#i would prefer to not be sitting here thinking

[yapileon]

@TacklersCulers: The Chaotic Teen Serie pt. 3

fcb femení x chaoticteen!reader pt. 1 — pt. 2 2670w, it's kinda angsty, be warned<3 r gets nicknamed: "Diablilla" aka little devil in spanish as an endearment term "Skrulla" aka goofball/silly in norwegian for a mischievous child

17yo La Masia defender gets promoted to the first team. Will you be able to keep your fcb femení fan account hidden while slowly making your place in the team with your idols?

You lean your head back against the metal locker, a smug smirk tugging at your lips. Your eyes meet Pina's and you can't help but choke back a snort. 

You had called the forward in the morning, asking her to come pick you up since you wouldn't be able to walk to training like you had done for the past years. 

"You owe it to me after that whole mess you started about my phone wallpaper yesterday," you huffed. While you weren't actually mad at Pina, you were sure as hell going to milk every favor you could out of her. 

"Sure," she agreed without even needing a reason. This team was a family. If you needed a ride and she could help you out, she would do it, no questions asked. 

“Do you have space in the trunk for…” you trailed off, unsure if you could trust her now. If she said no, then your plan would fail.

“Sí, Diablilla, now tell me the plan,” you could hear her chuckle through the phone like she had read your thoughts. And just like that, you became partners in crime.

The both of you arrived at the training centre giggling like children, clutching at each other's arms from how much you were laughing. You had underestimated how mischievous Pina could be for a good joke. Coming up with an ever better plan than the original, you both go straight to work. 

The locker room is slowly filling, everyone realizing what you had done, most people figuring out Pina was in on it too with the glances you kept exchanging. Hushed whispers were heard around the room, everyone waiting for Mapi to come in. Pina had a phone propped up to capture it all.

You were doom scrolling your fan account, posting some more memes when the door opened again. You knew she had to arrive soon, almost everyone else was here already. 

Silence. 

You looked up to see Mapi walking in, smiling and in a good mood like usual, with Ingrid trailing behind. You bite your jersey to hide a smile you can’t camouflage. 

Mapi stood frozen, looking at her locker. Something was occupying her chair. The cardboard cutout of her doing her lion pose you owned. Fake Mapi was flexing and showing her teeth like an animal ready to fight. She burst out laughing, wheezing and letting herself fall on a chair. 

It was the cue for the whole team to explode. Pina’s voice shot up, barely hearable over the laughing. “Say hi for Instagram, Mapi!” she was moving around so much you were sure the video wouldn’t even be good.

Alexia had been standing on the side of the room, an eyebrow raised, “Of course it’s you two.” she spoke, shaking her head disapprovingly. But even serious Alexia couldn’t hold back a smile. 

“I gotta admit kid, I didn’t think you’d actually bring it,” the centre back wheezed, wiping tears away from her eyes. 

The joyful energy was only made more electric by Ingrid, who leaned into the joke. Ingrid looked alternatively between Mapi sitting on the chair and the cardboard. She posed, mimicking being deep in thoughts. 

"Mmh, which one is my girlfriend?" she had said, grinning. 

“Pina! Get this on the video!” you shouted, gesturing to whatever was about to happen, the woman happily nodded. 

She slid down next to the cardboard, throwing her arm around the fake Mapi "This one!" she exclaimed, sending everyone toppling over.

Mapi gave her a shocked look, still laughing. "Oh I see how it goes, everyone prefers that pale copy now" she feigned annoyance. Ingrid kissed the cheek of the cardboard while Mapi pouted, voice shaky as she added, “what does she have that I don’t?”

“This one doesn’t argue when I’m right.” Ingrid answered, the Norwegian might have become your favourite person in the world right now. The look on the Spaniard’s face was priceless, you could have rolled on the floor.

"El León stole the spotlight!" it was Jana who had chimed in. She was next to Pina and Patri, all three of them waving for you to get closer. You jumped to their side, hovering over Jana’s shoulder to look at the phone. 

They had posted the video seconds ago on the main Barcelona account and it was already shaking up the internet. As the team calmed down and finished getting ready, thousands of comments popped up, requesting more videos. So the four of you obliged. 

You posed Mapi and the cutout next to each other taking a picture and doing a poll in the story, which read “Which is the better Mapi?” You knew social media, you knew how to bring in numbers. 

Jana and Patri took the fake Mapi to the field while Pina and you ran to get some footballs. Both of you laughed when the cardboard had deflected a shot, still careful to keep it intact as you wanted to bring it back home safely. You all screamed “AND SHE DOES IT AGAIN, SAVING THE DAY!” zooming on it and then on Mapi, who watched with the biggest smile on her face. Mapi grabbed the phone to take selfies with the cutout. Everything was posted on the account, this would be the first thing fans ever got to see from you, and you weren’t disappointed. This was a masterpiece of an introduction to the world. 

In this moment, the bond that you had with this team felt invincible. Feeling more alive than you ever had previously. For some minutes, before Pina had arrived to pick you up, you had doubted. Maybe they wouldn’t find it funny, maybe it would make them realize how childish you really were. But even the older, more mature players had laughed at your banter. Pina had treated you like a little sister, Mapi and Ingrid played along. There was a warmth in their teasing that made you feel at home. 

So much so that you didn’t even try to argue with Alexia when she clapped, asking for everyone’s attention. “Everybody calm down, training now, chaos later.” she said firmly. 

When she saw you grinning, she approached, “Yes even you, Diablilla” she joked, ruffling your hair. “Show us what you can do, besides being a trickster.”

So you hopped off, starting to stretch, warming up your muscles. This left you some time to reflect on the whole situation. You inhaled deeply. The first training session that you had had with the team had gone well, but you were aware it was a chill one, to ease you in the team. Pere had warned you today would be “intense”, as he had said exactly. You felt ready for what they were about to throw at you. You could feel yourself getting more focused, though you were still up for a good joke if the opportunity was there. The team was currently doing sprints to activate their body before doing drills and scrimmages. 

Caro groaned after the last set, “Why do we even do this?” She was clutching her sides, trying to find her breath again.

‘So we can outrun the refs when they try to card us.” you mumbled, sprints weren’t your favorite exercise either. 

Except it seemed you did not say this as low as you intended. You looked up to see most of the team staring at you. Most veterans seemed shocked, the younger players not so much. In the corner of your eyes you could see Jana and Salma holding in a chuckle. 

“What?” you remarked, in disbelief, blush creeping onto your cheeks. Alright, it’s true that it wasn’t very smart of you to admit you were prone to getting cards so much you had to learn how to run away from the refs. 

“Dios mío!” Alexia exclaimed, putting her hand on her forehead, “Irene! You’re going to teach Cariño how to behave, sí?” she added with a sigh. 

“Not fair! Why is Caro even complaining,” you were interrupted by Irene trying to drag you away, but you persisted, “like she didn’t run at 32 km/h during the 2023 world cup?” you grumbled. 

Caro raised an eyebrow, looking at you with a proud expression. “You’re a fan now? I thought you only liked defenders.” she replied, voice full of playfulness. 

“I keep myself updated on statistics.” you attempted to say, trailing off knowing the team would, once again, never let you live that down. 

Salma came up next to you, “So you know statistics on everyone here?” she smirked, barking out a laugh when your eyes widened in horror. 

“Sorry! Can’t hear you I’m too far away getting ready for the drills,” you walked off with Irene, miming not being able to hear. 

“This isn’t over Diablilla!” screamed Vicky, “we’ll get all your fangirl secrets out of you later.” 

Oh, Vicky, if only you knew. 

As you made your way next to the other defenders, you let out a breath. Determination taking over your cheeky eyes, you touched the tip of both of your boots with your fingers. The last of your rituals, this meant the game was on. 

You threw yourself in all the tasks the coach had you do. While your inexperience showed on certain drills, your will to do well still pleased the team. In some ways, having spent so many years studying everything about that team helped you on the pitch. You could guess where Alexia would try to do a backward pass, or where Aitana’s ball control might be more problematic to intercept. You tried your best to mirror Mapi, bending your knee lows, trying to push attackers on the side you wanted. An interception you made earned you a wide grin from Mapi while Ingrid had her thumbs up toward the sky to congratulate you. A shy smile creeped on your lips.

You were putting up a solid fight, having done a few successful tackles during a particularly difficult scrimmage. Maybe it’s how you ended up messing up so bad. The confidence rushed through you when you decided to slide tackle Caro. She was doing a solo run, and you were feeling mixed, split between not wanting to lose if she scored an equalizer and wanting praises from your teammates. It was childish, really. Almost shameful. You weren’t here to be praised, you were here to work. But she was running, and you were shoulder to shoulder with her. It felt like the right timing, so you slid. The adrenaline rush was so strong that you didn’t use your brain enough. You knew she was a master at feints, but still for a second you thought you had it. 

