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Arcane characters when someone flirts with you. | Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Sevika x Gn!Reader
I am the brain rot. The brain rot is me.✨️
Content: pre season 2 Viktor/Jayce!, Jealousy, pitfighter Vi, established romantic relationships, angst, threats of violence/death threats, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns.
((Not proofread))
》VIKTOR
He always struggled with self-esteem issues, mainly due to his sickness and disability that made it difficult for him to do much. A part of him forever will believe that you could easily do better than him, yet that doesn't stop him from getting terribly jealous anytime someone gets too friendly with you. Especially when they can see him standing next to you clearly being your partner as well.
But despite his insecurities, he doesn't allow anyone to harass you either on his watch. He lets you defend yourself for the most part until he has enough and lets his more sassy side handle the flirtatious person for you. He may not be able to do anything in a physical way, something he very much would rather avoid. But his tongue is sharp, and it takes little to make them quickly scurry away with a nervous apology for the disturbance.
He'll never admit to being jealous, however, and denies any teasing accusations you send his way. But he'll secretly ask for reassurance as he starts feeling embarrassed over his insecurities rather quickly after. A couple of hugs and kisses from your side will fix that right up, though.
》JAYCE
He has a reputation to keep up. And so, technically, he should always handle things professionally no matter what. People are watching him after all, and his public image can not be tarnished under any circumstance... or so he says. Things change in his mind when they are about you. In general, people know who you are and who you belong to since he rarely shuts up about it.
But every now and then, someone who is somehow unfamiliar with this concept will come up to you and attempt to woo you right in front of his very eyes. Now, Jayce tries to let you handle yourself, but doesn't hesitate to step in either if the person doesn't get the hint. His rather intimidating frame and position as a councilor help him out Immensely with this. He chases them away with a tight smile and a kiss to your head, as he casually asks how he can oh so graciously help them.
Once they leave, he'll pretend not to hear you, of you teasingly asking him if he was jealous. Him? Jealous? Hah! Impossible... okay, maybe a little. But don't tell anyone that.
》VI
As a pitfighter, Vi doesn't hesitate to get violent with anyone who comes close to the only good thing she has left in her life, which happens to be you. She's extremely protective and makes sure everyone gets the hint regarding who you belong to. But alas, there are always the couple strays that refuse to comprehend that fact and therefore attempt to "steal" you away from her. Something that never ends well for anyone.
Her temper is shorter than it used to be, and that becomes quite clear when she's quick to loom over the person that was pestering you. She knows that you can handle yourself just fine, too. But that doesn't stop her from grabbing their shoulder and asking them if she can help them out instead. Or maybe they want to talk it out in the pit? All the same to her, but the message is clear. She'll win if it comes to you every time, and that's enough to make the person scurry away in terror.
You'll definitely have to calm her down and reassure that you had everything handled. She's just looking out for you, though, and doesn't want you to get hurt, too, like everyone else in her life. The last thing she wants is to mess up again, so her overprotective tendencies will probably never lessen. Not that you kind anyways.
》CAITLYN
Your role as her partner is crystal clear to absolutely everyone in Piltover, especially after she takes over the troops as their new ruler. She's much more cutthroat and cold than she used to be before her mothers death, which made her extremely overprotective of you and your safety. She may even be suffocating at times with her security measures, but she finds it absolutely necessary. This also means, however, that those who try becoming a bit too friendly with you are always at risk of facing her wrath.
She doesn't hold back with her dismay and is quick to stand before you with a dark, stern glare directed at whoever was flirting with you beforehand. Caitlyn doesn't care if you can take care of yourself or not either. She'll take full advantage of her new position and power too, not hesitating to give the person that was pestering you a professionally worded threat that leaves them as pale as a ghost.
Admittedly, it's hard to tell if she's jealous or just worried in her own way. Before her mother's death, it may very well just be her being a bit jealous... but with her current position, she may also just be afraid to lose you too deep down. And she couldn't handle that.
》JINX
After Silco's death, Jinx's temper is milder than before due to her deteriorating mental health (if there was anything left of it to begin with). She's a lot calmer when handling situations and seeming more calculated than before, but that certainly doesn't quell the extreme abandonment issues in her at any rate. If anything, they've become much worse than before. This means that she'll cling to you and snap at anyone who nears you. No one is allowed to steal your attention away from her. No one can take you away from her. She just won't allow it when you're all she has left.
And so, she won't hesitate to use her gun on anyone who is pestering you. A death threat or two usually gets the point across anyway. Jinx will also let you handle yourself first, however though, knowing you can easily do that. But if things do get out of hand, she will step right to scare them away at best. She'd never kill anyone infront of you after all. She doesn't want to scare you away.
You'll have to reassure her of your loyalty a lot afterward, however, as her insecurities and issues can make her spiral fairly easily. Giving her a lot of attention and love makes everything go away, though, luckily.
》SEVIKA
She's very secure in your relationship and trusts you perfectly fine, which is why she rarely ever gets jealous. Why should she, anyway, when you'll always come back to her at the end of the day? Besides, people in the lanes know who you are and who you belong to, and most importantly, what will happen to their faces once she bashes them in if they ever harass you too much.
With that said, though, she typically lets you do your own thing and chase the person away yourself first before bothering to step in. If things get out of hand, then she'll suddenly be right behind you and tower over whoever it is that's not getting the hint. Blowing smoke right into their faces, she'll ask them if they have a problem, and if yes, then they should take it up with her outside. Although everyone knows she's the only one back afterwards. This usually does the trick.
Don't expect her to ever say that she is jealous, though, and hopes you know better, too. She knows you're loyal, as she certainly is for life and therefore doesn't worry about a thing regarding the strength of your relationship.
No one is better than her anyway.
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~the thoughts about nix's choice of weapon consumed me~
the way, nix's default and go to weapon is knives- how his go to blade in most verses is an pocket knife he swiped on his way out.
-it being an close, personal weapon if he does end up having to use it. *in an case throwing isnt viable* (how interesting that can be as it means when he does an first stabbing especially of the fatal sort- it's rather direct contact to add onto the horror of having done so)
-especially that he is not really violent; despite his demeanor. *most verses at least* so the way he is always fidgeting with knives/throwing them is scary seeming to lots but it's usually just him vibing. (it's noticeable when its an stabby type of intent/mood) -certainly something to be said that it reflects, mirrors his inner turmoil (the desire to be known, closeness. the way it's such an personal/close way of hurting or taking another life even if just for him internally. especially that first time.) -just has an fondness for knives; he can't quite explain why things like twirling one between his fingers is mostly an soothing thing etc but it's habitual formed from time up in heaven too so it's not a habit he can break
-which sure he practiced with say like swords at times, but was permitted to mess around with knives so he did just that and it stuck to him *didn't even quite learn/practice fighting techniques for intended purposes it was mostly boredom+self entertainment* -also! the way nix in 'human' verses namely in vega just opting out overall but favoring knives (no memory- but trusty ole pinprick always with him) however proficient at various weapons/lingering micro adjustments ability etc. pretty often only has his issued side arm on to not get in trouble. -^ the real big thing is his ability as an sniper, rather prefers to be super reliable support from an distance. (not as some say cuz he's an coward) it does mirror, reflect the distance he prefers to keep from people. but also that he'll very much protect others just in his own way.
#guns mention cw#violence cw#<< falling apart at the seams i cant deny >> headcanons#(the way i always have brain rot regarding this)#(of course there is more to it like say nix being scared he'll be numb or enjoy violence etc)#(but like mostly just aaa his weapon choices reflecting so much about him)#(you could say he also is so distant from himself/the lack of memories and that also might be part of why the sniper suits him)#(also the way nix is probably highly skilled and yet shelters it from being common knowledge?)#(that also factors in with other hcs such as the way he's just always not having good connection with people in those verses)#(nix in the archangel corps- getting in trouble so much with others and being the target of harassment both justified and not)#('you think you're sooo much better than us' nix after 3 days working on cable management in the broadcasting center like 'ha ha yep')#(it's in part as he is the easiest to target/has the most will brush off nature etc)#(some of it is just his ability to inact that odd human survival instinct of 'this guy isnt human but none of us know that even him')#(so- you take the bad blood you do know of and justify things especially when he returns the disdain)#(-head so full of these thoughts and im making myself stop rambling now lmao-)
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✎ baby
- gojo satoru x reader
a domestic life with your husband and baby
genre: teeth-rotting fluff, sugary dump fluff, and simply pure fluffff, baby-related, mentions of pregnancy, dad!gojo
note: inspired by this fanart by Deltapork in twitter! from the moment i saw that artwork, i just can't get this out of my head😫
and this is a part of a series of gojo drabbles i’ve planned called gojo's love entries anthology -> updated masterlist here
general masterlist
Watching your husband entertain your child would never fail to make you smile.
"Aw, my cute baby!" Satoru joyfully exclaimed as he and the baby, secure in his hold, emitted almost harmonious squeals of delight. Both of them practically shared the same brain cells at this point.
And it was a sight that warmed your heart so much, especially when the old Gojo Satoru was a prick who used to made little Megumi cry just for the sake of it and always said that babies and everything that came with them were a pain.
He playfully devoured your son's plump cheeks and burst into laughter, paying no attention to the curious glances he garnered from other shoppers at the supermarket.
"Satoru, hush," you chided gently as you pushed the cart, yet still smiling all the same.
"Ah, look, mama doesn't approve," he remarked to your babbling son, wearing a playful pout. At the same time, your barely seven-month baby puckered his lips too, turning him into a perfect miniature version of your mischievous husband at his best, melting your heart even further.
"It's time for his milk," you pointed out, retrieving the milk bottle. Satoru reached for it and offered it to your baby, who eagerly latched on and started drinking.
Your precious baby continued to feed on the formula, clearly relishing it. It appeared that he couldn't get enough, with the way he drank with such enthusiasm.
"He's a hungry baby... just like you," you mused.
Satoru laughed out loud once again. "Why are you comparing a baby with a grown-ass man?"
Your son was still drinking the milk and seemed like he wanted more, but you could definitely tell how content he was in that moment.
"Because it's your baby, duh. And not only he looks like you, he's also reflecting what you've been doing to me so far, it's uncanny."
"So I've turned our son into a mini-me now, have I." He regarded you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "And what have I done to you, darling? Tell me."
"...A lot of bad things."
"Heh, is that so?"
The baby then stopped drinking and seemed to want you to cuddle him, as he reached his tiny hands towards you. Satoru handed him over to you, taking the bottle away, and you gently pulled him close, cradling him against your chest.
"Yeah. Bad, bad things," you cooed to your baby, your eyes sparkling with joy. "First you seduced me, then got me pregnant. And then you forced me to go through that painful labor."
Satoru didn't miss the way the clerk eyed him after you said that. But he chuckled anyway. "Well... in the end you fell for me, and I probably seduced you a bit..."
He paid for the groceries and then the two of you walked out of the supermarket.
"But is that so bad?" He continued with a meaningful smirk. "You seemed like you love it so there's nothing to complain about."
"Hmph."
"And then I got you pregnant... well, you wanted a baby, dear, so you can't really be mad and blame just me for it all, okay?"
