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#I was fully going to show up to this lab an hour early PLSSSSS#also my output will def slow down bc I need to lock in for this semester#but make no mistake Jack is paddle boarding in my ventricles#if I don’t keep writing I’ll lose my shit so fear not#when I start coming out with some real kooky aus what then#3 siren fics 2 Halloween fics I’m just doin shit#jack put on some fucking sunscreen idc if you never shake your ass again#this is a dire situation#freak nasty
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❛ HEAVEN KNOWS ❜ ❨ lando norris x singer!reader ❩
📻 track three: you’re just a boy (and i’m kinda the man)
in which the they were the perfect couple, until they weren’t. or in which we take a look back into what made heaven itself fall apart.
… OCTOBER 2023
INSTAGRAM. october second.
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yourusername time for another track! 🤡 i first started writing you're just a boy (and i'm kinda the man) after listening non-stop to taylor swift and shania twain and i decided what i really needed was to take those feelings and make a female power song of my own. so i wrote one! it helped me to remember that losing the love of a man does not make you any less of a person, and i hope it can do the same for others. oh, and it's also a bop.
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taylorswift you're kinda making me feel like... i'm the man 💪👸
user i fear this will tear lando's ego to shreds
⤷ user it doesn't feel fair on him, like he doesn't get to tell his side of the story
⤷ user girl there's definitely a reason he's kept quiet 😭
lissiemackintosh soooo excited for this one!!!! my new karaoke song?
⤷ yourusername come at do it at the concerts
⤷ lissiemackintosh i like your fans too much to do that to them
user CLOWN LANDO ERA
REWIND... OCTOBER 2022
"guess what, guess what!"
lando was mid-game when you rushed into the living room, glancing up from the television when you bound into view. he slips back one side of his headphones, eyes following suit a few moments later once the screen is paused.
“what?”
“guess!”
lando sighs, but a smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. “lewis finally retired?”
“no, silly.” scoffing, you slap at his arm and plonk down next to him on the couch. “management just called — i’ve been asked if i want to do a world stadium tour. the bowl, wembley, madison square garden!”
lando’s mouth fell open in slight shock, your excitement obviously contagious as his eyes light up. in a split second he wraps his arms around you and hugs you tightly.
“holy shit, babe,” he murmurs, squeezing your waist.
“i know,” you squeal quietly, muffled against his shoulder. “they just need to set up the next album release and then announce the dates.”
behind your embrace, the cogs of lando’s head start to turn and calculate the information. sitting back, he looks at you with confusion set in his brow.
“when would that be?” he asks, head tilted.
you shrug, not noticing his growing resentment of the news. “depends. they want the album done for late summer, so that means an autumn release. so probably in the new year.”
“the second half of the season?”
lando’s cold tone makes you smile, almost uncomfortably, waiting for his former excitement to return. uneasily, you nod.
“well, yeah, but—”
“i thought you said you were going to come to all the races, since you’ve only been to monaco and silverstone this season?” he cuts you off. you catch the frustration in his eyes like a hawk, shifting off of his lap before it bubbles over. “you’re not going to be able to do that if you’re on tour.”
“that’s not true,” you try and reason, hopeful that your calm tone might balance his. “there’s texas and vegas. besides, i don’t even know what dates i’ll have shows yet, i could fly in for race days.”
lando shakes his head, pushing himself from the couch cushions and onto his feet. “that’s not the point. you promised you’d be there for me this season. i actually have a chance for once, and you don’t even care.”
the dismissive tone that spits off his tongue makes you flinch, a heavy frown falling around your cheeks. “what am i supposed to do? turn down my biggest tour yet to come watch you race every single week?”
“yes!” lando exclaims, turning sharply. “that’s what good girlfriends do — look at kika and lily!”
anger pricks at your eyes and throat, swallowing hard to keep it at bay. “you haven’t been to one of my shows in months. you don’t even have time to listen to demos when i ask you to. there are two of us in this relationship, lando. it isn’t always about you.”
you see his defence ready behind his lips but you’re quicker, ready before he can speak.
“i went to every single race last season,” you tell him. your tone is calm, steady — making the words even more intense. “every one. i have been your biggest fan since day one. so don’t ever, ever, say i’m being selfish.”
lost for words, lando stares at you. only because he knows it’s true does he halt his argument there, turning and storming into the bedroom to preserve some dignity. you stare at the slamming door and wonder how he can watch on so easily as you slip through his fingers, and not want to do anything at all?
INSTAGRAM. november twenty—fourth.
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yourusername always your #1 fan (even when you dnf) 🫶
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carlossainz55 did he get a lollipop for being a good patient?
⤷ yourusername and a sticker 😄😄
user poor lando
landonorris my favourite nurse ❤️
user they’re sooooo cute
user that crash looked bad
yourusername dw guys i’m giving him lots of kisses and rubs better !!!!!
⤷ landonorris not as many as i’d like 😏
⤷ yourusername you’ve got a hello kitty plaster on your head you cannot be seductive right now
"oh, shit."
the fight that dreaded evening had hung over both you and lando for weeks, both of you much too stubborn to admit to any wrongdoing or, god forbid, apologise. but you carried on. if anything it was worse than not speaking. it was like nothing had happened, as if the conversation never even happened, as long as neither one of you mentioned it. still, there was a tension holding you at arms length from each other.
so to not bring up the same argument again, you followed lando to the next few races. come vegas, you had given yourself so much time to think about things and the way lando had handled it all that your mind was screaming at you to leave. to book a flight home, pack up your stuff and go. because how much more of this could you take? you weren't the trophy girlfriend, the wag whose only job was to look pretty beside her accomplished boyfriend.
you would do it after vegas, you decided. there was a few days off; time for you to talk to lando and explain your feelings, before walking out with your head held high just in time for the next race. then, the worst happened.
chatting idly to lily, the race only just beginning, you almost missed it. for a moment, you thought it was oscar spinning out. the bright orange sparks masked which number was painted onto the car, spinning drastically until the nose of the vehicle slammed into the barriers. lily grasped your arm, her sympathetic eyes making you look twice. number four, lando.
in a daze, you followed the one of the marshalls through the busy paddock until you reached the ambulance area. he had already been loaded in, paramedics and mclaren employees surrounding him. there wasn't enough room, they needed to go now.
"hop in, i'll drive you," charlotte's gentle voice appeared beside you, guiding you into the car as the ambulance hurried off. "they said he's probably fine, they just want to do the usual checks."
you nod, trusting her. you could always trust charlotte, right?
after what felt like hours, you arrived to the hospital and didn't think twice about elbowing every single person out of your way until you reached lando's room. he was laid still on the bed, eyes watching the small television in the corner. his leg was strapped up, an iv stuck into his arm, various bruises littering his skin and face. he looked up when he heard you, a crooked smile playing on his lips.
"it looks worse than it is," he assured you, noticing the panic in your eyes straight away. you breathe out some of the relief, the rest coming in a sudden pool of tears. "hey - hey, c'mere."
lando outstretches the arm that doesn't hurt like a bitch, ushering you to his side. you don't hesitate, lip wobbling as you hurry over and perch yourself on the side of the bed. tucked into his shoulder, you nuzzle as closely as you can without hurting him.
"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry," you mumble, and you both know just what you're apologising for. what was a stupid fight worth when chalked up to all of this?
"me too," lando replies quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head.
sitting back, you look over his face. a small scratch from the helmet, just above his cheekbone. his eyes are drooping, tired from the impact and the drugs. you sniffle and smile sadly, thumb brushing over the wound.
"i'm going to move the tour," you tell him, and note that he doesn't protest. "if i'm on the other side of the world and something happens, i—”
lando shakes his head, cutting you off with a kiss. "nothing's going to happen. i'm still in one piece, aren't i?"
you hesitate, then nod, letting him shift over so you can lay next to him. resting your head on his chest, both of you quietly watching the rest of the race, you feel your head spin. maybe he had been losing you, but could you survive losing him?
writers note: we're back baby. lando count yr days my man
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Could you write a smutty damian priest x fem!reader where he LOVES to leave hickeies on her? He loves to show her off! He leaves a big one her after another superstar(I'm thinking la knight) flirts with her and he wants to really make his territory:)
damian priest x reader
‼️smut baby, smut + reader has no shame at all (that could never be me)
likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
mine, all mine
“what did you said? uh? i didn’t hear you” damian teased you while two of his fingers were pumping in and out of you.
“oh fuck…” you moaned, not able to answer him properly “i said…don’t leave any marks on me, please”
“and why not?” he smirked, curling his fingers inside of you.
“my costume…it will reveal too much…” you weren’t able to focus anymore on anything he was saying.
he smiled before attacking his lips to your neck “good…”
in all honesty, you didn’t care about marks and hickeys showing, in fact, you loved when damian marked you. you just didn’t want to have marks where in less than 24 hours you had a live event to attend, the one where families would be there with their kids and you, being a lovely babyface, had to behave like one.
meaning you had to stop and greet all the kids present at the event. you loved it, of course, you just didn’t want marks to show on that day, especially with kids being involved.
“damian please…i’m serious, no marks tonight…”
damian knew that tone and he knew you were serious.
“what if i mark you where people can’t see it?” he proposed.
“then what’s the fun part of showing the world who i belong to?” you teased him back.
“love, you are not helping tho…” he chuckled “but…not the whole world has to see this, just one person i have in mind…”
“who?” you asked.
“you know who…”
“damian” you laughed a little but stopped when you saw he was being serious “you know he doesn’t think of me like that, do you?”
“then why does he keep flirting with you? i don’t understand, i absolutely despise la knight for even thinking he could get with my woman…so please, let me show him who do you belong to” he teased you with his thumb over your clit “he will never see you like this, naked and panting for me, all for me…”
damian wasn’t stupid. he knew la knight had a crush for you. he couldn’t deny he enjoyed it seeing him so desperate to have his way with you but at the same time he couldn’t handle the possibility of seeing you with another man. he loved you and he knew you loved him too, but he had insecurities too and his biggest fear was to lose you.
so he had to mask all of those insecurities behind the bad boy mask.
“i’m yours damian…but please, no marks, please baby” you were serious. damian knew better to piss you off. he knew you took your job seriously and he didn’t want to upset you.
“i’ll see what i can do…” he smiled before moving his lips around your nipples. he teased them, giving them equal attention. he took his time with you, his fingers slowed down a little, his thumb circling your clit while his teeth were biting into the skin of your breast.
“oh shit…damian please…” you didn’t know what you were begging for.
“you like that uh? my little brat likes being treated like that” his teeth around your nipple, making you jump a little.
you knew hickeys were going to show up all over your boobs but honestly you didn’t mind. as you told damian before - places nobody would be able to see.
his lips moved over your thighs, your most sensitive part. he gently kissed your skin, moving from thigh to thigh, giving them the same amount of love.
“patience my love…” he saw you squirming under his touch. the sight of you naked was almost enough to make him cum right on the spot “let me taste that sweet pussy please” he said, leaving kisses over your clit, teasing you and making you even wetter.
you couldn’t handle his teasing no more “please damian, i need it” a single tear fell from your eye.
damian loved to tease and play with you but not tonight. he knew about the hard week you had and the fact that you had to leave wednesday for a live event while he had to stay at home was making the little time you had together even more special.
he took one minute to just admire you.
to admire the work of art over your breast.
your nipples red and the skin around them turning into a light purple colour. he was proud of himself but he knew the job wasn’t finished yet.
“tell me if it gets to much okay? i want you to enjoy it…”
“okay papi” you teased making him chuckle.
“oh shut up” he laughed before attaching his lips to your clit. your hips buckled into his mouth from the stimulation and he had to circle your chest with his muscular arm to make you stop moving.
“oh shit damian…right there please” you moaned when you felt his fingers moving again inside of you.
“you taste so fucking sweet mi amor” he whispered into your pussy, making you vibrate and shake under his body “you’re so beautiful princesa, naked and crying for me, i want to show the world how pretty you are” he said curling his fingers to that sweet spot you love.
“oh fuck do it again…”
“yeah?” he curled his fingers again “like that?” he looked at you like you were his prey. you nodded, non trusting your words enough but damian was satisfied with your answer.
you felt his hand moving from your hips to your thighs, his palm resting on your left one before he gently lifted your leg over his shoulder. the new position made you feel things you never felt before.
“oh fuck fuck - shit” you moaned, more tears streaming down your face.
“is it okay mi amor?”
“yes fuck - more than okay…” he smiled.
“i’ll give you something else to scream for…” you whined at the lack of attention when he removed his fingers from you. his tip slowly teased your entrance, collecting your juices and gently pushing in “you were made for me mi amor…”
“right there please damian…fuck” you were heaven for him. your eyes closed, mouth open, tears streaming down your face, your hands and nails leaving marks into his back while he was slowly pounding into you, teasing you and making you feel all of his glory.
his hand went back to your thigh, holding it like his life depended on it. he loved every minute of that action “i can feel you’re close mi amor, come for me…”
“i need you to go faster please…” you gently asked him like he told you to and he happily obliged, hitting that spot faster and harder “damian fuck…” his movements were enough to make you cum on the spot.
he couldn’t keep it any longer and he spilled himself into you. what a sight seeing his cum coming out of you.
“fuck…you’re so beautiful, let me take a picture…” and he took a few pictures. the first one was you with open legs and his cum dripping from your pussy, the second one were your tits covered in a big purple bruise, your nipples still hard from the stimulation and the third one was you, your face, eyes closed and tears on your cheeks “these are my new favourite pictures” he said making you laugh.
when you came down from your high, you slightly move to sit on the bed and in that moment you saw red marks and hickeys everywhere. you didn’t mind your tits that much but the one on your thigh was huge “damian…”
“what? i didn’t leave any visible marks” he smiled looking at the pictures.
“this one…”
“no one has to see your thighs” he smirked.
“shit it’s huge…i will have to wear long pants”
“it’s a family show anyway, kids won’t be looking at your ass, dads will but i’m pretty sure it’s clear who you belong to…” he smirked at you, you joked punching his arm.
