#anyways! time to take this before Ace gets back ☺️

[sweet-as-kiwis]

Final 2/3

[acesdiary]

How the OP men handle silent treatment

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notes: IM GIVING YALL WHAT YOU GUYS WANT!

warnings: none :3

paring: Monster trio (+ Ace) x gn!reader

wc: 383 (all 2gether)

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Luffy (wc: 89)

Luffy would definitely take a long time to notice if you were mad at him 😭

Once you first ignore him, he’ll start to figure something might be up

So, he tries to cheer you up; in ANY way possible, and maybe… just maybe sharing a small portion of his meat, MAYBEE-

Despite being and idiot he’ll try getting advice from Sanji

He’ll probably make it up to you with some hugs ☺️

tbh I don’t think anyone could get that mad at him- he’s just a lil goofy goober :33

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Zoro (wc: 119)

Zoro would be a bit more quicker then Luffy to find out if you were ignoring him due to his observant nature

Normally you would strike the conversation between you two; Zoro isn’t exactly the best with words; more focused on his journey to become the strongest swordsman,

But he will still find time for you and will sometimes use you to help him train or train with him,

Anyway, I’m pretty sure he would ask what the problem was and would try to sort it out at some point

Even if he would be a bit straightforward with his questions and responses, he’d invite you to the crows nest during his watch and sort it all out there :))

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Sanji (wc: 89)

oml get ready to read this shit.

Sanji would almost immediately be aware that you’re mad at him.

Ever since the first time you ignored him during the day, this guy would go back to every single thing he has ever done that might’ve made you mad

(Due to his experience as a certified and professional simp 😔)

He’ll try and make it up to you, from making a drink or snack for you to making a cheesy romantic setting

mf is desperate and will make sure you aren’t mad at him at all

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Ace (wc: 86)

I think he wouldn’t also take that long to realize that you’re mad at him like Sanji

First thing he’ll probably do his get advice from Whitebeard, or just anyone else in general, (Marco, Izou, etc, etc 🥲)

And once he realizes where he’s messed up he’ll apologize in the best way he can (and knows 😭😭)

He’ll try giving you some flowers, (he’ll prolly burn them before he gets them to you- but he’s trying okay 😔)

And try apologizing with lots of hugs and cuddles like Luffy

(he’s so clingy istg)

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[supervillain-smut]

Hoss we about Captain Cold being a little too warm 😉 and decides that being naked with you is more fun

Thank you ☺️

"Fuck! Oh, god!" Leonard Snart, aka Captain Cold, and your boyfriend, groaned for the 15th time in about an hour. "Too hot, fuck I'm too hot! WHY IS IT SO HOT IN HERE?! MICK! I'M BLAMING YOU!" Len shouted loud enough so hopefully Mick could hear him while he was working on the AC in the backyard of your shared house.

"YEAH, YEAH, I KNOW! YOU TOUCH THE THERMOSTAT ONE DAMN TIME, AND NOW IT'S YOUR FAULT IT'S BROKEN!" Mick yelled back, throwing a bolt at the window he'd regret throwing later as he'd have to find it in the grass.

You, however, sat relatively cool in front of a box fan working its hardest, peeking over at the two men every time they spoke or made a noise. Apparently, this time Len had accepted the AC would take longer than him getting heat stroke and chose to shed his iconic parka. A rare sight indeed. You took the time to admire Len in his joggers and black thermal shirt. The shirt was tight to his body, to effectively trap his body heat, but its main purpose right now was leaving very little to the imagination of his torso.

Len was no Olympic athlete; no six-pack to be found on the Rogue who did almost nothing but sit around planning heists, drinking beer, and watching the latest hockey game until there was action to be had. He was no slob when it came to him and his body, personal hygiene included. His outline from his shoulders to his waist still formed a V, and his arms got enough work holding that cryo-gun all the time, let alone his strong legs from constantly moving around to avoid getting hit while trying to hit back. He was soft and comfortable, while still being fit for his job. It was perfect for you to lay on him but now wasn't the time.

