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@buttl0rd's SOUTH PARK OC CARROWAY <3
THE LITTLE BASTARD
#i love him#Hes so angwy#i love his whole design and he suits the show so well he honestly doesnt even seem like an oc!#also also#love your art so heckin much#my art#not my oc#south park art#south park fanart#south park oc
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#sorry i just saw this picture of Thai babyhe and had to#he is SOOO angwy...#i love him so much i want to squish him#lbh#luo binghe#svsss
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angwy
#gallerian marlon#gallerian#chibi#cute little baby#awwwwwwjgkfjfkd#hes so adorable i cant#AAAAA#heeheeheehe#angwy#pouty little prince#look at the boy#hes so babygirl#evillious chronicles#aku no taizai#gif#pixel’s silly posts#vocaloid#kaito
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#mat baynton#mathew baynton#bbc ghosts#ass <3 he so angwy <3#isthis even a goood pic to queue lmk guy s#(this is nat editing the tags to say yes. good choice 4 the queue. ARSEEEE)
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0_0 >:(
@creativeimagination206
#a perfect parabola#the arc is beautiful#y=-x^2+b#:(#why he so sad?#when your depression shows#hank angwy#he is NOT feeling razzle-dazzy#ruzie confuzzled#who's beanie is that#alvin o?#chicago pd#hank voight#sargent hank voight#sergeant hank voight#chicagopd#adam ruzek
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something something growth spurt something something
#mo dao zu shi#mdzs#jin ling#lan sizhui#zhuiling#my art#i believe in tall JL supremacy#but as for his teen years#he was under mean bean curse#where he doesn't grow physically#until he grows as a person#so he spent a chunk of years#being smol & angwy#but after everything they've been through?#half a year then BAM#now it's HIS turn to look down at everyone!#(respectfully attentively and/or fondly)
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*loki destroying things*
Steve: Uh can u say something
Thor: Aww my little brother wants to be just like me 😊
“Isn’t he so cute like this? Look at his widdle hair spikeys ’^-^”
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I'd just like to mention my headcanon that, at least in the Meta Knightmare AU, Garlude and Sirica Fuzzen are so fuzzy and naturally warm, that even in freezing environments they only need to bundle up in a thin jacket at most. Also just thinking up that among Garlude's family and species (like I'll ever be in the mood to dig deep into them weirdly enough), their fur is considered a symbol of pride and they've historically never cut it no matter how quickly or slowly it would grow. (I mean, their family name is literally "Fuzzen"!)
It's also funny imagining that whenever Sirica and Susie are in a freezing environment, Sirica, again, doesn't need anything more than, say, a thin fall sports jacket while Susie, despite literally spending her first seven years of life living on freaking Shiver Star, might be so naturally weak in the cold that she needs the thickest coat in the Halberd (even more than Mikey, a literal part-microphone that wouldn't work in the cold). Of course nowhere near as bundled up as Anais down here, but the fact that I even have to bring that up is telling. (Of course she loved playing out in it as a kid though and misses it, because I can't forget to throw in some angst even if she could just replicate the playing part at, idk, Waffle Wafers or something.)
#kirby#meta knightmare fanfic#kirby au#kirby fanfic#garlude#sirica#susie haltmann#kirby susie#susie kirby#just started thinking about this with mkmiv having more than one scene in the cold#at least one of which won't be a surprise if you remember star allies and especially francisca very well#ftr neither of susie's parents handled the cold well either without bundling up#but maybe beatrice at least had a tad bit of magic to help#and max easily handled it the least horribly just because he was already so chunky#don't know if that's how chunkiness and the cold work together but i just felt like imagining that idea#i'll never forget that one funny comic of sirica having just been born where baby sirica's literally just an ball of fuzz but angwy >:(
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going to be real i'm at my fucking limit
#wordstag#there's an image supposed to accompany this but i don't want to look for it right now#^^^ he says this shit every day. Can you believe him.#cod but like. This shit fucking sucks. I can't tell people to stop talking to me beacsue that's rude. Even if I do rationalize it.#'hey can you Not talk to me becasue I will kill you' 'awww someone angwy?? Do you hate me sooo much :((( don't want to talk to your favorit#xyz?? :(((( so sad' shut the FUCK up!!!!!!!! Then they'll turn around and be mad that we have an attitude or whatever . By cod.#it's ok though . It's fine. Smiley face enoji. I love
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So- did I ever mention that I like designing canon characters' parents?