The fact that you were having this crack conversation at a crossroad made you struggle to stifle your laughter, to say the least.
Your son was still cuddling up to your chest and now he was looking at you with those wide, glassy blue eyes. You could tell how much he liked and needed you, as well as spending time with you, his mother.
This is your baby with the man who loves you. How could you not love him in return?
Satoru looked at his son in your arms. “Our son is the cutest, isn’t he?”
He seemed tired more than anything though, with the big yawn he just emitted.
“He is so… defenseless.”
“Well, he’s a baby,” your husband said matter-of-factly. “That’s how babies are, darling. He’s learning how to do things and completely defenseless, so he needs his parents. You and I.”
Your baby’s eyes became a little droopy. He was sleepy now, and wanted your warmth to fall asleep.
“Let’s… protect him together, yeah, Satoru?” you muttered softly as your child settled in your embrace, peaceful and content, falling asleep.
Your heartstrings were pulled when you witnessed the expression of absolute adoration on your husband's face.
“Silly. I’m the one who will protect both of you, sweetheart.”
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hobie brown (spider-punk!!) is giving me severe brain rot, i love him sm 😭
if you ever decide to write for him, could you do some relationship hcs??
ty ^^
Not sure wether this is what you wanted but I hope it was worth it.
Music from the heart:
One of the most obvious ones is that Hobie would have a plethora of songs about you, it’s fucking adorable and so sweet, and so he would play them for you within the comfort of your room because where else would you rather be serenaded?
If anything it makes the moment more special and memorable for the both of you as something you can look back on with fondness.
Though you probably try teasing him one day by asking how many more songs of you he had in the works and Hobie would either say ‘too many to count.’ Or ‘a whole albums worth.’ He’s not going to hide the fact that he’s got notebook after notebook filled with song lyrics dedicated to you.
Pda though not quite:
Hobie isn’t the type to heavily involve himself in PDA but isn’t against the likes of:
holding hands.
his hand being placed on the small of your back when guiding you somewhere else.
the classic arm over the shoulder.
Thigh holding
His/ your head resting on each others shoulders and or laps.
Guitar pick:
This one came to my head out of the blue but I’m gonna add it here even though I’m not too certain but here it is anyway:
if Hobie uses guitar picks to play his guitar -which he probs doesn’t but idk- I’d like to think he’d make you a guitar pick necklace from one of his old picks.
Sure he hates gifts and such but this is the sole expectation alongside any and all handcrafted jewellery you may give him because he wears that shit with pride.
Terms of endearment:
Love
Darling
Sweetheart
Impromptu sleepovers:
Hobie crashes at your place more often then not to the point he might as well be living with you in regards of how often he leaves something of his at yours, so much so you’ve begun to wonder if he was doing it intentionally or accidentally.
Either way you made sure that his stay was comfortable by having a makeshift bed set up for him so he didn’t have to constantly sleep on the uncomfortable couch and wake up with a crooked neck.
Hobie appreciates all that you do for him but would often tell you it’s not necessary but you weren’t about to get into a discussion about whether or not he was deserving of help because the answer was obvious and that answer would always and forever will be; yes.
Also he’s a bit of a cuddle bug but only with you but that’s your little secrete.
Date nights:
Most, if not all of your dates are either just the pair of you being your natural selves in the comfort of your own home where’d you would talk about anything and everything that came to your mind, free of judgment.
or
showing Hobie your undying love and support by showing up to his gigs and scream the loudest because he is talented as shit and deserves a lot more in your eyes.
Either way as long as you were within each others company, anywhere you both went could be considered a date.
Spidey business:
Now this is all dependant on wether or not you know he’s Spider-Man:
If you did then you’d probably would help him patch up his wounds after every fight he had
Or
If you weren’t due to Hobie wanting nothing more then to keep you and that life as far from each other as possible, you’d most definitely would be concerned when you see him with any sustained injuries he tried patching up himself.
No matter how hard you try to get him to tell you what’s wrong, Hobie would just tell you it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle.
Meeting his friends/ Bragging rights:
Before introducing you to the likes of Pavitr, Miles and Gwen(if you haven’t already met her), it’s almost an 100% guarantee that he brags about you anyway he knows how which only intrigues them more and more to the point they’re just pleading with Hobie to introduce his cool, kickass partner to them.
So when he does, the three are practically hounding you about your relationship with Hobie and when you looked back at him for help in wrangling in his over excited friends, the little shit merely smirks and shrugs his shoulders as though he had no idea they’d react like this, all the while leaning on the wall with his arms crossed over his chest; happy to see all his favourite people he cares about a lot interacting with one another to the point that by the end of the day you’re very good friends with each of them.
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Hi so I was having some brainrot regarding your small-town-neglected-meta reader and I wanted to share them with you!
One thing I've been thinking about alot is the way readers powers work and what kinds of weather they're likely to create, etc. One thing I specifically thought about is that readers powers definitely have to come from her mom's side. Bruce and no else in Bruce's biological line have powers so readers mom has to have the meta gene. I was thinking that maybe readers mom also controlled the weather a bit, maybe not as strong as reader can but still had some powers.
Like creating little drizzles, maybe some dustdevils, and little snow storms. Because her powers were so weak she never really used them for much, maybe to help out her own parents on the farm but that's about it(using her rain powers to easily water the crops)
In that same line of thinking I also wondered if readers little brother also has superpowers. Maybe the way his powers work or appear are bit different than readers because of they have different dads(I imagine Bruce has really strong genetics. If Damian is any proof of that lol)
One little crank in this little headcanon though is that Nana and Gramps would also have to have superpowers. But then I reread the first chapter and thought about One of the phrases you used to describe how reader got in Bruce's hands.
"but blood is thicker than water in the eyes of the court."
That specifically makes me think that Nana and Gramps are actually readers little brother biological grandparents and not theirs.(what happened to their bio grandparents 🤔)
But anyway, one last thing I wanted mention is how badly I want to see reader using their powers more freely when they're back in small town. Like they aren't afraid to use their powers to make it super windy and have fun with their little brother up on the sky. Or causing a blizzard just so they can have a snowball fight and make snow-men with their little brother. Or even accidently cause a power outage because someone pissed them off! No more suppressed emotions just freedom. (Also reader crying in the middle of the rain they made in front of their parents graves(they wanted to be buried in their hometown) would be so tragically fantasic.)
Anyway I know this is a lot to read and I'm sorry if I seem a bit scrambled but I wanted to send this to you just cause I had so many ideas floating up in my brain I couldn't stop thinking about it all. Thank you for listening to me ramble, I hope your doing amazing🩷
Your call this bain-rot, Imma call it fertilizer. This is long as mess, but I think I addressed everything. Lots of Smalltown!Reader lore and I made a Family Tree to help explain if needed.
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Smalltown!Reader's Family Tree:
Complicated little bugger, ain't it? I didn't add Stephanie or Barbara because Bruce technically never adopted them or fostered them. This isn't an official thing, I made this and it was composed of little bits of information I found online. So some of this stuff might not be lore accurate.
Also, while I was researching I found out that Bruce's middle name was apparently Patrick, after his grandfather at one point.
Now, time for the pseudo science.
I consider the meta gene to be a genetic trait carried down by a parent. That would be Momma/Adeline, in this case. She carries the gene. Now, the meta gene does not always activate even if one has it. So, no, Momma was not making mini storms for us. She was, however, very encouraging of Reader using their abilities. It takes an event, usually a traumatic one, to activate the gene. (Little Brother could be getting power's in the next chapter, though.)
As for Nana and Grand Daddy we have this:
They don't have the gene, so they don't have abilities. (Which doesn't me their harmless.) They are Reader's Step-Grandparents, but they've grown to love them all the same. Now, in court, it is preferred for a child to go to the nearest blood relative after their parents die. Or, at least, that's what I roughly know from what the court in my state is like. I'm not from Louisiana or New Jersey, where Gotham's located, so maybe it's different. But, this is fiction. This is why Nana and Grand Daddy didn't get custody of Reader, though. Plus Bruce is rich with a bunch of adopted kids, on paper he looks like the best option.
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I really love the thought of Reader using their abilities for silly little things while back in Smalltown, at least before things absolutely go to hell in a hand basket. So I'll probably include a bit. (They used to do things like that before moving to Gotham, definitely.) Something I want to mention is that Reader likes to make it rain when their happy. It's their favorite weather, they love it. So a grave scene might be a bit different. (I have to include that now. Thank you for that idea! Frick, Part Eight about to be long af.)
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If your curious about Reader's other grandparents, they just died from old age and health problems. I like to think that Reader had a close relationship with them. Calling them MawMaw and Gab for their nicknames and having spent a lot of time with Reader and their Little Brother before they died. (I'm sorely tempted to just commit to rewriting this with the OC I based Reader off of so I can include all this backstory to highlight how different their life in Gotham is compared to what it used to be, but I best finish what I started first.)
(Side Note: It's very common in the American south for people to give their grandparents nicknames. I have some for my southern grandparents, while I call my northern grandparents just plain Grandma and Grandpa. The nickname can vary and is usually what ever the first grandchild comes up with.)
Thank you for sending me this ask! Stuff like this actually inspires me so this was wonderful. Hopefully this helps. (Now to get back to work on my writing, I've been draggin' my feet again.)
#yandere batfam#yandere batfamily#batfam x reader#batfamily x reader#platonic batfam#yandere dc#yandere batfam x reader#yandere batfamily x reader#smalltown!reader#luluramblings#anon ask#answered asks
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a pretty girl's needs - abby anderson x f!reader
summary; clearly, abby enjoys when people are mean to her, and if that's what she needs, that's what you'll provide
word count; 2.3k
warnings; 18+, explicit content, shameless sub!abby smut, ahhhhhhh, mentions of owen
note; I want, no, need to dom her. The abby brain rot is real. She's my pretty girl and I wanna **** ** ******* *** **** like there's no tomorrow. also why is writing smut so hard 😭
Your fingers trailed over the row of CDs, the plastic cool against the tips of your fingers. A hum played at your lips as you failed to find something that suited your current mood. “You’re music sucks, Abs.”
You turned to face your friend when you didn’t get the snarky reply you’d been expecting. “Abs?” The blonde sat on the couch, undoing her braid with practiced fingers. Her gaze was trained on the floor, not having registered your words as she was too lost in her own jumbled thoughts.
Your bare feet padded softly on the wooden floor as you walked over to her . “Abby?” Concern laced your voice as you stopped to stand in front of her, your feet obscuring her view of the worn wood.
“I fucked Owen.” She admitted guiltily, before groaning, bringing her hands up to hide the blush that was creeping across her freckled cheeks. She tossed her head back, letting the couch support the crook of her neck as an exasperated sigh passed her lips.
“Abigail.” Your tone was reprimanding as you crossed your arms over your chest. You knew she was well prepared for your reaction when she peaked at you through her fingers before letting her hands slip. She leaned forward, her hands braced against the cushions on either side of her thighs as she looked up at you through her lashes.