You had shed your own long-sleeved shirt and joggers that were usually required when living with the Captain Cold, and had traded them for a tank top and shorts; they'd shrunk in the wash last time James did laundry, so you were fighting to keep them covering your butt completely. "Babe, can you grab me a water from the fridge? I'm dying over here." Len always asked you so nicely for things. He mostly liked to spoil you, so asking was a big deal for him.

"Sure, Len. I was just about to grab one anyway." You fibbed as you got up and sauntered to the fridge, feeling eyes on you the whole way, especially when you had to crouch to reach the coldest ones on the bottom shelf. When you turned back around, you stopped in your tracks at what was in front of you. Len, while you were busy, had taken off the thermal and was now sitting leaning back on the couch bare-chested and patting his face dry with a damp towel. You walked over and handed the water bottle to him.

"Thanks, babe, you're the best. Could you maybe do one more thing while you're up?" "Sure, Len." "Could you run this under cold water again?" "Yeah, of course." You had to stop yourself from muttering or whispering your responses as you grabbed the towel and ran it under the faucet, wringing it out so it wasn't soaked, and handed it back to Len, who pulled you into his lap for a quick kiss. As much as you loved the sight and feel of him half-naked, the sweat was not a great feeling, and you really wanted to get back to your fan, so you brought your cold water bottle to the back of his neck.

This, however, backfired when Len straightened up for a second in shock before letting out a moan. "Oh, that feels so good..." The sentence had sent a wave of heat straight to your core, and you tried to laugh off the awkward feeling. Len pulled you even further into his lap and leaned his head back into the water bottle to cool down. "I hate this heat. I wanna just strip and lay on an ice block. Anything would be better than this." Len groaned.

"Why don't you put that cold gun to good use?" You suggested, gesturing to the weapon sitting on the workbench. "I told you, the gun's not a power to abuse. Besides, it's going to leave an even bigger mess once the ice melts." "... What about a small layer? Wouldn't it just evaporate after some time? We could lightly frost the bed and just lay on it." Len looked at you amused for a moment before he changed to thought. "You know what, that would work; and it sounds like a capital idea. Come on." Len said as he got up after you and grabbed the gun, following you up to your shared room, his eyes never leaving your ass.

As soon as you were both inside, you shut the door only to squeak in surprise as Len pinned you against the door, attacking your neck with kisses. "Fuck, those shorts look so good on you. Just can't keep my hands to myself. You want me to stop, now's the time to say so." Len panted as he looked you in the eyes and loosened his grip on your wrists, giving you space and wiggle room; neither of which you wanted.

"Stop? I say go. Why don't we put that bed idea into action?" You spoke in a sultry tone as you gently pushed him backward towards the bed. "Fuck, I love you." Len breathed as he turned around long enough to lightly frost the bed, immediately throwing you onto it, and dropping the cold gun on the floor. You gasped at the sudden cold as Len climbed over you, resuming his attack on your neck.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and he began to grind into you half-erect. Len's hand drifted lower and lower down your body before pulling your panties to the side and dipping a finger into your heat, curling it. "Fuck! Len!" You cried out as he delved another finger past your folds. "That's it. You're being so good for me."

He continued to finger you for a while, and just when you felt that coil starting to tighten, he stopped. "Len! No! Please, don't stop!" "Sorry, darling, I have to if you want me to fuck you properly. You want me to fuck you, or do you wanna come like this?" You lay there panting as you thought. "I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Len." "Atta girl. Come here." Len kissed behind your ear as he pulled his boxers down and pumped himself a few times, a bead of pre-cum spilling from the tip before he pushed into you with a groan.