Also- Sawsbuck my beloved ❄️
Anywho- old design concept under cut
I am so dang glad I revised her omg-
#zu's art#pokemon black and white#pokemon bw#pokemon#doodles#pokemon oc#ghetsis#ghetsis harmonia#concept art#sawsbuck#pokemon sawsbuck#unova#she's so dang different from my og concept of her-#which im kinda proud of^^#tiny angwy ghetsis my beloved#he was just a grumpy stuck-up brat as a kid#guess he still is...?#pkmn headcanons#pokemon headcanons#Gretal Harmonia#yes- i have decided im keeping the name#it just idk- suits her??#at first- i was thinking to give her a seperior#but then my brain remembered fav pokemon no.2#well not really no.2 - since theyre evenly liked on my part#pkmn oc#pokemon original character#im still deciding on should i kill or off or not or she's still kicking in some random house you walk in#it was so hard to choose which seasonal form i wanted sawsbuck in#and then i remembered the current season irl-
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JinMin (and again JK in the background!) Jin is being the ultimate big brother to Jimin by stealing his drink
sdjfaioerjgioa jimins ready to THROW A GASKET and by that i mean toss his hyung into the ocean AHAHAHHA
#PLS HE LOOKS SO ANGWY AHAHAHHA#PEAK sibliing behavior i love these lil bbys#ans#shirley gets played handseomly
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skittles | peter parker
summary: peter likes to pick on your size.
warnings: ...short... shaming...? idk it's supposed to be an attempt at fluff
pairing: peter parker x short!fem!reader
word count: 0.67k+ words
peter parker loved you, no doubt, and he also happened to love making fun of you.
"ughhh, peter just give it to me!" you whined, reaching for the remote he held way up above you.
"what do we say when we want something?"
"give it to me or i'll snap your neck," you said, despite the fact the both of you knew it wasn't possible. but, hey, we're all for empty threats.
"mmm, close. but no."
"give!"
"being tall is so much fun."
"you've stooped down too far to be considered tall now."
"awww, wittle y/n is angwy!"
you gave him a warning stare, and he grinned in response. whining again, you tugged at his shirt. peter had the most smug look on his face, and you just wanted to slap it right off, "beg, shorty."
you gasped, "no! and i'm not that short! i'm- i'm... just below average."
"okay, okay. you're not short. you're," pete paused, thinking, before his eyes lit up, "you're fun-sized!"
"i'm sorry, what? how is that any better?!"
"aw, c'mon, that's adorable!"
"fun-sized!" you repeated, frowning. "how on any earth is that any better?"
"no, no, it's better! like- like... skittles!"
"...skittles? the candy?"
"well, yeah."
"the candy? did you just compare to to candy?"
"i guess. but, wait, if it's any consolation, you totally taste better."
"peter!"
"what?"
"give me the remoteeee. i wanna watch gilmore girls!"
"you've seen it a million times."
"boo-hoo. it's my turn."
he tsked, "okay. but you gotta get the remote first."
"peter, i swear i'll end your supply of kisses. for a lifetime."
the boy gasped, "you'd never, skittles."
"no. i don't like that name. i like 'angel'. call me that. not skittles."
"but it's so cute! and it fits!"
you simply glared at him. "so does angel!"
"meh. and it is," peter insisted.
"it most definitely is not."
"well, of course you don't like it. you're fun-sized."
"not. fun-sized. that's so much worse then being called half-pint! or oompa-loompa! actually, is it bad that i prefer pee-wee? or stumpy?"
"no, i think i like skittles."
"peteeeee. babyyyy."
"yes?" he asked, teasing.
"give me the damn remote," then after a second, "please?"
"hmmm-"
"you know what?" you said, tossing your hair over your shoulder, "no kisses."
"nah, you'd-"
"they've been revoked."
"but-"
"re-voked."
"ski-"
you snapped your head back at him, raising an eyebrow.
peter smirked, "skittles."
true to your word, you'd refused to kiss him the rest of that day and into the next. unfortunately for you, he was taking it great.
peter seemed to really like that nickname, but it didn't matter. you'd break him.
probably.
"skittles!"
you groaned loudly, muttering curses under your breath. from across the hall, you could see peter, a bright grin on his face. shoving things in your locker, you refused to give him any good attention.
who's skittles?
