#seeing that poster got me hyped up.

[heckyeahbispearl]

Please write the Bispearl fic, I am here for it and the world needs more of it.

AHA!

So you guys do read my insane ramblings in the tags! well, well, well. As promised, here is your fic:

“Alright. That’s 2-2. You going easy on me, renegade?” Bismuth grinned slyly at her, two swords sat under her chin as she was backed up against a wall.

Pearl was in fact, going easy on her. But she couldn’t help that! Over the past few weeks, she had realized that her feelings for Bismuth were growing deeper. Just looking at her was enough to fluster her sometimes, even in the midst of sparring. Only made worse by Bismuth’s playful flirting. Somehow, she was always ending up by Bismuth’s side. A magnetic force always pulling her in. What was that human saying Steven told her? Birds of a…feather?

“Pearl, Doll, You good?” Bismuth was looking at her with a curious, but slightly concerned expression.

“Yes,” Pearl blinked, “Yes, Sorry, I was just thinking of how you outsmarted me the round before this one.” She grinned at Bismuth.

Bismuth grinned back. “Maybe I’ve been practicing.”

“Without me?”

“You know that Jasper that wrecked my scaffolding? Yeah, well, she’s very aggressive. Keeps challenging me to fights. But I promise you it’s nothing serious, you’re my one and only when it comes down to it.” Bismuth blushed, “For Sparring. And being you.” She added quickly.

Pearl did not give herself any time to digest those words. She would think about what that meant later.

“It’s good that you get to train…” she brought her swords down and turned around, pacing a few steps forward. She placed her swords to side and stretched her arms, looking back at Bismuth. Their eyes met and Pearl felt her form flutter. A few seconds passed, before Pearl darted at her like a hawk swooping in to catch its prey, spear out and pointed directly at Bismuth in a flash. Bismuth reacted just as fast.

“I knew it. HA! I knew it!” she laughed, shapeshifting her hand into an axe in the nick of time. Their weapons clashed against each other. Pearl struck again. Bismuth blocked. They were in perfect sync. Pearl prepared to strike again, but Bismuth got to her first, and she had just enough time to block. Pearl used the block to readjust, stepping to the side to spin around Bismuth. Yet, there was Bismuth, in the middle of going to knock her spear out of her hands. Time slowed down as Pearl realized what Bismuth was doing, and she began to counteract again, until their eyes met.

The world softened around them as they began to glow.

“Ooohhhh, it’s good to be here!” Ammolite boomed. “Garnet is gonna flip when she sees me! The look on her face is will be one for the books.”

Ammolite was on the warp pad in seconds. Soon enough, she was standing in the temple, having to bend down to fit.

Garnet, who was sitting at the table, turned to Ammolite immediately.

“Ammolite! Congratulations!” Garnet clasped her hands and grinned. “It’s about time.”

Amethyst, who was sitting nearby, had yet to notice, as she was listening to music. Garnet nudged her. “What, G, I’m- WOAH!”

Ammolite laughed. “It’s good to see the both of you. I’m off to the forge, time to kick things into some serious Bismuth, see you two later.”

Little Homeworld was bustling, but it always was, most gems were out and about. As the evening began to roll in, Little Homeworld adapted to a party atmosphere. For gems, nighttime was for entertainment, relaxation and socializing.

Ammolite spent the night doing live sword demonstrations, at one point successfully juggling six sabers, and managing to throw in some target practice with random items found by other gems. She found herself atop the hill looking over the temple as dawn broke. She closed her eyes and smiled, as two gems took her place.

Bismuth held Pearl in her arms the same way she did when they were reunited again.

Their eyes met and she smiled.

“Looks like you’re in my arms again, huh? The pearl I know-“

Pearl cut her off with a kiss, almost knocking her over in the process.

It took Bismuth a second to comprehend the situation. Pearl really took her by surprise this time.

…and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

She kissed back, bringing her close.

When their lips parted, Pearl looked at her, tears threatening to spill over. She finally spoke. “Am I really your one and only?”

“Always have been, Renegade.”

[thatchaotictiefling]

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You wish you were me, with my FIGHT SONGS: THE MUSIC OF TEAM FORTRESS 2 vinyls.

[iamred-iamyellow]

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Close To You

♥ masterlist

♥ pairing: oscar piastri x lily zneimer x f!singer!webber!reader

♥ synopsis: as the daughter of mark webber you got to know oscar piastri pretty quick and soon enough the two of you were dating. no one had known that you both were also dating lily, leading everyone to believe the leaked pictures of her and Oscar was evidence he was cheating on you. they couldn’t have been more wrong

♥ smau - fc: gracie abrams - none of the pictures are mine

♥ warnings: swearing and hate comments !!!

♥ a/n: my first poly fic! ty to bestie liz and cleo for hyping me up <3

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y/n.webber channel that sad energy into a song queen

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user8 hope you're doing well 💛

user3 ilyy

user6 pls shes so unserious 😭

user5 that's so real

user9 wait so did her and her boyfriend break up?

user2 I'm pretty sure. everyone's been speculating it and they haven't been seen together in a long time

user1 is she making a new album ???

user10 liv and tay in the likess 🫶

user7 I still can't believe she's mark's daughter omggg

user12 those family genetics 😍

user2 we love you <3

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y/n.webber cut my hair in the way that i've wanted

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user9 change my number and bury my wallet !!!

user8 augusta <3

user12 LOVE

mclarenf1 we'll see you at the GP

y/n.webber <3

user10 shut up y/n is gonna be there?

user6 I thought she had a concert that day?

user1 @/user6 she has one the night before :)

user5 no bc how is she so pretty

user13 oscar in the likes 👀

user7 GORGEOUS

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f1gossip mark, y/n, and oscar are ready for the australian grand prix

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y/n.webber @/aussiegrit I'm starting to think you like Oscar more than me :(

oscarpiastri he does ❤️

yourusername 🖕

user8 now kiss

user14 enemies to lovers

user4 my favorite australian trio

user1 why'd he have to shave his beard 😔

user9 THE CAT

user2 oscar and mark pookie off

user10 everyone pray for an oscar home race podium

user3 🕯️oscar home race win 🕯️

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y/n.webber date night <3

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user7 I love how she doesn't even have to tell us she's dating oscar because we all just know

user9 THEM WATCHING TANGLED 😭🫶

user3 oscar getting her lilies :')

y/n.webber actually I got him lilies

oscarpiastri 🧡

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user4 this is the cutest shit I've ever seen

user1 mark in the likesss looks like oscar has the stamp of approval

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oscarpiastri lando crashed our date

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landonorris I did not "crash" your date I just happened to be there.

oscarpiastri as if you didn't follow us

y/n.webber @/landonorris you LITERALLY crashed into the back of my kart

mclarenf1 lando we talked about your internet stalking problem.

user8 PLEASE 💀

user6 why'd they have to call him out like that 😭

user2 the admins are my favorite part of the f1 cinematic universe

-A Few Months Later-

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y/n.webber The Secret Of Us is out now! The songs on this album are a collection of my life these past few months and I’m so excited to share them with you all. Special thank you to @/aarondessner and @/taylorswift I love you both 💛

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user1 I hope she rips oscar to shreds

user7 y/n better than revenge era

user9 !!!

user3 girl you can do so much better than o***r

user12 I'm so ready to scream and cry to this

user2 I cannot believe he cheated on her

user16 out of all the guys on the grid OSCAR?!?!

user11 kitten I'll be honest I'm still not over good riddance 😔

user8 LMAO

user9 so true 😭

user15 hyped af for the taylor collab

user16 the fact that she's the daughter of mark, the man who supported him since day one and he STILL cheated on her is CRAZYY

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y/n.webber throwback to my time at last year's era's tour. I'm so glad to be back 🩷

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taylorswift were so glad to have you <3

*liked by original poster*

oliviarodrigo miss youuu

yourusername I miss you too babes

user9 "and you knew my last love let me down" OSCARRRRAHHH

user7 AND I BET HES AT HER PLACE RIGHT NOW

user10 I'm so excited to see you

user16 he fumbled so hard

user4 we love you <3

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y/n.webber I understand that, without my agreement, @/f1gossip put out a post a week ago that said Oscar Piastri was cheating on me. This is wrong and I am in a happy relationship with both Oscar and Lily. He did not cheat on me. 

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lilyzneimer I love you 🩷

y/n.webber I love you more

user7 😨

user1 I'm not even sure what to say

user12 I'm so sorry oscar we weren't familiar with your game 😭

user3 I-

user6 in true bi panic fashion

user4 FUCK 😭

user19 everyone say sorry Oscar

user2 sorry oscar

user5 we're sorry Oscar :(

user13 WE DIDN'T KNOW WE SWEAR

user10 sorry Oscar 😔

user21 💖💜💙

user23 the @ is such a boss bitch move

user8 saying sorry to Oscar online isn't enough I need to revoke my statements in a court of law

user7 same

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y/n.webber my loves 🩷

lilyzneimer 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

user7 my favorite throuple

user23 as if you weren't hating on oscar yesterday

user7 and I am deeply ashamed

user12 we said we're sorry :(

user6 yea oscar x lily x y/n are cute but wheres mark x fernando x taylor

user9 as in swift? 😭

user6 yes.

alexandrasaintmleux you three are so cute

y/n.webber <3

[edupiii]

Congratulations to GLITCH reaching 10Million subs!! All of their hard and amazing work is definitely deserving of recognition. on that note - here are some of the things I thought were funny in the 10mil poster!

1. UZI FLIPPING OFF ZOOBLE HAS ME CACKLING! IDK WHAT IT IS ABOUT IT, BUT ITS PERFECT AND MY FAVOURITE. 10/10

2. Kinger looking up at Nori with them big ol’ eyes of his while reaching his lil hands up. He probably thinks she’s a bug of some kind, and Nori is not having it

3. V NOO! WHY THEY DO MY GURL DIRTY LIKE THAT!? I LOVE HER SO MUCH PLLLSSSS

4. Flesha eating some poor gloink lmao. I like that Khan is not reacting to it what so ever.

5. Gummigoo is HORRIFIED of Caine! Poor man’s got jump-scared and is not ready to become confetti again

6. Just Doll gently holding this weird ass gloink that’s smiling up at her…I miss her dog!

7. This man is rude as fuck and I hate him (but i love an antagonistic main character, so i love him for it)

8. Lil homies!! Pomni is not super thrilled about this in the slightest while N is having the bestest time. I can see N trying to hype up Pomni and she’s like “•_•”

[complete-clownery]

Not me deciding that I wanna figure out how does Macaques dojo work, cuz I couldnt seem to find any ideas of it on the internet lol

Okay so long long LONG rant:

Ik that in canon the whole place looks kinda-- moldy and shit and I get the lot of hc about how Macaque probably doesnt even live there since its in a very industrial outer neighborhood of Megaplois, and also it probably isnt really decorated or looks like someone is living in there at all, but I like to think that he has standards and they put like 272636373 nois cancelation seals on their bedroom so he can sleep camly when he actually can sleep (since in my hc Macaque suffers from insomnia (its a pretty common hc tho, but you get it)) and I think the outer circle of Megaplois is even tho industral and under constructuion on most parts, its probably more quiet than downtown

And I also like to imagine, Macaque even tho if not commited to a place will make it more homy. But looking at my reference pictures, in the dojo there were also a lot of posters and paintings (and in MKAGC Macaque did mention he might have a poster of wukong soooo~~)

For the layout I went after whatever felt right, since I had like 4 pictures to piece together a two-story house with a gallery(??) so its actually just me deciding what I want and where I wanna put it

(Here are the screenshots from lmk s1ep9 I used:)

Okay Okay if you couldnt tell, for some reason im really hyped about this stuff so im going to lead you trough my thougtprocess, when imagining this whole thing, in order from ground level to gallery

1. Ground level:

Ahh yes ground level: the problem child

(Im going to keep it somewhat brief here cuz I wrote a shit ton of explanations for it, but that somehow got deleted which I am super pissed about btw)

So I saw that a lot of hc with Macaques place are mostly that first floor is the dojo and the second floor is the living area, buuut~~ based on the screenshots of the series that doesnt make any sense. My reasoning? Simple really, its bc you can see the ceiling If you are standing in the dojo. This could lead to the conclusion that:

"Okay maybe then there is no second floor just a gallery in there somewhere and thats it".

Sure we can say that, but then you would ignore the fact that you cant see the front door of the building when Macaque slams Mk into a weaponstand.

"Okay then its on the other side of the room that we never got to see in the episode"

I mean maybe sure but to me from an animation point of view it just doesnt make sense, just why would they flipp the camera angle like that (I mean anyone can think whatever they want, everyones opinion is valid, its not like anyone would ever argue me on this one ((or read this whole brainrot trough in the first place lol)))

Haha anyways regardless of anything, let's go back to talking about the first floor, shall we?