You sensed the wet grass brushing against your skin, until the grass was replaced with a training cone you collided with. You froze, your whole body burning, watching in horror as Caro continued her run, chipping the ball over Cata, making her team come up to 2-2. And that was your fault, if you had accessed the situation for longer, you wouldn’t have dived head first into an unnecessary tackle.

Ingrid jogged over to you, “You alright, Skrulla?” reaching her hands to help you stand up. If your ears weren’t ringing so bad from the shame and confusion, you would have asked the Norwegian what it meant. 

You shrugged, wiping the grass from your shorts in embarrassment. 

You knew you didn’t do a good job hiding it when the green eyed woman added, “At least it wasn’t my back this time?” She was smiling brightly at you, so you forced out a laugh, the emotions stuck in your throat. 

You shook your head, going back into position. Any positive feeling from your earlier exploit long gone. You tried to brush it off, but you were so frustrated with yourself and still had half the session to go through. So you pushed yourself more, hoping to erase the bad memory. 

It didn’t work though. By the time training finished, you were exhausted. Letting yourself flop on the ground, you clutched at your chest in pain. Little by little your abilities on the pitch had faded away, each pass connecting less and less, your timing getting worse. Everyone could see it, and some of your teammates gave you questioning looks. You couldn’t deal with the attention on you, so you jumped up and made a beeline for the lockers. 

You showered quicker than you thought possible, but by the time you were done, multiples of your teammates were around you. The buzzing of the room annoyed you more than it ever had previously. 

You look up to see Ingrid and Mapi whispering, throwing glances at you. So, like the child you are, you grabbed your cardboard cutout and fled. Waving off a very confused Pina who thought she’d drive you back home. 

As you walk, you can’t help but feel increasingly stupid. You know you shouldn't be nearly as bothered with that tackle as you currently were. It was so stupid. But it was so badly timed and you were ashamed about it. Sure your teammates were nice to you, and you all laughed together, but with that awful move you had just pulled? There was no way they'd ever trust you on the field. How could they trust you if you couldn't even slide tackle an opponent? Why would Pere give you any minutes if you messed up so bad when there was no pressure on you. 

By the time you reached your dorm, you could feel tears rolling down your cheeks. You quickly wiped them with your sleeve, throwing yourself on your bed.  

That was the down side of your brain. The obsession over football, that one singular process who made you apart from other players but was also your downfall. The way you’d obsess over every single one of your flaws, needing to perfect them all. Needing to have as much information on players. You’d drive yourself crazy and sleep deprived watching footage until the birds would sing outside, signaling you it was early morning. It wasn’t healthy. But it was all you knew.

You had grown up with coaches who had screamed at you that the difference between an amateur and a pro was when they stopped their drills. An amateur does it right once and stops, a pro keeps going until they can’t get it wrong. So you just kept pushing. In some way, you hoped your brain would ease off having finally made the first team. It hadn’t.

You rolled over, looking at the fake Mapi, still deep in thoughts. Your eye caught sight of a black mark on it, making you jump in a hurry. Had you damaged it while walking back home? Or when Pina and you were using it for shooting practice? Frowning, you leaned closer trying to figure out what had happened. 

You gasped when you saw it.

You have the potential to be one of the greatest.

— Mapi 

You let the tip of your fingers brush over the writing. Your idol hadn’t only signed the cardboard without you even asking, she had written this. You felt a tug at your heartstring, and promised yourself to thank her profusely tomorrow. 

For now, the only thing you could do was calm down. You inhaled deeply, feeling the rise of your ribcage, and exhaled softly, trying to release any tensions in your body. Maybe it was fine, maybe nobody would be mad at you, maybe you’d be able to fix it during the next training. 

You needed a distraction, so you pulled out your phone to check the latest post from your fan account.

TacklerCulers

tacklerculers: Did you know? Attackers that trip in front of Mapi León are actually just nervous to be close to her.

barcafan11: @TacklersCulers Are you going to talk about the new signing we saw on the official barça page today?

alex1aa: I’m really disappointed, Barça does not need a clown.

b0nmat12: I hope she’s just a social media person and not a player, otherwise we’re doomed for the Champions League.

Your stomach twisted when you saw the comments. You threw the phone at the wall and buried yourself into the blanket on your bed. The weight of failure still crushing your chest.

[heart-eyed-love]

Spaghetti and Sacrifices

Summary | An obscene amount of candles has you thinking something that Eddie hadn’t intended, at least there’s some spaghetti to make up for that

Contains | Fem!Reader, Friends-to-Lovers, Cursing, Mentions of not being a virgin (lies! but dw, it’ll come up again at some point), Eddie has hopeless romanticness running through his blood and doesn’t even know

Pairings | BestFriend!Eddie x BestFriend!Reader

Word Count | 1.2k

“You know, I made enough for multiple servings not because I wanted you to eat it all.” Wayne eyes Eddie as he slides his coat on getting ready to leave for the night and head out to work.

“Why make so much if you’re gonna judge me for eating it?” Eddie turns his head back to look at his uncle.

“I’ve been seeing Y/n’s mom around less and less, I made enough so maybe you’d invite your friend over and get a good meal in her.” Eddie looks up from his plate of spaghetti and out the window to your trailer, right across from theirs. To no one's surprise the night was getting darker and your mom’s car is still gone. The only light on in your home was through the window that led to your bedroom.

Wayne right. They’ve been seeing less and less of your mom, it’s not like either one of them really went out of their way to seek her out. But she’s your mom, so the casualties were basically required at this point in the friendship.

They wouldn’t be all the surprised if you had seen her just as much as they had lately. You had informed him a few weeks back that she had gotten a new boyfriend and that she seemed to prefer to spend her nights with him now.

“Okay, well I’ll see you in the morning.”Wayne says as slips out the door, out into the night.

Eddie looks down to his plate, he could definitely go for seconds… but he’ll make sure to go get your first. He pulled another plate out of the cabinet before shoveling another slice of the garlic toast into his mouth before heading to the door.

He looked back to the living room area where he would hopefully be sitting with you for the rest of his dinner, but something was missing.

He headed over to the closet in the hallway, grabbing some candles and walking back into the living room. Wayne had a surprising amount of candles and Eddie was gonna use that to his advantage. He set them up on the coffee table in front of the couch.

He wasn’t entirely sure why he felt the candles were needed, he just did. A nice spaghetti dinner, in front of the Tv, with his best friend… yeah, sure. Why not?

Maybe he went a little overboard with the amount of candles but the ambiance was nice so that's all that really matters.

He threw on his jacket and Wayne’s slippers and slipped out the door. Making his way over to your window, tapping on it lightly.

You hear a small tapping at your window, pulling you from the book you were reading. Setting it down and walking to your window you already knew who was gonna be on the other side. You pull it up anyways, with a smirk on your face.

“My mother’s not here, Edward. You can use the front door.” You tease and he’s narrowing his eyes at the use of his full name.

“Yeah, well where’s the fun in that?”

“What is it you need?”

“Wayne made some dinner, spaghetti. Thought you might want some…” He says, finger twirling the ring round the other.

“Is there any garlic bread?” You question, as if it’s a deal breaker.

“You know there is.”

“Okay, I’ll be out in minute.” You say as you turn to slide your shoes on and then turn back in an attempt to shut your window.

“Wait, just climb out the window.” He says, stopping you from shutting it.

“Why?” You laugh in disbelief.

“Your mom’s never home, you never even have to try and be rebellious, just come out the window, it’ll be like you're sneaking out to come meet me.” He smirks, raising his brows.

He held your hand to help you down, you took it begrudgingly, rolling your eyes as you say, “As if I’d ever sneak out to meet you.”

“You know, sometimes you’re a little pain in my ass.” He says once you’re fully out of your window, he takes the window and shuts it.

“Well, good. I’m glad I was able to fulfill my true role in this friendship.” You smile brightly and he’s flicking your forehead. You shove his back as you both walk over to his trailer, he barely budges.

Hopping up the steps of his porch he opens the door for you, shoving your back into the trailer in return. But once you’re in you freeze at the sight.

Candles. So many candles.

The room is relaxing and the smell of Wayne’s meal makes you feel at home. Eddie walks past you and into the kitchen, “You want me to warm the spaghetti up for you?” He asks as he retrieves the plate he had gotten out for you.

You ignore his question, turning to look at him in the kitchen with an arched brow, “Is Wayne here?”

“Uh no…” He scratches the back of his neck, “no, it’s just us….”

“So it’s finally happening, huh?” You ask, causing Eddie to furrow his brows in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“You’re finally giving in to all the rumors people spread?” He’s still confused as you go on, “I’m not a virgin, you know?” And he freezes as you say that statement, the smirk on your face feels like you’re taunting him. He’s VERY confused now. Cause that’s like… that’s huge. He is also trying to connect why that’s important right now, and he’s also trying to understand why the thought is making him feel slightly sick.