"Fuck, you feel so good. All mine. So beautiful and perfect, just for me." Len groaned into your ear as he pushed in until he couldn't anymore. He slowly drew back until just his tip was sheathed, then slammed back into you, nearly knocking the wind out of you with pleasure. You locked your ankles around his hips, encouraging him to set a steady pace as he fucked into you.

the smell and sound of sex filled the room as you went at it, coaxing a few orgasms out of each other, not noticing the temperature cooling as Mick had fixed the air conditioner. By the time you were both spent, you were shivering. Len pulled you into him and kissed the top of your head. "Here, lemme go get your robe. Keep you warm until you wanna get dressed." Len said as he pulled his joggers on, commando underneath, he left and quickly returned with your favorite fluffy bathrobe and helped you into it before climbing into bed and scooping you towards him, nestling your face into his neck as he massaged circles into your hip and lower back.

[sun-snatcher]

Say less bestie! Could we get a continuation of limbo losers club but like wade makes y/n trip and kind of falls into gambit’s arms or some cheesy stuff like that please and thank u 🙏🏼 ☺️ hope ur having a good day or night💜

♧ ⎯ CONTACT-HIGH

summ.  You and Gambit become roommates. Wade can’t play Poker to save his life, but he can sure as hell play wingman. Kind of. pairing. Void!Gambit x f!Anomaly!reader , (established in #WELUCKYFEW) a/n.  A drabble. Have a dash of world-building, domesticity, and more Cajun!

IT TAKES A WEEK to settle in your new home.

Will probably take alot more to break in the whole new-Universe thing, though.

Anyway. Vanessa is a Saint, is what you conclude along with Remy, once you discover she’s the one responsible for pulling at some close strings to find both of you an apartment for the time being. 

Favours had been called. I’s dotted, t’s crossed; IOU’s are hashed out— that sort of thing.

Neither of you will fit at Wade’s space, she’d joked over the initial tour, Unless you’re fine with sharing a bed with him and Blind Al, ofcourse. In which case, by all means— I don’t judge. 

So she’d thrown a housewarming party as the final cherry ontop. Something simple; something easing. 

Acclimatising, if you will.

Sunday evening is already slowing down considerably, the bottle of vodka Laura brought over as a gift having buzzed you high enough to know you should probably avoid pouring yourself a subsequent cup. 

(She’d apparently stolen it from Colossus’ collection. “I’m at Professor Xavier’s school, for now,” she’d explained. “It’s… nice. Been awhile since I’ve been around that many mutants.”)

Over a messy table of candies as make-shift chips, an informal game of Poker unravels to its end. Vanessa and you have already folded, taking to watching in amusement as Wade narrows his eyes suspiciously at the Cajun. 

“…I bet that blink you just made is your tell. I don’t know, really; this is honestly just an elaborate excuse to stare at that beautiful face of yours—” he rambles, still staring comically for a shift in Remy’s calm mien. “No? Nothing? Damn. I’ll go All in, baby."

“I call,” huffs Logan, sliding his spill of jellybeans forward and sinking back into the sun faded cushions. He tosses down a Three-of-a-kind and a King-high. Decent.

“Full boat,” Wade declares, confidently setting his cards. “Pair of drag-Queens. Three Aces.”

Remy smiles. 

…You know that look.

“Pauvre bête,” he coos, spreading out his winning hand almost lazily— Spades in stunning sequence; a Straight Flush. “D’you think Gambit was bluffin’, mes amis?”  *

The table erupts in a half-defeated, half-impressed chorus of laughter.

Remy, unconsciously, glances your way. 

The wind-chime ring of your laugh is probably the most intoxicating thing in this room. You look different, he thinks privately, eyeing the high slope of your brow; the hollow of your throat as you throw your head back.

You’re bubbly. Glowing. It isn’t the alcohol, no. This is… a flash of yourself before everything. 

Not so laden with that forlorn, undersurface grief you always try to hide from him; Not so war-torn nor heartbroken from a moribund time.

It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. 