Everything is pretty self explenatory: when you come in on the front door youll see a little shoe rack where you can but your shoes, and one stair to seperate the ante-room from the rest of the house

Then theres a long hall that leads to the enterence of the storageroom, the random room and the staircase that leads to the second floor

I couldnt decide on what to put in that big room-- I had no clue -- I was thinking maybe Macaque could let other people rent it for a few days of maybe theres a shop with an owner whos ranting the place from Macaque (I think thats an interasting concept, but I didnt explore any of them) oh well thats that tho

"""somewhat brief""""

Second floor:

This was probably the easiest, since 90% of it is the dojo

But before that when you walk up to the second floor you can see a big boubel door that opens to the dojo, and a normal door that opens to the bathroom, which is strategicly placed there by yours truely. There is big brain logic behind it,, it might be inconvinient for Macaque to walk down the stairs from his bedroom trough the dojo to the bathroom (but also he can just shadow portal there--), but when ocasionally he mentors Mk, he might have to go to the bathroom while hes at Macaques place and I dont think Macaque would apritiate someone stomping trough his personal area, and thats why the bathroom is conviniently placed next to the dojo and not that far from the bathroom I know im a genius (**read everything in the bathroom part with a lot of sarcasm**)

Anyways, we couldnt even see all four of the dojos walls so that was also a 'gamble', but I went with a simple bouble door that I mentioned before and two weapon stands (yes those are weapon stands) and other than that you can see the rest of the room on the screenshots, theres also the staircase and that has some closet underneath it, but thats about it

The gallery (my personal favorit):

Looking at my reference pictures i could see that the dojo took up a lot of space almost taking up the 1/2 of the building, which I think is reasonable and kinda cool, but that means small living area which I think is even cooler (I am a huge fan of small practical spaces, they feel so so cozy)

So Yeah the living space: mostly two rooms that I also illustrated on top of this post, (you probably saw it) with a balkony thingy before the enterence of the rooms, where you can look down and see the entirety of the dojo, good for observing.

When you go in the door (actually havent decided if I want to put a door there or curtains for style but meh who knows who cares), youll enter the small but spacious kitchen. I dont see the Six Eared Macaque as a homecook, more of a fake cooking guy (only making basic foods like eggs or toast, maybe ocasionally pancake), hints there is no built in stove or owen just a portable stove, a kettle and a toaster and a small fridge that has MKs drawing (that he drew for them at the end of season 3) magneted there :]

Other than that theres a sink and an old television, he got from the randomest place ever, maybe he fished it out of the trash idk, but he put it on top of the cabinets (rarely watches anything on it)

On the baseplan you can see that there was supposed to be a small table next to the sink with a chair, but it didn't make it to the final drawing cuz let's be honest: drawing interior in correct perspective without a reference picture is just not my strongest artskill I posess, so I got pissed and put a trashcan in there, Macaque can eat in his bed

Talking about bed, let's move on to the Six Eared Macaques room:

It is very small but pretty comfortable with a small bed but a shit ton of pillows for a good nights sleep, other than that there are a nightstand that has the Lantern on it (I know it sorta got lost/destroyed after defeating LBD but I wanted to put it there) and a drawer.

The nightstand probably doesnt have a lot innit, just some nick-nacks and tissues and maybe snacks, or a book or something, the drawer stores some of his clothes, but since I like to think that Macaque is a fashion icon that wont be able to fit most of their clothes, so maybe he stores them in a pocket dimension of shadows, and only has some esentials there when he needs to get ready quickly.

And we could talk about the posters plastered around the room, but most of them are kinda self-explanatory, but there are the poster of his shadowplaly of the hero and the warrior, some drawing, a "Hang in there babygirl!" Poster with a cat on it hanging in there, a poster of the monkey king (heh), phantom of the opera poster and a-- well--- that ones for my bestie hope she'll notice it, its a spies are forever poster (really fun musical a of spies, go watch it its on youtube), and a drawing he brought( maybe)

And thats about the bedroom

And we are still not done, how are we feeling about that?? Huh?? (You dont have to answert, this shit took me about 2 hours to write :] )

LAST PLACE: the corner of the windows opposit the kitchen and the bedroom. Its just a chill little place with pillows and blankets, where someone can bundle up and enjoy some tea or read a book or brood, whatever the monkey prefers. The special thing about it, is that you cant access the place without knowing how to levitate, fly, jump high, or use portals, not that much of a game changer since more than half of the lmk cast could get up there, but still a bit of a barrier in my opinion

AAAAAND~~~ thats it omg

Hi hello if you read this trough could you please comment or reblog with this: "🐵" cuz I wanna know about the brave soilders who went trough this immense amount of clownery,,, holly mother---

If you read this all 👏👏👏 you are amazing thank you for appreciating my work this much, have an amazing day or night ✨🪲

[recuira]

after hours

after hours : a live action buggy x fem!reader fanfiction

for some odd reason, you have no idea who he is. and he fucking loved that.

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chapter one chapter two chapter three

chapter four | suede. stalking. silly.

his pov;

"Your wanted poster."

Those three words settled in my mind as I stared at the distraught girl in front of me, watching as she fumbled with her hands, a nervous exterior brushing over her. She seemed to be so horrified with the fact that I was once a pirate sought after by thousands- wanted dead or alive, though much preferred dead. Many still wanted me dead but due to my brilliant idea of hiding out here, the chance of anyone getting my bounty was thin. I, however, didn't see it being as much of a big deal as she deemed it so. The real issue I found was tucked away in one of the books within the nightstand which I was so fucking thankful she didn't find. I'd rather her not have been looking around but if she were to find one of the two? I was glad she found the poster.

I tossed another slice of apple into my mouth then set the knife down on the cutting board. I approached Y/N but instantly halted when I noticed how nervous and uneasy she was. "What's wrong?"

"H-How many people did you kill?" She asked, her voice shaking.

"Does that really matter?" I asked, waving my hands up in the air to hopefully exaggerate my point. "It was almost a year ago."

"That doesn't change the fact that it happened!"

"I know, I know." Despite her discomfort, I took a seat next to her anyway. She tightened her arms around herself, almost to make sure there was as much distance between us without her actually moving. Clenching my jaw, I patted my hands upon my thighs. "I know it's a terrible thing, and there's nothing I can do to change that. It's in the past and if I could go back and alter things, I would. Being a pirate was all I knew. My old friend was one, too. Then we separated onto different things and-"

"Did he kill people?"

"Lots of pirates kill people. It's part of the hype, ya know? It's very unlikely to raid another ship without there being any casualties. But I stopped because I got tired of it. I wanted something more."

"It's a pretty big bounty. I mean- come on, fifteen million berries?"

"Don't think about turning me in now," I chuckled, wanting to add a bit of lightheartedness to this unfortunate predicament.

"I'm not like that. I know I'm in need of money but-"

"I didn't mean it like that, Y/N, come on. Give me some slack."

"Well, why exactly did you stop? Did you lose the thrill of stealing from others? O-Or did you get bored of killing innocent people?"

I rolled my eyes, scoffing. "We've all done some shit we're ashamed of. We're humans. I did a lot of fucked up shit," I said as I pointed at myself. "But I changed that. I moved and let all that go. I left my crew, made someone else the captain, and abandoned ship. I left all of that shit behind and came here."

"But why?"

"If I say this, I'll probably make things worse but I don't want to lie anymore," I said as I laid back, folding my hands over my chest. I stared up at the ceiling. "You've obviously heard of the One Piece, right?"

"Of course."

"Well, I was one of those pirates absolutely obsessed with finding it. Fuck, I even dreamt about it. It was the only thing I truly desired in life. It was the only thing I thought about. Not riches, women, alcohol- just the One Piece. I was making somewhat decent progress but then I heard that a group of Straw Hats-" I grimaced at the thought. "-made off with the map which they stole from one of the Marine bases. I happened to track them down and I managed to steal the map from some kid named Monkey D. Luffy. But all good things must come to an end and I lost it. I was back to square one. And then I discovered his bounty was thirty million berries." I frowned then sat up, turning to face Y/N. "Can you believe that? Some newby pirate-wannabe received a bounty double my own! Seeing that brought me back to reality. So I dropped everything then came here."

"All because of him?"

I nodded my head. Just the thought of that kid irked me. There was no one, other than Shanks, who I despised more than my own self.

"So, yeah, I know what I did was fucked up. But there's a reason I'm here now. There's a reason I've given you so much. It's because I want to be a better person, maybe redeem myself for what I've done. And I can do that by helping you, by making your life a little less miserable."

"Do you pity me?" The girl asked, finally meeting my gaze.

"What?" I laughed, almost obnoxiously. "Of course not. If anything, I envy you."

"Me?" Y/N pointed at herself. "You envy me?"

"You have no bad conscience. You've done nothing wrong, you have nothing to make up for. You have a clean slate."

She shrugged, a small smile creeping onto her lips. "Thank you."

"So, uh, do you hate me now?" I asked, forcing a frown to mimic a pouting child. She giggled at this and shook her head. I sighed in relief, wiping 'sweat' from my forehead. "Thank god. I don't know what I'd do with myself if you hated me."

"I knew you were a pirate but it's still shocking to learn about your past. It'll take me a bit to get used to it but I don't hate you."

"So, we're good?" I extended my hand.

"We're good." She shook it.

I felt as if a huge relief was lifted off my shoulders. And as long as she stayed out of the nightstand, there would be no more issues. But if I hid the book, then I would be even more safe. I pondered the possibilities before I watched as she rose from the confines of the bed and approached the counter. My eyes trailed down. The backs of her thighs were exposed and the shorts clung to her ass so divinely. I bit my lip and crossed my leg over my lap.

"I appreciate everything you've done for me," She mumbled as she started to chew on an apple, then began to cut into an orange. "I do have a question for you, though."

"Go ahead, shoot." As soon as she turned around, my eyes met hers and I smiled.

"Are devil fruits real? Or is that just an old tale? I've never seen one up close and I heard they cost a fortune, even for just one alone."

"They're real," I said with a small laugh. "I would know, I've eaten one."

Y/N nearly jumped before she darted over toward me, her hands grabbing at my shoulders. She still had a slice of half-chewed apple in her mouth which made her struggle to properly speak. "WHAT? You- NO! You didn't?!" She let go of my arms and instead planted her hands on my chest, shoving me back. I collapsed back against the bed, laughing. "You ate one?!"

"Years ago, when I was fifteen."

"You're lying!"

"I'm not. It was a mistake actually."

"What happened?"

I chuckled and pushed myself back up. "Give me an orange and I'll tell you."

If my reflexes weren't so quick, the fruit would've hit me in the face with how quick she threw it. But I caught it and began to pick apart the peel. "Easy, next time," I smirked and took a bite from it. "Well, when I was younger and was a pirate-in-training, the crew I was in raided this ginormous ship and hit the motherload. Not only gold and jewels and anything you could think of, but there was also a devil fruit. I found out how much they were worth and tried to steal it but I was caught in a predicament and I tried to hide it in my mouth."

"And?"

"I swallowed it whole."

She gasped, "And you're alive?"

"It doesn't kill you. It just takes your ability to swim when you're in the ocean, in salt water. It's like the sea turned its back on you."

"Did you get a power from it?"

I shrugged and winked at her, taking another bite. I licked the juices from my hand. "Guess."

"You can fly?"

"Ha! Nope."

"Read minds?"

"It's body-altering."

"Wait," The lovely maiden smirked, taking a seat on the bed. "Did it give you that red nose?" She snickered.

"Guess again," I said flatly, my expression turning cold as I stared at her. She gulped, clenching her jaw. I laughed and looked down at my lap, now using one hand to hold the orange. I continued to chew on it. But while she was distracted with her numerous attempts to guess what kind of body-altering power I had, I detached my left hand at the wrist. It floated behind the both of us and tapped on her right shoulder. Y/N jumped up, her head shooting to look at her side. Her eyes widened and her eyebrows furrowed together before she spotted my floating hand waving at her. She gasped and slapped it away. I broke out into a fit of laughter, my hand reconnecting to my wrist. "Impressive, huh?"

"You- what?" She was still flabbergasted.

"I ate the chop-chop fruit. It allows me to pretty much chop any part of my body. Like I can-" To avoid grossing her out, I chopped my left leg from my thigh instead of my head from my neck. She watched in amazement. I smiled at this. "I can disconnect anything from my body from my toes to my ears to my-"

"Even... ya know?"

I winked. "Oh, yeah. That, too."

"That's so cool. How come you haven't done it before around me?"

"I don't know. I just never found a reason to." Shrugging my shoulders, I allowed my leg to snap back. I continued to chew on the orange before finishing it and tossing the peel into a small bin to the left of the bedside table. Y/N finished hers as well. She wiped her hands down on her shirt.

"So, uh," I chewed on my bottom lip. "Do you think you and your mother will be okay?"

"Yeah. We fight all the time. Her drinking doesn't help."

I cringed. "Really?"

"Yeah, she's one of the reasons I hate it so much."

I pursed my lips and nodded my head. I knew I needed to cut back on it but it was something I've done for well over more than half my life. Though, I was destined to do it. Not only for myself, but for her, too. I'd do anything for Y/N. "So," I began, "what do you want to do today?"

"I need to go make up with my mother. That's a big to-do. I can't stand her ever being upset with me." The girl said as she stood up, slipping her shoes back onto her feet. "We can have dinner tonight if you want. Maybe you could meet her."

"Meet your mom?"

"Yeah, why not? She was wondering where all that money came from. She thought I stole it."

"Hell, I don't know. I'm not good with meeting new people."

"Will you, at least, consider it?"

"Sure," I smirked.

"Thank you." Y/N reached for the doorknob, giving it a strong and firm tug before it yanked open. A gush of cold wind washed over her, almost knocking her back. I tossed her my coat to which she whispered another 'thank you' then slipped it on. "I'll see you, Buggy."

"Bye," I murmured with a smile.

As soon as the door shut, I jumped down from the bed and pulled the drawer out from the nightstand, dropping it on the stone floor. I sorted through the numerous books and grabbed the novel I was so fucking thankful she didn't look through. As I opened the cover, the hollowed book had contents that almost spilled out. Papers among papers, among sketches fell out, wafting along the floor. Several notes about Y/N puddled on the floor. One, which was my favorite, was a letter I wrote to her- well, I refused to send it. If I sent it, any last fiber of my confidence would be crushed like a scrambled egg. My fingers lined the rigid edges as I unfolded it.

Messy paragraphs lined both the front and back of the page.

I smiled. How long ago did I write this? I haven't looked at it in so long. I usually added a sentence to it each time I saw Y/N, which is why it was so long. But I stopped pouring my thoughts and desires into it when I actually had the pleasure of speaking to her.

