#look at these GUYYSSS>...

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HE IS the best one!!!!

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i don't think we should "desexualize boobs", i think we should acknowledge that every chest is very sexy no matter what form it takes, and we should all be walking around shirtless regardless

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so scarlet it was maroon

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An interior page from The New Champion of Shazam! (2022) #1, releasing August 2nd, that shows Mary Bromfield as Shazam in all her glory.

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Peppermint Tea 29 - Chamomile

Heyyyy guyysss. So I am FINALLY back with an update. I've had some other works get in the way *Crocodile and Hazbin Hotel ahem*

I've worked on this when I can and it's a bit longer than my usual chapters. Sorta of an introspection chapter. Our girl has to do a lot of thinking. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! Also! I've used A LOT of the live action gifs. I'll be swapping to anime!

Warnings! None I don't think? Drinking.

Link to Ao3! -> Here

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Being pregnant is weird. You ache in weird places, and your feet constantly hurt. You hated how emotional you'd become and how much you still longed for the familiar comfort of your boys. You missed the easy companionship and the warmth of their love for you. How they held you close whenever you wanted and went out of their way to bring you little gifts. But then you are reminded that Shanks and Mihawk are nothing but liars and are left wondering if anything that the three of you shared together meant something to them. 

It's a horrible way to think, and it makes you feel guilty, but you can't help it. What else could they have lied to you about? Shanks had told you he loved you early on, but Mihawk had never uttered the words once, preferring to show you how much you meant to him. But were you just play thing with them? A convenient source for both men to use? You didn't know, and it made you even more upset thinking about it. 

Your tummy moves, and you glance down at the sight of your baby squirming. You can't help but grimace at the weird sensation. Your baby is always moving, never allowing you the rest you desperately want, and it's just one more thing to stack on top of all the rest of your woes. Sometimes, it felt like the growing bundle was punishing you for sending your boys away, especially with how much worse you've been feeling lately without their presence. 

Shanks had been so happy to find out that you were pregnant, but he was less enthusiastic about the more gross details and what came with raising a child. He had promised you over and over that he would be there to help, but that he'd definitely have to get used to it. 

The redhead drops to his knees, arms wrapping around your thighs as he presses the side of his face to your tummy. It's hardly a bump, but Shanks loves the growing bundle inside of his treasure all the same. He kisses your stomach, lips lingering there as he imagines a tiny redhead running around. 

Mihawk stands behind you, still over the moon with the news. He was worried, very much so. Even if your pregnancy and birth were smooth sailing, that meant that Mihawk would have one more person in the world that he would need to protect. It terrified him, but running was the last thing on his mind. In reality, the hawk couldn't get over how radiant you looked and planned to worship every inch of your body until you begged him to stop. 

You frown and push the memories aside. Maybe they hadn't been lying to you about everything, but both of them knew that you had no idea who you were. How could they have kept that from you? Why had they waited so long to tell you? 

You would have forgiven Mihawk if he had been truthful to you from the start. You were desperate for any kind of company then and had become spoiled on his, so you hadn't thought to question his words back then. But now that you are thinking about it, you can recall how Mihawk had hesitated the day you first told him of your “dreams”. 

You would have been upset, yes, but you didn't love Mihawk back then. it would have been much less of a betrayal, but his decision to wait had made it one of the worst things he could have done. 

You had an older brother out there who you didn't even know existed, a connection to your past, but Mihawk was too fucking selfish too see that. Damn, now you're just getting angry. But maybe that was good? Maybe you needed to let it all out. You stand from where you'd been curled up on the couch. You have the sudden urge to move. It's been days since your boys left and you've done nothing but lay around and sulk.

Hank jumps up after his human, dark eyes sparking up in excitement to see you finally up and about. He follows after you and lets out a low yip to grab his little brother's attention. Sukuna would kill him if he didn't wake him up. 

The orange fluff ball appears within moments, greeting Hank with a yowl and rubbing up against your legs. You crouch to love on him for a second before you continue on, manic energy coursing through your body. They follow their human to your bedroom, and you prop open the door, intending to start deep cleaning the room. You've let too many clothes pile up. 

Hank lays under your vanity, and Sukuna squeezes in beside the mutt, big golden eyes never leaving you. They can smell Your raging emotions, and neither want to accidentally get in your way. 

You start in the corner, lip curling up in annoyance when you immediately find a pair of Shanks’ pants that he'd left behind. You chuck them to the floor, and soon, it becomes a growing pile of clothing that both men had left behind. You pause once you reach a familiar white shirt, hesitating in tossing your favorite to the pile. 

Hank whines when he begins to smell your rising distress and crawls out from under his hiding spot to go to your side. He doesn't like that his human has been so upset lately and is curious as to why her mates haven't shown back up to take care of her. Hank knows that they had a fight. It's why he had gotten in between his human and the one armed man, even if Hank really liked him. 

You turn to your dog, a sad smile on your lips as you hold the ruffled and well-loved shirt close to your face. Hank whines again and presses his face into your side, trapping the shirt between the two of you. 

“Oh. Alright. I guess it'd be okay to keep this one, huh, buddy?” You murmur and gently shove Hank away so you can lift the shirt you're wearing now and toss it into your hamper. You shrug on Shanks’ shirt, snickering when the material grows tight around your swollen belly. You can't help but think that wearing the shirt feels like the redhead is there with you, wrapping you up in a hug. 

You blink as your vision swims and quickly stand, going to the pile of their clothes and shifting through them until you find a large overcoat with delicate designs. 

It's during a rare storm on your island that Mihawk decides to show up. His coat and hat are completely soaked through, and the warlord feels more like a wet cat than anything at that moment. This must be what Sukuna feels like when you give the poor cat a bath. Mihawk emphasizes with him. 

He barges into the cottage like he owns the place, scaring the hell out of you from where you sit in the living room putting together a puzzle that he'd brought you on a previous visit. The piece you're holding goes flying into the air, and you level a glare at the soaked warlord. 

“I'll never find that, you know!” You shout after him as he trudged to the bathroom. He ignores you, closing the door with a snap and quickly undressing. He hangs up his coat to dry and then hops into the now steaming shower to wash the cold rainwater away. 

Mihawk joins you back in the living room half an hour later, dressed in nothing but sleep pants. He settles down on the floor behind you, tugging you close to his chest and hooking his bearded chin over your shoulder. He presses an apologetic kiss to your neck. 

“I'll buy you another if we can't find the piece later,” Dracule promises. You give a satisfied nod and smile, leaning back into his chest.

“I'll hold you to it.” 

Mihawk never took that coat with him again. 

You stare down at the dark coat, licking your lips before, ultimately saying screw it and sliding your arms through the sleeves. It's massive on you, dragging the floor and swallowing you up, but it brings you that comfort that you desperately need right now. You clutch the lapels of the jacket close, sniffing pathetically as you sit in the middle of the pile of clothes. Fuck. You miss them so much. 

Sukuma meows at you and makes a show of walking on the shirts and pants that surround you, sniffing at them before making biscuits and settling in. Hank plops down beside you, and you can't help the water laugh that escapes. 

“I dunno if it's sad or not that the two of you can communicate with me better than a human being,” you quip and let yourself wallow in pity for a little while longer before you stand. You sigh and gather the clothes up and place them in the ditty laundry with everything else. You don't have the heart to get rid of them, not when you can't even decide for yourself if you want them to come back or not. 

Sukuna and Hank share a look as they follow you around for the rest of the day. They don't dare leave you alone, not when you reek of sadness and self-pity. Hank does his best to make his human feel a bit better, bringing you his favorite toys and being a big goof when you toss his ball. Sukuna made sure to keep close, his purring, a constant, thunderous roar that drowned out the sad little voice in your head. 

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Their company makes you feel better, but you are still down and miserable a couple of days later. It's been just over two weeks since you sent your boys away, and you've had a lot of time to think during that time. You aren't nearly as upset with Shanks as you are with Mihawk. The redhead had only gone along with Dracule's dumb ass decision at Mihawk's discretion, so you didn't think it was very fair to be so upset with the Emperor. 

You were still angry with him, but you could forgive the redhead. 

You still hadn't found a good enough excuse for Mihawk, however. His lying to you had been nothing but selfish desire to keep you his. You don't understand how keeping such information from you could be considered keeping you safe, but then you think back to what Shanks had told you the morning before everything had gone to shit. 

“Sometimes Mihawk thinks he knows what's best for us, even if he goes about it the wrong way.” 

Well, wrong he was, but in a weird way, you could almost see his logic. 

Your family, your home, your kingdom, it was all gone - destroyed by Big Mom and her family. You'd been so young, six years old, when it happened, that other than the same memories that plague you nightly, you hardly remember your family or your home. Aside from Tomura, and even then, the memories were vague at best. 

Did it make you a bad person if you stayed with the man who had killed the people who lived on your island? Your apparent subjects, because you're some long lost princess? Not that you being royalty mattered, not to you at least. Why would you want all that responsibility when you've lived such a free life away from the rest of the world? How can you grieve for something you've never known?

You hated all these new questions and doubts that his confession had brought on. You almost wish that he'd just kept his mouth shut, but then you think about the brother that is still a mystery to you. Tomura had been your only friend as a child, and you wish you could ask him what he thought about all this.

A sudden pounding on your front door has you jumping out of your skin, and fury rushing up your spine. Really? They couldn't even stay away for a week? 

You stomp over to the door, a curse on your lips that sputters out the moment you see who exactly is at your door. 

“Perona?” You demand, brows shooting up. 

The pink girl barges in like her father figure, strutting into your home like she owns the place. 

“Wh-what are you doing here?” 

“Coming to see you, duh,” Perona quips like she busts into your life on the daily. Which she does not. She plops on the couch, sighing dramatically, “I couldn't stand another day being around Mihawk. He's not stopped moping since you made them leave.” 

Her words catch you off guard. Perona had come here to complain about Mihawk to you of all people? Was she crazy? Perona opens her mouth and spouts off before you can get a word in. 

“I'm surprised he even got inside the castle as drunk as he was! The humandrals probably stayed away because of how badly he reeked!” 

Your mouth grows dry. You didn't think that Mihawk would be the one to go off into a drinking stupor, and despite yourself, you still felt concerned for the older man. Mihawk was such a recluse, and it had taken months for him to open up to you, and who knew where Shanks was. You had expected the men to at least find comfort in each other. 

“Shanks isn't there?” You ask her and take a seat in Mihawk's armchair. You haven't been able to bring yourself to call it yours again, even in your head. 