But quickly you add, “So, I’m not so sure how well this virgin sacrifice will work for you.” He finally rolls his eyes at your teasing and walks back into the living room, shoving your plate over to you.

“You’re so annoying you know that?”

Only causing you to smile more, “So I’ve been told.”

Eddie watches you as you walk into the kitchen, filling your plate with the spaghetti, throwing a piece of the garlic toast on as well. But as he watched you he couldn’t help but think back to what you had said.

That was a joke too, right? The whole you not being a virgin thing was also part of the joke, right?

You walk back into the living room, shoving a whole forkful of the spaghetti into your mouth as you sit down next to him. “So what’s with the copious amount of candles?” You ask, mouth still full of spaghetti. Sometimes he wonders if you guys are too comfortable with each other… it’s not like it bothers him anymore, your little quirks, he just wonders if he’s getting too deep into this.

“Wayne likes them.”

“Yeah, right. I’m sure he does, but maybe not all at the same time.” You giggle.

“It smelt weird in here.” He lied.

“It’s two men living in a small trailer, it always smells weird.” Not even looking at him as you say it, like it’s just common knowledge. Obviously, you’re teasing, but sometimes Eddie has a hard time catching on.

“No, it- Wait, does it?” He asks a tad bit more frantically than he would’ve liked to come off. Causing you to let out a loud laugh.

“Jeez, it’s just too easy with you.”

He’s rolling his eyes, hiding the small smile fighting to make its way on his face by retrieving the remote and turning on the Tv, “Just shut up and eat your spaghetti.”

@evileyeandthecattywhumps

[demonpiratehuntress]

anxious

Portgas D. Ace x F!Reader

summary - you're very anxious and prone to panic attacks, and your boyfriend seems to forget that after a bad mission.

warnings - a little bit of angst, mean and kind of toxic Ace, hurt/comfort, panic attack triggers (or at least they are for my anxiety, idk about you guys but a warning anyway)

You were just trying to be thoughtful.

You hadn't known his mission had gone so sour.

It was a harmless surprise, and you hadn't known that he felt so strongly about it.

"SURPRISE!"

His expression went from anger, to shock, and back to anger in the span of ten seconds as he realised what was happening. One look at the decorations and the cake confirmed it.

"(Name), what is this?" Ace's hard gaze turned on you.

You shrunk back a little ,not used to being on the receiving end of that look, "You never celebrate your birthday, so I wanted-"

"There's a reason I don't!" He raised his voice, making you flinch.

"I-I'm sorry-" You started, panic flooding your body. "I didn't-"

"Think? No, you didn't," he cut you off harshly. "If you were thinking, you would have asked me first!" Small flames flickered on several parts of his body as he stepped closer, glaring menacingly.

At the first sign of your body trembling, Marco stepped between the two of you, "Ace, stop."

You felt humiliated. The rest of the crew had seen everything, and your face burned with embarrassment. You shook slightly, the panic growing until you became unsteady and stumbled, catching yourself on the wall.

You turned and fled, hot tears streaming down your face.

You barely made it into the room before you couldn't take it anymore, your entire frame shaking so violently you couldn't keep your balance. You fell to your hands and knees, unable to breathe as you sobbed.

Someone came in behind you, and you made out a figure trying to help you up, but you couldn't tell who it was before you passed out.

-

You woke up in your bed, but with an empty spot beside you. You frowned deeply - Ace hadn't slept here with you last night. He was never that upset with you, he always craved your touch regardless.

You sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You felt horrible, not just emotionally but physically too. Still, you got up to get ready.

Your first action was to find Marco, because if Ace hadn't come back last night then it must have been the doctor who put you in your bed. Which you were grateful for, but embarrassed about.

"(Name)! How are you feeling?" He offered you a warm smile when you eventually found him.

"Better," you admitted, "But..."

"I know. I'm sorry."

"It's not you who needs to apologise," you sighed. "But anyway, thank you for helping me last night. Have you seen Ace?" The moment you saw Marco's expression, your anxiety returned. "What?"

"(Name)..." He sighed. "I shouldn't tell you."

"Why?" But even as you asked, unease gnawed at you slowly and made you uncertain you wanted to know the answer.

Before Marco could answer, someone's shout from outside made you freeze up.

"Ace, there you are! Finally made it back from the bar? With all those pretty women that were surrounding you, we feared the worst!"

It was a harmless joke to the crewmate who'd spoken, but those words crushed whatever hope you were holding onto that you could talk to Ace about what happened.

Marco quickly went to close the door, "You can stay here if you'd prefer not to see him." He eyed your trembling hands, then added, "I think it would be best if I go talk to him."

All you could do was nod, before you had to force yourself to sit down. The anxiety you felt increased tenfold, making your head spin. The dizziness worsened, to the point that you felt as if you were going to faint again. You tried breathing in and out deeply, but that failed and the tears came before you could stop them.

How could one small issue, that could have been talked through rationally, cause this much hurt?

When you eventually ran out of tears and stopped shaking, you decided you'd had enough. Ignoring Marco's suggestion to stay there, you left his room and left the ship, going onto the island it was docked at.

Acting as if you didn't hear the confused calls and shouts of your concerned crewmates behind you.

A hand closed around your wrist before you could get too far, and without thinking you swivelled around and punched your assailant square in the nose.

Ace let go and stumbled back, a surprised and pained grunt leaving his lips as he covered his sore appendage, "I deserve that."

"What do you want?" You asked emotionlessly, arms crossed.

"To apologise," he looked up at you, guilt clear in his eyes. Hurt and panic joined it when he reached for you again but you flinched away from him. A first.

"For insulting me or for going to be with other girls on your birthday?" You snapped, crossing your arms.

His guilt worsened, "I...both."

"This is the worst apology I've ever heard."

"Look, I'm sorry," he pleaded, "I'm really, really sorry. You didn't make me upset, you never do. I was just...the mission went bad, and I barely got out of there and I was just so frustrated that I couldn't see or think straight. And I ended up hurting the person I love the most because of it." He stepped closer slowly, shoulders sagging in relief when you didn't move away. "I know it's not an excuse, and I feel so, so horrible for being the cause of a panic attack...But please let me make it up to you, I want to celebrate my birthday with you. You're the reason I want to celebrate it now. Please..."

The sincerity of his words and the pain in his eyes were enough to convince you that he was truly sorry. You sighed, finally letting your guard back down and taking his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"I forgive you, just...don't do it again. If you do I will throw you into the ocean."

His eyes lit up and he engulfed you in the tightest of hugs, "Deal!"

He sucked up to you hard the following few days, doing anything and everything you asked. He knew the crew took advantage of that and asked you to tell him to do certain things, but he never protested because he knew he had a lot to make up for.

He brought you breakfast in bed, forcing himself to wake up earlier than he would usually just to get you food for when you woke up. He made the bed and cleaned the room, organised your clothes and attended to you every need.

Because the thing about Ace is that he cares deeply, and loves even deeper. If he hurts someone he loves more than anything, he doesn't forgive himself easily and he grovels, hard. Even if you've already forgiven him.

But that's what you loved most about him, his passion for and commitment to the ones he loves.

[rubyin-wonderland]

Jealous Boy

opla!Zoro x gn!reader

Summary: When your drink is taking too long to make, a stranger makes his intentions known. Zoro isn't pleased.

WC: 1.9k

Warnings/tags: getting hit on, jealous Zoro

The bar has never been your scene. You aren't exactly fond of alcohol and while you can enjoy a lively locale, bars just don't do it for you. You'll put up with a few drinks for your crew, as long as everyone else is drinking as well, but that's it.

You know Zoro likes to drink. However, his social preference leans toward sitting alone nursing a bottle, instead of sipping from a glass surrounded by fellow drunks.

For the sake of the crew, the both of you go to bars whenever asked. The two of you rarely go out of your way to call attention to yourselves, but you have fun nonetheless.

You sit up at the bar, waiting for your drink. Everyone else is waiting at the table for you to rejoin them, but you've put in a complicated order apparently, so you must wait.

At first, Zoro had stayed with you, but when it was clear you would be staying there for a while, you urged him to go back with the others while you waited.

The wait has been long, and you wonder if the bartender is even trying to get something for you at all when you feel a presence at your side.

A stranger has sat down next to you. He's around your age and clearly local. You offer him a half hearted smile and turn away, trying not to engage.

You aren't exactly a big talker. At least not to drunken strangers at bars.

He orders his drink and it arrives almost immediately. You try not to look offended when his drink arrives and you begin to question if anyone is even working on your drink in the first place.

The man next to you taps the bar and a bartender arrives almost instantly, practically summoned to your neighbors call. "Get my friend here something too, okay?"

The bartender looks at you and you realize after one long second of blank staring that he's waiting for you to order. You repeat what you want and the bartender immediately gets to work, instead of ducking behind the counter and ignoring you like you hadn't even ordered.

"Thanks." You mumble to the stranger.