If she saw this, I would kill myself.

I'd purposely jump into the ocean with two anchors attached to my feet.

I looked over the first paragraph,

'I've never wanted something so badly in my life. To say I yearned for her would be a complete understatement. I longed for her, I yearned, I desired- In simple terms, I wanted her. I mean, how could I not? She was an angel. She was a siren. I would purposely listen to her enchanting song, allowing my boat to crash, just if it meant I could be graced by her presence, by her beauty. I was obsessed with her. If she found out my thoughts, my desires, she would never let herself be seen with me. I wouldn't blame her, though. I was obsessive. It was unhealthy, I knew that. But I didn't care. I wouldn't say I loved her because I didn't know what that felt like. I've never experienced it. But perhaps I did love her. I didn't know, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that she was the only treasure I wanted. Not the One Piece, no. Not even that could match up to her alluring person. If I had to travel every sea in order to find her, battle every sea snake in order to touch her, I would. I would in a heartbeat.'

I grimaced, cringing at what I was reading. Thank god, she didn't see this. I didn't even want to see this.

I tucked the papers back into the hollowed-out book, closing it. I slipped the other novels into the drawer then slid it into the nightstand. With the book of secrets, I needed to hide it somewhere she could never find it- where even I struggled to find it. I didn't want to throw it out for I would be completely discarding all of those moments we had together, although she couldn't reconcile them with me because at that time, I was nonexistent to her.

Maybe I could follow my own idea and form my own message in a bottle. I never mentioned her name, nor my own. To an outsider's perspective, it was anonymous.

I shook my head and slipped the book back into the bedside table. She wouldn't be back anytime soon so I had enough time to properly execute a fool-proof plan.

But right now?

I needed to go get another coat.

-=-

her pov;

My mother and I resolved things, just like always. And when she caught wind of a pirate suddenly becoming very fond of me, she begged me to invite him over for dinner. I didn’t think that was the best of ideas. Going out to dinner? Sure! But to have him over? At our house? I cringed at the idea.

She fell ill months ago. Nothing too major, but ever since she’s gotten better, she despises leaving the house and even made me bring her bed downstairs so she could sleep next to the kitchen just in case she had a hankering for something to eat. It was ridiculous, I knew that. But I couldn’t just tell her no. She was my own mother. While I was old enough, I definitely wasn't going to willingly disobey her.

She persisted that I go and grab Buggy so we could have him over for dinner, while I insisted we all go out to eat. She hated the idea and told me that it was her house, her rules.

I grimaced at the thought.

Now, I was just outside Buggy's home, knocking on the stone door. I hoped he was home, though there was no possibility of me being able to ask him prior to my arrival. I knew he was busy. He was a very busy man. I was surprised he made time for me.

With another knock, another silence fell. I groaned and backed up.

My eyes trailing down, I stared at the doorknob and chewed on my bottom lip. He wouldn't care if I waited inside, right? We trusted each other. He knew where I lived and I knew where he lived. As far as I knew, he never crossed any of my boundaries and I definitely didn't cross any of his- well, except for maybe 'snooping' through his nightstand.

Without thinking too much more about it, I grabbed the rusted doorknob, gave it a firm twist, then shoved it open. I almost fell through the doorway.

I caught my balance and stepped inside, closing the door behind me. Without the lantern being lit, it was rather dark, but the bright blue sky helped to illuminate the small room. He must've not been home since I left.

I looked around, admiring everything.

As I took a seat on the edge of the bed, I noticed a piece of paper laying on the floor. It wasn't there before.

I raised an eyebrow and reached to grab it but before I could, the door flung open, a certain blue-haired pirate standing in the entrance. When he noticed me, he smirked. I gulped.

"So, we're breaking and entering, are we?" The man grinned as he took a few paces forward.

"I'm sorry," I murmured, scratching the back of my neck. "I came over to ask you about dinner but you weren't here so I figured I would wait."

"No worries, I'm only teasing."

"So?" I folded my arms, leaning forwards.

"So what?" Buggy questioned as he slipped his coat off. Since when did he get a new coat? And why? I was only borrowing the one he lent me. I didn't plan on keeping it. But I guess now it was okay if I did.

"Dinner? Are you available?"

"Hmm, it depends. What time?"

"I don't know, sometime tonight? Only for two hours or so. My mother wanted to meet you. I told her about you."

"What did you tell her?"

"That you've been a friend of mine for a few weeks now and you've been fortunate enough to treat me and help me out," I said with a smile. "She thought you were my boyfriend." I chuckled.

"Heh, that's rich," Buggy said as he turned around to close the door.

"So? Can you?"

"I guess so. Just don't leave me alone with her. I really don't want to be bombarded with questions." The man said as he folded the jacket over his arm then slung it on the countertop. "Did you tell her about my nose?"

I laughed, confused. "No? Why would I?"

"It's my defining feature. It's hard not to notice it when you see me."

"I didn't tell her. I didn't think it was important. I even forget it's there."

The clown burst out in laughter, his eyes closing as he clutched his stomach and nearly fell back with his fit of giggles. I pursed my lips. "What's so funny?" I asked as I crossed my arms.

"It's cute how you're trying to be nice to me. With a nose like mine, how can you forget it's there?" He replied while wiping a tear from his eye.

I felt flustered with the first part of his monologue but I ignored it and shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, I just do. It's not all I see whenever I look at you, ya know. It's not my main focus point when we speak. I look at your eyes, not your nose."

"And yet again, you prove to me that you're different than others."

I smiled. "Hope that's a good thing."

Buggy smirked, winking his left eye. "Of course it is."

The pirated approached me before he knelt down and picked up the piece of paper. He examined it for a moment then laughed to himself. "Grocery list," He explained as he shoved the paper into his pocket.

I paid no attention to the paper. It wasn't any of my business. "Speaking of groceries, want to go help me get food for dinner?"

"What's on the menu?"

"No idea, but let's just grab something so she won't be bitching later."

"Guess I'll be needing this again," The blue-haired man said as he reached to grab his jacket. He slipped his arms through and adjusted the collar. "We match now."

"Mine's more vintage than yours." I winked.

"Oh, so it's yours now?"

"No?" I gulped.

Buggy giggled. "It is. I got my own now so no worries about giving it back. Unless you'd like to trade from time to time."

"No, I like this one."

The man looked at me, an eyebrow cocked upward.

I paid his look no attention and instead looked down at the tattered suede coat I wore. I inhaled softly. It smelled like him.

A soft odor mixed with whiskey, coconut, and cinnamon. And while I hated the stench of alcohol, it worked for him.

I couldn't imagine him without it.

[heartsforseo]

Strawhats with a member who likes Sanrio

A/n: I LOVE Sanrio sm and used to have a Keroppi mirror and Hello Kitty plush (now I have more >:)). The Skincare fic did better than I thought tbh. And I ws brainstorming what fic to write since I ws bored. So pls request :(( also maybe a bit oc??

⭑Luffy wouldn't understand why you like Sanrio and what's the hype about it.

⭑Yeah, he heard about it from Makino and got a shirt that's Kitty, but that's that.

⭑When you ramble about Sanrio to him, he'd just laugh about it and say, "You really know so much about this, Y/n!"

⭑Especially about your fav character(s), he'd just listen to you, smiling and looking right at you. Though he might doze off from time to time.

⭑And if he ever remembers, he'd tell you about the Hello Kitty shirt he got from Makino.

⭑And if he ever figures out that he had that merch before you, he'd boost about it and talk about it until dinner arrives.

⭑But now whenever you guys stop on a new island, he'd race you on the Sanrio merchandise and steal buy one for you and him.

⭑Zoro, the best man, would stare at you like you just escaped from the mental asylum.

⭑He really doesn't know anything about Sanrio. He thought that it was some booze at first based on how much you'd talk about it.

⭑But when you finally explained what it was to him he was like://

⭑He noticed your gloomy expression and he suddenly started panicking.

⭑Would try to tell you what he heard from your rambling, but all you could hear were some loud stutterings.

⭑It was honestly laughable how hard he tried. So extra credit for him.

⭑You told him how he acts like Badzt and he was like, "Is he cool?"

⭑But now whenever you guys would stop by a new island, he'd somehow reach the Sanrio stall first.

⭑Nami would gasp, someone actually knows Sanrio???

⭑When Nami was young, she'd see it on one of the newspaper pages. She'd always look forward to the new chapters to be released.

⭑She'd also hear some of it from Bellemere and would get hand-me-downs from Nojiko.

⭑So when she overhears you ramble about Sanrio to someone she'd butt in and share her opinion.

⭑After the conversation, she'd start noticing how many references and merch you have of your favorite character.

⭑Now, whenever you guys stop on a new island, she'd happen to buy you clothes for your favorite character.

⭑Say your thanks and she might buy you more. (But don't abuse it or make her angry, she'll pull up the bills.)

⭑Sanji also knows a lot about Sanrio.

⭑Working at Baratie as a server and cook, he'd seen a lot of girls wearing Sanrio bracelets or necklaces.

⭑He'd even gift Sanrio cut flowers with a letter (the dedication of this man goes crazy).

⭑So when he finds out you like Sanrio, he immediately shows you his pile of plushies, posters, cards, stickers, etc.. you name it.

⭑Every day, you gotta expect a gift from him.

⭑And it doesn't help that he gets more creative--day by day. For example, he'd first give you small gifts then start getting bolder and bolder.

⭑He’d also make you a sanrio-themed food/dessert/drink.

⭑Whenever you guys would go to a new island, he'd add a "gift for Y/n" to the list.

⭑And when you all would set sail, the cycle returns.

⭑Ussopp is also one of the people who knows a lot about Sanrio.

⭑He was just skimming the newspaper and saw Sanrio, now he looks forward to the stories and maybe even gets some inspiration for his stories.

⭑When you told him that you love Sanrio, he told you about his stories and that he met the creator of Sanrio. Even meeting KeroKeroppi.

⭑But fr though, he probably made a weapon inspired by Sanrio.

⭑Ooh, speaking of weapons. He has an inspired Sanrio attack and name.

⭑Now whenever you guys boarded off, he'd look for gunpowder and get some ideas and critiques from you.

⭑Chopper has heard of Sanrio from the townsfolk and Dr. Hiriluk.

⭑When you told him you like Sanrio he was happy.

⭑He starts talking about things from the past that link with Sanrio.

⭑When you told him that his animal form is like Deery-Lou, he'd whine and say, "I'm a reindeer, not a deer!"

⭑All jokes aside, he likes getting praised and being told by strangers that he looks like a Sanrio character.

⭑He likes sweets so when he saw a Sanrio-themed lollipop he'd start squealing and run over to buy one.

⭑Now whenever you have to go to a new island, you'll see Chopper with 2-3 Sanrio-themed lollipops.

⭑Robin would also know what Sanrio is

⭑Looking at other children having those kinds of stuff, I'm sure she must have dreamt of having at least one merch before.

⭑But when she was still Ms. All Sunday, I'm sure she kept track of the storyline in the newspapers.

⭑When you tell her about your love for Sanrio she'll say, "Is that so? I have some fair share about it."

⭑She collects the little kinds of stuff. For example, she has a keychain of kuromi and Aggressive Retsuko (it reminds her of Chopper).

⭑Now whenever you guys get off to a new island, she'll maybe buy you a keychain and match with her (if she has time, especially since she's looking for poneyglyphs).

⭑Franky has heard of Sanrio before.

⭑Especially from Tom-san.

⭑He honestly likes Sanrio. He even tried to make one before, when he was young.

⭑When you told him 'bout your love for Sanrio, he immediately thought of building you one.

⭑AND HE ACTUALLY DIDD!!! It was a life-size Pochacco statue!

⭑If you didn't like the character or have other commissions, Franky would happily do them!

⭑Now, whenever you guys settle to a new island, you don't have to worry about getting the limited's since Franky could make them.

⭑Hands down, Brook probably knows the owner☠︎︎

⭑This guy is so old he may even helped with the soundtrack.

⭑All jokes aside tho, I'll say that Sanrio wasn't really known when he was still alive. And considering he has been wandering on his own for 50 years, he had definitely missed much of it.

⭑You'll have to tell him what the latest chapter is and what he missed (He's in the corner, crying cuz he missed so much).

⭑He'd probably play a soundtrack he remembers when he first watched it 50 years ago.

⭑But once you fill him in on the latest news, he'll also be fangirling with you!! (Yoohoo new buddy!!)

⭑Now, whenever you guys would settle on a new island, you both would hang out and discuss the latest episode.

⭑Jimbei I'd say would know the basics

⭑I mean, he has been a fighter so I'd say he hasn't gotten some time for relaxation.

⭑he reminds me of Hangyodon sm :(((

⭑I mean, he's a nice guy who likes the best for others.

⭑When you told him about your love for Sanrio, he'd be like, "Oh I know some of that." but he'd prefer to listen to you.

⭑When you tell him about his similarities to Hangyodon, he'll probably try to learn more about him.

⭑Hangyodon would probably be one of his favorites. Especially since he's the first one he knows a lot about.

⭑Now whenever you guys would leave for the next island, you'd give him some small stickers and ties.

A/n: Okokokokok so ofc I don't know MUCH about Jimbei yet. And I just got into the backstory of the sun pirates. I'm at like 536. But anyway, I finally finished this fic after 23 hours. Ofc I was bored again so I wrote. My next fic would be the Gaming one unless someone sent a request. ALSO MAYBE OOC

[qiupachups]

miles.g / wiles

.｡.+*☆ headcannons 👾💭

contents: general hcs, mention of his father’s death, i call 42-miles ‘wiles’, me sorta bullying him

a/n: after a lot of procrastination and harassment gentle encouragement from @vhstown i’m finally posting my hcs. :3c (they’ve been sitting here since july)

Despite his tough guy exterior and criminal career, he's actually a massive nerd geek. Like: gundham, comics, posters all over his room.