"not me," you muttered under your breath.
"hi," peter said, leaning in for a kiss, which you dodged. peter pouted, "still?"
"yes."
"oh, well. hey! i got you something!"
"ooh, really," you asked, breaking character.
he chuckled, "peace offering." peter tossed something at you, which you managed to catch. looking down at it, you groaned once again, glancing back up at his stupid face.
"seriously?" you asked.
it was a pack of fun-sized skittles.
"you likey?"
"no. me not likey." but since you were hungry, you tore the bag open. before you could get any, he grabbed some.
"hey! those are mine!"
peter plopped them in his mouth, "i gave them to you."
"exactly, so they're mine now!"
he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue, "want them back?"
"ew, no!" you crossed your arms, "i'm telling may."
"oh, yeah? what'll she do?"
"ummm.... ground you."
"she can't ground me. i'm spider-man."
you smirked, eating an orange skittle. "remind me again, does she know that?"
"no- hey!"
"that's right." you stood in triumph, closing your eyes briefly. in that moment, catching you off-guard, he kissed you. forgetting momentarily of what you said you wouldn't do, you kissed him back, smiling lightly.
pete smiled, "tastes like skittles."
#tom holland x reader#tom holland#peter parker#spiderman#peter parker x reader#peter parker x you#fluff#tom holland x you#peter parker drabble#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker imagine#marvel#the avengers
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Woke up this morning thinking about a touch starved Shiggy 😩
A mission goes haywire, he's so angry and pissy, sitting on the floor as he yells at everyone. You kneel down next to him and grip his chin. Poor bby is a bit confused and still so angwy so he tries to push you away.
Your voice is firm as you push his hand away, "stop it. Look at me."
"What the-" before he can finish his sentence, your lips press to his softly. He's... confused and flabbergasted like you??? You kissed him??? But ??? Why??? How??? You??? YOU???
He tries to hide his blush while trying to figure out what exactly he's feeling
- 🐺
Aaaah he is just a baby 😭
He definitely did not see it coming and as expected, your bold move shook him thoroughly.
He instantly forgot what he was so mad about, and instead spent the rest of the day racking his brain and wondering why you'd done it.
He isn't used to intimacy or pretty much any kind of physical contact– mainly due to his quirk, but when you approached him fearlessly and in front of everyone else to effectively calm him down with a kiss, he knew that that wouldn't be enough.
It was exactly why he visited you at night, not only to demand an explanation, but also to test his luck because your lips were all he could think about since that fateful moment.
So you can imagine his excitement when you happily kissed him again, this time he was ready for it, sneaking his arms around your waist to bring you closer as he deepened the kiss.
#🐺 anon#aaaaah babe this is amazing 🤩#I'm so weak for him#bnha shigaraki#shigaraki tomura x reader#shigaraki tomura x you#shigaraki tomura fluff#shigaraki fluff#shigaraki x reader#shigaraki x you#shigaraki x y/n#my hero academia fluff
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c!schlatt x bunny!s/o headcanons
@d4ringv0id and @st4rryfics have made posts abt this but i wanted to make a hc post bc bunny reader is so fucking cute to me
sfw and nsfw below cut
• grumpy rammie schlatt and his sweet bunny <3
• he thinks you’re just so fucking cute, your soft floppy ears, your little cotton tail, your buck tooth smile and the way your lips are shaped in a natural “uwu”
• as a bunny you’re very energetic, zooming around and rambling on and on when you’re excited about something
• constant erratic thumping is a tell tale sign to schlatt that you’re happily bouncing around nearby
• schlatt doesn’t share this level of energy, and would most likely find it annoying from someone else, at least if he isn’t in the mood
• but normally, he can’t help but smile when you make laps around him to get his attention, or hop onto his back for a piggy back ride, holding onto his horns and steering him around making racecar noises
• however if he needs you to calm down, all he has to do is scratch behind your ears
• your ears that normally stand tall on your head flop over, a happy smile appearing on your face, your nose twitching and your foot subconsciously tapping
• schlatt loves to touch your ears in any setting, his hands will absentmindedly find them when you’re sitting or laying in his lap, sometimes he’ll tie cute little ribbons on them
• (and yes of course he will gently tug on them when you’re having sex)
• being a bunny means you’re natually quite a bit smaller than schlatt, so when you borrow his clothes, you love that they’re big and warm and cozy, and he loves that you look so small and adorable
• that being said since you’re so pocket sized to him he often will just pick you up and carry you around, either throwing you over his shoulder or carrying you under his arm like a football
• you’ve taken notice of how whenever he does this he’s more often than not taking you to the bedroom, and with your high sex drive you usually won’t object unless you were in the middle of something you really needed to get done
• schlatt loves to get on your nerves, it’s basically a hobby of his
• his favorites are sneaking up behind you and ramming his horns in your back (he does it softly though, its mostly meant to just make you jump, but you pretend it hurts so he’ll baby you)
• or he likes to call you “dumb bunny” when you tilt your head at something you don’t understand, or ask him a question that had just a bit too obvious of an answer (or alternatively, when he’s fucking you so good that you can’t speak)
• you haven’t quite figured out a good way to snap back at him when he calls you that though (“stupid ram” just doesn’t have the same ring)
• but if anyone else calls you something like that, they’re lucky if they wake up tomorrow
• when you’re irritated with him (which again is often) your ears will bend backward, cheeks puffing out with a grumpy huff as your foot thumps (met with an “aww, is wittle bunny angwy?”)