“what are you gonna do with the pictures?” you asked him. it wasn’t nothing new for you to take pictures of yourselves after or in the middle of sex, but you saw damian opening the chat with a specific person “damian?”
“he has to see who do you belong to” he smirked.
you honestly didn’t mind, in fact, it made you proud seeing damian so proud of it. so you agreed with him to send the pictures to la knight.
“he can watch but he can’t have you…” he said before pressing send.
mine, all mine he wrote before sending the pictures do la knight.
so, while la knight was shocked and terrified by damian at the same time, you were happily asleep in his big arms.
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Would you ever write reader and rafe running into ty at a frat party or something a few years into college and how that would go down? Or just what would ever happen if they saw him again?
omg yes!! rafe is so protective that he doesn’t even give ty a chance to see her 😭
set in the home before dark universe
she would be unable to erase the date ty’s set to be released from prison from her mind. at that point, she graduated and is working and engaged and living with rafe and every time she sees the date on her phone even weeks leading up to when he’ll be let out, she feels like she’s just as scared as she was the night he broke in.
the day before, she mentions it to rafe. he remembered. he hoped she didn’t. he can see the emptiness in her gaze. it’s the same look he saw when she went to the police to file the restraining order, the same look he saw throughout the trial. it’s like she gets so scared that her mind goes blank to keep her from losing it.
he loves her too much to allow her to relive any of it.
rafe calls the lawyer who helped her through the case, asking what to do if ty tries to contact his fiancée. she tells him the protective order has lapsed at this point and ty technically can be in her vicinity, can even talk to her, and he wouldn’t be breaking any laws.
rafe is fuming. but he’s not surprised. he always found the law to be senseless. and he knows he’ll have to take matters into his own hands.
within a day, rafe tracks him down. night has just fallen as he pounds on ty’s front door, in a rundown dingy apartment building on the south side of the island, purposely covering the peephole.
when ty opens the door, he wavers in fear, trying to swing the door shut but rafe already has a foot in the space.
ty shuffles backwards, clearly terrified of the man who shot him years ago.
“what do you want?” he asks rafe, trying to sound steady. “what are you doing here?”
“you need to leave town,” rafe tells him. “do you understand? go wherever the fuck you want. i don’t give a shit where. but leave.”
rafe feels the side of him he hasn’t felt in a long time coming out. pure rage boils through him. he could kill this man for the mark he left on the love of his life. he could do it with his bare hands.
“you think i don’t want to?” ty says, up against a wall now. “my parents cut me off after… listen, i don’t want to be here. everyone knows me. they know what happened. i’d love to get off this fucking island. but this is all i can afford right now.”
rafe considers him, his fists clenched at his sides. and he realizes things are different now. he can’t just give into his aggressive impulses whenever he wants. his choices affect her. he’s building a life with her.
he could kill ty. honestly, he would. but to put her through the consequences of committing a crime like that isn’t worth it for rafe. no matter how much he loathes the person he’s looking at right now.
“how much?” rafe asks through gritted teeth. “how much for you to be gone for good?”
he wants to die at the thought of giving anything to ty, but really, he knows he’s giving something to her.
ty mutters a price, more than enough for transportation to the mainland and presumably a few months of rent, but it’s hardly pocket change to rafe. he tells him he’ll wire it to him and that he needs to be gone by tomorrow night.
then, rafe steps closer to him, grabbing his collar, staring at his frightened eyes.
“if i see you around here,” rafe threatens, “if i even hear about you around here, and i swear to god, if you try to get near her, i’ll kill you. do you understand?”
“yeah,” ty says shakily. “yeah. i understand.”
rafe gets home to his fiancée that night, finding her in front of the tv. she’s still not entirely herself, clearly on edge.
“hey,” she says. “where were you?”
rafe leans down, sitting next to her.
“you never have to worry about him again,” he says.
“rafe…” she says, face dropping in worry, immediately knowing who he’s talking about.
“i didn’t do anything to him,” he says. “but you won’t see him around. he’s leaving the island.”
“h-how?” she stammers.
“how about this?” rafe says, shifting closer to her. “how about i promise you that he’s gone and we never have to talk about him again? it’s like he never existed, alright?”
her eyes sweep over his face, her breathing suddenly fast.
“okay,” she finally whispers. she trusts in him wholeheartedly.
rafe confirms that ty is gone the next day, his apartment already up for rent.
for the next few weeks, he doesn’t let his girl out of his sight. he hires a private investigator, who finds ty on living in the mainland like he said he would be.
eventually, rafe can breathe easy. and when he sees her slowly acting like herself again, unafraid to go out into public, he knows he did his job.
he has always wanted to take care of her. even when they were just a couple of kids. he’ll keep her safe until his last day on earth. and by the way she falls asleep curled up to him every night, he can tell that she knows she’s protected.
as they lie in bed, her hand is on his chest, and he wonders if she knows that every one of the heartbeats she’s feeling is for her.
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YOU BETTER WRITE VIRGIN LOSER G!P MINJEONG WHERE SHES LIKE
“y/n i have no idea where your clit is can you help me out :((??”
and then once she shoves her cock inside she’s like “damn its so… tight um nngh” and then she cums bc shes such a loser
OMG my first ask is one of my fave writers🙊 Imma flex yes bdjdndk 😎
OK BUT all this starting because I was bullying minjeong in the chat so you know I have to make it virgin loser g!p jeongie x bully (but not really) reader.
Going from daily annoying her; taking her books and stretching so she won’t be able to reach for them, pushing her out of the way, stealing her dessert knowing damn well she was excited to eat it :( “Thank you Jeongie I was hungry byeee” and you would kiss her on the cheek, making her shy and buying you enough time to run away with the food “y/n wait! That’s unfair :(” like poor puppy 🥺
To constantly teasing her. Trapping her against her locker every morning, saying “good morning Jeongie” right on top of her lips making her sigh and completely blanks out, teasing her every time she talked with a girl and looked shy or nervous (minjeong didn’t know this was out of jealousy ‘cause why is anybody talking to YOUR loser?), calling her out and telling her she was such a virgin, Sitting on her lap before the class starts and she just gasps because you keep moving. Why are you doing this to her??? when you have a perfect chair right next to her (yes, she was your seat mate, how unlucky for her huh?) And she just doesn’t have the courage to tell you to move (plus even tho it was wrong it felt too good). You’re so busy saying how she’s such a nerd because of her little Pokemon stickers and plushies that mind you were a gift from her other nerdy friends (yes the other Aespa girlies), that you don’t notice how you’re affecting her 😭 until you feel something hard against your ass and when you instinctively were to get up she automatically grabs your hips to stop you fbdkdn
“Oh someone is enjoying herself a little too much huh little pervert? You’ve probably never had a girl on your lap before.” you whisper in her ear with such a mean smirk and she just whimpers because it’s so embarrassing that is true:((( she got hard in class and right in front of her crush bully. She was gonna panic and then you just “Don’t worry puppy, I’ll help you after class. Just behave until we’re out.”
AND MINJEONG IS ABOUT TO LOSE IT ‘CAUSE NOBODY HAS EVER SAID SOMETHING LIKE THAT TO HER???? but she’s an obedient puppy so she does as you say. She was trying to distract herself from the literal fear she was feeling thinking about what you were gonna do to her. She has never done shit with nobody so she was genuinely nervous 😭 until she felt your hand under her desk, teasing her over her pants. Minjeong looked at you almost begging you to stop because that poor creature felt like she could come right there in that classroom, but you simply told her to stay quiet with your finger, so she had to endure the rest of the lecture with her boxers wet with her precum 💀. After class she got up super fast, covering herself with her bag actually considering running away feeling too scared of pussy but you grabbed her arm firmly.
“Your car or mine?” You asked her. She gulped, catching herself unable to escape you. “wait you don’t have one I remember. You’re always walking home. Lame. C’mon.” Why are you so mean 😭
“A-are you sure that’s a good idea? I thought you were joking…” she said with her little shy voice 🥺 she’s so pathetic and cute. The reason you loved annoying the sht outta her was because of how endearing you found her! She was such a cute little loser who just needed to get ruined.
You rolled your eyes and simply dragged her to your car. Once you got to your place you lost no time and pushed her to your bed, straddling her and kissing her and when I tell you Minjeong can’t stay still 😭 she doesn’t know how to act or what to do she just knows 1. She needs to get her pants out of the way NOW and 2. You were the only one who could help her right now. “Y/n.. please” she’d moan, feeling you moving on top of her again, this time with much more intension. She kept pushing her hips up trying to get more friction. “God you’re so desperate, can’t even let me have my fun before we start” you’d scold but bro fvck you you were just as desperate, you just knew how to hide it better. But it became too hard to hide the way your mouth was almost drooling once you put minjeong’s pants and boxers down because this girl is BIG. And not only big but also idk her dick is just so.. pretty?! Knfkfj like it just looks so amazing, size aside Idk-
So you wasted no time and put her dick inside your mouth, as deep as possible and goshhh minjeong’s eyes went completely to the back of her head. She’s never felt such sensation. Getting deepthroated during your first blowjob is an experience not a lot of people get so she was lucky af “aghh.. y/n.. oh my..~” she’d moan your name so softly it was almost heart melting. That if it wasn’t ‘cause she was literally balls deep inside your throat- anyway. She did sound both so hot but so cute, moaning and whimpering and grabbing your hair a little bit with her shaky hands Aww. You thought she was just a sensitive one but oh stupid you how didn’t you notice it was more than just that??
Once you could feel her breathing a little too irregular, knowing she was close, you got up not wanting her to come yet. You heard her groaning and laughed at her. “Shut up, you’re not the only one who gets to feel good here are you?” You teased her while getting completely naked and Omg 😳 minjeong’s face got sooo red ‘cause she has never seen a girl naked before. So she quickly covered her eyes and you thought she was just a shy loser bsdjfn “I literally just had your cock in my mouth what are you so shy about” “y/n! Hmmm…”. But she said nothing else and once she took her hands off her face you were lying down right in front of her, looking like a goddess and Omg 😵💫 her brain stopped working. She’s trying to learn so the best next step would be to get closer and kiss you right? Yes. So that she does, getting in between your legs trying to do it as confident as possible. “Fuck me, jeongie~” you whispered in her ear and gosh she was so ready for it but also so naive about how that was gonna happen 😭 the few videos her useless pervert friends have shown her are those where you can’t see Wtf is going on between the couple’s legs. Her cock was right against your clit (but she didn’t know that lmao) so when she moved and you moaned ‘cause of the friction, she connected it with her doing something right, so she continued but since the contact was also making her feel good, she started moving faster and a little.. abrupt 😭
her cock moved up a little too much. She was too shy to look so the tip literally ended up resting on your bellybutton BSKSNSKS. Minjeong didn’t notice it but you did. She rubbed it against your body a little bit and for the first couple seconds you thought she was just trying to tease you in her own weird nerd way but you grew both tired of that and desperate to feel her deep inside you already so you told her to stop playing and fuck you already. Poor thing panicked again 😭 she grabbed her cock and stared at it and then at your pussy, not knowing how was she supposed to do this 💀but you were always teasing her about being a virgin so at least you knew and it wouldn’t be so weird if she asked for help right? Right?
“Umm.. y/n?” She’d start, clearly confused and nervous. Which made YOU confused ‘cause why the fuck wasn’t she inside you yet?? “It’s just I’m not sure how.. you know.” And Omg that’s when it hit you. “I don’t wanna do something wrong or hurt you or-”
“Hold on. Minjeong.. have you done this before??”
“Hmm? No? I-I thought you knew. You’re always calling me a virgin!” She answered in a defensive tone lol but that’s ‘cause wdym you didn’t know 😨 now she was even more nervous and embarrassed!
“It was just to tease you! How would I know that? But gosh you are pathetic.”
“And you’re so mean :(” Dbdkfn Aww leave her aloneee🥺🥺 “could you ugh.. help me out please? I wanna make you feel good :(” and Aww how could you be mean to her when she was saying those things and asking for help with such a cute face 🥺 you just sighed and rolled your eyes before smiling at her softly.
“Here.” You started, grabbing her cock, making her groan and bite her lip (that woman is hot 🫵🏼). “So right here is the clit, pay attention to this ‘cause the more you stimulate it the better I’ll feel.” You explained to her, teasing yourself with the tip of her cock. And she just went ohhh :o with those puppy eyes she has dndnfk fvckin loser melts my heart istg. You started guiding her a little lower, so she could finally get inside your hole. You decided to move and get the tip inside yourself which with how big she was, was already your own little challenge “g-god.. now you just push it more.. a-and fuck me already.” You told her, already needing more of her. And so she slowly started pushing her cock deeper and deeper inside your pussy, mumbling about how good you felt, her head already in the clouds. Once she was fully in, you let out a big trembling sigh trying to get used to such a big thing inside you. Minjeong was trying her best to stay in a slow tempo at first, worried she might hurt you because you had a painful expression 🥺 but baby didn’t know that it was both hurting but feeling so fucking good. Until you basically ordered her to go faster, while your nails went to her back.
So she started fucking you deep and fast, making you moan so loud which only motivated her to go faster and faster “God you’re so tight.. so warm… hmmgn feels too good y/n… y/n!” She’d cry with a string of voice. She was pounding you so good, grabbing your legs and sucking on your nipple like a fucking baby. It was all way too good. Before you were even closer to your own climax tho she was already coming inside you 💀 poor loser barely lasted but cmon cut her some slack she is a virgin anyway. Plus you can always train her so she’ll get better with time 😌(and when I add cockwarming her in the future then what). She came so much inside you it was dripping down your thighs once she pulled out and it looked so fucking hot… but poor baby felt embarrassed :c
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to finish so fast, you just feel too good..” she said out of breath with a pout :( Aww she thought y’all were done silly puppy.
