even back in his world. For as messy as his room had always been, it had been mostly clothes and paperwork, never having had much growing up and not hanging onto much after becoming a pirate. But now it was more obvious that he didn’t have much, all of his clothes either stuffed in the closet or in the dresser, a large stack of books next to his bed, his bed, and his signature hat sitting on top of the dresser. As much as part of him wanted to start decorating his room, wanted to buy things to decorate with, he wasn’t sure how long he’d be here. Why buy things to decorate a room if he wasn’t planning on staying too long? That thought seemed to strike something in his heart, his chest clenching. He wasn’t planning on staying. Sooner or later, he planned to return to his own world, to his brother and Pops, to the Whitebeard crew and his men. He’d leave you here in your own world, leave you behind to become another memory. As much as he didn’t want to have regrets, he knew that he’d regret either decision when the time came to return to his world. He could return to his world, his brother, his family, yet he would leave you behind, someone who had become close to him. Or he could stay here, stay in a world that didn’t hate him on principle, with someone who didn’t care or even know who Roger was, and leave behind his family and everything he’d known growing up. He wanted both. He wanted to keep you as a friend, but he wanted his family back. He wanted people to not hate him simply for who his father was, but he liked being a pirate. Taking a deep breath, he ran a hand through his hair. He needed to stop thinking about this, on top of making him depressed, he didn’t want to worry you, you already worried enough about him. Picking up a couple of books, Ace moved to the living room, flopping down on the couch and starting back in on his ‘studies’. While he’d come a surprisingly far way in the last 2 months, there was still apparently more to learn. Seriously, did people in your world ever stop studying? He was going to be smarter than Marco at this rate! The thought made him chuckle as he thought of returning to his world once again, but this time thinking of what everyone would think when he returned smarter. Shaking his head, he once more turned his attention back to the book. As much as he was starting to hate studying, he didn’t know how long it would be before he found a way back and your world needed him to not be a complete idiot. As you’d said, he was going to need a good job eventually and you doubted you’d be able to get him into something like modeling or acting, so he’d have to learn enough to get by. He couldn’t rely solely on his strength and stubbornness anymore. 

[hannahhook7744]

Tiger Peony headcanons revised;

Tiger Peony, like her mother, was named after a flower.

Ironically, Peonies are her favorite flowers.

She's one of the few kids whose name is close to their parents' name that actually likes their name. 

She thinks it sounds cool and the fact she likes the flower also helps.

Her dad is Lampwick from Pinocchio.

Lampwick's mom married Geppetto, making Pinocchio his brother.

Which makes Pinocchio her uncle.

Pinocchio married Alice, which makes Ally and Pin, Tiger Peony's cousins.

Cacao is her favorite drink (in Neverland) and Maize is her favorite food (in Neverland).

Shining Pearl–the leader of another tribe on the isle– is a good friend of her mothers’ and is like an aunt to her.

She is also close to her uncle, Hard-to-Hit.

Her favorite food in Auradon, however, is Tofu.

And her favorite sweets are Corn cakes, peanuts, rice cakes, trail mix, and Jolly ranchers.

She is a vegetarian for the most part (even if some in her tribe do not agree with it).

Her mother, Tiger Lily, is only the coach of Neverland  because she's one of the few adults of Neverland who can do it. (The Darlings don't live in Neverland. Most of the mermaids are too childish. The fairies are too busy doing their jobs and teaching the kids of neverland. Her father is still running their tribe and will continue to do so until he dies as is the usual for their tribe. And any pirates who could do it were stolen from Neverland. And children aren't allowed to be coaches, so that left her. One of the few people who wanted/allowed herself to grow up). 

She is an activist (for equal rights, women's rights, children and animal's rights, the environment, etc).

She's the same age as Ben. Who she met a lot when she was younger because they are both future rulers (though she shares that responsibility with Peter and the queen mermaid and the fairy rulers).

She is one of the leaders of the Neverland club (this one is inspired by one of @dragoneyes618 's fics).

She was very supportive of Ben's proclamation.

She grew up hearing stories of Jake and his crew as well as the princess pirate and their three young mermaid friends who she never got to meet because of a certain kingdom who didn't care about consent of other kingdoms. She resents Auardon greatly for this.

