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spreading my agenda 🥀

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It’s been seven months and I still haven’t left the ‘Oswald Cobb’s controversially young mafia wife’ mentality, but we don’t need to talk about that.

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Fucking sick to my stomach over Joel Miller again.

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if you’re lucky, you get both.

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Movie so good I made a new ao3 account and vision boards. 🥀

(I haven’t written a full length fanfic since 2020; recession indicator.)

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I like my men socially unaware but emotionally conscious. Hugs a little to tight, and lingers a little to long. Arms always open. Gives the kind of forehead kisses that could heal the soul… five decades older then me… 

Alexei Shostakov, I need you. 😫

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A turn off your brain esque soundtrack from me to you; background for your maladaptive daydreaming, fanfic writing, c.ai roleplaying, etc etc etc.. ♥︎

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In case you might have forgotten: mcu! Bucky canonically assassinated JFK and went on to become a United States congressman.

The more you know. 🌈

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Avengers tower cozy fics in the big ‘25, we are so fucking back. And dare I say better since the dysfunctional family dynamic is actually believable this time.

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Second Thunderbolts* viewing has me pushing the Starrwalker agenda like:

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My horny ass could never be a Thunderbolt* with David Harbour’s ass walking around.

“I’ve got tattoos older then you” yeah and I yearn to lay upon them, speak it in Russian to me, Father Christmas.

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‘Bob and Yelena’ this ‘Bob and Yelena’ that

JOHN AND AVA !! JOHN. AND. AVA.

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Adore You ☠︎︎ Shanks x Fem! Reader

a/n: apologies for the disappearing act, but I’m back and I come baring gifts of soft! Shanks.

warnings: shittily proof read, mentions of bullet wounds, language, fluff (still don’t get why fluff is a warning), kinda short but sweet.

It was stupid and it was reckless and you knew that. But for Shanks? Anything. 

In the heat of the moment you took a bullet meant for your captain, and even now as you lay wounded and fatigued, you still have yet to regret a thing. Hell, you’d probably do it again. 

You woke up, head pounding as your eyes scanned the surround area. A wave of relief washed over you upon noticing familiar decor and warm wood panels. You were back on the Red Force, in the sanctity of your own bunk. 

A light cough caught your attention and your eyes fell to the door where Shanks leaned, resting against the frame, staring at you. He didn’t look angry per say but unpleasantry was written on his face. 

You were racking your mind, trying to think of something- anything to say. Something that might ease both his mind and his sour gaze. 

You tried opening your mouth hoping the words would find you on their way out, but he just shushed you.

Love makes people do crazy things and maybe you panicked, but he won’t entertain whatever reason you had. He didn’t blame you, of course. How could he? It wasn’t your fault. For fucks sake, right now Shanks blamed everyone but you. The enemy, the word, himself. 

Letting out a deep chested sigh, Shanks slowly made his way you to your side, his gaze softening in the process. “it doesn’t matter. Whatever you had say, whatever excuses you were going to make,” he paused, moving a strand of hair away from your sweat deluged forehead. “it doesn’t matter. I owe you my life and I am lucky to have someone like you by my side. But my sweet girl, you must understand how reckless that was. I'd rather get myself shot than have you bedridden in exchange for my safety.”

Smiling tight-lipped, you nod saying. “I can’t promise it won’t happen again. Not unless you can promise to stop getting yourself into such compromising situations.”

Shanks almost laughs, and you frown. “I’m being serious, Shanks. Surprisingly I have yet figure out what exactly it is about you that provokes others to start shooting, but it needs to stop.”

But his smirk only grows. Reaching down he touches your face, caressing it gently and turning it to the side. His thumb running down a fresh bruise as he tuts, not at you, but at the situation. “I’ll try my best, but you know as well I, if someone else starts it then that’s out of my control.” His smirk turns to a smile as he presses a quick kiss to the top of your head. You let out a hum in response, leaning into his touch. 

“I adore you.” He mutters into your hair. 

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Joost Van Poel, you will always be famous.