“It’s ok, it’s not like we’re done anyway” you told her and she just tilted her head looking at you, until you turned her around and started riding her 😭 you hadn’t come yet >:( you didn’t care if it was her first time or not, you were gonna teach her how to make you come with her cock from day one. And that’s how you spent the whole night milking that girl until she actually passed out ‘cause of the overstimulation bdidnds. Needless to say her cock was still inside you as you both fell asleep <3
Y’all’s morning routine barely changes dnndkf. Just that now you drive her to school whenever you spend the night together and take her home after class. You keep teasing her every morning against her locker, but now before saying good morning (like you didn’t see her literally the moment you woke up) you actually kiss her, always pulling her lip making her lose her train of thought and she just sighs and follows you to the classroom with the silliest dreamy expression in her face 😭 she’s such a cutie.
(puppy! minjeong agenda preacher here as you noticed)
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SANEMI HEAD CANONS
(as determined in the previous poll)
Hello everyone! Thanks so much for all of the 300+ votes I got on that poll, that’s like crazy 😦 rengoku and sanemi tied so we’re just gonna write for both! Rengoku’s will be in a separate post because imma be shitfaced when I’m done with this.
These head canons will involve sfw and nsfw, so if you are a minor please do not read past the part labeled NSFW
Warnings: Smut, Fem reader
(MINORS DO NOT CONTINUE AFTER THE NSFW LABEL I AM SLASH SRS)
Sanemi
Sfw
He’s a cold guy, giving out glares to anyone that looks in his direction.
But for you, his eyes briefly soften.
He refuses to admit it, but he truly turns into mush when you’re around.
Always keeps a hand on one of your body parts, hand, thigh, waist. He’s extremely protective, especially after losing the majority of his loved ones. He swears to protect you forever. Poor genya
Shows more affection when the two of you are alone, not wanting his coworkers to see him all lovey dovey. Only you get to see that
He’s like one of those guys that talk to you in a baby voice asking for attention but then the moment someone walks into the room his voice drops like 5 octaves.
Literally will not let you get out of bed earlier than him. Like his arms anchor you to the bed.
If you’re also a hashira, he makes sure that you both are always assigned together on missions. He knows you are capable enough to take care of yourself, but he can’t help the fear of not being there when you need him.
Trains with you but absolutely refuses to actually spar you. He couldn’t bare the thought of accidentally hurting you.
If he’s called out on his love for you in public he literally turns into a tomato.
NSFW
Oh boy, this guy is insane
He wants to love and cherish your beautiful body but he can’t help but feel the need to claim you
Once you give him the go ahead, he quite literally pounces on you.
Eats you out for hours, it’s basically impossible to pry him off.
Will start out by teasing you, giving small kitten licks to your wetness. He loves the frustrated face you make when he doesn’t give you what you want.
Cant tease forever, he yearns to see you throbbing with pleasure.
When he starts sucking your clit, you almost double over.
This man has a goal and he IS going to get it.
doesn’t even think about his own needs until his face and fingers are drenched in your arousal.
When he finally gets to the real shit, he starts extremely slow. Not wanting to hurt you.
He gives you time to adjust before carefully thrusting into you
However, when pleased mewls began to erupt from your mouth, he simply cannot hold back any longer
Bro changes his pace entirely, gripping onto your thighs and pulling his hips all the way back.
At first, you’re confused, but then he slams himself back into you.
Your breath literally disappears from your lungs as he feverishly thrusts into you.
Please pull his hair
He Bites and sucks on your neck whilst your fingers curl into his white locks.
Reaches his free hand down to passionately rub your clit, quite different from his hips roughly knocking into yours.
When you begin to reach your climax, he nearly finishes from the sight of you.
As your back arches in pleasure, his fingers quicken and his hips continue their pace.
When your orgasm hits, his does as well. The both of you moaning and riding out your high’s together.
immediately gets you water and makes sure you are okay.
Aftercare 100000%
Runs a nice bath and washes your hair for you
don’t comment on his flushed face.
If you fall asleep in the bath, he’ll dry you off and carry you to bed.
I hope you guys liked this!! I’m going to continue rengoku’s part in a separate post, I’ll probably write it later tonight after I shower and do my 1000 step skin care routine.
Comments, likes, reblogs are all appreciated!!
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Run Rabbit Run .10
Yandere!Eustass Kid x F!Reader
Warnings: Death, blood mentions, physical abuse, violence, implied non-con, slight non-con, not edited for shit cause it took too long to type in general
A/N: This part is all in the eyes of Kidd so enjoy. I'm so happy for this shit to be finally published cause it took me too fucking long to do. Also working on new writing styles cause i need to be a perfectionist
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“Look at them run! This is gonna be a fun island to ransack.”
“We should find the mayor and ask him where he keeps the town's treasury.”
“Good thinking, Killer.”
Even with the conversation so short, it spoke volumes as the Victoria Punk docks on the island. The beautiful blue skies shone down on the new and upcoming worst-generation supernova. With only a few months under his belt, his name was still feared throughout the south blue. His bounty getting higher and higher with every new poster.
He has yet to lose to any marine or pirate ship. Every battle he wins only makes him all the more feared, and his crew is just as terrifying as himself. Being known for his bloodthirsty ways, people would usually give him their prized possessions just to make sure they stayed clear of his wraith. But even then, sometimes, it wasn’t enough.
“This island is smaller than I thought, but it’s still mostly populated. More people, more treasure.”
“I haven’t seen any marines since we’ve docked, no boats or anything. Do you think this island isn’t under the eye of the world government?”
“Don’t matter to me. If marines try to stop me, I’ll just crush them.” The sinister chuckle that left the man’s lips made even the strongest marine tremble. Now, with a rushing set of footsteps coming towards him, Kidd continues to smirk.
A man about his own age was running full speed at him. A look of rage crossed his features as he clutched a knife tightly in his hands. Compared to himself, the man was nothing more than a twig. No muscle or anything to back him up with the fight he was looking for.
“Oh, this outta be fun.”
“Damn pirates! Leave our island alone!” The man lifts his arm to strike the notorious captain, only to be stopped by a suffocating grip. Without a second thought, Kidd’s hand gripped the scrawny man’s neck as he lifted him up. The man drops the knife to try and pry off the hand, squeezing his throat.
“How pathetic! A string bean like you thinks he can tell me what to do?” Kidd squeezes the man's throat harder and lifts him so they're eye to eye.
“News flash, I don’t like when people tell me what to do. I’ll show you what happens to people who do.” Clawing at Kidd’s hand, the man begins to see black in his vision as he starts to gasp.
“Please let my son go! He’s the only family I have!” An old man shows up hobbling fast towards Kidd and his crew. A cane in his left hand as he struggles to stay up.
“I don’t feel like it. Little fucker thinks he can try to attack me. Yet he didn’t even land a hit like the pathetic little thing he is.” Kidd laughs at the old man’s worried expression.
“I’ll do anything! Just please let my son go!” The old man gets on his hands and knees, begging the ruthless pirate for mercy.
“Bring me your mayor, and I’ll think about it.”
“I am the mayor! I promise, Captain Kidd, as I have the key to City Hall and everything!” The old man pulls out a key from his pants and lifts it towards Kidd.
“Well, would you look at that? How convenient. I didn’t even have to waste time searching.” Using his devil fruit powers, Kidd gravitates the key to his open hand. Looking at the key in his hand, he looks to his friend.
“What ya think, Killer? Should I let the small fry go?”
“Might as well. We have the mayor right here.”
“Looks like it’s your lucky day. Now scram before I change my mind.” The man is dropped with a thud. Holding his throat, he coughs harshly, with tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. Air finally returns to his lungs.
“Run home, son. Everything will be fine! Just go home.”
“But father-”
“Go home!” Despite his pleas, the scrawny man follows his father's orders. His throat bruised as he struggles to walk. His head spinning as the lack of oxygen has taken its toll. A crippling fear plagues the son as he walks home with unstable legs. The safety of his father was all he could think about.
“Now that that little nuisance is out of the way, we can finally get what we came here for.” Turning his attention to the old man, Kidd looks down at him.
“You either give us all the treasure this town has in its treasury, or I go back and break your son's scrawny little neck.” The mayor looks in horror at the man before him.
“I can’t! We’ve been saving it to build a marine base on the island! It’s taken us years to save up that money!” Kidd only laughs in the old man’s face.
“Too bad, old man! Now, you either give us all the treasure this shit town has to offer, or you’ll see its ashes fall from the sky!”
“But! The people need that for-” Not letting the old man finish, Kidd kicked him backwards. His fragile body hits the ground and is knocked out cold.
“Wrong answer, old fool! Burn it down and take everything! Leave no stone unturned!” Kidd watched his crew scatter before starting to break into businesses, houses, and other structures. Glass shattering, and the newfound screams sounded like music to his ears.
“Heat!” Calling out to his crew, he watches the bluenette approach him.
“Yeah Captain?”
“I want you to go kill that brat while burning down buildings.”
“Sounds good.”
Turning around laughing, Kidd’s amber eyes catch the glance of a woman hiding behind a building. Her face full of fear as she shook in her place. From where she stood, Kidd could see the way the light shone down on her. It gave her an almost angelic glow. For some reason, it ignited something inside him. Something that told him to ruin her. To rip off that halo and wings while he fucked her down to the second circle of hell. The image made him laugh as he began to move in her direction. Himmoving in the woman’s direction caused her to finally flee.
“Cat and mouse, aye?” Kidd snickers as he beckons the woman back; any metal she was wearing would drag her right back to him. He watches her stop in her tracks before being pulled back to him at full speed. Her shrieks of terror cause him to lick his lips.
The woman’s back collided with Kidd’s chest as he grabbed her wirst in an iron grip.
“Where do you think you're going?” The woman looked up at him, and he smiled at her. He watched her tremble in place.
“Y-Your Eustass Kidd…”
“Damn right. What? You afraid?” The way she uttered his name made the fire inside him only burn brighter. A delicate little thing like her screaming out his name as he left bruises on her skin had his mind running with wild thoughts.
“Please! Just let me go! I’ll give you all the money I have. Just please let me go!” He watched in amusement as the woman tried to twist and turn out of his grip. The hope dying in her eyes felt like an addictive drug. While taking in the woman's fear, he noticed a ring adorning her finger and a metal circle on your left wrist.
“Now, why would I let something I caught fair and square go?” Finally pulling her left arm closer to his view, he finds that the circle of metal adorning her wrist was, in fact, supposed to be a bracelet. A very shitty stainless steel bracelet that he could have easily made with his eyes closed.
“Your shitty stainless steel bracelet betrayed you, princess.” The nickname fell off his tongue so smoothly that it was almost like honey. He could feel his heart quicken at the little nickname that he decided there and then.
“My fiance worked hard to make it for me!”
“Don’t make me laugh! This is the shittest piece of jewelry I’ve ever seen!” How horribly it was made felt like an insult to him. He swore a baby could make one better. Using his power, Kidd manages to contort the ugly bracelet off the woman's wrist. He brought it closer to his face just to look at it once more, and that’s when he saw the flaw in the metal. He sees the woman reach for it but simply lifts it up out of her reach to inspect it more.
“Give it back!”
“It’s ain’t even pure stainless steel. Pathetic. Not even detailed, just a circle of metal." Using his devil fruit, he crushes the bracelet into the form of a ball. Small enough to be a bullet.
“Repel.” A laugh escapes him as he watches the small ball shoot into a store window. It shatters the entire thing and breaks something inside. Now, turning back to the woman, he smirks.
“Now, c’mon. You’re coming with me.” The woman's nails dig into Kidd’s hand. Her desperate attempt at freedom only made his lust for her grow.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be, princess. I’m not a very patient person.” The woman's mouth opens to say something, but a loud voice pulls his attention away.
“(Y/N)! Get your hands off of her, you filithy pirate!” So that was your name? It felt fitting for a little thing like yourself. A lovely little princess like you with such an angelic name.
Looking at the person in front of him, he sees a ring adorning their left hand. It added up to the fact that this must be your fiance. AN annoyed look plastered on Kidd’s face as he realized that what should have been a quick thing was now actually gonna be a pain in his ass. Looking the fiance up and down, Kidd knew that they stood no chance against him. A single punch could take them down, no doubt.
“Is this your pathetic fiance? Ugh, I don’t have time to deal with you. I’ve got to take this treasure I found back to the ship.”
“(Y/N)’s not going anywhere with you! Let her go pirate!” Rage filled Kidd as another small fry thinks they can tell him what to do.
“Run (....)! He’s going to kill you!” Kidd let go of your wrist for a second, only to wrap his arm around your torso. He pulled you close to his chest as he trapped your arms to your sides with his strong grip. While he’d love to turn your pathetic fiance into a bloody puddle, he just couldn’t wait to bring you back to the Victoria Punk for safekeeping.
“Killer!” Not even seconds pass before his best friend shows up next to him.
“Yeah, Kidd?”
“I need you to kill them. Little shit thinks they can tell me what I can and can’t do.” He watches his buddy look down at the horrified woman in his arms.
“Who’s she?”
“My new plaything, cutie, ain’t she?” Kidd laughs as he holds onto you tighter. Your smell was intoxicating with how close you were to him.
“No! Leave them alone!”
“Alright, let’s go.” Kidd turns around just in time so you don’t see Killer murdering your fiance. But the screams could still be heard. He looks down and sees tears slipping down your cheeks as you weep in his grasp. The pathetic fiance felt like a worthless thing to cry about, in his personal opinion. But seeing your tears had his pants growing tighter.
“What a pretty sight, don’t you think?” The look of horror on your face as you watched your town burn to the ground made Kidd feel like we were on cloud nine. He just knew that the little angel he plucked from gods hand would surely be a fuck to experience.
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“Oi Kidd.”
“What is it Killer?” Watching his friend approach him, Kidd simply took a hard drink of the alcohol in his hand. His eyes scanned the bar as he watched multiple women look at him with less-than-holy intentions.
“Do you want me to go unlock that chick on the ship now? She’s been on the ship since we took her from that island a week ago? Plus, you're at the bar getting plastered and beckoning other women over.”
“Nah. Keep her there a little longer. Plus, where would she go? It’s not like she has a home to go back to. I could honestly keep her as long as I want!” Laughing, Kidd took another swing of his drink. Having a personal fleshlight aboard the ship at all times was an opportunity only a fool would pass up.
“If you say so.”