Until you bring up those interests, he won't mention them. But once you start a conversation about them, he can tell you all the lore front to back or tell you where and when each collectible is from. Just listening to Wiles and nodding along will make his day.

Accepting help from others is not an option. Ever. He's an overly D.I.Y guy since his father's death and it's staying that way.

... unless you're very close to him. Wiles will begrudgingly accept your help and then be adamant on repaying you. No matter how trivial it was, he'll show his gratitude through service.

Wiles has great memory and knows all the lyrics to his favourite songs. Go through his playlist and pick something at random- he'll recite them flawlessly!

A good memory also helps with remembering those flashes of songs playing on your lock screen. Just a split second glance? He's adding it to his playlist, maybe listening to it as he works on his latest gear.

Would be a straight A student if he were there half the time. The only thing keeping his total grades down is attendance, where he’s often absent.

However, if he’s in a group project with you, Wiles will put more effort into it. Getting a ‘C’ or GPA point lower is fine if it means keeping Brooklyn safer. What’s not fine is him being the reason for your lower marks.

Unlike his counterpart from 1610, Wiles’ art is more realistic. He tries to capture the subjects’ essence quickly and minimally, so colours are an afterthought.

Accuracy was his pride in art until it came to you. He’d be so nervous in getting your smile right, scribbling failed attempts over and over again. Wiles even resorted to a pencil sketch.

Following the passing of Jefferson, Wiles has gotten much closer to Rio. That’s a no brainer; he was fourteen— a kid. And Jefferson never got to see his son in that overpriced Visions uniform.

Wiles makes an effort to speak more Spanish. He lets his mamí braid his hair even if it hurts like hell. Those stupid telenovelas aren’t that bad on the second watch.

Once upon a time, Wiles used to be a choir boy (keyword: used). He’d love singing hymns and doing nativities before he could read; all for his mamí and dad to see.

However, the christmas after Jefferson’s passing felt… empty. Wiles quickly lost his passion for choir and now just attends mass with Rio at most.

After years of experience being a choir boy, Wiles has the voice of an angel. Not that you’d know, of course— he intends to take that to the grave. But there’s also a deeper, darker secret… he can’t rap to save his life.

An extremely personal and harrowing Musically comment told him so. Following that attack, twelve year old Wiles abandoned his account with only a black profile picture left behind.

Like any other middle schooler, Wiles had a hype beast phase (he denies it). When Aaron got a Hype shirt for Wiles’ 12th birthday, words couldn’t describe how he almost knocked Aaron down with a hug.

The shirt’s first stain had Wiles distraught and furiously searching ‘remove paint on shirt hacks’ on Youtube. His heart would probably stop if he misplaced a gift from you.

Wiles isn’t the best cook, but he can definitely make himself a good meal. With Rio working night shifts and Uncle Aaron doing… jobs, he has to be self-sufficient.

A secret lil’ side project: he’s trying and failing to replicate Jefferson’s mac ‘n cheese. It wasn’t the best, but it was his. Something’s always off when Wiles makes it and he’s not quite sure what.

Sure, cooking isn’t that hard, but baking is like wizardry to Wiles. AP Chemistry and it’s endless calculations felt way easier than making pan de agua with his mamí.

But, mamí didn’t raise no quitter! On a particularly busy birthday, Wiles pulled together a modest little cake for Rio. She burst into tears seeing the shaky ‘!Feliz Cumple!’ written in too-sweet icing.

Calling Earth-42 a wreck is a massive understatement. Shit’s like Gotham, only very real and very deadly. Just breathing in that damn city air makes Wiles’ skin crawl.

Luckily, he’s got an outlet: boxing. A fun hobby he picked up from Uncle Aaron became his release. Wiles might never be in the ring, but Brooklyn’s more than enough.

a/n #2: what the fuck. this was supposed to be short and silly and fun. exsqueeze me how did this… erm. disjointed mess.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Sacrifices (Book 2 of 3 BTR Series) a Jhea Fanfic.

Chapter 23: Cleaning House..

February 28th, 2025 – 1:55 PM

Damian descended the stairs, his steps light but deliberate, scanning the cozy yet sophisticated interior of Jey and Rhea’s home. His gaze landed on a massive family portrait hanging prominently in the living room. It was a blown-up photograph taken in Pensacola, showing Jey, Rhea, and Jey’s sons, Jeyce and Jaciyah. In the picture, it looked as if Jey was carrying all of them, their smiles beaming with happiness.

“I love the family portrait,” Damian said as he reached the bottom of the stairs, gesturing toward it.

Jey looked up from the couch, where he was scrolling through his iPad, and smiled. “That’s my favorite one,” he admitted, his voice filled with pride. “Rhea thought it be perfect in the living room..”

Damian nodded, his expression warm but observant. “She was right. It says a lot about what you two have built here.”

Jey leaned back into the couch, clearly pleased. “You like your guest room?” he asked, changing the subject.

“Yeah,” Damian said, smirking slightly. “I knew Rhea decorated it the moment I walked in.”

Jey chuckled knowingly. “She spent Wednesday night putting up those framed posters of you and her—the Terror Twins’ biggest moments. She’s been hyped about surprising you with that ever since she started working on it.”

Damian shook his head, impressed. “She’s too much, man. She doesn’t miss a detail.”

“That’s her,” Jey said, leaning forward. “I took care of the room her parents are staying in, though. That one’s all me. Got pinnacle moments from my career framed in there—me and Jon winning our first tag titles, me winning my first Intercontinental championship. Stuff that shows what kind of man she’s marrying.”

Damian’s smirk faded, replaced with a pointed look. “Oh, you mean someone who gets too frustrated and takes it out on her?”

The room fell silent. Jey froze mid-motion, his eyes narrowing slightly as he processed the unexpected shift in Damian’s tone.

Damian took a step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over Jey. “She told me what you said to her in Titusville, Jey,” he said, his voice low but firm. “You’ve got to cut that shit out—for real.”

Jey’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t respond immediately.

Damian didn’t back down. “You think it’s just words, but it’s not. Every time you let your frustration spill onto her, you’re chipping away at something that’s already been through enough. You keep doing that, and you’re not just fucking with her—you’re fucking with me.”

Jey exhaled sharply, sitting up straighter. “Damian, I—”

“No,” Damian interrupted, his tone even sharper. “Listen to me. She loves you, Jey. She’s fought like hell to get to this place with you. You’ve got a family, a home, everything. Don’t screw it up because you can’t handle your emotions.”

Jey’s shoulders sagged slightly, the weight of Damian’s words sinking in. “I know,” he finally muttered, his voice quieter. “I know I’ve got to do better. I’m working on it.”

“You better,” Damian said, his tone softening just a bit. “Because if you don’t, you’re not just answering to her—you’re answering to me, too.”

Jey nodded, the tension in his expression easing slightly. “Thanks, D. I mean that.”

Damian gave a small nod, stepping back. “Good. Now, let’s grab a drink or something before Rhea gets home.”

Jey stood, a faint smile returning to his face. “Sounds like a plan.”

The two men headed toward the kitchen, the air still heavy but a bit more settled. Both knew the conversation was far from over, but for now, they would let it rest.

—

Meanwhile..

Rhea stood confidently at the front of the boardroom, a series of notes and ideas scattered across the large table in front of her. The room was alive with energy as she laid out her vision for the upcoming WrestleMania 41 match card. Her focus was on the return of the Money in the Bank ladder match, a historic moment in WWE history that would see the 7th and final participant—a returning Jey Uso—make his mark.

“Jey’s inclusion in the match would add an unparalleled layer of intensity, if this is his first ever Money in the Bank win, he needs to do an Uso splash from the ladder to take out at least three others.” Rhea was saying, her eyes scanning the room for feedback. Paul sat at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on the presentation. Bruce seated to Rhea’s right, was flipping through notes. The conversation was fast-paced, each of them contributing ideas about how Jey could return and make an impact at WrestleMania 41.

But as Rhea continued to talk, discussing the timing of Jey’s cash-in and how it wouldn’t do justice to Gunther if it were to happen too early, she suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Her hand instinctively went to her stomach, her breath hitching slightly. It wasn’t like her to lose focus, but something felt… off.

“Everything okay?” Paul’s voice was calm but laced with concern, his eyes narrowing as he saw the change in Rhea’s demeanor.

Rhea tried to shake it off, her free hand moving slightly as if to dismiss the feeling. “Yeah, just a little winded. I’m fine,” she managed, but her words were clipped, her breathing coming in shorter bursts. She tried to power through, but it wasn’t working. She could feel her energy slipping away as the room around her seemed to blur slightly.

Bruce, who had been sitting quietly, immediately noticed the change. “Rhea, you sure you’re alright?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

Rhea opened her mouth to respond, but the words never came. Instead, her vision started to fade, and her body felt heavy as if it no longer belonged to her. Her legs gave way, and before she could catch herself, she collapsed, fainting in front of both Paul and Bruce.

Bruce leaped to his feet instinctively, his hands reaching out to steady her before she hit the ground. “Rhea!” he shouted, panic rising in his voice. He gently lowered her to the floor, brushing her hair back from her face.

Paul’s expression hardened, a mix of concern and frustration evident on his features. “Get a medic, now!” he barked.

Bruce pulled out his phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed. “We need a medic in here, now. Rhea just passed out.” He gave the details of their location as Paul knelt down beside Rhea, checking her pulse, his mind racing.

“She’s breathing,” Paul muttered, though his worry was palpable. “But this doesn’t feel right. This isn’t just exhaustion.”

Seconds later, a medic burst into the room, a team member following closely behind. They quickly assessed Rhea’s condition, checking her vitals. Bruce stood back, his face pale with worry. He exchanged a look with Paul, who looked back at him with equal concern.

“She’s not responding as she should,” the medic said. “We need to get her checked out immediately. I’ll make sure she’s stable, but I recommend getting her to the hospital, just to be safe.”

“Do it,” Paul said, voice firm but carrying a hint of uncertainty. “Bruce, notify Jey.”

—

As Jey and Damian continued their conversation, discussing how things had been going in the past few days, Jey had just started telling Damian about his son Jeyce sneaking out when his phone buzzed, interrupting him. Jey looked at the screen, recognizing Bruce’s name immediately. His tone shifted from casual to concerned as he answered the call.

“Hey Bruce,” Jey greeted, his voice tight.

“Jey, it’s Rhea,” Bruce responded quickly, the urgency clear in his voice. “She collapsed during the meeting. We’ve sent her to Stamford General. I need you to get here as soon as you can. I’ll send you the details.”

“Alright, I’ll be there,” Jey replied, trying to keep his composure. He hung up the phone and turned to Damian, his expression shifting from casual to serious.

“Damian, get Rhea’s parents from upstairs. We’re heading to the hospital,” Jey said, his voice urgent.

Without hesitation, Damian nodded. “Got it, I’ll grab them.”

Within moments, the group was piled into Jey’s Mercedes. Jey’s hands gripped the wheel tightly, his mind racing with worry as he sped toward Stamford General. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, and all he could think about was getting to Rhea. His son, his family, none of it mattered right now — only Rhea and the baby.

They arrived at Stamford General about twenty minutes later, Jey parking the car with a sense of urgency. Everyone rushed inside, moving quickly through the emergency room, heading for maternity and youth.

Jey walked up to the desk and addressed the clerk. “I’m looking for my fiancé, Demi Bennett,” he said, his voice calm but sharp with determination.

The clerk quickly scanned her screen, then looked up at Jey. “ER31, that’s where she’s located. Room 31 down the hall.”

Jey didn’t waste another second. He motioned for Rhea’s parents and Damian to follow as he hurried down the hall. As they reached Room 31, they saw Rhea lying in the bed, a nurse by her side, and a doctor standing nearby, watching her closely.

Rhea smiled softly when she saw Jey. Her eyes softened with relief, and despite the situation, she managed a faint but comforting smile.

“Hey, baby,” she whispered, her voice weak but warm.

Jey moved quickly to her side, his hand finding hers, squeezing it gently. “You scared me, Rhea,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “What happened?”

Rhea’s mother, looking both worried and relieved, stepped forward. “What’s going on, doctor? What happened to my daughter?”

The doctor nodded and addressed them calmly. “Ms. Bennett collapsed due to stress. That’s the primary cause. We’ve done a thorough check, and everything else is stable. But stress has its toll, and it’s essential she takes it easy from now on.”

Jey’s eyes locked with the doctor’s, his concern growing. “And what about the baby? Is everything okay with the baby?”

The doctor’s expression softened as he reassured them. “The baby is doing just fine. About fourteen weeks along, and everything looks good. Stress can have serious effects on a pregnancy, especially in the early stages. It can cause high blood pressure, reduce blood flow to the placenta, and sometimes lead to premature labor. However, in this case, the baby is healthy and strong.”

Jey’s chest eased at the doctor’s words, though his protective instincts remained strong. He turned to Rhea, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand. “I don’t want you pushing yourself anymore, Rhea. You’re not doing this on your own. We’ll take care of everything.”

Rhea smiled weakly, her eyes filled with gratitude. “I didn’t realize how much I was pushing myself… I just… I thought I had to keep going.”

Jey leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. “You don’t have to, Rhea. You’re my world. We’ll slow everything down. Just focus on yourself and the baby. We’ll take it from here.”

Rhea’s mother gave a small, relieved sigh, stepping closer to her daughter. “You need to listen to the doctors and take better care of yourself, sweetheart.”

The doctor nodded in agreement. “We’re going to monitor her here for a little while and after we are going to release her, but with proper rest and reduced stress, she should be fine. I’d advise she avoid any strenuous activities, and definitely no more late nights or overworking herself.”

Jey looked at the doctor, a serious expression on his face. “Don’t worry, we’ll make sure of it.”