"No problem." He gives you a friendly smile and this time you feel as though you should put some actual effort into smiling back.

"So, what's someone like you doing in a place like this?" The line is overused, and less than enticing, but you entertain him anyways. "I'm trying to drink. The day is behind me, and so are my faults."

The stranger smiles as the bartender arrives with your drink, and you thank him.

You turn to leave, to go back to your friends, but the stranger speaks up again. "You're not from here." You turn to face him again. "Good catch." "How long are you staying?" His tone is getting more suggestive than you'd like.

"I'm staying for as long as my boat is docked." "Will it be docked," a suggestive grin appears on his face, "overnight?" He raises an eyebrow and you lean back, surprised and a little taken aback at his confidence. "What are you implying?" You ask, raising a brow.

"I think you know." He winks and you resist the urge to run away. "If you're up for it now, we can finish our drinks and leave before things get rowdy in here." You laugh at his advance, mostly out of shock. "Wow. You are something."

Zoro watches this whole interaction like a hawk. He has positioned himself at the table to assure the best view of you while you wait for your drink. Instead, he's forced to watch some idiot attempt to flirt with you. His eyes are laser focused on the stranger's head. He wants to put that man on his ass for even talking to you. For sidling up to you and convincing the bartender to fix your drink, unlike the one that ducked behind a curtain immediately after taking your order.

He watches the man's lips, deciphering the words as they come out. He sees the man call you "his friend" to get you your drink faster. He sees the cheesy pick up line and has to stop himself from grimacing at the rather pathetic attempts at wooing you. He sees the smile crossing the stranger's face and feels palpable disgust at the sight of it.

Worry sinks through his stomach and spreads through his veins as he tries to see any indication of reciprocity on your end. Your back is facing him. He's terrified that this man has managed to charm you, knowing full well he's not the most romantic of partners. He's no charmer, but you picked him, he picked you, and that is worth your loyalty.

Nami briefly snaps him out of his anger fueled trance. "Zoro. Did you hear a thing I just said?"

He frowns at her for breaking his concentration. "No. What?" "I wanted to know if our missing crewmate," she gestures at the empty spot in between him and Usopp in the booth, "has a drink yet. Since you insisted on facing the bar, I thought you'd know."

"Yeah, the drink's there. But some asshole is being chatty."

Nami raises an eyebrow and turns to look, seeing your conversation. "Jealous?" She tries to ask, just in time for Zoro to read the words "docked overnight" on the man's lips, a flirtatious eyebrow raise added to the words. What is he proposing? Zoro feels an extra bout of rage when he hears your surprised laugh. His vision is nearly red. In an act of necessity, he pushes out of the booth, trying to look as calm and collected as he can while he pushes through the bar, eventually ending up behind you.

"If you think I'm something now, just wait." The stranger gives you a sly grin that looks a little wrong, before it slides off his face completely. His eyes focus on something behind you. You turn to look, and a wave of relief hits you to see Zoro standing there.

You notice almost immediately that his hand is not at his side, or lazily hung over the hilt of his blade, but gripping it, as if ready to pull it out and demonstrate his swordsmanship in front of the entire bar.

"Hey Zoro, what's up?" You ask as kindly as you can, hoping he's there to bring you back to the table.

"We were wondering what was taking you so long." He says, his voice as level as he can keep it. "Oh, I just got caught up in conversation. No big deal." You give the stranger a false apologetic smile and reach down to pick up your drink.

"My offer stands for as long as I'm here." He slips a small piece of paper across the bar, his hand grazing yours as the paper slips under the pads of your fingers. Next to you, Zoro straightens up a little more, trying to look bigger, more intimidating. Like a threat. Because he is. The only physical thing keeping that man from a bunch of broken bones is you.

Your hand retreats, pulling the paper up with it, and carrying the drink closer to you, not even muttering a goodbye. Only turning back to give him a half smile just as Zoro shoots another death glare his way.

On the walk back to the table, you tap Zoro's hand with the death grip on his sword. "Relax." You order. He lets go, the tension still present in his hand. "Thanks for getting me." You smile, for real this time. "I was not having fun."

That lightens Zoro's mood. At least you didn't like the stranger too. It makes him feel a little proud for seeing it.

You slide into the booth without much fanfare, there's acknowledgement, but the conversations continue pretty quickly without you.

"You don't have to be such a jealous boy, Roronoa." You murmur under your breath, your hand gently patting his leg under the table. He's still tense, and his eyes keep shooting back to the bar, where the man frequently glances back at you. Zoro has shifted slightly closer to you about five separate times.

Zoro stiffens at your accusation. "Excuse you?" "Stop looking at that man at the bar. I'm not sitting with him anymore. I'm right here. Looking at you. Not him. You "

He grunts in return, slipping just a tiny bit closer to you, pushing the limits for his sheaths. They're starting to tug on the fabric of the booth, so he opts to tug you closer to him, an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer.

You pull the paper out of your pocket and set it on the table. "Are you worried about this?" You unfold it, revealing an address. Likely to the man's house. "You don't have to worry, Zoro. That's one hell of a walk. I'd never go for it."

He rolls his eyes and you laugh at him. One loud, short noise. "I wasn't going to accept his offer, if you were afraid that was ever going to happen."

"I wasn't afraid of that." He scoffs, looking away from both you and the man at the bar. "Sure you weren't." Your arms are crossed as you sit back lazily in the seat.

"Don't say it like that. I knew you wouldn't." "Sure you did."

He rolls his eyes again, and you refrain from joking about how he could fix a wagon with the amount his eyes were rolling.

Instead, you decide to play a game. "Though, he did seem quite charming. Perhaps I'll go see if he can get me a second round?" You swirl your drink, which is still half full, but the ice rattles against the glass.

You move to stand but you're pulled down. Two hands, one on each side of your waist, settle you back into the seat, right next to Zoro, closer than before, if that was even possible.

"Not so fast." He says, pulling you even closer, so that your leg presses against his. He speaks as if he has just volunteered to save you from an active volcano. "I can get your drinks."

"And leave me alone at the table? What if a handsome young man approaches me? You won't be here to fend him off." You tease, resting your chin on his shoulder, a wicked grin on your face.

"You're impossible." "Come on, Zoro." You loop your arm through his, running your hand lightly along his forearms. "You like the challenge. It makes you feel stronger when you win."

You press a feather light kiss to his cheek. "And you did, by the way." He furrows his brow in confusion. "You won. I don't even remember what that guy at the bar looks like."

A proud smile makes its way to his face. "You're right. I do feel stronger." He puffs his chest up a bit and you suppress a giggle at the action.

"Don't worry about losing." You now snake your arm around him, pressing ever closer, until there's no space left in between your bodies. You even cross your ankle with his, touching all the way from your shoulders to your heels "I don't think you can."

He smiles at you as you take a sip of the drink, crumpling up the piece of paper slipped to you at the bar, discarding it on the floor, to be trampled on by a million feet. "You have my heart Zoro. Only you."

[insidekatmind]

Between Friends and Feelings- Pope Heyward and JJ Mayback (love triangle)

The light of the sunset reflected on the waves of the sea, creating games of golden and blue light, while the cool wind gently brushed your skin. It was a quiet evening, a little different from usual, but you knew something was about to happen. The sun was slowly setting behind the hills, and you were sitting on the beach, your legs crossed in the warm sand, trying to relax. But something in the air felt different, and you knew it. Things were changing.

JJ and Pope had always been a part of your life. There had never been a time when one of them wasn’t by your side, though lately, their behavior toward you had changed. While once they were happy being just friends, now there seemed to be a silent competition between them. You couldn’t ignore it, even though you tried not to think about it too much.

"You like watching the sunset, right?" JJ said, breaking your thoughts. You turned and saw him approaching, his mischievous smile still present, but there was something different in his eyes, an intensity you couldn’t ignore.

"Yeah, it’s my favorite spot. I told you it would be nice to watch the sunset together, didn’t I?" you replied, trying to sound natural. But the truth was, his gaze was unsettling, as if he wanted to say something to you that you weren’t ready to understand yet.

Not long after, Pope arrived, and you immediately noticed that his posture was more tense than usual. His eyes, always calm and observant, weren’t quite the same. He was looking at you differently, as if he was searching for something you couldn’t define.

"You're here watching the sea too?" Pope asked, his tone calm but with a hint of nervousness that didn’t escape you. "I thought you’d prefer being in the city, with the music and the crowd."

"Even though I like having fun, sometimes it’s nice to be alone, you know?" you replied, trying to keep your composure.

The two of them sat down next to you, but the atmosphere had shifted. It wasn’t the usual company of friends sharing laughs and stories. There was an underlying tension that you couldn’t ignore, and you couldn’t figure out where it was coming from. Then JJ spoke again.

"You know, there’s something special about you," he said, his voice lower, as if he wanted to tell you something he had been holding back. "I’m not saying this just because we’re friends, but really, you’re unique. I don’t understand how anyone could not notice."