“Come get a drink, Killer! Unwind and enjoy the lack of Marines!” Chugging down the alcohol, Kidd slammed down the empty glass on the table. His eye scanned the room, and despite the multiple women that occupied the bar, none gave him that rush that you did when he first saw you. While there were women who looked at him with lust, the fear that was in your eyes made more of an impact on his sexual desires.
Sure, he’s taken women to the Victoria Punk, but they're always gone before sunrise. No woman he’s brought to bed has ever spent a full day on the ship. Until you came along. You’ve spent a full week under the deck of the Victoria with only him and Killer knowing. And it’ll stay that way if he could help it. Having a secret little place to relieve his stress and get his fill sounded perfect for when he was stuck on the seas without a bar to be seen.
A little wingless angel stuck in the dark.
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Stumbling along the hallways, Kidd can’t help but chuckle as he makes his way to your room. He’s been drinking till the early before a sudden lust flooded his body. The image of you laying beneath him was too stong to ignore. He wanted to hear your cries and moans. Wanted to feel your nails dig into his skin and cause him too bleed.
When he opened the door that kept you locked away, he saw you sleeping peacefully. Your face content as you lay on the tattered blankets that used to hold prisioners. The light giving him just enough to walk towards a crate to light up a lantern. Once he closed and locked the door again, the lantern was now the only sorce of light.
He stumbled over to where your head lay before sitting down. The vibrations caused you to stir, yet you refused to awaken fully. It caused a scowl to appear on Kidd’s painted lips before he tugged on a strand of your hair. The shock of your hair being tugged made your hand go to soothe the throb that followed suit.
Rubbing your eyes, you look up.”Kidd? W-Why are you here? It’s late.” Your confusion was clear in your voice, but Kidd paid no mind.
“Mmm…gonna fuck ya. Wanna hear my princess cry out my name.” Slurring his speech, Kidd laughs as he grabs your wrist and drags you up to him. The chain attached to your ankle rattled as he had you face to face.
The fear that still swirled in your eyes got him drunker than any alcohol could ever do. Your soft skin against his rough, calloused hands felt as if he were touching something sacred.
Grabbing your chin, he pulls you in for a kiss. He could feel you try to pull away, but you were no match for his strength, and he loved that. How weak you were compared to him had his already hard cock throbbing. You were the defenseless little princess who relied on him for everything.
The kiss only got deeper as he spurred himself on in his head. He pushed his tongue past your lips and groaned when he felt your own. Your taste was sweet as he explored your mouth. No matter how many times he’s kissed you, it always felt just as electric as it did the day he first kissed you. Your lips are so soft as they smudged his lipstick with how harshly he was kissing you.
Wrapping his hands around your wrists, he slammed you down on the ground before climbing on top of your body. His lips were still locked with yours as your scent overwhelmed him. It sent a fire hot sensation in his abdomen as he started to press closer to you.
Bringing both wrists above his head, he holds them both with one hand. With his other hand now free, he runs his fingertips underneath your shirt. He feels you shiver against his touch, and it causes one to go down his own spine.
Pulling his lips away from yours, a thick strand of saliva connected his mouth to yours. Hearing you gasp and pant for breath makes him slightly grip your wrists harder as he stares down at you. Your lips were swollen from his harsh kiss and sporting the lipstick that once adorned his own lips.
“K-Kidd, you're drunk. Perhaps you should just sleep. You don’t want a hangover, do you?” The nervousness and pleas that slipped past your lips went unheard by him. All he could see was his princess lying under him. Even though you tried to squirm and wiggle away, all Kidd felt was you rubbing against him.
“Fuck.” Kidd whispers under his breath as he begins to rub his clothed cock against you. His face is right above yours as he feels your breath fanning against his face. Through his lidded eyes, Kidd can see your eyes are closed, and you're biting your bottom lip.
Moving both your wrists to one hand, Kidd uses his free one to grab your chin. “Fucking look at me. I want you to look at me while I fuck you.” Kidd can feel his heart double in speed when he’s met with your eyes staring at him intensely yet glassy.
Kidd groans out before licking his lips. Letting go of your chin, Kidd reaches down to unbuckle his pants. His eyes still strained on you and he can’t help but notice all the bites and bruises he’s adorned on your body since you’ve been here. It only makes Kidd’s need for you higher.
“What if we do this tomorrow?” Your words break through Kidd’s lust-clouded mind. ”You won’t even remember this since you're drunk, right? We can do it tomorrow!” Beads of sweat dropped from your forehead as you talked to Kidd. Obviously hoping that he might fall for the bait.
Kidd’s eyes stare at you before letting out a yawn. He didn’t say anything for a few seconds before getting up and moving away from your body. Only to grab it seconds later and drag you to lay on the tattered blankets. He fell on top of you, making you let out an ‘oof’.
The warmth your body excluded made made Kidd’s eyes grow heavy as he let out another yawn. Placing his head onto of your breasts, he allowed his drunken self just an hour or two to sleep before going back into his own quarters. No harm in a measly two hours.
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The sky filled with smoke as Kidd angrily desetroyed anything he deemed mocked him. Living or not, his anger was his own fault as ahe had no one to blame but himself. Ever since that drunken night he slept by your side, he’s never been able to sleep normally again.
Before he used to sleep all throughout the night but now. He’d wake up every two hours reaching out for someoen that wasn’t there. He’s never slept with someone all night. Or at all. But now that he’s gotten a taste of what it felt like to sleep next to someone, it wans’t something his body could sleep without. And it pissed him off.
Sure, he loved fucking you whenever he wanted, but now, it’s like he can’t go even an hour without thinking about you. Working in his workshop became a pain in the ass as he could be working on his crew’s weapons only to see your eyes staring at him in his imagination. How blown over they are when he fucks you or how you looked at him when he even enters a room.
He couldn’t even sleep with other women anymore cause his mind kept going to you! All there was was you. It pissed him off to the point he didn’t bother seeking you out of your company for a week and counting. A small part of him begged to go below deck to see the angel he stole from god. Yet the other him spoke curses on how you’ve affected him. It felt as if his head was splitting from the battle going on inside him.
“You're scowling more than usual. What’s wrong?” His friend's voice broke through his thoughts as he stood next to him.
Running a hand through his hair, Kidd hisses. “It’s not something you can help with, so buzz off.”
“Is it about that girl below deck?”
“(Y/N).”
“Yeah her?”
“No.”
“Liar.” Snapping his head towards the masked man, Kidd glared at him.
“Something obviously happened, so stop trying to act like nothing did.” Killer crossed his arms as he looked at his stubborn friend.
“She’s invading my mind like a damn disease! Can’t even go an hour without her popping up in my mind! Not to mention, I haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in a month!”
“Can’t even fuck another whore without imagining it’s her! It’s pissing me off! Is this some sort of devil fruit?!” A snort comes from behind Killer’s mask, making Kidd madder.
“Jesus christ, your so stupid.”
“I’m not fucking stupid! If you know what's wrong with me, then spit it out!”
“It’s called falling in love, you idiot.”
Kidd’s eyes widened as he felt his heart stop. “No shot! That’s the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard! I’m not falling in love.”
“Oh really? Well then, let her go, it’s been six months-”
“-No.”
“You're not in love with her, but you refuse to let her go?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, Kidd. Whatever you say.”
~~~
Bursting open the door, Kidd stomps through his room. His rage fills the small space as his heart beats harshly. Once again, a marine ship ruined his supply trip to an island. While normally he wouldn’t care and go on and fight, Killer advised against it. Kidd had a good amount of sake a few hours earlier and wouldn’t be on his A game if they took charge.
While Killer was right, Kidd was still upset that he wouldn’t be able to get supplies for his crew for another day till they reached the next island. His crew had to go hungry for a day simply because of some annoying marines.
“God fucking damnit! Those fucking marines keep getting in my way!” Kidd’s eyes scan the room as he tries to find something to throw. When his eyes landed on a metal butterfly he made for you, he grabbed it off the dresser in a quick movement.
“Fuck!” Throwing it as hard as he could, he aimed for the bedroom door, which was already covered in marks from the other times he'd thrown knives at the door. The sound of a sucked-in breath makes him snap his head in your direction.
“What the fuck are you staring at?!” He watches you scoot away from him, and it only fuels his drunken rage. Who did you think you were to run away from him? To look at him with that face? Do you think it's funny when shit doesn't go his way?
His anger only heightened even more as he wrapped his hand around your foot. Digging his nails into your skin as he pulled you from him.
As soon as you were close enough to him, he grabbed your neck and lifted you into the air. “I said, what the fuck are you staring at?!” He watched you try to pry off his fingers off your neck. The small sting your nails brought only served to piss him off more.
“You're happy, aren’t you?! Do you think the Marines are going to catch me, and you’ll be free?! Is that it?!”
“I-I can’t breathe…Kidd please…” He watched as tears streamed down your face and onto his hand. The tear felt like a needle poking into his heart.
“Stupid bitch!” Stumbling over his own feet, Kidd chucks you against the wall. He watched you hit the wall and onto the floor with a loud ‘thud’ before what sounded like a crack whispered in his ears. He examines your body, not moving, and it causes a hard scowl on his face.
“Get up, damnit! I barely threw you!” Growling, Kidd wobbles over to your body before falling to his knees. His sight is blurry as his head seems to pound. When he slid his fingers through your hair, his brain failed to register the wet substance that coated his hand. He pulls on your hair so he can look you in the eyes.
“Fucking pathetic! Why do I even keep you around when you're so fucking useless?!” Your silence had Kidd’s drunken self slightly coherent.
“Hey! I’m talking to you! Don’t ignore me!” He grabs your face and, through his drunken haze, starts to see a red liquid drip down your face. A red handprint of blood was left on your cheek when he slightly moved his hand.
Your eyes fluttering shut made him sober up as the blood running down your face finally set in.
“Oi! Keep your eyes open!” Moving his hand in front of your face back and forth, his heart rate peaks when he finally watches your eyes fully close. Pulling your body close to his own, he grabs your shoulders and shakes you harder. Worry sets in as you don’t respond.
Picking you up to carry you, he hastly stumbles out of his room and makes a dash to the infirmary. The sound of his footsteps echoed through out the halls. His mouth goes dry as your lack of movement sobers him up to accurately find the room.
To his luck, Killer was already in the infirmary, counting on what they needed to restock.
“Killer, I fucked up.”
~~~
His eyes stared at the carved door as he laid his head on your chest. Your heartbeat pounding in his ears as he tried to ignore the small blood splatter on the floor that he forgot to clean up after the incident.
Your fingers running through his hair did little to calm the thoughts in his head. Even though he laid against you, he felt it wasn’t close enough. Close seemed to not be close enough.
Lifting his body up, he laid down next to you before he pulled you to his chest, you hair slightly tickling his skin. He wrapped his arms around you all the way to the point you wouldn’t be able to leave. Moving his legs, he tangled his limbs with yours. Only then did he feel you were close enough. Your scent a silent lullaby as he raced with thoughts. What if’s ran rampant.
‘What if I just took a nap instead?’
‘What if you got hurt even worse then i thought?’
‘What if you didn’t wake up?’
The thought of you no longer sharing his bed caused a panic to settle in Kidd’s stomach. Your warmth had become the only thing that allowed him to sleep peacefully. Hearing you breathe managed to be the only stress reliever that worked.
It was obvious to him now, that no matter what he might say, he couldn’t live without you.
~~~
The sound of the waves crashing against the beach felt like laughter as Kidd watched you sailing away on a ship he’d never seen before. His scream out to you echoed across the water only to come back to him, mocking him for being too late. Now, he got to watch the only thing that made him calm leave him.
The sand below him showed muddy footprints before being washed away by the ocean. Thunder and harsh rain poured down on Kidd, his hair sticking to his face as the rain pelted down his hair. Whether it was rain or tears that slid down his cheeks was anyone's guess. It felt as if time stopped while he tried to piece together what now?
His goal to find the one piece and become King of the Pirates still ran strong through his veins, but now it felt different. Not even days before this, he began to dream of when he’d finally be called King of the Pirates, when you’d be clinging to his arm and congratulating him, kissing him, and telling him you loved him. But now, that’s what it’d only be—a dream.
~~~
It’s been months since Kidd watched you sail away. Each night was plagued with that image of you sailing farther and farther away from him, every time only seconds late. Not a night went by where he didn’t wake up in a cold sweat. He’d reach out for you and be hit with the painful reminder that it was real—that you were gone.
Yet no matter where he went, it always felt like he saw you out of the corner of his eye. Or how sometimes he’d hear your voice in his ear. But when he turned to check it out, there was nothing. It felt as if he was going insane without you. And while there was intense longing, there was rage.
How dare you leave him? Don’t you know how much you meant to him? Hasn’t he shown he’s learned his lesson? He’s told you he loved you and you still left him. You have no one other then him, he made sure of it. Yet you still left.
Killer tried to tell him to get over you, that there were plenty of other fish in the sea, but he knew what he meant. He shouldn’t be shocked. You weren't even supposed to be with him for as long as you were. It was only a matter of time before the ‘relationship’ Kidd built with you would burn before his eyes. Even if he refused Killer’s words, any sane person would have agreed.
But now here he was, missing you with fury boiling inside him as he stared out over the crowd in the auction house. Privileged entitled assholes as far as the eye can see. All waiting for the show to begin.
~~~
Emotions pumped through his veins as he stared at himself in the mirror. A small splatter of blood on his cheek as all he could think about was you. How happy he was that you were back where you belonged. That after months of sleeplessness not knowing where you were, you were finally back in his arms. Whether you liked it or not wasn't something he cared to hear. He had you first. Those damn Straw Hats took you away, but now, you were back.
But you came back with a price.
Whatever happened in those months you were away changed you. All you did was fight and yell, scream and punch. Instead of the quiet angel he stole, a venomous fallen angel stood before him. But despite missing his fearful princess, the fight you put up managed to also have his blood pumping hotter. Watching you try to fight him only to lose gave him a high that only your fear could compare to.
