#do you ever look at someone and wonder 'what is going on inside their head?'

[pansyfemme]

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A/N: I'd never thought that you guys would be interested in a second part but here it is. Hope you enjoy <3

First part

Lies (2/2)

You felt uneasy after this conversation with your captain, Trafalgar Law and kinda nervous. Did he figure you out, but you were pretty sure you didn’t give anything away. And the trio played their part perfectly like you predicted. You didn’t need to go deeper in your lies, you never did. Having someone to see you do something or going in a specific area is mostly enough for it to be believable. So why? Why now? You were pretty sure that you had your heartbeat and your breath under control. You practiced it long enough since you knew he was a doctor . Thank god you could manage to fool him this time. You bit on your fingers, it was a habit of yours whenever you were under a lot of stress. Should you back down a little? No, it is necessary to do all of this. You just have to fool your captain. This handsome, clever man with his stern look and his beautiful piercing eyes. He was surely smart enough to match your intelligence and this could be the biggest problem at all.

Law was questioning everything you said and did. You were cautious of it but prepared. Even the rest of the crews were confused and wondering what this is all about. Did you have a fight? One evening Law had enough. You were always calm and collected. But still this feeling inside him, made him sick. He decided to go for a cup of coffee as he was listening to Shachi and Penguin. Both of them were talking about getting to know some cute girls when they docked on the next island.

At this moment, an idea popped inside Law’s head and a smirk was forming. If he wants you to catch you off guard, this would be the best option no one, not even you, would predict at all.

Bepo came over and told you that Law was looking for you, so you walked towards his office, knocked and opened the door. He was sitting on his desk, without looking away from his papers he told you to come in and close the door. So you did and sat in a chair in front of his desk.

He was still scribbling and ignored you. “You were looking for me?” You asked him with a sweet voice and a smile on your face. Law lifted his head to look at you and stood up, going around the table to face you. Law was leaning against the desk behind him, his arms folded before his chest as he looked at you and…smiled.

You blinked a couple of times. Never ever did you ever see him smile at all. You didn’t even know that he was able to. “I wanted to apologize to you. I was pretty rude for a couple of days.”

You were unsure what game he played, did he really just want to apologize? Your smile was brighter now as you tilted your head slightly. “That’s lovely. But you don’t have to apologize, captain. I know you didn’t mean any harm.” Two can play the game you know?

Law was holding your hand with his, drawing circles on the back of it. You couldn’t help but blush lightly and staring at his hand on yours. Of course you didn’t notice the smirk on his face nor that he leaned in so his face was closer to yours. His hands were now on both sides of the chair, caging you in it. Your eyes found his and you couldn't help but feel flustered. “To  be honest, I did this on purpose back there.”

You gulped and tried to still smile at him. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded. “I wanted to get closer to you. You are really pretty and I didn’t know why I did it, but now I know.”

Your pupils went wide and you were speechless. //Is this for real? Did he figure me out or not?//

His hand was now caressing your cheek. “Allow me to show you what I mean.” With that his lips were on yours and you couldn’t help but reciprocate the kiss, close your eyes and enjoy the moment. As he pulled away his voice was just a whisper. “I like you.”

With that you were closing the gap again, kissing him with such a passion it made you dizzy. Your arms were behind his neck, deepening the kiss. “I like you too.”

He was squeezing your hand. “That’s good to hear.” And he was on you once more. He couldn’t stop, but neither could you. It was intoxicated.

“Sorry that I accused you of lying.” His lips were on yours again, his tongue twirling around and a soft moan escaped your mouth. “It’s ok.”

“I know you wouldn’t lie to us. YOu never did to begin with right.” He kissed along your neck and jawline. You tried to calm down. “O-Of course not.”

He squeezed your hand again and let go of you immediately.

With half lidded eyes and a shock expression you were looking up to him. He pulled quickly away from you, standing before you and smirked. You were confused and couldn’t think of a single thought. His left hand was still on your hand.

“Oh is that so?” He asked you and squeezed your hand once more. Now it was your time to realize what was going on. That’s why he squeezed your hand. You couldn’t collect yourself to fool him. He was seducing you, to detect your heartbeat.

