#he is like. pest in the brain (affectionate)

[65bananba]

fuckign hate how everytime i miss kim dokja im like. "i miss kim dokja" *opens orv*

"i miss kim dokja" *opens orv*

"i miss kim dokja" *opens orv*

"i miss kim dokja" *opens orv*

"i miss kim dokja" *opens orv*

"i miss kim dokja" *opens orv*

"i miss kim dokja" *opens or

#he is like. pest in the brain (affectionate) #kimcom this is ur fault now i miss him all the time #i love rereading orv what i do not love is that i still shed TEARS for this mf #when they say u are just. Creature™ after reading orv is accurate i feel like im about to gnaw through the sidewalk #orv

[jakescakeislateforourdate]

Kaz Brekker and His Stupid Nicknames

In attempts to show you some love, kaz reverts to the most boyish and juvenile confession he can manage: name calling.

Idiot

Kaz has no idea what he’s doing. This feeling that you give him is bad. It’s weakness. So he tries to kill by convincing himself that you are nothing. He calls you idiot or imbecile right and left, hoping his brain will understand that you’re of no use to him.

But that’s not true because he thinks you’re brilliant.

Most commonly he uses it on heists. You save his sorry hide and because the phrase “thank you” does not exist in his vocabulary he simply says

“Try not to die, idiot! Don’t wanna drag your corpse outta here.”

Kaz thinks he’s slick. Hiding his silly little crush like this. He’s being a jerk and belittling you. No one would glance twice because he was just being classic Dirtyhands.

Wrong

Nina notices first. It reminds her of the young grisha boys who don’t know how to flatter a girl so they simply yank on fistfuls of hair or scream obscenities.

She thinks it’s stupidly adorable; making jabs at Kaz that he deflects easily. But she knows. She sees it clear as day.

Pest

Flea is a bit too mean but pest implies enough how irritable you make him. It implies that you’re swarming his thoughts and plaguing his dreams.

“You’re such a pest!”

You’re not. You’re anything but. From your stupid face that makes his heart skip a beat every time he sees you to the stupid things you say the awaken butterflies in his stomach. So irritating. So dumb.

Inej discovers next. She notices how Kaz can’t keep his eyes off of you. She notices how his lips twitch every time he calls you a name, like he meant to say something else entirely. She finally picks up on Nina’s jokes. They whisper to each other when Nina feels his heart beat faster.

Dummy

He’s got it down bad.

This term is affectionate. Less cruel than idiot. More teasing. Kaz knows that you know that he believes you to be fantastic. Why else would he keep you around? Why keep sending you on jobs? Why keep you right by his side at all times?

“Right here next to me, dummy.”

He doesn’t proclaim it so loudly anymore. He doesn’t need all of Ketterdam to think he’s parading around a so called idiot crow. It’s for you and only you.

Which is why the ever observant Wylan Van Eck finds out next. He watches Kaz mumble under his breath when he calls you dummy. It reminds Wylan of how Jesper flirts.

Wylan smiles to himself when he ponders the moments he glimpses. Kaz Brekker, Dirtyhands, a secret softie.

“Don’t want the dummy to get hurt now do we?”

It’s like a romance novel playing out right before Wylan’s eyes. And while he doesn’t make jokes, he chuckles whenever Nina says something witty that makes Kaz’s eye twitch.

Darling

The first time Kaz calls you this it’s a complete accident. He was just minding his own business filling out some paperwork and trying to get you out of his head. You come into his office needing to ask him a few questions about the upcoming heist when

BAM!

“What do you need, darlin’?”

You freeze and moments go by as it sinks in. Kaz is horrified. As it dawns on him his ears and cheeks go cherry red. It was so casual. So easy to say.

You blink at each other and you smile.

“Call people that often?” You’re so bright.

Kaz glowers and lowers his gaze, shaking his head.

“Scram.”

He flicks his hand toward the door and picks his pen back up.

“Not until you answer me.”

So bold of you. Kaz takes a deep breath and rocks back in his chair. This is a weakness. He should stamp it out. But one glance your hopeful face and he’s caving.

“Only you. Now scram, darling!”

This would be when Jesper notices. He overhears Kaz say it just once and that’s all it takes. Kaz calling someone darling. So sweet and sentimental there’s no possible way it’s true.

But when Jesper looks around and Nina and Inej and Wylan giggling and teasing, the pieces fall into place.

Oh

Oh it’s so cute

So fueling to Jesper’s teasing.

Jesper likes to push Kaz by flirting with you. He just wants to watch Kaz marinate in his childish anger and fess up about what’s going on. The only person who doesn’t know is Matthias if Nina hasn’t spoiled it.

Angel

Oh how the hearts swoon. Kaz finally weak in both knees. This name is used whenever you’re about to do something dangerous or during reunions.

Kaz can’t clutch you in his arms like he wants to. Can’t kiss you and drown you in affection like he craves. So he puts it all into one little word and hopes you get it.

“Be safe my angel.” Or “Glad you’re alive, angel.”

He used it pretty sparingly. There’s not many moments where you’re apart anymore so it’s a rare word.

It’s almost a little to cheesy and cliche for him but he uses it regardless because he likes to see you beam.

This is when the team recognizes it as a whole. Including Matthias who was clueless up until he witnessed it first hand.

Dirtyhands soft in the heart.

Last but certainly not least

Honey

This is code for Kaz wanting a domestic moment. Quiet time in the Slat while he helps you clean up after dinner or iron out his button-up shirts.

This is most likely when Kaz would show physical affection.

His gloved hands on your hips as he whispers in your ear,

“Honey, I love you.”

He only says it when he knows no one will hear. It is only for your ears. Only for you to know. Because this word is a dream.

It’s symbolic of the life Kaz wants to give you. Security. Safety. He wants an honest life with you. One you can be proud of. He’d really like to marry you and stay with you forever.

He wraps you in his arms, guarded by the sleeves of his shirt.

It’s hope for the chance at touching without the armor.

He spins you around and kisses your lips. Soft and sweet and slow.

Honey honey honey

It’s his favorite. No other name could compare. Not idiot, not pest, not dummy, not angel or even darling.

Something about the promise of a future warms him and suddenly his weakness doesn’t seem so bad any longer.

Honorable mentions: sweetheart, love, doll, sweet pea, investment

#kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker #shadow and bone #six of crows #crooked kingdom #kaz x reader #yourfellowfandomfiend

[trashrattt]

Some Code Lyoko headcanons I have had over the past couple of months:

Out of all the things Odd has pursued in art-wise, he loves painting and film-making the most, as it doesn't matter how messy or terrible it could be, he just loves trying his best (and would argue that whatever it is, IS art, and lists off the reasons why it's so great in a heartbeat)

When Aelita first came to earth, she ate too much ice cream at once, and thought she was dying when getting a brain freeze (she LOVES caramel with her ice cream, she cant do without it)

William is a HUGE theater kid, he could recite his favorite play quote for quote in a heartbeat (I can't say what his favorite could be because I've only seen Heather's, and I'd probably make some people mad lmao)

After months of Aelita lecturing him about 'getting some fresh air once in awhile,' Jeremie unintentionally picked up a habit of sitting at a particular bench while in intense thought (when they defeated Xana, he would often sit there and think of miniscule school related problems, and thinks of Aelita whenever he passes by that bench)

Out of all of Xanas monsters, Odds favorite are the Hornets because "Sure, they're pests, but they helped improve my aim, and now I always know where to shoot, theyre practically nothing now" (he HATES megatanks to death, he often asks someone else to deal with one if they pop up)

Yumi is a huge fan of classic literature, and often asks William if there's any books she would like, as he too loves it (they would often talk about different plot points they liked or despised in a certain book they read)

Ulrich loves to indulge in his Pencak Silat training, as often that's how he can express himself (it's the only thing he truly likes to do, and his father doesn't bug him about it)

(This takes place during Evo) after William got integrated into the group again, he and Aelita often get together to do their nails, while eating pizza secretly after hours (the two think they're so bad) Aelita often tries eyeliner as well, and William always compliments her no matter how good or terrible it is

Yumi definitely went to Kyoto when she was a little older, as she was already talking about it in the series

William had braces up until he was 13, he would often complain how "braces didn't look cool on him" and "my teeth are already straight" until his parents finally obliged, getting them removed a couple days prior to being expelled (he hated smiling for photos during that time, as he had this punk look to him, while having very obvious braces on) (he wears retainers to bed when he was at Kadic)

Odd and Aelita had this ongoing bet, where one set a bet that either Yumi or Ulrich confessed first, the prices raising every week (when they did, the number was up to the thousands, and neither one could pay each other, even if they wanted to, but that doeant mean they dont joke about it)

(This one's more of an observation from Evo) William LOVES going to Lyoko, giving him the thrill he wanted in life, but he has repressed rage back when he was Xanafied for months, often taking it out on Xanas creatures as if to make a point that he HATES Xana for what he did to him (often being rather brutal in the way he fights)

Jeremie will always keep the photos he took with Aelita the first day she came to earth, and often treat it as a precious item of his (and would complain for anyone slightly damages it)

Ulrich and Yumi often bonded over the fact that before meeting Odd and the others, that they were two lonely kids in their own families, both liking the fact that they related strongly to one another due to their strict family lives (this was when Hiroki wasn't there at the time)

Back when, Williams mom often was overly affectionate, and Will was always "Mooomm stoooooppp-" but after being Xanafied for months (Which must really be disorienting having the month be May, and then the next being fucking December or some shit) he doesn't mind his parents being affectionate, as he realized just how important they are to him

Yumi often talked to Williams clone, sometimes being like "Do you think I'm doing the right thing?" And he often says "Even though I am not the real William Dunbar, I'm sure he would be proud of the person you are today, Miss Ishiyama" (tbh I wanted a scene like that)

Jeremie is obviously very bad at expressing his emotions, but he holds his freinds dear to him, but doesn't know how to show that, so instead back then he'd buy small cheap gifts for everyone as he saw on the internet "gift-giving is a good way to express your gratitide to people that are dear to you" (evreyone eventually convinced him to stop as he was spending too much)

After William being dished on the lore that happened (because I'm sure nobody told him much) he and Aelita had a invisible bond with each other as they were both Xanafied (alot,) they often comfort each other if one had a nightmare or whatnot, very wholesome

Ulrich hates to admit it, but he and Will are very simular, as the two have a 'older brother' vibe to them in the group, and they often argue with each other often, arguing who "has to" protect each other (William often using the excuse that "he's the older one")

William is a HUGE cat person, and got really exited seeing Odd for the first time on Lyoko

And so on, I should stop because I have too much on my mind (I can make a part 2, Def)