Your heart beat faster. It wasn’t the first time he had said it, but this time he seemed more serious, more sincere. The way he was looking at you made you uneasy, but at the same time, it made you feel an energy you couldn’t explain.

Pope took a deep breath, as if trying to decide whether or not to say something. "Yeah, but sometimes I think it’s easier to see all of this when you’re not so focused on yourself. Sometimes I think people don’t really see you," he said, looking you in the eyes with a certain intensity.

"I know you care about me, Pope," you replied, trying to understand what he was getting at. "But I don’t see how this fits into... everything else."

"It’s just hard not to notice you," he said, in a soft voice. "And I feel like you’ve always been more than just a friend to me. But maybe that’s just my head making me think that..."

His gaze was sincere, but also filled with something unspoken. His admiration for you was clear, but the fact that he hadn’t been able to tell you exactly what he was feeling made you uneasy.

JJ, seeing the uncertainty in your eyes, spoke up immediately. "Don’t worry too much, Y/N," he said, trying to calm you down. "I don’t want to make you nervous. It’s just that... sometimes I think we should be more honest with ourselves, with what we feel. We can’t always hide behind jokes and laughter."

And right then, the silence that had settled between you all became heavy. You knew there was a tension none of you three seemed able to face. Your mind raced, trying to understand what was really happening. You had always cared for JJ and Pope, but now you felt like something more was emerging.

The sunset was now fading, but the dying light only heightened the confusion you felt. The two boys were there, next to you, but their gazes on you were too intense. You didn’t know how to respond.

"Y/N..." Pope whispered, moving closer slowly. "I don’t want to lose you as a friend, but there’s something I can’t ignore anymore. I..."

JJ interrupted him, laughing nervously. "Pope, not now, come on," he said, but his smile didn’t seem as spontaneous. "We need to be honest with her, right? We can’t keep hiding what we feel."

Their eyes met for a moment, and you realized words weren’t necessary anymore. The tension between them, and your uncertainty, had reached a breaking point. Everything that had gone unsaid between you was finally coming to the surface.

[passionwillow]

Donovan Rocker - NSFW Alphabet

As promised, here’s a NSFW alphabet for our guy. ❤️ Smut warning! 18+. Race inclusive and plus sized reader inclusive.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He likes to cuddle up with you after and take a moment to relax and catch his breath. Holding you close, his nose tucked in your hair as you guys come down from your highs. Then he’ll get up and help you clean up.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves his arms. He knows he’s well built and strong, and he loves how you’re always admiring him.

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS. You can’t change my mind. This man loves your thighs, how plush and soft they are, and he always has to have a hand on them when you guys are sitting together or in the car.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He really loves watching you swallow his cum. There’s something about it that just drives him a little crazy and feral. Cumming inside you is another favorite, though he really isn’t too picky. He just likes it to be somewhere on you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants to bring his handcuffs home one day and use them. Just to have you restrained so he can tease the hell out of you because GOD he can drive you insane.

But also.. use the handcuffs on him. He would find it so damn exhilarating to be restrained while you do whatever you want with him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

His job doesn’t allow for a lot of free time, but he’s a handsome cop. And tall. Of course he’s had his fair share of experience. He’s also good at watching body language and can tell if you’re enjoying yourself or nervous, and adjusts accordingly. Plus, he IS pretty cocky which definitely helps.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

This man loves to see everything you’re feeling in the moment. Missionary is his go to, or taking you from behind in front of a mirror. He can’t stop watching your face as he thrusts into you, a smirk on his lips as he holds you close.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I feel like he can do both. Sometimes he is more serious/passionate about it, and other times he’s grinning and laughing as he makes out with you, his hands working to get your clothes off. It’s a nice balance with him.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He definitely keeps things trimmed and neat. I feel like he’d prefer his partner to do the same? Not necessarily bald, but a little maintenance.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Oh he will have you blushing and kicking your feet, the way he looks at you. His eyes almost never leave your face, he just loves to drink you in and admire you as he works his way into you. There’s been multiple occasions when he’s had candles lit and rose petals laid out because he just adores you so much.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He can get pretty worked up throughout the day, so jerking off is probably fairly common. And it wouldn’t be out of realm of possibility for him to make sure you’re aware he needs you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He isn’t shy about being rougher sometimes, or biting down on you in the heat of the moment. But I don’t think he’d really want to get much rougher. He’s the definition of “I hate everyone but you” in some ways, and he couldn’t image hurting you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere in the place you guys share is fair game. Kitchen, couch, up against a wall, the shower, the bedroom. When the mood strikes him and you’re on board, it’s over.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you where his clothes really gets to him. His hoodies, his shirts, something about his clothes on your bare skin. It’s only a matter of time before he picks you up and takes you to the nearest sturdy surface.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything terribly extreme or something that would harm you. He’d be willing to try new things, but he has a limit he refuses to cross when it comes to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Oh he LOVES going down on you. Being between your legs and gazing up at you as he does the most sinful things to your core just drives his ego.

For the love of god sit on his face. He will beg you to do, too, if you’re shy about it. Being trapped and buried between your legs is his preferred way to die.

He loves your mouth on him, as well. Sitting on the couch or laying in bed, he doesn’t last long seeing you on your knees for him. He tries not to get too rough, but he loves to grab your hair and pull it.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He usually likes to be slow and steady, take his time to pleasure you and push all the right buttons to make you a mess. But if it’s been a rough day on him, he can leave some bruises on your hips that are identical to his fingers.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes to try and avoid quickies. He prefers to take the time and give you all the attention you deserve, but if he really needed a release he’ll drag you to an empty room and bend you over anything that’s available.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’d experiment here and there, but he’s unsure about anything that would bring you discomfort. I think if you explained it to him, and talked through it he’d try new things. Handcuffs, biting and marking, spanking, he’s game for all of that.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I mean- look at him. You’ll be trying to keep up with him. He has a high sex drive and the stamina to match. Easily 3 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have any, and if you did he might use a vibrator here and there. He isn’t keen on you using anything on him, but if you talked him into it he’d probably enjoy it.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s definitely a dick when it comes to teasing you. He has the patience to play the long game and could tease you all day just to have you begging for him.

But if you tease him? He can’t last a second. Watching you wear little night gowns and prance around, he’s a mess and will take you right there on the floor.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tries to hold back so he can pay more attention to your sounds (they drive him crazy), but he lets out the hottest grunts and groans as he fucks you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Part of him really wants to try fucking you somewhere at work. He knows he’d get in so much trouble if he got caught but he thinks about it sometimes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He has big dick energy for a reason. Thick and a nice 6 inches.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This man is never NOT horny. He could go anytime of day. Wake him up for it and he’s ready to go.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

As soon as he knows you’re clean and comfortable, he’d be out like a light. It’s kind of impressive how fast he falls asleep.

[the-fiction-witch]

Burrito

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Lucerys Velaryon Couple - Lucerys X Reader Reader - Y/n Rating - 12 Word Count - 784

Lucerys finished his grueling training session with his older brother, Prince Jacaerys, and one of their mother's queens' guard knights, Ser Roswell. As he entered his chambers, he let out a tired sigh and gingerly rubbed the forming bruises on his arms and legs. He kicked off his sandy boots, hoping to rid them of the beach's fine grains. To his surprise, his chamber wasn't empty, instead, there was a large mound of covers adorning his bed,

“What in the -“ Lucerys exclaimed a bit to the surprise, His eyes darted about the room, and then they landed on the bundled-up mass on his bed. He placed a hand on the bundle, unsure of what exactly it was. But as he touched it he felt movement within and saw the little skirt of a red dress coming out the covers, and the little locks of Y/h/C poking out the top. “Y/n?”

"Hello, Luke…" Y/n whined from within the covers. Her hand slowly emerged to wave at him before it slipped back down inside the sheets,

Lucerys chuckled at the adorable sight. He sat next to the bed beside her. “And what are you doing here all bundled up like a little burrito, My little betrothal?”

"Laying. Trying not to cry." She answered

Lucerys raised an eyebrow, confused. He leaned a bit forward pulling back the covers if he could get any more of a clear look at her. And he saw her laid sniffling and snuggled on his pillow, “And why are you trying not to cry? What happened?”

"my head hurts…" She whimpers

Lucerys’s expression changed to a more concerned one. He placed a hand on top of her head, feeling her hair and gently rubbing it. “And why’s that hm? Why does your head hurt?”

"I don't know… It's been hurting all morning. I can barely keep my eyes open, my teeth feel sore, and the whole half of my face hurts." She complained bundling herself in the sheets and trying to hide from all light and sound,

Lucerys frowned slightly at how miserable she sounded. He thought for a moment before gently reaching over and slowly peeling off some sheets from her face. “Have you spoken to the Maesters about this?”

she nodded

“And what did they say?” Lucerys inquired, sitting to where he was completely facing her. Her hair was a bit tousled from all the movement under the covers but her face appeared paler than usual. He looked at her with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"they said to have milk of the poppy but it makes me feel worse."