She knew to some extent the way you feel about her, she has to. There’s no other way to explain the way she weaponizes it against you. With fluttering looks and soft touches just barely brushing your skin every time you’re upset with her, she knows how to play your strings and she does it without regard.
“It was an accident.” She spoke with a softness that all but caressed your skin with its near sense of intimacy. God have mercy on your soul. She playing with you, like you’re her favorite toy and you could never break.
But break you will, there is no other way to describe to the heat in your chest, the lack of control you have as you snap at her like you never have before. “An accident?” You scoffed at her, “What? He slipped and just somehow ended up with his cock inside of you?”
She looked taken aback, you were by no means the gentlest person but always you were gentle with her. “I didn’t mean for it to happen.” She defended herself.
“No you never do. You’re always done with him, until you’re not. He always treats you like shit, until he doesn’t. And I’m the one that has to hear you bitch and moan about the same situation you keep putting yourself into.”
“Fuck,” you raked a hand through your hair, stepping just a little closer to her, just close enough to feel her suck in a breath that hitches in her throat. “It’s like you enjoy being treated like shit Abby. Do you like when people are mean to you? Is that what gets you going?” Her lips parted slightly, still staring up at you stupidly. It drove you insane, she drove you insane.
“Bet it makes that pretty little clit throb doesn’t it? You just can’t keep your hands to yourself when he’s mean to you. Do you need it Abs? Is that what you need, pretty girl?”
You want to say you don’t know what came over you, but you do. Years of watching her run back to that obnoxious prat after he hurt her, years of being the shoulder she cried on. Years of pinning after her slowly chipping away your resolve, your sanity.
Abby said nothing in response, though she didn’t need to really, she already given all the answer you needed. The slight rise and fall of her chest as she tried to hide her quickened breathing, the subtle shift in her thighs as she pressed them ever slightly closer together, the way her fists attempted to bury themselves in the cushion.
She was still staring up at you, pretty blue eyes watching you almost expectantly. She was truly a piece of art, art which you consumed daily, taking in every subtle shift of her body like it’s your life line. A twitch of her fingers, a crinkle of her nose, you had studied all of it, memorized every little thing about her.
You had learned her body as best as you could from a distance, sure you hadn’t fucked her the way Owen had, but God you knew you understood her body in ways he never could.
You turned on your heel, walking at a pace that portrayed control over the situation. Leisurely, taunting her. You knew she wouldn’t walk away, wouldn’t even blow out a breathe that risked shifting the tension that laid heavy in the air.
You pulled down a bag from the top bunk of her bed, knowing where she kept everything, occupying her space as if it were your own. “What are you doing?” Her voice was near a whisper, though she made no move, only letting her eyes follow you.
You ignored her question, smiling to yourself as your fingers wrapped around their destination, pulling out a rope. You silently walked back over to her, letting the rope dangle from a loose grip at your side.
“Stand up.” You commanded.
Abby watched the rope cautiously but nonetheless obeyed you. It’s quite funny really, the way she towered over you in every sense of the word but still waited for your word. Such a good girl.
You let your nails rake softly over the exposed skin of her arms, goosebumps raising in the wake of your touch. You pulled her arms behind her back, making quick work of the knot before taking a step back to admire your work.
You walked back around to face her, pushing her back onto the couch with the faintest nudge of your fingertips against her shoulder. She dropped like you forced her with all your weight, even the faintness of your touches having unprecedented control over her.
“You enjoy it don’t you?” You stepped closer, using your knee to nudge her legs further apart, giving you space to stand between them. “You like when he’s mean to you. Admit it.” Your voice had dropped to a near whisper, tone attempting to coax her like a dangerous animal.
“I don’t.” She all but whimpered the words. “Abby, Baby. I know you. Do you think I don’t?” You gripped her jaw harshly, leaning down so your lips were a hairs breath away from hers, “I know when you’re lying.”
She closed the gap, her lips smashing clumsily against yours as she tried to keep herself balanced. You fingers snaked into her hair, wrapping securely at the base of her skull, giving a sharp tug on her soft blonde locks.
She gasped, giving you an opening to slide your tongue into her mouth. She whimpered into the kiss as you used your grip to pull her further into you. Using your free hand to pull the sofa forward with her.
You pull away from the kiss with a pop, releasing the bite you had on her lower lip, she fell back with sofa. Landing with a soft thud on the makeshift bed.
She looked up at you with glazed eyes and puffy pink lips. Such a powerful woman undone into this mess from just a kiss. You smiled down at her, a cruel smile, a predatory thing. You were going to ruin her, you wanted to break her. Make her yours, make sure the only person she could ever think about again is you.
You climbed on top of her deliberately slow, drawing out the actions, her anticipation was palpable. You settled your legs on either side of one of her thick thighs. Letting your knee just barely brush against her clothed mound, making her jump at the contact.
“Please.” Abby let out the word breathlessly. “Please what baby, I need you to use your words?” How you had dreamt of this moment.
“Please touch me.” Her voice cracked slightly at the end, she was holding on to her composure by a fraying thread. You nuzzled your face into the hallow between her shoulder and neck, inhaling her faint scent of trees before brushing your lips over her pulse.
You could feel the way it rushed, ever quickening in the face of your torment. You let your tongue trace over a prominent vein, bringing you up to her jaw, peppering kisses over the soft skin there, watching as Abby’s eyes fluttered shut.
You abruptly bit down on the soft flesh of her throat, making her jerk in surprise beneath you. You licked over the angry read mark, soothing the abused skin. You did it a few more times just for the amusement of watching Abby pant and screw her eyes shut, trying not to react to the sudden pain.
You kissed you way down her torso, over the bunched fabric of her white shirt, reaching the exposed skin of her hip. Kissing, nipping, sucking pink patches into the sensitive skin, enjoying the way she whined and bucked beneath you.
You undid her cargo pants with nimble fingers, sliding them off and discarding them somewhere across the room with a flick of your wrist. Settling on you knees, you pulled Abby closer, close enough for your breath to fan over the evident wet spot on her boxers.
“Is there where you need to be touched baby?” You pressed a chaste kiss on the soaked fabric, just over her sensitive bundle of nerves.
She could only mange a quite plea, attempting to buck her hips back up to meet your face. Your forced her to lay still, your fingers digging cruelly into her soft flesh. “Use your words.”
“Your mouth, fuck, please, your mouth.” You clicked your tongue against your teeth, “Atta girl.” Your fingers looping beneath beneath the band of her boxers, discarding them with the same disregard you did her pants.
You took a moment to admire the view before you, fucking breath-taking. You licked a stripe from her hole to her clit, moaning against her as you began to swirl your tongue in a slow pattern. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck oh my God.” You watched her, arms straining against their hold, trying so hard to break free and touch you, push your head further into her.
You pressed a quick kiss before pulling away, making her whine. Moving to litter her inner thighs with soft pink hickeys, your fingers collect her slick on two tips and drag it up to circle her clit. “Just like that. Just like that.” She repeated your name under her breath, whispering to herself like it was her own sacred prayer.
You could feel her thighs tensing beneath your lips, see the way she was arching off the cushions, golden hair splayed around her, lips parting in quieting moans. Her voice loosing traction the closer she got to coming undone.
You watched her, tracking her reactions and pulling your hand away just as her whole body started to tense, mouth falling open in a silent moan. You snorted a soft laugh when she collapsed with a groan, struggling to push herself up enough to give you a glare.
“Oh come on. I’ve waited how long and you really thought I’d give it to you that easily.” You gave her still throbbing clit a tap.
You gave her a hand in sitting up before pulling her into another bruising kiss. Pulling away only to take her shirt off best you could, the fabric pooling around her wrists, caught on the knotted rope.
“Come on pretty girl.” You moved to lay beside her, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at her. “Work for what you want. I want you to use my thigh to make yourself cum or I’m not touching you again.” She opened her mouth to protest but closed it when you beckoned her with a curl of your fingers, pointing down to your still clothed thigh when she started to move closer to you.
As soon as she settled herself flat against your thigh you pulled her down with you, quickly unclasping the front latch of her bra and letting it join the tangled mess around her wrists.
She picked up pace, rocking her hips against you as you latch onto a pert nipple. You guide her to ride faster with hands on her hips, pushing her down harder as she chases her climax. “Good girl. Good, pretty fucking girl.”
“Please.” She whimpers, her movement starting to stutter but she moved fervently. You could feel the wet patch she’d made on your pants, her juices soaking through to coat your skin. “Please what?”
“Please can I cum? Please.” You leaned up to capture her breast in your mouth, assaulting the skin with teeth and tongue as you hummed in approval, fingers digging into her ass as you rocked her against you.
It hits her all at once, making her tense and arch into you. Her head falling backwards, gasping as she struggles to maintain any sort of herself. When she comes down from her high, you shift out from beneath her, moving to undo the restraints before she collapses, exhausted.
She lays on her side, one arm splayed over her stomach and the other pillowing her head, utterly content. You watch as her eyes flutter shut and her breathing shallows out, your own quickening as anxiety takes its hold on your heart. Ravaging as sense of composure you had.
“Abby.” You lay down next to her, mirroring her position, teeth nawing at the inside of your lip. She hums quietly, eyes still closed.
“I'm sorry.” She finally looks at you, soft blue eyes tracing your features. “Why?”
“I- This. I don’t know.”
She laughs, short and sweet. “Y/n. Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for you to make your move. It’s about time. And by the way I didn’t fuck Owen. You know he’s never even made me cum. And besides, there’s no going back now.”
All you could manage was a small “Oh.”
#abby anderson#abby anderson imagine#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x female reader#abby anderson x f!reader#abby tlou#tlou#tlou imagine#tlou smut#abby anderson smut#abby anderson x you#˗ˏˋ꒰ 𖹭 my work 𖹭 ꒱ˎˊ˗
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I warned you it's brain rot. It's Tommy Shelby brain rot-
But Tommy Shelby has a nurse who knows not to ask too many questions, who lets injured Peaky blinders into her house and helps them quietly. He's been there himself, so has Arthur, John. Finn once, too, but for a scraped knee on the street.
And Thomas has always regarded her as one of his-his men, his assest, whatever. And he's been slowly learning about her-she talks when she works, to distract, put them at ease, and it lets him learn more about her-she likes horses, for instance. Where she grew up, the basics of how she ended up here-and he pays her well enough, and she doesn't seem fool enough to turn coat.
But there are moments...moments where he's injured, where it's her and him in the room, smelling of blood, of pain and that soft voice and comfort-and he knows in those moments she's not just his nurse. Not just a healer he wants to keep around because her stitches are clean and neat, and her mouth shut.
So when Grace the fucking barmaid squeals about her to the coppers-he's not exactly a happy man. And Tommy Shelby angry is a sight to behold.
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Title: Vengeance
Warnings: descriptions of violence against women
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“I’m going to fucking kill him,” Arthur growled, “once we find out who did this their going to wish they hadn’t been fucking born.”
“Arthur-“
“They fucking hurt y/n,” Arthur said, “Y/n? What has she ever done?”
“She fucking helped us,” said John, “how many times have you been to her?”
“Not as much as you fucking have.”