She's very competitive and a big fan of tourney despite the fact she doesn't play.

Tiger Peony is dating Sherwood's star archery player, Robert Coran Hood of Locksley. Also known as Bobby Hood.

She met Bobby when Sherwood and Neverland's teams were playing one another. He was commenting on the game— angry about how one of the lost boys got away with a cheap shot towards one of his friends.

Which led to the two of them arguing after the game.

Bobby ended transferring soon after that to Auradon.

It took awhile for the two of them to get together and for them to stop getting into arguments every time they met. 

She can play the lute, the flute, the drum, and the pan flute.

Tiger Peony is also great at swimming and canoeing as well as dancing, singing, climbing, and giving speeches.

She is a Tom boy and an artist. Though she's not the best at it.

She is close friends with the Darling Children—Jane, William, and Daniel (Wendy's kids), Jeremiah, Wilma, and Diana (John and Luna's kids), Moria, Jonathan, Wallace,  Dalton (Michael's kids), Warpaint and Millie (Slightly's daughter—he was adopted by Wendy's aunt, Millicent in one of the movies).

As well as Tinkerbell's triplets—Terry, Tina, and Terra, and her youngest son, Tinzen.

She is not a fan of Slightly’s son, Warpaint, or the twins’ sons, Chains and Shelly, however.

Though she is friends with the remaining lost children—Rufio, Thud Butt, Ace, Don't Ask, No Nap, Pockets, Latchboy, Too Small, the other twins (Sooner and Later), Twins (singular boy), Chubs, Cynthia, Meera, Stringbean, Maya, Nibs, Tootles, and Baby.

She visits the fallen lost children’ graves often–like Fox–and thinks that she would have gotten along with most of them like a niece would with their aunts and uncles if they were still alive.

She's close to her cousin, Hototo.

She is also friends with  Armus and Sienna much to Peter’s dismay.

She’s even friends with the grandchildren of Maimie Mannering (an old friend of Peter’s).

[laatmaar]

I’d love to hear more about Matt if you’re up for sharing anything!

Okay so Matt Brown (she/her)(/him?) is a tech-savy tactician whose villain persona is an anarchist named omen (no special relevance except that i was watching an elden ring stream when i came up with it). Her is suit is mysterious and has reinforced armor and telepathic boosters. Her motivation is revenge though she will pretend it’s about justice instead if somebody asks (she doesn’t have a really have a super strong sense of justice and probably wouldn’t be doing all this if she wasn’t horribly paranoid and afraid that the farm might find her + wanting to burn the entire place down) (she’s certainly not cruel exactly she just has a hard time really caring)

She relies heavily on her telepathy and has very little consideration for other people’s boundaries/autonomy as result she has 87% subtlety and 60% strength, coincidentally she has the puppetmaster + suicide scar and she’s very comfortable in using the puppet’s body but there is almost no puppet individuality (there’s no difference in beau and matt except in how matt is far more confident and free in his behavior and appearance as beau).

Matt has on first glance a passive personality and is a bit of a sad sack of a person (if that translates well?) as well as quite the alcoholist, however she has an impulsiveness and an anger/vindictiveness that could fuel a small atom bomb hiding under the surface. As result despite all her careful planning when it comes down to it she often takes big risks on small chances (nobody should ever let her gamble, one addiction is already enough).

Her actual personality shines through most when she is Beau and she is actually (beneath all the depression and existential crisises and dislike of her tattoos and scars etc.) incredibly vain, and a bit judgy. Also even more secretly quite kind and funny. In retribution this shines through more and using the money she stole from the museum matt buys herself a lot of nice clothes and a big apartment.

In terms of relationships she has a big fat crush on ricardo which scares her a lot because a lot of her actions and feelings Matt hides behind a curtain of plausible deniability, and she has no good reason to want to kiss him that badly (except for the fact that she is a person with feelings, but she isn’t going to admit to that any time soon). She did have a good (in her head) reason (different body, playing a role to the best of her ability, maybe curiosity) when she slept with dr. mortum but she caught feelings badly and when she confessed after finding out about ace it was the scariest thing he had ever done (openly admitting to liking mortum in her own body and owning up to her own actions).