The doctor gave a brief smile, nodded, and excused himself from the room.

—

5:32 PM

Later that evening, after Rhea was discharged from Stamford General, she found herself resting on the bed in the guest bedroom. Her mom had stayed by her side, ensuring she wasn’t alone as Jey, Damian, and Rhea’s dad were downstairs, talking quietly.

Rhea settled back against the soft pillows, her hand resting on her growing belly, a small smile on her lips as she turned her gaze toward her mom. The soft hum of the house created a sense of calm around them.

“Mom,” Rhea began, her voice quiet but thoughtful. “What do you think of Jey?”

Her mother looked at her with a knowing smile, the kind of smile only a mother could give, filled with a mixture of love and wisdom. “He’s exactly what you needed,” she said, her voice soft yet firm, as though she had seen the change in Rhea herself. “He’s patient with you. He’s protective, but he knows when to let you stand on your own. That’s rare.”

Rhea smiled at her mom’s words, the warmth of her approval soothing a part of her that often felt restless. “I’m glad you think that. I don’t know… sometimes I wonder if I’m doing this right.”

Her mom reached over, gently squeezing her hand. “Sweetheart, no one knows how to handle life perfectly. You just learn along the way. And with Jey, you’ve got someone who’ll support you, even when you don’t think you need it.”

Rhea leaned back further into the pillows, her thoughts drifting to the future. “How did you do it, Mom? How did you handle being pregnant and having a career? I feel like I’m juggling everything and it’s overwhelming.”

Her mom chuckled softly, her eyes softening with the memories of her own experiences. “It wasn’t easy being pregnant with you, Demi. You kicked me at the worst possible times, and Jesus, I thought you were sitting on my bladder the entire time.” She paused for a moment, laughing at the memory. “And I don’t know what it is with you, but you wanted pineapples all the time. I swear I couldn’t keep enough in the house.”

Rhea laughed lightly, a small sigh escaping her. “I still love pineapples,” she admitted. “Did you have heartburn too?”

Her mom laughed with her, the sound light and comforting. “Oh, all the time. I’d eat one of those pineapples, and it’d be like my chest was on fire.”

Rhea smiled at the warmth of the conversation, feeling more grounded with each passing minute. “I’m sorry, Mom,” she said, turning her head to meet her mom’s eyes. “I know I haven’t made things easy for you, especially with everything going on right now.”

Her mom shook her head, brushing a strand of Rhea’s hair behind her ear. “You never have to apologize for being yourself, Demi. But…” she paused, her tone becoming slightly more serious. “Have you started journaling like I told you to?”

Rhea sat up slightly, pulling the blanket higher around her body. “Yeah, I’ve been trying. I don’t know if it’s helping, though. When I write, I just feel like a mess. Like I can’t keep my thoughts straight.”

Her mom smiled gently, a look of understanding in her eyes. “It’s not like a pain pill, where you see relief in 20 minutes, sweetheart. You’ve got to let it take you. Sometimes it helps you make sense of the chaos, even if you don’t see it right away. You’ll feel it in time.”

Rhea nodded, letting her mom’s advice settle into her mind. “I know. I just wish it didn’t feel so… heavy all the time.”

Her mom’s gaze softened as she reached over, rubbing Rhea’s arm. “I know it’s tough. But the most important thing right now is you. Don’t forget to take care of yourself. And don’t push everything down. It’s okay to let things out, even if it’s just in your journal.”

Rhea closed her eyes, taking in her mother’s words. She knew she was right. “I’ll try, Mom. I promise.”

There was a brief pause before her mom smirked mischievously, her eyes narrowing slightly. “No offense, but I think your fiancé is a little full of himself,” she said teasingly.

Rhea raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “What do you mean?” she asked, her voice curious.

“Look at all these posters of Joshua and his brother,” her mom said, gesturing to the walls of the guest bedroom, where framed posters of Jey and his brother Jon hung. “They’re everywhere. Like he’s the king of the world.”

Rhea laughed, shaking her head. “Mom, the other room has me and Damian all over the walls. I’m sure Jey doesn’t mind.”

Her mom smiled, clearly just enjoying the moment of playful banter. “I’m just teasing, sweetheart. But really, I can see why you’re with him. He cares about you, and that’s all that matters.”

Rhea smiled softly, her heart swelling at her mom’s words. “Thanks, Mom. I really needed to hear that.”

Her mom leaned in to kiss her forehead gently. “I’m always here for you, Demi. Just remember, you’ve got this. And if you need help, don’t be afraid to ask.”

Rhea nodded, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. “I’ll remember, Mom. I promise.”

As the room settled into a quiet rhythm, Rhea relaxed, grateful for the comfort of her mother’s presence. Even amidst the chaos of life, she knew that with her family by her side, she could face whatever came next.

After Rhea fell asleep for a bit, Rhea’s mother descended the stairs slowly, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she saw her husband, Damian, and Jey gathered in the living room. They were chatting quietly, though the mood had shifted slightly with the tension from earlier. The house felt warmer now, as though the presence of family brought an air of comfort after everything that had happened with Rhea.

As she entered the room, her eyes naturally fell on the family portrait hanging on the wall in the living room. The picture was a beautiful moment captured in time. Rhea’s mother smiled softly at the picture before turning her attention back to Jey.

“These are your kids, Joshua?” she asked, her tone warm and curious.

Jey stood up from his seat, his posture relaxed as he met her gaze. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, his voice respectful. “From a previous marriage. That’s my youngest, Jeyce, and my oldest, Jaciyah. He’s actually about to graduate this year.”

Rhea’s mother’s eyes softened, a gentle warmth filling her expression. “My bonus grandbabies,” she said fondly, her voice carrying a hint of pride. “They must be quite the handful.”

Jey chuckled, his smile genuine. “Oh, they definitely keep me on my toes. They’re with their mother right now, though.”

A thoughtful expression crossed Rhea’s mother’s face, her gaze drifting momentarily to the photograph as though envisioning the children growing up before her. “I hope you two have a good partnership despite the divorce,” she said, her tone gentle, yet probing.

Jey paused for a moment, considering the question before answering. “Yes, actually,” he replied, his voice calm. “She’s only about twenty minutes away now. She was living in San Francisco, but she’s here now. So, we’re able to maintain a civil relationship for the kids’ sake.”

Rhea’s mother nodded thoughtfully, her expression reflecting approval. “That’s good to hear,” she said with a slight smile. “It’s important to maintain peace, especially for the children.”

Jey’s eyes softened at her understanding, feeling a sense of relief in her acceptance. “It’s not always easy, but we try to make it work. I think that’s the most important part.”

Rhea’s mother tilted her head slightly, curiosity lighting her face as she asked, “And what does she do for work? Your ex-wife?”

Jey smiled, feeling a sense of pride as he answered, “She’s an assistant manager at a marketing company. Funny enough, WWE actually uses them from time to time for promotional work, so she’s been involved with some of our projects.”

Rhea’s mother raised her eyebrows in surprise, impressed by the connection. “Well, that’s interesting. Seems like everything has a way of tying together, doesn’t it?”

Jey grinned, nodding. “It sure does. It’s funny how things work out sometimes.”

The room fell into a comfortable silence for a moment as Rhea’s mother looked at the family portrait once more, her thoughts likely drifting to her daughter and the growing family she was becoming a part of. Rhea’s journey had been complicated, but Jey knew that her family, particularly her mother, was an important anchor in her life. And he intended to make sure he fit in, supporting Rhea and her loved ones, no matter the challenges ahead.

Rhea’s mother finally turned back to Jey, a thoughtful expression on her face. “It’s clear how much you care about her,” she said softly, her tone serious but filled with warmth. “I can see it in the way you talk about her. I just hope that with everything going on, you’re both able to find a way to balance everything.”

Jey met her gaze, his heart full of determination. “We will. We’ve got a good foundation, and I’m not going anywhere. I’ll make sure she’s taken care of.”

Rhea’s mother nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “I’m glad to hear that. You’re good for her, Joshua. I can see it.”

Jey’s heart swelled at her approval, the sense of responsibility heavier now than ever. He was ready to protect Rhea and their future, no matter what challenges they faced. But for now, he was grateful for moments like this—moments of connection and understanding that brought their families closer together.

For Dinnertime, Damian had managed to entertain Rhea’s parents with his impromptu lesson on how to make pupusas, his lively chatter filling the kitchen. Meanwhile, Jey couldn’t focus on the conversation or the smell of fresh cooking. His mind was with Rhea, his thoughts heavy with worry. He couldn’t shake the image of her in that hospital bed, so fragile. The weight of everything — the stress she had been under, the baby, his careless words in Titusville — it all sat on his chest like a ton of bricks.

He needed to see her, to make sure she was okay.

Jey quietly excused himself from the kitchen, leaving Damian to handle the pupusa lesson, and made his way upstairs. He moved silently through the hallways, stopping in front of the guest room where Rhea was resting. His heart ached as he opened the door and saw her, asleep, peaceful for the moment. He closed the door behind him, walking over to the bed.

He didn’t want to wake her, but the need to see her eyes, to feel her warmth, overtook him. He leaned down and softly kissed her forehead, a gentle caress that stirred her awake.

Rhea slowly opened her eyes, blinking against the soft light in the room, and then she smiled at him, her eyes still clouded with the remnants of sleep. Jey’s heart lifted, but his worries still lingered.

“Hey, baby,” Jey whispered, his thumb tracing her jawline. “You scared the shit out of me today.”

Rhea’s smile faded slightly, her gaze shifting. “I’m sorry, Jey,” she murmured, her voice a little raspy. “I’ve been having bad dreams.”

Jey’s brow furrowed. He could feel the weight of her words — the fear in them, the strain. He sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand in his.

“Why don’t you tell me about them?” he asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

Rhea sighed and looked away, a small frown pulling at her lips. “I don’t want to bother you anymore than I already am,” she said, the words heavy with something more than just the surface meaning.

Jey shook his head, squeezing her hand tighter. “Baby… are you still upset about what I said in Titusville?” he asked, his voice quiet but desperate to understand.

Rhea met his eyes, her expression guarded. For a moment, she stayed silent before replying, her voice soft. “It’s okay,” she said, trying to convince both him and herself.

But Jey could see it — the hesitation in her eyes, the slight tremor in her words. He knew she was lying, and it broke him all over again.

Jey’s eyes softened with regret. He reached for her cheek, his thumb gently stroking her skin. “I’m sorry, Rhea. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I didn’t realize how deep it went,” he murmured, his voice thick with remorse.

Rhea smiled faintly, her lips pulling at the corners. “It’s okay,” she repeated, though the words felt hollow. She wasn’t okay, and Jey knew it.

Jey’s heart ached. He leaned forward, pressing his forehead to hers. “I’m really trying, baby. I’m trying to be a better man for you,” he admitted, the vulnerability in his words raw and unguarded.

Rhea looked at him, her eyes glistening with something he couldn’t quite define. “I know… I know you are,” she said softly. “It’s just… maybe I shouldn’t let you see my vulnerability for a while.”

Jey’s chest tightened, his hand still holding hers. “Baby, now you’re shutting me out,” he said, his voice breaking a little with the emotion he was trying to hold back.

Rhea closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. When she opened them again, her gaze was distant. “Jey,” she started, her voice shaky, “what did you expect? You think if we pick out our wedding cake, watch some movies, and cuddle, everything just goes back to normal?”

Jey opened his mouth to speak, but Rhea cut him off, her words rushing out in a raw burst.

“No, Jey,” she said, her voice growing firmer, “I just… I just want to keep my emotions to myself for a while. I need to deal with this on my own.”

Jey felt his world slip, like the floor had been pulled out from under him. Her words stung, sharper than he anticipated. He tried to stay composed, but the pressure of the situation, the weight of her hurt, left him feeling helpless. He wanted to fix it, wanted to make everything right, but it felt like he was losing her little by little.

“Rhea…” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “Please don’t shut me out. We’re in this together. We always have been.”

Rhea didn’t respond immediately. She just stared at him, the silence stretching between them like a growing distance neither of them knew how to bridge.

Jey’s heart sank as he realized the truth of what she was saying. She needed space, and he couldn’t force her to open up before she was ready. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for her to heal, but he knew he had to respect her boundaries, even if it hurt.

He gently brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, his hand lingering on her cheek for just a moment longer than necessary. “I’m here when you’re ready,” he said softly. “But I’m not going anywhere.”

Rhea’s eyes met his, and for a brief moment, he saw a flicker of the woman he had fallen in love with. But it quickly faded, replaced by the heavy mask she had put back in place.

“I know,” she said quietly.

Jey kissed her forehead again, his own frustration and helplessness simmering beneath the surface. As he pulled away, he sat quietly beside her, watching her drift off again, wishing there was more he could do.

But for now, all he could do was wait — wait for her to heal, wait for her to come back to him, or wait for them to find their way back to each other.

Jey carefully adjusted the blanket over her, brushing a strand of hair from her face before quietly leaving the guest bedroom. He moved down the hall, his steps deliberate to avoid waking her, and heard the faint ring of his phone from the master bedroom.

Heading towards it, he picked it up from the nightstand and glanced at the screen. The name “Takecia” lit up, and Jey furrowed his brow briefly before answering.

“Hey, T,” he greeted, his tone neutral but curious. “Everything okay?”

“Hey, yeah,” Takecia replied cheerfully. “Just checking—are you still good to pick up the boys on Sunday?”

Jey relaxed and leaned against the doorframe. “Yeah, that’s fine. Sunday works.”

“Perfect!” Takecia said with a hint of amusement. “Oh, and by the way, Demi and Jeyce are too cute.”

Jey’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. “Wait a minute,” he said, a slight grin forming. “Mr. Bartley actually let Jeyce see Demi again?”

