#save me we are robin. we are robin. we are robin save me!

[gothamite-rambler]

Hey guys just a daily reminder as a DC fan:

Hal Jordan wasn't intentionally written to get with that alien girl and the guy who changed it to that got arrested for, say it with me now, being a diddler. We hate him not Hal.

Grant Morrison has admitted regret for retconning Talia as a rapist and it can be argued it's not canon but if it's not...

You don't have to accept every canon, the writers sometimes don't.

Zatanna is canon closer to Bruce's age.

Roy and Oliver have made amends.

Batman is canonically Jewish on his mother's side.

Talia and Ra's are Arab and Chinese and have brown skin.

Jason Todd wasn't the angry Robin.

Bruce Wayne and Jason did have a good relationship and there wasn't something that secretly matter with him.

Jason was NEVER mad at Bruce for not saving him. Just for the Joker still living.

The bastards who voted for Jason to die are still living.

Jason actually does forgive and forgave two face for killing his dad.

James Gunn is handsome... That's mostly for me.

Anything you want to add comment or reblog!

[hot-patootiee]

Omg so sad

Excerpts from the autobiography of one Robin Buckley.

Do you know that moment in movies where time slows down and the two main characters fall in love? That’s what it felt like with Steve, even if it wasn’t romantic, we belong to each other. We are soulmates.

I wish I had noticed his eagerness to jump in front of the bullet to save me sooner. I spend my nights imagining what I could have said to stop him. But, deep down, I know I could never craft the right words, in any language, to convince him.

That Ancient Greek myth that people were severed at birth, left to wander the lands looking for their other half. I found mine in Steve, together we were a whole person. And for a few years, we were each other’s everything. But my other half was severed too soon and now I have to wander this plane, waiting for the day I die to reunite with him.

Somehow I feel worse than a widow, because there is no paper to show how we were bound to each other. No marriage certificate. It’s almost like we never belonged to each other.

We still do belong to each other, some days I feel half dead and I know that it’s Steve pulling on my soul. We weren’t supposed to exist without one another, so maybe I’m doomed to a half life because of it.

I eat a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich on a sesame bagel every day and remember what he looked like. He ate it every morning I saw him in high school and I curse the missed time from not knowing him sooner.

I keep accidentally ordering his coffee for him. They slowly collect in my fridge all week, until I go to his grave to pour them out.

I still do my makeup the same way. So that even as I age, he’ll still be able to recognize me when I meet him again.

[iamtherealagnes]

Just came across and article that ranked the Robins on how likely the are to win the Hunger Games and let me tell you I AM PISSED. Like you do you, but saying that Tim would be FOURTH OUT OF FIVE (five being Steph) and he is only saved by his intelligence from the last place is diabolical.

"Tim is good with computers, but you can't find those in the arena" HELLO????? Are we talking about the same Tim? I-went-on-a-mission-to-find-Batman-in-the-Timestream Tim?

Tim who was trained by Batman, Dick AND Lady Shiva? Tim who basically laughed into Jasons face when he beat him up? Tim who has been playing irl surviver cuz half of his siblings tried to kill him more than once? Tim "GUN BATMAN" MOTHERFUCKING DRAKE?

Hell NAW

Here is MY list of how likely the Robins would win:

1) Damian (duh) (feral)

2) Dick (feral #2)

3) Tim (one inconvenience away from taking over the world)

4) Jason (Would try to go against the rules)

5) Steph ( My girl would try to survive by staying out of the chaos)

Realistically speaking they would just team up and overthrow the government.

[twoidiotwriters1]

We need a Portgas D Ace x F!Reader with heavyyy boob/nipple play!!!! She got huge tits and he makes her ride his thigh and he gets DRUNKKKK SUCKIN HER NIPS SO he decides to give her a nipple orgasm other than the previous one from riding his thigh

After 84 years.... sorry. -Val

It's been a long time (Portgas D. Ace x Fem! Reader)

Warnings: PURE SMUT, Only +18

Words: 2,937

“And I thought I could actually relax,” says Usopp, keeping his slingshot up. 

“What can you expect if we have an idiot for a captain,” Sanji says, looking threateningly at the man cornering us. 

“Hey!” Luffy whines. “I just wanted more food...” 

“But you forgot to pay for it. Again!” Nami says punching Luffy in the head. 

“Shut it!” I scream as I step back feeling their backs against mine, covering every blind spot. By now we are all surrounded by very angry villagers. “How are we gonna get out of this?” 

“Easy,” Zoro snorts as he puts his third sword in his mouth. “Just don’t get in my way.”  

I frown at him but before I can talk, Sanji intervenes. “What do you think you’re doing mosshead?” He grunts. 

Zoro smirks, “Stay out of my way, cook.” 

I roll my eyes as they start arguing, “Great,” I say to myself.  

“Don’t worry, Y/N,” Says Luffy. “I got this.” 

“We shouldn’t be in this situation in the first place,” Nami Says.  

Luffy frowns and he turns directly to her.  

“I already said I’m sorry, Nami,” he pouts.  

I open my mouth, astonished, as the groups start to argue, ignoring the real problem. Even some of the men are confused like me. Suddenly a wall of fire appears covering us from the men, who scream scared and run away. I jump startled by the sudden interruption, so I turn back to my friends, who’re in the same state… except for Luffy. 