#code lyoko #william dunbar #aelita schaeffer #odd della robbia #ulrich stern #yumi ishiyama #jeremie belpois #code lyoko evolution

[quillpokebiology]

Orbeetle Facts

(I have one named Joker and the entire time I was writing this, he was floating around and trying to type on it. I just felt the need to share this)

(Art by isoptin on Deviantart)

-The genus name for the Orbeetle line is "Coccinella Praedica" which roughly translates to "Scarlet Prediction" 

-Because of their appearance, with their eyes being all swirls, their antenna looking like angry eyebrows, markings resembling a mustache, etc, they're often Pokemon chosen to be the smart villains in a lot of comics and movies 

-Unlike most other flying (not flying type; just bugs thst fly) Bug Pokemon, Orbeetle's elytra don't protect any wings. They instead use it to protect their brain. The elytra evolved to be small buds from lack of use

-Orbeetle are related to the Ledyba line, with both of them having a common ancestor

-Orbeetle's name comes from Orb and Beetle, which would make Orbeetle sound like orbital, referencing the way it moves around (similar to a satellite)

-Because of their gigantimax form, there are theories saying that Orbeetle came from space. These theories are not true, and I can not express enough how misinformed this theory is

-Orbeetle have a very violent mating ritual. I won't go into detail, but it involves biting, scratching, stabbing, dragging, etc. They also have a very violent way of protecting their eggs, and I'll link the post talking about it at the end

-Orbeetle have been known to have hypnotize other pokemon and make them their 'minions' that would do anything they ask of them

-Because of their intense psychic abilities, Orbeetle are able to sense things with their antenna 15x more likely than the average bug pokemon

-Due to their intelligence, it is actually possible to teach an orbeetle how to read and solve math problems! There was an instance in 2015 Galar where an Orbeetle learned how to solve long division

-Orbeetle are known to be very violent Pokemon in general. We can easily understand where this came from; they're often bullied, picked on, and hunted by larger Pokemon, and the only thing they have going for them is their wits. But when they evolve, they have both the strength and intelligence to get revenge. They end up being really violent and vengeful as Orbeetle

-Going from the fact above, it can be very hard to befriend an Orbeetle if they weren't caught as a Blipbug or Dottler. In the wild, you'll often see Orbeetle have Pokemon close to them that were with them when they were still a Blipbug

-Because of their absolutely massive brain, they aren't able to stand up without using their psychic powers

-Orbeetle are violent hunters, and mostly ear smaller and weaker bug types (never Blipbug though. They tend to leave them alone). But there were some cases where they have taken down Scolipede

-Despite not being from space, Orbeetle actually do surprisingly well there

(Art by artsy-rc on Danbooru)

-There eyes have a hypnotic effect on them, which will swirl when hypnotizing someone

-Female Orbeetle have larger abdomens than male Orbeetle

-In the rare instances when Ledian and Orbeetle interacted, Orbeetle were shown to be passive and even quite friendly with them. This was a large shock to researchers, since Orbeetle would usually attack bug pokemon similar to Ledian. The most popular theory they have is that Orbeetle might see themselves in Ledian, with both of them being Coccinellidae pokemon

-In many spiritualities, the number 7 symbolizes intellect, wise, insight, truthfulness, and intuition. I theorize that this came from Orbeetle

-While Blipbug are seen as pests by a lot of farmers, Orbeetle are seen as a good thing for farmers since they eat the Pokemon that would eat their crops

-Orbeetle are not very affectionate with their trainers, but they'll often give gifts to them to show they care

(Art by Inesanemona on zerochan)

Joker is still hovering, so I decided to let him type something:

"Helo ddhduishejslauwbebfjdbsjsndx"

-Joker (I taught him how to spell "Hello." Be nice. He is still learning)

Anyways, here's the other Orbeetle post

#ooc: made ledian and orbeetle get along because its an alien and ufo #ooc: and there also doesnt always need to be a reason we csn wxplain yet #ooc: like how alligators will judt leave manatees alone and scientists still dont know why #orbeetle #blipbug #dottler #pokemon #pokemon irl #irl pokemon #pkmn irl #irl pkmn #pokeblog #pokeblogging #pokeblr #rotomblr #rotumblr #pokemon roleplay #bug types #psychic types

[tinytinyturttlesoup]

Ignore me

Do you ever look at a giant turtle man in his 40's or something and think. Yeah....that's my bby girl. Because ive been thinking this about MNMC Leon for a hot minute. he is smelly and covered in blood. good for him. ( affectionate I love this Leon) It makes me think about how I have chosen to depict BFL in my own story. Yeah the trauma and guilt is a given. I feel like that is a core part of his Fannon interpretation. to take that away would rob alot of what I think makes him a good character to play with.

However.

I also feel like ignoring the parts of him that would live on in him from how we see him as a teenager dose his character a disservice. let the motherfudger be goofy. Let him be a bugs bunny pest. And then give him a sword and throw him into the horrors. Honestly I feel like this is where we see his relationship with Casey truly shine as a not quite father not quite son duo.

Even if i personally have decided that my Leo fully leaned into the roll as a father and dose see Casey as his son in some compacity.

I like thinking of how Leon might have became more like a traditional version of how splinter parented the turtles. They live in an apocalypse of course Leon is gonna focus on keeping his sorta kid alive more then how he personally grows. That doesn't mean hes not loving and doesn't teach Casey the importance of love and family. It just shifts his priorities on how he taught casey this stuff. how they both learned to handle their grief anyway.....

BFL make brain go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

#I love you sweetie #rottmnt #rise leo #teenage mutant ninja turtles #bad future rottmnt #bad future Leonardo #im just talking out my ass

[dorothea-jpg]

A Different Side To Nysa

As she ran her soft hands through Nysa’s pink hair, Annora became curious. It had occurred to her that she knew almost nothing about Nysa. She didn’t know her favourite colour, she didn’t know her favourite animal, she knew nothing.

“Nysa?” Annora asked shyly and was slightly shocked when the Cerulean hummed in reply.

Okay… no backing out now… Annora just had to ask a few questions.

“Um… do you have a favourite colour?”

Silence fell upon the girls for a stiff few seconds before Nysa burst out with laughter.

“Anything. You could ask me anything in the world and you ask what my favourite colour is!? You’re so funny, princess!”

Annora’s multicoloured cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“W-what else am I supposed to ask?? It’s a perfectly average ‘getting to know’ question!”

Nysa giggled in amusement.

“Yes but it’s boring! Think of a more fun question and maybe I’ll answer”

Annora wracked her brain to find a question worthy of Nysa’s attention before— That’s it!

“How did you get those scars on your back? It must have hurt terribly”

Annora could see Nysa’s eyes light up through the mirror she was sitting in front of. It gave her hope that she was going in the right direction.

“Oh, they hurt! They hurt real bad! It was amazing!”

Annora stayed silently brushing and styling Nysa’s hair as she told the story of her worst scars.

“I was 19, a year after I had left the rabideyes training. I was hired for a job to take out this one malicious beast that was terrorising a whole village. Now, normally I would take jobs that would hurt animals because… well you get it right? Hurting animals hurts your heart. They’re all just trying to survive, just like the rest of us!”

Annora had to hold Nysa’s shoulders to stop her from jumping or jittering in excitement.

“But I really needed the money and I honestly couldn’t afford to reject another job so I accepted”

Nysa rubbed her nose slightly.

“I found her and I was like really apologetic and shit about how I had to take her out but I went for it anyway”

Annora kept nodding along, honestly invested in the story.

“I tackled her and that’s when she got me!”

Nysa suddenly slammed her clawed hands on the vanity table, causing Annora to squeak in surprise.

“She mangled my back real good before running away” Nysa said in a giddy manner.

Annora was confused about why Nysa was so happy about it. I mean, she could’ve died! Annora knew that if it was her, she be terrified.

“Wow! That’s so scary! How did you survive?”

“Eh, most of it was my healing abilities but there was this old lady that found me bleeding out and essentially babied me until I could move again. Gods, I miss Doris’s sprietzals…”

Annora giggled at that.

“Well, I hope that our cook's sprietzals are as good as Doris’s”

Nysa hesitated.

“… don’t tell Sid this but his sprietzals can’t compare to Doris”

“Why can’t I tell him? Maybe he’d put more effort in?”

Nysa sporadically shook her head, messing her newly tidied hair up.

“Because he’d poison me! I mean, most human poisons don’t kill me but it feels like being sick! And being sick sucks! It feels like DEATH”

Annora giggled once again.

“Aren’t you being a little bit dramatic? Sid isn’t that kind of person”

“OH you’d be surprised at how MEAN he can be when his cooking is involved”

Annora sighed affectionately.

“You are quite a character, Nysa Vokial”

Nysa cackled.

“That’s what our warden at Bohalro said to me when he didn’t want to be mean and call me a pest to my face. Heh, coward”

Now that she had mentioned Bohalro, Annora had another question. She was cautious however as even though Nysa had been nothing but kind to her, she could be unpredictable, you had no way of knowing how she would react to certain things and that really worried Annora.

“Uh… Nysa?”

Nysa hummed once again, encouraging Annora to continue.

“I have another question but it’s kind of personal…"

Annora noted how Nysa sat up straighter and how her expression got slightly more serious.

The princess took a deep breath before letting go.

“Why did you become an assassin? You always complain about the lifestyle but if you hate it so much why go for it in the first place?”

Nysa had now stiffened and her usually relaxed face had hardened. Annora’s heart dropped in fear, regretting ever bringing it up.

“… that’s a can of worms you don’t want to open princess”

“I- I didn’t mean to say anything I just wanted to get to know you better and I always was curious about why you joined the rabideyes since you never have anything kind to say about them and I’m so so so sorry, it will not happen again, I swear it!”

It was almost laughable to Nysa how panicked Annora was.

Nysa chuckled and relaxed slightly but the tension in the room wouldn’t quite go away.

“It’s okay to ask questions I guess… you’re just lucky you didn’t ask Khiiral instead”

Nysa let out an evil cackle in an attempt to scare Annora.

“That would not have ended well for you, princess”

Nysa felt a sense of sadistic satisfaction when Annora gulped.

The princess forced herself to pull herself together and straighten up. She wanted to be firm with Nysa for once.

“I’m being serious, Nysa… I want to know who I’m housing in my palace. I’m afraid this arrangement won’t work if you or Khiiral are not honest with me”

The fear returned to Annora as she felt the air in her quarters worsened and the tension thickened.

Nysa whipped around in the fancy chair she was sitting on and her piercing stare had Annora consider calling in Raye to protect her.

“I don’t like talking about this. I really don’t like talking about this. Who said you’ve that level of trust with me?” Nysa said harshly.