“We are a crew. We trust each other.” He said calmly and you couldn't help but glaring at him. “Trust? You lied to me and made this a game. You talk about trust here? I had my reasons.”

Law never saw you making another expression. He only knew your smile and your soft eyes. Seeing you like this, greeting your teeth, furious and a deathly look in your eyes he couldn’t help but chuckle. “You piss me off. Let me go and I will leave for good.”

Law gripped your wrist now. “You stay with us. Even though this wasn’t the nicest approach this was the only way to confirm it. We can help you.”

You huffed. “Help? I don’t need your help.”

Law tried to stay calm back there. “Like I said before, I know about your past, I was researching every piece of information I could find about you. You lie to protect yourself, and this is ok.” He kneeled down so you were face to face. “But you are here. We won’t hurt nor betray you. You spend enough time with us, to know that we aren’t like his bastards from before.” You were angry because you knew he was kinda right about it. The HEart pirates were nothing but friendly to you. Welcome you with open arms, especially Penguin and Shachi who you robbed before. They did everything to make you smile, asking about you and your well being. You thought they did to deceive you, but they were doing it for each other. They truly care about everyone on this submarine. You couldn’t help but cry, and stared at Law.

“Even so they are all nice and won’t hurt me, you hurt me back there.”

He sighed, he wanted to caress your cheeks once more, but he knew you would be against it.

“I am truly sorry. But not all of it was an act you know? I care about you and I somehow like you. That was not a lie at all.” He slowly reached for your cheek, brushing his thumbs against his. Your lips were trembling.

“How should I trust you after this?” You leaned into his touch.

“I will try to earn your trust and I will protect you from any harm even so I know you are capable of it.” You could only nod. His eyes were gentle this time and you wanted to trust him. Even so he lied to you, he helped you with it somehow. “I’m tired of pretending.”

“I know.” And this time you could show him a genuine smile and he couldn’t help but blush and turn away. “If you smile for real, it suits you better.”

[baby-tini]

Can I request cheater! Bonten Mikey (angst) but then regretted/ try to win her back? Thank you in advance!

TW- Cheating, implied abuse You didn't know how stressful running a gang could be- much less the biggest criminal organization in the whole of Japan. So you thought it might be best too give Mikey some space, give him time too himself and let him relax. You fully trusted Mikey, he's never betrayed your trust, never lied to you and never gave you a reason too doubt him. He was sweet to you, buys you the prettiest things and treats you like a princess. But, when you got back to his office, after being out for a couple hours, you could hear the sounds of skin-slapping and the creak of his desk. You didn't have too open his office door too know what was happening and you didn't, you doubted you could handle seeing Mikey like that, especially with another person, you knew he wasn't... as attentive as usual but, it wasn't too weird for you. Mikey just needs some alone time, you didn't think it would be anything like.. this. You didn't know how fast you ran out of the building, your head was so foggy, everything felt.. fake.