• but when he’s said something to make you blush, your ears flop forward as your hands cover your face, if he’s lucky he’ll get to see your little tail wiggle
• overall big bad rammie schlatt loves his little baby bunny <33
#bunny s/o has been giving me brainrot#this is messy i just had a lot of random ideas jdhdjd#schlatt#jschlatt#c!jschlatt#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt smut#jschlatt fluff#judah.doc
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Yandere First years TW guys be if their magicless friend turns out to be a girl?
I already did Ace and Jack here but heres the other bbys
🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤
Deuce Spade
“WHAT! YOU’RE A-oh sorry-you’re a girl?!”
Dude is stunned and almost isn’t inclined to believe you
But our good boy will dutifully puff his chest and promise to protect you
Whether the secrets out or not
For a while he’s going to treat you like glass
Asking if your alright or if your uncomfortable
But once he realizes you're still the same person he's best friends with
He’ll fall back into his usual routine
And when certain dormleaders start showing an interest in you he’s the first to play guard-dog
“Hey don’t forget we’re here! If you want to get to them you have to go through us!”
Unlike Ace he’s not going to hold this over your head at least not intentionally
he ‘s a little stupid so if Ace or Grimm makes a delusional suggestion to keep you safe he’s sure to join in with the best intentions
When it comes to realizing how exactly he feels it isn’t until someone points it out to him
And then he’s blushing and refusing to look at you for the rest of the day
But he’s the first to suggest to dropping a cauldron at some suspecting student
And suddenly all his violence is justified in protecting ‘your purity’
“(Y/n) I’ll protect your secret forever!” “Not too loud!” "Oh, sorry!”
Epel Felmier
Hes an angwy boy
“Ehh!? YOU CAN GET AWAY WITH HIDING AS A BOY WHEN YOU’RE SO PRETTY AND I CAN’T?!”
He feels kind of betrayed because for a second he thought you two were one in the same
Two pretty boys just trying to earn your keep
But now that he knows you’re not he’ll let out little comments under his breath but he's mostly just joking
Now he’s not as vigilant as Deuce or Jack but he’s willing to flaunt his own charm if it means they leave you alone
When it comes to his love language he’s more focused on gaining favor with you rather than keeping everyone away
So he’ll hang out with you normally probably a lot better than the others who are still trying to make heads or tails of the situation
“I probably know what you’re going through best…so rely on me okay?”
Definitely not above using his own cuteness on you is especially if your open about how much you like it
When he does have to deal with interfering parties he’s willing to team up with Vil and Rook
But otherwise he’s going to play the manipulation game when it comes down to it
“(Y/n)-chan you want some of my family’s special apple cider? Oh do you want to tell me what ridiculous task Crowley made you do this time?”
Sebek Zigvolt
“THIS EXPLAINS YOU’RE WITCHERY ON ME! TO THINK MY WEAKNESS WAS BECAUSE OF YOUR BEING A FEMALE!”