Lucerys’s mouth pressed into a frown. Her pain was clearly significant enough for the Maesters to advise medication but it was also clear that it was harming her rather than helping her. He paused for a moment before saying anything. He tried to think of a way to help, or at least ease the pain. “So is that why you’re in my chambers?”

she nodded "And because your bed is cosy… And smells like you… So I can hug your pillow to feel better"

A small smile tugged the corner of Lucerys's mouth. Despite being in pain, she was still as adorable as ever even if Lucerys wouldn't admit it. He scooted himself closer to her and began gently running his hand through her hair. “You like my smell?”

she nodded "It's comforting"

Lucerys chuckled and began to slowly comb through her hair with his fingers. The strands were a little unruly due to her tossing and turning, but he enjoyed the feel of it. He continued speaking in a soft voice, trying to keep it down as her head still seemed to give her pain. “And you prefer being in my bed to your own?”

"especially when I'm sick" She nodded

Lucerys’s lips curled subtly in a smile. He continued to comb his fingers slowly in her hair, enjoying the feel of it and the sound of her voice although it was soft and weary from the pain. He chuckled softly before replying, looking down at her as she was nestled in his bed. “Would you mind if I joined you? I can give you some nice warm cuddles to make you feel better?”

“Yes please.” She nodded,

“Okay my little betrothal, make some room I’m coming into the burrito.” He chuckled softly as he climbed into bed with her, the warmth of the sheets enveloping them both in their own little cocoon. Gently, he pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her and placing tender kisses on her forehead as he held her close to his chest.“You just rest. And if you get any worse let me know and I’ll call the Maester. Okay?”

“Okay… Thank you, Luke,”

“You’re welcome Y/n,” He smiled pressing a kiss to her forehead.

[sadlybeans]

They’re always Better Than You™️

I’m bored and I’m still thinking of how to continue writing my draft so instead…

Here’s every Fëanorion’s craft :)

Nelyo/Medhros: so here’s the thing, Nelyo’s main craft is technically warfare and he’s not proud of that. However, he is also very good at practically everything, Jack of all trades type of thing. Is he the best at everything? No, he’s just about average, but he can do it. It’s infuriating to everyone because he’s also humble and doesn’t see how cool he is.

Laurë/Maglor: I don’t even need to say it. He was born and made to sing, either on a stage or not on one, but his voice is also just very powerful in general, even when he’s not speaking. He always lowkey sounds like he’s half singing and when he sings it is always with power (literally).

Tyelko/Celegorm: nature. His is more vague because it ranges wildly, but he’s very much nearly a Disney Princess with talking to animals and all that. He also is a very good cook, but never ask him what’s in your food, because oftentimes the ingredients are the least expected and gathered from anywhere in the ground. Ignorance is bliss, as they say.

Moryo/Caranthir: his favourite thing is Numbers, which does make him very good with money, but he enjoys anything as long as he can do it with math. Mainly, sewing and embroidery. This mf can and will make unnecessarily intricate patterns based on mathematical equations, he’s insane like that. His second favourite thing is potion/natural remedies making because it requires precision.

Curvo/Curufin: again, don’t need to say it. Unlike their dad though, he vastly prefers the making of weaponry over jewels and gems.

Telvo/Amrod: his craft is dancing, but he and Pityo are different since they also have a second shared craft, painting. He has much less patience and is more hyperactive than his twin, but painting is the one thing he can do while sitting still.

Pityo/Amras: aside from their shared painting, his is sculpting like his mother. He mostly helps and works with her, but he is overly ambitious too and his best work is a section of an entire cliff carved by his own hand, and still unfinished despite being the largest elven-made sculpture.

And normally that would be all… but I want to add the grandkids too :)

Tyelpe/Celebrimbor: no need to say it! He’s replaced his dad as the second best smith between the noldor too, because he’s that great and I have zero favouritism at all.

Elrond: healing, of course. The Best Elven Healer.

Elros: never quite grew old enough (from an elven perspective) to find one.

Ereinion if you believe in the Russingon propaganda: horseriding and hunting.

idk if to add the nolofinwëons and arafinwëons to this, so ig you can tell me if you’d like to see that

[seastarblue]

“Portrait”

okay so we’re making a mini series let’s goooo this is part two to Training yippee ✨✌️

Felix made his way down the long hallway, one of many that made up the Azari Knightage’s headquarters. Portraits lined the walls, each of former First Justices.

‘Dame Deirdre, Ser Balliger, Dame Cassia, Sir Pollix…’ he read off the names of each Justice as he passed them by, not to commit their names to memory, but as a way to calm his nerves.

He hadn’t seen his partner-in-justice for a week, and as much as he hated to admit it, the stress was getting to him. He hadn’t known where she had been—or whether or not she was even alive—until a few minutes ago, when a squire came to him in the training yard with a message to make his way to the infirmary, where she was waiting.

He slowed down when he reached a specific portrait, pausing to get a better look at their face. This portrait was the simplest by far, just depicting someone sitting in a barely furnished room, hands in their lap. Their raven hair was down, the curls stopping at their chest and framing their face, contrasting with their light brown skin and pale blue eyes. They were somber, as all the others were, but there was something in their gaze—cold, calculating, and so familiar that it made Felix shiver.

“Ser Sierra… a fine figure, don’t you agree?”

Felix jumped as the voice sounded behind him. The half-fairy turned around to the same portrait staring right back at him—no, his hair wasn’t nearly as long as the painting’s subject. He also looked much older than them, grey hairs starting to form on his temples. Other than that, the resemblance was uncanny. The feeling from looking at the portrait returned, this time ten times worse, and it took everything Felix had to stay still.

“Sir,” he said, standing at attention and giving a salute to the current First Justice: Lloyd Santhuff.

“At ease, knight.”

Felix’s hand lowered and rested at his side, starting to tap the hilt of his wooden sai. ‘Wait a minute… oh shit.’

He’d forgotten to leave his training weapons before rushing over. ‘Way to go, BonaDea, he thinks you’ve lost it now. You’ll never train with them at this point.’ 

Felix didn’t know why he was so intent on going with his partner-in-justice on her excursions with Sir Santhuff. He’d tell himself it was simply worry for his friend, but deep down—though he’d never admit it— jealousy chewed away at him. Green eyed and ugly, it made his eyes burn and his head spin with self doubt: ‘What does she have that I don’t? Why is she so favored? Why isn’t that me?’

Felix snapped out of it as Sir Santhuff continued speaking. “Their skill was unmatched by anyone while they were in Justicehood. Whatever war they fought in, they won. Whatever foe they faced, they were victorious. I wonder if…” here he glanced at Felix, “I wonder if anyone here could come close to that level.”

The half-fairy stiffened. Could Sir Santhuff hear his thoughts…? It would explain the—no, that was silly. Either way, he was waiting on an answer.

Maybe, deep down, Felix thought he could have been one of—if not the—best. But it was silly to think that way, he had plenty of skill already. He didn’t need anything more. Power—or rather, too much of it—would destroy him and everyone around him, he knew. He’d read about the effects in history books, and experienced it firsthand. That didn’t stop him from dreaming, at least. Maybe he could be that good. With enough training, and time, he could.

“Perhaps someone might be,” he replied.

“Perhaps.” Santhuff echoed. He still kept his eyes on Felix.

The silence between them stretched for a few moments. Despite his greatest efforts, Felix felt his thoughts start to wander again. Sir Santhuff would never let him prove himself at this point, he realized dejectedly. He preferred his protégés to be sharp as a knife and deadlier still.

“Say, where were you headed, anyway?”

Felix started. He’d completely forgotten, engrossed in his own thoughts of self-loathing, that Kaiden had asked for him. Stuttering—he never stuttered, maybe he was coming down with something—he backed up a bit, eked out an apology to Sir Santhuff, and waited to be dismissed.

Sir Santhuff looked at him for a moment longer, his normally harsh face softening a bit. “What is on your mind, Felix? You seem troubled.”

Felix blanched. It was strange to hear his name coming from the First Justice’s mouth. He expected a scolding or a peeved dismissal, not sympathy. “It’s, um, it’s nothing, sir. I’m alright.” It took everything in him to keep his loose stance, hands clasped behind his back, but he fidgeted despite his best efforts.

“You are pale, is all.”

“Am I…? I mean—it really is nothing, sir.”

“Hm. Won’t you stand with me for a moment longer?”

Felix blinked. “S-sorry?” The stuttering again. Dammit, he should have kept moving in the first place. ‘Kaiden would have said that. She wouldn’t have messed up. She wouldn’t—‘ he stopped himself before he thought of something he’d regret. Envy wasn’t the answer, it never was. Harboring it would only make things worse. The knight took a steadying breath and refused. “I need to get to the infirmary, sir. Kaiden—”

“She can wait,” he said, face hardening again and voice tinged with annoyance. “Stand with me.” No longer a question. A command.