Tommy was looking into the main bar, smoking silently. He had remained quiet while his brothers discussed what happened and their plans for your attacker. Well, Arthur and John had. Finn remained quiet and very pale, clutching a glass of whiskey so tightly that Tommy thought he was going to break it. That would only add to their problems seeing as you wouldn’t be able to pull the glass out. Tommy had seen Finn wiping his eyes but subtlety was never Finn’s strong points.
“Boys.”
Polly stood in front of Tommy. He glanced over her shoulder and looked at you huddled in a booth. Polly pushed her was passed him and Tommy shut the door behind her.
“How is she?” asked John
“What a fucking stupid question,” snapped Polly before sighing and running a hand over her face, “how do you think? She needs time so, don’t-“
“You need to leave.” Said Tommy
“Excuse me?” said Polly, venom in her voice
“I’m going to speak to her.”
“She doesn’t need that at the moment, especially from you.”
Tommy looked over and locked eyes with Polly.
“I need to speak to her.”
“Tom-“ said Arthur
“Fuck off.” Tommy said as he left the room
Your head jerked up when you heard the door open but you seemed to relax slightly when you realised it was only Tommy. He sat down opposite you and was vaguely aware of his brothers and Polly leaving. Neither of you spoke for a while. You ran a thumb over the rim of your glass and Tommy lit a cigarette and offered it to you. You took it with shaking hands and his eyes dropping down to the cuts on your hands. Deep scratches along the palms of yours hands, knuckles had the skin scrapped away. When he looked up at your face he felt the familiar bubbling rage resurface.
Your left eye was an ugly purple colour and swollen shut. Your bottom lip has been cut open and starting to scab over. Your nose was now slightly crooked and he could see the traces of blood around your nostrils. From the way you drew deep shaking breath, wincing every so often, he guessed that your ribs had been broken.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “this shouldn’t have happened.”
You took a deep drag of your cigarette and said,
“I knew that this could happen when I started helping.”
“You didn’t deserve it.”
“I work for the Shelby’s.”
“Which is why we’re going to find out who did this and kill him.”
You blinked in surprise and smiled bitterly.
“Never knew you cared.”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re one of us.”
And maybe it was because Tommy liked you a bit too much. You always helped him and his men, probably more often then you should’ve. You stayed up late, humouring an old (and secretly lonely) man. Telling him stories of your life before the Blinders, telling him about your day and in return getting some small snippets of his life in return. In the dark of the night, in a room that smelt of blood and alcohol, the two of you grew closer.
And it was this that had sealed your fate.
“Love, you need to tell me what you can remember.”
“I… can’t.”
“Anything.”
“They blindfolded me.”
Ah.
“But, he had an accent.”
“Hmm.”
“Irish, I think.”
“Irish,” Tommy let out a chuckle, “think I know who you mean. He’d hate for you to call him Irish though.”
“Huh?”
You jumped when there was a clink by the bar. Tommy looked over at it sharply and saw Grace by the bar. A tense silence fell over the room before Tommy said,
“And how long have you been there?”
#fanfiction#peaky blinders#reader insert#request#thomas shelby#tommy shelby#thomas shelby x reader#tommy shelby x reader
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the firelight family au (or how do i get isha, sevika and jinx meet ekko, heimerdinger and the firelights brain rot)
au where the firelights managed to escape the rally ambush and rescue isha along w it to the sanctuary after learning she was quite literally just a kid ... ekko meeting isha (hypothetically if he didn't get warped up in the arcane plotline yet) .. learning how to sign for her .. letting her meet the other kids .. jinx going on a search for her and instead getting an unexpected reunion w ekko .. the untapped enemies to friends opportunity scenario .. ?? ekko being hellbent on protecting isha when they meet only to get jumpscared his enemy and her were both family ?? them fighting over her ?? isha not wanting to leave so jinx stays as well ??? the rivalry ??? the bitter insults ??? eventual banter ???? reconnection ????? found family ?????? on GOD ((RATTLES CAGE
ekko witnessing the powder he thought he had lost firsthand .. slowly learning jinx was always just a product of an overwhelming absence of [healthy] love and connection during their painful years and not one born of some arbitrary hate and innate desire for destruction ... learning of the love ekko could have given her in the past ... learning not all of powder was gone after all ... in fact that jinx is powder and it has always has been that way .. and he sees it w the way she bickers w isha, how she jokes w the zaunite kids, how she quietly studies the abandoned tech ekko leaves around the treehouse base .. ekko slowly opening up to her , allowing himself to be vulnerable around her , letting her into his workshop office , unseen stories finally coming to view , :(
jinx seeing the beauty of zaun and its people ... slowly falling in love with ekko's pursuit for their peace .. hell why not have her parallel to vi's desire of wanting powder to grow up in a better world by wanting the same for isha after getting a glimpse of what zaun could be like w the home ekko had created ... . joining in on that fight ... reinventing stuff w the firelights .... improving their tech ... jinx having an outlet to use her craftsmanship not for weaponry but for innovation . for people . for living ... a chance for a new resolve ... a redemption opportunity ?? :[
hell why not throw sevika in the mix 🧎🏻 sevika would be with ekko's cause even if she'll be a lil impatient about it at first . sevika befriending the firelights . sevika helping w scar's family .. heimerdinger being a mentor now to ekko and jinx and getting to see them reconnect as they tinker together like in the past ... the dynamics would go crazy I'm On The Verge Of Insanity
this all very surface level i like a lil self-indulgent brain rotting without any regard of logic sometimes 🙏🏻 ... wouldveeeeee been cool if the stillwater rescue mission was held by ekko, jinx and sevika to save the other firelights thooooooooooo . ,,
ekko seeing vander too ,, ,, orrrrr the last drop surviving childhood gang reunion w vi, ekko, and jinx during the mines arc ,, , , ekko confronting vi's enforcer bs , , , ekko seeing the letter from vander ,, , , hell the warwick hug with ekko too ??? throw in some timebomb divorce where ekko and jinx are split between returning to the firelights or staying in viktor's paradise town ??? jinx's strong desire to give isha a better life so she would take this celestial protected village for her sake most definitely ??? after witnessing the dangers that the firelights must undergo she begins to sincerely consider staying instead ??? losing her initial resolve out of fear ??? then ekko's PISSED ? jinx is all pissy and stubborn about it too but refuses to get into detail as to why she feels the way she does ??? scarred by having everyone she has loved be hurt and even killed ??? their argument sounds so childish but it's really from a place of deeper feelings ??? desperately wanting for her relationship w isha to be different ??? but then ekko really does dip and leave them after an argument ??? (editor's note: i actually now dont think ekko would leave come to think of it I think after seeing that powder is still very much jinx w isha then i. dont think bro would let that go ?? LOL or that if jinx did get attached w the firelights wouldnt she choose to leave too . I FEELL LIKEEEE there would be a diff reason to all that. maybe ekko feels betrayed , maybe jinx also is still struggling to come to terms w her feelings HEHAHFKEA
and with great erasure of any sense for a moment . like hear me ouuuut . (rattles cage) but like imagine the alternate universe shenanigans following after ??? idk how that would work maybe like heimerdinger went alone and ekko was like hey where the hell did he go. then he jus somehow figures out he had gone to jayce's lab. idk. whatever. lets move on. AJSHFJAH
BUT LIKE FR .... ekko in the au understanding jinx's overprotectiveness and desperation better ??? how she wants to cling what has always made her life good at all costs after growing familiar w loss she has always believed her mere presence will always inflict ??? (e.g. au powder w vi's death and jinx w silco) relearning again jinx chose not to go back because she has yet to fully escape the mindset her narrative will always be that she deserves punishment, that isha should be protected at all costs or else she will be fall victim to it (like the sudden spike of anxiety one realizes stuff has been going good. too good. i might jinx it again. i have to stop it at all costs) an unspoken plea for reassurance to prove to her this was not the case, and it never was the case, and that he should've realized that and assured her that that unpredictable danger that will haunt them is not caused by her and that he's willing to prove it . that he'll stay w her to show it . and that whatever danger gets thrown their way he'd be there to feign it off and even prove one can heal from it . ekko realizing he shouldn't have left them in the first place and rushing to head back for them AOUGUGHoAUOG
and his sudden disappearance from the firelights during all that ??? then when jinx learns from the sanctuary that ekko had supposedly died after isha's sacrifice ??? affirming the thought everyone who gets close to her is bound for gruesome death ???
the absolute heartbreak ????? she gets so DISTRAUGHT and just Shuts down . so when ekko comes back during her attempt ???? A BREAKDOWN IMMEDIATELY dear GOD A REUNION HUG ? JINX MELTING INTO HIS ARMS ...... ???? the reconciliation .. the shared sorrow .. the desperate apologies we r fine chat we r FINE
bonus point to add but ekko learning his presence could have prevented isha's death hurts even more knowing ekko most definitely grew up with a semblance of survivor's guilt, having carried with him the regret and shame that maybe it was his fault that everything happened in the first place . and now he has to carry that grief w him again too Like. Lord
then we get the war shenanigans . the reconnecting again . the healing . reconciling . rebuilding . re re re a lot of restarting for these two yes... ough. mourning isha ... painting isha on the mural ... locking in for the incoming war ... and somewhere along the way timebomb canon we finally get a kiss (like YEAHAHHSHSSSYHEAAASSS. yHEAYYEAAAAHs) then the painting on each other, customizing their airship w semblances of isha ... :') auauau
ENDING CAN GO A LOT OF WAYS ... FOR SURE THEY MUSTTTT LIVE . ekko and jinx honored as heroes of zaun fr fr . i imagine after jinx's disappearance ekko finds her wounded and helps her recover before reuniting w vi and the gang :') jinx staying in zaun :-) both her and ekko being advisors of some kind to councilor sevika (HELL imagine theyre like her lil bodyguard CRIESSS they follow her around to annoy her on purpose. they genuinely check in on her if the counsel has been treating her right and threaten to beat them up lol) .. making an isha shrine in jinx's hideout like in the au ... painting more murals ... caitvi and timebomb double dates ... AOUGAOUGAO jinx and ekko staying on zaun's side till final breath together w the firelights :-(
ANYWAYYUAHUHA . ok. thats all. im done rattling my cage . moving my head like an empty christmas ball . JHSKAJH .. all i could think of for now at least. will a blast of loopholes hit me later. yeah but like. thats the point of aus .!!!!!!!!!!!!!! the delight of it . i mean that is tumblr status quo so. whatevehrvhr. whatveherhrv. let's be delusional together. let's take ibuprofen together <3 ok fr tho i jus kept thinking what possible scenario in the canon can we have that healing version of jinx and isha meet that angry ekko ... EUGH i wanna write about this soon . when it's winter break im going rabidddd . but for now . have a beautiful week :-] drink water and live laugh love timebomb
#WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN#i wrote this at 5am#delusional rambling hell yeah!#jinx#ekko#timebomb#ekko x jinx#powder#isha#sevika#heimerdinger#scar#vi#arcane season 2#arcane#if anyone wants to work w this idea go for itt lol#arcane spoilers#arcane au#I WILL BE writing this soon enough
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re: many thoughts i’ve seen regarding the way the cast are playing m9 feeling ooc that have ranged anywhere from being just commentary to very strange critiques about like. homophobia and. emphatically just. idk man . get a grip or smth. vox machina is pretty much just as ‘caricature’-y as the nein are (a phrase which here simply refers to. we are getting snapshots of these characters provided by a cast keenly aware of the limited timeline they’re on), the only difference being we saw vox machina with down time and we didn’t see the same with mighty nein (on their own) all of the mighty nein’s one-on-one moments were mediated by the cast also having to go ‘would my other character — who is in the main party for this campaign — have something to say in this moment of the story that takes precedent over whatever conversation this character would have’. and further, whimsy and verging on over-confidence have Always been the nein’s approach. but like, especially re: yasha and fjord (and beau a bit) who i’ve seen get the most reaction it’s like. literally rewatch the campaign and detach yourself from the fanon-rotted version of the characters that has been left to evolve in your brain.
