#little helper fic

[peculiurperennial]

The deep sea buns are cute, they are the perfect deep sea pets. perfectly friend shaped. unlike a certain rotten coral addicted fish.

[raviola-triggers]

He stayed in the shrine with Miko after the second betrayal

[subway-boss-jericho]

Fuck it. Silly post time

My doodles from my class notes this + last week. I have been struggling to draw my guys on model lately so you can see some of the Struggles. go ahead, look at em. i am so human but watch me go. Anyways, these are in order from oldest to most recent (the ones I did in class today.) Trying to figure out how i want to draw them again, because it seems I can never quite do it the same way twice. Mildly frustrating, but it does leave space for silly posts like this. I hope someone else finds as much amusement in offended tynamo as I do.

AUs include spirit keeper (I've forgotten how to draw??? his hair??? which is like his most identifying feature???? don't know where THAT muscle memory went but it is GONE) and also Steady Tracks Ingo (who I have Never figured out how to draw in the first place tbh). Also pictured: an intentionally rare little ingo appearance. Also noticed I've been drawing more canon-compliant doodles than I normally do, so that's neat! Top right image (the third one) is my INSANELY botched attempt at drawing the One Move twins. Literally turbo fucked that one. look at ingo's face. Unrecognizable. Will I stop using an ink pen? when I die maybe

Anyways. God be damned I am Having Fun. Wanted to offer you my doodles in the hopes they make someone else smile too today. Oh the train is just a train, I just figured you guys would like that one. Even though I'm struggling to keep my pen steady or my lines consistent, I am still very happy with several things here. The smoke on the train, and the two middle Emmets on the very last image in particular I really love

silly post complete. have a great timezone

[arisewanekosuki]

TLH -April Fools special-: Dream or reality? (Fem!Reader x ????)

Got an idea so decided to post it for today :3c Small special doodles at the end! ------

-"(Y/n)?" You turned in your sleep, ignoring whoever is calling you. The person chuckled. -"(Y/n) wake up." you still ignored them. The person sighed and then they whispered in your ear. -"If you won't wake up now I will kiss you." This made you open your eyes and sit in the bed. The blonde male laughed. Looking closely you notice they are very similar to Lumine but it's not her twin brother. -"Good morning, did you sleep well?" The boy asked. -"...Lumine?" you asked, still confused. -"Yes?" the boy smiled.  -"Ah! N-nothing! Good morning and yes! I slept very well! How about you?" -"Hmm.. the truth is after we stopped sharing a bed I feel lonely..." he said with pout. This made your cheeks feel warm. -"w-what?!" The boy laughed and patted your head. -"I'm messing with you, get up! The breakfast is ready!" and with that he left your room.  You sat in your bed confused that Lumine now is a boy, not knowing that outside this room awaits even more surprises for you.  After breakfast you went with Lumine and Paimon ,who also became a boy to your surprise, and did commissions. You couldn't help but admire Lumine, no matter if she was a girl or boy... she or rather now he, is very beautiful. When he smiles he looks like an angel and his white clothes only add to this image.  -"You have been daydreaming all day... Are you feeling unwell?" Traveler asked.  -"Yeah! You didn't even eat that much for breakfast! Paimon is worried!" the male childish voice joined. You waved your hand. -"I'm alright-!!" Before you could finish Lumine came to you and brought your head closer to his,  your both forehead touching. -"I don't think you have a fever..." you jumped from him.  -"S-see?! A-alright! Let's go back to teapot!"

...

You wondered if you went crazy or what, everything else seems normal and yet all the girls now are boys! And you didn't even see one guy to confirm that boys are girls now. Everything is weird. You sighed and lay down on the sofa. -"I-is everything alright (Y/n)?" You heard a timid male voice, looking up you saw a boy with silver hair looking at you with worry.  -"Y-yeah... I'm alright... just tired I guess." you responded, sitting on the sofa so the boy in Knight uniform can join you. -I see... I made some tea and cookies for you!" Noelle placed the cup and bowl filled with sweets on the table. "I... I hope you will like them." You could see that his cheeks turned red. -"Thank you." You smiled and took the cookie. "mmMM! Delicious! You're the best Noelle!"  The boy smiled shyly, happy that you enjoy his baking.  -"Ah! Please let me!" you looked at him confused. Noelle took a napkin and started to get rid of the crumbs that were stuck on the corner of your lips.  You felt your heart beat faster.  -"Done!" The boy took a step away from you, beaming with a smile. -"A-ahaha! Thank you!" You said, still feeling how close he was seconds ago.

...

After you finished cookies and tea you excused yourself. You thought that the only weird thing was for your female friends being boys but they behave a bit differently… You’re not sure why but they seem more clingy than normal. While being deep in your thoughts you didn’t pay attention where you were going and while turning around the corner you bumped into someone. -Oh? (Y/n) are you alright?” -”Yes, sorry-” you looked up to see Kokomi. “Why are all those girls so beautiful as men?!” you thought, thinking how blessed your friends are, that no matter which gender they are, they are always lovely looking. You felt his fingers under your chin, making you look into light indigo eyes. -”Are you sure?” the boy asked, with concern written on his face. You felt your face getting warmer and warmer. -”O-of course! Now please excuse me!” After that you ran away. Kokomi was surprised but then smiled, you are so adorable like always.

...

 When you passed certain room you heard someone calling your name -Oh? (Y/n), good timing, please come here." The brown haired guy in Inazuma attire called to you. -"What is it, Chiori? Do you need some more materials?" He was still working on some new clothes. -"No, but I would appreciate it if you tried some dresses I prepared." For the next hour you would try different clothes that Chiori was giving you. All of them for some reason suited you perfectly, like they were made especially with your measures in mind. Chiori would look at you, deep in thought and then ask about your opinion. When there was some clothes you weren't sure what to say about he immediately would tell you to take it off and …cut it to pieces. -"W-what?! Why did you do that?!" You asked, surprised by that. -"It wasn't great, I can make something better. Alright, try this one, it's the last, I promise." He said, giving you another piece of clothing, this time they were based on Inazuma style. -"Hey! What are you two doing?" The boy with blonde hair came to the room. After he saw you he gasped. -”(Y/n)!! You look so cute in this!" he quickly came to you when you left the dressing room. "You look like one of those princesses from stories! So cute! Adorable!" Yoimiya was checking you, throwing many compliments. You on other hand were surprised by seeing half of his chest… compared to him when he was a girl there weren't any bandages around it. When Yoimiya wanted to take your hand, his hand got smacked by other guy. -"Don't touch. I don't want you to ruin her clothes." Chiori said with a serious tone, standing between you and the archer boy. -"Aww don't be like that! I won't ruin them!" The two started bickering with each other and you used this as a chance to change back into your clothes and leave the room. 

...

Going to the library, hoping for some peace, you saw someone sleeping on the table. You approached the boy who slept soundly. -"Layla? Please go to your bed if you are sleepy..." you shook his shoulders, hoping that he would wake up. "It's not healthy for you to sleep like this." Layla started to groan. -"Huh? Oh no! Did I fall asleep again?!" He sat up straight, looking at the paper that he was lying onto. "Ah I drooled on it!!" He started to panic. -"L-Layla calm down! You can just rewrite it on another one." You patted his back. -"Y-Yeah…" He sighed. "It seems it's finished too…" -"Well… that's good right?" -"Yes but it was again "The Stars' Blessing" who finished it…" the boy looked depressed. You weren't sure what to say to make him feel better so you just decided to pat his head. To your surprise he turned towards you, not getting up from chair and hugged your waist. The two of you didn't say anything, you continued to pat his head. … After a moment you noticed he fell asleep in this position…

...