Takecia laughed, the sound light and teasing. “Yup. After I made him write an essay about how sneaking out and kissing girls on his couch is not a good idea. Oh, and I brought Dacre some of my famous brownies. No one cannot resist my baking.”

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. “You always did know how to win people over with those brownies, T. They’re still the best.”

“I know,” she said smugly. “Anyway, I’ll see you Sunday. Be safe.”

“Will do,” Jey replied before ending the call.

As he set his phone back down, he turned to find Bella and Barry, their two large dogs, sprawled out across the oversized king bed. The sight made him shake his head with a smirk.

“Must be nice,” he muttered, scratching Barry behind the ears before heading downstairs.

The soft hum of conversation and the clinking of dishes greeted him as he reached the kitchen. Rhea’s parents and Damian were gathered around the kitchen island, pupusa ingredients around them. Damian leaned casually against the counter, mid-laugh as Rhea’s dad shared a story from their past.

Jey stepped into the room, his presence immediately noticed. “You’re back,” Damian said, nodding toward him. “How’s Rhea?”

“Sleeping,” Jey said with a small smile. “She’s tired, but she’s good.” He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and leaned against the counter, taking a moment to soak in the warmth of the scene before him.

“Good,” Rhea’s mom said, relief evident in her tone. “She needs rest now more than ever.”

Jey nodded in agreement, his gaze drifting toward the clock on the wall. “Yeah, she does. And I’m making sure she gets it.”

Rhea’s dad smiled. “That’s what we like to hear, future son-in-law. Keep my daughter safe, and you’ll stay on my good side.”

Jey laughed, lifting his water bottle as if to return the toast. “Always, Mr. Bennett.”

—

Rhea woke up groggily, blinking at the clock on her bedside table. The glowing numbers read 10:21 PM. She stretched and rubbed her eyes before sitting up, remembering that her parents were likely heading to the guest bedroom by now to get some rest. Not wanting to disturb them, she grabbed her blanket and quietly made her way downstairs.

As she reached the living room, she saw Jey and Damian sitting on the couch, casually watching TV and nursing beers. She smiled at the sight and asked, “Where are my parents?”

Damian looked over his shoulder with a small grin. “Traded rooms with me. Said they’d rather see their daughter on posters than Jey’s face.”

Rhea giggled, her exhaustion fading slightly. She plopped herself onto the couch beside Jey, pulling her blanket up around her shoulders.

Jey turned to her, his eyes warm and attentive. “You want something to eat, baby?”

Rhea thought for a moment, then grinned mischievously. “I want hot Cheetos with nacho cheese.”

Damian raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Really? I made pupusas earlier with your parents. You sure you don’t want those?”

Rhea shook her head firmly. “I still want hot Cheetos with nacho cheese,” she said stubbornly, her tone light but teasing.

Jey sighed with a playful shake of his head. “We don’t have any of that. Late-night run to the gas station?”

Damian leaned back on the couch, taking another sip of his beer. “Looks like it. Could probably use more beer while we’re at it.”

Rhea smiled and slipped on her slides, heading toward the counter where she grabbed her keys. She handed them to Jey with a smirk. “You’re driving. I’m too tired.”

Jey chuckled, taking the keys and motioning for her and Damian to follow him. They headed to the garage, and as the door lifted, Damian’s eyes landed on Rhea’s plum-colored Tahoe parked neatly beside Jey’s Mercedes.

“Look at you with another purple monster,” Damian said, referencing the color of her SUV with a grin.

Rhea laughed, running her hand along the hood of the car. “Jey bought it for me.”

Jey shrugged, a proud smile on his face. “She wanted a family car. Figured this was the one.”

Damian gave a nod of approval, grinning. “Well, you did good, Uce. This thing is clean.”

Rhea slipped into the passenger seat as Jey climbed into the driver’s side. Damian got comfortable in the back, his beer still in hand. Jey started the engine, and the Tahoe rumbled to life, the familiar hum comforting to Rhea.

“Let’s go get your hot Cheetos and nacho cheese preggers,” Jey said with a smirk, backing out of the driveway.

“And don’t forget the beer,” Damian added, already scrolling through his phone for music to play during the drive.

—

March 1st, 2025 6:37 AM

The dim, cold light of the holding cells flickered as Thomas groggily stirred awake on the hard bench that served as his bed. The echoing clang of a baton against the bars jolted him fully upright.

“Cal, Thomas!” the guard barked, his voice sharp and commanding. “You made bail. Get your things.”

Thomas blinked, still disoriented, as he rubbed his eyes and stood up. He glanced around the cell, unsure of what was happening. Who would bail him out? He hadn’t called anyone.

Dragging his feet, Thomas gathered the meager belongings he had and the guard escorted him down the narrow hallway, the sound of their footsteps reverberating off the concrete walls. The air smelled faintly of bleach and sweat, a pungent reminder of where he’d just spent the last week.

As they reached the exit, Thomas squinted against the harsh sunlight that greeted him. Parked directly in front of the facility was a sleek black SUV with heavily tinted windows. The vehicle idled quietly, its polished exterior looking completely out of place against the gritty backdrop of the county lockup.

The rear door of the SUV swung open smoothly, and Thomas froze as a familiar figure stepped out. It was Morris.

Morris adjusted his expensive suit, his movements slow and deliberate, the picture of composure. His piercing eyes locked onto Thomas with an intensity that made his stomach drop.

“I’d get in the car if I were you, Cottonmouth,” Morris said coolly, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of menace.

Thomas gulped audibly, his throat dry. He hadn’t heard anyone call him “Cottonmouth” in two years—he earned the nickname for the way he always managed to talk his way out of trouble. But Morris using it now was no compliment; it was a warning.

Heart pounding, Thomas hesitated for a moment, but the weight of Morris’s gaze left no room for argument. Slowly, he descended the steps of the lockup facility and approached the SUV. He climbed in cautiously, the leather seats cold against his back as the door slammed shut behind him.

His fate undetermined..

—

Meanwhile - Liv and Dominik’s Hotel Room

Liv skipped down the hallway of the hotel, her blonde hair bouncing as she carried a small bag of snacks. When she reached the door to their room, Liv pulled out her keycard with a grin, unlocking the door. The click of the lock echoed softly as they stepped inside.

“Snacks are here!” Liv chirped, dropping the bag onto the bed.

Dominik, already sprawled out on the bed, perked up immediately. His eyes lit up as he saw the familiar red bag. “My Cheetos!” he exclaimed, reaching for the Hot Cheetos like a child grabbing their favorite toy.

Liv laughed, shaking her head. “You and those Cheetos, Dom. I’m gonna hit the bathroom real quick,” she said, disappearing into the bathroom.

“Cool,” Dominik replied, ripping open the bag. “I’ll pick out a movie!”

In the bathroom, Liv shut the door and locked it behind her. Her playful smile faltered as she reached into the pocket of her jacket and pulled out a small box. She stared at it for a moment before opening it and pulling out the test inside.

Her hands trembled slightly as she followed the instructions, quickly taking the test and setting it on the counter.

“Okay, 90 seconds,” she muttered to herself, pacing nervously in the small space. Her mind raced with what-ifs as she anxiously counted down the seconds.

When the timer hit 90, Liv turned back to the counter. She picked up the stick and looked at the small window.

Her mouth dropped open, her eyes widening as she stared at the result.

—

The drive back from the gas station was filled with light conversation and an air of calm, though an undercurrent of tension lingered, at least for Rhea. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, her thoughts bouncing between the events of the day and the unresolved feelings stemming from Jey’s words in Titusville. She hadn’t fully let go of the hurt.. and to be honest, she was afraid of another incident like that happening again.

Back at the house, Damian finished the last of his beer with Jey, sharing a few more laughs about old times before excusing himself to his guest room. “Alright, Uso, I’m out. Don’t do anything stupid,” Damian said with a smirk as he walked up the stairs.

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, man.”

As the sound of Damian’s door clicking shut echoed, the house settled into a quiet hum. Jey returned to the living room, where Rhea had already sunk into the couch, her legs curled beneath her, a blanket draped over her lap. She glanced up at him, her expression guarded but soft.

“You want a sprite?” Jey asked, motioning toward the kitchen.

Rhea shook her head. “No, I’m good. Just water, maybe.”

Jey nodded and disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, returning with a glass of water for her and a beer for himself. He handed her the glass and sat down beside her, leaving a respectable amount of space between them.

For a while, they sat in comfortable silence, the faint hum of the refrigerator and the soft ticking of the wall clock filling the room. Jey sipped his beer, stealing glances at Rhea, trying to read her mood. She stared at the television, though it was clear her mind was elsewhere.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Jey finally said, his tone gentle, testing the waters.

Rhea turned to him, her eyes meeting his. “Just thinking,” she replied simply, her voice calm but distant.

Jey hesitated, setting his beer on the coffee table. “About what?”

Rhea took a sip of her water, the coolness grounding her for a moment before she answered. “Everything,” she said softly, her gaze dropping to the glass in her hands.

Jey’s stomach tightened. He shifted closer to her, his voice low and sincere. “Rhea… I know I hurt you. I know I can’t just erase it. But please just.. try to see where I was coming from.”

Rhea let out a small sigh, her fingers tracing the rim of the glass. “It’s not just the words, Jey. It’s… how it made me feel. Like I wasn’t enough. Like I wasn’t doing this right.”

Jey reached for her hand, his touch light but firm. “That’s not what I meant. You’re everything to me, Rhea. I was frustrated with the situation, not you. I took it out on you, and that’s on me.”

She looked at him, her eyes searching his for sincerity. “I understand.”

Jey felt flushed, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. “I promise I’ll do better. No more saying things I don’t mean just because I’m in my head. You deserve better than that, and so does our baby.”

Rhea’s guarded expression softened, though a hint of hesitation still lingered. She wanted to trust his words, to believe he could change. “Okay,” she said after a long pause, her voice still not convince though Jey didn’t press on it more than he already had. “But you have to mean it, Jey. I can’t go through this again.”

“I mean it,” Jey said firmly, his eyes locked on hers. “I’m not perfect, but I’m going to try. For you, for us, for our family.”

Rhea nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Don’t think I won’t call you out if you mess up again,” she teased lightly, her tone softening.

Jey chuckled, relief washing over him. “Fair enough. I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

—

March 1st, 2025 2:36 PM

“Hello, how can I help you?” the airport customer service representative asked, her polite tone masking the tedium of a long shift.

Brent Villanueva, better known as Ball Python, shifted uncomfortably on his feet. His tall frame and lean muscles drew attention from passersby, but he avoided eye contact. The single carry-on bag slung over his shoulder held his few belongings—essentials for a quick escape.

“I need a ticket to Reykjavik,” Brent said firmly.

The representative raised an eyebrow but said nothing, her fingers clicking against the keyboard. “Next flight leaves in four hours. That’ll be $1,937.26.”

Brent pulled out his worn debit card, the edges frayed from years of use. As she processed the transaction, he glanced around nervously. The buzz of the airport surrounded him—families on vacation, business travelers glued to their phones, and tired workers trudging toward their gates.

“Thank you,” she said, handing him the ticket.

Brent nodded, stuffing the paper into his jacket pocket before stepping away from the counter.

He wasn’t running because he wanted to. He was running because staying meant certain death.

Copperhead was gone—word spread fast in their circle, even without direct confirmation. And Cottonmouth? Well, Cottonmouth was just stubborn enough to think he could survive whatever King Cobra threw his way. Brent wasn’t about to make the same mistake.

Morris, the man they all feared and called King Cobra, wouldn’t waste time tracking down his so-called “loyal followers.” Brent knew he’d already painted a target on his back the moment he joined *****’s plan to kill Black Mamba. He just didn’t think Morris would take Mamba’s side…

Brent tightened his grip on the strap of his bag and made his way toward the security checkpoint. The loudspeaker above crackled with boarding announcements, each word a reminder that time was running out.

He couldn’t help but think of the other two men still in Pensacola. Maybe they would make it out, but more than likely… they wouldn’t. Brent had seen it before: the calculated way Morris cleaned house, ensuring no loose ends.

As he approached the TSA line, his heart pounded. He was almost free, but deep down, a voice inside of him whispered: Can you ever truly escape King Cobra’s venom?

The airport was cold, the fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow. Brent stepped forward, the weight of his decision pressing on his shoulders. He didn’t look back. He couldn’t.

Four hours later, when the plane roared into the sky, Brent Villanueva left Pensacola far behind… or did he?

[jintaka-hane]

Our Lucky Night!

Kid and Killer x ... Fans?

Masterlist

Summary: Kid and Killer are famous. As they run into a bunch of hyped-up cheerleaders, they believe it's their lucky night. Words: 700 Tags: @fanaticsnail

Night falls over the small coastal town, and the Kid's pirates make their way back to the ship.

A short distance ahead Kid and Killer chat animatedly, followed closely by Wire and Heat. They take in the sight of nocturnal bars coming to life, their signs flickering on, inviting anyone in search of fun and company.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

A thrilled, high-pitched squeal echoes from the street nearby, startling them, who look around in surprise.

“OMG look at theeeem!!!!!”

The shrieks are followed by a chorus of feminine shouts of excitement, applause, and nervous laughter.

"They’ve put up the new ones!!”

"Girls, come see them!"

The pirates continue down the street, confused, not quite understanding what’s causing such a commotion. Kid tries to address his crewmates, raising his voice to be heard above the clamor, when a sudden cry cuts him off.

"PIRATES GET ME SO TURNED ON!"

They exchange perplexed glances for a second, then break into a synchronized sprint down the street, eager to discover where the shouts are coming from.

Their four heads peer around the corner to spot a throng of about twenty women clustered at a bar's entrance, jostling each other to catch sight of the two new bounty posters pinned to the facade (likely just to appease the law).

"Why they gotta be so ripped and hot?"