like. sorry beau Did dislike yasha at the start — she thought she was hot, but she was also deeply walled off and unwilling to fully take yasha as a genuine person for a while. beauyasha has always been horny. like we’re talking the ceiling mirror fucking, fish market, hot tub stare off couple right? that’s who we’re upset about being too sexual? where am i (and if it’s because ashley and marisha forgot whether their characters were married, all the best to you, your thoughts are simply irrelevant). and fjord is the exact same as always — which is a combination of confidence and awkward at all times, especially when it comes to romance. which has in the past consistently led to jester and him having quieter conversations where he gets to be more vulnerable, including one we had the last time we saw mn in ep 111 where jester point blank brought up that he seemed like maybe he regretted proposing and he shed the bravado demeanour (as he always has) and explained that he doesn’t regret anything.
like. i’m not saying it’s wrong to take issue with the characters choices or perspectives, go for it, but realize that it is the characters and the choices they’re making and not just the cast Forgetting who their characters are. also i am truly sorry for those of you who can’t tell the difference between an out of character but still in character voice joke and an in character delivery . i imagine that makes it very hard to track character development but unfortunately that does not mean the cast have forgotten the hearts of their characters it just means you probably shouldn’t be (and thankfully you are not) the chief determination of whether they have or not.
#cr fandom#cr spoilers#critical role#i’m literally vibing having a great time#and then i’m forced to see people claim lesbophobia or fjord wanting out of his relationship#and i’m reminded why i did not engage with the cr fandom while mn ran#cr3
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victors and fools
i just finished the whole lyney and lynette court case and oh my god..... i had to write something out for it because i'm full of ideas and no way to get them out other than my silly little brain rots.
it's surprising that a crime could take place in such a place as The Opera Epiclese, but you're not surprised that Furina is taking her chance to try and prove herself superior to the powerful outlander, especially after her first attempt was foiled by none other than the accused.
But even then, you don't interfere. You see no reason to, after all Furina would never stoop as low as falsely accusing someone to get her way, neither you nor Neuvillette would allow her to go that far.
Speaking of Neuvillette, he's one of the other reasons you're not interfering. He takes his job of Chief Justice seriously, as he should, for the sake of Fontaine and the justice it upholds. So, the outcome will be the truth.
You don't really care about any of that, you want to see the Traveler in action as an attorney. It should be funny enough to see them bring Furina down a peg.
As much as you adored her, she could be arrogant at times. Sly and demanding, you usually didn't mind but her near desperation to prove herself above the traveller and paimon was becoming annoying.
You sat in a seat that had been guided to, where everyone could only look up and see you, watching it all pass on with amusement or a contemplating look.
as the trial came to its conclusion and Furina's accusation was proved wrong, she looked over at you as you got up. Your starry eyes glanced over at her, unreadable.
That was new. You always allowed yourself to be an open book around those of your acolytes that you spent your times with. Usually a smile graced your face as you looked at her but a frown marred your lips as you turned and left, not stopping even as she ran out after you, shouting after you.
"Y-your Grace!" She called out for you, easily catching up to your slowed pace as she looked up at you, a nervous guilt in her eyes. "I-If I had only known-"
"You accused him and instigated a second duel with the traveler." You mused, looking down at her, the look on your face indicating that you were thinking. "....To prove that you were above them, above the other Archons?"
She frantically tried to figure out if you were truly upset at her. There was no rain or thunder or anything indicating that Teyvat had responded to you upset feelings. She relaxed only a bit. "I am above them! All of them! They were defeated so easily, I won't be. B... But, I will no longer regard them as a threat..."
You looked down at her for a moment as if looking right into her soul before you sighed, the same ever-suffering sigh you always let out when she caused chaos and dragged it right to you. "Haah, what will I do with you?" You rubbed your face gently. "You can be so irritatingly arrogant sometimes. Don't tell me you did this just because you're jealous of the attention and praise i gave them?"
Furina turned her face away from him, leading you to raise an eyebrow down at her form. "...Okay, I won't tell you anything, Your Grace."
"You're insufferable." You sighed as you started to walk forward again, not saying a word as she hurried to catch up to you once more, clinging to your arm. "....That dessert shop you like is still open, do you still want to get dessert? 'One must always have dessert after entertainment'." You imitated her voice in the last part, still looking forward.
She smiled brightly up at you, still clinging to you. "Mmm! Your Grace knows me so well, I'm honored! Let's get dessert!" She seemed happy by it so you let it be.
Just another day for the Hydro Archon and the Creator of Teyvat.
#sagau#genshin sagau#genshin impact sagau#sagau x reader#sagau cult au#genshin cult au#self aware genshin#sagau furina#fontaine#i actually really love fontaine so far. its so blue!!! which is my favorite color of all times
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can we get max Emilian brain rot? Teasing him with a little show, getting him worked up with lingerie, not letting him touch you uGH
trying to combat my weird writers block aaaahh I hope you enjoy this 🤍
pleasant surprise (1.2k) max verstappen/fem!reader nsfw blurb
You can hear him in the kitchen, pouring himself a sugary drink and humming loudly to a song he’s had stuck in his head for the majority of the day. It makes you smile as you stand in the bathroom, staring yourself down with critical eyes because you want it to be perfect. A good surprise. Something Max will look back on when he’s gone for the week and has no one else but his hand and his vivid imagination.
It’s black, thin and strappy. The lace is so intricate and pretty that you can’t help but run an appreciative hand over the material, admiring the way the cups are holding your tits and enhancing them perfectly. It was hard to find good lingerie that did wonders for your body nowadays, and you usually went for the boring old cotton because comfort was always your first priority in that regard. But you’d gone shopping with Kika in Spain a few weeks ago and had come across this gorgeous set in the display window. You couldn’t take your eyes off of it, ignoring your friend’s teasing smile when you purchased the lingerie.
“Babe?” Max’s voice drifted down the hall, footsteps getting closer and you quickly turned around with wide eyes.
“In here,” you strategically placed yourself behind the door so he wouldn’t spot you as he walked by. “I’ll be right out.”
Your boyfriend made a sound of acknowledgement and you figured his attention had been pulled by his phone, because he didn’t say or do anything else as he continued walking toward the bedroom. You took one last glance at yourself, wiping at your glossy mouth until the feeling of the sticky substance irked you; Prompting you to switch the light off in the bathroom before you started going at your face with a wet wipe.
You’d spent too long on your makeup. Granted, Max was going to probably ruin it in five minutes but you wanted to look pretty for at least a few minutes.
The man in question was standing with his back to the door when you entered, completely oblivious to your presence as he tapped away at his phone. His head twitched to the side when he heard you clear your throat gently, but he still didn’t pull his eyes away from his phone screen.
“Daniel just sent me this funny— Whoa.” He’d managed to turn around in his little ramble, light eyes going unnaturally wide as he caught sight of you standing in front of him. He swept his gaze from your toes to the top of your head, mouth opening and closing like he wasn’t sure what words to utter.
His reaction alone made you preen a little, biting down on your lower lip to keep your smile at bay as you took a step closer to him. Max’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, eyes lingering on your midriff before you locked eyes.
“You look—“ he trailed off, clearly at a loss for words.
But what his mouth didn’t say, his body clearly made up for. His reaction spoke a thousand words and managed to boost your confidence as you turned around slowly, showing off your pert bottom hugged by the lacy thong. Max made a small noise in his throat, setting his phone down without tearing his eyes away from you before he quickly closed the distance between the two of you.
What he wasn’t expecting was for you to take two steps back, tutting loudly enough for him to halt his pace and frown at you in deep confusion. He looked dumbfounded, having been so prepared to put his hands on you and watching you melt like putty.
But your stance was different, rigid back and eyebrows raised on your forehead in a teasing display that made Max’s palms itch with the urgent need to touch you.
“You can’t do that.” He said quietly, confused by your lips breaking out into a wide smile.
He looked a little lost as he reached out his hand to place on your waist, making a sound of protest when you spun out of his reach. His hands balled into fists as he fought the natural urge to grab and pin you against the nearest surface just to hear your squealing laughter.
But he liked this game. Whatever you were doing was making his joggers feel very tight all of a sudden.
“I can and I will.” You said, voice going up in a teasing tone as you took a cautious step forward with narrowed eyes, like you were expecting him to jump forward and grab you. You looked pleased when he stayed put, reaching your arm out to touch his right pectoral with the pads of your fingers.
Max glanced at your fingers, the way they were mapping out the muscles of his skin and he inhaled quietly when you swiped over his nipple over his t-shirt, eyebrows pulling together. It was only when you put pressure in your fingers that he took a few steps back, letting you walk him back until his knees hit the bed frame. He sat down gingerly, reaching for your waist but stopping immediately when you made a noise of disapproval.
“You’re just being cruel.” He said, annoyance pinching his face as he looked up at you and it made you grin because you knew how tortured he must’ve felt.
“I’m being tactical.” You said, gently straddling him and placing both of your hands on his shoulders. “I know that you’re gonna rip these as soon as you get the chance and I paid too much for them.”
Max sucked in his lips to hold his smile back, nostrils glaring with laughter and you rolled your eyes playfully.
“I can always buy you new—“
“No.” You cut him off with a shake of your head, laughing. “Just… enjoy it.” You reached for his hands and guided them back, placing his palms against your ass.
It was hard to contain the gasp when he immediately squeezed, like he was trying to grab as much flesh in his hands as he could. You grind forward with a muted moan and it makes Max swear in your ear as you finally sit crotch to crotch.
You lean forward to capture his mouth in a kiss, smiling at the way he eagerly responds and circling your arms around his shoulders to bring him into you.
“Fuck, you smell good.” He murmured when you separated, eyelids fluttering shut when you kiss down his jawline to his ear, burying his nose in the softness of your hair.
You suck small hickeys into the skin of his throat, paying extra attention to his Adam’s Apple because you know that it makes his eyes roll. Your hands grab into him a squeak leaves your lips when he suddenly drops back on the bed, taking you with him and the expression on your face makes him laugh.
“I’m staying on top.” You said, arching a brow like he’d ever say no to that and he grins like you know he would, pulling a hand back to spank your ass cheek. “Max!”
“Get to it then.” He says it jokingly, but there’s a fire in his eyes that makes you comply happily.