Perona shakes her head, sending her bouncy pig tails flying, “Nope. Not that I saw anyway. But enough about him. How are you doing? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?” 

You smile at her concern and push down the emotions that threaten to swell up like the ocean and pull you under. 

“I'm okay. The baby is okay. A lot more squirmy than usual, actually.” You assure the other woman and smooth your hand over your stomach. You are wearing one of Mihawk's shirts today, a brilliant red in color styled in his usual fashion. 

Perona squeals in happiness and claps her hand, “Oh good! Can I feel it?”

You nod and watch with a soft smile as the younger girl kneels by your seat and gently rests her hand atop your coveted belly. She giggles when the little one kicks her hand almost immediately. 

It's quiet for a while, and that concern for Mihawk resurfaces with a vengeance. You lick your lips, and Perona seems to feel the shift in the air, for she sits back and plops back on the couch. She watches her friend, feeling guilty and sorry for the other woman. It wasn't fair. 

“Mihawk told me what happened. Well, more like he drunkenly yelled about it and threw a lot of things, but still. I wanted to come see you. Are you seriously okay?” 

Her big eyes are full of nothing but worry for you, and you feel the walls crack and break under her kind gaze. 

“Ah-no not really,” you admit quietly and sweep your hand through your hair, “I guess I didn't realize how much they were picking up my slack around here. Being pregnant fucking sucks, and I feel horrible for missing two men who betrayed my trust.” 

You sniff and force the tears back. You are so sick of crying. Sick of feeling like crap, and you just want everything to go back to the way it was. 

Perona stands and gathers you in for a hug, and you gladly bury your face in her shoulder and cry. It feels like it's been forever since you've had any kind of human interaction, and having Perona here has broken you. She holds you until you've stopped crying, and then when you let go, the ghost girl lopes to the kitchen to fix the two of you hot cups of tea. The warm drink does wonders for your sore throat, and you let yourself relax back into Mihawk's chair. 

“I think you sending them away was the right thing to do. For now, at least,” Perona begins, and you glance up at her from over the rim of your mug. She sits criss cross on the couch, and you smile when you see that Sukuna has curled up in her lap. Big fluff ball only liked girls. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean that this alone time gave you some time to think, right? I know Mihawk did bad, and I told him more than once that it wasn't okay that he was keeping that from you, but, _.” 

You look at Perona when she says your name, and you frown at the insurge of wrongfulness that swims in your chest. You don't know if you want to hear this. 

“He's a disaster. I've never seen him like this before, and maybe you could give him a second chance? Maybe give him a call to know that you're okay?” 

Mihawk had become Perona’s guardian and father figure all rolled up into one big surly warlord. She loved him and hated that Dracule was wasting away alone in the castle at Gloom Island. He deserved to be happy, and the ghost girl knew that you and Shanks were the only two for him. 

You stay quiet. Could you do what Perona asks? The more you think about it, the more you come to the conclusion that yes, you could definitely do this. You wanted to talk to Mihawk. You needed to see how the older man was doing. 

“Is he really that bad?” You ask softly, and Hank seems to notice the stress that coats your tone. He rises from in front of the fireplace and lays his big head on your lap. You slid your fingers into his fur and found that easy comfort. 

“He won't stop drinking and yelled at me when I tried to take his booze away. He won't eat, won't shower, and hasn't trained since he got to Gloom.” 

It's one nail in the coffin after the other, and you find yourself up out of the chair and to the snail transponder that you've intentionally forgotten about. Your hands shake as you dial the familiar number, and you glance to the living room to see Perona giving you a double thumbs up. 

CA-LICK

“Who the fuck thinks that they can call this number.” 

Gods. Perona really wasn't joking when she said that Mihawk was a mess. He sounded sloshed, voice thick with alcohol and lack of sleep. 

“Mihawk? It's me,” you say quietly, and the silence is loud even over the phone. You close your eyes and picture the look of shock that the warlord no doubt has. 

“Angel? You called?” His voice is full of disbelief and aching hope. 

“Perona asked me to call you. She said you aren't…doing very well.” You finish lamely. It's never been this awkward between the two of you before, and you do not like it. 

“Oh, so that's where she ran off to. You shouldn't worry about me, Darling. I'm perfectly fine- oh!” 

You jump when you hear a loud crash over the receiver, “Mihawk? Are you okay?” 

“I'm fine my dear. Only tripped. I'm quite clumsy today,” Mihawk slurs and you crack a smile at his uncharacteristic behavior. You hear him shuffle about and settle down in a chair, voice sobering up just a bit as he focuses on speaking. 

“It's good to hear your voice, sweetheart. I missed you something terrible, you know? Are you doing well? Is the baby okay?” 

You can hear his voice catch a frantic edge, and you are quick to reassure the warlord. You dont want him sailing across the Grand Line sloshed. 

“We're both fine. She's been a little more rowdy than usual,” you say quietly and bite your lip, a tiny sigh leaving you. You rub your tummy, eyes sliding shut, “She misses her daddies. So do I.” 

It's quiet on the other end of the line, just the sound of Dracule breathing. It's honesty nice to hear, and you find yourself relaxing again the wall, head thunking against it. 

“...I'm so sorry, Angel. What I've done to you is irreversible. I wish that I could take it all back.” 

His apology hurts. You want to forgive him for his sins, assure Mihawk that nothing had changed and that he could come back home. But you couldn't, even if he had saved you and your brother at the end of the day. 

“You can't, Mihawk, and I don't know if I can ever forgive you,” you hear his lungs hitch on the other end, a sharp intake of breath that sounds near painful. You look down at your growing belly, tears spriouting, “But it isn’t fair to you to keep you away from her, and- and I don't think I can do this without you.” 

“Her? You think the baby is a girl?” 

A smile plays your lips. Of course, that is what he picked up on right now. 

“I just have a feeling, is all,” you admit to him. You hum quietly, and thousands of miles away, Mihawk relaxes in his armchair for the first time in weeks at the sweet sound. 

“ …You would trust me around her? Around you again?” He asks you, and Gods, how were you suppose to answer that? 

“Did you ever lie to me about anything else?” You ask instead of answering that. You needed to know if anything you had shared with Dracule had been fake. 

“No. I've always been truthful to you, Angel. You’ve become my whole world, and I wanted to do anything I could to protect that.” 

Even over the snail transponder, you can tell that Mihawk is telling the truth. You only have one last question, one that makes you almost nauseous to ask. 

“Do you love me, Mihawk?” 

On Gloom Island, the warlord looks stricken, face growing pale and falling at the mention of that four letter word. Did he not show you how much he cared for you? Did his actions not speak of how much you meant to him? 

No, it didn't. His lack of action that had cost him everything. Mihawk wouldn't let that happen again. 

“I don't think I should answer that over the phone, Angel.” 

He hears your breath hitch, and do he plows on, shoving away the unease that wants to settle like a deadly cloak. 

“I want to see you, again. Will you permit me that?” 

Before you can answer, you hear a commotion on the other end of the line. Curious, you listen in. 

Mihawk cocks an unimpressed brow when the door to his study flies open, banging against the wall and sending a couple of books falling from the shelves. Shanks gives him an unapologetic grin and shut the door softly behind himself. 

“Sorry about that, Baby,” the redhead slurs. He is drunk as a skunk, and Mihawk curls his lips at the stench that clings to Shanks, “I wanted to come see you, you've been avoiding me.” 

“It's not avoiding if you aren't seeking. I've been here this whole time,” Mihawk grumbles at the younger man and points to a chair on the other side of his desk. Shanks ignores him, loping around the desk to instead drape himself across Mihawk's shoulders instead. 

“Who're you talking to?” Shanks demands when he catches sight of the snail on Dracule's desk. 

“Hi Shanks,” the redhead zeros in when he hears your voice, dark eyes going wide and he makes grabby hands for the receiver. 

“Treasure! I miss you!” Shanks whines into the phone, and your chest tightens at the forlorn tone that coats his words, “When can we come home?” 

You can't help but giggle at his request, though that guilt still eats at you, you want to see them again. Maybe Perona was right about that second chance. It felt so good to speak to both of your boys, even if they hadn't been taking care of themselves, but you still didn't think you could have them here. Not yet. 

“Not yet, Shanks. I need some more time,” you murmur and wish you were there with them when you hear the sound of flesh meeting flesh. 

“Don't bother her with questions like that. She'll take all the time she needs,” Mihawk snaps and glares at the redhead who now lays sprawled on the floor. 

You listen to Shanks whine like a child in the background, and the sound of your two boys together makes you long to be there with them. 

“He's fine, Mihawk. How about you let him stay there with you, and I'll call you again soon?” You suggest softly. You know that Mihawk won't willingly ask Shanks to stay with him, but you didn't want either of them to be without the other right now. 

Dracule sighs heavily but nods all the same, golden eyes landing on the redhead who looks seconds away from passing out, “Only because you asked, Angel.” 

“Don't act like you don't love him,” you admonish quietly, and his next words shock you to the core. 

“You're right, Darling. I do love him.” 

You can hear the quiet astonishment in Dracule’s voice, and this time, it's happy tears that will up and threaten to fall. You sniff harshly, “See, that wasn't that bad, was it?” 

A fond smile plays on his lips, golden eyes soft, “No, no it wasn't.” 

A stilted silence settles over the connection, and the two of you speak up at the same time. 

“I should go-” 

“I should go-”

You huff a soft laugh and continue, “you should make sure Shanks hasn't drunk himself into a coma. I'll um, I'll keep in touch, okay?” 

“Alright, Darling, call again soon, okay?” Mihawk, please and grips the receiver harshly, voice turning desperate, “We miss you.” 

You swallow harshly, eyes clenched shut, “I will. I miss you too.” 

You hang up the transmitter, taking a deep breath before going back to Mihawk's chair and plopping down with a world weary sigh. Perona cocks a brow at you.

“Did it go okay?” 

You shrug, “Yeah, it was good hearing from them. Shanks will probably still be there when you go home, by the way.” 

You snicker at the sneer that ghosts across Perona’s face, finding amusement in her disgusted reaction, “Fantastic.”

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THERE BOTH INLOVE WITH THERE SISTER 😨😨😨

that post is starting to backfire. i can't even look at the notes anymore gsdfklnds no they are not going to therapy together nor are they in love nor are they innOCENT, GUYYSSS (ʘ ꒳ ʘ)

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my art isn't arting like it should art :( I was rlly reluctant on posting this, and I tried a new coloring style?? idk tell me if my other one was better CONSTRUCTIVE criticism appreciated! :33 GUYYSSS STOP LOOKING AT THIS ONE I HAVE A BETTER ONE PLSS

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"SOMEONE IS IN LOVE"

- Trafalgar Law is acting weird today.