After you managed to free yourself from Layla arms and leaving him in his room, you decided to take a walk outside of the mansion. Passing the training grounds, you saw two archers train, you didn't want to bother them but one of them saw you. -(Y/n)!!" Amber shouted and ran towards you, engulfing you in a hug. "Did you see it? All bullseye!" The boy with short brown hair let go of you. -"Yeah! You're amazing!" you smiled. You heard the arrow hitting the target. Looking behind Amber you saw Tengu warrior already preparing another arrow and piercing the one that was already in the dummy. -"Wow! Sara is amazing too!" The dark haired guy smirked a bit. -"Thank you for your compliments." Sara responded. Amber pouted. -"I can do that too!!" and with that he went back to shoot arrows. You watched them for a while, then went back to the mansion to bring some water for the guys. When you came back with cups, both of them were complimenting each other archery. When they notice you, they make space between them for you to sit. -"Ah, that was the best training! I learned so much from you Sara! Thanks!" -"I have to say, thanks to you I could improve as well." You smiled, happy that the boys got along. Then you felt Amber head on your shoulder. -"Do you mind if I rest like this for a bit?" he asked. -"I don't mind." you felt your cheeks get warm again. You took a peak at Sara, he was drinking the water you brought. You couldn't help but be amazed by his looks.  -"Do I have something on my face?" he asked suddenly. -"Ah n-no! I just... um got lost in my thoughts!" you tried to laugh it off. The boy didn't spare a look at you. -"Is that so..." You could feel his wings brush your back. "What is this situation?!" you asked yourself.

...

After the boys went back to train a little bit more before night fall you continued on your walk. You heard some music coming from one of the islands so you went to check it. There you saw Nilou dancing. His movement is beautiful and graceful, and the sunset makes it all look even more magical. You couldn't help but be in awe. The boy noticed you and smiled, waving his hand for you to come closer. -"Hello my dear (Y/n), did you enjoy the show?" he chuckled. You could spot some blush on his cheeks. -"Yes, it was wonderful. Are you preparing for the next show?"  He nodded. -"I hope you will come to see it!"  -"Of course!" then the boy held onto your hands and started to dance. "N-Nilou?!"  you called his name flustered. -"Shh! Let's dance together!" And with that you two danced till the sun hid completely below the horizon.

...

After you came back to the mansion, you went to the kitchen to eat something. -"Ah! (Y/n)! There you are!" Furina got up from his seat. "You have to try those macarons, they are so delicious!" He holds the sweet in front of your lips. "Say 'aaa'~" -"I-I can eat it myself-aam....mmm!" the boy chuckled. Taking a closer look at him there weren't that many changes in his look compared to others. When you finished eating you saw him already taking a tray with the sweets. -"Let's come to my room and eat more!~" with his free hand he took yours and you two went towards his room.  Before you could reach it, suddenly the lights turned off. Furina yelped. -"Huh? Why did the lights turn off? "You could feel his hold on your hand tight. -"Taking all sweets and (Y/n) with you? How naughty~" the voice whispered between you two. Furina jumped and the sweets went flying. -"Watch out!" you shouted bringing Furina closer to yourself, not wanting him to be hit with a tray. Thankfully his little friends caught everything before it could hit the floor. -"Oops!" The other male said and laughed. "Sorry! But I mean it! You wanted to have our sweet (Y/n) for only yourself! So greedy~ " Hu Tao smirked while turning the lights on. -"T-that’s not true! I just wanted to enjoy those maracorns with her!…That's it…" Furina pouted with blush adoring his cheeks. -"Hm? Is this really true?~" The boy with short brown hair came closer to other male. -"Of course!" -"Then... you two won't mind if I join?" He gave an innocent smile, but you and Furina knew he was up to something.  -"If you insist..." The white haired boy replied. Your lil group enjoyed sweets in Furina room. At some point Hu Tao laid his head on your lap, making Furina angry. You just accepted your fate as a pillow at this moment. 

...

After spending time with two energetic boys you felt sleepy. On your way towards your room you bumped into Jean. -"(Y/n)? You're not in bed yet?" the male looked with worry at you. -"Tao and Furina held me up a bit." You were feeling like you would fall asleep any moment. Jean sighed and then took you in bride style. You didn't even realize, falling immediately asleep. When Jean tucked you in bed he smiled. -"Goodnight... have nice dreams." He kissed your forehead and silently left your room. … -(Y/n) wake up! Breakfast is ready!" You heard a voice. Opening your eyes you saw Paimon being normal again. You quickly brought her to your chest and started to hug. -"Paimon you're girl again!! Thank goodness!!" you said, happy that everything is back to normal. -"Paimon was always a girl! Let Paimon go! Can't b-breath!"

Couldn't add Xilonen and Shenhe in fic but still here small doodles of them too!

♂️Lumine design by pottsness (Twitter) ♂️Sara design by code_tesseract (Twitter) ♂️Chiori design by promisset (Instagram) ♂️Noelle , ♂️Amber design by Beebunii (Twitter) ♂️Kokomi design by xu_carman (Twitter)

[stetermonthlyprompts]

December 2024: Santa's Little Helpers

For this month's prompt we're going with Santa's Little Helpers. Are they elves? Gnomes? Reindeer? Little funky fairy mushroom sprites? You decide. Maybe they're mischievous, maybe they're kind or maybe they fuck shit up beyond all repair by sticking their little paws into the lives of those around them. Perhaps the Hales come from a long line of Santa's wolves who pull the slay and fight all the evil spirits trying to stop the big red man. Or the Stilinskis come from a long line of tinkerers who infuse their magic into the toys as fun little surprises for the children who open them.

[ajn-illustrated]

Drew this to go with the next chapter of I'm Turning Off The Car, which will most likely be posted Tuesday, if all goes well lol.

I was describing Stacy's outfit in the chapter and was filled with the need to draw it. That vest is directly inspired by one I saw at the thrift store, went back the next day to buy it, and it was gone 😔😭 rip ugly poinsettia sweater vest I miss you

[glitchedrabbit]

my friend who is amazing at writing is getting their own ao3 account, they wrote a beckory fic for me and I absolutely loved it and will definitely enjoy them to post it when they get the account

[tsukuhoe]

GHOSTFACE!JJK FICS

i live 4 the scream movies & and luv the ghostface x jjk fics! heres a list of the ones i’ve found ^.^ this'll be updated as i hunt for more lol! mdni, nsfw included

gojo maybe you're too weak for us - suguruspit final girl (gone wild) - c0pkiller hide, doll - chiibi-chan you wanted this, right? - selfishdoll ima make u scream - kurooh ghostface - simplygojo call me - dietcokegirly12 i wonder who's watching me now - soft-zawa-png

geto so, you got a boyfriend- slttygeto maybe you're too weak for us - suguruspit i want to hear you screammm - luvsupaoh oh, you wanna play psycho killer - sugurubabe i just wanna hear you (s)creammm - screampied bimbofication - cu7ie you wanted this, right? - selfishdoll ghostface - simplygojo ima make u scream - kurooh call me - dietcokegirly12

nanami i just wanna hear you (s)creammm - screampied

choso ghostface!choso hcs - vmpiires wanna see what your insides look like - pennjammin stab! - doestalker bf choso - kissingchoso monsta - tonycries

toji ghostface!toji and his little helper - namjooningera what's your favourite movie - xllizs ghostface!toji - rishiguro wanna play psycho killer - screampied

sukuna masked menace - sadistic-kiss so i know who i'm looking at - fushitoru

ino “how fun it’s going to be to fuck rip your insides out” - gojoscinnamonroll

misc/etc no, please don't kill me mr. ghostface, i wanna be in the squeal! - bakugoshotwife asking them to chase you with a ghost face costume on (smau) - nanaslutt wear this for me (smau) - obsessedblerd masked (interactive) - webism