"The higher the bounty, the hotter they are."

The girls stand on tiptoe with enthusiasm, leaning on one another for support as they strain to see the photos more clearly.

"Think they'd ever drop by this town?"

"I could think of a couple of jobs if I joined their crew."

Unconsciously, the pirates begin to mimic the girls, pushing each other competitively to gain a closer look and listen more intently.

"Those scars are mad sexy…"

Wire shakes his shoulders to free himself from Heat's tightly gripping fingers.

"Damn, the redhead is SO fucking hot, I can't even…"

They fix their eyes on the captain's face, just in time to witness how his cheeks flush involuntarily, turning several shades redder than their usual tone.

“Look at him… look at that badass face… look at that wild red hair."

"I wonder if he's also a redhead down there…"

Wire bursts into hearty, uncontrollable laughter.

"Hey, Cap'n, looks like you've got yourself a fan club," he says, delivering a friendly slap on Kid's back, further unsettling him and causing his cheeks to blaze even brighter.

The girls, still clustered at the bar door, continue their lively conversation.

"Think I can rip off the poster and take it with me?"

"You have no cure, you're addicted to redheads."

"Oh, he would be MY cure."

Kid chuckles.

His initial timidity begins to dissipate as he starts to process the increasingly naughty conversation.

"I've heard he's missing an arm."

"Yeah? Well, if he had me, he wouldn't need it…"

"… guys," Kid says, watching as the group of spirited girls continues to heap praise upon him, "… maybe we can stay on land a little while longer…"

“I wanna call him sir!”

“I want to change him, I want to make him worse!”

Kid smiles with a lopsided, mischievous grin, and Killer shakes his head and clicks his tongue beneath his mask, “be careful what you wish for, girls…”

"HAHAHAHA!!"

The cheeky laughter echoes across the harbor, drawing Kid along with it. He laughs openly and shamelessly, hands on hips and chest puffed out, clearly pleased with himself and the admiration he seems to be receiving from the women.

"And look at the other one, ain't he a hottie?"

"The first mate?"

All the Kid Pirates turn towards Killer. With arms crossed in a serious and stoic demeanor, he stays silent, secretly more grateful than ever for wearing the mask to hide his blush from the others.

"Oh, how I love men with long hair."

"I wanna brush his hair."

"I want to sit on his face!"

"… lucky bastard," Heat mutters, his gaze hypnotically fixed on the group of girls.

Kid throws an arm over Killer's shoulders in camaraderie, giving him a friendly shake. “Well, Kil,” he says with a large, cheeky grin, “looks like it's our lucky night!”

"Ladies, how about we head inside for a drink?" suggests one of the women, the others nodding eagerly.

Watching the girls disappear into the bar, Kid rolls his shoulders, straightens his back, and lifts his head high.

"Don't wait up for us, boys!" He calls out before striding purposefully toward the tavern, radiating self-assurance.

Killer follows close behind, his steps measured and hesitant, and as they reach the bounty posters, he casts a quick glance at them.

"Kid, wait," he grabs Kid's shoulder to halt him.

"Huh?" Kid spins around, a broad grin still plastered across his face.

Killer gestures toward the bounty board, and the captain steps closer to inspect it, his eyes landing on the two freshly posted wanted posters

...

"Killer..." he says, clenching his jaw so tightly it could almost crack, "not a FUCKING word of this to the others..."

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[heyaheiya]

Meet Cute

(Katsuki x reader)

(y/n uses she/her pronouns)

This is mostly the result of me listening to too much kpop+jpop whilst reading fics.

As a teenager, katsuki didn't understand the hype around idols. Sure, they were pretty, but all he could see was how fake it all seemed. When he went out and was surrounded by all the flashy posters and loud ads playing of yet another idol group with the same faces, it pissed him off.

That was until one night whilst studying, katsuki's phone started playing a song he'd never heard before. He listened to it all the way through, then looked up the artist, only to find out it was by an idol group. (He gaslit himself into thinking he didn't even like the song in the first place.)

He ended up falling down the idol rabbit hole and became obsessed with the group that caused it. After a long night on his laptop, he had researched everything he felt he needed to know about the group; the members, every album they had released, appearances on variety shows, photoshoots, etc. By the end of it, he had found himself obsessing over one specific member. You.

As a newly debuted hero, he was constantly invited to these massive celebrity events. At this point, he'd become a massive fan of the group, and luckily, you had been the most successful member, constantly doing solo work. All of which was playing in Katsuki's mind nonstop.

(But he'd never admit it to anyone. Once Denki had made a joke about him being a closet fan boy, and he had a fit at anyone who even snickered at it.)

He was currently at a red carpet event, and whilst answering a few questions from reporters, he heard a voice he had only ever heard on TV. His head whipped around so fast, in the clip that made it to screen, you could hear a reporter startle and ask if he were okay.

Behind him, there you stood, all dolled up and an extravagant gown that made his designer suit look cheap. He almost got on his knees and kissed the ground you walked on.

But due to his rbf, when you met his eyes, you thought he was about to yell at you. You flinched so violently, you almost fell over, grabbing onto one of your member's shoulder. Katsuki mentally scolded himself all night.

Later that night, he found you standing next to him, and he took his chance.

"You're y/n, right?" He asked, as if he didn't already know.

"Yeah," you think to yourself for a second, "I'm sorry, do you have a problem with me? You've been giving me death glares all night.."

He wanted to die. Not only had you caught him looking at you every chance he got, but his stupid face already got you, his celebrity crush idol (pun intended), to not like him.

This was his only chance to get you to like him, so what better way than-

"SOITHINKYOUREREALLYCOOLANDTALENTEDANDLOWKEYHOTLIKEYOULOOKREALLYGOODTONIGHT"

You burst into laughter.

"The explosion hero, Dynamight, just complimented me? I must be a pretty good idol then."

To him, it's an embarrassing memory that still haunts him years later. However, you keep telling him it's a 'meet-cute'. He doesn't know what that means, but he just accepts it.

[carcarcraziiv2]

Heartsteel Ezreal Boyfriend HC's

On a side note, I'm using wet--milk's gifs on like all of these wanna say thanks for clippin good gifs person!

~To the cute green haired Ezreal~

~Floof, mostly just floof honestly -shrug- as always enter at your own risk!~

Ezreal is the kind of guy who does not G.A.F about PDA. He will kiss you, hug you, smother you in affection no matter where you are. Ironically, he was shy when the two of you first met, but that flew out the window as soon as he realized how amazing you treat him and how you accepted him so purely. Contrary to his general attitude, if anyone starts giving you any extra attention that makes him or you uncomfortable, he will confront them. He will be brave and walk up to them and tell them who he is to you and make sure they know not to f around. "You're so cuuute! Come here. -Hug-. Honestly, y/n, I never want to let you go." "Is there a reason you're talking to my partner? Carry on, see what happens."

Ezreal is THE joker. He acts shy a lot of the time, but he is a huge goof ball. He will constantly be scheming with his bandmates for a silly prank to pull on you. As a matter of fact, Ezreal and Sett have pulled quite a few pranks on you. They never let you in on the ones against Kayn and Aphelios though, and certainly it can't be because they don't want you to know all their secret plans, right? On the contrary, it is hilarious to prank him especially to scare him, because he has the best reactions! Usually, you team up with his other victims to get back at him, and it makes it all the more worth it. "Hehehe, sorry my love. We just thought it would be funny. Please don't be mad at me? Awh, I knew you couldn't stay mad at this face!"

Ezreal is... an attention seeker. All his life he has been striving to be in the spotlight, and that is no different when it comes to you. He will be attached to you by the hip wherever you go. He even took it upon himself to steal some of "his" posters from his bandmates rooms and hang them up in your bedroom, so you always see him even if you aren't together. If you ignore him to rile him up, be prepared for an onslaught of tackle-cuddles and kisses when it's just the two of you. He will also take it upon himself to shower you in attention. When you dress up for him, for example, he will lower his glasses and look at you through his lashes with his jaw dropped. He is your ultimate hype man. "Do you like them? Yeah, I used to be in a band before Heartsteel, can you believe it? What? No, I'm not taking them down!" "Come here, why have you been ignoring me? -1000 tiny kisses all over your face- You have no choice but to pay attention to me now!"

Ezreal's kisses are sporadic, chaotic, and messy- but not in a bad way. He has this way about him that makes him almost seem desperate when he kisses you, like he's a man starved. Sometimes he will even push you against the wall, groaning into your mouth when you finally let him in. He will back away from you, pulling at his hair and biting his lip to show you how much you affect him. On the other hand, if you take the lead he will literally melt into a puddle. If you grasp his face, pull him close and kiss him gently, he releases little whines that make butterflies erupt in your stomach. "Gods, you're so perfect. I'm not going to stop kissing you. Ever. You got that?"

Ezreal is a pouter when you argue, but he is also such a joker that it's hard for him to tell when you're actually upset with him. Once he does, he will do literally anything to make sure that you aren't mad at him for long, even if it means contradicting what he thought was right in the moment. He will become a soppy mess if you actually show him your anger. May even shed a tear. By the end of it, you feel so bad you have to give him loving to make up for it all. "Love, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were serious... I promise I'll pay more attention next time, okay? Come here, let's cuddle about it."

Ezreal just doesn't say goodbye. As a matter of fact, he just assumes he is going with you wherever you go, and vice versa. If you somehow end up somewhere without him, if he doesn't know where you are, he may just go into a slight panic? Usually running to Yone for help, eventually getting a text back from you (he sent SO MANY texts). His separation anxiety is cute, even though it's sad, and it makes you hyper aware of just how obsessed with you he is. "Where ARE you, my love? Oh my gods, you scared me! Please don't leave me again, I don't think my heart can handle it."

[erinartemis]

OMGOMGOMGKFMSGSKB IM FREAKING OUT IT'S HERE!!! MURDER DRONES EPISODE 7 TEASER!! EEEEEE!!! I went frame by frame and picked out some cool scenes I wanted to scream about, so get ready for a bunch of crazed ramblings and some theories !! (Long post ahead, folks)

Okay first of all- just- the lighting in these shots ✨ simply gorgeous... Also that "poster" thing in the background of the first image is very interesting.. obviously it says HELP (though that looks scrawled-on afterward with probably blood), and it looks like there could be possibly eyes? EDIT: it's not eyes it's two drones standing !!!

Also can we appreciate how creepy cool that hole in the ground is :00

THEIR ROOMS! THE SILLIES' ROOMS!!! WHAT SECRETS DO THEY HOLD?? I hope we find out

EDIT: THEY'RE LOCKERS NOT ROOMS OOPSIES

Good to see we've still got a bit of that classic md humor: "not to be overdramatic but core collapse" xd

N oh no N IS HE OKAY?? what am I talking about ofc he's not (I'm going to cry at this episode)

OKAY NEXT-

This thing. What is this thing. Probably part of the Solver, as it's all organic and eldritch-y, and it has veins. It looks lit from behind, almost like we're looking out from the inside of something? I think it's possible somebody gets dragged into one of those physical manifestations of the Solver, and this could be their perspective from inside it! Oooor we're looking at it from the outside, and there's something glowing inside the mass.

Next up, these guys??? So many possibilities here... They look like humans, but they aren't necessarily so, just like the "Tessa Isn't Human" theory. And from what little you can see in the teaser, they are moving in an odd way- suspicious. I originally thought they could be manifestation of the Solver or something, created to confuse, but after considering it for a bit, I realized it's more likely this scene is a flashback to when the core collapsed.

SOLVERUZISOLVERUZISOLVER- OHHHH BOY SOLVER UZI

Okay. This shot is a bit confusing; can't really make out what's going on- To me, it looks like something is possibly exploding? And the red string things are lasers or something? Also the blobs in the foreground definitely look like Solver hands, but- that's all I've got for this one

Tessa. Tessatessatessa tessa are you pulling a sword on Uzi? oh no, you are, aren't you, ohh no

WHAT DID UZI SEE. ON THAT TV SCREEN. HELP SHE LOOKS SO TRAUMATIZED- Also also wanted to point out the "freaking ninja star" on the ground.. little callback there :,)

the crucifix will be important, oo religious imageryyy eee

DOG.

Small thing, this is clearly the same scene from the GLITCHx 7/8 teaser, but it's the shot from a little bit before the clip in that teaser plays. I wonder how much control Uzi has over herself at this point... These robots are going to so much pain someone help them

norinorinori nori I'M SO READY FOR THE LORE AND FLASHBACKS EEEE

OMGOMGOGMOGMOMG YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW HYPED I WAS WHEN I SAW THIS- WE'RE GETTING MURDER N YALL!!! FIRST TIME SINCE THE PILOT EEEE!!! Oh my gosh I just KNOW it's going to be an emotional response to something horrible happening- something to do with Uzi getting fully possessed, or almost dying, or N THINKING she's dead, or just all the stress of EVERYTHING, along with V's (hopefully not actually) death, and it just pushes him to his breaking point OH AND all the repressing he's been doing this whole time WILL NOT BE HELPING WITH THAT !!! I'm SO EXCITED TO FIND OUT AAAA-

Oh it could also be that N gets factory-reset, causing him to actually lose his memories or something, which is AN ENTIRELY DIFFERENT PILE OF ANGST, but personally I hope/think it'll be closer to the first one... It seems very likely to me that all of the stuff N's been going through (and how he's just been pretending everything's fine) would catch up to him, and it would lead to an "outburst" of everything he's been bottling up. PLUS do y'all remember that merch ad?? I know it was just a promo, but merch stuff has been shown to be kind of relevant to the plot in the past soo... yeah I'm feeling very good about this theory-

Okay so this is the same guy from the earlier image with all the humans- That feels notable, like they're going to be important. And is it just me and my poor video quality or does the Sentinel hand look glitchy?? Could it have turned on the humans like the one that turned on "Tessa" in Cabin Fever??