- A Little ZoSan(?)

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One great day in the thousand sunny...

"SANJIIII FOOODDD!!!"

"YOU JUST ATE ONE MEAT A WHILE AGO!"

After getting rejected for the 10th time luffy shuts his mouth and pouted as he didn't get meat and just gave up as he didn't want sanji to get mad at him for pestering him for food anymore.

pere pere...pere pere...pere pere...pere pere

"Yes Hello? This is Nami"

"Ohh N-Nami-san"

"Oho? Bepo!"

Chopper and Ussop's heads turn around at the mention of Bepo's name.

"What's the occassion and you get to call us bepo?"

"U-Uhmm well I have a problem and I think only you humans can answer it for me"

Both Chopper, Ussop and Nami looked at each other and replied.

"What is it then Bepo?"– Chopper

"W-Well our captain is weird today..."

"Mhm and? Isn't he weird everyday?" Ussope said and got a slap on the back of his neck by nami.

"Ussop get serious! This is Bepo on the line we are talking to"

"Continue Bepo"

"W-Well as I said C-Captain is acting weird today..."

"Like? What kind of weird Bepo? We need details"

"Y-You know he always looked deadpan and scary on the outside...and just a while ago while he are resting on the upper surface he started smiling our of nowhere...you know like smiling and letting out a small laugh?"

Chopper and Nami looked at each other and nodded after knowing his said 'weird' situation.

"Hmm let me guess did you mentioned luffy at him?"

"No we didn't mentioned him"

"Hmmm...base on his actions of him suddenly smiling while alone..."

"And not to mention even laughing alone"

"HE'S DEFINITELY IN LOVE!"

They both said excitedly at the same time which made commotion and attracted the heads of their crew except luffy who was far away and sitting on sunny's head and zoro who still sleeping on the pole bench.

"What's this all about?"

"Did something happened? Who's in love?"

Robin and Brook said as they came to join what gossip they are having right now.

"Well someone is in love and cannot help but think of someone!" Chopper replied to robin and brook with his excited expression.

"Who?"

"The Captain of Heart Pirates"

"Law-san?"

"YES BROOK HIM"

"Uhmm? Nami? Chopper?"

They almost forgot Bepo was in the den den mushi line and went back to him immediately.

"By the way Bepo...can you tell us more?"

"Actually that was the only thing I just saw today..."

"Awee shucks until then if we meet again we want to see this weird actions of him then"

"Sure sure i'll call you if we see you nearby"

After that bepo hung up the line and they went back to their usual things as for brook and robin they stayed to know what's going on and after nami told them are got curious too who is the certain SOMEONE trafalgar law thinking of.

After hours had passed nami was beside franky to see if they can see an island nearby as everyone eat their lunch as usual and robin still on the bench waiting for nami and franky so they could have a meal together.

Not until nami's island haki striked again and found a nearby island and started yelling

"HEY GUYYSSS WE FOUND AN ISLAND!"

after yelling luffy quickly rose to his seat and went outside the kitchen.

"ISLAND WHERE?"

"In a moment luffy be patient and we'll get there"

Franky placed thousand sunny to a hideous place and then zoro placed the anchor down and nami, robin and franky went to eat their lunch sanji prepared at the others went to check the island and Ussop holding Zoro incase he suddenly get lost in the said island.

While eating lunch their den den mushi suddenly rang...

'oho? So they are near us then?' Nami thought as she ate the kast portion of her food.

"Hello? Nami speaking"

"Hello? We kinda see your boat in an island"

"Mhm we decided to take a look on this island first and maybe take a camping here for a while and will sail out tomorrow!"

"Ohh perfect captain decided to take a look on the island too!"

"Perfect...so after you land maybe we can plan to reveal his certain someone then?"

"Yes yes lets do it I was about to say it to you and even shachi and penguin are into it too!"

"Okay then see you here then!"

After that they both hang up their den den mushi's and later on polar tang can be seen in a distance as Chopper waved at Bepo.

After they parked polar tang beside sunny Law went down and was battling his emotions inside the moment he saw luffy..

It's like he wanted to hug him.

Kiss him.

Tell him he missed him very much.

But he needs to keep his cool so he just said his legendary nickname for luffy.

"Oi..Mugiwara-ya"

"Oho? Torao you're here too! And also your crew!"

Nami quickly went outside and saw bepo, shachi and penguin and greeted them.

"Well that was fast..."

"So this plan of ours how will we do it?"

"Hmm well we have to bait our capta–"

"Wait everyone I think we don't need a plan anymore.."

"Huh? Why?"

"Look...Captain is smiling brightly again...AND NOW BLUSHING TOO?"

After Shachi mentioned him blushing they all went to look at where law is and caught him staring at luffy endearingly, he has this little blush with a straight face as luffy talks about sanji not giving him snacks and meat earlier as law smiles and went to tease him further as he smirked and when gets to see luffy's reaction and kept teasing him.

"Well well...I never knew our Captains are THIS close"

Robin said out of nowhere as he smiled at how cute the two looked...

"Robin? Wait do you already know what they have?"

"Well not long ago...I've noticed it before you guys do"

"EHHH? HOW COME YOU DIDN'T TELL WHEN WE ARE ON THE CALL"

"Well you never asked if I knew or not"

"Fair enough"

After that went went back looking at the two and as for Law he was shamelessly just stares at luffy with his usual serious stares and sometimes trolls him and will smirk if he ever get the reaction he wants from him.

They all sighed as they watch the two being oblivious as hell and said one thing on their heads.

'How come we didn't noticed this sooner?'

After another hours of just wandering through the forest well the others went to wander as the two captains stayed behind on the tents as the others went to see sightseeing, collecting food, and may more.

And here they are spending each others time with each other while luffy eats another meat Law offered to give him.

"All I wanted was just meat to eat because my stomach was growling..."

"Then why not steal meat on the kitchen then?"

"I can't...he has those painful traps on the floor..."

Law scoffed after hearing sanji placing mouse straps inside his kitchen for luffy and not for the mouse.

"Those traps hurt more than big mom's attacks"

"Ergh...what a corny joke"

"What? Its true after all she only rely on her so called slaves"

"Well she actualy punched me a lot while in a fight with her"

"I'm glad you're not eaten by her at the end of the match"

Law just hit luffy with a 'are you fucking serious right now?' look and luffy just laughed at him.

"I'm just joking torao...besides I know you'll beat her off with your own"

Luffy was smiling at him proudly showcasing his brightening smile and of course cute demeanor.

Law just sighed and let out a small smile and patted his head and wipe off the meat on his cheeks as luffy was confused.

"You have a meat on your cheek stupid so I wiped it off for you"

"Oh? Thank you"

"No problem"

After that luffy continued eating as law guided luffy to sit on his lap and place his chin on his shoulder as the boy happily finish off his meat and drinks his water after.

"I've missed you mugiwara-ya can't help but worry over you"

"Finally saying it now huh"

"Huh? What do you mea–"

Law was cutted off when luffy gave him a peck on his lips and was caught off guard.

"I've missed you too torao"

Luffy turned around and was now facing Law as he left another kiss on his forehead, his left cheek, his right cheek, and lastly his lips once again.

"How come you miss me too? You meet people everyday and not miss them why miss me?"

"Well torao is special...Whenever I see you my heart pumps faster like a horse and I can't help but think of you too..."

Law was literally in Shock upon Luffy telling him this newly information.

"You....*sigh* how can you say it easily like that...its unfair"

"Shishishi love you too toraoo~"

Luffy began cuddling with Law as they both enjoy each others presence.

Little did they know from afar there their crewmates are watching them crying as they saw how beautifully their relationship was.

"I wish to have what they have"

"I'M HERE NAMI-SWANNNN"

"Ew..."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN EW YOU MARIMO"

"SHUT UP YOU TWO GO FUCK YOURSELVES ON THE OTHER SIDE LEMME HAVE A MOMENT HERE"

"okay then"

"W-What do you mean okay then?"

"Oya Oya? Zoro and Sanji? Are you two into each other too?"

"AS IF WE COULD"

"Y-You strawhats are really interesting"

"SHUT UP"

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- WANT TO HAVE WHAT THEY HAVE 😭

[ganondoodle]

read about all the armor set pieces i never bothered to fin before stopping to play to make sure i wasnt missing any potential useful info and came across the thing that im guessing is the reward for the shrines given its description and i just

kinda sank back into sadness and desperation bc of how much i dont like it and im fearing they are just gonna mess it all up even further

i said it before but i have a seething hatred for how totk hurts botw in retrospect, like wow i liked the mystery of the sonau but never wanted an answer to it, i liked the mystery of who the ancient hero was bc of its strange depiction and man did i not want this kind of answer, some things not having an answer can be more interesting than having one, cant we focus on going forward instead of looking back further and further, it was fine with the shiekah but at the end of botw it felt like a relieved sigh of "ok the past is gone and done, now we can built a better future and move o-" NOPE LOL LOOK BACK EVEN FURTHER THERE WERE THE COOLEST PEOPLE EVEN FURTHER IN THE PAST OMG YOU GUYYSSS LOOKS HOW COOL THEY WERE AND ALSO FUCKED IT ALL UP LOOOOOK LOOOK

like in general i have nothing against introducing a new species/nation to zelda but the way they did the sonau is just nothing but frustrating to me, coming out of basically nowhere and suddendly being shoved into EVERYTHING, everything shiekah, basically erased bc ACTUALLY the sonau were here first lol and they were so much cooler and better in every aspect dont you DARE even THINK of any other boring old group central to the better game of the two (botw)

like i get it they are the new cool thing but they feel so much more suddendly FORCED into EVERY aspect of both lore and world and how everyone absolutely obsesses over them its like the devs were so scared of the player not being interested in them that they felt the need to make every second NPC obsessed with them just so they can constantly shove in your face how interesting they are (like i think they way this was done just made me even less interested/more annoyed, sorry, their design is neat yeah but i really dont care, you failed to make me care and TELLING me to care wont change that), the ancient shiekah felt so much better integrated as a natural part of the world without being annoying about it and i just ....

i worry about whats to come, both for possible DLC, or worse even another game pretending to be connected to it or just .. in general ... especially given how successful totk was and still looks like its only praised outside of my bubble of like minded people

i now got alot of people interested into my totk rewrite but now im worried ... isnt my energy and time better spent on something else .. especially if they are just gonna make it all worse anyway/mess with it more, like after seeing how much totk disappointed me yet how successful it is i doubt it will get better again

[tarysu]

Mr telephone man | Tachihara x reader

woah uhm, HEYYYU GUYYSSS. My fiongers are dead ass broken from playing tekken w my dad (he's such a pro istg) but I was thinking abt making this erm uh tachi x reader fic (i'm crazy) anways enjoy!! ITS BASED OFF A SONG TOO!! tw: swearing idk bruh, some nsfw ig GRGRGGRGR (they're just kissing) ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

You haven't been at the hunting dogs' station for too long, but your role isn't exactly one of the practical heroes. No, you're not out there chasing down prey or sniffing out trouble like the rest of the team. You're the paper lady. And don't let the title fool you – it's no ordinary gig.