Annora wanted to be brave and she honestly tried her best.

“I want to work with you, Nysa. I’ve come to consider you a good friend of mine and I would never want to make you feel uncomfortable but certain things about you can’t be kept secret if you want to continue working for my father”

Nysa huffed. She sunk down on the fancy chair and crossed her arms across her chest tightly with a grumpy pout on her aquamarine face.

She kind of looked like a child who was denied something.

“You’re really lucky I’m not Khiiral…” she muttered to herself before sighing dramatically.

“Fine! I’ll tell you but just so you know, I like you a lot less than I did five minutes ago”

That statement hurt Annora, way more than she thought it would hurt but she persevered through knowing now that she hit one of Nysa’s sore spots and was really prying into the girl's private life.

“It- it wasn’t my choice to join the rabideyes. I never wanted to become some mercenary for an ancient Elven organisation”

“What did you want to be?” Annora asked softly.

“I wanted to be a pirate! I was going to join a crew as well but I was kidnapped by some greedy assholes who wanted to sell me and Khiiral on the black market!” Nysa ranted in pure anger.

“Two rabideye members found me and Khi and offered to take us home but there was no way in seven hells would either go home. I missed my chance to be a pirate anyway because of those fogwoggles…”

Annora’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Why wouldn’t you want to go home? Your parents must’ve been very worried about you!”

Nysa snapped at that.

“Not everyone has a perfect life with perfect parents, Annora!”

Annora flinched at Nysa’s sudden outburst and looked down at her elegant shoes as if they were the most interesting things she had ever seen.

“It was either become a paid murderer with a man who was willing to be my parent or go home and be abandoned by the people who were supposed to protect me!”

The vulnerability in Nysa’s eyes was a rare sight to behold. Annora honestly felt like a monster at that moment.

Nysa exhaled shakily as her face softened.

“I had already been abandoned once, I wasn’t going to let it happen again”

She then abruptly stood up from Annora’s fancy chair and left the girl's quarters without a word.

Annora was stunned into silence. The only feeling she was left with was guilt, she shouldn’t have forced an answer because Nysa was right, they didn’t know each other well enough to talk about anything like this…

The princess could only sit there and attempt to process what had just occurred…

#original character #original content #original fiction #original story #backstory #short fiction #short stories #short story #angst #royalty #past abandonment #past kidnapping #childhood trauma #trauma

[astraldelights]

Still Moments

Synopsis: Steven can have rough days, you decide to make them a bit better.

Content: fluff!! No spoliers

Author's note: my monkey brain compelled me to write this. After watching the 1st episode I felt I had to write this. HE DESERVES ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD. He baeby.

'Click'

The door to Steven’s apartment unlocked. Making your way into the cozy but cluttered place, you got to work.

With the knowledge that Steven would always be working much later than you, a small routine had started to make his rest at home more comfortable. Just doing little things like picking up the trash bin and clearing it conveniently whenever you came over to the apartment. It was always filled to the brim. Walking over to the fish tank, you greeted one of the two residents of this apartment.

“Hey Gus, had an interesting day? I know I didn't. "

"What do fishes do all day anyway.” Pausing for a response that never came.

“Swimming I guess.” You answered back for the fish. Grabbing his food from the side, you sprinkled it and watched as he globbed up the floating specks.

“Now that your dinner is done I suppose it's time for mine too.” No response again from the illusive fish.

You walked off to take a quick shower before starting your own and Steven's dinner. The fridge door swung open, it was almost empty except for a few pieces of chicken and lettuce. You needed to restock it, but well that was a chore for tomorrow. Taking them out, you prepared simple chicken sandwiches with mayo. After eating your own portions you left two for Steven. Not really much appetite left for a dead tired man and with limited ingredients you didn't make too much for him.

Moving to the TV you sat down on the couch you got him for Christmas. When he first received the gift he seemed shocked, he wasn't very used to people being nice to him. Mostly with the fact that people treat him like a pest. It also doesn’t seem he’s close to any other family members that are not his mom and even she never visits. Previously, he’d only have a roller chair in the apartment. However when you started hanging out at his place more, he had another person to watch the history channel with, but only one chair. You decided to fix that. While the couch was a hassle to move into the already cluttered apartment, you still made it fit.

Sitting on its soft cushions, the TV droned on in the background as you drifted off.

' I hope he’s home soon '

-

‘Click’

The door unlocked. Steven walked in, exhausted to the bone.

“Gus,I'm home”

He dragged his feet in and saw you sleeping on the couch as the Television continued showing reruns of old Wheel of Fortune episodes. Steven kissed your forehead lightly before heading to the kitchen. However, that light affectionate gesture had woken you up from your rest. You slowly got up from the couch, following Steven to the kitchen.

“Looking for something to eat? I made you some sandwiches but i should probably heat them up first, and you can shower first”

“Thanks babe” He smiled with a sleepy face, leaving a chaste kiss on your cheek.

-

Placing the chicken sandwiches in the microwave, you waited as he freshened up. When you first met Steven, you thought he was awkward and a bit weird, but he still had a certain charm to him. You couldn't really describe it, but one thing led to another and after a few dates you started dating. Although it was difficult at the start trying to understand some of his ‘certain’ habits, you got used to them. Loving him, quirks and all.

‘Beep! Beep! Beep!’

The microwave called out, drawing your attention back to the present. You carefully took out the hot plate and placed the sandwiches on the counter. Steven exited the shower and placed a towel on top of his head. Dragging a chair to the counter, Steven sat down beside you and started eating his food. You stared as he ate, appreciating his deep brown eyes. You brushed his wet hair from his face, tracing your finger through his thick brown locks. The moment was still, peaceful. A contrast to the chaos of daily life, it seemed like time stood still with him there. You could just appreciate each other's presence, no words needed to be exchanged.

Both of your minds thinking, "How did I end up with someone like you?"

-

Lit lavender candles on the table, you snuggled up on the couch with Steven. He laid his head on your chest, enjoying the calming scent that was given off from the candles. The channel had been switched to his favourite, the History channel. While he laid in comfort, it still seemed his mind was troubled.

“I fed Gus, he said his day was boring. I think fish don’t do much, do they?”

“Yeah, they mostly just get to swim all day. Although, I might prefer that than facing Donna at the Museum.”

“Was it that bad? Did she call you ‘stevie’ again?” You traced circles in his hair. He relaxed further into your embrace with this comforting gesture.

“Something like that. But only you are allowed to call me that.” He huffed. You laughed slightly at this, he was so cute.

“Well, do you want to talk about it, ‘stevie’?”

With that comment he blushed at the nickname you had given him. He nuzzled his face into your neck,”Not really babe, i j-just want to enjoy this right now”

You silently agreed and let him rest. Turning your eyes to the television, it had seemed his favourite segment of the history channel had started. Ancient Egypt 101. Steven tried to intently watch the program, but it had seemed his fatigued state would not let him.

“His soul will be judged by 42 assessor gods who must be convinced that he has lived a righteous life.” The television program spoke.

“Did you know-yawn- there was an artefact called the heart scarab amul-yawn-et that would allow the user to not reveal the sins they committed as they…” Steven tried to continue on explaining but it seemed that his exhaustion had taken over.

You patted his head gently,”Rest Steven, I'll still be here in the morning.”

With his final bit of energy he said, “ Thank you love, for all this”

With the lavender scent and the comfort of your embrace, he had finally allowed his hectic mind to rest.

#Steven grant x reader #steven grant #moon knight x reader #moon knight #marvel #marvel characters #marvel fanfiction #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #fluff

[twsthoodstar]

Dorm Leaders react to Pokémon evolving

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

How would the dorm leaders react when their friendly little Pokémon companions aren’t so little anymore? Evolving into a very powerful creature of phenomenal ability?

I’ll just be doing the dorm leaders that do have a Pokémon with potential evolution! As Azul, Kalim, & Idia have been paired with Pokémon with either no evolution or have already fully evolved. — 🍬

Riddle Rosehearts 🌹

Riddle’s a mix of pride and sadness because Floette isn’t little anymore (then he collared Cater for teasing him 😅). But Riddle’s rather impressed with Florges’s form as it brings an air of grace and beauty that reminds him of the Queen of Hearts herself! While Riddle does miss holding hands with Floette as they walked through the rose maze, Florges hasn’t seemed to change much.

Although it has gotten a bit braver and gained much more confidence since evolving, it still prefers to be by Riddle’s side when visiting Heratslabyul. It will even gift him some flowers that it grew itself as a thank you for taking care of it! He tries not to cry. (Riddle’s basically a proud mom now 😂)

Riddle sometimes wishes he could visit your world and learn more about Pokémon like Florges. He’s always been impressed by its gardens and how tender and loving. Once he learns of Florges’s background, it inspired Riddle to be a better person and try even harder than he is now.

Leona Kingscholar 🦁

So the little runt finally found it’s roar huh? Honestly Leona could care less if Litleo had evolved, also that’s not to say he wasn’t intrigued. Creatures such as Pokémon were nonexistent in Twisted Wonderland, so naturally Leona wanted to test its strength. However, Pyroar surprisingly didn’t seem to care, or even acknowledge Leona or his grunts at all!

It simply turned it’s head and walked off, choosing to lie down somewhere in the sun. Leona was more confused than anything, and a tad annoyed, at the sudden change in personality. What the heck happened to the little spitfire? But Leona didn’t see it as a big deal and actually decided to nap with it right then and there. ‘Bout time the pest does something better to do the cause a ruckus.

Honestly though, the Savanaclaw students were pretty in awe at Pyroar’s form and were kinda upset that they didn’t get to fight it. Ruggie simply snickered, saying how much Leona rubbed off on your partner, which earned a growl of disapproval from both the lions before they turned the other way to get some shuteye.

Vil Schoenheit 🪞

Now Vil has said before that he wasn’t taking anymore babysitter requests from you, as your Zorua caused an abundance of trouble in his dorm and mischief such as that was not tolerated in Pomefiore. Vil instantly kept his distance. Memories of torn sofa cushions, Epel’s screaming, and confused yelling filled his brain. However, when Zoroark saw Vil, it didn’t something only someone with a death wish would do.

It rushed up to squeeze him and affectionately chomped onto his head!! It didn’t hurt, but Vil was absolutely livid! You quickly tried getting Zoroark to let go but it just continued to hug Vil even more as it were Floyd! Rook was actually walking through the halls during this commotion to try and find Vil, and rushed to your aid as an angry Vil complained.