Seeing your eyes widen in fear when he threatened to cut off your legs made a shiver of pleasure shoot up his spine. Even after you spit venom, he could not help but want you even more. Having you so close to him again made his body go haywire. Hearing you scream out in pain reminded him of when you screamed out his name in such a different, lustful tone. Watching tears stream down your face when he threw punch after punch had him resisting the urge to fuck you bloody and bruised.
While the image was tempting, he had things to do, and he couldn’t let you think you got away with it. So he’d just send Killer down to patch you up after you’d been drenched in your own blood for a while. Maybe it’ll give you some time to contemplate. But if not, that’s okay.
He kinda liked that taste of your blood.
~~~
His heart couldn’t help but leap when he felt your lips running smoothly against his own, your warm skin glowing underneath his fingertips as you cupped his face. A calm washed over him at the small gesture. He pulled you closer and kissed you deeper, never wanting to let you go. But when he pulled away for a breath, he saw the stains of his lipstick on your face, the sight making him smile.
Kidd couldn’t help but feel the shiver that ran down his spine when he felt your breath against his neck. The rigid, cold metal of the collar on your neck had him silently sick in a breath.
“If you're gonna make me a new collar, can it be one I can sleep in?” When you mumbled those words into his skin, flashbacks from that fateful day rushed back to him. How you got out of your collar, so he obviously had to make a bigger and better one. And now you're trying to get a different one?
“Do you know why you're in that collar?” He looked down and was met with your pleading eyes.
“I ran away.” Kidd grits his teeth and digs his fingers into his hips harshly. Anger starts to surface at the memories.
“Yeah, you did. How can I trust you not to do it again, hmm? This collar makes my devil fruit powers work even better than the last one. So why should I give rewards to bad girls?”
“Can I do something to make it up to you?” The idea Killer shut down a week ago comes back to his mind. He’s done a few good studies to understand how it works, and it sounds pretty easy—easy and a perfect way to show everyone who you belong to.
“Take off your shirt.”
“W-What?”
“You heard me. Take it off.” Kidd watches you with heat pooling in his abdomen as he takes longing glimpses at your bare chest.
“Back to me.” He watches you listen and can’t help but run his fingers along your skin. Tracing your spine causes a shiver to run down his.
Getting up, he placed you down on the chair before tying you to it with a piece of metal. The sight makes him bite the inside of his cheek.
“H-Hey! What the hell!” Kidd only laughed before turning away from you.
“You know, Killer originally talked me out of this, but since you wanted to be rewarded for bad behavior, I think it’ll go nicely with your new collar.” A rush of power surges through Kidd’s bones as he collects everything he needs.
“It’ll also show anybody who tries to take you away from me that you belong to me.” With his hands finally full, Kidd turns back to you. Your face goes rigid as he walks in your direction, which in turn makes you try to scoot away. Grabbing the side of the chair, he brings you back to him.
“Don’t worry, princess, I did my research.” A major rush of power flowed through Kidd's veins as he watched you struggle to escape.
“This is completely unreasonable! You can’t be serious!”
“You wanted to make it up to me? Well, here's your chance.” Kidd could see the panic in your eyes as he started to heat up the metal pole in his hands.
“There has to be something else, please, Kidd!” In a swift and rash motion, Kidd threw his hand towards you and felt your cheek collide with his knuckles.
“Be fucking grateful that I’m even giving you this chance! Those damn Straw Hats taught you that you can be a brat! I’m going to kill each one of those fuckers! I’ll do it in front of you so you can see what happens when you leave me!”
“You’ll never beat them! They’re gonna come for me and kick your ass!” Red clouded Kidd’s vision hearing your words. Grabbing your hair, he tugs it back so you face him. The tears in your eyes go ignored as Kidd’s grip on the metal pole tightens. He didn’t give you a second to speak before pushing the burning hot pole on your chest.
The scream you let out when the metal was fully pushed onto your skin swiped him out of his rage. The red that once blinded him was now gone as he quickly pulled away from you. He’d never heard something so ear-piercing and painful in his life. It echoed all throughout his workshop, and he felt a panic set in when he noticed he skipped a step in his rage and how you’ve now passed out.
“Shit! Shit! Oi, princess!” Grabbing your chin, his eyes studied your face to see any sign of consciousness, yet he was met with none. His heart rate spiked as he ripped away the metal he tied you with before carrying you bridal style. He rushed to the infirmary and cursed himself internally for not following all the steps as he tried to ignore the graphic third-degree burn on your chest.
~~~
All he could feel was numb, yet a pain that was indescribable when you moved his head to look at his arm. What once used to be a full limb was now nothing more than a stump. He could see his body covered in bandages as the memory of what happened came back to him. Words couldn’t seem to form as he felt his dreams crash down around him.
“You should lay down and make sure everything heals properly.” Using the arm he had left, Kidd pulled you onto his lap. Burying his head into your scarred chest, it's then that he feels the tears on his own cheeks.
He doesn’t know how long it’s been since he’s cried like this, or if he’s ever cried like this. Crying so hard that he struggled to breathe and began to shake. It felt like the walls were closing in on him as he cried into your chest. All he could think of was how would he become King of the Pirates with one arm? It set him back so much that he felt hopeless.
But when you wrapped your arms around him and slid your fingers through his hair, he pulled you closer despite his bandaged torso. The slight pain he felt was nothing compared to the pain he felt inside.
“Just breathe, okay? In and out.” Following your command, Kidd tries to copy your breathing despite continuing to cry. Your now-soaked shirt rubbed against his face, and it only worsened the pain in his heart.
The small and gentle tune you began to hum made his hold tighter. He never wanted to let you go as you comforted him when he needed you the most.
~~~
Kidd sat on a chair next to you in the hospital bed as worry and fear took over him. His anger once again took charge and caused him to hurt you horrifically. Seeing you laying there with bandages covering your head caused a guilt he’s never felt before. He remembered the amount of blood you lost when he ran you to the hospital. It dripped from your head all the way to the hospital.
He managed to nab a doctor right away and have him work on you. Every second you were in the surgery room felt like hell. And what the doctor told him what the diagnosis was made Kidd’s heart clench.
“Since she fell off your ship, there's no doubt she has a sort of head/brain trauma. Long-lasting effects could stem from this injury. Here’s a list of some effects that you can read while I go grab another IV bag.”
Which is where Kidd sat now. Watching you breathe. Watching you breathe with the crumbled up list in hand. Your eyes closed as you sleep, unaware of the wreck he is. Grabbing your hand, Kidd brought it close to his lips and kissed your knuckles before holding it against his forehead.
Caressing your face, Kidd looks at you, sleeping peacefully. The moonlight shining off you gave you that same angelic glow he saw you with all those years ago. Despite the scars that covered your body, you were still so beautiful. Rubbing your cheek, Kidd looked down at you lovingly.
“I’m sorry, princess. You can pull through this. You have to.”
~~~
“This is how it should be, sleeping next to me.” With your legs tangled in his, Kidd scoots his body closer to yours before kissing your forehead. A wicked smile slithers along Kidd’s face.
“All those memories gone. No more talking about home. No more flinching, no more Straw Hats.”
“Those bastards, trying to play hero and stole you from me. Thinking your up for grabs when you obviously belong to me. Meant for me. You were meant to be mine and stay by my side. Why else would I have gotten a second chance?”
“Now, I’ll always have you. You look up at me with loving eyes instead of hatred. Instead of hitting me, you run up to hug me. You kiss me passionately like I’ll disappear any moment. I love it when you run up to me and jump so I can catch you. I love it when you sit next to me while I work in my workshop, giving me praise. If I had known you hit your head harder, I would have you in my arms willingly…”
“Then I would’ve thrown you against the wall harder.”
~~~
‘That selfish prick! After everything I’ve done to keep her in the dark, he comes around and fucks it up! Everything was going great! She loved me yet-’
“Fuck!” Slamming his metal hand against the bench in his workshop, Kidd begins to tear it apart. Weapons were thrown to unknown corners of the room, pieces of metal scattered across the floor, and a dent in the bench.
Kidd gritted his teeth as his whole body uncontrollably shook. The dried blood staining his hand only continued to serve his rage. Because even if Heat was already dead, the damage had been done. The day of you holding him tight and kissing him was over. He’ll never be able to feel you close to him again. At least, not without a fight.
Hot tears began to stream down his face as he gripped the dented bench with an iron grip. His tears felt like an acid against his skin as his vision blurred. The smirk the bastard wore while he bled out behind you burned into Kidd’s memory.
Giving you a devil fruit, a logia type at that was infuriating. How the hell did he manage to get it on the boat and have you eat it? You were always by his side, so how could Heat have given it to you? The day of the fight? Or when he caught you and Heat talking to each other alone? How could he not see the signs earlier? Why did it take the busting open of your old cell door twice for him to finally understand what he needed to do?
Yet it was too late.
“God damnit.” Kidd swallowed the lump in his throat before letting out a sniffle. “This is bad. How am I gonna fix this? There’s gotta be a way-”
“Kidd.” The workshop door opens, and Killer stands in the doorway. Quickly wiping his tears, Kidd tries to regain steady breathing, hoping Killer doesn’t see his moment of weakness.
“What Killer?”
“You better have a good plan. Explain where Heat went and where (Y/N) went.” Kidd stays silent, which is all Killer needs.
“Did you-”
“I saw everything from the shadows. This could be a sign, you know?”
“What kind of fucking sign?”
“You know what kind of sign I’m talking about.” Silence covers the workshop.
“Maybe it’s time to let her-”
“No!” Kidd slams his metal hand on the bench with enough force to cause another dent.
“Well, what do you think you should do then?” Once again, the workshop goes silent.
“Giving you a week to decide for (Y/N). As for Heat, better pull something good out of your ass.” Just as soon as Killer entered, he left. Leaving Kidd to wallow in his predicament.
~~~
“Do you really think she’s on this island, Kidd? It’s been a week since the paper came out.”
“She will be on this island. If she isn’t, I’ll kill anyone I need to to figure out where she went. I don’t want a single civilian to go unquestioned. If they refuse to tell you, don’t be afraid to use violence.”
The bustling port of Haylard Island has Kidd’s eyes scanning every inch of movement. If you were on that dock, he wanted to make sure he saw you. There was no room for him to be making mistakes. He’s already made enough.
“Burn down buildings, steal supplies, and anything you think is worth something. Do not stop until the ashes block out the sun.”
“Yes, captain!” Hearing his own crew leave, Kidd finally let out a shaky inhale while looking down. The sea stared back at him, once again mocking him for losing you.
“Laugh all you want, but take my word. I’ll burn and kill my way back to her. And nothing will stop me until she’s in my arms.”
~~~
Despite the night once being full of cheers, the marine group of G-5 now found themselves fighting for their lives. What should have been a celebration was now a fight to the death as they were ambushed in the dark of the night. The once-empty sky was now covered in flaming arrows heading directly toward them.
“Everyone, man, your stations! We’re under attack, so get ready for a fight!” The captain's commands echo throughout the ship, and no one wastes a second. Running up and down the ship, Captain Tashigi checks to see if everything is in order to ensure supreme safety.
“Captain!” the sound of a terrified marine rings through her ears as she runs to the voice. Coming up from below the deck, she’s met with fire and smoke. It felt as if her heart was going to explode as all she could hear was marines yelling and the flickering of flames.
The flames only got higher as she tried to figure out what to do. Before she went below deck, they were able to contain the fires, but now, it’s almost consumed the entire deck. With how fast the flames were spreading, there was no doubt that the ship would be at the bottom of the sea before sunrise.
Grabbing a transponder snail she kept in her pocket, she began to call the nearest marine base to help with the attack. She realized this wasn’t a battle they could fight on their own.
“Hello! This is Captain Tashigi of G-5. We need backup right away! We’re under attack, and the ship is engrossed in flames!”
“G-5, this is (....)! We will send you back up right away! What are your locations, and can you see the attackers?”
“Our coordinates are (-------)! I don’t know, as the flames are so tall and the smoke is-” The whole ship shook as something hit the deck, causing Tashigi to drop the transponder snail and fall backward.
“-Oof!”
“Captain are you okay?”
“Something just hit the boat! I’m unaware of what it is!” Quickly getting back on her feet, Tashigi grabs her sword along with the transponder snail.
“I’m going to go check it out.”
“Keep us on the line.”
“Will do.” Putting the snail away for safekeeping, Tashigi grips her sword with both hands as she starts to walk carefully through the flames.
As soon as she stepped in, the sound of a marine screaming echoed across the deck. Panic set in the captain's stomach as her hands began to shake. The screams of pain and terror only caused more panic to set in. But she’s the captain. She has to be strong. She can’t back down.
“G-5, what’s going on?!” The screams of pain and agony continue before a loud audible SNAP rings in Tashigi’s ears. Assuming the worst, she feels all the color drain from her face.
And just like that, it was quiet.
“G-5?” With her voice trembling, Tashigi couldn’t help but be frozen in place.
“Tashigi.” Before she could scream, a rough, calloused hand covered her mouth. Looking in her peripheral vision, she saw Vice Admiral Smoker motioning her to shush. Nodding her head, Smoker lowered his hand.
“What’s going on, Vice Admiral?”
“Almost the entire deck has been engulfed in flames. We need to go to the other side of the ship.”
“But what about-”
“It’s silent over those flames, Tashigi.” With tears prickling in her eyes, she understands what he’s saying despite wishing it not to be true. Grabbing her hand, Smoker runs to the end of the ship, where there are fewer flames. Their footsteps echo, giving away their position to the attackers.
As she was running, Tashigi’s sword started vibrating before being completely pulled from her hands. She watched it fly backward and into the flames. A metal thunk rang across the deck, making her eyes widen. When she looked into the flames, she felt her heart stop.
Walking through the flames was no other than the man who had the whole new world in the palm of his hand.
“V-Vice Admiral…it’s-”
“Go hide, Tashigi. I’ll handle this.” Putting himself in front of her, Smoker points towards the darkness.
“But-”
“I’ll be fine. Go hide. Don’t come out until I come to get you.”
With a tremble in her voice, she responds. “Okay.”