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Buggy x straw hat! Reader.

summary: headcanons about being in a relationship with everyone’s favorite clown pirate. a/n: hear I am, posting way to early, once again. This man is my kryptonite istg. warnings: shittily proof read, language, fluff, why is fluff a warning? The tiniest tiny once of angst buried within the fluff, SFW.

Buggy, is an enigma. He is admittedly unstable as fuck, but always tries to keep it together for you.

A lethal combination of possessive and touch starved, rolled into a hubristic ball. The result of such a diverse set of traits? He is extremely affectionate and almost never lets you go. 

In his mind, he must always be touching you in some way or another. Wether his arm be slagged around your shoulders or his fingers intertwined in your own.

Sometimes when you, in his words, “leave him like gutter trash for the straw hats” he’ll offer to let you take a piece of him with you. wink wink. Obviously you decline, leaving him whole yet broken without your presence.

However this doesn’t mean Buggy is afraid of using his Chop Chop abilities to his advantage. It's far from uncommon to suddenly find Buggy’s detached hand locking your fingers in a tight embrace.

Once attached they are near impossible to remove. Have daily tasks that must be attended? To bad, your hand will be spoken for, for hours to come.

And God forbid you find yourselves separated for an extended period of time. 

His over exaggerated despair knows no bonds. After months of the crew hearing their captain try and pass you off as simply another incessant straw hat, his true feelings are exposed to them in the most dramatic of manors. He will sulk and mope until you are back in his embrace.

This being said, he can’t stand the idea of you angry with him. More often then not being the root cause of any problems your relationship may face, Buggy never lets things escalate beyond the occasional silent treatment. 

When he is given the silent treatment, Buggy may first attempt to gain your forgiveness without a verbal apology. He'll smoother you with his affection, try to make you laugh, leave small gifts in elaborate places, anything to earn your forgiveness without verbally admitting his wrong-doings.

If your silence prosiest, he is quick to crack and will eventually come begging on his knees for your forgiveness. Once he sees you split into a smile, his heart swells with joy. Exasperated from the conflict, he neglects any obligations he may have in an attempt to make up for the lost time. 

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Imagine: falling in love with the Bastard of the Barrel

Warnings: language, mentions of past trauma (only if you squint)

a/n: this is far to early to post on a monday morning, especially when I have school.

It was no secret that Kaz Brekker noticed everything. Whether it be a crook cheating his way through a gamble, the shadow of an enemy tailing him during his walks, or even an attitude change in one of his dregs.

He’d always had this gift, even as child.

More often then not, Kaz pays attention to what a person is doing rather than what they're saying. He has an eye for taking in details without it seeming suspicious. 

One day Nina had asked him why. Why was he so studious when it came to the actions of men? 

Kaz had simply replied, ‘Talk may thrill, but it’s the action that reveals’. That stuck with you.

It was terrifying and beautiful.

He always knew exactly what to pull off and how he had to do it. 

He could lie to your face and you’d never question a word. Dirty Hands could talk his way out of hell without raising a finger. 

No one ventured to cross him, not if they were rational enough.

Kaz remembering the littlest of things helped him immensely in both the field of business, and his relationship with you. 

You didn’t notice it at first, but as time passed you learned that his love language was not physical touches, gifts or presents. No. Not Kaz.

It was all about those small acts that showcased his true feelings. Only after you were in a relationship did you realize acts of service were basically his form of flirting. 

Now, you took notice whenever he did the most mundane things for you.

You started repaying the favor. It was the easiest way of showing affection to him. Wether it be bringing him coffee in the mornings, or stepping ahead to open a door.

The other dregs took a hell of a lot longer then you to gather just how deep Kaz Brekker’s love truly ran, but once they did, by the saints did they wear shit eating grins anytime the poor boy did anything for you. 

All of them had their own doubts when they came to know of your relationship. Nobody was a stranger to the fact that both of you were extremely closed off people. 

As odd as it sounded, dirty hands himself had fallen in love. Things would get more physical one day, you knew that, Kaz knew that. He just needed time and the last thing you wanted to do was pressure him.

Thank you for reading and please note, requests are open! I am simply bored with writing for my own pleasure.