#it's like my morning cup of coffee and I'm reading the news fr

[alltimefail-sims]

Omg since you don't know sims 3 lore lemme tell you the REAL story of Anges Crumplebottom ie the most understood sim in the sims franchise im. Its revealed in the sims 3 that Anges is Cornelia's sister making her Mortimer's aunt. Agnes was married to the love of her life Erik Darling she didn't even get the chance to change her last name cause Erik drowned on their honeymoon. The two were planning on trying for a baby once they got back from their honeymoon and even had an unfinished nursery in their home. The pain of losing her soulmate and never having the chance to have children morphed her into hating love and all happy couples which is why she attacks anyone performing pda because she is a bitter old lady near the end of her life dreaming of what could have been if Erik ever drowned.

Oh.... my goodness 😭!!!

That is so tragic but a really interesting, well-composed story to explain her in-game autonomous behavior. Good for the Sims team, they really do have it in them to create interesting premades!

I watched a Plumbella video a few years ago on Agnes I think, so I remembered the part about her husband dying but I must have blocked out the unfinished nursery in their house because that is heartbreaking (and a lovely attention to detail that just... doesn't ever happen in TS4 builds. I mean, some houses have back decks with no door leading out to them 🤦‍♀️). Also, had no idea she was related to Mortimer!!! That's the kind of storytelling and lore I am praying for when a new world drops. Give me tragedy, give me backstory, give me trauma, give me connections!!!! I love opportunities to create resolution for these pixels, give us something to work with! 😭

[goingsunnythousandmerry]

Hiiiii, I'm a new follow who got absolutely smitten with your work!

I saw your last post anddd I just decided to drop by this ask!

So, umm, I really crave this man named Marco I love so much like fr I'm crazy about this guy lmao 💀 anyways can I possibly get a Marco x F!reader idk just some fluff stuff with this man I really think he's super affectionate and smitten with his partner sooo can I get morning with him or something like that? Like reader waking him up for some coffee and then him taking maybe a shower and shaving while maintaining his mini beard (stache is that what its called? Idk) while reader watching him admiring him and then marco notices her and sooo you know the idea! Could be SFW or NSFW you choose the best thing you see coming up eith the plot please!

Hopefully, I didn't make this hard for you but really I love your fics so muchhhh like literally you really share the same way of thinking of the characters personalities and actions as me so I'm loveeeeee!

Anyway call me strawberry!

thank you!

Stay safe out there!

XOXO

Hey Strawberry! Here is my go at your request. Thanks for the suggestion, I had fun writing it! It kind of ties in to my Marco x Reader fluff I posted earlier today, but if you didn't like that or don't want to read that I'll give another short scenario here. It's short and sweet. I'll do a Marco NSFW hopefully in the next couple of days. Plan is to have it fit in with this fic and my earlier posted marco fluff fic. Hope you enjoy! If we want more Marco or someone else, like, comment, request below! Thanks friends!

Warnings: Suggestive, Fluff, SFW, petnames, spoilers for WANO, I do not own these characters

Scene Set up: Either follows my previous post Falling for Marco the Phoenix or You, a former member of the Whitebeard Pirates, decide to go with Marco to Sphinx Island to help protect Pop's home Island. After living on the island awhile, you and Marco confess your feelings for one another. This fic takes place the next morning as you begin to go about your routines as a couple in the same house.

A Morning with Marco

The next morning, you rolled over in bed to find Marco’s side empty. You lifted your head and looked around the room. You noticed the door to the bathroom was closed and it dawned on you that you could hear the sound of the shower running. You smiled as you realized besides the sound of the water, you could also hear Marco humming in the shower. You laughed as you heard him break out in song. You rolled on your back and listened to him for a few minutes, before finally deciding to make some coffee. You crawled out of bed and found Marco’s purple dress shirt still on the floor. You put it on and buttoned the two middle buttons, knowing full well it showed off some of your cleavage and cut open just above your mid-thigh.

You walked to the kitchen and measured out the coffee grounds and poured water into the pot, then hit the power button. You reached into the cabinet and pulled out two mugs. You noticed you heard the water stop running. You still heard the faint sound of Marco humming and singing. You still couldn’t believe yesterday had been real. Marco had feelings for you, he had kissed you, then, well you had last night with Marco… you smiled as you thought back on the details. You were hoping for a reenactment as soon as possible. You heard the bathroom door open and were immediately broken from your daydream. 

You looked at the coffee pot and noticed there was enough for two cups already brewed and quickly poured them. You returned the pot to the stream of brewing coffee and picked up your two coffee filled mugs. You walked back into the bedroom and smiled as you rounded the far side of the bed, which allowed you to see into the opened bathroom door. Marco was shaving his stubble in the mirror, wrapped only in a towel that covered his waist. His tattooed chest still glistened with water droplets as his wet hair lay messily atop his head. You walked to the bathroom doorway and leaned against it, a giant smile plastered on your face.