While the hunting dogs are busy being the action-packed heroes of the society, you find yourself knee-deep in paperwork. Unfinished tasks and untouched forms are your daily companions. While they're out in the field, you're holding down the fort, making sure the administrative side of things doesn't fall apart. It's a different kind of essential, even if it doesn't involve chasing tails or catching criminals.

when you first joined the hunting dogs, you only knew Sir Fukuchi. Your initial interview with him was a chaotic introduction to the team. Walking in, you found the hunting dogs in the midst of a minor dispute. A pink-haired girl was in tears, a brunette and a silver-haired individual were engaged in a heated argument – mainly about the questionable culinary creations of the poor brunette. Meanwhile, the 5th hunting dog was reportedly deep into a mission, infiltrating the Mafia.

You thought you had a decent grasp of what you were getting into, but this side of the hunting dogs took you by surprise. What kind of situation was this? you wondered. Slowly but surely, you grew accustomed to the atmosphere surrounding the hunting dogs. However, you never mustered the courage to get too close to any of them. Jouno Saigiku, in particular, seemed unnerving to engage in conversation with. Sir Fukuchi, on the other hand, proved to be quite the comedian with his fart jokes. Teruko stood out as an odd but positively positioned vice commander, and Tetchou emerged as the only one you deemed decent enough for a conversation, at least. As for the fifth hunting dog, you didn't bother taking an interest in him – he remained a mystery, and you were content with the distance.

Well, that was until you got a call. Seated in the hunting dog meeting hall, a ring echoed from the other side of the room. You stood up, anticipating yet another paperwork fiasco you'd have to tackle. But no, this time was different.

With a curious look, you made your way to the phone and decided to pick it up. "Hello, this is the hunting dog district. Who is it?" you answered. On the other end of the call, a male voice resonated – Michizou Tachihara, the 5th hunting dog.

"It's Michizou Tachihara. Could you possibly alert the rest of the hunting dogs for my return later this winter? " he spoke in a cool, composed tone.

You took note of his youth compared to the other members and couldn't help but wonder about the weight of his workload, considering his role as a spy. Again, you were the newcomer. Tachihara, unfamiliar with your voice, had to assume you were a recent addition to the team. In his line of work, he knew the ins and outs of everyone associated with the hunting dogs – from the receptionist of the building to the janitors. Yet, your presence seemed to be a new and uncharted territory for him. "Right away sir." "Thank you."

There you ended the call with Tachihara, not particularly invested beyond the task at hand. But before you could return to the looming pile of paperwork, another call interrupted your brief respite. Just what you needed.

Letting out an annoyed sigh, you answered, "Hello, this is the hunting dog district. How may I help you-"

"You cut me off."

"Oh, you again."

Your voice carried a tone of increased annoyance. Time was ticking, and the 5th had attempted a second call. Maybe, just maybe, you could transfer him to another line and escape the ongoing interruptions.

"Sorry again, I was going to ask who were you?"

Seriously? That's what he called for. You, accustomed to speaking freely around the hunting dogs, felt a surge of frustration. Tachihara was about to get a taste of your unprofessional tone.

"Fuck around and find out."

With that, you decisively ended the call. Well, damn? That sure left Tachihara in quite a shock, and it seemed to have put him in a foul mood. The encounter had a similar effect on you, leaving you scribbling the same shit on the paperwork in an equally foul mood. . .. ... .... ..... .... ... .. .

The phone rang, and once again, you found yourself stationed in the hunting dog meeting hall. The inevitable question lingered – who was on the other side of the line this time? As it turned out, it was the 5th hunting dog, him again.

"Hello, how may I help y-" you began, holding the phone to your ear, only to be met with the same voice that had soured your mood before.

"You, the fuck was with you?" He was clearly livid. Before he could even unleash a torrent of slurs on the line, you swiftly transferred the call to the receptionist. Today was not the day for dealing with his grievances. . .. ... .... ..... .... ... .. . Today brought an increased workload, and it seemed like a substantial portion of it came directly from the 5th hunting dog. This managed to fray your nerves. It was evident that this extra load was a consequence of your previous behaviour on the line, a somewhat irritating reminder that you were expected to meticulously organise every criminal report, particularly those concerning the mafia. So, there you were, ensuring everything was neatly arranged while also dealing with your usual daily paperwork.

Seriously, that mother fucker really knew how to retaliate for something minor. And then, just to add insult to injury, the phone rang. Sighing, you stood up to answer.

"Enjoyin' the paperwork?" he snickered on the other end.

"Well, thanks a lot, fuckface." You retorted. Tachihara on the other line seemed thoroughly amused by the response you threw his way. He was well aware that he was getting under your skin, and, on top of that, he was pretty pissed off that a newbie would dare to speak to him like that. "Hey, just a little reminder of what you got yourself into. Just know that you got more paperwork comin' your way. Got that?"

Seriously? More paperwork? Considering the stacks already piling up in the meeting hall, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of chaos.

"To think the government invests so much in your surgeries."

You rolled your eyes, your fingers idly fiddling with the phone line wires. It struck you as odd that he was the only one you seemed to be talking to, and his insults were fucking creative. It got to the point where you had to start jotting down comebacks on extra sheets of paper.. Now you found yourself spending a considerable amount of time engaged in an insult battle with Tachihara, all through the medium of a phone call. It had escalated to the point where you had to pull a chair near the phone line just to continue hurling the same insults. .. It had become a regular routine between the two of you – every phone call now seemed to be a platform for exchanging a barrage of insults. Colleagues passing by the meeting hall would often catch the most foul and heinous insults streaming from your mouth. Tachihara had managed to unlock a wild side in you. Normally quiet and obedient, you'd typically stick to finishing your paperwork and barely exchange words with your other colleagues. The next day, the routine repeated itself – the same back-and-forth of curses. It got to the point where even Jouno himself had to tell you both to shut the fuck up from the other side of the building. You chuckled at Tachihara's weak comebacks, but he'd find reasons to laugh at yours too.

Oddly, the insults ceased. During work, you always anticipate a call from Tachihara. Somehow, you had come out of your shell a bit. The conversations shifted from relentless insults to discussions about work and other mundane topics.

It made you wonder, are you seriously finding enjoyment in connecting with someone so distant through a simple phone call? You'd be damned. it seemed like even the other end of the line was taking an interest in you.

. .. ... .... ..... .... ... .. . It wasn't a regular day, it was an occasional one since all the hunting dogs were present in the meeting hall. Even the 5th himself was there. Although you hadn't planned on greeting him due to the impending workload, you found yourself somewhat pulled into the meeting hall to present reports.

You had expected Tachihara to look a little different in your mind's eye, but, lord, he was a clean guy. The scent, the full attire of an expected hunting dog, two piercing studs, a sharp amber gaze, and short ginger hair—all added up to his polished appearance. Yet, you barely exchanged words even after the meeting. He got pulled over by your colleagues to discuss his reports on the mafia infiltration. Oddly enough, he didn't even know what you looked like through the phone, but he assumed it was you. After all, you were the well-spoken newbie who had joined the hunting dogs staff team.

His assumption wasn't entirely baseless. You had been staring at him from a far distance, and he, being a keen spy, noticed it.

it took a while for the swarm of people to disperse. There you were, smiling a little more lively than usual. This was the fucker you had been pissed at for dumping stacks of paperwork on your behalf. Yet, it was surprising how a simple phone call had led to this moment.

Talking to him face to face felt a bit strange, considering the shitty threats you've exchanged through call. It took another long hour to finally approach him, especially since Sir Fukuchi had called him over to the office. At times, you were close to giving up on the idea altogether.

Summoning the courage, you finally approached him. The first thing you did was hit him hard on the back. In your defense, it was to fix his posture.

Tachi froze, then turned his head with a livid expression.

"OW—THE FUCK IS WITH YOU?!" his reaction was certainly amusing to you.

"C'mon? I was just fixing your shitty posture." You offered a smug grin. Tachihara was visibly pissed, your choice for a first-time interaction had certainly caught him off guard. However, you couldn't help but laugh. In retaliation, he hit your back with the same force.

You jolted a little, acknowledging that he got you back, at least.

"You also got a shit posture too," he remarked in a sassy tone.

For the past few months, the only member of the workplace you talked to was Tachihara. Some of your colleagues were surprised by how close you two had become within months of calls. It was safe to say he had become quite entertaining. Surprisingly, you discovered that you both shared a lot of interests. He initially thought you were more of a bookworm, given your polished and well-maintained work attire, but it turned out you weren't the type to shy away from spending your free time on game consoles.

He was young, just like you. The two of you related to most things and found yourselves laughing about the dumbest shit. But sometimes, as you looked at him, you saw more than just a companion; you saw a man you were falling for. There were moments when a thick lump formed in your throat, and your heart gave an unexpected thump. Maybe, just maybe, you were perceiving him a bit differently. Some of the jokes you made evolved into heartfelt expressions. Even the smallest displays of affection had the power to set your heart ablaze. Seriously, you found yourself looking forward to calling him, especially during his missions. Although, more often than not, you anticipated him reaching out instead. Sure, you got on his nerves, but you were one of his favourite fuckers to banter with. It was a welcome break, talking to you and taking a step back from the rest of the idiots in the mix. ..Sure, he saw you as someone close, and maybe there were times when you two felt a bit more connected when alone. His hand running through your hair and the occasional secret hand-holding behind everyone's sight made those moments special. You weren't certain about being official until one call left you squealing and squirming in your pillow. . .. ... .... ..... .... ... .. . It was the two of you, messing around like usual, goofing off in the meeting hall. It was early in the morning, and you both had to keep it quiet, or Jouno would undoubtedly be on the verge of telling you guys to shut the fuck up once again. God, Tachihara looked flawless in your eyes. He was sprawled across the stacks of paper scattered on the floor, and there you were, on top of him, admiring the 5th hunting dog. Your right hand gently traced his facial features before running through his short spikes. They looked hard, but to your surprise, they were quite soft. He felt mutual about you, and just as you were lost in admiration, he interrupted your thoughts with a taste of his lips. It was a long and agonisingly good kiss, where you could even savour the distinct flavour of him.