You knew you couldn't stay, that was it. You loved Mikey, promised too stay- he made you promise him over and over again until your throat was raw as he stared at you blankly. But, you couldn't take knowing that he was so intimate with someone else, so... physically connected to someone that wasn't you. You truly believed with everything that Mikey would never do something like that- like this to you. But then again.. you truly didn't know anything about Mikey, he never opened up, never gave you any unnecessary or personal details from his childhood or his life in general. You packed everything you could fit in your bag as soon as you got to the penthouse you shared with Mikey- well, not really shared.. he payed for everything, it truly was a beautiful penthouse but you couldn't stay. How long and how many you wondered, did he ever fuck women in the bed you shared together? Did he ever caress your cheek with the same fingers that were.. inside someone else...? Ever kiss you after kissing someone else? Ever.. ever spread your legs open and make love to you after he was done with someone else? Did he ever think of someone else as he fucked into you and told you he loved you? You knew he kept a stash of cash in the closet in case of emergencies, he told you if anything ever happened it would be there, should you need it, knowing he couldn't be with you all the time. It felt like a good reason so you took it, took a good couple thousand dollars, at least enough too last while you figured everything out and got far away from him. You couldn't.. go back after this, this was just too much. You knew realistically this could never be fixed and there was no going back for the both of you, you just hoped that Mikey would leave you be after he found you gone, would accept the note you left in place of your presence. It had been a couple hours after you left when he came home, exhausted and yearning too relax with you. He didn't like that you never came back to his office, but that was probably for the best, considering the session he had with that woman took a lot longer then he thought, but it's no big deal, her pussy wasn't nearly as tight as yours anyway. He quickly became irritated when he kept calling your name, you know he hates repeating himself, you've had bruises before, physically showing you how much he hated repeating himself. But, he'd just have to teach you anothe rlesson, be a little firmer with you this time. He froze when he saw the room you shared together a mess, clothes thrown about and the closet door open, the room was a mess the bedsheets were tossed and the gun he kept hidden away behind the clothes in the closet were gone. He had immediately grabbed his phone, planning too have all of his executives out looking for you, assuming it was a kidnapping at first. Until he saw the note, the white paper crinkled and under messy, crinkled blankets. Assuming it was a ransom note, he snatcjed it, eyes looking for a sum of money, when he didn't find one, he read over the paper carefully, making sure he didn't miss a word.

"Mikey, I truly don't know how too start this note... something like this has never happened before- never thought it would happen to be honest with you. I never thought you would do something so... unforgiving, after all the moments we shared together. The way you'd hold me when I cried, the way you'd kiss my tears away. I never knew a man like you could be so gentle, but you were. You held me, treated me like fragile glass, sometimes I thought, that you thought I would break if you were too rough. The way you would hold me while you made love to me, made me promise too stay and I did, but.. I can't anymore after hearing you in your office with someone else. The thought of you being so intimate with someone breaks me.. it'll break me for a while. I don't think I could ever look into those beautiful onyx eyes that I love- use too love. Knowing you've looked into others eyes as you did mine. I can't bare the thought of you holding someone as they called out your name, kissed you as they yearned for your touch. I promised too stay... but this is the only promise I'll ever break to you. I love you, more then anything, I'll always love you even when I'm gone. I just wished you'd feel the same. Goodbye Manjiro Sano, hopefully forever." There were wet spots on the note, bleeding through the paper as he got to the end. Reaching up to his burning eyes, they were wet, vision clouding and becoming blurry as his wet lashes stuck together. The salty tears ran down his cheeks as his hand started too shake and his breathing became heavier. He was struggling too breathe, too understand the note, his head was foggy and blank.. but also over-whelming with different scenarios of you, he doesn't even recognize his own voice when it comes out hoarse and rugged. You're walking out of his life, and as you wanted, possibly forever. "I can't... that can't happen angel. You can't leave- can't leave me. You promised and I won't let you break that promise. You'll understand how much I love you when I get you back" He pulled his phone out, calling Sanzu too immediately track you down, you belonged with him- with home. You were- are everything to him, the only thing left that he holds close. He's selfish, he knows that, he knows why you left but he didn't actually think you would... his chest hurts, feels like it's caving in on itself. He needs you, more then he thought, he can't and he won't let you leave- let you just walk away from him like this. Over his dead body.

[disasterbuck]

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archer

Buck stared at Eddie. He wanted him so much his chest ached with it, but he was terrified to make a move. Eddie was his best friend, and what if making a move made things awkward between them? What if Eddie wasn't even interested to begin with? What if he was interested, they made a go of it, but then things didn't work out?

Buck didn't think he could cope with losing his best friend. Eddie was the best friend he'd ever had, possibly the only best friend he'd ever had. All other friends had been casual. He was liked by many people because he strove to be accepted, but never before had he had someone as important as Eddie in his life.

He didn't want to lose him.

boxer briefs

Buck also came to a stop, feeling his cheeks turn pink and resisting the urge to put his hands in front of his crotch; he wasn't naked after all. But he was painfully aware that he had a hell of a lot of skin on show right now and Eddie was definitely not staring at his face.

"Hey," Buck said, the word coming out as a bit of a squeak. "Sorry, I uh—"

"I think I'm gay," Eddie said.