“I kind of liked the full stubble look.” You said.

“Oh.” Marco asked as he turned his gaze from his reflection, to over his shoulder to look at you. “Well how about half of it?” Marco asked as he set down his razor and came towards you.

He wrapped his arms around your waist and rubbed his half shaved neck against your cheek. You laughed as you held the full coffee mugs away from the two of you in one hand and grabbed his arm with your free hand.

“Marco, I’ll spill the coffee!” You gently yelled.

“Coffee? Is one for me?”

“Of course.” You said with a laugh.

You handed Marco the mug and he brought it closer to his lips, still holding onto your waist with his other hand. You moved your hand to his chest and brought your coffee mug to your face. You hoped the mug covered your blush as you admired the build of the man before you. Marco’s lips parted around the rim of the mug and he smiled at you as he took a sip. As he lowered his mug, he looked down at your body and noticed what you were wearing. 

“Well you win. That shirt looks better on you than me.”

“You think so?” You laughed as you played with the collar of the shirt that hung near your cleavage.

“Mhhmm.” Marco said as he took another sip. “Thanks for the coffee, babe. You make it way better than I do.” He added as he pulled you closer and kissed your forehead. 

You pushed against his chest as he kissed you and laughed.

“That’s because Thatch never taught you guys how to make coffee. Anyways! Finish shaving! It tickles too much!” You cried and Marco laughed in response.

Marco let go of your waist and returned to the sink. He set down his coffee mug and returned to shaving. You stayed leaning against the doorway and watched him as he finished up. Marco returned to humming as he worked. A wide smile rested upon your lips. He stopped in the middle of his razor swipe and looked over his shoulder at you once more.

“What are you smiling about? Is my performance that good?” He asked with a laugh.

“What? Oh yes, it is.”

“Hmmm… well what’s your favorite part?” He urged as his eyes narrowed studying your expression.

“Hmm��” You took another sip of coffee and studied your surroundings trying to pretend to think hard. “The outfit. The towel only. I like the look.”

“Yeah. Is that what has you smiling?” He asked with an eyebrow raise.

Marco gripped the counter tighter as you took another sip of your coffee. You looked at the ground between the two of you, then scanned up his body until your eyes met.

“No.” You said as a devious grin formed on your face. “Knowing what’s underneath has me smiling.” You added with a blush as you raised your coffee mug to cover it. 

You raised your eyebrows and backed out of the doorway.

“Is that so..?” Marco asked curiously.

Marco grinned at you then picked up his razor and finished shaving. You moved to sit on the bed to finish your cup of coffee. After a few minutes Marco exited the bathroom. As he entered the bedroom, still in his towel only, you set your coffee mug down on the table beside you. He jumped on the bed and rolled on top of you, where he slammed his soft lips against yours. Your arms wrapped around his neck as his hands began to roam your body. You stroked Marco’s bottom lip with your tongue. His lips parted allowing you to intertwine your tongue with his. Marco’s hands started undoing the buttons of your shirt as your hands rifled through his hair.

His lips separated from yours. He looked into your (E/C) eyes warmly. He tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. 

“You can make coffee, taste like coffee, and you’re beautiful. How’d I get so lucky?”

“I don’t know, if I had to guess, it was the singing. I hope I get a show like that every morning.” You replied with a laugh as you pressed your lips back against his.

Suddenly, there was a knock at your front door. Your lips separated and the two of you panted as you looked towards the main room where the front door was. He looked at you and sighed.

“Marco!” A voice called. 

“Coming.” He replied. 

Marco climbed off of you and the bed. He quickly grabbed some boxers and a pair of pants from his closet and tossed them on under his towel. He threw the towel back in the bathroom and headed towards the doorway of the bedroom. As he did, you started to get out of bed, but Marco stopped you.

“I’ll be quick I promise.” Marco whispered sweetly.

Marco, kissed your forehead and walked out of the room, cracking the door behind him. As he headed towards the front door, you laid back against the pillows in the bed and decided to wait for him. A smile grew upon your lips as you hoped  every morning going forward would be like this, except without a neighborly interruption. Marco opened the front door and you heard him gasp.

“Cat Viper? What are you doing here?” He asked.

[omens-and-more]

Carolina must have made a lasting impact on all of you for you to still be talking about her lol. I’d feel special if I were her, ngl.

FR, I'd be waking up every morning with a cup of coffee in hand opening my laptop as if I'm about to read some news website and be like ''now let's see what's new about me''

…

[darke15]

Taking a break from my school breakdown to read the long anticipated Christmas shorts 😤😤😤

yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

I only ever like Christmas songs if I don't have to sing them. Being in choir is traumatizing during this season.