Poor Vil was so angry, and he gave both you and your partner a scolding about proper care and discipline for….well, whatever Zoroark was. But the Pokémon felt bad, which was surprising to see as your little Zorua normally enjoyed causing mischief and teasing others. Maybe it just enjoyed Vil’s company, but it looks like there was no way you could come back to Pomefiore now.

Malleus Draconia 🥀

Let’s just say Malleus was rather perplexed upon seeing Dragonair’s new form. 😅 It’s previous form looked so….different. It’s regal blue form was replaced with a large rounded dragon! And a cuddly one at that! As soon as Dragonite recognized Malleus, it went in for a big bear hug, cooing excitedly as it rubbed its nose against his cheek.

Malleus hasn’t received much attention or affection from others than Lilia and his grandmother, he naturally he froze up, completely surprised at the Pokémon’s actions. Which caused alarm as Sebek and Silver frantically rushed to try and pry it off their young lord, while Lilia laughed at Malleus’s surprised face.

He actually hugged Dragonite back, making the dragon-type even more happy, and you giggled at his smiling face. As a Dragonair, it always took a liking to Malleus and was so affectionate and cuddly with him. Maybe this time it was to finally be able to embrace him! 😊 Meanwhile, Sebek was crying in the corner, how come Lord Malleus never embraced him like that?!

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #pokemon #pokemon imagines #pokemon headcanons #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia

[cognitosclowns]

Casual sex with Andre and by casual I mean he fingers you while you play minecraft, this man is giving you head while you watch TV. This man is lazily tweaking your nipples while you both talk about shit and your jacking him off. Just random sex that is so lazy but nice.

OHOHOHOHO YES

NSFT BELOW, MINORS DNI

NO YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND THAT IS <333 HIS ABSOLUTE FAVORITE SHIT IN THE WORLDDD

The kind of sex that just Crops Up Outta Nowhere In Particular?? <33 where both of you get too worked up to help yourselves and end up forgetting whatever previous activity you were up to

Like just <33 expect random kisses and touches. He just gets so excited and lovey around you. Just,, this massive burst of '!!!!' and before he knows it he's sucking your neck <333

GRERKGRK HE REALLY DOES MAKE SUCH A PEST OF HIMSELF SOMETIMES (affectionate)

You're cooking? Sorry he's gonna sneak in between you and the stove bc he wants Kisses. You're laying down reading a book?? expect him to flop on you and start kissing n nibbling your stomach <33

He loves slow sex. He's so used to,, super fast, erratic sex - which is a blast, he loves that - but vvvv casual, slow sex is the shit that RUINS HIM

The two of you murmuring about your day, cuddled up on the couch while you jack off together?? Super slow kisses all along his face?? OH he starts shivering like he was left out in the snow overnight <3

OR EVEN JUST,, TAKING CARE OF YOU??

bc some days he doesn't really want any attention <33 he just really wants to see you cum. its such a lovely, relaxing sight for him <3

JUST <3333 the two of you lazing about in bed watching a movie, your back to his chest while he gets you off??? Seeing you all limp in his arms, only really tensing when you cum before you nuzzle into him and drift off to sleep?? <333333333333333

YKNOW WHAT?? COCKWARMING PLAYS INTO THIS.

I know i already did a cockwarming ask but like,, AA THERE CAN NEVER BE TOO MUCH <333

early saturday-morning cuddles that slowly devolve into sex is Maybe The Best Thing In The Universe

<333 you always know when he's woken up hard bc,, when you kiss him good morning he groans like his soul is being pulled out of his body <33

GRK IF YOU HOOK A LEG AROUND HIS WAIST?? <333 he'll make such a relieved, happy sigh before sliding in <3

OH HIS FAVORITE THING <333 is trying to see who's composure breaks first.

the most casual chatting <33 what's the weather supposed to be today, any errands to run - meanwhile he's balls deep w/ these vv slow, dragging thrusts <33

MORNING SEX = HE BARELY PULLS OUT BEFORE GRINDING BACK IN. He doesn't wanna be out of you and he DOUBLE doesn't wanna move too much <3 just enough movement to get some friction, that's it <3

His arms wrap around you when he feels you clench up <333 his brain isn't even active enough to shut himself up so it's just this,, Very Excited String of barely-intelligible 'yeayeayea <3' when you get close!!

EEEE

<333 when he cums it's always this,, sighing 'fuuuuck <3' as he lets his head loll forwards into your cheek. Nearly a breathless laugh??

OH YOU TWO ARE GOIN THE FUCK BACK TO BED BABEY <3333 you think he's getting up after that? FUCK no he's warm and cozy and >:( he's not moving you can't make him <3

IDK IF THIS WAS WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND BUT <33 IT WAS SUPER FUN TO WRITE, TYSM!!!

#NSFT #MINORS DNI #EEEE #andre lee x reader #andre lee #GOD I LOVE HIM <333 #inside job #GRKRK <333 HE DESERVES SOFT CASUAL SEGGSSSS <333 HE DOES HE DOES #yall get morning seggs as a treat smndmsd #AAA THIS WAS A BLAST TO WRITE <33 SORRY IF THIS WAS A BIT HECTIC I WROTE IT AT 2 AM SMDNSM

[crestfallercanyon]

So, this morning, my brain has been on a particular thomally headcanon that I thought should be shared.

Look, I know (and mostly agree) with the common consensus that as a couple, Thomas and Gally would not be the type to shower the other with endearments and pet names. Thomas would probably have more for Gally than Gally for Thomas if anything.

HOWEVER, I am a firm believer that both of them definitely have their moments. Some that started before, when they were still antagonistic (in not a fun way) and it just bled into their time as a couple.

When they first met, Thomas called Gally a jerk, and Gally called Thomas a pest, and it wasn’t nice. But as they got to know each other, Gally just drops the word pest, but for Thomas using jerk becomes jerk (affectionate). Like when Thomas is just ranting about his day and tries to tip-toe around being outright mean about someone who irritated him, “this guy was just so frustrating, like can’t you just not bother me for five seconds, like I know I know how to do it, but —“ and Gally just cuts through all the attempts to soften the situation by getting to the heart and saying: “the guy sounds like a fucking jackass who doesn’t want to do his own work and is taking advantage of the fact that you’re smarter than him at his own job without giving you the credit.” Thomas just blinks and is like “God, you’re such a jerk,” but is also super appreciative that Gally just gets what he’s going for and is more willing to be outright mean because that actually gives him the catharsis he wants. And Gally just laughs.

Or when Thomas is just constantly bouncing around, and is being absolutely antsy as fuck, and won’t sit still no matter how many times Gally tells him to cool it for five minutes while he finishes something. Think Gally would just look at him and be like “alright, zippy, how ‘bout you run a few laps outside while I finish this up if you can’t fucking sit still.”

(And sometimes, when Thomas’s impatience is not directed at Gally, Gally will explain Thomas’s antics by saying “well, he’s Tigger — his top is made out of rubber and his bottom is made out of springs.” And Thomas just grins).

When Gally’s feeling a little overwhelmed with things but won’t stop working — because let’s be real, Gally has the same “power through anything” mindset that Thomas does — Thomas will come over and clap him on the shoulder and say “c’mon, big guy, think it’s time for a break.” And when Gally finally gets something working after working on it for forever, Thomas will give him a thumbs up and say “atta boy.”

And vice-versa, when Thomas is at the end of his rope with stress and feels he's out of ideas, Gally will tap the bottom of his chin and say, “chin up, kid, you’ll make it work.” and Thomas will joke that he’s older than Gally goddamn it, but he not-so-secretly likes it.

Or if Thomas is just hammered, plastered, making Gally carry him home on his back kind of drunk, he pokes Gally’s cheek over and over and calls him “freckles”. Gally will laugh and say “c’mon pretty boy, let’s get you home.” And Thomas just excitedly pokes his cheek again and says (unashamedly horny and hopeful) “places to go and people to do?” to which Gally tells him “the only thing you’re doing is taking a shower, eating some bread, drinking some water and going to bed. Else I won’t be sympathetic about the hangover you’ll have tomorrow” to which Thomas will whine and say “God, why do you have to be Mr. Practical? You’re the WORST,” and Gally responds with “I know.” And a few minutes later, hanging on Gally’s back, Thomas gets guilty and just hugs his arms tighter around him and whispers, “you’re not the worst.” To which Gally laughs and responds again, “I know.”

The big endearments, the loves and honeys and sweethearts are really rare. But they do get used. When Gally’s really down, Thomas tends to take his face in his hands and tip his head to the side to make sure Gally’s paying attention to him, and that’s when he might say, “c’mon, sweetheart, talk to me.” And for Gally it’s when Thomas is being strangely clingy. Like during an argument when neither of them are willing to compromise yet but Thomas doesn’t want Gally to storm out, so he's keeping his eye on the door, Gally will start off with a sarcastic “fine, dear, whatever you say,” but after a bit mellow out and be like “okay, hon, let’s try this again."

So this got out of hand, but yeah. As much as I don’t think they’re the most endearment-happy couple, I do think they use them and make up their own.

#thomally #tmr #the maze runner #tmr gally #tmr thomas #headcanons #nicknames #endearments #pet names #do I love when the really serious endearments only get pulled out during BIG moments #yes #is it a trope that I will use again and again and again? #yup #deal with it

[holykillercake]

Heavenly Demons

paring: Doflamingo x Reader

word count: 1.7k

summary: How far down would you go to rise with the person who makes your heart beat stronger?

highlight:  ¨Haste is the enemy of perfection, Doffy. We shall have all the time in the world.¨

warnings: implied smut, Doffy himself is already a warning, right?

notes: Hey guys! So, I have read a lot of stories where the main character contrasts with Doffy, but I wanted to write one where the reader kinda shares his ideologies. I really hope you like it!! <3

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath as the salty fresh air cooled your body down. The waves crashed violently, and thunderings cut across the skies, shouting to all eight seas to prepare themselves. You were coming for the throne. You were coming for the golden seat above the great serpent soaked in blood. 

Large hands caressed your belly, fingers flirting with the soft skin of your breasts. You felt Doflamingo's naked and burning skin brush against your back, salty splashes of seawater blending with the salt of your sweat bodies. 

¨Do you remember what you told me that day?¨ his voice was low and deep, masking the ferocity of a roaring predator.

¨Every word.¨ 

¨Can you repeat it?¨ you smirked, words already engraved on the tip of your sharp tongue.

He gazed at the ocean with thirst, recollecting all the sacrifices he made, all the breaths he took and raised a glass for all the blood he was yet to shed.  

¨One day, you will rule them all. You will stand above their fallen bodies and step on them as they lick the floor you walk on.¨ His grip tightened on your waist, nails slightly craving into your skin. 