Falling out with mortum was a bit of a breaking point for matt and she spent two days blackout drunk, became incredibly angry at chen after learning about the autopsy photos, kicked hollow ground in the face, accidentally crashed car, went to steal her own body from hospital, and threatened chen with a gun in the elevator before getting knocked out and arrested. For the rest she does not care for herald (incredibly jealous) and has no opinion about argent (weird violent relationship with her as omen)

Well that was it! Became a bit long but it was already an effort not to write a 4 page essay about her -_-

[mrsvercetti]

Hello! Could I get a match up for Overwatch? I’m a female, hetero-ace INTJ 5’7 feet tall. I’m into dark fashion, witchcore aesthetic, always lost in my thoughts bc I’m thinking a lot, not so talkative and sometimes cold, I have like a snow queen vibe. However to my close friends I’m more open and more talkative, but I don’t like small talk. Sarcasm my second language, dark humor is my being :D I work as an accountant and in my free time I play video games, watching movies, reading books, listening music (Nu-Metal, Indie, Phonk, but sometimes Melanie Martinez/Phoebe Bridgers pops up) Thank you for your efforts!

I match you with...

Ramattra

He finds you really interesting and far more superior than the other humans he has encountered.

He likes someone who thinks. Someone who has their head in the clouds. Because according to him, that’s the sign of intelligence. Someone who is capable of thinking before doing anything. Someone who dreams. Someone who has a heart.

He likes your silent nature. He finds it quite attractive.

He himself can be cold towards people. So he totally understands your coldness. He doesn’t mind it when he meets you for the first time.

He likes your vibe and your aesthetic. He finds dark colours nurturing.

He used to be a monk and so he believes in witches. He finds them mysterious and endearing. So you taking an interest into their aesthetic is just something he never expected a person to like. That’s one of the top things he like about you.

Sarcasm. Both of your second language is sarcasm. Ramattra finds your sarcasm quite funny and you both always love adding in sarcastic jokes here and there.

He’s definitely the talkative person to close ones. The only ones he’d truly talk to for hours are you and Zenyatta. He has a lot on his mind and would kill to get someone that he could share his thoughts with. Luckily he has you and to him, you are his whole world.

He loves your dark humor. Always compliments it and laughs at people who find it disturbing. He too has a fair share of dark jokes.

He loves literature and so he would read through your books. And would love to discuss it with you. His most favourite genre of books are anything related to violence. Literature about war and bloodshed are his go to.

He doesn’t watch movies and only started to when you and him got together. He always goes for Horror movies or movies that have a lot of violence. If you want to watch something else that is completely different onto what he watches, he’ll join in to watch it with you. He doesn’t want to make you feel alone.

When he was a monk, he used to listen to classical music. And even after it has been years since he abandoned his life as a monk, he haven’t stopped listening to it since it calmed him down when he is angry. It gave him a feeling of peace.

So when he heard your favourite music, it gave him a wave of confidence. A wave of electricity flowing through him. It made him feel powerful in a way that he started to listen to it when he’s feeling down.

He also became a very big fan of Melanie Martinez. He's very thankful for that.

He doesn’t like to play video games. He’d rather watch you play video games. And study your movements. If you are playing a shooter game, he’ll give you little tips on how to kill of the enemy.

If you are not good at shooter games and still play it, he may soon become a backseat gamer. You can kick him out if he’s annoying you or making you upset.

He likes to lift you up and carry you on his shoulders

He also has a habit of staring at you. He is possessive so he doesn’t want anyone hurting you or try to get a chance to be with you.

[achy-boo]

Name: Jeanne Keket

Romaji: Keket Jeanne

Quote: “Insanity is the best medicine. I only chose when I want to take it.”

V/A: Hinata Hyuuga from Naruto. Less soft spoken but mild loud[English]

Yelan from Genshin Impact (Japanese)

Gender: female

Sexuality: she is proud bisexual (Tho she never had a chance with dating)

Age: she’s 16

Birthday: June 5th

Zodiac Sign: Gemini

Eye color: purple with a pink ring in it

Hair Color: Just purple with jet black ends..for now.