[bunny-jpeg]

baby showers & bright ideas

simon "ghost" riley

cw: smut/pwp, rough sex, breeding kink, baby fever, doggy style, unprotected sex (duh), size difference/kink

love the fic? leave a comment! really love the fic? suggest your own!

congratulations captain john price. he found himself a missus and now they were having a baby. mrs. price was practically glowing with her pregnancy even if she was waddling around a little. heavy price brat at her hips. price had a hand on her back and helped her whenever he could, he was a doting husband.

while simon enjoyed the food and the drinks, it was nothing compared to the pit in his stomach. why couldn't his missus' sprout a little belly like that? a nice riley babe in your soft womb, wouldn't that be a dream? it all came to a head when he overheard garrick's wife ask when you and simon were having a baby. he saw your got red before you shooed away the question.

the answer was simple, tonight. you were going to make a baby tonight.

being misses riley was no easy feat. simon riley was all scarring inside and out, even his scarred hand on your soft, unblemished thigh was such a contrast. from the scar that ran down his lip to the one that ran across his hip, he needed a tough woman.

but, you were quite far from tough. at least physically, you couldn't even hurt a spider. he watched you move it out the window of your apartment and into a flower box. you were pretty tiddies and a squishy tummy. wide hips and soft smiles. plush in a way that simon could get lost in. the kind of woman that he could bully his cock into, to make a proper mama.

once you got home from the baby shower, simon was on you like a shadow. his hands on your hips as he guided you to the bedroom, barely giving you time to get your sandals off. his erection strained in his blue jeans as he bent you over the bed with your face against the mattress and you ass leveled his his cock.

"there she is." he said as he ran his hand across your pussy over your skirt, "there's my girl." he said in a low grumble of a voice. it reverberated in your brain as you felt all sense leave out your ears.

you clung to the covers as he took your skirt off, and your pretty daffodil coloured panties. you only let go of the covers to let simon get your shirt and bra off of you. you looked over your shoulder at him once you were nude and could feel his hungry brown eyes on you. you squirmed a little bit with your breasts rubbed against the covers which only excited you more.

simon got out of his clothes. you heard the rustle of his belt hitting the ground and saw his shirt being thrown to the head of the bed. your husband was soon naked and his cock was pressed up against you and your hips were pushed up.

"pretty thing. pretty girl." he said. he was just so much more bigger than you, he made you feel so small even when the blunt head of his cock was pressed up against your tight cunt, "you'll look pretty with a baby at your hip. already got the body to have babies, not some twig. a proper woman to have my babies." he sank into your pussy and your back arched with the feeling. the stretch of his length inside of you.

"si." you whimpered.

"i saw ya at the baby shower. how could i not. if price's girl wasn't so heavily pregnant, everyone would be lookin' at ya. bein' a little helper to the price's, bein' a good girl." he said, "ya know all about bein' good. i couldn't take my eyes off of ya. especially with the cut of that sundress. why haven't i seen it before?"

you whimpered, "i wanted to save it for a special occasion. no time felt right except for today."

"your fat tits could barely be kept in it. not quite right for a baby shower. unless you were hopin' to walk away with more than just a gift bag. i bet ya were a little jealous. seein' how the captain treats his wife." simon's voice was honey on your brain. it made you feel hot all over and a little hazy in the brain.

"mmm, si."

"i got ya, always do. that's what a husband does. he provides. but, ya gotta do me a favour, beautiful. get pregnant, let me get you pregnant." his started to pick up the pace and you groaned loudly. you could feel the rattle in your soul from the intensity of his pace.

everything from euphoric and hot, you felt good in the best way you could use that term. it was a heat that could be felt in the tips of your fingers and the tips of your toes. you moaned and panted against your soft bedding.

simon pressed your hips further up, almost holding you up against him as he thrusted in and out of you. such a powerful man, no matter the size, you were easily picked up by your hulking mass of a husband. he was a strong brick wall, and you were delicate like a bed of flowers.

eventually simon got you fully onto the bed with him standing at the end with his cock still inside of you. he worked himself against you and you felt the thump of pleasure in your body. you felt his cock nudge against some of your softest parts and you panted wildly.

"so pretty." he said, "only get more pretty when you're carryin' my kid around. i promise i'll be there every step of the way. my woman won't go without." he could imagine you with the baby weight at your hips, and eventually the chunky riley baby at your hip while you worked through the house.

that was his dream. a nice house, a soft wife, a couple of kids in the yard. it was a simple life, but simon yearned for it. eat dinner, put the kids to bed, show his missus' some lovin'. he continued to rut against you while he leaned over you and wrapped his strong arms around your middle. letting his cock nudge against your cervix, a friendly greeting. a promise that he was gonna keep that cunt warm.

"please, si." you couldn't deny it. his words were hot and you were feeling flustered at the baby shower. you could feel the pull to have a baby, and it was good that you and your hubby were on the same page.

you blushed against the covers, he was still so smitten with you. he loved every curve and mole. he loved every inch of soft skin against his calloused hands. you could hear him panting for you, wanting you more than anything. you whimpered a little bit from the feeling of his cock hitting against all the right spots.

simon knew how to drive you mad with a sexual heat.

his heavy thrusts went to your head and before you knew it, you were panting like an animal in heat with your back arched like a good girl. a good wife.

"yeah, you'll keep my belly and my cock warm, huh? that's what a good missus' does. takin' care of her hubby and the kids he gave her." he felt your cunt clench around his cock. that got you excited. he continued to rut against you until you tensed up under him during climax.

you clawed at the covers a little as the pleasure hit you. your eyes rolled back a little and your husband continued to fuck you. he moved you against his cock and watched your back. a few more thrusts after your climax as simon was finishing as well.

"that's it, that's it. good girl. good girl." he purred lowly, "a good missus riley." the words made you shudder. he felt the heat under his skin. he felt alive.

but it wasn't long before his body craved for more. while he pulled out of you, he got onto the bed and between your legs. his cock gleamed with your wetness, but still painfully hard. he needed more.

after all, he needed to make sure it all took.

-

"there's my missus." simon said with his voice filled with love. he strong arms wrapped around you swollen middle and his nose up against your shoulder, "pretty as always."

this was your second pregnancy in two years, and your firstborn, a baby girl was sound asleep in her playpen while you cooked breakfast for you and simon. you looked like a proper wife, a good wife.

maybe it was a bit of an overkill to have two babies so close together, but simon couldn't help himself. it didn't help that you only got hotter when you were being such a good mama to his daughter. his large hands roamed your swollen middle. a few more months and you'll be having a boy.

"not feeling too pretty." you yawned. you tilted your head up and simon leaned down a little to kiss you square on the lips, "why don't you go check on our little peanut and i'll plate our food."

"of course, love." anything for his wife.

your little family felt complete, that was until simon got a itch to have baby number three. <3

[tiny-paws]

couldn’t help it, i made a fic for this board bdjsjfjhsjd. i just wrote this in a few hours, but honestly i’m so obsessed w this concept there might be more coming soon…

very, very self-indulgent teen regressor alpharad board :3 we’ve been Super Duper hyperfixated on them lately, and when I had the idea to make a board themed around them… well it was kinda inevitable lol

lil disclaimer bc i know some ppl will think this— i’m not saying the actual guy is an age regressor!!!!!!!! this is a fun fictionalised version of them i’m thinking about to bring me comfort :)

i think jacob would regress to around 14-17, sometimes 10-13 if they were stressed out, but generally not a younger kid age. not a lot of people would know abt their regression, but at least jaiden, jo and jan (oh my gosh all the j names) would know and be his caregivers/babysitters :]

he would probably do/enjoy a lot of stereotypical teen stuff, mixed with his current interests, like video games (especially nintendo/pokemon), chaotic shenanigans with friends, immature jokes, junk food, etc. it’d be really hard for people who don’t know them well to tell if they’re regressed, since they’re just as chaotic and excitable when they’re big, but their caregivers would know The Signs.

please check our DNI before following!!