¨I´m ready.¨

¨You have always been, Doffy.¨

¨Y/N.¨ he called you after a moment of silence.

¨Hm?¨ You hummed in response. 

The man behind you struggled, brain fighting the words from coming out of his mouth. He pulled you away from the window, lifting you up while your legs wrapped around his hips. The ship rocked aggressively, rolls of maps and unlit candles rolling across the tapestry.

Doflamingo pressed you against the wall, tongue gliding furiously with yours. You felt his body growing stiff again, moans masked as grunts being muffled by your intoxicating kiss. 

Whines came out with each heavy breath, your chest rising and falling when he finally parted the kiss, a single strand of saliva connecting both sinful lips. 

You took that moment to look him in the eyes. This time, instead of the glasses adorning his beautiful features, the flashes of lightning from the storm illuminated what he was constantly trying to hide.

The eyes of a monster. A monster for whom you would kill, for whom you would slaughter. The eyes of the man for whom you descended from the Holy Land and got your hands dirty to help him rise above the so-called Gods.

You remembered your words as a child. 

¨Those are not the true Gods.¨ he spoke in your ear. 

Shivers ran down your spine, and your core twisted when you felt the tip of his manhood touch your sensitive and sore skin. 

¨We are the true Gods.¨ a deafening thunder echoed through the structures of the Numancia Flamingo the moment he slipped inside you, covering your cries of lust and pleasure.

                                                               <~>

It was difficult to keep up with the man you followed. After all, he was tall and had incredibly long legs. At no time did he help you when you tripped over a piece of garbage and fell or when your legs gave up on exhaustion.  On the contrary, he just kept walking.

¨May I ask for your name?¨ 

That's what came out of your mouth. You knew that shouting and imposing things would not work, not here. This was the territory of humans, and you would have to deal with it if you wanted to get to the boy.

¨May I ask...¨ he mocked you. 

Your small hands, balled into fists, clenched while you snorted with hatred.

¨Calm down, brat. It´s over there.¨ 

Standing on the toes of your expensive shoes, you saw a well-known figure among sheds and piles of metal, with blond hair and dark glasses.

¨DOFFY!¨ 

¨Y/N!?¨ he sounded surprised to see you in such a filthy place. 

Your steps hurried to get to him, ignoring the other people on the scene who looked at you with suspicion.

The ruffles of the skirt were now dirty from the trip, and your hair, always so neat, flew loose with the breeze and even got entangled.

¨What are you doing here?¨

¨Just making sure you got home safe.¨

¨Nyeh, nyeh, who is this, Doffy?¨ a disgusting old man with snot running down his nose asked.

¨She is the girl I told you about. She helped me escape.¨

¨Do not come closer!¨ you exclaimed to the man when he turned to you. The gooey thing swaying with every movement.

Doffy invited you into what he called home and offered you a shabby wooden stool so you could rest from the trip.

Even so young to understand the meaning of love, your heart ached when you saw the precarious situation in which he found himself. No, he was much greater than that.

Your families were neighbors in the Holy Land, so you constantly spent your free afternoons in the company of the Donquixote brothers. It fascinated you how different they were, like two opposite poles of a globe.

At some point, you noticed Rosinante's absence and assumed he had died like their parents. He too was not like you. He would never last.

¨What will you do? You can not accept this, Doffy.¨ you walked over to the boy in front of a window, eyes locked on the piles of scrap metal. 

¨I know, Y/N. I am just thinking.¨ He hesitated to ask for your help, even though he knew how much more clever you could be.

The others just watched the interaction between the two children, the boy chosen by the heavens and the girl who spoke to him as an equal.

¨Claim what is yours, Doffy.¨

¨I tried.¨ his fingertips turned white from squeezing the window sill ¨I served my father´s head in a tray for them to feast, but-¨

¨That is not what I meant.¨ He searched your eyes for the first time, knowing that you were planning something. ¨You are a rightful king, the real deity, not them. Those are not the true Gods, Doffy. We are the true Gods.¨

The slimy man got up from the pest-infested couch, squinting at you. The brilliant idea he hadn't had before coming out of your mouth like a prophecy.

¨Dressrosa, the World Nobles, from the depts of the ocean to the six moons... one day, you will rule them all. You will stand above their fallen bodies and step on them as they lick the floor you walk on.¨ 

Electricity ran through your bodies, and tears of excitement filled your eyes.

¨Nyeh, your name is Y/N, right? ¨ the miry man asked, keeping a respectful distance from you. His voice annoyed you just as much. ¨It looks like you have a plan, behehehe. Tell us more about it.¨

You looked at him with contempt and mistrust.

¨It´s ok, Y/N. They are my family now.¨

That day you shared the plan that would shape the course of the Donquixote Pirates' operations, and everyone listened in silence, bewildered by the strategic mind of such a young child.

¨I will be your eyes and ears up there.¨

¨I´ll be quick, Y/N. I promise.¨ You shook your head.

¨Haste is the enemy of perfection, Doffy. We shall have all the time in the world.¨

That same night you returned to wealth and abundance, but your heart remained between the scraps and the boy, the Heavenly Yaksha.

For the next two decades, you focused on studies, following like a mantra the striking appearances of the Donquixote Pirates in the newspapers.

The World Nobles feared Doflamingo for his knowledge regarding matters that should be kept secret. Secrets you provided, tearing down the wall of the puny Gods, brick per brick.

Over time, your periodic visits to the world below the Red Line have become more intimate, going from an affectionate gesture to a dinner for two and the satiation of carnal desires. 

But maybe there was love. Among the sins and horrors committed, there was a lull after a nightmare. When your fingers ran through his blond hair, and he took off his glasses before pulling you to his chest.

When you laughed at childhood memories or projected a future together. 

Maybe it was love. But how could two beasts like you know for sure?

Perhaps it was not necessary to know the real meaning. When the sun came up again, you would be there together, ready to conquer, rule, and destroy.

When traitors raised their weapons and the weak perished, they would see the true face of God. Majestic and merciless.

When the weak rulers gave in to pressure, you would take the dirty hands of hopeless people and raise them up. And they would kiss the ground where you walked, freely and willingly.

¨Do you like our new home?¨ he asked, bringing you inside the feathery pink coat. 

You stood in front of the window, watching the country over which you would make prosperity reign.

¨It´s amazing, Doffy.¨ 

¨Are you staying for good now?¨

A smile grew on your lips ¨I am, Doffy. I´m staying for good.¨

His laughter filled the room. He took your hand and guided you to the armchair, where you sat on his lap, already opening the zipper of your dress.

¨Twenty years, Y/N...¨ he put a lock of hair behind your ear ¨I have waited for twenty years, and now that we accomplished this, I am not letting you go again.¨ 

You leaned slowly and torturously, flirting with his mouth, teasing him. You wanted to feel each moment, each touch, and each spasm making your body squirm with pleasure.

¨We have all the time in the world...¨ you whispered, placing a kiss on his lips ¨I want to make this very slow and very pleasurable.¨ 

This time when the sun comes up, you would not have to leave.

He laughed again, wrapping his hand in your hair and pulling enough to make a moan escape your mouth. 

¨I can´t promise slow...¨ his voice was low in your ear, weakening your entire body ¨but I will give you pleasure.¨

The trail of kisses on your neck made your guts twist, and your hips move against him, seeking relief. 

¨I´m gonna take you right here and right now...¨ he pulled your hair a little harder ¨and I´m gonna make you my Queen.¨  

Hey @vemuabhi! Here I go again hahaha

#one piece doflamingo #doflamingo x reader #op doflamingo #doffy #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote family #dressrosa #world nobles #celestial dragons #mary geoise #seven warlords #warlords of the sea #shichibukai #king #red line #numancia flamingo #trebol #diamante

[yandere-romanticaa]

A, K, L for Floyd Leech?

YANDERE ALPHABET.

Twisted Wonderland - Floyd Leech.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Nothing is off the table for this young man. Both of the eels are affectionate but Floyd just takes the cake. In one way or another, during any time of the day, Floyd can always be seen clinging on to his s/o for dear life. Be it him picking them up and twirling them in the air, him just being a pest and taking their food and holding their chin so that he can feed them himself, to simple hand holding!

There is also always an air of intensity to Floyd, no matter the circumstance. Anyone with half a brain cell would know not to approach him unless they want to be crushed to death. But Great Seven, do not come near him if he is angry, or even worse, jealous.

His poor s/o is at his mercy and that word is not known in Floyd's vocabulary. It doesn't take a genius to spot the dark purple hickies on s/o's neck, their puffy red eyes and their trembling hands.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's so clingy, good grief! He wants to kiss them, cuddle them, my oh my! Floyd has such a hard time when it comes to holding himself back when it comes to his darling! He wants everyone to know that he and s/o are together!

He's not much different in private either. His temper is rather fickle and that forces s/o to walk on egg shells all day, every day. Don't trigger him, please.

You might not live to regret it.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He's not subtle. At all. Even the most dense person in the room would be able to see what Floyd wants and honestly, he likes it that way. He can be a bit rough with his s/o but he means well.... most of the time!

He wants to spend every day with them and then some! He always has something he wants to try out and who better to ask to go with him than his s/o? If his s/o rejects him or if they keep rejecting him, Floyd will just pretend that he didn't hear them. Unless he hears what he wants to hear after a certain period of time, there will be Hell to pay.

#yandere #yancore #twisted wonderland #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere alphabet #octavinelle #floyd leech #yandere floyd leech #yandere twisted wonderland

[earlysunsetsoverambrose]

Fool For You (2/4)

Lester Sinclair x f!Reader 

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Part 2 of a request for @mynameisliterallycash!

When Lester said he was getting dog food, you figured he meant one or two small bags. Instead, you watched as he hefted two huge bulk bags of food over his shoulder. They each had to weigh around fifty pounds and he carried them like they were nothing. Your eyes widened as your jaw dropped, awestruck by the casual display of muscle.

Dazed still, you trailed after him to the checkout. While he made idle chatter with the clerk, he was completely unaware you were wrapped up in an entirely different check out of your own. Heat rose to your cheeks, allured by Lester’s physical strength as daydreams of him literally sweeping you off your feet flooded your thoughts. He turned around, snapping you back to reality as you tried to wipe the dopey expression off your face.

“Alright then, ya ready to –” Lester stopped short, sending you a puzzled look, “Hey are ya okay?”

“What? Of course, I am. Why are you asking?” you responded rapidly, embarrassed you’d been caught staring a third time.

“Ya sure? Ya look a little red. Ya ain’t gettin’ sick or nothin’, are ya?” Lester said concerned. He reached out his free hand and pressed its back against your forehead, “Don’t feel like ya got a fever.”