He’s gonna shout that its all your fault he’s all blushy and clumsy around you
Everyone and their mama just knows its cause he’s in love with you
So most won’t question it when he’s running away blushing because ‘your hand touched his’
Hes a drama queen that behind your back exalts you to no end
He’s just so loud i doubt its gonna be a secret for much longer
“Malleus-sama, were you aware that (Y/n) likes (f/sport)?”
He unknowingly becomes a fan of yours talking about you like a pop idol
And he defends you with the same vigor as well
At first he’ll think your a perfect candidate to marry Malleus but as he realizes he might actually like you in that way he’s a lot less enthusiastic about promoting you that way
“(Y/n)-sama would you do me the honors of lending me your glorious pen!”
#yandere x reader#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst x reader#yandere sebek x reader#yandere deuce spade#yandere epel x reader#yandere headcanons
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~The Glass Ballerina's Reputation~
-CHAPTER 2 - Gorgeous
CHAPTER 1 | CHAPTER 3
Notes: Very bad (in comparison to my usual works) filler chapter but it's necessary
Summary of Ch1:
Flashback for poor Avery. She'd always play games with her mom. One day, when her mom was in the hospital, she gave Avery one last game and sent her on a treasure hunt. In the end, Avery only found Libby's phone number. By the time she made it back, her mother had died. Libby moved in with Avery in her little apartment above her mom's old antique shop and helps her co-manage the store. Nash comes in one day to buy a dagger and hits (nicely) on Libby. Avery angwy.
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Nash had been stopping by the antique shop more and more often lately. It was painfully obvious that he was here to see Libby. Avery didn’t like him in the slightest; to her, it seemed like he pitied their situation. Every time he stopped by, he bought one of the pricier items with his fancy card. She wasn’t a fool; she knew exactly what he was trying to do. He didn’t need to step in. They were doing just fine. After Avery had contacted her two years ago, Libby moved into the apartment above the little shop with her. She fell in love with all the antiques, and so, she decided to help her out and co-manage while Avery went to school.
The dainty bell on the door rang. It had been her mother’s pride and joy when it was first installed. The shop had always been her biggest dream ever since she’d been a teenager. Having a bell that rang everytime a customer came in made her mother feel like it was ‘a real shop’. Avery looked up from her history textbook to silently judge whoever had entered the shop this time.
Nash. Again. Of course, but this time he had company. Two boys followed him closely, both taller than him. All three were carrying cardboard boxes. One of them was about an inch shorter than the other one and had pale blonde hair. If her poker face weren’t perfect, she might have laughed at the sight of him in a fancy, stiff suit in the unbearable Texas weather.
She would have if she wasn’t so focused on whatever he was palming in his pocket. The outline of it faintly resembled that of a gun. Her fingers tightened around the edge of the counter.
She wasn’t used to feeling fear, completely unfamiliar to that sinking feeling in her chest: the way her heart sped up, her thoughts jumbling and all of her senses hyper aware of everything around her.
She wasn’t stupid. They clearly had money, and she didn’t even need to have seen Nash’s debit card to know it. It was apparent in the way that the three of them dressed and held themselves, looking at everything like they could own it and control it with a snap of their fingers. The gun could only mean one thing; they were criminals of some sort. Gangsters? No, gangsters didn’t have that much money or elegance.
Her throat went dry as she recalled the headlines in the newspaper the other day: ‘Mafia territory wars in Texas’. She knew her gut had been right about this Nash guy. Not good for Libby.
Nash grinned at her and set his box on the counter.
“Hey, kid. We brought you some old, unique stuff that you could definitely sell for a lot.”
“Libby’s not here,” she said, trying to calm herself down. If Nash- or whoever he reported to- wanted her or her sister dead, he would have killed her earlier.
Mafia. Not good. But, if not good, why handsome? His brothers looked like younger versions of those Greek mythology figures in movies.
She shifted uncomfortably. The blonde one was scrutinizing her face intently. She knew she wasn’t model pretty, just average with her ashy brown hair, but did he really need to look at her like something was wrong with her face? His pale grey eyes were honestly breathtaking, but he sure looked scary like this, stoic and unmoving.
The other brother, brown-haired, elbowed him. “Cut it out, Gray.”
Great. One evil-gun-brother identified. ‘Gray’.
Nash cleared his throat. “Oh, yeah, introductions. Sorry, kid. These are my younger brothers, Grayson and Jameson.”