[ivmaruva]

“Hermione’s Little Helper” 🦂

Another “Measure Of A Man” by Inadaze22 fanart because there will never be enough art for this fic!

[suhkusa]

HELL OF A WOMAN.

PAIRING. Bakugou Katsuki x f!Reader

CW. slight enemies-to-lovers, some angst but not heavy, fluff, you're both snarky (romantic), ~4k words, slice of life, reader has a healing quirk

A/N. i'd say slowburn but it's only slowburn because i barely ever write fics this long lol

Throughout your time in the nurse’s office as Recovery Girl’s student apprentice, you’ve met many different students. They all varied– whether it be their quirk, their grade, or even the injury they had come in for. 

Students from the general education, support and management departments rarely ever made their rounds to the nurse’s office, only coming in for a simple cut or bruise. 

That left you with those in the hero department.

You got along well with nearly all of them, even going as far as becoming friends with a few. And while that was true, of course there were gonna be some who you couldn’t get along with. But, there was specifically one student you could not stand. And he’d probably say the same thing for you as well. 

It was none other than Bakugou Katsuki.

———

The first time you really interacted with Bakugou Katsuki was within the first month of your apprenticeship. It was in your 3rd year, and you had already been managing well. 

Your day had started off fantastic. Recovery Girl had left you to run the office by yourself, thoroughly trusting your working and communication skills, so that she could run errands out of town. 

The office hadn’t been too busy, allowing you time to finish a bit of your homework at your own little desk next to hers. A few people came and left, just needing a simple healing of their arm or leg. 

You had been lost in thought when he slammed the door open, practically huffing as he walked in. Putting your pencil down, your wide eyes looked up and met his own. It felt as though he was burning a hole straight through your skull with the way he stared you down.

You didn’t even have to ask to know who he was. In your first and second year, his face was plastered nearly everywhere throughout the media. Bakugou Katsuki. But you’d never talked to him. Well, until now.

Assuming he’d be like every other person who walked through that door, stating their business then quietly leaving, you broke the deafening silence.

“Uh, yes?” you let out, cringing internally at the way the words came out.

Bakugou looked around the room before back at you, “Where the hell is the old woman at?” he spat.

You were seemingly surprised at his not-so-subtle entrance and dirty language. 

“If you meant Recovery Lady by “old woman”, then she’s out of town for some errands. I can help you if–”

“And who the hell are you?” he snapped before you finished, impatience laced in the way he spoke and stood before you.

You could practically feel how your jaw dropped and eyebrows furrowed at his blunt question. If he didn’t hold back, then why should you?

“I’m Y/N L/N, I’m Recovery Lady’s helper. Now,” you put on the most calm and collected voice you could manage, “what the hell do you want?”

The day was going well, before now at least, and you were not going to let some egoistic, cocky guy ruin it for you. Tug of war is a game with two different sides, and you weren’t gonna let him win victoriously. 

Bakugou’s face scrunched up at the words you spat right back at him, opening his mouth to retort something– probably an insult– before letting it fall shut with a grunt. 

“What the– Just put a bandage on this shit,” he held his arm out for you to see a scrape wound running up the length of it.

You raised an eyebrow as you glanced between the injury and his eyes that looked down at you expectantly. And waited.

“The fuck you staring at?” he spoke– yelled, really– before stepping a bit closer.

A smirk tugged up at the corner of your lips before you sat back in your spinning chair, crossing a leg over the other. Like you were the one expecting something.

“You–”

“Please.” you cut him off, lifting a hand to inspect your nails nonchalantly. Hm, maybe you should get them done.

“Like hell I’m saying that, do something about–”

“Please.”  you repeated, emphasizing the word in a louder tone. You looked at him from behind your lifted hand, the smirk that once teased at your mouth now sitting there fully– mocking him.

“Fine! Fuckin’ fine!”  Bakugou snarled, his pearly whites peeking from under his lips. “Will you please do something about this?”

Satisfied, you responded, “‘Kay,”

———

Perhaps you should’ve bit your tongue before you spoke to the oh so great Bakugou Katsuki. In your defense, you didn’t know he’d hold it against you. You were joking, obviously. It was obvious. Right?

And so, everytime he walked into the nurse’s office, he’d send you the same nasty glare, practically seething through his teeth as he made eye contact with you. You knew exactly why he did the gesture every time he came in, but how long did this guy hold grudges for? It wasn’t like you publicly humiliated him or anything. 

“Why are you always looking at me like that?” you asked him one day as the Recovery Lady escorted him to one of the vacant cots, leg stretched out as you leaned back in your chair. 

“Hah? Like what?” he grunted in your direction as he took a seat, an eyebrow raised in curiosity? Irritation? Probably both.

“Mm,” you looked up to the roof as if you were thinking, “Like you like me or something, I mean it’s really flattering but you don’t have to sta—”

“As if. I’d rather watch an elephant take a dump than stare at your face any day,” Bakugou inputted as he lifted his arm to allow Recovery Lady to heal the injury along his bicep.

“Oh really? I didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff, Bakugou,” 

You fidgeted with the pen in your hand as you watched his face scrunch up. 

“You know what—”

Just as he was about to rise and stand from his spot, Recovery Lady quickly and gently pushed him to sit back down. 

“Y/N,” she emphasized your name with a familiar tone, “I think we’re running low on bandages, could you go get some from the storage room?” 

Even though her words were anything but hostile, you and Bakugou could tell she was scolding you. You let out a sigh. 

“Yeah, I can,” 

Getting up from your seat, you set your things down before making your way to the door. Not before stealing one more glance at Bakugou. He was also staring back at you, but this time there was a bit of cockiness in his eyes. Getting the last word never hurt anybody.

You slid the door open, eyes still locked with his, “You know, you’d probably look cute as well if you didn’t look like you were constipated 24/7,” 

“The fuck—”

Quickly sticking your tongue out at him, you shut the door before he was able to finish his sentence.

———

The nurse’s office had been particularly quiet today. The slow day in the office gave you more free time to yourself, which allowed you to catch up on a couple past assignments. Only two or three people came in before the lunch bell rang. After packing your bag, you waved off Recovery Lady as you excused yourself to the cafeteria.

And when you returned, it was still quiet. You quickly noticed that it was also void of Recovery Lady, the short woman nowhere to be seen. As you slid the door shut behind you, you heard a hushed groan come from one of the beds. Your head snapped to the source of the noise, quietly stepping closer to the person. 

Almost naturally, you recognized the disheveled blonde hair. Bakugou. 

But this was different. New. He was quiet for once, and the eyes that almost always were glaring at you were closed shut. Your body relaxed at the unusual sight of him. And maybe if you were crazy, you would’ve thought he was cute. 

As you got closer, you noticed the slight crease in his eyebrows, as well as the bandage that was wrapped around his torso. 

Perhaps you got too caught up in the moment, though. Too caught up in the way his chest slowly rose with each breath, the way his skin seemed to glow under the sun’s filtered light. So caught up that you didn’t realize those familiar crimson eyes were staring back up at you.

“You a pervert now?” his voice cut through silence, causing you to tense and step back. “The hell are you looking at?”

For a moment, it felt like your voice was caught in your throat. You caught yourself trying to find something to look at. Something other than him.

“Looks like you’re in quite a predicament,” you commented with a breathy laugh, not really knowing what else to say. Stupid joke.

“No, really?” sarcasm was laced in his tone, but you could hear the struggle as he grunted quietly afterwards.

Maybe you’d spare him for the day.