Oh dear, that's oil (or blood; they whole thing's too red to tell) coming from Uzi's eye... Feeling like the same thing that happened to Doll happens to Uzi... agh the ANGST hdfbsjsb

DOOOOOLL DOLL DOLL !!! SHE'S THERE !! I THINK SHE HAS BUTCHER KNIVES AGAIN !! I wonder who she's fighting... (I mean it could be a sentinel, but it looks like she's talking, so I'm guessing it's one of the group) ee I'm excited to see where Doll's character goes from here !!

ALLLLRIGHTY!! This has been a breakdown of my personal thoughts on the teaser! I am SOOO excited; these next two weeks need to go by FAST but ik they won't- Anyways... thanks for reading ! :D

[multi-fandomsfreak]

Hi I was wonder if I request tom wachowski with a goth sister and she comes and visits and the trouble trio absolutely LOVE HER because she’s so sweet 🥺

Tom Wachowski with a goth sister

Hey there thanks for the ask!

Honestly I’ve been feeling like shit for the past couple of days so seeing this ask actually put me in a better mood. Hope you enjoy it ~Blaze/Dawn

Pronouns: Not mention but reader is referenced to be female

Warning: ⚠️Slight mentions of Tails and Knuckles backgrounds in the second movie⚠️

Requested: Yes/No

Characters: Tom + Maddie + Sonic + Tails + Knuckles

Proofread: ❌

Credits: Poster belongs to Sega and the people who created the Sonic movie + Banner by adorbbs (Edited By Me) on Pinterest

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- Let’s start this off with Tom absolutely loves you, your his sister of course he does. He doesn’t care what you look like or what you do, he's going to support you all the way just like you did for him growing up and defend you from anyone who bullies you about your style. Of course he’s not going to get physical because he’s not really that type of person but he’ll definitely give them a talking to.

- You two often like to hang out when you both have the time with him being a cop and all. Since you often like to come visit him this means that you get to see Maddie a lot as well and she absolutely loves you as well. She’s definitely impressed with your style and absolutely loves it. I feel like she’ll definitely hype you up about what you wear. She also really appreciates your kindness and how you are willing to help her with some stuff.

- Now onto the trio:

- For Sonic I have a feeling you’ve met him some point near the end of the first movie. At first you two were surprised with each other. You were surprised because there was this random creature who claimed to be a hedgehog standing in front of you and was talking to you. If it wasn’t for Tom and Maddie managing to calm you down you honestly thought you were hallucinating. As for Sonic he was mostly surprised yet interested in you. Like sure he’s seen some interesting people when he was totally not stalking the town of green hills but you're different. He honestly admires you in a way. And to think that your ‘Donut lords’ sister just makes it even cooler.

- He definitely opens up to you quickly, this is mostly because of how you are around him. You treat him so nicely despite him clearly being different from you. If you’ve seen the second movie he considers Tom like a father to him and I like to think that maybe he considers you as an aunt. He also may or may not called you aunt one time when you visited him and yes he may have gotten teased by Tom about it but honestly you didn’t even mind. You're just glad that he feels that comfortable around you that he called you that.

- He definitely asked you if he could try on some clothes and of course you let him. Although they clearly didn’t fit him due to the size difference between you two but honestly he didn’t care, he’s having fun with it and may even give you a little fashion show while he’s at it.

- For Tails and Knuckles they’re kind of similar. Both of them met you at some point after the second movie. They mostly likely met you when you decided to catch up with the other three unaware of tails and knuckles. As soon as they heard the door open and to Sonic happily going over to you excited to see you with Tom and Maddie following behind him of course they got curious and when they saw you they were immediately surprised.

- For Tails I feel like he’d be a little caught off guard when he first saw you. He wasn’t scared of you of course but just like Sonic he hasn’t really seen anyone like you. But despite the initial surprise from him he actually kind of admires you. He really likes how you're open about your style and not really caring about what people think about it. He really appreciates that.

- Again just like Sonic he opens up to you quickly as well. Maybe even quicker than sonic. Since he didn’t really have anyone back on his planet seeing how kind you were to not only him but other people makes him kind of want to be around you 24/7. He really likes it when you visit.

- When you do visit over he really likes to show you his gadgets that he created and hearing you saying how cool it looks and how smart he is he couldn’t help but feel really happy that you enjoy them. If you're willing to listen he’ll explain in a lot of detail about them, even if you don’t really understand certain terms he’s saying. Seeing that you're listening to him explain it is enough for him. Maybe if he has the time he might make something for you. As a way of saying thank you.

- For Knuckles as mentioned in some of my previous posts, it takes him a while to open up to people even if they’re the kindest person in the world he’ll have trouble opening up to them. If you consider his backstory in the second movie it’s honestly understandable why. But despite this he’s actually really interested in you. Unlike Tails who may be caught off guard or for Sonic who was initially surprised when first meeting you, Knuckles surprisingly took an interest in you. But despite this he’s still a bit cautious of you so he kind of admires you from a distance. Eventually Tom notices this and somehow manages to convince Knuckles in one way or another to talk with you. This then eventually leads to him being more open around you.

- He’s kind of the same like Tails when it comes to being around you. He’s definitely very attached to you although not as open compared to Tails but still it’s kind of obvious that he is even if he doesn’t directly say it to you. Due to this he can be protective over you. If someone even dares look at you the wrong way or comments on your looks he’ll tear one into them before you eventually have to take him somewhere else.

- I feel like after hanging out with you just like Sonic he kind of sees you like an aunt due to you being related to Tom and how kind you are to him. Maybe accidentally called you aunt as well and Sonic may have teased him for it but quickly gets shut down but Tom when he said he did the exact same thing.

- Overall, although they show it differently all of them really appreciate you.

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[letters2won]

10 things I hate about you

01: on my bucket list

half written, 0.6k

You tapped your foot aggressively by the gates near the soccer field as Beomgyu finally makes his way over to you with a juice box and a half eaten hot dog.

“Seriously Gyu?” you huffed out with furrow eyebrows. With ketchup all over his mouth, he gave you a puzzled look before he handed over the other half of his hot dog.

“UGH! I know, I know! I’m such a cool president but save the compliments for later my disciple” he laughed out proudly, making sure to pat you on the back harshly as he made his way to the bleachers.

You gave him a puzzled face, it was baffling how free spirited he was. To be honest it’s starting to scare you. Your face scrunched up at the sight of the hot dog that was falling apart in your hand before finally tossing it into the trash can.

You were too busy cleaning your hands to notice the game started. Clasping your hands together with closed eyes, you begged to get this over with quickly before rushing to the field.

Your camera dangled around your neck while you looked for a spot to take pictures of the boys. Not wanting to be close to the two teams fighting over the ball you opted for the corner of the field. You were getting ready to snap a few pictures when all of a sudden an aggravating noise came from behind you.

It was Beomgyu, he was cheering like he won an over watch match. Somehow he was decked out with face paint of the school color all over him and a big poster board which had “Decelis Soccer team #1 fan” written on it.

He felt a chill go down his spine out of no where til he realized you were shooting daggers at him. He gave you a sheepish smile and thumbs up while you gave him a tight lipped smile.

You turned back around with an actual smile this time as you think of how unreal Beomgyu is when you hear him let out a few barks. You shook your head and finally began to shoot.

You managed to get shots of the boys scoring points and hyping each other up, even sneaking a few of the crowds supporting them with cheers. Scrolling through the pictures, you failed to realize the ball aiming right at you and the quick “WATCH OUT!”

The voices went in and out as your eyelids grew heavy. The last thing being heard was a panicked voice going, “oh shit i killed her!?”

When you awoke from your slumber, your head was pulsing as you sat up. “Yn you’re up?! I thought you died on us!” Gaon cried out while running over to cry into your shirt.

You looked up to see all your friends sighing in relief, “Okay why is he crying about me being dead and why on earth is Eumppappa is here?” you deadpanned as you rub Gaon back comforting him.

“For moral support—” Gyuvin began cooing at his dog causing you to roll your eyes.

He then continued, “plus you got hit in the face with the soccer ball in front of everyone!” he snorted.

You groaned before banging your head on the wall behind you on accident, wincing in the process. “Gyu even got it on camera!” Chuu blurted out.

“Chuu that was between us!”

“oops. .”

“Gyu you are SOO dead when i recover.”

Beomgyu waved you off absentmindedly, “I guess you don’t want to see who sent the ball flying in your direction~” he teased.

“NO! Tell me. . please”

He smiled in victory before pulling his video to show you. He slowed down the video and zoomed into someone with jersey number 01 on the back.

You’re eye twitched as you clenched your blanket while Beomgyu laughed loudly, “No way!”

“Lee Heeseung is dead meat the next time I see him!”

⤷ first chapter! i really don’t like how the written part came out but it’ll have to do as it still trying to get better at writing🤕

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SYNOPSIS ౨ৎ Lee Heeseung has it all, he’s captain of the soccer team, popular, charming and hilarious (at least in his eyes). What he doesn’t have though is a girlfriend OR a prom date making him desperate. You on the other hand want nothing to do with him or his silly problems, but how come you two are always clashing heads in the end?

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If you were their idol girlfriend

« OT8 x fem reader » (Hyung Line)

Genre: fluff 10x.

Warning: use of pet names

A/N: STOPPP I WAS ON TIKTOK AND THIS IDEA POPPED UP AFTER WATCHING AN EDIT OF FELIX AND I.N😭😭 (they are just being cute little guys)🫠

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Bang Chan

OMG, he’s so supportive like he’s your literal dream hype man every-time. He goes to almost every concert of yours. he always finds his way backstage fluttering you with compliments after your performance. He’s also always making sure your properly rested and hydrated asking you little things like, “did you drink any water” or “are you tired, you need a break.” Every-time it’s around comeback season and you come home late from practice or the studio. He always has dinner already made and will run a bath for you to relax in.

“Channie, im home” you walked through the door, slipping your shoes off and your bag. You walked towards the kitchen, in hopes your boyfriend would be there, for you to sink into. You saw him in the kitchen cooking with his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows. You threw your arms around his waist and laid your head against his back. “Hello, to you too” he smiled as he heard your muffled hum. “I started the bath for you, go get in and I’ll meet you there, yeah?” He softly said planting a kiss on one of yours hands. You made your way to the bathroom and sluggishly stripped your clothes from your body. You stepped into the bath slowly letting the water caress you to a relaxed state. A few minutes later Chan slowly peaked his head in and then eventually his fully body. “I see your relaxed now hmm?” A peaceful hum left your lips, you were so at ease, after this comeback you’ve been working extra hard and chans been there through every step of the way. You really felt like you had the best boyfriend.

Lee Know

I He’s like so proud of you all the time after every performance and sometimes on the inside he’s always fanboying over you. Like if you were on tour, he’d be with you all the time, on every plane and at every concert. He’d always go back stage to talk to you during little breaks or before you go out. He always pays attentions to the little things you do when your nervous, so he knows exactly how to calm you down before you go out to perform.

“Deep breaths, deep breaths baby, your okay” you stood in front of Minho holding his hands trying to catch your breath. You were about to perform for the MAMA awards, you’ve been working so hard perfecting your performance but you were so nervous. “In and out, there you go” he said finally getting you to stabilize your breathing. “Fuck…I’m so nervous it’s not even funny” you said while doing small hops in place while shaking your hands trying to possibly shake the nerves away. “Your fineeee, there’s nothing to be nervous about, this is your life” he planted a kiss on your lips, fixing ur mic and ear piece with a light smirk. Suddenly you felt a little bit lighter and your nerves fluttered away. You smiled while doing a light jog, to go to the place you deeply loved. The Stage.

Changbin

Stop Changbin’s like your number 1 fan I promise you. Sometimes he can’t believe your with him. He’s always gawking over you like I swear, like you’ll come home from practice or something and you’ll see him at the table unboxing your album. He’d be all giggly about it too like he’d take the photo cards and if he got you he’d be all smiley and shit like “OMG, LOOK I GOT YOU BABE” you’d always just sit and smile at him, hiding your bright red cheeks. Sometimes you’ll scout next to him unboxing the rest with him.

“Babyy…you look so good” he said pointing at you after unrolling the poster. “Binnieee…” your whined cover your face, You couldn’t help but grin practically ear to ear, as he showered you in praise. “Cmon baby show me your face, don’t be shy” he grabbed ur hands taking them off your face. He just smiled at you, almost star-struck that this was his life, you were his girl and he loved that his.

Hyunjin

OMGGG HYUNJINNNN. He literally worships you all the time, every time he looks at you he swears he’s looking at an angel. He especially likes to watch you when your dancing, he’s obsessed with your dance style and he loves hearing your voice when your singing. He listens to your songs on repeat I swearrr. Sometimes he’ll ask you to like teach him the dance break to one of your songs that he likes and he’d practice till he perfected it so he can show you.

“Y/nnnn can you please teach me the dance break to _______” he climbed into bed next to you playing the part he wanted to learn. You smiled and your cheeks burned a rosey red. “Of course ..Jinniee” he jumped up excitedly and grabbed ur hand running towards the living room. “It’s a bit hard so it may take a while” you start teaching him step by step but one part he keeps messing up on. “Hyunnie…you gotta like glide your hand with your hips” you said staring at him attempting the move again. “Like this” you smiled and walked over to him and grabbed his hand “like this?” You giggled. “Look watch me” you played the music and then when the part came up you dropped your hand towards your hips slowly moving them at the same time. He starred at you in awe. “You really are a pretty angel.” Your eyes glistening and your cheeks blushed.. “Hyunn” you leaned over and kissed him softly. “Your the pretty one”

A/N : I SKIMMED PAST THIS SOO IF MY SPELLINGS OFF LMK❗️