“Lâche pas la patate, mon petit rouge,” Remy gathers his deck back along with his thoughts, self-soothing himself with a comforting shuffle of cards before he drifts any deeper into his head and haywires. “C’est la vie.”  *

“Again, not a single word— Stray!” Wade protests, “He’s speaking Simlish again. And I swear he’s cheating. Party magician here probably has an extra card shoved down his pants somewhere.”

Logan snorts. “Did’ya really think you’d win a game against a dealer named Gambit, bub?”

“My friend Domino can. It’s a shame she conveniently disappeared after Deadpool 2 released.” Wade makes a sour face. “And I bet she doesn’t even know how to play Poker.”

Laura, atop a stool, downs the remains of her drink. “As far as I know, only Matt managed to win against him back when we were at the Void.”

Juice goes down the wrong pipe just as you stand, shakily, from your post on the loveseat. “Pause— Daredevil?” you choke out a laugh, “Isn’t he literally blind?” 

“Mais, that was one time, chèr!” Remy overrides in light defiance. “He was canaille, he. Listened to my heartbeat as a tell, that couyon.”  *

“Wow, Wade, someone who couldn’t even see his own cards beat Gambit before you. What’s your excuse?”

Laura cackles. He feigns a gasp. “That’s, like, totally ableist to my beloved roommate Blind Al. Blindness is a spectrum, you ass!”

“Actually very true. I apologise,” you yield, palms shooting up. 

And then you’re stumbling your way through the couch-tangle of everyone’s legs, carefully stamping between spaces as your head swims decidedly between another drink or a trip to the bathroom. “Now, if you’ll excuse m—”

Miscalculation. You barely get the time to react. Wade had left his foot out and mistakenly tagged your ankle on a chaste side-step, and the next thing you know—

You trip.

Hard. 

The world tilts on its axis as you stumble.

Someone— 

Someone catches you by the forearm. 

It’s Remy. 

“Easy, chèr,” he steadies, a small laugh bubbling out of him; though it hadn’t been unkind. The sea-green shift in his watchful eyes brim with gentle concern, if anything. 

“If y’wanted an excuse t’hold my hand, mais, y’coulda just axed me.”

Something in your chest skips; stutters; stumbles. That lightning-reflex has always been an attractive feat of his. And that annoyingly sharp, charming smile.

“...Y’alright? Casséd, chèr?”  *

His accent rings twice as saccharine-sweet in your tipsy haze. “What?”

“Drunk,” he translates patiently, gently guiding you out the fray with an outstretched hand as you pass by.

Contact-high, Remy akins it, this wired strum up his spine. Your hot touch is just as, if not more, intoxicating than your sunburst laugh. He hopes to whatever God above that you don’t feel the current of his instinctual, hesitant, charge crawling underneath his skin. 

Your nimble fingers slide away from his.

(Electricity. Static. You wonder if perhaps it’s from the wool of your sweater.)

“No,” you answer, honestly. After all, the sheer embarrassment alone had you sobering up in the space of a breath. You can feel your cheeks aflame as you clear your throat. “Not yet, atleast,” you try to joke, “But I’m good, guys. My bad.”

“My bad, actually,” Wade points out, sounding anything but apologetic. “Whoops.”

Vanessa bites back a laugh. 

Couyon, Remy murmurs to him with a piercing look, once you’d finally gone out of sight.

There’s a flash of pink-purple in his eyes.

And then—

Something flicks the merc square in the chest, knocking the breath right out of his lungs.

“F—ucking hell,” Wade croaks. 

“Did… did you just fracture my sternum with a beer cap?!”

 *Cajun Footnotes:

Pauvre (ti) bête — Poor (little) thing Lâche pas la patate — Don’t give up/hang in there (Literally: don’t let go of the potato) C’est la vie — Such is life/That’s life Canaille — Mischievous/Wily Cassé — Drunk Couyon — Fool/Idiot Mes amis — My friends (Mon) petit rouge — (My) Little red Axe — Ask (Not a translation, more a pronunciation.)