“Recovery Lady hasn’t gotten to you, yet?” you asked as you slowly made your way to your desk, setting down your bag.

“Nah,” he let out a huff as he sat up, “Shit— she wasn’t here when I got here,”

Letting out a hum in response, “Do… Do you want me to help you then?” you asked, even though you already knew the likely answer.

“What the hell do you think—” 

“You know, on second thought I have some homework—”

He let out an exasperated sigh before surrendering once again, “Yes. Yes, please. Help me,”

Biting back a small smile, you turned back around to make your way back to the injured man. You pulled up a chair next to the bed, sliding in closer. After gesturing him to lay back down, your hands carefully peeled back the bandages that covered the wound. You’d never get used to the sight of blood. 

You could feel the way his body tensed every time your hand neared his injury, though you tried your best not to touch it at all. 

“Sorry if it hurts a little,” you said, lifting your hands over the gash, “Just do your best to relax,”

“Whatever,” Bakugou responded as he turned his head away from you. 

It happened in a flash. From his peripheral view, he saw your hands glow, and the next thing he knew: he was fine again. Not a scar, scratch, or wound in sight. Like it wasn’t even there. 

Though you enjoyed the perplexed look in his eyes, you could feel yourself becoming rather light-headed. You took a deep breath before standing up and going back to your desk to get your water bottle. 

As you took a sip of your water, you watched as he sat up in the cot, lifting up his shirt to examine the skin. 

“Never seen a quirk before?” you laughed at his amusement.

His face quickly snapped back to his normal grouchy look, “No, just didn’t know you had a quirk at all, you usually just bandage my injuries up. Plus healing quirks are rare,”

“Mm, I get that a lot,” you mused, twisting the cap back onto your water, “It’s just a normal healing quirk though. I’ve been working with Recovery Lady to train it’s capabilities,”

Bakugou grunted in response. Silence filled the room for a moment before he decided to speak up. 

“Gonna head back to class,” he stated curtly, swiftly putting his blazer back on before stepping towards the door, “Thanks, I guess,” 

With one last glance back at you, he was gone. Leaving you and the rapid thumping of your heart alone in the room once again. 

———

“Is anyone sitting here?” a gruff voice came from above.

With the rest of the noise in the cafeteria, you nearly didn’t hear him. Your eyes gazed up from your food toward him, eyebrow shooting up in question.

“Uhm,” you swallowed the food in your mouth before responding, “what does it look like to you?” 

You gestured to the empty seats around you before going back to poking at your lunch.

“Tch, just asking,” Bakugou murmured under his breath as he tugged a chair out from under the table and took a seat.

As you ate, you couldn’t help but sneak a couple of glances his way. Just why was he sitting with you? Was this his own silent way of tormenting you?

“So,” you started before clearing your throat, “what do you want?”

You could see him freeze mid-bite, eyes shooting up to you.

“To eat? What else?” he grunted nonchalantly.

Well no shit.

“Oh really? Didn’t know that,” you rolled your eyes, “why not eat with your friends?”

“Don’t wanna,”

Your lips pulled into a thin line before you gave up. You dismissed him as you continued to finish your lunch. After this you’d probably have enough time to take a nap in the nurse’s office. In an attempt to finish your food without starting some random argument with the blonde next to you, you kept the interactions to a minimum.

After you finished, you debated your options. Did you say goodbye or just… leave? Just leaving would be rude, wouldn’t it? Well who cares, you sure don’t–

“Hold on,” he called out, catching your attention.

You watched as he quickly finished the rest of his lunch, gathering his stuff before standing up. 

“What–”

“Alright, let’s go,” he said as he walked past you towards the garbage can.

“Uh,” you followed shortly after him with your trash, “go where?”

Stacking his tray with the others, he sent you a glare with a rough, “Where else?” 

When you didn’t respond with a word but instead with a confused look, Bakugou sighed and continued. 

“The nurse’s office,” 

Your mouth dropped open in a silent “Ohh”. You tugged your bag over your shoulder as you walked up next to him.

 The walk through the halls was rather silent other than the couple of students that walked past the two of you. But not a word was said between the two of you. At least until he opened his mouth. 

“So, what are your plans after graduating?” he asked, hands in his pocket as he continued to walk by you. 

You let your eyes scan the exterior through the wide UA windows when you responded, “Hm, I think I’ll find a job in a hospital? I think I wanna work in some field with heroes, but I’m not quite sure yet… And you?”

“Obviously I’m gonna a hero,” Bakugou scoffed with a smirk, “Gonna be the best one, at that,” 

“I see,” you let a light laugh slip out at his confidence.

“What’s funny, huh?” he asked, voice suddenly scarily serious. 

Your eyes widened, “Nothing, nothing– It’s just we barely have normal conversations like this. I guess,” you quickly added.

Bakugou hummed in response, coming to a quick stop as the two of you reached the nurse’s office’s door. 

“Well,” you step closer to the door, “Thank you for walking me here, Bakugou,” you smiled.

“Katsuki,”

“Hm?”

He rolled his eyes, “Just call me Katsuki,” he turned the other way quickly before waving you off, “Later, nerd,” 

A laugh escaped you as you watched him walk away, waiting a couple of more moments before walking into the office.

Maybe if you stared for a little longer you would’ve seen the way his ears reddened at your smile.

———

“Oh! Good afternoon Bakugou and Kirishima!” the voice of the elderly woman snapped you awake, causing you to jump in your seat.

You could hear a snicker come from a certain person as you turned to see the two who entered the room.

Your eyes were met with a seemingly beaten up Kirishima and Bakugou, the two having scruffs, scratches and bruises on their skin.

“What were you guys doing this time?” Recovery Lady escorted the two to their own beds, tending to Bakugou’s injuries and gesturing to you to help Kirishima.

“Ah, just training, same as always,” the red head responded with a smile, “Oh, hey Y/N,”

You could feel the ends of your mouth tug upwards at his greeting, “Hey,”

“How’s everything been?” 

As you continued your chatter with Kirishima and helped him with his injuries, you didn’t seem to see or feel the daggers of stares that Bakugou sent in your direction.

On the other hand, Bakugou didn’t even know why he felt like this. 

What was he pissed about? It’s not like the two of you are friends. Did you consider him a friend? Yet why did it feel so utterly annoying to watch you interact with some other guy? 

That was beyond Bakugou. 

Maybe he already knew the answer. And maybe he didn’t want to come to terms with what that answer held.

Either way he couldn’t take another second of this.

“Bakugou? Where are you going—”

The sound of Recovery Lady’s frantic voice caught the attention of you and Kirishima. Your eyebrow raised in confusion as the blonde made his way to the door with the little lady following him.

“You’re not fully healed yet,” the old woman claimed.

“It’s fine,” 

“Let him,” Kirishima said after Bakugou slammed the door shut. “He’s been a little off lately,”

You wrapped a bandage around Kirishima’s elbow, “Off? How?”

Kirishima’s eyes looked up in thought, “He’s been kinda closed off lately; barely comes to our hangouts,”

“Ooh,” you sighed as you continued helping the guy in front of you.

There was a seedling of worry planted in your stomach, and you barely had any clue why. It’s not like you guys were close. He was just some guy who came to the nurse’s office like every other student. Maybe those late nights staying up were finally catching up to you. 

After cleaning up and sending Kirishima off, you were finally left alone. Recovery Lady had left a while ago to fetch some supplies from the storage room. And so that left you and your thoughts alone in the office.

———

A week had gone by.

A week had gone by, and there had been radio silence from Bakugou.

Either training had slowed down or he was completely avoiding you. And either way, it still made you a bit sad. Only a bit. 

Days in the nurse’s office were slow and lonely. You never made a real connection with anyone. People came and people left. They come to get healed and leave. No side talk, albeit a few exceptions. Bakugou being one of those.