The knight followed it.

Sir Santhuff looked at the painting, his face unreadable. Felix noticed the little specks of gold in his eyes, betraying his stone cold expression. Felix tried to stay silent—Sir Santhuff could have looked almost mournful, and he didn’t want to ruin the moment or upset him further—but he couldn’t help but ask. “Did you… who was Ser Sierra to you? Sir.” he added quickly.

The First Justice was quiet for some time. Felix thought, with worry, that he had somehow offended Sir Santhuff by asking, but the older man simply sighed and looked at Felix with an almost sad smile. “That… is a very personal and complex question. I will tell you this: they were family.”

“Oh, yes… you look a lot like them, sir.”

“Or so I was told. Ah…” Sir Santhuff chuckled. “You’d think we were twins with how similar we were. But no. Sierra was four years my senior. The best of siblings I could have asked for.”

“Sibling…”

“Yes.” He turned to Felix. “You have two younger ones, no?”

“Uh… yes, sir. Twins.”

“Keep them close, don’t leave them behind.”

“…Yes, sir. I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Good man.”

The hall was silent, Felix just wanting to leave for the infirmary, and Sir Santhuff looking as wistful as Felix had ever seen him.

Suddenly, he said, “How would you like to join Kaiden and I next training session? I feel it may be best for you and her to work together, what with your being partners.”

Felix’s jaw dropped. It took him a few moments to answer, what with that strange feeling rearing itself again, but before he could Sir Santhuff held up a hand.

“Think on it. Really think. I do not want any doubts or concerns on this. Make sure you are with me one hundred percent. Understood?”

“Yes sir.” Felix fought to keep the excitement from his voice. Finally, he’d have a chance to prove himself!

“Dismissed.” Sir Santhuff turned back to the portrait, letting the knight go with a small wave.

Felix gave it one more look, the choice already made in his head. He and Kaiden were going to be as good as Ser Sierra, if not better. He’d make sure of it.