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this was kinda rushed 🫢 but I just wanted to do this quickly so I could go back to writing my fic. I’m in such a slump rn that I’m trying to get out of but I hope this was somewhat enjoyable. thank youuu for your lovely request 🤍
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“Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue” ||[10/…]
— OPLA! Buggy x F!Reader
"You're the one, You're all I ever wanted. I think I'll regret this."
— Mitski, "Your Best American Girl"
Pairing: Buggy the Clown (live action) x F!Reader
Parts: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9
Summary: You were an apprentice of Gol D. Roger’s crew in your youth, long before his eventual demise. Along with the Red-Haired Shanks and Buggy, you were a formidable trio; the embodiment of a new generation of pirates yet to come. But times changed, and so did you and your friends.
The past echoes behind you, as does the uncertain future that lies ahead. Where you go from this point on, you'll have to be quick about making your decision. There is unrest in the waters, and not everyone knows how to swim.
Warnings: fem!reader, LA!Verse, slight canon divergence, morally grey reader, mentions of violence and blood, Buggy being a simp, flashbacks
A/N: .... Half a year later, and an update. As I've mentioned several times already, I'm sorry for the delay. A lot of things have happened these past couple of months, work has been hella hectic, and I'm moving into a house next month. This chapter is not too long, but I hope it'll do until the finale. If you notice any grammar mistakes, no you didn't.
It's tough to have so much love in your heart but nowhere to put it. It festers in your body, churning until it sours and rots into something unspeakably ugly.
You try not to remember, but sometimes your mind possesses a will of its own; sadistic in nature, taunting you with images of events you wish would leave you be.
You recall that day. You see images of it flash through the synapses in your brain on more than a few occasions; twisting and knotting until they form an enlarged image of what you have dubbed the day you were acquainted with true pain.
It was a rainy day, not even a month after Rogers departed from the world of the living. The winds were picking up, the ship was rocking like she intended to knock you off balance and leave you at the mercy of the waves.
Even still, you refused to let go.
The tension between Shanks and Buggy was palpable through your fingertips for a while by then, the reasons behind which were entirely unknown to you. The way they looked at each other was vehemently acrimonious, yet you had no clue as to what had detonated this rift.
Maybe you didn’t want to think about it?
Maybe you were so desperately naive as to believe that things would stay the same, even when it was plain to see that they wouldn’t.
Buggy and Shanks had always been … at odds with one another, but never in a way that struck you strange before. They were simply like that, for as long as you’d known them. Their rivalry was benevolent in nature, just boys being boys, pirates being pirates.
Not that day.
You had been talking to Shanks on deck, moments before it happened. The subject of your conversation has long since evaded your memory, but that’s all you did. Conversing.
Then, Buggy was there, only that he wasn’t there either. There was something different about the bright blue eyes you used to hold in such high regard. They were cold, inexplicably hostile.
Foul.
There was rage in his irises, and that had been beyond the kind you were acquainted with. It was scorching, tenfold sharper than the kind you received from your foes.
Only that he wasn’t one of your foes.
It was Buggy.
Your Buggy.
And you were on the receiving end.
“You’re going with him, aren’t you?!” He demanded in such a way that you felt like it wasn’t him at all. An impostor.
Whether it was the surprise or the shock that ensnared you, you didn’t answer at first.
“ANSWER ME, DAMNIT!”
“Buggy…” your voice was hushed, scarcely making your vocal cords vibrate with each syllable. “What are you—?”
“I saw it, so don’t bother denying it!”
He stomped over to you, and it felt like the planks beneath his feet were about to break. “Just tell me! Tell me that’s what you’re going to do! Just get it over with!”
You tried to reach for him, intertwine his fingers with your own; a safety line amidst a storm. He never rejected the gesture before, but when your digits fell upon his soft skin, he yanked them off like your touch was molten lava.
His limbs were quivering, hands knotted to fists, burning with heat yet trembling with cold at the same time.
Then, he said three words.
Three words that would come to haunt you for the next two decades to come.
“I hate you,” he snarled. “I wish we’d never even met. Be with him if that’s what you fucking want! What do I care?”
“Buggy—“
For a moment, you didn’t know how to breathe.
How to blink.
How to feel.
You had been stabbed before. Burnt. Slapped. Stabbed. Whipped. Tortured.
Long before Rogers brought you with him, you thought yourself well-acquainted with all the pain the world could provide. It marred your bones, painted your flesh, scarred your skin. The indents still stained your arms and legs, your face, yet nothing could compare to the agony that followed Buggy’s words.
Your heart felt hollow; submerged in neck-deep waters with no bottom in sight.
“Buggy,” the corners of your eyes were stinging, yet you could not recall if you were crying or not. The feeling was a foreign one, so much so that you had no way of recognizing the sensation.
He left after that; turned his back and walked away, and it was the last time you ever saw him in the flesh.
The next couple of years following that incident were blurry, you can’t remember much of it. It was as though your brain decided to dismiss those memories in an act of self-preservation.
You remember staying with Shanks for a time, whether loyalty or self-preservation, it didn’t matter. You stayed until just the mere sight of him rendered your guts to stones.
You had no reason to resent him. He was good, among the best, but he could not provide a cure for your affliction, so you decided to leave the Red-Haired Pirates.
Shanks never begrudged you.
After parting ways with him, it didn’t take you long enough to establish a crew of your own, and a name. “Cross-Hairs”, the moniker you replaced with your real one. It’s been so long since anyone acknowledged your actual one, it’s as if it never existed.
Some people saw a strong woman with enough broken bones on her record to know she would ensure their survival just as much as she could guarantee their demise, yet they still placed their bets on it.
Thus, the Cross-Haired Pirates came to fruition. Escaped convicts, thieves, general rogues, but efficient people in their own rights.
They feared you as much as they respected you. Your crew was among the most loyal people you’ve ever met.
If you told them to bark, they’d bite.
If you commanded them to kill, they’d do so without question, but they’d still leave their lives in your hands. They were your pack of loyal hounds, but you were a wolf in their ranks. Your say was the last of theirs.
You don’t regret letting them go. You had nothing more to offer them after you’d found a reason to stay in Foosha Village. Whatever violence remained in the world; they could find it in your absence.
Some of them chose to disagree with your decision, demand that you remain their Captain; their checks would never run empty, but they were silenced quickly enough with the swing of your blade.
You’re not proud of the person you were, yet you could credit your survival to her.
Blood, bones, tears, and pain, it never mattered to you, yet it granted you a superior seat on the food chain.
You became the beast haunting everyone’s dreams. The shadow in their path.
Even so, the pain of other people could not relinquish your own.
You burned every day and every second for twenty years, so you turned the world to ashes in kind.
———
Long ago, Cabaji found his captain on deck one night with a bottle nursed against his sternum, his back against the railing, and his knee propped up to rest his head on. He was drunk, and although it wasn’t an unusual occurrence on its own, it was still unnerving.
“Captain, you alright?”
“‘m fine,” Buggy answered tightly, lolling his head back and forth. It was dark outside, no moon, yet the first mate could spot the redness across the Captain’s cheeks. “What t- time is it?”
“Just past midnight.” Cabaji frowned at the pathetic display, and with some hesitance, crouched down so he could put a finger on the clown’s forehead. Holy shit, what a fever. “Captain… You’re burning.”
“Burning?!” Buggy wheezed, as if he’d been told the world’s funniest joke. He threw his arm out, bottle raised high, and repeated: “Burning? Oh, that’s just great! I never took you for a jester, Cabaji! That title’s usually reserved for yours flashy truly! You tryin’ to upstage your captain or something?”
“No, Captain.” His right-hand man lightly put his fingers on the clown’s forehead again, mindful of not letting them linger lest he wanted to lose them. “You’re seriously burning up. How long have you been out here?”
“Five minutes, an hour, fuck, twenty years perhaps!” Buggy took another sip of the half-empty bottle in his hold. He couldn’t tell what it was, but it did wonders for his mind. His troubled, asymmetrical library of a brain whose caretaker had long since abandoned their charge.
The jester leaned the back of his head against the hard surface of the railings, tipping the bottle carelessly to the side so that its content could spill onto the wooden floor without any concern. It stained his pants; he'd reek for days, but there was no urgency in ridding himself of the splotch. “How can I burn when there is no sun out, Cabaji? Answer me that.”
“I don’t understand… it’s the middle of the night, the sun will be back tomorrow.”
“MEH! WRONG!” He continued to laugh with no sense of humor. No joy. No nothing. Just hollow breaths meant to mimic his trademark sound. With no short amount of effort on his part, he almost tripped himself trying to get up to his feet.
His next words almost struck the first mate as … hollow somehow.
“The sun stopped shining long ago.”
———
You can’t sleep, but it has nothing to do with the added weight on your abdomen.
Buggy, even with his entity body stripped from him, feels heavy and sleeps soundly, and he snores. You can't help but marvel at the view, mindful of your movements as you do.
He looks to be at peace, completely so. Content. You'd think that he'd be a bit more wary considering he's currently stuck on a ship with people who want nothing more than to throw him overboard, yet here he is.
He's here.
With gentle hands unbeknownst to you, you carefully pry him off of you and settle him back down once your body’s out of the hammock.
He can rest, you think, and he does so like a newborn.
Even with your body no longer attached to him, you can’t help but marvel at the sight. His eyes are closed, breathing even, as though he’s completely at ease with the world. Light as a feather, you tug a strand of hair away from his eyes and resign yourself to a night of wandering to ease your nerves.
The air on deck is cold. You find Ussop leaned across the steering wheel, sound asleep. You have half a mind to scold him for his negligence, but the other half remind you that in essence, he’s still just a kid. He should rest as well.
So, you find a blanket and carefully pull it over him, hoping that the cold won’t catch him as easily as Arlong’s men probably will at one point.
The waters are calm as you lean over the railings to observe them. The moon isn’t full, but it still dons a soft light across the waters. You relish in the ambience the night sky grants, finding serenity in it all.
“What’re you doing up?”
You snap your head down to find Buggy’s head poised next to your arms, having hopped over to you on the railing. He must’ve been uncharacteristically quiet, or maybe you had been uncharacteristically caught off-guard.
He looks tired, but not disoriented as he props himself closer to you. If he’s moody from the lack of sleep, he doesn’t voice it.
“You’ll fall off,” you warn him.
“You can still swim, can’t you?” He points out.
“What makes you think I’ll jump after you?”
“Won’t you?”
You glance back down at him, and you can vaguely spot an ounce of sincerity in his eyes; a genuine question that conceals the deep-rooted vulnerability underneath. It’s a rare look on him, or maybe it’s the hole of light in the sky playing tricks on your brain.
The two of you say nothing to each other for a while, but your eyes never shy away from each other. To be honest, you have no idea where this … this is headed. You’re not sure what to do about it either. Twenty years has left a gaping hole in your chest, akin to a supernova that swallows everything around it.
Turns out it will still consume any scraps of your youthful affection too, and you can’t tell if it fills the hole up or further deepens the void. You’re not sure you want to know.
“You should head back inside,” you finally say. “It’s cold outside.”
“So what?”