You too savored the taste of him, pulling away with a string of saliva connecting both your lips. He looked dazed, clearly affected by the taste of you.

Just as he was about to lean in for another kiss, you sat up and placed your hand on his lips to stop him. It was the meeting hall, and as much as you wanted to savour his tongue, the two of you would make a little too much noise.

"Gettin' eager, are we?" You teased.

His cheeks still blazed with red, and he looked away from your gaze, pulling your hand down from his lips.

"Well, this fuckin' sucks." He muttered. "Well, it sucks even more 'cause we got a mess to clean up," you remarked, indicating at all the paperwork scattered around the floor. You gave him a small peck on the cheek, reassuring him.

"Another time, I'll let ya pound my ass," you declared, standing up to prepare to clean up the mess the two of you had made.

"Ya might as well be the first one to pop my cherry."

Well, that clearly set Mr Telephone Man on fire—a hot, red mess.

[fakesimp]

I'd like to request about what will shu do when his s/o gets jealous? Maybe just a little spicy but nothing too much? Thank you so much chia, happy 300 followers!!!

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"What is it that I'm even jealous of?" , With Shu Yamino

Warning !

Slight nsfw ! ; Teasy ! Shu x Jealous ! Reader ; Shu teasing you for getting jealous.

When it's very obvious that he only loves you and you only.

A/n : Haiwo 🍰 anon, Thank you for requesting! I hope you like this tho..

Seems like you really love Shu huh (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

not that I'm complaining- You can literally see how many Shu Yamino writings I did (⁠￣▽￣⁠;⁠)

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You love him, yes, and you know he loves you too. Your beloved Sorcerer, Shu Yamino. But there are times when he just seems to be out of your reach.

Right now he's there, literally right there, in front of his computer streaming a game you just need to poke him and his attention would be on you! But of course as a good s/o you are, you didn't want to disturb him. So you just sit down there looking at him playing, for like. Almost 4 hours by now.

He was streaming valorant, his favorite game. You are on his bed playing with your phone, scrolling through YouTube to see is there anything interesting to watch. And Shu's stream got recommended, wouldn't it be weird if you watch his stream when you're literally behind him?

. . .

You watched his stream in the end.

You clicked on the stream and it seems like he's almost win on the current round, you look over at the chat that's moving so fast, some of them saying where the enemies are, some of them saying becareful, etc.

How cute.

And then you heard 'Last player standing' oh. Shu's the only one left, you look over at Shu, he was a bit tense. And the next second he got killed, he laughed at what happened, "Aww, haha nice tryy!" He said as he stretches his arms. "Let's see.. oh I've been, streaming for quite sometime, oops." He said as he switching the screen to him and chat only.

After some chitter chattering with the chat for around 10-15 minutes, Shu finally decided to bid his goodbye to yaminions. "Bye guyysss" he said and putting up the ending screen,

Or what is it that you're getting jealous of when it comes to this sorcerer? When he literally loved you and give you so much affection?

Did you really get jealous over a game?

Now you starting to question yourself.

What is it that you're jealous of when it comes to Shu Yamino?

You frowned and didn't even realize Shu was calling you until he was in front of you, waving his hand in front of your face.

You blinked once, twice, thrice.

"Hi" he chuckled softly, "what were you thinking of, I called you multiple times but you didn't respond." He said, you went quiet for a moment confused on what to say.

"Nothing." You replied, Shu tilt his head to the side, "Did I do something? Is it about me?" "No, yes, no-, I don't know."

Shu chuckled once again and stared at you with that signature V-shaped smile of his, "You know I love you right?" He asked in a teasing voice. "I-" "Then you don't have to be Jealous of anything you know" He said and smirked proudly.

Oh how red you went when he knows what's going on, even without you saying anything to him. He laughed at your reaction and engulfed you into his arms, "I love you, and you only, what are you even jealous of?" He asked as he drawing shapes on your back. And softly trailing kisses on your neck to your shoulder, your body shivers as he did so.

"I'm yours only," he whispered and kissed your neck, "and you're mine." He continued and then softly nibbling on your earlobe.

You whined softly at his actions, "Shu.." you whispered his name, "So, you want to tell me what you're jealous of, Hm?" He asked as he moved away a little bit.

"Don't know, I don't wanna know." You replied, and just bury your face at the crook of his neck, you felt his body shake a little as he laughed at your reply. "You're so cute when you're jealous." "No, I'm not."

"Cutie."

"Stop itttt.."

©fakesimp

A/N : NO I ACCIDENTALLY POST IT WHEN I'M HALF WAY DONE LMAOOOO STOP (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠)

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Ahem, anywho I hope you like it ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

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[yoongifis]

💌 dream girl (4) | myg

; pairing: idol!yoongi x femaledancer!reader

; genre: smut, fluff, f2l (?), enemies to lovers (?), slow burn, humor, crack

; warnings: pov switching, usage of mature words, blowjobs, handjobs, jealousy, *italics (in the beginning) means character is dreaming!*

; rating: mature audience!!

a/n: hi hi guyysss! a new update is here and we got some jealous yoongi this time!! enjoy!! :D<3

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God this trip to get breakfast was long.

He felt like he'd been in this car for hours…where the hell did we decide to eat at?! It’s hot, he’s sweaty and tired—when the fuck were you guys going to get there?

“Pit stop, everyone! Whoever needs to go use the restroom, go ahead! I’ll be putting in some gas,” the manager yells out as the car slows down and parks at a gas station. He hops out of the car, getting ready to pump some gas.

“Finally! I have really got to go guys!” Jimin yells out, gently shoving Taehyung out of his way to get out of the car first. Taehyung and Hoseok follow Jimin, leaving y/n and Yoongi alone in the car.

It’s painfully silent. The type of silence that you immediately want to break. Maybe it’s all because of what happened yesterday—so could it be him that’s making the air around you guys so awkward? Yoongi clears his throat before he’s about to speak up.

“You didn’t need to go?” He mumbles, looking out the window to avoid looking at you.

“Nope,” you say, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

He nods his head, still choosing not to look over at her.

…There it goes again.

Absolute, awkward silence.

“How come you're not facing me when you talk to me, Yoongi? Are you ignoring me?”

He could feel you placing your hand on his thigh, thumb rubbing small circles on it. He immediately turns to look, attention going to where your hand was, then to your face. Yoongi shakes his head at you.

“No,” is all he says, turning his head back to face the window, the same view as before.

You pout, upset at how Yoongi was being towards you.

“Did I do something to make you mad? I’m really sorry if I did—I can make it up to you.”

He could feel your hand getting a little too high on his thigh. It was then he felt your small hands palming his crotch, causing him to whip his head back at you.

“Y/n, wait— they’re going to be back soon.”

You whine in a teasing tone, “but being caught never stopped you before.”

Before?! He can’t even remember a time where he did something like this in public!

You ignore his protests, quick to unbuckle his jeans and take his somewhat long, girthy cock out of his pants. It springs up against his stomach, already hard, causing a little giggle to come out of you.

“Y/n, really— you didn’t make me mad or anything. And there’s no need for you to prove that you’re actually sorry.”

You leaned over to him, taking your hand to wrap around the base of his cock. You hum to yourself, noticing your fingers not being able to touch each other when they’re wrapped around his cock.

“I would stop,” you put your face closer to his cock, blowing cold air onto his tip teasingly, just to pull away and face him again, “but your body is telling me otherwise, Yoongi. Why don’t we play around a little?”

His heart is beating like crazy, you could probably hear it with how close you are. Yoongi has never seen you be this dominant before—even in his dreams you never acted this way towards him…And not going to lie it kind of turned him on.

You’re already sliding your hand up and down. Placing your whole hand on the tip and spreading the little precum, that’s leaking out from his it, down his shaft, watching your hand become messy with his slick.

He grabs a hold of your wrist, stopping your movements.

“Y/n, please. The rest is going to be coming back anytime soon.”

You move your attention back at him. He looks at you with pleading eyes, eyebrows furrowed in lust, and teeth clenched to stop himself from groaning. Yoongi only wants this to end just because of others possibly running into you guys doing this, but why does the fact that this situation sort of excites him? Being caught and all while doing such dirty things?

Never in his life did he think that he was into this type of stuff, but, to be honest, maybe it’s just the effect that you have on him.

You slowly smile at him. It was one of those smiles that looked like you were up to something—which you definitely were. You allow him to hold you back from moving your hand any more. You decide to lower your head closer to his crotch, attaching your mouth to the mushroom-like tip of his cock. You’re sucking on it like a lollipop, swirling your tongue around it as you did so. Yoongi grunts in pleasure, but also feeling torn apart on whether or not he should try to pull you off of him or let you keep going.

You remove the hand that was wrapped around his cock, his hand following yours, placing it on his thigh. You sink your head slowly down his cock, taking it inch by inch.

He swears underneath his breath, realizing that he's already losing this battle against you. He throws his head back, but immediately brings it back up so that he can watch you with eager eyes. God, does he enjoy watching you.

You push yourself further to fully take in his cock whole, having it nearly touch the back of your tight throat, which causes you to gag. You pull back and stuff your mouth again with his cock, swallowing and humming at points to intensify the sensations. The loud noises you make when your mouth is filled with him are embarrassing, but god he loved the sound of all of it. A string of your saliva that’s connecting from your open mouth to his pink tip appears when you pull away to look back at him.

Fuck, he could feel himself hardening more just by that sight. You wrap your fingers around his wet cock again, easily sliding your hand up and down at a good enough pace.

“Don’t I deserve your cum, Yoongi?” You’re looking at him innocently, bottom lip slightly sticking out as you pout.

He’s gritting his teeth, hips starting to jerk upwards as you start to slow your movements. You giggle at him when you notice him doing it.

“Ah, Yoongi~,” you say in a sweet voice, “I guess I’ll work a little harder.”

You’re already lowering your head down to his crotch again, stopping your hand movements. You take this time to lick along the bulging vein underneath his cock, and then bring your tongue to press it against the slit of his cock. A free hand makes its way down to play with his balls, giving the attention that it also deserves. Yoongi immediately hisses, mumbling a couple swear words under his breath again.

“Y/n,” he groans, face turning slightly red from the heat he’s feeling. He’s had enough of it. He wanted to skip breakfast, take you back to his own apartment. He wanted you all to himself right now. You could be his breakfast instead.