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buck zoned out/daydreaming

"I don't know what you mean," Buck said, avoiding the truth and telling himself to stop looking at Eddie's mouth.

"Yes you do," Eddie said, his lips curving into a smirk and his arms coming up to rest on the wall on either side of Buck's head.

Now boxed in, Buck had nowhere to go. Eddie was leaning in closer, closer, and Buck's skin felt like it was on fire. He wanted to reach out and grab Eddie, pulling their bodies together and kissing him passionately.

"Buck?"

"Yes Eddie?" he asked quietly.

"Can you help me with this?"

Suddenly snapping out of his daydream, Buck –

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chris watches

Weeks passed. Christopher watched his dad and his Buck continue to smile and laugh and hang out together. They always spent time with him as well, but now that Chris was paying attention he realised that there were a lot of times when the two adults would hang out by themselves as well.

They would be having dinner and his dad would say something like, "the other day when Buck and I..." and he wasn't talking about work.

His dad and his Buck hung out on days off while Chris was at school, going to see movies or just going for drives or finding projects to work on together around the house. The more he became aware of it, the more Chris realised they were together way more than he had thought they were. It was like they were joined at the hip.

And he began to wonder... were they already together?

And if they were, why were they keeping it from him?

nightlight

A crack of lightning split the sky and Buck cringed, trying not to react lest someone realise he was afraid.

They were out for dinner together, safe inside a restaurant. But it was storming outside and Buck had a clear view out the window, plus the thunder was loud enough to be heard above the constant chatter every now and then.

Feeling a hand on his arm, he looked over to see Eddie with his head close.

"You okay?"

"Of course," Buck said with an easy grin. "Why wouldn't I be?"

oh buck

"I'm coming in."

Turning the handle, Eddie opened the door and found himself looking down on Buck's hunched form. The other man was sitting on the tiles, curled inwards with his hands wrapped around his head. For someone so tall and strong, he looked incredibly small and fragile.

"Oh, Buck…" Eddie whispered, carefully crossing over to him and sitting down too. He ran his fingers through some of Buck's hair before wrapping himself around him, holding him securely. "I'm here," he murmured. "I've got you."

will you...?

"I said yes," he repeated, then stood up so that they were equal with each other and reached a hand out. "Yes, Eddie. I'd love to go on a date with you."

Eddie's frown slid from his face, leaving behind a look of dismay.

Buck felt as though someone had dropped a stone down his throat.

"Was that… not what you were going to say?" he asked slowly, curling his fingers into a fist as he lowered his hand to his side again.

Looking extremely pained, Eddie said, "Uh… no. Um. I was gonna ask if you could watch Chris for me."

Forcing himself to nod, Buck pushed down his disappointment and pasted on a smile.

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[wontbyers]

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This is what I was talking about here btw

[dnpbeats]

d&p slow dancing to thinking out loud remains absolutely batshit because we all know it was scripted but WHY??? WHAT WERE THEY TRYING TO ACCOMPLISH WITH STAGING THAT?

[swagspren]

I think it is sweet that, even though we have Adolin’s POV since the start, you the reader get to go on the “I think this guy might suck” to “okay this guy is not so bad” journey with Kaladin. I feel like tWoK and beginning of WoR it still feels like I know Adolin means well, but he is really out here yelling at his dad and being on his high horse (lol). Even when he locks himself up with Kal I was a little like “okay, as he should.”

Then he’s out on the plains like goofing around with the water kid and stuff and I was like okay! He got us! He got me with that one! And that is also the scene that Kaladin concedes that he is likeable and a good guy etc

[pinkeoni]

I can’t help but wonder what Vecna was going to do with Will if the gate wasn’t closed at the end of s2. What were his plans with Will’s body once he completely took it over? Is he disposable like Billy, was he just a means to an end, or did he have bigger plans with him?