Running into the darkness, Tashigi searches around with a racing heart, desperate to find a hiding spot. The sound of unintelligible yelling and metal clanking only makes her search more frantic. She should be fighting, but if Smoker says to hide…
“Killer! Go after the girl. She ran straight ahead.”
“You’ll have to get past me first. Both of you.”
“Vice Admiral.” Whispering to herself, Tashigi runs around some more before spotting an empty barrel. With no more time to spend, she jumps in.
As she gets as comfortable as she can, she puts the barrel lid over her head, leaving her in complete darkness. Her knees pressed against her chest as she struggles to take deep breaths. She tries to prevent herself from shivering.
‘This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.’ She thinks to herself as tears slip down her cheeks. She knew the stakes there were to bring you to Sabaody, but they were so careful about not giving away. It was then taking care of you. How did Kidd figure out it was them?
A loud thud can be heard throughout the deck before silence. No words were spoken, and the fear was only intensified. Tashigi felt her throat grow dry as she started to hear boots shuffling along the deck.
Sounds of things being searched causes her heart to beat out of her chest. Her body begins to shake as she hears the boots walking towards her hiding spot.
The moonlight soon shines down on her as the barrel's lid pops open. She looks up and sees no one. The moonlight shone down on her as she feared who had opened the lid, but she soon gets her answer.
“Found you.”
~~~
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Hope you doing okay friend..
I have a request i hope you write it..
I did see anyone do this idea so i will write it here in case you want to write it 🥹🫳🏻💗
Worried Levi x F!reader (Titan user)
Idk about the rest i just want to be a titan user 🫡
Have a nice day~!
Putting aside the whole “9 titan shifters” theme, tiny little levi getting worried over 15meter tall titan shifter!Reader just warms my heart-
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A/N: Ofc lovely! I hope you don’t mind I did this in a Drabble format with a kind of fluffy-humor style, but if you do mind I’ll happily rewrite! Pls this idea is so so cute I had a blast sneaking off from work to write this 🤎
It had all been going so well, for a time. Why did she have to go and fuck it all up?
It all started with one of Hange’s ‘brilliant’ ideas to test Eren and Y/N’s shifting abilities. Something Levi had regretted agreeing to the moment the words left the crazed woman’s lips.
After a couple attempts, both were fully shifted and conscious enough to take orders. But everything quickly changed when Eren lost his concentration.
Sighing, Levi ran a hand down his face and glared down at his boots. The one time he had been convinced to try something new with the brats, it had gone to shit. The very brief moment of calm they’d all started off with was long gone now as both titans charged at one another once again.
Dodging yet another heavy footfall, Levi cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted up towards the two brawling brats.
“Oi, brats! Knock it off. Compose your selves and concentrate!”
Though, he was hardly heard over Eren’s sudden scream as he was flipped over Y/N’s shoulder, a roar of rage piercing the air as she moved.
Groaning in exasperation, Levi ignored Hange’s cries of joy and activated his gear to attach to Y/N’s shoulder. Once Levi got his footing, he grabbed onto a long strand of the titan girl’s hair. He wasn’t as worried about Y/N freaking out and losing control on him so much as he was worried about her overexerting herself in this training exercise. He’d known the girl for years, much longer than he had Jeager. Using this excuse whenever necessary allowed him to always keep a closer eye on her.
Y/N’s large eyes peered over at him curiously, no longer raging about the forrest clearing. Instead she held still now, watching Levi as intently as he watched her.
“Oi, Y/N. Can you hear me through that thick skull of yours?” He shouted.
Y/N’s eyes narrowed down at him, a large puff of air exhaling through her nose and blowing his hair back forcefully.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Levi muttered under his breath as he wiped his face with his sleeve subconsciously. “Well since you’re listening now, knock it off brat. This is training, not a titan play date. You’re an adult, anyways. Act like it.”
Y/N’s titan stiffened, glaring down at the even smaller man on her shoulder defiantly. And for a fleeting moment, Levi genuinely feared for his very life.
“Leviiii!” Hange called up, hands fisted on her hips. “Be nice to your girlfriend!”
“Wh-She’s not-“ Levi’s shout was interrupted as Y/N brought up her hand and plucked Levi off her shoulder, letting him drop onto his ass in the palm of her hand. Looking up, he saw she was glaring down at him.
“What.” He deadpanned, trying to stand back up in her palm. Y/N grunted and lifted her other hand to pinch at the odmg gas tanks resting at the raven’s sides, efficiently crushing them but leaving Levi unharmed.
“Oi! What the hell brat?” He yelled up at her face, only a foot away from her nose.
Y/N grinned, a sight he never wished to see again stretch across her face while in titan form.
Sauntering forward with booming steps, Y/N carried her Captain towards a tall pine. The tallest in the clearing, in fact. Sensing what she was about to do, Levi merely scoffed.
“Don’t be childish, Y/N. Put me down!” He demanded, folding his arms over his chest. Y/N made a sound akin to laughter as she set Levi down on the highest branch, then stood back to admire her work. Amidst the laughter coming from down below and Y/N’s rumbling laughter, Levi’s face grew hot as he pouted, stuck high up in the tree.
Dear god, why did he always worry over this stubbornly childish brat?
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✨Pairing✨: softdark!assassin!Curtis Everettxblack!reader
Summary🪄: the mysterious man in the corner booth is gonna make you wish you stayed home
🚨: 18+ NO MINORS!!!, language, mentions of alcohol, mentions of adult happy fun times, allusion to reader being held against her will (so dubcon..?? Ish??? 🤷🏽♀️)
A/N🎤: hello☺️! This is my submission to the @secretswiftymarvelfan I Love You 3000 Writing Bonanza✨! Congrats again on 3000 followers👏🏾👏🏾!! I hope you - and everyone else who reads - like what I put together!
*DISCLAIMER!: although visual made by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found via Pinterest*
AU: assassin, Trope: one night only, Dialogue: “I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want”
Taking a deep breath, you stand smoothing your white tennis skirt down against your thighs before making your way to the ridiculously handsome man your friends pushed you into talking to.
“Girl take a chance for once!”
“I-I don’t want to bother him. Plus I’m sure he already has someone,” you replied nervously holding your hands in your lap. From your quick glances his way, he seemed unimpressed with everything - and potentially everyone - around. Content and enjoying his solace.
“Well you won’t know unless you ask,” your other friend countered in a sing-song manner fluttering her newest lash extensions.
Now here you were nearly to the corner booth in the dimmest part of the bar with your fruity cocktail in hand as your pink, strappy heels tapped against the floor. The stranger’s eyes locked with yours as he sips his own glass tumbler half filled with a brown liquid. How his tongue peeks out to collect the small droplets left, paired with the corner of his mouth tilting in the slightest smirk, leaves an involuntary flutter in your lower abdomen that carries down into your core.
Your cheeks - and overall body - warm as you finally reach your destination. “H-Hi.”
He gently bows his shaved head, “Hello.”
“Sorry to bother you. M-My friends and I made this pact to try new things this year and mine is to walk up to a guy I’m attracted to since I don’t really do that so here I am…”
“I’m not surprised.” You feel your mood fall at his words and embarrassment swell in your chest. How foolish of you to think you could do this? That you had an ounce of sex appeal or confidence like those other girls you saw easily able to grab any man they wanted. It’s exactly why you stayed to yourself. Your ultimate fear of rejection keeping you rooted in your seat or at home.
“O-Oh?,” is all you can muster feeling even more stupid that you didn’t even have a solid retort.
“As gorgeous as you are, I’m sure you always have men coming up to you. No need for you to do any work,” he explains making a shy smile spread along your glossy lips and relief soothe the uneasiness of your stomach. He extends his hand to the seat next to him motioning for you to join him, which you gladly take with a quiet “thank you.”
“Truthfully, it’s my friends that get all the attention. Guys usually just walk past me to get to them.”
“Nothing against your friends, but sounds like those boys were idiots,” he firmly states before taking a last pull of his drink to finish it. The tic in his jaw as if he’s bothered by those other men even though he doesn’t know them. As if he’s annoyed at just their mere mention. “Then again, should probably thank em for allowing us to meet huh?”
At that, you seem to lose your train of thought immediately letting your eyes fall to your lap again so giddy from his words. A brief silence falls over your table, but it’s not awkward or uncomfortable in the slightest. Finally peeking up again, his ocean eyes - and overall expression - turn a bit softer, which doesn’t help the butterflies erupting in what feels like your whole body.
“Shit, sweetheart you got me forgetting my manners. Curtis,” he introduces in a deep drawl that sends tingles up your spine. Holding his hand out, you notice intricate, black ink along the back of his hand and knuckles - in a design you can’t exactly make out - that looks to extend all the way up his arm covered by his black long sleeve shirt. You feel guilty for it, but you let your mind wander to how far it exactly goes. To his solid chest? His, probably, perfectly sculpted back maybe? Across his firm pecs and down to his abs you could visibly make out through his shirt?
The longer your mind imagined, the more that itch to find out grew stronger. And when you placed your hand in his - noting just how much larger it was than yours, not to mention stronger - you knew you were done for.
“Y/N.”
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It’s pitch black when you finally awake to the quiet room. The side of your face pressed into the vanilla bourbon scented pillow below you - the same one Curtis had you drooling, moaning, and pleading in majority of the night.
The way he wrung your body exhausted pulling orgasms one after the other - you honestly couldn’t remember the exact number from your brain turning into mush after the second - you’d think he created you. Molded you with his own hands and knew just where he hid that special spot inside you. Then again, maybe it was just from you being..well..out of commission for some time.
Slightly lifting your head, you finally notice you’re lying by yourself in his king sized bed. The sheets pulled up to cover your back and keep you warm.
Additionally, just how quiet it is around you as if you’re the only one there period.
“C-Curtis?,” you hoarsely call out hoping he just journeyed to the kitchen or even another room for a call. Having a house so extravagant, clearly he had to do something highly important that took most of his time.
But you’re met with silence, causing the once tired smile along your lips to falter.
You thought he really liked you. That he would’ve wanted to see you again sometime and maybe grow into something more. “That’s why they call it one night stand,” you mumble to yourself feeling the crack in your heart spread bit by bit as you slide from under the warm covers to collect your things.
It seems like your stomach becomes queasy again with every piece of clothing you put on; making you study your earlier conversation trying to discover any missed signs or warnings. Of course you still didn’t see any, only making you feel foolish and ashamed all over again.
Heels clacking and echoing throughout the home, you’re too busy reserving an Uber on your phone to notice Curtis standing in front of the main door until you nearly run into him. A startled scream pushing from your lungs as one hand lands on your chest and the other drops your phone to the hardwood floor.
With his black top and black pants, he looked as if he’d been in combat having hand guns hanging from the harness strapped across his upper body. Black gloves covering his hands, and red dots splattered along his face match the dripping streaks on his top that are undoubtedly blood.
His expression, hard and stoic, causes an increase in your heart rate now nervous and confused as to what happened to his overall state let alone the change in his mood.
“What happened to you?,” you quietly ask.
“Nothing you need to worry about. And that’s also the first and last time you ask about my business, got it?” His harsher tone has you slightly flinching; taking a step back as you gently nod your head.
“I-I’m sorry..I didn’t mean-,”
“Pretty sure I left you asleep,” he retorts removing his gloves.
“I was looking for you a-and I saw you were gone,” you stammer wrapping your arms around yourself. “I thought-,”
“That this was over? Oh sweetheart you’re too cute.” His words should have you jumping for joy and excited, but his deep chuckle - more menacing than comforting - causes an unwelcome sinking in your gut.
One swift stride forward with his long legs, and Curtis catches your chin in his hand pressing his fingers into your cheeks hard enough to make your plump lips pout and a surprised whimper to leave your heaving chest. You had no choice but to face those blue eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite place; only worsening your nerves.
“I’ll let you know now I’m hard to get rid of,” he whispers ghosting his lips over yours. “I’ll do whatever it takes to get what I want. Who I want.”
You remain quiet - as if you could even try to fight - letting his grip loosen until his fingertips drag from the side of your neck to your collarbone making you shiver. Your body still somehow willing to give in to this man who surely was more dangerous than you could imagine.
“Now here’s what’s gonna happen. We’re gonna get out these clothes and you’re gonna help me clean up in the shower. I’ll put you back to sleep then order breakfast for us in the morning, where you’ll rightly apologize for trying to leave in whatever way I see fit until our food arrives. Understand button?”
You need to fight. Any logical person would scream and shout to the heavens punching and kicking past the point of exhaustion in this situation. Yet you were stuck. Partially from fear of not knowing what Curtis was truly capable of, and partially from your greedy core loving that idea. You could feel the light throb and arousal begin to leak from you making your thighs clinch.
Of course he notices too from the smug smirk on his lips. “Y-Yes,” you softly answer.
“Good girl.”
Who would’ve thought your first - well almost - one night stand would be your last?
#niamh loves you 3000#curtis everett#curtis everett au#curtis everett x woc!reader#curtis everett x black!reader#curtis everett x reader#snowpiercer#chris evans#chris evans x black reader#chris evans x reader#chris evans x woc!reader
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Hi ! Happy New Year . I know you've had a baby not long ago ( congratulations!) and I was wondering how you balance mom life , writing and your normal work life ( assuming you don't just write ?) . I've got a pretty popular Tomarry story ( although not on your level but hundreds of votes , comments and bookmarks) and I've recently fell pregnant 😭. I'm so scared of how I'm going to balance it because I love writing so so much and you often hear how moms lose apart of themselves once they have a baby and I'm so worried that will happen to me . Sorry for the lengthy ask but just hoping for some advice
hi anon! Oh Lordy lord, do I ever have so much that I could say on this topic. I hesitate to ramble the way I want to, though, because I would use some gendered language and refer to some gendered stereotypes, which would likely result in some people getting mad at me on here because this is tumblr (guarantee some people out there are inflamed that you said ‘mom’ instead of ‘birthing person’ or something else - I’m not knocking that language in the appropriate places, but sometimes people get so stuck in this shit it’s a real forest/trees situation) and I don’t feel like dealing with that noise. So, if you’re comfortable with messaging me I’d be so happy to chat either on here or via email or whatever!