“N-no, I’m fine,” you stuttered, his hand against your head sending static through your brain as you tried to come up with an excuse, “It’s just from the cold air today, I think.”  

“Okay, if ya say so.” Lester shrugged as he gestured for you to follow him out the door. You cleared your throat, thankful for the gust of wind that cooled the fire trapped in your face.  

“You sure you don’t need help with those?” you asked.  

“These? Nah, they ain’t so bad,” Lester responded, “You oughta see some of the bucks I gotta haul ‘round. Damn things weigh a ton! Nearly threw out my back once tryin’ to throw one on the truck.”

“Never knew you were a regular strongman. I guess it never occurred to me the deer can’t carry their own dead weight.” You said with growing admiration.

“That’s what I’m there for!” Lester said gleefully as he tossed the bags in the back. He closed the bed and rested against the truck as he crossed his arms.

“Well, thanks for taking me along for the ride, anyway.” You said, leaning next to him.

“Sure thing! I love bringin’ ya ‘long like this,” Lester told you, affectionately nudging you with his elbow, “I’ll tell ya, havin’ someone to talk to wouldn’t hurt during my day job neither. Might go a long way makin’ some of the time go by. Gets a little too quiet drivin’ ‘round all day all by myself.”

“Well, would you mind if I tagged along once in a while?” you proposed, looking up at him.

“Ya’d do that? I mean, ya’d really want to?” Lester asked excitedly, “It can get kinda gnarly.”

“Sure. Why not? Can’t be any gnarlier than Bo on a bad day. It’s got to be better than sitting around getting old in Ambrose.” You said, smiling back at him.

“Ya really don’t have to, if ya don’t want.” He said, giving you the option changing your mind.

“I know I don’t, but I would really like to go with you. That is, if you don’t mind.” You could practically see him vibrating with joy.

“Mind? Course I don’t mind! We’re gonna have so much fun together, I promise! Thanks, Y/N! You’re the best!” he exclaimed, elated. He jumped up from the truck and wrapped you up in a tight hug, swinging you back and forth. You couldn’t contain you laughter, even if you couldn’t breathe with the way he was squeezing you.

Lester set you back down, leaving you with only a ghost of the feeling of his warm embrace. You lingered in place trying to memorize the sensation while he went ahead to open the passenger door for you without a second thought. Once you were seated, he closed the door and got back in beside you. He threw you a carefree smile as you took off once again.

The two of you made lighthearted conversation on the way back to Lester’s cabin. You started going back and forth about the art of catching various animals that try to make a home in your garbage. Well, it was mostly Lester walking you through the process, breaking it down by species. You listened to how he had basically mastered the art of pest wrangling without killing them. Your heart swelled hearing how insistent he was that killing them wasn’t necessary. He never wanted to hurt anyone or anything if he could help it.

You were just about to ask him a question, when he abruptly hit the brakes. You both lurched forward before falling back into your seats. You glanced around, collecting yourself from the sudden stop.

“Is everything okay? Why’d you stop?” He didn’t answer, as he began to carefully scan your surroundings, “What are you looking for? Lester?”  

“There she is!” Lester shouted, pressing his face up against his window, totally distracted from your questions. He smiled back at you over his shoulder, “Follow me!” He threw his door open without another word and jumped out, anxiously waiting for you to join him.

“Follow you where? Wait for me!” you called after him. You swiftly slid out of the car and onto the ground, clueless as to why you stopped here of all places. Lester darted ahead, chasing something you couldn’t see. You did your best to follow close, but he ducked down into the grass. You jogged to where he disappeared to find him on his knees, reveling in an assault of kisses from a delighted stray dog. Surprise took over your features, thrilled to be meeting a new friend.

“I missed ya too, girl!” Lester gasped through his uncontrollable laughter, echoing through the woods, “Ya been good a doggy? I bet ya have! Hope ya ain’t been too lonely out here!”

“Who’s this, Lester?” you asked in gentle voice, immediately enamored with the dog before you. She was about Jonesy’s size, with a blonde shaggy coat. She looked young with energy and enthusiasm that gave Lester a run for his money.

“Oh, Y/N! I’d like ya to meet Buttercup!” Lester said as he separated himself from the dog’s abundance of affection, “Buttercup, this is my friend Y/N!”

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Buttercup.” You said as you got down to offer your hand for a sniff. Buttercup took a few whiffs before deciding you were in fact a friend. Her tail wagged back and forth as she allowed you to pet her as well, “She’s so cute, Lester!”

“I know! Ain’t she the sweetest?” Lester concurred, “I found her snoozin’ in a patch of buttercups, so that’s what I started callin’ her!”

“How long has she been here?” you asked, scratching Buttercup behind the ears as she jumped up to rest her front paws on Lester’s shoulders, licking his face once more.

“A while now, I see a few strays runnin’ ‘round while I’m workin’. So, I try and visit with ‘em, if I can. But I left some bowls to fill when I’m on my route, case they get hungry.” Lester managed to gesture to an empty bowl a few feet away from you despite being smothered by more kisses. That explained the industrial sized bags of food. “Speaking of which – you hungry, Buttercup?” she barked in response.

Lester grabbed the bowl and jogged back to the truck to fill it with Buttercup in tow. Your eyes followed after him, the dopey look returning to your face. He conversed with Buttercup like an old friend as he scooped out her food. He was so attentive and kind, listening to her response and matching her excitement. They made their way back to you, thick as thieves. Lester set the bowl down when he made it back next to you, petting Buttercup while she dug into her meal, “Now, don’t eat so fast ya get sick, there’s plenty where that came from. Ole Lester’s got ya covered.”

You let out a deep sigh, endeared by the scene before you. Lester treated every person and creature with such consideration and care; and he never asked for anything in return. He had so much love in his heart and he was willing to share it with anyone who wanted it. With as much as he gives to everyone else, you wondered if anyone had ever told him how much they care about him or appreciate his presence in their life. He deserved to have someone who could give him back all the love he put into the world.

You wanted to be the one. You would finally treat him right. He all but stole your heart and he deserved to hear it from you, even if he might not feel the same. The consequences suddenly didn’t seem to matter so much in this moment. You wanted him to know how important he really was to you, because everyone deserves to know they are loved. You needed to tell him now while you were brave enough.

“Lester, there’s something I need to tell you.” You started, heartbeat racing in your ears, drowning out all the doubt and second thoughts. He perked up, listening close.

“Ya can tell me anythin’, Y/N. Ya know that.” Lester said softly, that warm smile pulling at your heartstrings again.

“Lester…I lo–” a deafening crack of thunder cut you off. With that, Buttercup hightailed it back into hiding. You gasped as you stood, starting after her, worried she may get lost or hurt in the impending storm. You moved to run after her, “Oh no, Buttercup, wait!”

“Hold up, Y/N! Ya can’t catch her, believe me, I tried.” Lester called to stop you, “I tried gettin’ her in the truck a few times to go to a shelter, but she don’t like it. If she ain’t ready to go, we can’t make her. She’ll come ‘round when she’s ready.”

“But we can’t just leave her out here.” You said, searching the area for any sign of her.

“Don’t worry ‘bout her too much, she’s a survivor.” Lester said, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “’Sides she’s got a little hideout not far from here. I found her there a couple times and left a few blankets after makin’ sure it wouldn’t cave in on her. It’ll keep her nice and dry ‘til this blows over. Alright? She’ll be safe, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, almost tearing up at the thought of her shivering somewhere all by herself.

“Sure as my name is Lester Sinclair. We can even come check on her tomorrow, if ya like.” Lester offered, “But we really oughta get outta here ‘fore the rain starts.”

“Okay,” you said hesitantly, “Promise we can check on her?”

“Yes ma’am, I swear. Cross my heart.” Lester assured you, drawing an X over his chest.

You both started toward the truck once more. You silently cursed the weather for interrupting your confession. The moment had passed and the doubts had returned to their work. Despite this, the affection swelling in your chest still pulled you to act on some part of it.

Without thinking too hard for once, you took Lester’s hand in yours. He glanced down to your linked hands and then back at you.

“Are ya scared of thunder storms?” He asked curiously.

“No. Why?” You responded, confused where he got that idea.

“Ya just look a little nervous is all. Thought ya might not like thunder or somethin’.” Lester explained, “I know storms used to scare the hell outta me when I was a kid. Never used to like ‘em one bit, ‘specially if I was by myself.”

“No, I kind of like storms.” You told him.

“Oh, then are your hands cold or somethin’?” Lester asked, gesturing with your connected hands, trying to understand the reason for the spontaneous handholding.

“Uh, well, not exac–”

“Cause ya look a little rosy again. Just makin’ sure ya ain’t gettin’ frostbite or nothin’.” He interjected.

“No, I’m okay.” You told him with your hundredth sigh of the day.

“Well, just in case. Take this.” He said as he released your hand and took off his hat to pull it over your eyes with a chuckle. He readjusted it on your head, revealing the way he was beaming at you. You rarely got to see him without his trusty hat. Even with his hair being a little sweaty and sticking every which way, it was still ridiculously tempting to run your fingers through. The energy radiating from him was so wholesome and pure. Looking at him, you could swear the clouds lifted and the sun was shining all of a sudden. He squeezed your cheeks in his hands, with a laugh, “There, now ain’t that better! Nice and toasty.”

“T-thanks, Les.” You stuttered, reaching up to feel the soft fabric of his hat, the heat in your cheeks only growing more intense under his hold on your face.

 “My pleasure! I gotta say ya look mighty cute right now. Helluva lot better than I ever looked.” He told you, releasing your face and patting you on the back, “Now, let’s make like Buttercup and get to shelter!”

You made it back to the truck right before the heavy rain started pouring down. Lester took off down the road again, toward his cabin. You watched through the window as the storm raged on outside, matching the storm in your mind. The time had felt so right to tell Lester everything, but now you weren’t sure. What you were sure of, however, is that you needed to tell him soon. You thought you might actually burst if you didn’t. You couldn’t keep living like this.      

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Black Bird

(AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33056038)

Summary: Damian Wayne has a bad day and he has no one to comfort him but a little black bird.

Warnings: mild cursing, and slight descriptions of violence, mentions of Damian's trauma

It stinks in Gotham. No one has ever tried to say otherwise. It stinks, it's cold, and it's dangerous.

The air bites and snaps against warm skin. It swooshes through the light poofs of hair that rises from little Damian Wayne’s head.

He’s doing what Wayne’s do best- brooding.

He’s having one of those days. The type where he can’t keep his temper. The type where he snaps at his father and his brothers. The type where he feels just so angry and doesn’t know why.

He’s not even a whole teen, a real teen. He’s a kid who feels emotions way too large for his little body.