He continued his path to the infirmary, spirits higher than they’d ever been.

~~~

“I will make them perfect for you, Ser. I promise. I will not falter.”

With one last look to his dear departed sibling, Lloyd turned away and went back to his office.

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very first drafty idk if I’ll rework it but!!! yay

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[darth-mortem]

Here is the lil fic I wrote for my Friend, in which 09 Ghost and Roach have an important mission, and Captain MacTavish disagrees with this fact. 729 words.

“Three ahead.” Ghost reported.

“Roger that.” Roach replied, and they darted off in different directions.

Riley burst into a supply room and shut the door behind him, hiding among the brooms and mops. Sanderson found himself in a more vulnerable position: he ducked into an open hall and fell behind a couch. The two soldiers sitting on it didn’t notice anything, occupied with watching the news on an old television.

“All clear.” Ghost reported a few minutes later, and they both quietly left their hiding spots and moved on.

The target for the two members of TF 141 was a specific office on the fourth floor of the building. Both had considerable experience in such covert infiltrations, so they navigated the military base and entered the building without any issues. Now, they only had to reach the stairs and ascend to the desired floor. Ghost wasn’t thrilled about it; he would have preferred to climb the building's exterior, but Roach firmly objected.

“A whole crowd ahead.” Riley hissed, and this time he and Gary found themselves in the same hideout—in a restroom near the staircase exit.

Locking the door from the inside, both operatives pressed against it, listening to what was happening outside.

“What are we going to do if his office is locked?” Roach whispered. “Are we going to pick the lock?”

“Negative.” Ghost replied. “I have a key.”

“What? Where from?!” Gary stared at the lieutenant, trying to catch a glimpse of his emotions through the eyehole of his skull-patterned balaclava.

“We'll talk about that later.” Simon said irritably. “All clear, go, go, go!”

The timing of the infiltration was spot on. At this hour, the fourth floor was empty and dark, so upon arriving, the two TF 141 members relaxed a bit and approached the door they needed without rushing. Ghost pulled a key from his pocket, unlocked it, and they both slipped inside.

“So, where’s our target?” Roach asked.

“In his desk.” Ghost replied. “Keep watch while I search.”

It didn’t take him long. Within a minute, Riley was already triumphantly waving a long, rectangular metal box in the air.

“Now let’s get the hell out of here!” Roach whispered urgently, and they hurried to leave the room, locking the door behind them.

***

Captain MacTavish was furious. He was certain he had left his cigar case with cigars in his office desk, but when he arrived there, he found nothing. Of course, he had cigarettes as well, but he didn't want those right now; he wanted to enjoy a cigar. Frustrated and lost in thought, he headed downstairs towards the living quarters, trying to remember where else he could have left his cigar case.

“Hey, MacTavish!” He heard, and turning his head, he saw Riley and Sanderson sitting on a bench in the smoking area, puffing away on cigars.

“Where th' hell did ye get those?” Soap frowned, squinting his eye.

“Roach won them in a poker game from those guys in K9.” Ghost explained flatly, pulling a cigar from Roach’s pocket. “Want one, Captain?”

They smoked in silence. Gary, casting a significant glance at Simon, soon slipped away, citing urgent matters. Ghost and Soap remained in the smoking area together, and then Johnny, shaking his head, chuckled softly.

“Ye’re quite th’ scumbag, Riley.” He said, exhaling fragrant smoke with pleasure. “Did ye pure think ah wouldn’t figure oot they wur mah bloody cigars?”

“I was hoping you would, sir.” Ghost replied cheekily, his voice devoid of respect.

MacTavish stood up and pushed the lieutenant against the wall. He squirmed but did not resist, even when the captain pulled off his balaclava, revealing his scarred face; only Simon's eyes became frightened and like cornered animal ones.

“Oh no, no need tae be scared, luv.” Johnny whispered gently, then, tilting his head, he carefully pressed his lips against Riley's. “Ye know ye could have just asked, ‘n’ I would have treated both o’ ye?”

“I know.” Ghost nodded, flicking the ash off his cigar and placing his hands on his captain’s shoulders. “But that wouldn’t have been nearly as interesting, would it?” “That’s why I love ye.” MacTavish sighed, pulling Riley close and drawing him into another kiss—this time long, passionate, and sweet, with the taste of expensive Cuban cigars that were kept in the captain’s silver cigar case in his office desk.

[fangssss2006]

Okay guys buckle up it's Fangs yap time again

If you also like marauders I apologize I do have some marauders rooted head canons in here

I make mood/vision boards I use in my Tik Toks and they all have hidden head canons so finally my time to talk about them

Teddy Lupin

He definitely collects CDs and also burns and makes his own CDs. He also collects those pin buttons especially the space and NASA ones. He loves gummies, it got to the point everyone has a bag on hand if they know he's coming because they'll just end up at the store anyway if they don't have some. He plays guitar and he'll sometimes burn CDs and make some with his own music. He occasionally gives these to his friends and loved ones. I also think people tell him a lot that he looks like his mom and has her soul and has his dad's heart.

Victoire Weasley

Loves those healthy breakfasts like oatmeal and smooth bowls and always reads a book while eating or she's outside or looking out the window just enjoying nature. LOVE taking pictures she always has a camera on her and has memory cards full of her and teddy. Has a trinket box she decorated when she was like 11 and adds trinkets all the time. Loves those beaded and braided bracelets but she hasn't figured out how to completely master it so her sister makes them for her. And you see how her and teddy have flowers in their pockets? Yeah they pick flowers and put them in their pockets then they'll go back inside and make cute little crafts or add another page to a scrap book

Dominique Weasley

She has darker red hair but has blonde streaks. Loves to draw and write she has journals filled with drawings and writings it's all cluttered together but perfectly together that it's still extremely organized. Loves donuts especially the kind of ones in the picture. Has a strict skin care routine and night routine that she has to go through with doesn't matter the time as long as she does it before bed. She loves Paris she prefers it over any other place. When they visit she lives in the moment every second. She has a big fluffy white dog she takes every where don't ask why but she definitely does. She's definitely the "cold" sibling and has some depression (self projecting 🤞)

Louis Weasley

He definitely prefers to read in French and always picks up at least 5 books every time they visit Paris. Loves fruit he can eat it all day everyday and loves coconut water? Idk man that's just what I'm getting. Wears a lot of rings strictly only silver. He also prefers Paris over anywhere else. He's definitely closer to Dominique they're always together especially after vic started hanging out with Teddy more (it's ok tho they love him and understand). He absolutely loves Dominique's dog, basically just both of their baby

James Sirius Potter

Bro falls asleep constantly, if he's sitting down and starts reading or is being read to he's just out like a baby. He LOVES vinyl and is constantly trying to find his favs on it. He definitely started loving it after Harry decided to give him some of Sirius' old ones and some of his dad's he found. He doesn't play guitar but he collects guitar picks because he thinks they're cool. It started after teddy would give him his old ones after he would get new ones. Obviously he plays quidditch and he loves it. As much as he loves playing it I think he enjoys it more watching it and cheering. He definitely has a golden retriever that he's had since he was like 12. Just like Harry gets people saying how much he looks like his dad James gets the same thing but it's always oh you look just like Harry...and he looks like his oh my you're just like them both and he doesn't get sad about it he smiles big every time and says thank you they're the best guys I've known and heard of

Albus Severus Potter

(side note I saw someone head canon a name change of Cedric Remus potter. Idk how I feel about it but maybe some one would like it)

He has a pocket watch that belonged to regulus all though Harry thought it was Sirius' because he would carry it around all the time. He loves sketching out mythical creatures and plants, also putting samples of leaves or fur or scales if he has any, and basically making his own magic guide books. He would wear headphones a lot or have them on his neck if they had them. He collects a shit ton of crystals and pretty much any little witch trinket from muggle spiritual shops (can't remember the name rn even though I literally go to them all the time) has Altoids tins or something adjacent and puts things he might use for spells be might find useful and keeps them in his bag or Pocket. Has a black cat that he got from the shelter when James got his dog, he originally didn't want one he just was excited about a dog being in the house but he saw the cat and she was the runt and stayed away from the rest and he just felt something about her so he asked and ofc they got her

Lily Luna Potter

She loves fairy tales and loves the older style books because they're GORGEOUS so ginny always gets one when she finds them thrifting. When ginny gets new makeup or doesn't feel like something she got fits her she'll give it to Lily to use for fun because Lily likes to paint with them or just color things but she'll keep the red pallets to practice with. Her and Harry will pick little flowers on the side of the sidewalk on walks then go home and dry them in books and Lily tacs them on the walls of her room and Harry has some all over him and Ginny's room. Lily has colorful succulents everywhere and always comes home with some because professor Long bottom always gives her herbology plants. She definitely has that dog i saw her and was omg your definitely lily's. They just fit each other's vibe so well, I think she got her for Christmas one year. She also looks scarily like Lily when she was her age and people say it all the time and Lily also doesn't mind because she thinks Lily was absolutely pretty

Scorpius Malfoy

He definitely reads fantasy books like LOTR religiously. I like to believe teddy sometimes visits with them because they're family and it was dracos idea. So one year teddy gave him a ds and he was OBSESSED. He definitely makes those decorative tube jars with flowers and bugs that are naturally preserved and has them around his room. This also isn't on the board but I think his ceiling has constellations on it and it has Sirius, regulus, draco, and Scorpius up there so in away he had family there. He definitely got the tin idea from Albus but instead put things he loves in there and puts it in his pocket or bag. There's no way he doesn't like those little calico critters he definitely has some. He also got a golden retriever puppy after the whole time travel stuff

Delphi Riddle

(side note don't come after me for adding her this happened on tik tok I think she's a very interesting character and like to look into that. I'm not saying I like her I just like interesting characters.)

Gets nose bleeds a lot especially when she's reading while she's stressed so she has a lot of stains in her books. Prefers to just light candles instead of turning on a lamp It's easier on her eyes because she's constantly getting headaches and she likes to be extra and edgy. Has a pet snake or two I feel like that's a given. She collects snake skin and preserves snakes in jars if she finds them so they can still live in memory. She just has a weird connection with snakes just like her father. Has her father's and mother's jewelry that she wears all the time. She's constantly trying to look in the mirror and see them because she WANTS to be them. She's not worried about being them that's her greatest wish

I will have to do another part because I can't fit all the Weasleys on here but I'll work on more boards because I haven't gotten to anyone else but who's on here and the Weasleys yet but hopefully you enjoy my yap session. If you couldn't tell I'm extremely ill and autistic about the wizarding world (BUT FUCK JKR)

Chat I keep thinking about Harry Potter next Gen and I just want that fandom to be as good as the marauders please can we build it 😭🙏🙏🙏

I WILL start building it myself I already have headcannons

[gideonisms]

The last time I got a bit drunk I started doing my dishes and messaging everyone I knew. I was having 3 conversations at once and finally accomplishing a task I'd been putting off all day. how does THAT work. I'm inventing new unique ways to be a failwoman (gender neutral)

[hayaku14]

Hot take: I don't think Shinichi would ever call Kaito "Kai." I don't he's ever called anyone he has cared about a nickname like that before and I don't think he's a nickname type of guy either. If anything, I think him calling you by your first name is the most endearment he can have for you (or "baro" LOL).

Kaito, on the other hand, would definitely call Shinichi "Shin-chan" just for the sake of annoying him LMAO but it's entirely possible that he says it so much that it sticks and Shinichi actually eventually lets him call him that like he does for his mom (and he lets kaito call him all the other terms of endearment too because he's weak like that lmao)

Also, I think Kaito doesn't need to be called Kai. Literally just Shinichi calling him Kaito alone would send butterflies in his stomach. Cause finally the Great Detective is calling me by name!!!! He knows my identity!!!! He knows me!!! Not KID, me!!! Just being called by his real name would already melt Kaito into a puddle that man is a goner.

Also also!!!! I think Shinichi calling Kaito "thief" gets Kaito misty eyed sometimes because Shinichi is Shinichi and he knows I'm a thief and yet he's still here despite it all. LIKEEEE "thief" is a lil funny silly goofy nickname until kaito reflects on the implications and he's all:

OKAY BUT AN EVEN HOTTER TAKE: Who tf cares about all that shit I just said!!!! You can make Shinichi call Kaito "Kai" if that's what you want, go fuckin crazy with it!!!!!

[surging-eyes-seeing-through]

Hello again Mr. Apollo! Do you have any fandoms you’re a part of? Sorry for my random questions, I just noticed you’ve gotten some more serious asks and stuff so I hope a few of these every now and then help lighten the mood a little. :]

~🐢

"Well, um... I... like some manga series, and some of the shows based off of them, I guess."

(Not like I want to admit exactly which ones...)

"Other than that, mm... I don't really watch many movies, and I read less than I'd like to. I'm not much of a 'gamer', either."

[someiicecube]

Do you think Solomon likes soup? If so what kind?

idk what prompted this ask, but it's so out of left field I had to answer.

Lots of soup mentioned below the cut.

Firstly, we have to establish whether or not Solomon would eat soup.

The simple answer? Yes, of course he would. If it was served to him at a fancy dinner as a side— yes, he would eat it. If you made it for him whilst he was sickly and bedridden? He would give the world back to you… or most likely he'd want to return the favor one day— huh, what do you mean you don't want him making anything? He feels better now! Hey, why are you pushing him out of the kitchen? :(

One cannot simply ask whether or not Solomon has a favorite soup or not.

Like any person, he has his preferences and whatnot. Solomon prefers the classic savory kinds of soup, as he sees the dish as more of a side or something simple you make when feeling under the weather. Sour and overtly spicy flavors are things he tends to avoid. And with his dislike of the ocean, he reads to me as someone who wouldn't be privy to having any fish or seafood in his soup. Meat or vegetable-based soups are preferred.

Though, the soup he's most caught eating would be those instant noodle packets (with an egg mixed in) that he's totally not making at three am cause he forgot to eat a while ago. Oops—

But what kind of soup specifically?

Something that reminds you of home, is a common answer. But, frankly speaking, that guy has a fucky memory, so what can he remember of home? Sure, he does remember that he did have a favorite soup in his youth, but the flavor of which was something that has been lost to time and his old man brain.

So, if Solomon no longer (or has since forgotten) a soup that reminds him of home, what could be put in place of that?

That would be something made by someone he loves dearly— now if you read that as being you or someone else in universe, I'll leave it up to reader interpretation.

Hey, if that man's childhood home is lost to time, that's life. Sure, it's a sad thing to witness, but it was bound to happen— that's just how human civilizations work, they're built up, people flourish, centuries pass by, and then a new one takes its place.

But back on the soup and Solomon calling you his new home— home is not always a place, it can be a person (actually it can be a place if you consider 'your heart' a valid location).

Something made by you (whether under duress; looking at Solomon's cooking here) is always something Solomon would like. Of course, he still takes in his own preferences, but he's lucky that you do as well.

Yes, he does tend to delegate soup to be a side dish, but at home he doesn't mind making it the main course. Perhaps it's just him, but there's just something about sharing a warm bowl of soup on a cold night and sharing that with your beloved that… strikes him, makes him feel soft in side, and has a smile spreading across his lips as he takes in the moment.

Maybe it's the homemade soup making him feel all warm inside. Maybe it's the private company he's sharing with meal with. He'll never know. What Solomon does know, however, is that, he doesn't mind having soup if it's made by you.

[magentagalaxies]

damn today has been a shitty day but in a subtle way where i'm not like actively in a bad mood or anything i'm just like "wow!! a lot of inconveniences are occurring!!! that's much more than average"