“Being a head surely leaves you at a disadvantage against the elements, does it not?”
If he had shoulders, he’d shrug, but he makes a pretty good imitation of it with just his head alone. “Dunno, but I don’t care.”
“You don’t want to catch pneumonia and die or something, do you?” I
t wasn’t meant as a joke at first, but the moment he hears it, a snnnrrrrrk develops into full-blown laughter that’s a hair width away from waking your crew members.
You don’t know what possesses you, but hearing him laugh like this, so genuinely, conjures a laugh of your own. It’s more hushed and subtle in comparison to your companion, but it’s there and it feels so strange to have it erupt from your chest.
When was the last time you laughed?
After a while, your combined laughter gradually quietens and when you look at Buggy next, you see him with eyes the size of plates, like he couldn’t believe what he just witnessed. Not in an alarming way, but in … adoration. Just unadulterated, complete awe.
For some reason, it pains you to have him look at you like this. After all this time. So, you turn your head back to the sea and let your gaze linger there again. You’re reminded that, like the waves, you can’t go back to how it used to be.
“When you’ve retrieved your body, you can go.”
Buggy freezes. "... What?"
"Once you get your body back, you can leave. I'll tell the crew you disappeared."
It'll be easier for the both of you, you justify. He can get back to being Captain Buggy, and you can go back to being ... someone.
You're no longer a captain, and you have no interest in playing the part again. He'll have his freedom, and you'll have your contentment in knowing that you have once more gotten to look him in the eyes.
It’ll hurt, but pain is an old friend.
He doesn't say anything for the longest time, but you can hear the cogs churning in his brain. "You mean ... You don't want to go with me, after all this time?"
You glance over your shoulder to the door to the kitchen area. "I ... Care much for the boy, and I know you tend to carry grudges. I don't intend to be involved with that."
"You don't have to be!" Buggy insists, almost urgently, like he's afraid you'll leave on the dot. "You can stay with me, and whatever business I have with the rubbery pri-... I- I mean, the kid, I'll keep it to myself."
You spend a second looking down at him, scrutinizing him of any signs that he's being false, before you avert your gaze back to the waves. Truth be told, you've never thought much of what to do once you left Luffy's crew.
As far as you're concerned, you don't have anywhere to go back to. Maybe you'll return to Foosha village, pay Makino a visit, or maybe you'll become a wayward at sea. Make coin where you can, visit Shanks sometime?
But joining Buggy?
Now that's a thought you never believed would cross your head for a long time.
"I won't be a good circus performer," you admit.
He makes a pfsssssh sound, tongue waggling out of his mouth. "'Course you'd be! The strongest woman in all of East-Blue! People will bankrupt themselves just to see you in action! C'mon, just think about it!"
You bury the urge to remind him that if anyone will commit any bankrupting, it'll be him. Joining Buggy's crew, after so long? A part of you thinks that it can open a window of opportunity to provide closure. Grant him a chance to make up for his misdeeds.
Another part reminds you that the pain he once brought caused you two decades of misery, so why give him the opportunity to attempt the same once more? In all your life, only he’s ever possessed the power to render you so small.
You might be among the strongest pirates across the seas, but someone always held you by a leash; dragged you, pulled you into every direction, and demanded your obedience. Rogers freed you from the leash altogether, but Buggy remains the only person you freely gave your leash to. You gave it to him, and he let it go.
Are you willing to hand it back to him, knowing what happened last time?
How does the saying go?
Bite you once and twice, shame and all that.
"We should head back inside."
———
Coco Village, you think, is a lonely place; void of life; desolate. It reminds you of where you originally came from before Rogers brought you onto his crew all those years ago. A hollow replica of how it used to be.
A feeling of cold stretches across your skin at the memory of it all, like a layer of frost having come back to torment you.
You glance around at the halfway-demolished huts, and you see its denizens with nothing behind their eyes. Whatever hope once resided in their hearts abandoned them long ago. It brings you no joy, but it doesn’t necessarily bring you any melancholy either.
It is not your sorrow to bear.
Nojiko’s cabin, on the other hand, seems like a pleasant reprieve. It’s not much, but judging by the delicate way she handles herself and her equipment, it’s a home.
A home hanging on a thread from Arlong’s pointy nose.
While Sanji’s helping Nojiko clean the plates, you’re seated across from Usopp, with Buggy’s head poised between you on top of the table. Wherever Luffy and Zoro are outside, you’re certain they’re concocting some sort of plan to get Nami out.
It’ll be the first time he’ll have to make up a thorough plan, rather than making it up as he goes as he’s done so far.
You’re curious as to how it’ll go, though you’ll follow nonetheless. Your presence here with them depends on whether he’ll make it, and if he does, you’ll finally part ways.
You love Luffy, almost more than you’ve loved anyone else in your entire life. You were there to watch him grow, you were there to patch him up, to make sure he had food when Makino couldn’t afford to spare any.
You love his hair, his eyes, the way his smile all but brightens up any dark corner in any room. You love him so much so that you’ll leave the moment you know he doesn’t need you anymore.
The thought, while maintaining a rooted spot in your brain, lessens your appetite and causes you to play with the food on your plate. It’s long since grown cold in your negligence.
Suddenly, a loud "BOOM!!" promptly snaps you out of your mindscape and back to reality. Buggy cackles, and although you're not the intended target of his joke, it still irks you to some limited extent.
"Can you just be quiet?"
"Aw, come on. Where's the fun in that?" There's a malicious glint in the clown's eye. "Do you really think your little toys can get through the skin of a fish-man?"
You have to commend Usopp for his resilience. "These are smoke bombs."
"Smoke. That's rich..." Trailing off, Buggy eyes your meal with the subtlety of a puppy looking for scraps, licking his chapped lips. "Makes me think of how long it's been since I've had any smoked fish."
You spare him a wayward glance, fork ceasing its massacre of the flesh on your plate. Usopp notices the change almost instantaneously as he tinkers with his makeshift bomb.
The reply from the slingshot is quick. “Don’t give it to him.”
“As opposed to what?” You quirk an unbothered eyebrow. “Let Sanji’s meal go to waste?”
“Eat it yourself, then! You’ve hardly had any!”
“I’m not particularly hungry at the moment, and it’s either the trash or the clown.”
Usopp scoffs. “Like there’s a difference.”
“HEY! I’M RIGHT HERE, ASSHAT!”
Sanji perks up at the commotion and looks at you from over his shoulder, hands still wet from the washing. “I do hope you’re not discussing the possibility of discarding my food. Not when Nojiko has been so lenient as to lend us the necessary ingredients?”
Usopp shakes his head. “It’s worse! She wants to give it to the fucking clown!”
Sanji glances at you, and he speaks in that soft tone he primarily reserves for the women in his company. “Was my meal not to your satisfaction, Madam?”
You incline your head to him in a way that’s meant to convey approval. “It was, make no mistake of it, but I’m afraid that my appetite is rather lacking at the moment.”
Buggy looks between the two of you, and his mood sours considerably. It’s as though a fire is burning in the back of the room, and the scorch threatens to incinerate the furniture and all the people inside. He halfway hopes it will, but although his Devil Fruit has granted him a plethora of powers people can only hope to dream of, prokinetics are evidently out of his reach.
No one notices, however.
Then, a minute goes by, and Sanji finally shrugs. “As much as I can’t condone Usopp’s anger, I can’t condone a good meal being wasted. Do with it as you please, my lady.”
Buggy guffaws while Usopp pales, but your face stays the way it’s always done. If anyone were to notice the way you discreetly inch the plate towards Buggy, they keep their opinions to themselves.
If Buggy stares at you like you hung the moon and the sun in the sky, you keep your observations to yourself.
You don’t say a word, but you want to say a lot.
You wish to say more than you've ever said before.
But you don’t.
———
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I have been brain rotting back and forth with @stormsthatrage about Shinichi in an au where only Ichigo goes back in time, and for once I made something that’s not all angst. Behold:
So Ichigo goes back in time, gets found by the Shibas in not entirely dire straits so they don’t need to get Unohana. Thereby giving him a certain lack of notoriety once Ichigo ‘decides’ he wants to go to the Academy, he’s still obviously talented- but in a way that’s more normal levels of genius.
So he goes to the academy, blazes through it in a year or two and gets accepted to Shinji’s division. Who is not suspicious of him exactly, but more curious.
At this point Ichigo knows that he’s got enough time to play the long game here, and as much as he was a proponent of throwing himself headlong into any and every fight, Kisuke and Shinji did eventually managed to pound some appreciation of planning and tactics into his brain at some point during the extended war.
So he’s not content, but he’s settled in for the long haul.
(he’s lonely and longing and yearning for his pack bonds but for Shinji most of all, Shinji who was his leader and partner, Shinji who seemed like he always knew what to do, Shinji who was never not there when Ichigo needed him)
But of course voicing these sentiments would have him either murdered or thrown into Muken so he adapts, improvises, overcomes.
He’s watchful, learning the habits and preferences of this new old Shinji, his favourite tea, what he likes to read, things he finds funny, how he prefers to order his paperwork, where he likes to go to lunch and his favourite shampoo. He watches and attends and he thinks he can live with this new normal.
Shinji doesn’t really seem to show him any real preference, but the regard he shows any of his officers is enough, has to be enough. So Ichigo contents himself with the occasional praise and shoulder pat. He thinks he settled into a routine that can last until he can make some real change.
Shinji had noticed of course, that his 4th(?) seat had always been accommodating and especially helpful and was always watching him and smiling - ahh. He sees.
And it’s not as if Kaien is trying to Shanghai Shinji into eternal matrimony with his baby cousin, it’s really more of a “let him down gently” (or they’ll never find your body) “if he confesses don’t be cruel about rejecting him” (or I will Bankai your ass to Hueco Mundo and back)
Ichigo doesn’t know what changed. (Kaien went to some length to make sure Ichigo wouldn’t find out) It’s just that all of a sudden Shinji starts watching him back.
Watching with intent.
It’s too much to hope for, that he might feel some remnant of a pack bond so Ichigo just pretends not to notice. Shinji for his part thinks Ichigo must have resigned himself to one sided pining.
Shinji likes what he sees is the thing. Ichigo is considerate and attentive and observant. Genuinely kind in his own gruff way that’s not limited to nobles or Shinigami. So Shinji decides, well he’s never been one to really hold himself back from what he wants so he invites Ichigo to drinks to test the waters. They both get absolutely hammered and end up snuggling together on Shinji’s couch, and when Shinji wakes up in the morning, sees Ichigo curled up into his side with his face pressed into neck, he thinks *ah* this is happening.
#bleach#ichigo kurosaki#kurosaki ichigo#shinji hirako#hirako shinji#shinji bleach#bleach au#time travel au#shinichi
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Okay I want to put all of my current predictions out here (these are subject to change, of course):
• I think this show is going to get a little more colorful or a little bit more gay with each show because I think she’s running out the clock.
• I am CLOWNING for an eventual pronoun change during surprise songs.
• I think Karlie will probably show up again. And if she shows up for the rep announcement I will die dead.