Height: 5’6

Weight: 100 lbs

Race: [UNKNOWN]

Homeland: She is from Chicago with Tsukii and Night tho she was born in South Korea. She don’t remember which hometown she was home with

Family: She don’t want to say it

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Sapphire Lake Dorm

School Year: 2nd

Class: 2-B

Student Number: No.20

Occupation: DJ, dancer and a soon to be idol along Tsukii and Night (All hidden from the eyes and ears of NRC)

Club: Light music club

Best Subject: Flying and Alchemy

Favorite Color: mainly purple but she likes other colors too.

Favorite Food: She always loves the dorm's versions of the other worlds' food.

Least Favorite Food: She doesn't know why but she cannot stand foods with olives, raisins and lard. (She tried all of them in a food before..she threw up in like 4 hours..)

Likes: Jeanne likes anything cute and yet dark things. She loves stormy weather, snows, dancing, and she loves singing too. She had a soft spot for animals and kids, school events tho there are some events she rather avoid at all cost.

Dislikes: She hates the heat (Which is ironic since she is a summer baby), She never liked Rook Hunt and can tolerate Azul. She despised Crowley and Vargas for many reasons. She hates people who are sexist and have a deep hatred to people who won't leave her after she told them to leave her alone.

Hobbies: She likes to read, bake, and dance in the rain. She loves dressing up for no reason or for a school event.

Talents: She can travel through mirrors, she has a way with her words. She had a silver tongue. And for the manipulators and people who are users, she had a way to know your tricks so it won't work on her.

Nicknames: J/J-J (Tsukii and Night), An unknown enigma (The fish mafia), Jean(Very rare)

Other Nicknames: The bipolar Jeanne (Azul and Vil), Miss J (Sapphire Lake Dorm members), The Queen of [ERROR. DATA IS UNKNOWN]

Appearance and Personality

Appearance: Jeanne has purple hair with jet black ends that is put up into two small pigtails, her eyes are purple with a pink ring in it. Her skin is light peach and she has an X mark on her right cheek.

Personality: Jeanne is a free-willed girl. She always goes to the flow of her dorm. She is very intelligent and playful despite being one of the NRC's recent enigmas. However in her dorm: She is a sucker for the rules of the Sapphire Lake Dorm, valuing the safety and well-being of her dorm members. She likes challenging people with riddles and mind games. But be careful when you anger her, she had no filter when she is angry and her silver tongue just make it worse.

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

-Jeanne's UM is Haunted Mirror’s Songs (She never used it for a very good reason)

-She is the third enigma of NRC with Night in second and Tsukii is dead first

-She fooled Ace into making a deal with her. (Yea, Ace learn that the hard way)

-She scared a lot of people with her walking in the mirror and crawling out of the mirror like the goddamn girl from the Ring

-She had the best and concerning dark humor (Someone almost called the police on Jeanne for one of those dark humor

-She made a lot of people cry with her anger and her silver tongue

[littleemberlou]

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐄𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬

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Petunia blinked slowly, her eyelids growing heavy. She faintly saw another figure beside her sister, but couldn’t make out who it was.

Images kept flashing through her mind, memories of another place. She saw people driving on the wrong side of the road, smelly yellow school busses and equally smelly school buildings. There was a family, her family. She could see it clearly now.

Before she had been Lucy Charleston, University student in America.

The Charleston home was wild and full of laughter. Little siblings that flicked off the light when they knew she was reading, only to come back after a few seconds and turn it back on with a laugh. Somehow she couldn’t be angry at them, no matter how many times they did it. Parents that listened to her, spoke to her like a friend. Well, until they caught her reading in the middle of the night.

In her defense, it was technically early morning.

Her Father laughed right out loud, her Mother wasn’t nearly as amused by her smart comment. She had friends, finished school, went on to university.

Petunia watched the vision with avid fascination, craving such a relationship once again. The Charleston family would celebrate acing a test with cake and ice cream, while the Evans might only give a small pat on the shoulder. The Evans family was quiet. They didn’t really speak much at family dinner, only small talk. They were reserved… Well, they were at least around her. She’d heard them laughing around the dinner table, halting as soon as she walked in.

The girl ignored the hollow feeling in her chest at the thought. It didn’t matter right now. She wanted to see it this other life, to remember it. She needed to remember everything! This was important, very important. Perhaps the most important thing in the world… But why? Why did she feel that way?

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