He can take a man apart no problem, but god forbid he try to properly express his feelings. You won’t ever hear him say a bad thing about the league of assassins, but they ruined him. They destroyed him before he even had a chance to develop into a whole person.

There’s nights where every time he closes his eyes all he sees is endless waves of warriors  and teachers beating him down. Each one striking with more and more vigor, burying him under the weight of their blood lust.

Last night was especially terrible. After patrolling with his father Damian retired to his room to get some sleep. It started off okay. He laid in his king sized bed and sank into its sheets.

His peaceful dreams warped into the burning green goo that is the lazarus pit. There he watched his grandfather and mother burn. They died by his hand and he couldn’t stop himself. He watched himself twist his own katanas into their hearts over and over and over again.

He could hear a scream reverberate around him. It wasn’t until he stabbed Talia for the 232nd time before he realized it was him screaming.

He killed his own family until the liquid of the pit stained red. And could no longer bring them back. He turned away from the pit, finally his screams faded away. Finally he is given his relief.

His brain hates him, he swears it. He found no relief, no peace. Only more pain and anguish. He dropped his sword, staring at his bloodied hands. Echoes of footsteps reach his ears.

Oh he knows this cadence, the stable stepping of his father. The heavy gait of the great, the grand, the hero Batman. Dread. Heavy, unforgiving dread fills him. He’s worked so hard to change. He doesn’t kill anymore. He doesn’t. It wasn’t his fault. He couldn’t stop it.

Oh god. He didn’t mean to.

Frantically he looks up, begging to be wrong for once in his life.

Please, please don’t be him.

It’s too late. Bruce Wayne’s eyes pour into Damian’s.

Anger. Disappointment. Disgust. Rage.

A pain fills his chest before he can register the wetness of his eyes. His shaking hands reach to comfort the burning in his center.

His katana protrudes from the place where his heart sits and the hand on the hilt is his fathers.

He’s crying ugly, angry tears.

Damian coughed, a dribble of blood pours out of his mouth.

“Father, I’m so sor-“

His vision goes black and he wakes up covered in a cold sweat. Gasping for breath.

Oh god. He can’t breathe. He's gasping and clutching his chest as if the katana was still there.

It’s not, obviously, but his heart is racing as if it is.  He couldn’t go back to sleep. Everytime his eyes drooped closed he could hear the echo of his screams in his ears. Everytime the manor settles and groans his heart jumps as if he can still hear his father’s cadence.

He can’t stand the way the down feather pillows drown his head or how his soft silk sheets stick against his sweating, trembling body. He abandoned his bed all together. He retreats to his on-suite bathroom and fills the lifted tub with a single pillow and the least soft sheet he owns.

Here he is protected on all sides. The cage of ceramic and space between him and the main door makes him feel slightly more at ease.

It doesn’t do much though, because that morning he is snappy and irritable. He jumps at every noise and lashes out at a moment’s notice. He cursed at Alfred for asking him if he slept well. He called Tim “the charity case that no one asked for.”

He didn’t even bother with his father. He couldn’t look him in the eye. He felt that if he did he would see the eyes of the man that stabbed him in the heart last night. Besides it’s not like his father can bear to initiate conversation with him anyway.

This mix of fear and frustration built up into a big ball of anger throughout the day. Normally he would just lash out and burn all that energy with his anger, but today he couldn’t summon the energy. Instead he’s opted for being broody.

He yearns for peace, for what it may feel like. He needs space to sort out what he’s thinking, what he’s feeling. He needs to process and breathe on his own because he doesn’t know how to ask for help or seek others.

So he’s sitting on the ledge of a medium-sized building in the middle of gotham. It's an office building that sits at the perfect height to not be seen from below but has the protection of taller buildings around it.  The air is cool and sharp against the skin of his cheeks. A harsh yellow and white light crawls up the sides of the buildings and flashes against the cars and neons signs below.

He lets his legs dangle and his hair become undone with the wind. Breathing in and out hard with thought out concentration. His hands wander to the folds of his uniform and he pinches the fabric absent mindedly.

He shuts his eyes for a second, to ground himself, but before he can see a katana out of his chest he feels a sharp pain come from his hand.

He snatches his hand away from where it sat in his lap. He looks down to see a smaller than average crow looking at him.

“You pecked me, you little bastard. Shoo!”

The crow continues to stare undisturbed by Damian’s mean words.

He takes a tiny hop closer, just reaching the cape that drapes over Dami’s shoulders. Damian leans away instinctively, his lips beginning to form more harsh words.

The little crow beats him to it and chirps. The little thing leans forward and pokes Damian’s thigh with his round beak. Not enough to hurt.

“What do you want, pest”

The crow looks Dami in the eyes with a look that suggests an odd amount of intelligence. Freaky.

The crow sticks out a leg, like he was reaching out for Damian. The bird does it with such determination that he is nearly tipping over.

Damian is thoroughly confused, there’s no reason for this bird to be behaving this way.

The bird flaps his wings in obvious frustration.

Then Damian sees it. His wing is crooked, bent in an unnatural angle. He spots a bit of fresh blood on the dark black feathers now too.

“Well what do you expect me to do about that”

The crow croaks loudly in indignation. They enter a sort of staring contest.

Damian's intentions for the night was to brood and be left alone with no distractions. This bird is ruining his plans.

That little crow is determined. It shouldn’t be possible for a bird to give him puppy eyes.

“Alright I’ll assist you, you bastard”

The crow chirps again, throwing himself deeper into Damian’s lap.

Oh how Damian is weak for animals. He strokes the little guy's head. His anger dissipates as his thoughts are replaced with the little bastard's treatment plan. I mean you can’t think about your tortuous nightmares and absent father when you have much greater things to worry about.

Damian ends up using his emergency bandages to secure the injured wing and create a sort of pouch to hold him in. He doesn’t even realize his breathing evened out ages ago.

He feeds the little man bits of bread from the sandwich Alfred smuggled into his super cool and tough Robin pack. (Definitely NOT a glorified lunchbox). He doesn’t even know that his hands aren’t trembling anymore.

He thinks of names for the crow on his way home. No longer feeling dread at the reminder of another night to sleep through.

Maybe he can name him bat crow. Or maybe he needs to invest in an imagination. Well whatever the case, for the moment he is settling with an affectionate bastard for the little man's name.

He always did think that he got along with animals better than people anyway.

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Girls:

Inessa Morea

Nicknames: Nessy, Nessa, Ness Age: Unknwon (25) DoB: May 11th Pronouns: She/Her Species: Nymph (Forest) Sexual Orientation: Bi-Curious Position: Sub (Potentially verse) Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: New York Occupation: Flourist Personality: Sweet, Curious, Oblivious, Playful, Innocent, Devious Face Claim: Candice King ○

Cassia Poole-

Nicknames: Cass, Cassy Age: Unknown (19-24) DoB: November 3rd Pronouns: She/Her Species: Nymph (Water(mermaid)) Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Position: Sub Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: New York Occupation: Student (Robotics and Marine bio-tech)/ Swim coach Personality:Innocent, Nerdy, Hyperactive, Bratty, Playful, Lame Face Claim: Jane Levy ○

 Amara Nyx

Nicknames: Marr Age: Unknown (32) DoB: Oct 13th Pronouns: She/Her Species: Nymph (Underworld) Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Position: Versatile Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: New York Occupation: None/ Sugar baby Personality: Smart ass, Rude, Bitchy, Judgmental, Hateful, Possessive, Affectionate Face Claim: Elizabeth Gillies ○

Laleh Narvaez

Nicknames: Lala Age: 25(600) DoB: Sept 4th Pronouns: She/Her Species:Lamia/Naga Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Position: Versatile Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: Argentina Occupation: Dancer/Jack of all Trades for Freak Show/Snake Charmer(Circus) Personality:Sharp, Sultry, Flirtatious, Seductive, Venomous Face Claim: Eiza Gonzalez ○

Samira Eve

Nickname: Sam, Sammy, Mira Age: (Unknown) 20-23 DoB: June 2nd Pronouns: She/Her Species: Air Nymph Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Position: Verse Romantic Orientation: Panromantic Hometown: Boston Occupation: Thief/Courier Personality: Sarcastic, Smooth, Sassy, Flighty, Unreliable, Persuasive, troublemaker FC: Elisha Applebaum

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Maybelline New-York

Nicknames: May Age: 28 DoB:Sep 17 Pronouns: She/Her Species: Zombie Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Position: Sub Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: New Orleans Occupation: None Personality: Shy, Angry, Mute, Hungry, Sassy" Bio: Maybelline has no memory of her life before she had been murdered at the age of 23. Hell, she's not even certain that's her age. Her name came from reading a magazine ad when asked who she was after walking into morgue. Zombies had been a small pest problem for a while now, usually obvious in their appearance and traits, but something inside of May kept her from fully succumbing to the sickness. All she felt was hunger and, after begging the mortician to, promptly sewed her mouth shut and clipped her nails. Now she speaks in sign or with a chalkboard she carries around to communicate. After weeks of study, it was discovered that Maybelline had a tumor that had taken over the majority of her brain, blocking the strain from traveling and taking her over. Face Claim: Camila Mendes ○

Juniper Lee

Nicknames: June, Junie Age:29 DoB: Feb 16th Pronouns: She/Her Species:Witch Sexual Orientation: Straight Position: Submissive Romantic Orientation: Straight Hometown: Seoul until 5 then Massachusetts Occupation:Herbalist/Illusionist Personality:Soft spoken, Kind, Intelligent, Playful, Self Concious, Delicate, unsure Face Claim: Jamie Chung ○

 Barabelle Gunn

Nicknames: Belle, Belly, Bara Age:27 DoB: May 28th Pronouns: She/Her Species: Human Sexual Orientation: Straight Position: Versatile Romantic Orientation: Straight Hometown: Killin Scottland Occupation: Hunter (supernatural) / Mercenary Personality: Brash, Rude, Sarcastic, Bull Headed, Loyal, Protective Face Claim: Karen Gillan AU Verses-  Resident Evil 8 Verse ○ Leora Brandr Nicknames: Leo Age: Unknown (26) DoB: Dec 21st Pronouns: She/Her Species: Nymph (Fire) Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Position: Versatile Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: Queens Occupation: Pilot/ Glass Blower Personality: Gentle, Kind, Shy, Short-Fused, Fiery, Passionate Face Claim: Daisy Ridley

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Carlyle Abrams

Nicknames: Lyle Age:32 DoB: April 16th Pronouns: He/Him Species:Human Sexual Orientation: Straight Position: Top/Dominant Romantic Orientation: Straight Hometown: London Occupation: Private Investigator Personality: Charming,Calm, Kind, Playful, Posessive, Warm Face Claim: Adam Driver ○