 There were times where you thought you saw him entering the nurse’s office when you were leaving, but the glimpses were so small that you chalked it up to your imagination.

It felt like he was consuming your every thought, so you had no choice but to accept the fact that maybe you had a crush on Bakugou. Maybe.

But so what? That was normal, everyone had a crush on him at one point. Too bad you fell victim along with the rest of them, though.

Admitting to yourself that you liked Bakugou was hard, but having to actually deal with the feelings you had was harder. One, because you’ve never really had a serious crush. And two, he was nowhere to be seen. Having a crush on him made your heart beat so quick that you’d use your quirk on yourself to make sure you weren’t having heart problems.

Soon, one week turned into two.

And it seemed like the office was only getting busier as the third years prepared for their finals. Everyone was in and out as they practiced their hand to hand combat more vigorously and more often.

The first couple of days, it was easy. But towards the end of the week, you began to fatigue. Having to balance your own finals and running around the office having to use your quirk over and over was doing a number on you. 

The injuries were becoming worse, the amount was increasing. At times, you were dizzy with how many times you’d have to keep turning around from bed to bed to help someone new. 

Then there was a calm. You barely noticed a full week of finals had swung by, leaving the clinic empty and quiet. 

“Is it alright if I nap during the passing period?” you turn in your chair to Recovery Lady, who is stocking up the medicine cabinets.

“Of course, you should be fine, if anything I can handle anyone who comes in,” she tells you.

You sigh in relief as you walk to the nearest bed on weak legs, basically melting into it as soon as your body hits the cushion. You knock out on the spot, letting your well-deserved slumber overcome you.

———

 Your slumber is interrupted by a slight jolt to the bed frame you’re lying on. You groan as you flip onto your other side. The light escapes through your lashes, creating a blurred light illusion with a silhouette. Your eyes shot open, a silhouette? 

You become conscious of yourself as soon as you realize the one before you is none other than Bakugou Katsuki. There’s a stupid grin on his face which makes you want to slap it right off of him. You sneakily nudge at the drool on the side of your mouth and adjust your clothing and appearance.

“Finally awake, sleeping beauty?” he says from the seat beside you, and it feels like forever since you’ve last heard that voice of his.

“Yeah, because of someone,” you grumbled, eyebrows scrunching up. He laughs, laughs, as his eyes focus on you.

“It’s getting late,” is all he says.

You have half a mind to respond, until you remember that he’s been avoiding you. Your eyebrows tighten together impossibly closer, as you flip to face away from him.

“You’re a dick,” you say matter-of-factly. “You’ve been avoiding me, I’m not stupid,”

Your eyes are jittery as they look everywhere. Trying to focus on something in the room to distract yourself from all of the possibilities of what might come out of his mouth.

“Why do you care?”

His words cause you to sit up, facing him once more. “What do you even mean, why? I used to see you everyday, then suddenly you just walked out and I never saw you again,”

Bakugou’s eyes slightly roll at your words, and it kind of hurts.

“I just thought maybe we were…” your words trail off causing Bakugou to stare at you more intently.

“Were what?”

“I don’t know, friends, or some shit,” you bury your head in your hands out of embarrassment.

“Did I say we weren’t?”

“Well, you never said we were,”

“Didn’t think I had to,” he says, “Thought you were smarter than that, doc,”

You smile at the nickname. “You can leave now, I’m awake, I just have to close up the clinic. Why were you here in the first place?”

“Had to make sure you weren’t dead or something,”

Laughing, you get up to fix the bed sheets. The words that fly out of your mouth come out on their own. 

“What, do you like me or something?”

“Probably,”

His careless response didn’t register in your mind at first, but when it did, you could feel the heat rush from the back of your neck up to the tips of your ears. 

“W-What? You can’t just say that… weirdo,” your eyes flick up at him then back down to the sheets, fluffing up the already neat pillows. 

Silence filters through the room, the only noise filling your ears being the noise of cotton and linen being moved around. Along with the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears. It felt so loud, that you swear he could probably hear it as well. You didn’t know what to do, was this real life?

Did those words really just come out of his mouth?

His head tilted and you could feel his gaze on you. It was nerve-wracking, and you were just hoping and praying he’d say something that’d clear your mind. A small, “just kidding,” would be nice right about now. The hurt you’d feel from that would be better than the anxiety you felt at this instant. 

“Say what?” he mocks, and it causes your eye to twitch.

You decide you’re not playing these games with Katsuki Bakugou today, “Oh nothing, must’ve been the wind,” you flutter your eyes before turning the other direction to fix up another bed that looks like it’d been used.

A hand on your wrist puts a stop to your motions, and it immediately makes your head turn back to meet his eyes. 

“B- Katsuki–”

You’d usually be able to come up with something snarky, but right now all your words were caught in your throat. You were actually scared to say the wrong thing for once.

“You were joking right?” you ask him, nervous for what his answer might be.

Bakugou is quick to retort, “Depends, were you?”

You gulp down your anxiety before giving him a response, “N-No,”

“Then? Use that smart little brain of yours, doc,”

“Say it,” you demand, “I’m not playing this little game with you, so say it,”

His ruby eyes roll before connecting gazes with yours once again, “I like you, or something,” he mimics your words from earlier.

You can feel yourself fluster. The dizziness in your head almost made you convince yourself that you were dreaming. If this was a dream, you wanted All Might himself to pop out and punch you across the face.

“Why don’t you say something now, hm?” his grip around your wrist loosens to a more gentle grasp.

His face closens to yours, the distance between the two of you is only breaths-length. 

“Since you’re so smart, you tell me,” you sass, “Take a guess, smartass,” 

A smile quirks at the corner of his mouth, “You’re such a dick,” he whispers under his breath before closing the distance completely, his lips locking with yours. 

Your eyes widen at the pure shock, but you ultimately melt into the kiss. It’s sweet and you can feel the two of you smiling into it. 

When the two of you part, you can feel slight embarrassment wash over you. “You’re an ass, you didn’t even let me confess, my high school sweetheart experience is ruined forever, 

Bakugou lets out a breathy laugh at your words, “Thought you wanted me to take a guess,” 

“And if you were wrong?” 

“Hah, as if,”

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[arisewanekosuki]

Ok ok this is last one! I got writer block so... yeah T^T

[kricketbug]

@jonmartinweek day 4, As Long As You Need // Myths & Gods

Ideas explained below the cut!

Jon and Martin as gods/mythical-type creatures. Martin is a god of hearth, home, TLC and coziness. Cows are his helpers, and roaming flocks of them signify his influence in the area. Jon is a supernatural prince of Knowledge who was once taken prisoner (the first sketch is of him before, the second one is after); he eventually escaped but his mistreatment/malnutrition during his captivity has caused some changes. There are little sprites that follow him like will-o-the-wisps, finding and bringing him whispers of people’s stories (I imagine they are quite weird looking up close, but just look like flickering lights from a short distance). Eventually, Jon happens upon Martin, who feels the need to help him recover (and probably stop Jon from accidentally eating people’s experiences).

I did just start doodling and wing this because I wanted to contribute to the event today, so this is all slapdash. I love god!Martin and god!Jon fics!! There’s definitely been a few “Martin as a local deity” or “Martin as a nature god” fics that had him be a really cozy guy, and i appreciate them so much. I do imagine that if this Martin is ever ticked off, injured, or falls into despair, his influence flips on its head and that’s where the Lonely comes in.