Same 

DANNNYYYYYYY

MY LOVE MY HEART MY DARLIIING

Danny bringing me hot coffee on a really cold morning is the fucking DREAM

Fr though i want this so bad 

A thin blanket was draped over his waist as he waltzed through the kitchen with a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a blue and speckled white percolator in the other.

This is an image forever burnt into my brain I hope you know this will haunt me forever

You’re welcome

this was supposed to be a chill cozy comfy warm lil break and now I'm exceedingly sad and happy and horny all at the same time

I did the sad and happy. The horny is all you, babes

Instead, you’d been running around a freezing wasteland in circles when you should have been home in New Eden, in front of a fire, and definitely not freezing your ass off in a rundown hut. You were supposed to be eating Amma’s famous cookies and drinking whatever homemade concoction of moonshine the Roper twins had conjured up. You were supposed to be swapping vague stories with Duke and introducing Danny to your friends and your home for your first holidays together.

Why is it that whenever these two make plans to go home and just be happy, something gets in the way and either snows them in or leaves them dying in a blazing hot desert

The universe hates them 

I FUCKIN DONT

I want my own Danny 🥺

Same though 😭

You were with Danny.

You were happy.

You shrugged, kissing his cheek, “Don’t be. This is perfect.”

Bro seriously I'm crying. It's so perfect. It is so fricking perfect.

🖤🖤🖤

Daaaarke 😭

Also I'm just really happy I managed to poke my head out from the sea of deadlines that magically appeared during the holiday break to read. This was such a beautiful way to get out of my reading slump and I'm so grateful I read it now.

I’m so glad you got to sit down and chill with Danny and Ghost for the night 🖤

THE CHRISTMAS COLLECTION: I’LL BE HOME FOR CHRISTMAS (IF ONLY IN MY DREAMS)

┍━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━┑

A cold wind howled through the trees, picking up waves of freshly fallen snow that swirled over frozen snowpack before drifting against the door of the safehouse. A sharp draft blew in beneath the door and the cracks in the window, though you’d taken steps to seal it as best you could. The sun was high in the sky, nearly reaching its peak before it began to set and leave you in darkness once again.

You shivered lightly, pulling your blanket tighter around your bare shoulders as you gazed out into the stark-white landscape. Light flakes sparkled on the drifts surrounding the rundown shed of a safehouse you were stuck in and melting droplets of water glistened in the sun as sharp icicles melted on the eaves of the roof.

Another shiver wracked through you as you shuffled a bit closer to the fire that roared in the dilapidated fireplace, though a pair of dripping wet tactical suits that were hanging on a makeshift clothesline took up most of the space. Still, just enough heat came from the fire and it was just enough to stave off the goosebumps that threatened to prick across your skin.

┕━━━━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━━━━┙

✪ Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Sᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ : Aғᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ

♜♠ Tʜᴇ Sᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ & Tʜᴇ Sᴘʏ

⧗ Tʜᴇ Rᴇᴅ Rᴏᴏᴍ

☞ Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ Sᴄᴀʀʀᴇᴅ: Oʀɪɢɪɴs»Jᴏɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇ sɪᴅᴇ Tᴀɢʟɪsᴛ

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

HANK ‘TRANQ’ LOZA x READER ⨟ PROMPT

Anon asked: could you write a fic/imagine of your promptlist (the new one) angst #21 and #22 with hank loza💖

21. “Please, talk to me”.

22. “You’re hurting me”.

Word Count: 1.3k

Author comments: This work wasn't re-edited, so I'm sorry if you find grammar mistakes! I hope you all enjoy. Gif credits: @angels-reyes.

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💬 : i think i have strength enough to have a beer

Long day. Bad week. Worst month. Finally, you have four days off from the hospital. You're driving on the way to Tranq's house, when your phone dings, lightning the screen. He replies to your last message telling you that he's at the club, and that you can come if you want. Actually, no. You don't want. You just want to lie down on the sofa, with him holding you and filling your face with a bunch of kisses. Stopping by a side of the road, you take the phone with a heavy sight dying in your lips.

💬 : okay

He just read it, but there's no answer back. Sometimes, you hate him. It's supposed he promised to spend the night together, but now seems like another Mayans party is more important than your mental health. He's not your boyfriend, not officially at least, but everybody knows that you're hanging out; even so, you can't reproach him for nothing because of that. You have to settle for being around him for a while.

The yard is full of Mayans from other charters, looking like a big meeting and a celebration. Parking your car before reaching it, you step out covering your mouth with a hand to drown a yawn. You're dressed with the white uniform of the hospital and a leather jacket. Your hair tied in a braid is a little mess and there are two slight eye bags over your cheeks. Yes, you look like shit, and Angel has to highlight it as soon as he sees you.

“Damn, mami”. He hugs you tightly, leaving a kiss on your temple. “Hey, Coco! Bring a beer to our nurse!”