Here is what I will say here though. I can’t give great blanket advice because every parent, every baby, and every situation is so so different. What works for me and my baby may not work for you and yours at all. The only things I can say with certainty is that you need to give yourself a LOT of grace in those first few weeks - never be afraid to ask for help, have a good support system in place if you can, and remind yourself that if you are keeping your baby and yourself alive that you are doing A LOT, the MOST in fact, and I implore you to recall this every time you finish a feeding:
As far as working, being a parent, and writing… phew it is a lot! I did it for a few months before we moved, and while I’m now ‘just’ at home with the baby, it isn’t really less work. When you’re with your baby, you’re working. I’m with mine right now; he’s sleeping on me but that’s prime writing time for me (assuming I’m not in the mood to sleep myself)! At least when you’re at ‘real’ work, you have the luxury of taking breaks. I never felt more free after having the baby than when I was at work, in the bathroom, just… alone. Peeing and blessedly alone. Lmao it’s what it is! Working at a job or staying home, both require a lot, but having done both, I’d argue that being home 24/7 is more difficult for a myriad of reasons. There wasn’t really any advice in there about working and being a parent, sorry. Drink coffee?
The other thing I’ll say is that your fear - that you’ll ‘lose a part of yourself’ - well, it just isn’t true. Rather, imo, what happens is that you just become… more. You gain new parts of yourself that you didn’t have before. You change, sure, but you’re still you, you still live all the things you did before, it’s just that now you’re also a parent and you have this whole new person in your life that you cherish in a way that you never have cherished anyone, and the other things you loved didn’t go away, they just look smaller in comparison now.
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::still here!::
dreamer: [character] talks in their sleep. With Jeff
Hello, again! Back with another sickness prompt. This one was an interesting one to write. It went nowhere I had planned it to, but it ended up being sweet (and sad, sorry!). Hope you enjoy it, @janetm74!
Warnings for this one: a couple of swear words and brief discussions of death. Nothing major, but just covering my butt.
Dreamer (feat. Jeff)
Virgil had been tending to him all night. Going by the dark circles under his brother’s eyes and his hair that had been clearly disheveled from hands being run through it constantly, Scott would have unhappily bet that Virgil hadn’t left Jeff’s bedside since Scott had left him in the early hours of the morning.
That wouldn’t do.
He laid a hand upon his brother’s back before gently coaxing him into getting some food and some well-deserved rest. Virgil protested, of course, but Scott was able to alleviate any worries with a few simple words.
I can take it from here, Virg. Don’t worry, I’ll watch over him. He’s safe.
Whether it was down to tiredness, hunger or a mixture of the two, Virgil relented vigil duty to his older brother and went off in search of the sustenance and rest he so desperately needed. Scott hoped he wouldn’t see him return to their father’s room until at least the evening, though he was certain that was wishful thinking.
In the vacated seat, Scott sat. He checked over holo-files that detailed his father’s condition. Normally, for minor injuries and illnesses, Grandma wouldn’t bother with all the official mumbo jumbo of paperwork, but given Dad’s recent stint in space, she had thought it better to keep an eye on him properly. Scott had, at first, disagreed. After all, how bad could a cold get? Not even a day later was he regretting that question.
Jeff’s fever had spiked astronomically and he’d been out for the count for days afterwards. Virgil had fought alongside Scott in getting Grandma to allow Jeff to stay in his room. So often was Dad visiting hospitals these days, the last thing Scott wanted was for him to feel unsettled when he eventually woke up.
Gordon had claimed that Jeff had been lucid once throughout the last few, painful days, but Virgil had brushed it off as nonsense. Scott wasn’t sure what to believe. All he knew was that his father lay sweating in a bed over an illness that Jeff would have once not even batted an eyelid at. Eight years in space and now a single, pathetic cold took him out. Scott foolishly hoped that it was a one-off whilst his body became used to everything again. He feared it wasn’t.
The Squid had been right, it seemed, as Jeff woke hours later, fully lucid but still incredibly sick. Virgil had offered unnecessary apologies to Gordon, who simply shrugged them off. Grandma had made sure Dad received enough soup — lovingly made and sent by Penelope as a ‘get well soon’ gift — and told the boys to allow him to sleep the rest of the illness off.
Jeff hadn’t yet reawakened, but his vitals seemed to be holding steadily normal again.
Scott took a look at his father, brushing hair back from his forehead and ignoring how he was still a little too hot. He looked so peacefully sleeping. Knowing it was a normal slumber and not one brought on by his body going into shut-down had Scott a little less tense than his last visit, but he was still understandably shaken.
They had got Dad home only to nearly lose him again to something so mundane. That wasn’t poetry or irony, or anything else fancy that John had tried to pass it off as. It was just shit. Unfair shit that neither Dad, nor any of them, deserved.
Scott flicked the device from Jeff’s readouts — he couldn’t understand half of that jargon anyway — and turned his attention to some much needed work. International Rescue was still, somehow, operating with half of them tending to Jeff, and that meant reports needed writing up.
He was just about to start one for Alan’s recent Mars mission when Jeff began to mumble something.
At first, Scott thought he was awake and was wanting water, but he soon realised that he was still fast asleep. Scott attempted to go back to his reports, but that would prove futile. He became far too distracted by Jeff’s sleep ramblings.
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Gran Roca Ranch stood proud against the rusty backdrop of the Kansas plaines. The summer mid-west heat was stifling. He must have been mad to leave the cool, air-conditioned ranch, but she was calling to him. From the distance, beyond the plains and canyons, a familiar, sweet-toned voice beckoned him to join her.
It helped with the pain, to be far away. Jeff knew none of it was real, knew it was all but a dream, and that his true, physical body was somewhere else, battling an illness that shouldn’t have been this hard to fight.
That knowledge didn’t stop him from running, however.
From flying.
He found her by a nearby plateau, standing on the edge of the rock and staring out at the great expanse beyond. She wore a familiar long, flowing cream dress, dotted with flowers, that blew in a wind that Jeff couldn’t feel.
“Here you are again,” Lucille proclaimed fondly, turning to face him with an outstretched hand.
“Here I am again.” Jeff repeated, taking her hand and closing the distance between them with a hug. It felt so real, so right, and if he truly wanted to he could probably have willed himself to stay there forever.
“The last time you were here, you were still stuck on some barren rock.” Lucille guided him toward the edge of the plateau where she sat, her legs dangling over and swinging gently.
“The boys. They got me home.”
“I told you they would.”
He had often visited her in the tougher moments of his unintentional exile. He hadn’t been surprised to be greeted by her again.
Jeff matched her soft smile, following her lead and sitting down beside her. For an unknown amount of time — because who truly understands the mechanics of a dreams — they sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company just as they had so often when she had been alive.
“They thought they were going to lose me again, Luce.” Jeff eventually admitted. After all, she was the only one he could fully open up to, even after all these years and a whole void between them. “I heard them talking. I heard them fretting.” He sighed. “I fear they’ll wrap me in cotton wool and never let me leave the island again.” His joke was accompanied with a chuckle.
Lucille laced her fingers with his, her head resting on his shoulder as she released her own laugh. “Would you blame them if they did?”
“No. No, I guess I wouldn’t.” Jeff gently squeezed her hand. “I guess I’m just worried that I’m causing more trouble by being home than—”
“Jefferson Tracy, you stop that train of thoughts right now.”
He did, without hesitation and with extremely apologetic eyes darting over to glance over her face. Her beautiful, un-ageing face.
Jeff lifted a finger to stroke her cheek. “You’ve got to tell me your skin-care routine, Luce. At this rate, people will mistake me for your father.”
Lucille batted his arm at that, though her smile was still shining brightly. “Don’t try and change the topic.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Yes, you were. You knew exactly what I was going to say, you just don’t want to hear it.”
“Oh, really? And what was it you were going to tell me?”
“That the boys would never see you as a burden, Jeff. They spent the last eight years mourning you. Do you really think they’d put in all that effort to rescue you, only to not want to care for you? They love you.”
“I caused them such a panic. God, I could have given Ma a heart failure from all this stress.”
“Maybe, but you know how strong your mother is. How strong our boys are.”
“They shouldn’t have to be strong, not for me.”
“Nevertheless,” Lucille was determined to finish her point, “it couldn’t be helped. Put yourself in their shoes for a moment. If what happened to you happened to one of them —to your ma, to one of the boys — what would you have done? What would you have thought?”
Lucille allowed Jeff to imagine. In his dream-state, he wasn’t able to fully control his thoughts and ended up vividly picturing the scene — of himself sitting in the chair beside one of his son’s beds, carefully and gently tending to them. He couldn’t bare the sight, but at the same time, Jeff knew he would have done anything, gone through anything, to be there. To help them.
“You being home was the one miracle none of them ever truly believed would come true, Jeff.” Lucille continued. “Do not ever think that it was a mistake.”
He knew she was right, not only because he felt it deep within him but because Lucille was always right. Apparently that gift was something she carried into the after-life.
“I miss you, Luce.”
“I miss you too.”
“The boys miss you.”
“They have you now, back home with them.”
“Would it be too much to ask the universe for one more miracle, to return you to us as well?” Jeff joked though he wished he could have meant every word.
Lucille laughed, squeezing Jeff’s hand once again. “We’ll all be a family again one day, Jeff, but not for a very long time.”
It both pained him and filled him with relief.
“But for now, rest with me for a little longer. Scott will be waiting for you when you wake up.”
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Scott had long since put down his report and was sitting on the side of Jeff’s bed, his father’s hand gently cradled in his. His blue eyes had leaked tears. He couldn’t hear the other-side of the conversation, and even Dad’s words were no more than an unintelligible mumble, but he knew who he was dreaming about. Who he was talking to.
He wondered what adventure his parents were on, if any at all given the amount of talking Dad was doing. Scott frowned. Some of the truths that had come out of his father’s lips had been tough to hear. Did he really see himself as a burden to them? Scott couldn’t allow that. He’d have to make sure he worked extra hard to dispel those thoughts. Having Dad home was nothing short of a miracle — a word that was used minutes later by Jeff himself — and he was going to make sure his father understood that.
It was hard not to overthink the brief sentences of a one-sided conversation his father was having in his dream. Virgil would probably be getting the low-down later on, not only for Dad’s sake — because Scott doubted Dad would open up about those worries he’d been mumbling about to any of them — but also for himself. There was something melancholic hearing Dad talking to Mom again, even if none of it was real. Add in Jeff’s words and Scott found more salty tears running down his cheeks.
Had he failed him so bad that now Dad didn’t feel like he belonged home?
Worse than that, how was Scott going to approach talking to Dad about it without letting him know he was eavesdropping into a half conversation from his dream?
His worries floated away when John appeared in the doorway, allowing the crack of light from the outdoor hallway to flood through. Scott waved his brother over and John quietly took the seat in Scott’s vacated chair.
They sat together in companionable silence until Jeff finally roused from his slumber. Despite John’s attempts to stop him, Scott launched himself at his father, holding onto him tightly as though he feared he’d slip away from him again. Jeff seemed to understand, returning his son’s ferocious hug with as much strength as he could muster.
Words would be said and discussions had, but for now the simple action of a hug seemed to convey enough.
#thunderbirds are go#thunderbirds fanfiction#ask game#sickness prompts#five answers#jeff tracy#scott tracy#lucille tracy#five fics
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i don’t wanna keep this conversation going cause everybody has their own opinion, but last thing i’m gonna say. sorry, SR if this going back and forth.
from taylor’s songwriting we can tell that karlie wouldn’t have just “found another woman”. they are madly in love anon. they just clicked right away and had an unmatched attraction, you don’t just give that up like that. have you listened to The Great War, karlie had many opportunities to leave, but she chose not to cause she LOVES taylor.
also if you look in taylor’s discography as i said, hits different, question, dancing with our hands tied, etc etc that’s a person who is at ease with themselves when it comes to that specific thing. “you said there was nothing in the world that could stop it/ i had a bad feeling”
regarding the fake marriage, i get jerk is a criminal but i don’t get why would karlie at this point leave jerk and have another beard.. because maybe jerk was for her more of a secure, long term beard.
you see, not all celebrities love a long term beard, they just love to change and keep the wheel going. taylor was like this, but that was because she wasn’t in a stable relationship, she needed a long term beard to fit the love songs she would write about her hidden relationship so that people won’t try to know the truth. plus she wanted to bury her older “serial dater” reputation. and she successfully did.
so maybe karlie just felt this is suitable for the long run for her and taylor.
saying “why would karlie do that” makes me feel like you haven’t listened to taylor’s last four albums! 😅
also don’t forget how loud taylor was during lover then after the masters situation happened, she crawled into a hole again. do you think karlie has anything to do with that delay? it was all about taylor, not karlie.
also do you think karlie likes to be called a traitor, piece of shit, a crook who was caught etc etc? like what makes a human being want their reputation to be ruined except that they are in love and they have no other choice.
karlie had to burn herself to some degree to protect taylor.
taylor is a BIG entity. she is a brand and a company. i know she makes it look simple and fun, yet she is A WHOLE brand, anon.
karlie also is, but come on, is she on that level? ofc not.
also to the “brought jerk to the 1975” do you realize that they do that to make it look “less” questionable. taylor would have calvin around in so many places when karlie would be there.
plus beards hang out cause they are tied to a contract, anon. she can’t just ignore him. we wish, but karlie was signed to jerk before taylor.
also, i’m sure she had a “renew” moment and she did it cause there was no way they’re coming out and they just wanted to keep the image stable. it also makes karlie worlds away from taylor cause she isn’t bearding with an actor or musician. there would be very little chance that they could be in the same room.
also if taylor and karlie had plans of having a kid and it would be karlie who would get pregnant, she needs to be in a long term relationship to convincingly take that step with a beard. she won’t just do it with an artist she met 5 months before.
i’m pretty sure the jerk situation felt like the worst best choice for them to take so many step behind the scenes.
it’s fucked up, but it’s why they had.
all in all, i’m sure karlie has her fears, but i’m 1000% convinced she is more at ease with herself and would just take the leap, you know why?
cause she went with the fake feud plan and wasn’t scared it would make her lose support. i think she can face it.