• I’m also clowning for a rainbow variation of every outfit or perhaps a debutation variation if she plans to drop them together. Maybe a karma outfit. Idk. I don’t really know what is coming next in regard to music or if there will be anything (what if she just went black out for a year and then dropped rep next December 😂).
• I’m split because I think she’s either going to continue this Travis stunt until the Super Bowl or she’ll break up with him while on tour (if it’s real that’s totally fine but the way this relationship has been crammed down our throats gives me the ick so bad). I have no idea how that breakup will go down especially since they’ve made an entire Christmas movie about this relationship.
• I’m still assuming we’ll get a proposal / breakup.
Overall, I don’t think Taylor Swift would pander to this side of the fandom the way she has if she didn’t have a plan to blow everything up. I assume she’s a good person. I assume she’s supportive of the fans who see her. I’ve been in this fandom long enough to know what it looks like when she’s in the closet and when she isn’t. The closet isn’t even glass anymore. The closet is just invisible at this point so if she’s just a straight girl who loves rainbows, she’s absolutely diabolical in the very worst ways.
And before anyone comes for me, yes she can be bi or pan or whatever she wants to be. I don’t care about muses or labels. I notice patterns and I can’t help but connect the dots. I see bi and lesbian dresses and her calling attention to them so that’s where my focus is. I care about freedom for her (whatever that looks like) and I also think some clarity about who she actually is will help a lot of us decide if we want to keep supporting her and giving her our money. I’m placing my bet on her being who I think she is so I’m here to support her until the end of this roller coaster ride.
I will make a post on the final day of this tour but I just want to say this: I have had the TIME OF MY LIFE in this labyrinth. I have made lifelong friends because of this side of the fandom. Thank you to ALL of my friends on here who have followed me and commented on my posts and said such kind things. Thank you to everyone who has messaged me their insights and theories. And finally, thank you to my fans who have messaged me your homophobic, brain-rotted hate comments. Good luck in the aftermath!
And to Taylor (if you ever see this), thank you for keeping my mind so stimulated. I will probably never get dementia because of you. You have been so good for my brain health. Thank you for teaching me about my own history as a queer girlie. Thank you for helping me heal my relationship with my neurodivergent self. Thank you for being the “mother” who saw me when my own mother just talks about how gross and wrong gay people are. Thank you for being kind and strong and brave in the face of shame and fear and danger. Thank you for leading a revolution of New Romantics! No one does it like you, girl. I love you so much. I hope you got a giggle over the chaos and the wrong predictions. I hope this tour brought you joy and hope and peace and healing. I know I haven’t always seen eye to eye with some of your choices, but I do respect you and I do hope the rest of your life is sunshine and rainbows and you get to hug your mom forever and take really long naps with your person after all of this is over. Long live 💜
Update: I do think the election plays a big role in how loud she can be. @casuallycruel131313 pointed this out, too. We’ll get way more once Kamala has been elected! I think Canada shows will be wildddd.
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Yay requests time!
Can we get bratty!mean!reader with simp/lover boy yuuta or yuuji? Like, reader is always rolling her eyes or ordering him around and he just looks at her with heart yes and does as she wants. But obviously, everyone has their limits so sometimes they need to reel her back in and let her know that's nothing you treat someone that you love and loves you even more.
i dont know if you can tell but I'm getting brain rot about this and it's all I'm thinking about every night.
Sypnosis - How would !Loverboy Yuuji fare with a girlfriend who quite literally would step on him?
Warning(s) - foul language, mention of canon violence, Reader is kind of a bitch (but she does a 180 I promise)
A/N - !Loverboy Yuuji enjoyers rise up, I crafted this just for y'all.
! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !
To be fair, when Yuuji falls in love, he falls in love hard. Loving Yuuji is the equivalent of adopting a golden retriever that will be perpetually stuck to your side in any given circumstance. And that means any circumstance — including if you’re working to exorcise a spirit. Yuuji just wants — or rather needs — to be by your side no matter what.
Yuuji is also the kind of person to blindly follow orders. He doesn’t really have any regards for any consequences that may follow his actions — which has definitely resulted in multiple visits to Shoko. That, of course, includes any and all orders that you give him.
Obviously, your “orders” aren’t as dire as, say, instructions given by Gojo before he sends Yuuji on a mission. But that doesn’t mean that he’ll show even an ounce of thought or hesitance. He does — quite literally — anything and everything for you. That includes carrying your backpack, carrying your bags when you shop, cutting your food when you have dinner together, tucking you in when you have move nights, buttoning you jacket when it’s cold outside, literally everything.
Does he care that sometimes your tone gets a little snippy with him when you ask him to do something for you? No. Does he care that you scold him if he does something wrong? No. Does he care that you roll your eyes at him when you catch him staring? No.
Because at the end of the day, you mean more to Yuuji than anything else. He can handle Cursed Spirits that can — and honestly have — ripped him limb from limb. Surely he can handle a bit of eye-rolling from his beautiful girlfriend.
Megumi and Nobara can’t help but tease Yuuji for his behaviors, Nobara more so than Megumi. She just enjoys pointing out the fact that you could tell Yuuji to jump and he would reply back with, “How high?”
But that doesn’t mean that they don’t see the small points of toxicity that peek through your actions. Sure, it was sweet that Yuuji would be willing to do anything and everything for you — but it felt like the things that Yuuji was doing went unreciprocated.
It was Nobara then that approached you because, in all honesty, Yuuji was one of her closest friends. And she would be damned if she was going to stand by and just watch as he was treated like someone’s lap dog. Don’t get her wrong, she loves and adores you too, but she can see where people’s toxic traits lie.
She ends up pulling you aside following one of your training sessions together, noticing in her peripheral the way that Yuuji pauses upon seeing you be dragged away by Nobara. You don’t protest to her actions, allowing your classmate to drag you underneath the school’s entry archway. Nobara keeps her fingers locked around your wrist as she inhales deeply, not wanting her emotions to accidentally get the better of her — the last thing that she needed was for you to get cross with her. You were deadly in that regard after all.
“(Y/N), listen to me, yeah? You’re an amazing person, and I know that you likely don’t mean to come off as brash or as harsh as you sometimes do, but we all notice. And by ‘we all’, I mean me and Fushiguro. Yuuji is — for lack of a better word — devoted to you, he loves you a whole lot ‘kay? Again, I know that you don’t mean to be rude to him sometimes, but that’s what we all see. So try and lay off of the eye rolling, yeah?”
Nobara smiles once she’s finished speaking, releasing the grip that she had on your wrist and placing both of her hands on her hips. You stand there in silence for a moment, mulling her words over in your head before reflecting on all that you had ever said and done to Yuuji.
You realize at that moment that Nobara was right — Yuuji had only ever been kind and loving to you. And you were just…bitchy right back. You felt like slapping yourself across the face, how could you have let that behavior go on for so long?
“God — you’re right Nobara. I’ve been — I’ve been pretty terrible haven’t I?”
After that conversation with Nobara, you begin to plan in your head how to make it up to Yuuji — starting with his favorite snacks and movie series. Your dorm is suddenly nothing but blankets and pillow forts, adorned with the string lights that you usually kept your room decorated with. On the television is the selection screen for the Deluxe Edition of the Human Earthworm movies — which you knew were Yuuji’s absolute favorite.
Once you finished setting everything up, you text Yuuji to swing by your dorm — which he agrees to without hesitation. Within five minutes of sending the text, Yuuji is knocking repeatedly at the door, smiling widely when you pull it open. You invite him inside, placing your palms over his eyes and repeating that you had a surprise for him.
You lead him to the pillow/blanket fort set up in front of the small television in your dormitory, guiding him to sit down. You take a seat beside him, removing your hands from his eyes and presenting your little movie setup with a grand flourish of your hands.
“You did all of this for me?”
“Yeah — think of it as an apology for me being so demanding of you all the time.”
Yuuji turns to you, wrapping his arms around you and tugging you firmly to his chest, tucking you into him and burying his nose into your hair. You nestle yourself in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling to yourself as he holds you.
After a good five minutes of sitting in Yuuji’s arms, you disconnect yourself to play the first Human Earthworm movie, smiling as Yuuji excitedly begins to ramble.
With a lovesick smile of your own, you settle in with your boyfriend, nibbling on your snacks and simply enjoying his company.
#colonelarr0w#jjk x reader#jjk fanfiction#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen fanfiction#yuuji itadori x reader#itadori yuuji x reader#yuuji itadori fanfiction#itadori yuuji fanfiction#yuuji x reader#itadori x reader#yuuji fanfiction#itadori fanfiction
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Rules huh?
Sirius Black x James's sister reader
warnings: Honestly other than the reader being referred to as she/her, one year age gap, and being called beautiful I think nothing, lmk if I missed anything.
pt2, pt3
synopsis: There was one rule..and he had broken it.
Sitting in the Gryffindor common room were the four marauders.
or well three of them were sitting, the last one was pacing back and forth on the carpet such that a few more minutes would have started to dig a hole in it.
"mate...trust us, why'd we wanna get with Your sister anyway?
That was Moony, always the ever-so-sensible one
"yea, when I could have anyone at Hogwarts I assure you I wouldn't lay an eye on your sister. I'm serious"
yes...he was Sirius alright.
Here's what happened.
When James received an owl regarding his sister's transfer to Hogwarts in her fourth year, needless to say, he wasn't stoked.
It not only meant she'd be able to owl their parents on what shenanigans he did throughout the school year but it also meant keeping Boys away from her.
The first to receive this lecture were the marauders...at the least, James had to make sure his best friends weren't involved with his sister in any way.
So he had one rule...just one
Do Not Fall For My Sister.
"yea mate, not like we'd like her when she shares a face with you."
Quipped worm tail as the others agreed.
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Oh how wrong they were...
not only did you look Nothing like your brother, but you were also one of the most beautiful girls the boys had ever seen.
Sirius's interest was immediately piqued.
He'd catch a glance of you each time you'd walk the halls, or he'd drag the rest to follow you into the library, they, of course, didn't say anything because they knew how much of a book nerd Sirius could be.
It started to get a little suspicious...then he'd ask Moony to ask the gang, and they'd continue their library trips.
Honestly speaking you'd try to maintain your distance from your brother's group, the last thing you want is a bunch of fifth years on your tail.
Though part of that came from the lecture you received on your end as well...
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Sirius Orion Black
He was interesting, to say the least, he had a generally flirty personality and would often be seen winking at girls in the halls.
Oddly enough, despite your brother's warning, you were on the receiving end of quite a few.
James did NOT approve
He's noticed the little smiles and glances exchanged between the two of you rather quickly, considering how little observant he is, 7 months is quick for him.
But oh well, Sirius had broken the one rule his best friend had set up...and maybe you had too.
A/N: lmk if yall want a part two, I've been in such a marauders era brain rot please give me fic recommendations if you have any. I also haven't checked it too well so lmk if you find any mistakes I'll write a part two if enough people want one.
p.s pt.2 at a 100 notes I promise
#just a short lil drabble#drabble#oneshot#might make part two#sirius black x reader#sirius black imagine#young sirius black x reader#marauders era fanfiction#young marauders x reader#james sister reader#marauders x reader#harry potter#fanfiction
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