[missfrustration]

to teach a captain - part 1 (luffy x reader 18+ fanfic)

summary: Luffy walks in on you touching yourself, and things quickly get out of hand.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

rating: 18+ explicit, minors do not interact!!

tags: pwp, nsfw, smut, sexual content, masturbation, cluelessness, luffy is a curious guy, reader is a member of the straw hat crew, post-time skip, second-hand embarrassment, no spoilers, no use of y/n

A/n: My first multi-part fic. I'm so glad people enjoyed it on ao3, so I'm posting it here! Enjoy!

words: 2.1k

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Something gnawed at you all day today. It wasn’t until you were munching on the assorted fruit that Sanji prepared for the girls after breakfast that you realized the feeling. You watched your captain sit comfortably on the head of the Sunny, staring out into the open blue, when the very thought snapped into your mind. 

You haven’t touched yourself in a while, and it was well due for a session. 

Typically, you don’t pleasure yourself outside of your bath time due to the lack of privacy on the ship, but showers have been rushed since Sunny's recent island escapade that you havent had the time. Since then, the crew regained their idle hours, and man, the level of horniness told you things needed to happen now. 

You set your bowl of fruits beside the deck railing and quickly dart to the girls’ room. Typically, you would never imagine doing the deed here, but Nami and Robin were busy on the ship and typically would stay above deck all day. None of the boys dare go in the girls’ room for fear of Nami’s wrath, so you don’t need to worry about someone barging in.

You reach your dresser tucked in the corner of the girls’ room and search under all the mess of clothes. At the very bottom, you pull out a small purple dildo and some lube and plop down on your bed. You didn’t bother shutting the door all the way; from the way you were feeling, you knew it wouldn’t take long.

You spared yourself from any niceties to get yourself in the mood. You peel off your pants and underwear and leave your top on, instantly wrinkling the smooth sheets of the mattress. 

When the silicone head tapped your clit, you already felt sparks. You knew you needed relief. Now.

The silicone base was lubricated in seconds, and you revel in the way your pussy quickly molded to the length of your little helper. It didn’t take long to start pumping it in and out of you. 

You know your arousal wouldn’t let you last long, but showing your pleasure would make you cum faster. You threw one arm over your eyes and arched your head back. Your legs splayed on your sheets that shaped a lazy outline around your body. Your toes clutch at the rivets the sheets have made, you clench your fingers around your toy in the same way your palm clenches your breast, kneading and pumping and thrusting in all the right ways.

“Fuck yes.” You moan out, your hands grab at anything around you, from the loose strands of your hair to the loose shirt to the tangled sheets, before covering your face again. You arch into the mattress, opening up your legs more as you pound into you. 

You breathlessly pant, feeling your climax already brush up. 

Yes.

In and out, you pushed your toy, swallowing it down so well over and over until, finally, that tight coil started to stutter. God, you need it so badly now, those sloppy pumps to reach you there until you can no longer think about anything except your hand clawing right over your eyes, ready to muffle your screams over and over again. You’re so close now, so desperate to reach the line that your hips buck into your hand, biting your lip hard to impress into the skin forever, your light moans and whimpers are barely controllable as you start to climb.

Yes…

You wonder how much you’ll need to muffle your orgasm when that toy dick plunges into you just right, practically making you whimper.

You gasp when you feel it coming closer and closer and…

“Yes!”

“You left your fruit thingys.”

A voice from the doorway, so joyful that you know who said it before you looked up in horror. Luffy smiles, which quickly dissolves into confusion when he sees your face.

You immediately jump up and yelp, grabbing the blanket from your bed to cover your bare bottom, but it was too late; you know Luffy see everything in your legs and the things in between. 

“Hey, what’s that you’re doing?” Luffy asks, turning his head at you.

“Luffy?! What the fuck, dude, go away!” You scream at him.

“Huh? What did I do?”

“Luffy, holy shit, I’m not doing this with you—fucking leave!” You panic, grab the nearest thing, and throw it in Luffy’s vicinity.

It was your bottle of lube, which cracked open on impact and landed against the wall with a grimy splat!

He stepped back as a frown pillaged his face.

“Whatever, I’ll eat them myself!” He yells, darting down the hall. The sounds of fruit scarfing quickly start before fading away.

Your hand, once stuttered in the air from throwing your projectile, now slumps onto the sheets. Your entire body follows, until your head locks into the nearest pillow and you scream out all the embarassment trapped in the air. Your muffled screams last longer than you would’ve liked.

If Blackbeard himself walked up to you right now with a rhinestone encrusted pistol loaded to the brim and aimed at your forehead, you would’ve let him pull the trigger.

——

It wasn’t until a few hours later that the ship reached the next charted island.

“We’re here!” Nami’s voice rings through the ship, causing everyone to gather on the front deck.

“Alright, welcome to Tashini, home of entertainment! We are going to stock up here before heading out tomorrow night.”

“Suuper! I need to stock up Sunny on some more cola.” Frankly sings, grabbing a backpack about the size of his fist. It looks microscopic compared to his large back. 

“You said there were things worth looking at, right, Nami?” Zoro asks. 

“Yes! Tashini is known for its numerous entertainment districts and has killer drinks that pair best with the local food.” Nami winks, knowing how Zoro is.

“Hey, sounds good to me,” Zoro says, gathering his swords on his sheath.

Nami calls out your name. 

“You ready to go shopping?” She asks.

You freeze a little, looking around the ship for something to say. From what happened earlier, you feel like going out today would stress you out more. On top of that, the girls would notice something wrong and want to know all the details. On a whim, you clutch your stomach.

“Oh, ah, I’m not feeling good today. Mind if I stay back and look over the ship?” You stay, patting your skin down slightly. Nami tilts her head at you with slight surprise.

“Aw, really? That’s too bad,” Nami says, “Sure thing, we can shop another time.”

“I hope you don’t mind if Nami and I go alone.” Robin giggles.

“Not at all. You have fun without me, and I can join you girls next time. Keep your eyes peeled for anything I would like.” You smile, and the girls both agree.

That went better than planned, you think. Maybe this can help me relax from what happened a few hours ago.

You hear footsteps behind you until they suddenly stop a foot next to you.

“I feel sick, too!” Luffy said. “I need to stay on the ship.”

You froze, realizing the voice of your captain was right behind you, making you jump in surprise. It seems you’re not the only one to do that.

In fact, there have been a few times when the crew reacts in such surprise to Luffy, either widening their eyes or dropping their jaws in awe. In every case up to now, nothing could stop him from head-first cartwheeling to the newest island.

Sanji wacks him on the head.

“Huh?! There’s no way you are, Luffy; you were perfectly fine a minute ago! Jeez, you’ve been hanging out with Usopp too much.” Sanji groans. 

“Yeah!” Usopp says, “He’s been hanging out with me too—hey, wait a minute! What do you mean by that?!” Ussop practically steams out of his ears, being so bewildered about the most obvious thing. You all know Usopp loves to act sick anytime he detects a whiff of danger.

This causes the boys to argue about Usopp’s previous severe “diseases” that he’s managed to catch every time he senses danger. Still, you can’t forget the lingering gaze Luffy gives you in between, which makes you turn away in embarrassment. The last time he saw you was… then.

Sanji pipes up.

“Besides, I thought you wanted to try that world-famous fried squid that the town’s known for. You were yapping about it all day yesterday!” He says.

Luffy perks up, seeming to regain his previous exigency. “Oh, yeah. Never mind, let’s go!” Luffy says, now confidently strutting off the deck with no symptoms, ultimately confusing the whole crew. 

Sanji shrugs in defeat and sighs. “I’m not even going to ask,” he mutters. He joins the rest, getting off the Sunny.

“Do you need me to stay here and look at you?” Chopper asks you. He looks up at you with concerned eyes that melt your heart. You feel a tinge of guilt for lying and making him worry.

“Oh, it’s no problem, Chopper. I know you wanted to get more supplies for the sick deck. Just work your magic when you come back, okay?” You know how much he was looking forward to this. You definitely didn’t want to keep him behind.