[library-of-ohara]

Anon requested

🙋‍♀️ First of all, LOVE YOU GUYS SM ❤️ I literally follow all you guys’ blogs and wish I could support you all better if school wasn’t so expensive 😭😭

But if any of you feel like it, I recently saw a scenario with Ace finding out his S/O used to be a slave and it got me thinking, how would Killer/Kidd/and Marco comfort an S/O who went through something traumatic/previous abusive partner/bullying/etc.? What would their reaction be?

Anyways, thank you for all your work ☺️☺️☺️

I can't speak for the others, but knowing that you like our content and enjoy it, is enough support for me. Not all support has to be financial, sometimes a like is enough, though a re-blog is great too. Supporting others, can also be done to make sure others will see their work. I'm not telling you what to do, just coming with some suggetions to how else to support us.

Anyway, I managed to write both Marco and Kid for you and I should warn you, I have never written Kid before, but wanted to give it a try.

This was written by Didi [@usopp-writes]

Enjoy <3

Marco and Kid x GN reader (serparately) SFW Word count: 1,395 TW: Mentions of abuse

Marco

There was only one person on the ship that knew why you’d left your home island behind and why you never looked back and never really talked about it. It was the captain, your father figure. You didn’t feel comfortable talking about it, so he didn’t push you, but gave you his love and care. It was still traumatic for you to think about it, even now, after you’d been part of this family for two years. Some things just took time and other things were better to just forget. In your case, you didn’t know which was better.

Falling in love hadn’t been on your mind, you actually had hoped to go through the rest of your life without it, but it happened and somehow – don’t ask you how, you still didn’t know – the man you’d fell in love with was feeling the same. Now you were dating him, which wasn’t all that easy for you, though you tried hard to be normal in your new relationship with Marco. You weren’t that physical and you were happy that he respected it, though you could tell he wanted to know why you sometimes would tense up, when he took your hand or when he raised his voice against some of your siblings, when they’d messed up.

“You know that you can tell me everything, yoi.” His voice was so soft and soothing; you could tell he cared deeply for you.

Pulling your legs to your chest – you felt protected like this – you simply nodded. Silence fell between you for a long moment, before you told him why you had left and barely taken anything with you. The words spilled from your lips, tears flowing freely down your cheeks, as you recalled all the times your husband had hit you or verbally assaulted you and all the times he had locked you up or forced himself upon you. One you got started, you couldn’t stop and when all had been said, you cried and rocked yourself, still traumatized over the years of abuse you’d been through.

Marco hadn’t expected any of this and it shocked him. How could anyone be so cruel to the ones they claimed to love? No, Marco was sure that your husband hadn’t loved you. That was the real cruelty. Slowly Marco went to sit down next to you, taking your hand and rubbing it with his thumb. He would have pulled you close to him, but now knowing what you’d been through, he would wait until you felt more comfortable in your relationship and trusted him.

“We’ll get through this together, my love. I’ll show you what real love is and I’ll make sure you are as comfortable as you can be. Slowly we’ll push your comfort zone bigger. From this day forward, I’ll be at your side.” He knew that words could sound like empty promises, but it was more a promise to himself too. From this day, whenever you needed peace or being alone with him, you would find him right at your side. Even if he was always busy, he always made time for you and only when things were critical – like he was giving medical aid to someone – you couldn’t expect him to throw everything aside for you, which you never did.

With Marco at your side, you slowly got more comfortable with physical touches, less uncomfortable when he was scolding others and you started to bloom. You had never expected to find this sort of love and devotion on a ship filled with pirates, but you did and you finally felt that your life was beautiful.

Kid

Like everyone else on the island, you’d of course heard and read about the Kid Pirates, so when they landed on your island, you hadn’t been able to contain your curiosity. In your mind, pirates were cool and interesting, they sailed the sea and most important, they were free. Something you didn’t feel, your parents were controlling every move you made or at least it felt like that. That had been why you had snuck out and down to the harbor to at least get a glimpse of the freedom the pirates had. You hadn’t expected to find courage enough to stand up to the pirates, but when you did; you had somehow found yourself on board their ship and part of their crew.