Maxwell Ardeleane Nicknames: Max Age: Unknown (31) DoB: January 8th Pronouns: He/Him Species: Elder Vampire Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Position: Top/Dominant Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: Bucharest Romania Occupation: Mob Boss Personality: Charming, Polite, Sarcastic,Dark, Cruel, Posessive." Face Claim: Tyler Hoechlin ○ Syrian Nyx

Nicknames: Syrian Age: Unknown(34) DoB: Oct 13th Pronouns: He/Him Species: Nymph (Underworld) (Alpha) Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Position: Top/Dominant Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic Hometown: New York Occupation: Bank CEO Personality:Charming, Egotistical, Posessive, Rude, Dark Humor Face Claim: Oliver Jackson-Cohen ○ Esben Hvit

Nicknames: Esben, Ben, Es Age: 27 DoB: Oct 20 Pronouns: He/Him Species: Were-Raven (Albino) Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Position: Vesatile Romantic Orientation: Biromantic Hometown:Seattle Occupation: Famous Writer(Penned under Raven White) Personality:Cocky, Quiet, Shy, Rude, Snarky, Intelligent Face Claim: Lucky Blue Smith ○

Carter Higgins

Nicknames: Carter, Car Age: 24 DoB: June 12 Pronouns: He/Him Species: Human Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Position: Vesatile Romantic Orientation: Biromantic Hometown: Nashville Tenn Occupation: Street/Bar Musician Personality:Sweet, Friendly, Romantic, Goofy, Playful Face Claim: Cody Christian

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80. "Lets runaway together" natsharon

Natasha’s life has been made of running. She has always run in her life, either away or towards. 

So it doesn’t surprise her that once SHIELD tells her that they’ll stop monitoring her apartment to make sure she’s not going to leave in the dead of night, she starts a morning run routine. 

She gets up at four, puts on her shoes, and starts to run. The only thing she’s thinking about is the scene ahead of her and where her feet are being placed on the ground. 

Natasha runs for a long time. Her stamina isn’t regular, and so she runs until it’s about five-twenty, when she decides she has to make breakfast for herself before going into work at seven. 

Breakfast is scrambled eggs, a bowl of fruit, one cup of tea, and water. The occasional sausage or bacon is prepared, but usually only if Clint decided he was too tired and slept over. 

Being an agent of SHIELD isn’t nearly as exciting for her as everyone seems to think it is. 

Most of the time, she’s not going to any cool country or saving someone’s life. It doesn’t happen nearly as often as many people think. Or it does, but SHIELD isn’t really called in until it’s a “last resort” decision. So she has a lot of downtime.

In using this downtime, Natasha has decided to look at what other agents are doing. 

Most of it is boring. She finds out the occasional gossip from some of the them on the breakroom floor. 

No one is nearly as afraid of her as they should be, although Natasha thinks that is because she makes oatmeal in the kitchen and Clint also keeps making her laugh. 

(They keep thinking she doesn’t have a sense of humor, which is…odd.) 

One person in particular is the subject of most of her observations, mainly because she was interesting and up and alert at seven a.m., which not even Coulson could boast. 

Agent Thirteen. 

She wasn’t known as anything else. Most people just nodded in her direction, or called her Thirteen. 

Fury has called her a “pest” but Nat thinks that he means it affectionately, because she doesn’t get in trouble for interrupting his lunchtime with her own lunchtime. She actually dragged him out of his office to eat on a bench with her. 

They talk about ordering different printers for some of the agents, she’s been noticing that a few of the buttons are getting sticky and someone accidentally ordered two-thousand copies of some sort of picture rather than the two hundred that they needed. 

She talks about how she found a great burrito truck off of some street near his house (Nat writes this down, because Fury never tells anyone any clues about his residency) and about her new towels. 

It’s mundane. Fury doesn’t usually do mundane. He once threatened a new agent with coffee-run duty when he barely mentioned a new sponge he got for the kitchen. 

With Agent Thirteen, he asks about thread count. 

Natasha notices more and more. 

She also hears about Thirteen’s missions. Apparently, most of her missions go picture-perfect, or about as picture-perfect as missions can get when it’s SHIELD and you have to be an heiress for some obscure east coast family. 

Thirteen has noticeable flaws. She is far from a perfect agent, or at least she is in Nat’s mind. 

But the Red Room does stuff like that. Natasha almost scoffs when Thirteen reveals that her favorite color is orange, because no one ever mentions orange as their favorite color, so it makes her stand out. 

The little things build up until people know exactly who you are. A lot of people don’t realize that, because they think as long as you don’t know their name, then you are fine. 

Natasha cannot count on two hands the number of men she has killed who have never once gotten a credit card, only use computers that run about twenty minutes slower because they’re for public use, and could probably wear tinfoil hats if they really did believe that their brain waves were being read. 

People have habits, and habits reveal far too much about your person. 

- 

Clint says she’s “interested” in Thirteen. 

“Am I?” Natasha asks, curled up on his window seat with coffee. She’s looking out at the rainy night, taking note of all the people who are still out and about. 

“Yes,” Clint says. “You haven’t paid as much attention to anyone else.” 

“Have you considered that she’s the most secretive? After all, everyone else tells everyone else their last name,” she says. 

“What you think is their last name.” 

“I’ll find it out eventually, sooner or later.” 

“That’s not it,” Clint says, sing-song tone raising around the entire apartment. “Besides, you haven’t even done your weird follow technique on Thirteen yet. Why not?” 

“She’s better at detection than you are,” Natasha lies, because Clint is actually one of the best, if not the best. 

“Bullshit,” Clint says. “You want to be her friend or girlfriend or something.” 

“Girlfriend is an awfully strong word,” Natasha says, raising an eyebrow. 

“Well, feelings can be pretty damn strong,” Clint answers. “You want more coffee, or am I okay to wash out the pot?” 

“One more cup.” 

- 

Sharon knows that Natasha Romanoff has been watching her. She’s compiled a list of reasons, which Maria and Phil have vetted and said that the reasons were (mostly) ridiculous: 

1.) Natasha is going to try and overpower her and become the supreme agent of SHIELD, crippling the bosses and forcing a takeover. 

2.) She wants skincare tips, despite the fact that her skin is perfect and flawless. 

3.) ??? 

Sharon doesn’t have any more ideas other than that. 

Maria tells her that she is the “most stupid person on the planet, short of maybe Bill from Fourth Floor.” 

(Bill from Fourth Floor only has a job because of an isolated incident in 1985 that could have resulted in a lawsuit. If he gets fired or let go for any reason, then he takes the best goddamn coffeemaker they’ve ever had, because technically it’s not SHIELD property. They’re not risking the lawsuit.) 

((It should also be mentioned that Bill from Fourth Floor adamantly refuses to learn how to use a computer and thinks that Microsoft Word is the “Devil’s way of telling us that something sinister is going on upstairs” which is a very horrifying answer, yet an intriguing one.)) 

Sharon doesn’t know why she’s stupid, but it’s not like she can ask Fury, who avoids personal conversation as if it is his worst enemy, and it probably is. He’s been known to tell people that they’re getting “too close” when they ask how his day is going.

-

So she starts subtly watching Natasha back. Two can play at the game, after all.

Natasha is a hard one to watch, especially since she’s trying to watch Sharon. 

“Why don’t you just talk to her?” Coulson asks once, while she’s in his office stealing pens. “She won’t bite your head off.” 

“Of course she won’t, I’m not a prospective mate!” Sharon says cheerily. “But, I might talk to her. I want to figure out why she’s following me first, though.” 

Coulson gives her a look that she thinks is meant to be well-meaning, but mostly tells her that he thinks that she is being ridiculous. 

“You can find things out by talking. You can do that, Sharon.” 

“Sh,” she says, not at all serious, really. Coulson seems to know when is the time for her name and which is not. “You can tell me you’re right later.” 

-

They watch each other for three weeks. In these three weeks, they actually get the wrong sort of idea about each other. Natasha keeps trying to walk past her apartment building to see when she gets home, and Sharon is very confused as to why Clint leaves his windows open even when it’s October and freezing as shit. 

They miss each other, is what happens. 

This all culminates into a chance encounter at a coffee shop, and Sharon zeroes in on Nat. 

“You keep strange hours, Romanov.” 

“Could say the same of you, Thirteen.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“You weren’t home until four in the morning last night,” she says. “You call that regular?” 

“Oh, like you were home at two in the morning?” Thirteen asks. 

“Wait. Are you…?” 

“Well I know that you are,” Thirteen says. “By the way, tell Clint to stop leaving the orange juice out.” 

“I will be doing no such thing.” 

“Could be beneficial.” 

“He cannot be babied. He will learn from his mistake.” 

“Nat…he’s twenty-seven.” 

“So? You can still learn.” 

“You shouldn’t have to.” 

Natasha laughs at that, and steps up to order her coffee. She also says to add “whatever this girl is having.” 

“Name for that?” the barista asks, and Thirteen says “Sharon.” 

“That your real name?” 

She blanches, and Nat knows she’s caught her.

She cracks up laughing as they get their coffee and take it outside, and she doesn’t stop laughing until Sharon wacks her on the shoulder. 

“I was under pressure to answer!” 

“Under pressure? From a barista?” 

“You wouldn’t get it,” Sharon says, huffing. 

Natasha laughs again, and smiles as she swipes both of their coffees from the counter. 

“Now, let’s run away together before the baristas discover more about your past, Sharon,” Natasha teases. 

Sharon flips her off. 

“Oh, fuck you. I’ll have you know I have it on good authority that you hold open doors for old ladies.” 

“I’m an assassin, I’m not heartless.” 

“I hate you.” 

“No you don’t,” Natasha says. “Otherwise you wouldn’t be following me.” 

“You don’t have to like someone to follow them.” 

“For a week,” Natasha says, taking a sip. “For a month? Sharon, you have to like something about me.” 

“And what, you don’t?” Sharon asks, face amused. “You followed me for longer, Nat.” 

“You’re calling me Nat?” 

“Natasha is a mouthful.” 

“Fine. I guess I like…your coffee creamers. Where do you get them?” 

“The grocery store, like a normal person,” she says. “We can go later, if you want.” 

“A grocery store date?” 

Sharon grins. 

“Sure. A date at the grocery store. Let’s run away to aisle ten after they find us kissing on aisle four.” 

“Sounds like a plan,” Natasha says, smiling. “Tomorrow night work? Six?” 

“Seven?” 

“Works for me. Do you want to go to a restaurant for dinner or cook it?” 

“Hm…what would we make if we cook?” 

“Pizza rolls.” 

“Sold!” 

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