“Alright, if you insist.” Chopper gleams, shaking from excitement. “Let’s go, guys!”

“Let’s meet at dusk, everybody. That’ll give each of us a few hours before we need to leave,” Nami calls, earning a hearty agreement in unison. 

You watch them slowly trek into the horizon, heading out in individual directions to start their journies. Your eyes lingered on Luffy, the outline of his shadow with hands looped behind his head and his chest held high. It looked like he didn’t have a care in the world until you lost his figure to the island's horizon.

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You take in the quiet atmosphere of the Sunny in the absence of the rest of the crew. It was like night and day, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Total peace and quiet is a yearning you have now and then, especially after living with a bustling crew daily. 

About an hour after everyone left, you take this time to do some chores you’ve put on the back burner. After tidying up your space, you start a steady line of folding the girls' laundry. Even with Nami’s small clothes, the amount of baby tees and bikinis she has en masse is enough to fill up all of the lockers if they’re not compressedly folded. You’ve had to learn that from experience more than a few times.

If your little interaction with Luffy hadn’t happened earlier, you would’ve taken this time to beat off now. Unfortunately, the guilt and embarrassment from the whole situation turned you off. You vow to never again touch yourself outside of your regular scheduled shower and bath times. 

You sigh. What could you even say about this morning? Luffy is your captain, the one who asked you to join as his nakama in the first place, someone you’ve trusted with your life along with the other crewmates, and it wasn’t exactly ideal to have him walk in on you booty butt-naked. God, you could dissolve into the earth’s core from all the embarrassment! 

It was not your proudest moment, but knowing Luffy, there’s not much left to do except hope he’ll forget it and you two can put it behind you in no time. Knowing him, it’s the most likely scenario.

After the last few articles, you stretch your legs and walk up to the deck to ensure everything’s okay. You doubt anybody would raid the fearsome Strawhat ship, but you’ve been surprised quite a few times since joining the crew. 

You walk to the door, but it suddenly bursts open before you can reach the handle. The lightning-fast momentum of it almost wacks you in the face, causing you to scream and jump out of your skin. 

“Hey, I found you!” It was the voice of the man who swung that poor door open. 

The one you wanted to avoid this whole time.

“Luffy?!” You yell, “What are you doing here? I thought you were out with the others on Tashini?”

“I snuck back here when Sanji and Ussop weren’t looking,” Luffy smiled. “I wanted to talk to you.”

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Can you write fic about Isha and Jinx where Jinx accidentally saying Isha that she loves her. I mean without reader at all. And Isha x Jinx are platonic ofc. You can ignore that req, I just think it might be cute

of course! thank you for the request <3

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summary; jinx accidentally telling isha that she loves you while you’re away.

characters included; jinx (romantic), isha (platonic/familial)

tags/warnings; fluff, early relationship, mother/mother/daughter dynamic, reader isn’t present until the end

men dni.

"hey, pass me that screwdriver, would you? no- yes, that one."

ever the little helper, isha is. while you're out making an honest living at one of the local shops, jinx is keeping herself occupied with a new experiment. trying to see how far she can push those little hex crystals. just how much power can they provide? when is the breaking point if there even is one?

jinx didn't know the first thing about children when she first found the little girl in an alleyway. she didn't know how to interact with them, especially not how to take care of one, yet over time it became second nature to her. one of the most crucial things she'd learned while caring for isha is that kids want to feel useful.

simply asking her to hold something or fetch her a spare part kept the girl happy, so she'd made it a point to include isha in her (less dangerous) experiments. seeing her wide eyes light up when told she was doing a good job and seeing her content just to organize spare parts brought jinx more joy, more peace than she could describe.

but the time seems to drag on. you're supposed to be back at the hideout in thirty minutes tops, but jinx has never been a patient woman. she'd be with you every second of every day if she could, but she knows that's not possible. so she'll settle for trying to distract herself. isha glances over at the wall clock as well, then back at jinx. she can’t read words yet, but she knows numbers.

"i know, kid. it won't be much longer."

a pout forms on isha’s face, but she doesn’t move from her spot beside jinx.

“oh, come on. don’t give me that look.”

each minute stretches while jinx continues looking at the clock, even through welding metal and sketching over blueprints. usually you’d be here taking notes for her, but you’re not. she’d ask isha, but the little girl couldn’t read or write yet, and jinx isn’t the person to ask to teach a child literacy.

it should be about twenty minutes now. jinx tries to picture it: you talking to a customer, taking their payment with that polite smile on your face. using your ‘customer service voice’ as she called it, but glancing down at your wrist watch. you’re always eager to get back, you tell her. customers tire you out. she knows you, knows that you’re eager to get back to your little family.

she lets out a dramatic, long-winded huff and sits back in her chair. sparks keep flying through the air, but this is boring. jinx swivels around in her chair to where isha is sitting, ruffling her fluffy hair in an attempt to distract herself. fifteen minutes, tops. you’re probably wrapping up with final customers now, though it’s rush time. someone else would be coming in to cover soon, you’d take your apron off and bolt out the door towards jinx’s hideout.

the both of you are still finding your footing in this… relationship business. you’d started out as friends, good friends. meeting at your job of all places. jinx wouldn't ever pay for anything, not that she could if she wanted to. your manager had been eyeing this short girl with twin braids, sneaking around and stuffing things in her pockets, and told you to go see what's going on. you knew who she was- who didn't? silco's daughter. jinx.

you'd huffed and rolled your eyes at the prospect. you weren't paid enough to be a cashier, and now you're expected to act as a security guard? but orders are orders, so you'd went over to her and tapped her on the shoulder. told her you'd seen her, you knew she was stealing- you didn't care, but your manager did. you'd taken the items from her pockets, put them back on the shelves, and been on your way. but in the midst of this ordeal, you slipped a folded piece of paper into her pocket which had your contact information written down.

it had gone uphill from there, and now, here you are, about a month into an official relationship. still awkward, a bit nervous and clunky, but so right.

"just be patient, yeah? i bet she'll bring you some snacks too. the little... sticks you like. the ones covered in sugar."

isha seems to perk up at this, eliciting a dry chuckle from jinx. she's getting a bit antsy. taking a pink pen, clicking and unclicking it, the noises and action doing little to quell her impatience. fifteen minutes. fourteen. thirteen. twelve. eleven. ten.

until finally, it's about exactly the time you're usually back, and you're not. your workplace is within walking distance from jinx's hideout, surely you hadn't gotten swept up in traffic. today was one of the least busy days of the week as well, so it's not like there was much chance of you being kept late for a rush. jinx bounces her heel anxiously, and isha rests her elbows on the cold metal of the workbench. placing her chin in her hands and looking up to jinx, as if she'd have the answers. isha had always had fun playing with you, and now she's being kept waiting.

"i know, i know," jinx huffs, rolling her eyes before glancing back at the clock. "i don't know what the hold up is. i mean, geez, i love her, but-"

jinx catches herself before she can continue. isha's yellow eyes widen at the words, and she gasps softly. she loves you. jinx had never uttered those words to or about you before this, and now, here she is, admitting it in front of your adopted daughter. yes, she does love you- she's known that longer than you've been together.

but the surprise on isha's face is obvious as well. you've both told isha that you love her, jinx often doing so upon greeting and leaving her. tucking her into bed. reassuring her after particularly scary days in the lanes. but she knows that it means something different when said between grown-ups.

“you heard nothing, kid. okay?”

isha slowly nods, though something tells jinx she’s gonna hang onto those words. great. it’s then that jinx hears the door click open, and she sees you stumble in with your satchel. clearly exhausted.

“sorry i’m late… boss insisted on keeping me for the end of rush.”