You sat back up straight again, the side of your body against the car seat while you face Yoongi. He keeps his eyes on you, despite you still sliding your hand up and down his cock. You lean over to him and give him a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Want your lips on mine,” he mumbles.

You laugh, patting him on the cheek with your free hand.

“I’ll give you one if you wake up, Yoongi.”

Wake up? What?

“Yoongi, you have to wake up.”

‘You’ve got to be kidding me’ is all he thinks.

His dick has already gone limp after knowing this whole fucking thing was a dream. Soon, he found himself regaining consciousness of reality.

“Yoongi,” you’re gently hitting his cheek, “we’re here already let’s go.”

He lifts his head from the window, rubbing the skin of his forehead that was against the glass, then proceeds to rub his eyes. He stretches his arms, inhaling deeply, only to capture the scent of you—the stupid strawberries.

Ah, yes, you. The one he was just dreaming about. He should’ve known that he was dreaming because not once did he ever catch your scent. That scent that he can never seem to get enough of.

He glances over at you with sleepy eyes. You’re watching him carefully, both of your eyes locked.

“You okay, Yoongi?”

“Mm,” he nods his head at you, keeping eye contact, eyes slightly squinting.

He didn’t know what to feel at this moment. Should he be freaking out that he just had another dirty dream about you and is waking up to you? Should he be mad that he was woken up from that dream? Should he be annoyed to see your face, the one person he seems to not really like, when he first woke up? Or should he be happy that he was finally awakened from those dreams that he’s sorta (not really) hoping to go away…?

“Where’s the rest of the boys?” He blurts out, eyes moving away from yours to scan the inside of the car. It felt just like the dream to him.

It was only you and him in the car.

…In the back of the car.

…In close proximity to each other.

…and once again by yourselves….

Before you could answer he interrupts you quickly, “Am I still dreaming?”

You give him a puzzled look, whatever he just said not clicking in your mind.

“No? I think you’re not?” You bring your hand up to his forehead, trying to see if he’s caught something.

“Yoongi are you alright? Did you get enough sleep?”

The touch of your hand causes him to instantly react, face turning a shade of pink as he turns warm. He grips onto your wrist, pulling your hand down and away from him. He brings his head low, not wanting you to see the effect you have on him.

“I’m fine,” he mumbles, “let’s get going already.”

You lift your hands up in defeat, confused at his quick change of mood, scooting over so that you guys could get out of the car.

-

Breakfast was okay.

You and Yoongi didn’t talk much to each other, which is kind of expected. The table was loud, though, and that was all because of the three other boys that came along. It especially got loud when the waiter was slightly flirting with you—in a friendly way. The three boys yelling out “oooh’s” and “ahh’s” whenever the waiter leaves their table after doing such things. You didn’t think much of it, as it really didn’t bother you. He was being a little flirtatious for fun, which was really harmless.

Yoongi, on the other hand, seemed tired of it. Annoyed by how loud you guys would all get. Annoyed at the way the waiter took up so much of your guys’ time. Annoyed by him flirting with you…It was all just annoying. No one really paid attention to him, though, as you guys all knew that’s just the way Yoongi generally is.

The both of you weren’t necessarily expecting for you guys to be immediately buddy-buddy after this get together. Honestly, Yoongi couldn’t really see what Seokjin was picturing when he gave him this idea. It just was another day where he’s being dragged around to places. And it seems like the next destination would be the movie theaters.

“Do I really have to go?” Yoongi’s slowing his pace as you five walk towards the entrance.

“Hyung, didn’t you want to watch this movie?!” Taehyung laughs.

Yoongi grumbles under his breath, “not with you guys!”

“Ah, hyung, no need to hide the fact that you like romance movies. They melt your icy heart away, don’t they?” Jimin jokes, receiving a little slap to his arm by a laughing Hoseok.

You’re giggling to yourself, taking a glance over at Yoongi, hands in his pockets trying to kick around little pebbles. As if he could sense you, he looks up, your eyes meeting each other for a split second before he brings his head low again. Yoongi thought that it was stupid that you were able to make his stomach feel a way just by looking at him.

“You guys can buy the snacks, I’ll get the tickets,” you say as you turn your head away from Yoongi.

They all agree, leaving you to line up at the ticket booth and them to walk over to the other side of the theater. Yoongi, however, decided to read the posters of the movies being shown which were near the ticket booth as well.

“Well hello hello~,” the younger man behind the glass lowly chuckles, “now what can I do for this pretty girl today?”

You scoff at his words with a forced smile. Now, this sort of flirting felt definitely different from the guy from earlier.

“Could I get 5 tickets to this movie?” You ask, pointing at the poster of the film, which was conveniently right next to the ticket booth.

“Only if I can take you out afterwards,” he prompts up his elbows onto the table in front of him, head resting on his fists as he looks at you.

You laugh uncomfortably, “Sorry, but uh—I’m really not interested.”

“Why not? C’mon, I can show you a good time.”

You’re fiddling with your fingers, unsure what to do until you feel someone behind you. An arm slithering behind your back, hand gently gripping the curve of your waist.

“Everything okay here?”

Your eyes slightly widen in shock. It was Yoongi, voice low and a bit gravelly. It was very unexpected of him to be holding you so close to his side.

“Ah, so is this why you aren’t interested? Because of this guy?”

You were about to speak up but Yoongi was surprisingly quick to cut you off.

“C’mon man, she said she’s not interested. Just give us the tickets and we’ll be on our way.”

The man scoffs, printing out the tickets and slowly sliding them underneath the open area of the glass.

“Maybe next time, doll,” he smirks at you, “second door on your left.”

Before you can reach it, Yoongi is already swiftly grabbing the tickets out of the man’s hand, his hold on you already released.

“Not a chance,” Yoongi says, grabbing your hand to walk away.

“Doll, let me know when you get sick of him,” the man raises his voice through the little speaker of his.

Yoongi shakes his head.

“Won’t happen,” he says loud enough for the other guy to hear, dragging you over to the other side where the other boys were waiting.

This whole situation completely caught you off guard. I mean, you’re literally holding hands right now?! And why the hell is he so mad?

It was quiet as you guys walked away, and a little awkward as well.

“Yoongi…thank you for the save but you don’t have to keep holding my hand, you know?” You break the silence as you guys were walking, you being the one walking behind him.

He looks back at you but quickly brings his attention to his front.

“We gotta keep it up to make it look real.”

“Ah,” is all you say, nodding your head.

Who would have thought you’d actually be holding hands with Yoongi—in a non-romantic way, of course. How in the world would he ever like you in that sort of way anyways?

“We should hold hands more often, it makes us quiet,” you jokingly say, knowing that saying this would annoy him.

He stops in his tracks, looking at you like you’re crazy. You stop walking as well and smile innocently at him. You turn your head away and continue walking, making him walk behind you this time with your hand still in his.

“Very funny, y/n, but I have no plans of ever doing this again with you. I was just trying to help—hey,” Yoongi stops talking after running into you, who just suddenly stopped.

Just to make things a little worse, Jimin was standing right in front of you guys. Mouth open, eyes wide in shock. He’s clutching onto his popcorn that’s in his arms.

“Wha—what the fuck,” he points over to your guys hands, “hands?!”

You both look down at your hands and immediately let go. Yoongi scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. His head hangs low, avoiding either of their gazes and he can feel his face getting hotter.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it,” Yoongi mumbles, “I’ll meet you guys in there.”

It’s, once again, quiet as Yoongi walks away. You and Jimin are standing there, not knowing what to say.

“Jimin, it’s really not what you think.”

“You didn’t even bother to tell me you guys were dating?!” Jimin exclaims in a semi-joking tone. Of course this is the first thing he would say. The boy has been all over you and Yoongi for some reason.

“What? No—we’re not dating! The guy at the ticket booth was being really pushy so Yoongi came by to get him to stop.”

“So he stopped him by pretending to be your boyfriend?”

“Pretty much.”

Jimin is looking at you as if you’re talking nonsense, trying to comprehend what the hell was going on.

“I have never seen Yoongi act like that publicly before. You sure you didn’t initiate this whole thing?”

Jimin was absolutely right. Yoongi is definitely not the type of guy to do these things out in public. So, why now?

“Jimin, you really think I would want to drag him into that situation in the first place?”

“I dunno,” Jimin hums, “you guys looked cute together, though.”

You roll your eyes at him with a smile on your face, grabbing his arm so that you guys can get going.

“Shut up,” you mumble.

-

God he felt so embarrassed.

Whatever he did before your guys’ day got cut short, due to you having a class to teach later in the day, was so fucking embarrassing.

He doesn’t understand himself anymore and it’s annoying him.

What in his damn mind caused him to suddenly react like that in front of you and some stranger?!

He brings his hands up to his face, basically face palming himself. He lays back in his swivel chair, groaning out in embarrassment. He couldn’t even work on his mixtape, the thoughts from before fill his mind.

Since when has he become some idiot who does stupid things for a girl? He hasn’t even done anything like that for his band mates or close friends of his. It even came to the point where he can only think of her when he smells or tastes anything strawberry. He’s even got a damn stash of the little strawberry-flavoured candies that you’d usually give him hidden in his drawer.

‘Fuck!’ He mumbles, removing his hands from his face and throwing his arms on his sides.

Maybe he’s confusing his feelings?

‘Yeah, that could be right,’ he internally says.

It could be that he only likes the thought of you being with him in real life since he’s already dreamt of her so much. Like he’s said before, he doesn’t even know you too well, so how could he even develop feelings? They can’t just magically appear, can’t they?

Yoongi sighs, scooting himself closer to his desk so that he can go back to checking up on his songs that he’ll be putting out for his first mixtape. Perhaps ignoring you and putting his energy into something else for now is the best option. He was good at that before, so why can’t he succeed in doing that now? He has a mixtape that he’ll be releasing soon, which means he shouldn’t be thinking of you at all. Right now it is all about work.

He scoffs, thinking about how dramatic him and his thoughts were just a second ago. No one is and has ever distracted him from doing his work. And Yoongi is going to make sure that not even you could ever do that.

Just when his mind was starting to clear up, he hears a knock on his door. His eyes immediately looked for the time on his screen—it was already a little past 9 pm. Yoongi shrugs, combing his slightly overgrown hair back with his fingers, hoping that he’s just hearing things. He relaxes in his chair again, just only hear a female voice saying his name. And it’s a familiar voice that he’s heard plenty of times.

It can’t be…but why?