ALSO “i should not be left to my own devices, they come with prices and vices, i end up in crisis/ i wake up screaming from dreaming, one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving/cause you got tired of my scheming, for the last time”
“you would break your back to make me break a smile”
“listen.. i hope i never lose you hope it never ends (..) baby i’m so terrified of if you ever walk away”
“i’m a mess, but i’m the mess that you wanted”
“what’s a life time of achievement if i pushed you to the edge but you were to polite to leave me and do you miss the rouge who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?”
“i cut off my nose just to spite my face and i hate my reflection for years and years”
i can go on and on, but those are some of taylor’s lyrics that scream “sorry i put you in that situation” and you know what? it’s okay if taylor isn’t ready, it’s fucking frightening, i understand. also karlie loves her and wants to support, so good for her.
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insane ramblepost Abt Georgia and utah. My blorb i hope they explode.
ok while these are thoughts and shit that happen outside of it, all of my thoughts about them are inherently tied to an au (is it au if its canon plausible) that I’ve been planning for… (checks notes) 8 months. so it will heavily bleed into that (I’ll try to keep spoilers light since it don’t exist yet). I also have another au planned with them as a focus but it’s not important to this
ok! Georgia is a BITCH! love him to bits but he’s the big bully of the moi and everyone thinks he’s annoying and dumb. (it’s cause he is)
I’m a strong believer in georgia xi theory, and have mapped out the timeline multiple times in my head. Xi was not the first, ob, but he was very early on since both love and greed (which I soon found out were also opposites… fun!) are very strong core emotions that could protect alpha + it makes sense timelinewise
however, even though I have a personality or design for Xi, he does Not have a trait. I try to write Xi in a way where logically, he could embody either a twisted version of love or a loving, selfish version of greed. this works well with Georgias character, as the fear of losing someone and staying away out of love can also be a sort of greed that follows alphas line of thinking. fear and selfishness are inherently interconnected feelings and Georgia is a scared, scared man. bullies tend to be aggressive to deflect from their own feelings, and his rude nature tends to that, esp with picking on lower leaderboard members to feel superior.
georgia in s2 of my au was written to parallel both Wash and Carolina. (Though I realize he’s closer to maine than to wash? accidents happen) His gradual loss of self due to his ai, reliance on that information despite it, and change in character from friendly to aggressive back to more docile but really fucking paranoid lends him to wash, while his superiority and icarus complex brings to mind Carolina’s own inferiority and icarus complex. i also intend utah and georgia’s dynamic after their split to be similar to york and Carolina’s, what with how one of them decides to leave instead of making the smarter decision, and later regrets that.
enough about that stupid green guy let’s get into the stupid white guy
utah is a silly guy…..bleehhhhh…. I think he believes in slenderman and will whisk around when you say he’s behind him and also will occasionally shout “URETHRA!” When he thinks of something
ok but for real. he contrasts Georgia’s faux bravery because he really is courageous, seeing the positives in everything (even thought part of that is because he isn’t too bright)
When I draw him in Georgia’s memory, I black out his eyes, draw his brown highlight in a different spot, and change the color of his armor trim. Its symbolic of how he fails to remember him, mostly because of the fact he keeps forcefully pulling his ai, losing bits and pieces he cares about as he goes. Also, I give him a blue visor when drawing him with helmet, to differentiate him from Wyoming
Utah knows Georgia is a huge asshole and tells him to stop, but he can’t really do anything about it. He tries to see the good in everyone, which backfires on him when people try to get a little farther from him whenever geo is around. Dunno how they got close though
his loyalty and trusting nature ironically makes Georgia not trust him as a confidant and stray away from him later on under the context of care.
also, utah has a theme of air. or, lack of it. spoilers whatever
ummm basically opposites attract love wins Bye
#rvb#red vs blue#georgia rvb#utah rvb#geotah#”they’re basically your ocs now” NO!!!! I am trying to read into the 10 lines and little amount of fan content Like a crazy person!#honestly hope this one flops this shit is so embarrassing/j#rvb georgia#agent georgia#rvb utah#agent utah#txt#tts au
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I know I keep saying just one more scene, and I hope I mean it this time. But there’s just one more scene for me to write for the solstice event. I haven’t even changed the ending, and I haven’t exactly diverted my path towards the ending, it’s just I keep adding extra details and thoughts, so it’s taking longer. I’ve almost doubled what I was at before when I claimed I was almost done. I just broke 6k, what is happening here. I don’t write things this long, I’m comfortable in the 1 maybe 2k range. This fic also feels different to me too. But then again I try to diversify my writing, I tell the same story over and over so I have to switch it up some how. It’s very midnights-esq which make sense cause that was the vibe I was going for but also very typical of my Christmas fics too. Almost feels like my roots, but like adjacent to it cause it’s not just all fluff, it’s more like pockets of it? Idk who I’m even trying to explain this to, I’m just rambling. Okay bye, it’s almost Pen time. Let’s Go Pens!🤍🖤💛🐧
(While I’m here. I was onto something with my hockey AU. Idk all the details but yeah, though I think it’s more similar to the former Canes drama. My fic idea that is. Actually it may be similar to this current drama too? Idk)
Update: it’s under 7k but I’m done with the first draft. Idk how I feel about the bonus scene though… I kinda wanna rewrite it cause I envisioned things a little differently, but I won’t worry about it right now since it’s done. In unrelated but sorta related news, kinda wanna write the rescue me song fic, the song by OneRepublic not the other one.
^ignore all of that cause I went back and added more, so now we’ve broken 7k but at least it ties in with midnights better now *sigh why am I like this. Okay let’s try and work on other WIPs now
Update 2: went on Twitter and I desperately still need to watch m26. Honestly how are they not real. Why does this keep happening to me. All my fav ships are not canon when they all should’ve been. It’s me, hi, I’m the problem it’s me 😭
Update 3: finished (probably) the next chapter of the sibling verse too! Now let’s see if I can work on devour or I wish I cared less… (so I went and reread what I had written for devour and it kinda feels wrapped up in a way? Like there’s still a lot of shit, but the part of the story that I wanted to tell seems to be finished? I suppose I could circle back to kaishi, but I fear it’ll lose the focus cause I get way too into kaishi whenever I mention them. Idk. I’ll put a pin into it for now and say it’s maybe done?)
#as soon as I’m done with this I can work on the sibling verse before November ends#there are so many good 1R songs that are just peak otp vibes#I wish more people would give them the credit they deserve. they’re my favorite band. I love them so much#cynply rambling
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I was bored, so I decided to write something!
Tw: medical procedures like stitches
Also spoilers for the Professor Layton Prequel Trilogy
The last thing I remember was falling off the side of the Detragiant, falling down, down, down onto the forest floor.
I wake up on some kind of table, which I recognize as the dining room table in my house. Someone- Raymond, probably- brought me home after I blacked out on ambrosia. I try to sit up, but I’m overwhelmed with an intense pain in my chest and arms.
“Woah, boy, down,” a familiar voice says. I look to my right and see the familiar face of Ms Charity Layne, my assistant.
“Don’t talk to me as if I’m some sort of dog,” I say, mustering as much venom into my words as I could, which given my state wasn’t much.
“Love you too, babe,” she says, her usual joking tone gone and replaced with a more concentrated, steady, serious voice. “Listen, you need emergency treatment. You got pretty fucked up back there, you fractured two ribs. Now the fractured ribs are easy to deal with, you just need to take some acetaminophen and put some ice on it. The gashes on your arms, however…”
“I’ll have to go to the doctor to get them stitched, you mean?” I ask, groaning. I don’t particularly want to explain how I got the injuries to a doctor, but if I must…
“That’s right!” Charity smiles, her normal voice back. I’m glad she could at least smile in this situation.
Then she brought out a curved needle.
“Let Doctor Layne take care of you!” She says, still smiling.
“Id rather be looked after by a professional,” I say, fear evident in my voice.
“I am a professional,” Charity huffs. “I was a surgeon for 5 years. Now stay still, this is going to hurt.”
“Yes but that was over a decade ago!” I respond. “Are you sure you’re still-” but before I can finish my sentence, I feel the needle pierce my skin. I scream.
“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse,” Charity warns, serious voice back, and I try my hardest to stay still as she continues her work. “Normally I’d sedate you or at the very least put numbing cream on your arms, but I don’t have anything like that on me. I’m so sorry that this hurts so much, but you should’ve thought about that before falling off a giant metal robot.”
“I didn’t have an- OW! Have a choice!” I say defensively. “Layton, he- OW! He backed me into a corner and I-”
“I know, I know, I was there,” Charity says. “God, you looked like shit.”
“So do you,” I say, and I see her smile.
“I was worried about you, when I saw you on the ground,” Charity says, expression turning into that of sadness. “I was worried that this time… this time you wouldn’t…”
“Make it?” I ask, and she nods slowly. “Hah! It’ll take more than a fall to kill me, Layne.”
“I hope so,” Charity says.
A while passes while Charity continues fixing my injuries. Eventually, however…
“There! Finished!” She says. I look at my arm, it certainly is stitched up now. “In a few days, I’ll check up on them again.”
“Thanks, Ms Layne,” I say, and I notice Charity starting to cry. “…what’s wrong?” Although I think I know what’s wrong.
“I seriously was worried, boss,” Charity says, a tear falling down her face. “I don’t want you to die.”
“I won’t make promises I can’t keep, darling,” I say with a halfhearted smile.
“I’m serious,” Charity says. “I can’t just lose another person close to me, like I lost my father. Like I lost my friend. Like I might have lost my sister.”
I think about this for a while, before giving my answer.
“I can’t promise I wont die,” I say. “I’m sorry. It’s incredibly dangerous what I’m doing. But I can promise that whatever happens to me, you won’t die because of it. I won’t let any harm come to you if I can help it.” I then smirk, adding “plus I’ll give you a bonus for helping me with my injuries.”
“Trying to win me over with money, eh?” Charity says, smirking back. “Well it’s working. I’ll continue to help you as I always do, just please try to not die.”
“I won’t do it intentionally,” I say.
“Good.” Charity hands me and ice pack. “Put this on your chest for about 20 minutes. Maybe also take a nap if you can. Sleep is important when you need to heal.”
“I’ll try,” I say.
“You can join me in bed if you want~” She teases, and I just laugh.
“I’ll take my own bed, thanks,” I say. “Besides, I don’t think that kind of “sleeping” would help me recover faster.”
“A girl can dream, can’t she?” Charity responds, and we both laugh.
I’m so lucky to have someone like Charity on my side
#professor layton#jean descole#charity layne#au#professor Layton au#professor layton oc#writing#fanfic
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BWAAA venting, don’t be on this post if you don’t wanna hear it
So like- life is hard, that goes without saying, but shit has really been bothering me recently.
I guess that most of my problems is because of my mother, I don’t even think I can even call her one anymore. I have always been paranoid and distant from her, whenever I was young and I did something slightly wrong she would yell at me loudly or sometimes even beat me with a wooden spoon which, I probably deserved.
It’s one of the reasons why I don’t talk to her much and why I hate expressing myself without permission. I feel like if I express myself too freely people will just start getting annoyed by me and start to hate me and even start to yell at me. I’ve developed an intense fear of being yelled at, I’m fine being yelled at when it’s just joking around but when it comes down to genuine anger I just feel like a disappointment. I feel useless and unwanted and the person who yells at me should just get rid of me so that way they can feel better. I feel like I’m not aloud to make mistakes because if I do then people will start to hate me and I’ll just be a disappointment.
I really started to hate my mother when she divorced my dad. The only explanation she gave for it was “oH i JuSt DoN’t LoVe HiM aNyMoRe”. HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE SOMEONE ANYMORE AFTER WHAT, ALMOST 25 YEARS??? AND EVEN AFTER YOU STARTED A FAMILY WITH THEM FOR 16 YEARS? I hated that she did that, I hate that I’m seeing her so much more happy now, I hate that she did that to my dad. Do you even realize the shit he’s been through?? You just gave him his second divorce! I don’t know why he divorce his first wife, and I don’t think I have the right to ask but my dad is the best father I could ever ask for. Unlike my mom, he actually understands my brother and I, he does whatever he can to spend time with us.
My dad has worked so hard for everyone for his whole life, he has done so much for us AND THIS IS HOW HE’S TREATED??? Two divorces, a shitty new boss who doesn’t allow him overtime for most of the time, he has to live with my step-sister and her god awful family in their zoo of a house, which may I add, ISN’T EVEN THEIR HOUSE! IT’S MY DADS AND THEY DON’T EVEN PAY HIM RENT! OH AND THEY CHERRY ON TOP, THERES A SCREAMING BABY 24/7 AND MY SISTER AND HER SHITTY HUSBAND DON’T DO SHIT ABOUT IT!!! MY DAD EVEN SAYS HE FEELS LIKE A PRISONER IN HIS OWN HOUSE!
I hate that this is what my dad gets in return for everything he has done for us, I hate that my useless ass can’t do shit about it.
There’s also the fact that I have been getting worn down by the fact I can’t have a day to rest. During the week, I have school. When it gets to Friday and the weekend I go to my dads. When there’s a weekend I don’t got to my dads, my mom forces me to go somewhere with her. It’s been so draining, I just want a weekend to go straight to a house and actually get some rest. I’ve been so burnt out from this that I don’t have the motivation to do school work or personal work and that just adds even more stress to everything.
My mom has been losing her cool a lot more recently, especially with my dogs. I’m genuinely scared she might kill them. I love my dogs to death and I don’t know what I’ll do without them.
So much shit has been happening that I’m sure that it doesn’t matter what I think anymore. I’m just a punching bag, I’m only alive to make people feel better about themselves, my feelings don’t matter. I’m tired but I can’t sleep in the same house with a women like her. I just want this to stop.
I wanted to wait a little longer but I keep getting pushed to the edge to just end it all now and no longer have to deal with this pain.
I have no point in writing this vent, this is probably all fake. I’m just faking all of this, I’m not sad I’m just doing this for attention and I hate myself for it.
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