They set their boxes on the counter too, and Nash started pulling out objects he brought and showing them to her. “ This is a really old typewriter, a limited edition. A Hammond 1, 1885. You could sell it for a lot. Then there’s-”
He stopped short, and both he and Grayson turned to look at the other brother who had pulled out a glass princess ballerina from his box.
“Why are you looking at me like that? We don’t have a use for it anymore, and it would cost a lot.”
Avery felt her blood boil in her veins. Damn Nash and his obvious savior complex. She and Libby did not need saving. They were fine just the way they were. So what if they lived in a shitty little apartment and could barely afford the heating? They were alive and weren’t starving. He didn’t need to pity them and play charity.
Jameson flashed a wide smile at her, meeting her eyes with his own striking green ones as he handed her the intricate glasswork. “How about you keep it? I think it suits you rather well.”
Despite her reservations towards them and their intentions, Avery couldn’t help the slight warmth that rose to her cheeks as she took the piece of glass from him. “They’re dangerous, Avery,” she thought. “Bad guys. One of them has a gun.”
Grayson stepped forward; leaning over the counter to stare right into her soul, as though ready to call her out on any dishonesty.
“Say, Miss Grambs, have you ever heard of the name Kaylie Rooney, Morticia Rooney, or Hannah Rooney? Anybody with that last name?” He stared at her, and, even with his emotionless, controlled facade, she could tell that he was suspicious of something, that he definitely had an ulterior motive to ask her that.
Jameson glared at him. “That was my line to ask.”
Avery ignored him. “How did you know my last name?” She frowned, crossing her arms.
“I have my sources. Now answer the question.” Grayson retorted.
“No, I don’t.”
“No secret inheritances? Maybe your mother or grandmother? Relatives?”
She wasn’t going to let this conceited stranger with a gun in his pocket boss her around like this. “My family is hardly any of your concern, and, for the record, my mother- Sarah Grambs- is dead, and I’ve never met any relatives.”
Nash cleared his throat once more, the sound echoing in the silent room. Avery was considering giving him cough syrup as a fuck-off-and-leave-my-sister-alone gift.
“Sorry about him, kid. There’s someone very important to us who’s missing, and we thought you might have seen something in this shadier part of the neighborhood. Grayson is, um, particularly emotional about it.”
Lie. She thought that he’d be a better liar than this. She’d watched so many murdery mystery movies, and the handsome mafia guys always lied flawlessly.
She felt even more insulted now. Not only was he trying to give her and Libby- though mostly Libby- more money by buying random stuff from the store, but now he was insulting their neighborhood, and, by extension, the fact that they couldn’t afford a place in a nicer one. Or Avery was too sensitive. Who knows? She’d become a lot of things in the two years after her mom’s death.
Taking the lead, he ushered his brothers towards the door, a hand placed on each of their shoulders. Just as he was leaving, he spun around, remembering something.
“Oh, but if you ever find out something about someone with the last name Rooney, just ask Libby to give ya my phone number, ‘lright? See ya.”
With that, he walked out, joining his brothers in a sleek black car. Avery stared at them suspiciously through the windows, trying to ignore the fact that Libby was texting Nash, and that Drake would be furious if he ever found out. Jameson slid his hand into his pocket, feeling around for an object. She couldn’t see much from this far, but her eyes caught a metallic glint. A gun? Another weapon? Whatever it was, she was wary of them.
Once they were gone, she closed up the shop for lunch. She went to the room behind the counter and sat on the worn-out couch, pulling out her old phone and typing “Hawthorne Texas” into the search bar. Nothing on Wikipedia or anything else. Finally, she found an article that read “Son of the head of Hawthorne Mafia, Tobias Hawthorne II, dead in fire on Hawthorne Island”. So her suspicions had been right. They were mafia. She scrolled through the article, and a picture of said Tobias II came up. She stared at it, an unsettling feeling churning in her heart. He looked painfully familiar, like an itch in the depths of your brain when you forget something, but you can’t remember what. She was very sure she’d never seen him before.
Had she?
#fanfic#the inheritance games#the hawthorne legacy#the brothers hawthorne#jameson hawthorne#mafia au#jameson x avery#averyjameson#avery x jameson#avery grambs#avery kylie grambs#jameson winchester hawthorne#grayson hawthorne#nash hawthorne#nashlibby#libby grambs#libbynash#xander hawthorne#the hawthorne brothers#tobias hawthorne
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