Yoongi jumps out of his seat, rushing over to his door to open it.

And there you are, right in front of his eyes. A view that he wouldn’t mind seeing everyday…despite him just saying that he wanted to distance himself from you and avoid any distractions. But why can’t he find it in himself to shut the door in your face? Yoongi stares at you, and you do the same but with a confused look and a slightly lifted eyebrow.

“Jimin said you haven’t eaten since we hung out earlier, so he wanted me to drop by some food for you to eat since I’d be passing by from my studio.”

You extend your arm, holding out the take out food in the plastic bag, waiting for him to take it away from you. He doesn’t budge, still staring at you in complete silence.

“You should eat, you know? It’s not good to skip meals, Yoongi.”

You watch him bring his hand up to his other arm, pinching the skin on his forearm.

Not a dream.

You take your free hand and grab his wrist, pulling his hand away to stop his actions.

“Yoongi, stop that—what the heck,” you push yourself into his studio, pulling him along with you.

He shakes his head, bringing himself back from zoning out. He then clears his throat, before speaking up.

“Of course, y/n, you can definitely come right in,” he sarcastically says.

You bring him to his swivel chair, turning around to face him and roll your eyes at him with a little laugh. You take the hand that’s holding him and bring it to his chest, slightly pushing him so that he could take a seat in the chair behind him. You move some of the papers that were scattered on Yoongi’s desk, ignoring his protests. Taking out the small boxes of food in the plastic bag, you set them out on the table for him.

“There,” you moved out of his way and onto the side so that he could scoot in his chair, “go on and eat.”

Instead of digging in right away he watches you make your way to the couch, throwing yourself on there. Yoongi’s zoning out again, and he doesn't know why. I guess he just really can’t help it. The look of you relaxing on the couch while he’s sitting over here where he’s supposed to be working makes him kind of happy inside. Maybe having someone around him while he works wouldn’t be too bad?

You turn your head in his way to check up on him, your eyes meeting his. You tilt your head, confused.

“You okay, Yoongi? You’re not eating!”

It takes him a few seconds before nodding his head, slowly bringing himself back.

“C’mere and eat with me,” he mumbles, “there’s enough food for the two of us and I know you’re probably hungry and tired from your class.”

He’s scratching the back of his neck again, just like how he did earlier. A smile slowly appears on your face, realizing how embarrassed Yoongi is to be asking you this out of nowhere. You shift around the couch, getting back up to walk to Yoongi.

“Wow, what a surprise. The first time you’ve ever been this nice to me,” you say teasingly. You watch him stutter a bit, trying to figure out a better, snappy reply but immediately closing his mouth after his mind goes blank. You laugh at him, who’s sinking in his chair due to embarrassment and defeat.

It was really cute to witness.

-

Not even an hour ago you were just arguing with Yoongi on whether or not you’re falling asleep on his couch after you guys shared some food. He was right, though, you were falling asleep on him while he was going through his mixtape that he told you about.

You kept denying that you were sleepy, eyes closed and words jumbled together. Yoongi would keep repeating his words of “y/n, you’re falling asleep”, which would get you all mad, bottom lip sticking out and all—god he thought it was cute. He enjoyed every second of the bickering.

Now he’s stuck here with you sleeping on his couch, unsure on whether he should be waking you up so that you can rest at your own home or letting you get some rest and staying with you till you wake up. Yoongi turns in his swivel chair to look at you, curled up on your side and facing him. He hums to himself, admiring how pretty you look when you’re sleeping.

He gets up, walking over so that he can crouch right next to you. Yoongi brings his hand up to your face and gently plays with a strand of your hair that’s covering your face, twirling it around his index finger. He pushes that strand of hair behind your ear to keep it from covering your face. He takes his time to study your features—counting the little moles on your face or whether that little slight blush on your face was makeup or not (which didn’t seem to be, since you didn’t appear to be wearing make up). He could even smell your strawberry shampoo or lotion or whatever that you use. It smells good—a scent he wouldn’t mind lingering around him.

God, he felt kinda stupid and weird for doing this and thinking this way about you. I mean, he’s always kind of, sort of hated you for some reason…or no good reason. And now he’s here, heart fluttering and all, with possible feelings for you? You, he assumes, would probably not have any sort of interest in him. With the way he kept treating you in the beginning? He was sure that you would probably laugh in his face if he told you that he had developed some sort of interest in her.

You mumble incoherent words in your sleep, then letting out a big sigh afterwards.

Maybe his thoughts were too loud because you’re slowly starting to wake up. He watches as you scrunch your face, bringing the back of your hand up to rub one of your eyes. You bring that hand back to your chest, where it originally was. There, he could see you trying to open an eye, squinting at him.

“Yoongi?” You sleepily mumble, eyes trying to stay open.

He clears his throat, embarrassed that he forgot to move away.

“Another dream, huh?” You cut him off before he could speak.

You bring up your hands to cover your face from him, which he gets a little upset from.

“Ah, you’re too close again, Yoongi~,” you whined, curling up again.

He’s taken aback by your words, completely shocked about what you said.

Have you been having dreams about him too?

-

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[fanta2y]

MANGA SPOILERSSSS FOR JJK

not me finally learning how to use the cut on tumblr ANYWAYS

GUYYSSS OMGMGG

Ik im late for this butttt ive been extremely busy (if you can’t tell by my ghost town of a page)

CHOSO LIVESSS MY BABY BOYY OMGMGMG

the moment with him and yuji where he’s like “take a deep breath” IS SO AONDAAHSOWJDISUWB their dynamic is sooo cute and i’m glad we are going to be able to see more of it during this fight !!

YUJI SAYING HES NOT GIVING UP ON MEGUMI

yall itafushi is going to save the verse IDCCCC

but i am a little worried because it looks like either one uraume (i forget how to spell their name) is glazing THE FUCKKK outta sukuna or he truly really is about to lock INNN FR FR which makes me nervous cause as of rn yuuta (not dead thank you ui ui my king) is out of the fight, which leaves yuji, choso and maki im pretty sure that’s it ?

WHICH DONT GET ME WRONG maki was absolutely COOKING SUKUNA like she was going crazy and i feel like she could really give him a run for his money especially if yuji goes on some crazy shit like he did in the past !! (much like his fight with mahito!)

orrr IF OUR GLORIOUS BLUE EYED KING COMES BACK (my hopes aren’t high but it would be kinda hype ngl)

but really idk how this fight is going to go moving forward, yuji and yuuta had a REALLY good rhythm with yuutas domain but now that it’s gone it’s like … maki can fight but i don’t think we’ve seen yuji and maki fight together together yet so it’ll be interesting to their team up ESPECIALLY with choso now on the field

i am nervous that sukuna is about to get some crazy type of boost or whatever or if he’s able to pop his domain which honestly idk how they would get out i know like it doesn’t affect maki cause of her heavenly restriction but yuji and choso ?? they might be cooked ngl

but we shall see in the next chapter !!

[ghostbonezzz]

Guyysss look at I made ::3c

Flash warning ⚠️

[liza-webber]

ICARUS

Chapter Thirteen - The Way I Loved You - part one

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A/N: hey guyysss I'm back with a huge chapter, hope you enjoy it!

TW: abusive relationships, violence

Chapter Index

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As I walked through the base I felt my heart beating faster, I didn’t know if Maverick’s idea had worked, but I needed to find him. I turned left, about to enter the cafeteria, and what I saw made me hold my breath and stop walking, abruptly.

Laying against the white walls, in front of the gray doors that led to the cafeteria, was a man. His dark hair was longer than the last time I saw him, his medals shined in his uniform and his blue eyes got a darker tone when they found me.

“You’re… alive”, he said looking down at me, his eyelashes seemed bigger somehow.

“What are you-”.

“Doing here?” he snorted, “Got transferred from Florida. What about you, Hawks?” he pointed to the scars on my right arm, “Those are new. I always warned you about that devilish cat of yours”.

I stayed in silence just facing him, I could feel my eyes watering, and the rage accumulating inside my heart.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t give me those eyes, babe”, he opened a grin with his perfect white teeth.

“Leave her alone, Jaws”, a deep voice came behind me, a voice that I wasn’t quite expecting.

“Seresin, now that’s a… surprise” Jaws said ignoring me completely changing his attention to Hangman who was behind me. “What are you doing here, pal? Already coming to save little Hawks, again?”.

I tried to leave, but Jaws put his arm above my shoulders bringing me closer, squeezing me against him. I could smell the cigarettes on his shirt. My whole body got tense and alert, my eyes found Hangman’s green worried gaze. He was frowning, clearly annoyed by Jaws, I didn’t say a word, my brain was processing what was happening.

“Stop being an ass, Jaws. Let’s go, Captain”.

“Oh my god, Captain?”, 

Jaws let go of me, almost throwing me against Hangman, like I was some kind of infection that he was afraid of. My head collided against Jake’s chest, and I heard him chuckling. 

As I turned to face Jason, well, Jaws, I can’t remember the last time I called him by his name. I felt Hangman’s hand on my lower back, trying to guide us to the cafeteria. But my shitty ex stayed in front of us, blocking the passage. His expression was a mix of confusion and despise, he snorted putting his hands on his hips.

“I just find out that you’re alive, and you are captain now? What the fuck?!”.

“Oh fuck off, Jason, I don’t have time for your bullshit right now”.

Jaws presence was suffocating to me, it was hard for me to stand in the same room as him. He opened a sarcastic grin and clenched his fists closer to his sides, I felt Hangman’s hand on my back got heavier, I looked at him from the corner of my eyes, his jaw was stiff and he inhaled sharp breaths.

Hangman wasn’t a talking guy. Unlike Rooster it was difficult to know what he was really thinking, and what were his true intentions, he only talked when it was convenient for him. It was very difficult to read him.

He wore a mask almost all the time.

“C’mon, Hawks”.

Jake bumped against Jaws’s shoulder, and we left him alone in the corridor. We sat at the first table we found in the cafeteria, Hangman was still by my side, his hand still on my lower back, almost holding me by the hip, I looked down at it and then again at his eyes.

“Jake?”.

He realized it.

“Oh, right…”, he crossed his arms still looking at me with an annoying expression, is he mad at me?

“What’s wrong dude? Stop looking at me like that”.

“What’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with you!”.

“What?!”.

“You should have punched that fucker for what he did to you!”.

I took a sharp breath, my mouth parted open. Looking into Jake’s eyes I can’t describe what I am feeling. Closing my eyes I shook my head, I can feel my heart beating hard against my chest. 

He knows.

“Jake, you said you met my friends. What else are you hiding from me?”.