[nero-neptune]

“Y’know, blockbusters, hundred-million dollar box office. It’s all they say they want down there these days. I just don’t think I have one of those in me…MTV says it all started with Steven and the shark. And then came the extra-terrestrial. And George brought us R2-D2 and Indiana Jones. Batman. Dick Tracy. Entertainment Tonight calls it “high concept”…I don’t think I’m a “high concept” kinda guy. ”

NORTHERN EXPOSURE 1.06 “Sex, Lies, and Ed’s Tapes”

[shadowpeachyuri]

macaque with an inside out-style crew of emotions in his head but instead of the normal joy-sadness-fear-anger-disgust ensemble he has Fear, Homosexuality, Regret, Fear 2, and Smugness

[styona]

English is not my first language so I didn't understand what 'hung' meant in this context right away and I thought he wanted to be hung as in killed and I was like well that's some weird flex but ok, cause at this point nothing he says in his interviews can faze me anymore I guess. And I didn't know who the dude was cause I sure as hell was not expecting Tobias to mention an actor of that kind of industry. But that still was SO out of pocket

[bisexuallilapitts]

Rob bringing a bird to the Umbrella Academy press is probably the most on brand thing he's ever done

[henrysglock]

Paper Faces - Chapter 12: Twisted Every Way

Alternately: Fuck It, We Ball (1892)

This chapter is the STxPOTO equivalent of Timmy Turner saying "What’s the worst that possibly happen?", iykwim.

As always, heed the tags, comments are greatly appreciated, and constructive criticism is welcomed!

[chronicowboy]

thinking about my scrungly grandpa eddie diaz saying "you talk to people on these things?!" whilst holding a headset like he doesn't talk into one of those multiple times every day in the ladder truck

[vendettamuses]

@moonspower SAID: [ PLAY ]:          while sitting together, the sender absently lifts the receiver’s hand, idly running their fingertips across the lines of their palms, mapping out every inch of their hand with slow, lazy touches. harry!

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The sudden gesture seems to startle the older man. He jumps a bit, seemingly dazed by the contact before looking over at Virote.

VOLITION: Relax. He's just touching your hand.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY: Fuck yeah! First base!

ENCYCLOPEDIA: This is most certainly not first base.

INLAND EMPIRE: Regardless, you're not sure how to feel about it.

PERCEPTION (TOUCH): His caresses are gentle. Uncoordinated but delicate and considerate. His hands are smooth and pale compared to your own. Yours? Yours are calloused and rough, and your palms are vibrant red from the constant flood of alcohol breaking up the capillaries to the point of leaving the delicate skin there permanently stained a vibrant crimson hue.

YOU: When was the last time I felt someone touch me like this?

INLAND EMPIRE: Don't. Don't try to answer that question. Don't even think about it.

VOLITION: You won't like the answer. Let's just say it's been a long time and leave it at that.

EMPATHY: He's studying you. Gently. Kindly. Admiring you in the most subtle of ways.

LOGIC: Or maybe, he's reading your palm?

ENCYCLOPEDIA: Palm reading is a spiritual practice wherein it is believed that the shapes and angles of the creases between your fingers and palms can be used to read your destiny, including your romantic prospects, occupation outcomes, and the status of any accomplishments you may or may not wish to fulfill.

YOU: That sounds cool! Does it work?

LOGIC: No.

CONCEPTUALIZATION: Of course it does! We are all made of stardust. Time and space are cosmically intertwined concepts. Your fate and your destiny and predetermined, and life is merely a maze you partake in with your choices. Ultimately though, the outcome is beyond your grasp. All you get is a handful of clues. Literally. Look at your palms - they hold the secrets of your future, Harry!

YOU: Whatever the future holds, palms or not, I just hope Virote stays in it.

He watches Virote for a moment, blinking after a long minute of staring and seemingly coming back to his senses. Slowly, ever so slowly, he curls his fingers around Vi's. He's gentle as he can possibly be, his wrist twitching as he strains to remain controlled in the move. He has no idea how the other man will react, but he's been conditioned to expect the worst. A yell, a sharp slap, a warm hand to be pulled from his grasp when he needs it most.

When it doesn't come, he looks over at Virote with a nervous grin. Oh shit, he has no idea what to say now. Think of something!

"Ha... Were you reading my palm?"

NOT THAT SOMETHING.

[so-weird-world]

Do you ever look at someone and wonder: what is going on inside their head?