“Thanks”. You just say, letting the oldest Reyes lead you inside the clubhouse.

But your steps stop dead when you find Tranq sitting in a couch with one of Vicki's girl on his lap and her waist being surrounded by the man. They're laughing with other members crew, sharing some drinks and old stories. Angel doesn't give credit either. Letting yourself go from his grip, you turn over your sneakers going out of there. No words. Just some tears running down your face, while you go downstairs to the yard.

“(Y/N)! Wait”.

You don't turn at the characteristic hoarse voice of the man, continuing your way to the black car parked outside.

“Hey, hey, wait! Where are you going?”

Tranq stops you, holding your forearm to make you face him, clicking the tongue loudly when he finds out you're actually crying.

“It's just a fr—”.

“I don' care, Hank. You don' owe me any explanation”.

“No? Then, why are you crying? Why don't you stay? Please… talk to me”.

“'Cause I came for you, but you're already busy”.

“She's my friend”.

“So am I”.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“I don' sit on my friends lap and I don' let them touch me as you do. That's ‘the fuck’ I'm talking about”.

Tranq has both eyebrows raised up, crossing his arms against his stomach, because he knows you haven't finished talking.

“I'm… tired. It's been a bad month, and you promised me that…”

You think you're sounding so stupid that you don't continue de sentence, rubbing your face with both hands and cleaning the tears. Then, you have a deep breath.

“I'm sorry, Hank. I'm just… going home. Enjoy the party”. You just said licking your lower lip.

“Lemme' grab my things and I'll follow you”.

“I wanna be alone”.

“Why?”

“'Cause you're hurting me right now”.

He just nods with pursed lips, realizing he fucked up things for not giving you the place and the respect you deserve. Under his constant look, you step in your car to turn it on, and drive away from the clubhouse.

Your flat is empty, assuming that your two house-mates are having a party somewhere around Santa Madre. So it's kinda good have some time alone, crying without no one asking you what happened. You take a warm shower until the tips of your fingers wrinkle. After that, you lie down on your big bed hugging a pillow, without having a dinner. The little hunger you have, you lost a while ago. You're trying to figure out why he acted like this. Why he didn't keep his promise. And why he was holding a Vicki's girl, being or not being friends. But, who are you to asking for anything?

The cry appears again, more bitter than before, trying to keep yourself awake waiting for him to come, even if you told him to not doing it. Having the little hope that he would to do it anyway. But you end up falling asleep alone.

When you open your eyes, feeling somewhat rested, instinctively your left hand travels to your phone. Unlocking it you check on the notifications, but there are no calls, or messages from him. Maybe it means that you broke up last night, in case you were having a relationship. A knot grows inside your chest, leaving down the phone to rest your face on the pillow spitting a sad sigh. Some minutes after you decide to get up from bed, walking barefoot through the main hallway towards the kitchen, stopping your legs when you see Hank sitting at the table with a mug of coffee supported against his lips, having a sip.

“Morning”. He just says, sounding a little nervous, putting the drink over the wood.

“How did you get in?” You ask with a fine thread of voice, noticing how much your throat hurts speaking.

“Patricia was leaving when I came”. The man gets up from his chair, doubting between getting closer or not. “Are you ok?”

You just shrug your shoulders in silence.

“I'm sorry about last night, I swear to God”.

“It doesn't matter, Tranq. She's your friend”. Even if it sounds like a passive and aggressive comment, it's not intentionally.

“And you're mi reina. You were right. There are some things I mustn't do 'cause I owe you a respect”.

“You don' owe me nothing, Tranq. It's your friend, that's all”.

“Yeah, but at the end of the night, she just wanted to ‘make it up to me’ because I was fucked up by you”.

Your heart jumps hearing those words, quickly creating a movie in your head of what happened, letting your head falls down to your chest. You're about to cry again when he wraps your body between his arms, kissing your head.

“I did nothing”. He's quick to say. “I went home when you left… Uh, well… I actually sat for an hour at your door, waiting you to call me, at least to tell me that I was being an asshole. I didn' want to bother you, so I just went home”.

You surround his back with both arms, resting your cheek on his chest, tightly and closer. You feel stupid, so he does.

“Listen… I was thinking about packing some things and spend these four days at LA”. Pulling himself away, Tranq cups your face in his huge hands. “Just you and me, riding the coast. What you say… Would you like?”

You nod with your lips pursed in a blissful smile.

“Or we can go to Chihuahua. You're always saying you would like to visit it”. Suddenly he sound excited about traveling together for the first time, after six months together.

“Chihuahua”. You say then starting to laugh, after clearing your throat.

“Ok. Pack your things while I prepare you some breakfast”.

Leaning forward, he presses his lips on yours, placing his hands on the back of your head to push you a little closer.

“I love you, okay? Only you, mi reina”.