He avoided my gaze, looked to the side, and let out a small sigh.

“Hangman”.

“I don’t wanna talk about this. Okay?”.

“That’s far from okay”.

Hangman stayed in silence, staring at his hands on the table. I was confused, I didn’t know what to do. Jake was indeed a weird man, pretending to be this cocky human being, that could only exist in pages of a book. 

We are all shaped by memories. Good or bad, happy or sad, they are all important for who we are today. Every decision we make is a consequence of our past, and I can’t imagine what led Jake to create this character of himself that he plays every day of his life.

Sure, he is not pretending all the time, he for sure has a huge ego, I have no doubt that he grew up to be a winner and that had influenced his personality, but he isn’t just that.

“Hey”, I said, putting a hand on his right shoulder, “I’m not mad at you, I… I just want to know”.

“I know you’re not mad, but I am”.

“And I want to know why, because I have no fucking clue”.

“You really don’t remember me?”, he sounded frustrated, and I felt bad for it.

I shook my head, denying it.

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Four Years Ago

“Thomas, are you really leaving me alone at your party?”, Hangman said to his best friend staying at the front door while Thomas checked his phone with a worried expression.

“I’m sorry dude, Marceline called me, she said it’s an emergency with our dad”. Thomas shook his head making his black curls wave with the wind coming from outside, it was a cold night, a rare one.

“Shit, is he okay?”.

“I don’t know, I have to hurry. Though I need to ask you one last thing”.

Hangman frowned.

“It’s just, you know Jaws?”, Hangman nodded, “Okay, he is dating one of my best friends-”.

“Hawks?”, Jake rolled his eyes, Thomas always talked a lot about this incredible best friend of his, sometimes Jake felt like he lived in her shadow.

“I don’t trust Jaws… Since they started dating… she started to drink too much at parties, I don’t like him” Thomas whispered, “Actually I can’t stand him, sometimes I think about crashing our jet with him in it”.

“Hey, don’t you ever say that again”, Hangman said with a concerned tone.

“Oh, are you worried about me?”, Thomas smirked.

“I didn’t say that”.

“Anyway, just… keep an eye on her for me, please. Love you, man”.

Thomas closed the door on Hangman’s face, he blinked twice processing the pieces of information he just received. He turned around to look at his friend's house full of aviators dancing to the loud music, drinking, and trying to talk in the middle of the crowd.

Hangman agreed with Thomas, Jaws graduated with both of them in the academy, and he was an asshole. Well… Jake knew he was also an asshole sometimes, but Jaws? He was on another level, he really meant every mean word he said. Jake on the other hand only half mean it, which wasn’t much better, but still.

Jake walked through the people trying to find you, he looked on the first floor, in the living room, in the bathrooms, when he walked into the kitchen he spotted Jaws laying against the kitchen counter with a huge bottle of beer on his hand, but he seemed to have drunk way more than two bottles.

Hangman despised that, how could Jaws have a partner and not care about it? You were nowhere near him.

He got to the second floor, and again the bedrooms were empty, but something caught his gaze.

An open window that led to the roof was open, Jake approached it and put his head outside.

A girl was sitting on the roof looking at the dark sky, a small cup of beer next to her.

“Hawks?”, Hangman asked.

You looked at him with shock in your shining eyes and then closed them again with relief.

"Shit, you scared the hell out of me, man".

Your voice sounded lazy and tired, and Hangman noticed the recent tears on your cheeks.

“Are you okay, miss?’.

“Physically or emotionally?”, You snorted, “The answer is no for both, thank you very much".

Jake passed through the window and sat next to you, the roof was large and dark, and he wondered how long you've been here in the cold.

“Okay… hm… let me take this”, Hangman picked up your cup, putting it on his right side far away from you. “Maybe it's time to go home don't you think, lady?”.

You laughed softly staring at the sky.

“Maybe it’s time for you to go back inside”.

“Maybe, but Thomas would be very mad and we both don’t want that”.

“You know Thomas?”.

“Yup, and he told me to keep an eye on you”, he showed you the cup again, “How many of this you drank?”.

“Don”t remember”.

“Of course, you don”t”, Hangman rolled his eyes frustrated, he went to a party to have fun, not to be a babysitter.

“Do you think I'll die if I jump?”.

Jake held his breath, did he hear right?

He looked at you a bit scared, questioning his sanity. Why would you ask that? Could it be possible? No of course not.

“I asked you a question, pretty boy”.

Fuck.

He stared at you and noticed something worrying. Your bottom lip was cut, and there was a bruise above your right cheek, it looked very bad.

“Hawks, why are you up here?”.

You avoided his gaze staring at the huge tree that Thomas had in his garden, that he cared so much. Jake couldn’t tell how drunk you were, but he was sure you were far from sober.

“I like the stars”.

“Okay, and how did you get those?”, he pointed at your bottom lip, you touched with your fingers and noticed fresh blood on them.

You stayed in silence, staring at it.

Hangman had a feeling, a bad one and he prayed to be wrong.

He put your hair behind your ear, and you looked at him again.

“Let's fix that, shall we?”.

It was a strange thing to do, sit on Thomas’s bed and help a girl he barely know. He found Thomas’s first aid kit under his bed, where Jake also found empty bottles of coke and dirty socks.

You didn’t look at his eyes while he helped to clean the blood of your lips and applied some ointment on your bruise. He noticed how your eyebrows twitched every time you two made eye contact and he chuckled.

“Are you going to tell me who did this to you, or you gonna keep the mystery?”.

“I’m full of mysteries”.

“I’m not kidding, Hawks. Thomas will kill me if you don’t say it”.

“Why do you care? I don’t even know you”.

“Well if you were my friend I would be fucking pissed, and I’m sure Thomas will be if you don’t tell him, or me”.

Jake ended his work, putting the kit under Thomas’s bed, again.

“You’re Thomas’s friend?”, you asked clearly confused. “I didn’t know he had other friends”.

“Why? Are you jealous?”, Hangman teased with a smirk.

“No… I’m not that kind of friend”.

“You’re very drunk aren’t you?”.

“I’m not drunk, you’re drunk!”.

Hangman wondered how you could be a fun and a sad drunk at the same time.

He got up and hoped you would follow him, but instead when he opened the door, you just crossed your arms, anxious. You looked at the window again, and Hangman closed the door, he took some steps and kneeled in front of you.

“Hey. I know you’re scared, but I’ll be with you, okay?”.

“I was thinking about escaping through the window. Would that be a bad idea?”, he let out a soft laugh.

“Escaping from who?”.

“Jaws”, your voice sounded like a whisper, Hangman just heard it because he was very close to you. He frowned, feeling the anger running through his body.

“He did this to you?”.

You stayed in silence, and the lack of response started to kill him from inside. He couldn’t believe his thoughts.

“That fucking bastard”.

He stood up, and before he could open the door, you held him by his shirt, and he turned to you with fury inside his eyes.

“That asshole-”.

“No”, you cut him with a weak voice, Hangman opened his mouth ready to argue with you, but when your head collided against his chest and you started to cry, the only thing he could do was hug you, and caress your hair.

He guided you to the bed and you both sat again, you stopped crying but your breath was unstabilized. Hangman had no idea how he got in that situation, but god, he felt so bad for you, he felt powerless, there was nothing he could do for you unless…

The bedroom door opened with a strong push, just to reveal the man that Jake was ready to push from a bridge, Jason Cugller, callsign ‘Jaws’. He was wearing a letter jacket with a white t-shirt, he had a shiny earring in one of his ears and a cigarette in his left hand.

“Seresin”, he said with despise.

“If you take another step inside this room, I’m gonna punch you so hard you gonna wish for death”, Jake said trying to stay under control.

Jaws looked at you with annoyed eyes, pointing at you with his cigarette.

“What did you say to him?”.

Jake held you against his side tighter, his green eyes burning with anger, and you looked up, cheeks flustered.

“It will be fine”, he whispered with a soft voice.

When he looked at Jaws again, the man had his fist clenched, he was visibly drunk and too angry. A level of anger that shouldn’t be aloud when someone was in that state, with no self-control.

“Oh my god, look at you, should I call you what? Super Hangman?”.

“All I want is that you leave her alone”.

“She’s my girlfriend, you idiot”.

And then a sound that Jake wasn’t expecting, you started to laugh at his said, it was a soft and sweet laugh, but your words were the extreme opposite.

“Fuck you, Jason. I’m not your girlfriend, I’m not your ‘babe’, I’m not even your friend anymore, I just want you to stay out of my way”.

“You’re not-”.

“Oh shut uuuup” you cut him, and Hangman just watched as Jaws started to back in his tracks, “You talk too much, jeez! So annoying, you stupid narcissist”.

The man rolled his eyes inhaling deeply and then slammed the door.

You rested your head against Jake’s shoulder as he rubbed your lower back.

“Let’s get you home, miss”.

“You don’t know where I live”.

“Well, I hope you can help me with that subject”, he opens a soft smile.

“Your smile is too beautiful, you know that?”.

“Oh, I know”, he chuckled and helped you stand up.

Hangman tried to call Thomas and Marceline, but none of them were picking up. So he got inside of his old red mustang, sat you on the passenger seat, and put the seatbelt on you. It took some time but eventually, you started to answer his questions a bit sober, and he found your beach house, that he knew that Marceline and you shared.

He found the light switch, and both the living room and kitchen came to life.

“Marcy! I'm hoooome! Where's my goodnight kiss??”, you shouted while Hangman guided you through your house, he chuckled at your silly drunk personality.

“She's not here, lady. Thomas and Marceline are with their father”.

“What? Nooo, that's not fair, I want to see mister Salazar too!”.

“Well, now what you need is a warm bed and water”.

“Nah, no water, just warm bed”.

“Alright, alright”.

Hangman helped you, got to your room on the second floor, noticing an orange cat sleeping on top of your wardrobe.

You laid on your bed hugging a huge pillow you had, and Hangman smiled at the cute scene, though what he had experienced tonight was far from cute. He was scared for you. What if he leaves and Jaws tries to do something with you?

You closed your eyes on your bed, Hangman let a loud breath escape his nose and closed the door. He went downstairs and waited for Marceline outside of your house.

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I stayed in silence while Jake told me his story, he didn’t look in my eyes while telling what happened, he looked embarrassed and angry at the same time.

“I asked Thomas to not mention me, so he didn’t”, he shrugged, looking away.

“Hangman…”, I touched his shoulder, but he suddenly stood up.

“I’m sorry, Captain”.

He walked away, he ran away, he left me alone.

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