That was 1½ years ago and you didn’t regret your decision. You had the freedom you had always longed for, but you had also love, though dating your captain wasn’t always easy and he was overly jealous from time to time. Even so, you were happy. Kid gave you what you heart had longed for the most, freedom. That didn’t mean that you didn’t have bad days, where you lied in bed, curled up in a ball, refusing to leave.

“Just because you’re my girl, it doesn’t mean you can’t pull your weight around here. You’ve been sulking for three days now, y/n. Get out or I’ll force you out.” Kid warned you, as he stood at the bed.

You peeked over the blanket, could see his annoyance and it just made everything worse for you. Right now, he reminded you too much of your parents, how they had forced you to do chores, to learn, to practice in being the perfect daughter and a wife-to-be. Not that Kid knew this, you’d never told him how trapped you had been in your own home. Now you felt trapped again, even if you knew it was irrational to feel that way. You had everything your heart longed for.

A sob escaped your lips, as guilt filled your chest. One sob became two, became more and soon you were crying.

“Oi, what the heck is wrong with you?” Kid might speak rudely, but there was a concern in his tone. He crawled into bed with you, pulling the blanket aside, so he could crawl under it and hold you. This was a side of him not many knew about him and even fewer saw. When he was all caring and kind, not brutally shoving emotions down or to the side, he was actually a great man and boyfriend.

You calmed down enough to gather your thoughts. Maybe it was about time you told him about your childhood and how growing up had felt like you were a prisoner in your own life. And you did. Before you could hold yourself back, you told him everything. From how your life had been planned by your parents, to how little you were allowed to do and how you were forced to obey them or face the consequences of them ignoring you or guilt tripping you apologize and do what they wanted. How you had never been allowed to make your own decision or do what you wanted to. Once everything had been said, through tears and voice cracking, silence fell upon you.

It took a long while before Kid would speak and in the meantime, you started to feel uncomfortable, afraid even, though never did his arms leave you. He was holding you tight, but also gently, as if to tell that you had his love and he wanted to take your pain.

“What island did you come from again?” He asked, voice dark and cold.

You shook your head, not wanting to ever go back again. “Why do you want to go there?”

He didn’t answer right away and when he spoke, it was as if he hadn’t asked about where you came from. “Let me know if those feelings of being trapped come again or if someone is pushing your boundaries, even if I’m the one doing so. I want to help you get through them. You’re free, y/n. No need to keep being bound by feelings that are in the past.”

You didn’t know he was this insightful, but it was nice. Nodding, you snuggled closer to him, needing just a little more time like this, before getting up and pull your weight. It would be easier now, since you knew Kid was at your side, even if he wasn’t going to show it in front of everyone else. Just the thought of him taking care of your well-being too, was enough for you to slowly letting go of all the insecurities and the past.

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 2919

i have had limited personal space today.

i also got overwhelmed a bunch and cheered for jousting and gave a flower as a token to a squire because she was really pretty.

i didn't sleep too great last night because couches and no AC are my nemeses.

also i looked fire today but i took no pictures until child was off at camp and friend and i were at dinner.

we went to the faire this morning and it was a lot! and a lot of fun. i threw an axe! it stayed in the wall a few times! i even hit the target twice! and i bought and drank bad root beer and i wanted a turkey leg but those were $23 and i wasn't prepared to do that so friend and i simply went to kennebunk for dinner and went to federal jack's. it was really good.

we drove around for a bit before i brought her home and i came back to joel's. i got back about 25 minutes ago. i ache all over, i'm very tired, and i was sweating so much today that my sweat dripped down my shin. gross.

anyway, i have appointments tomorrow so i'll go and do that stuff and not go to work and maybe take a nap because i deserve a nap after the child bumping into me all day. i need space. fo real.

sheesh. but i'm happy i get to be next to joel now. he's squishy and comfy and sweet and i love him a lot.

☺️