“Ace!” He shouts excitedly.  

Gradually, the fire dies out and disappears completely, leaving us to see that there are no longer any of the villagers. Then, another fireball lands in front of us, but this time, a young man appears when the flames fade away.  

“I thought you’d need some help,” Ace smirks tilting up his hat. 

I feel my body relax as I recognize Luffy’s big brother. But before anyone can say anything, Luffy jumps into Ace's arms in a big hug, stretching his arms around Ace’s body many times. 

“Ace!” Luffy repeats bursting into loud giggles.  

“G-good to s-see ya’ too,” Ace struggles to speak.  

Luffy eases his grip, but still clings to his body. We laugh at the scene and we walk closer to greet him. When Ace’s eyes fix on mine, I feel a familiar shiver through my body. I smile at him.  

“Thanks for saving us.” 

He smirks and winks at me. “Anytime.” 

After we walk back to the ship, we insist on inviting Ace to spend some days with the crew. Of course, he accepted gladly. (Luffy didn’t give him other choice, though). Luffy shows Ace every corner of the Sunny, and he explains every crew member’s role in it. He tells him the stories of our great adventures while Ace hears carefully. It’s obvious that they missed each other and needed brotherly time. It was adorable. But that also means that Ace can’t be alone!  

Luffy’s practically glued to him. And if it isn’t Luffy, Ace being the polite son of a bitch, he always offers himself to help others. He cooks with Sanji, trains with Zoro, jokes with Usopp, Chopper, and Brooke. Or talking with Nami and Robin. It’s impossible to have a moment alone with him, and that frustrates me, more than I would like to admit.  

“Well, it sounds like you want to resolve some unfinished business with him, uh?” Nami teases me and I roll my eyes.  

Robin giggles. “Last time you two seemed to share a special connection...”  

I sigh as I feel myself blush. Last time I saw Ace, we talked for hours about everything. I was amazed that is was so easy to joke with him and I was so comfortable around him, even though I knew him for a little amount of time. He made me laugh so hard… and I got to know him better…and yeah, we also made out… a lot.  

It’s obvious I was attracted to him the second Luffy introduced him. How could I not? He’s undoubtedly hot, and charming. But he’s also, polite, funny, kind… Robin’s right, I feel a strong connection with him. 

I shake my head and shrug. “I guess.” 

The girls laugh. “Seems like you need help,” Nami says as she looks at Robin. 

I look at them confused, but they change the subject quickly.  

** 

One day, Nami asks me for help to look for a navigation book, but when I enter the ship’s library I find a pleasant surprise. Ace’s sitting on the ground, surround by many piles of books. He hears me and raises his head. “Hey!” he says with a big smile.  

I give him a small smile too, but I frown as I close the door. “Hi,” I walk to him. “What are you doing?” 

“Oh, Robin asked to look for a very important book, and as you can see,” he says pointing at the book piles. “I’m still on it,” he chuckles. 

I laugh too and then I realize that Robin and Nami are involved in this situation, thinking about our last conversation. I can’t help but smile a little. “Do you need help?” I ask, walking closer to him and I sit on the armrest of the couch in front of him. 

He chuckles standing up with a book in hand. “Don’t worry, I got it,” he walks to the bookshelf behind the couch. “But you can stay,” he says facing the bookshelf. “I don’t mind.” 

I nod suppressing a smile. “It has been a while since we talked, alone.” I say pretending to be chill. 

“Yeah, I know,” he says moving different books. “I’m sorry, Luffy’s has been-“ 

“You don’t have to apologize, I get it,” I interrupt him. Then I feel my face blush as I speak. “I was starting to feel jealous,” I snort holding my nerves, “you know, fighting with everyone for your attention...”  

I look at him and I notice his back tense as he stops in his tracks. Just with one book in hand, he turns to me with a mischievous smirk. He walks slowly to me, with a wicked moving of hips until he stands close. “Believe me, doll. You don’t need to fight for something that already belongs to you.”  

I smile, feeling my face warm. “It’s getting harder these days...”  

He steps back opening his arms. “Worry no more, princess,” he says tossing away the book in his hand making me laugh. He smiles and offers me a hand; I take it and he pulls me to him so our chests collide. 

I gasp at the movement and raise my head to look into his black eyes. My heart races at every detail I had forgotten I had seen before. His freckles, his nose, his scent and his warm body.  

“So, did you miss me?” he says with a funny smirk.  

My hands shyly move to his naked chest up to his shoulders, one of then grabs the back of his neck and plays with his hair. It feels like they’re remembering too. “I did,” I whisper.  

He smirks leaning until our noses touch. “I’ve missed you too,” he whispers as he leans closer to finally kiss me softly.  

We move our lips slowly, covering every inch of each other. His hands grab my waist to pull me closer to his body. “Fuck,” he groans, moving away from my lips slightly. “I missed these sweet lips,” he says, raising his hand to pass his thumb over my lower lip. 

I smirk, raising my eyebrow. “Bet you say that to every girl...”  

He moves his head back slightly and frowns for a moment before chuckling and shaking his head. “No one else has these lips, doll.” His words make my smile disappear as he moves closer again. “No one has a scent as intoxicating as yours,” he says, starting a path of kisses from my cheek to my jaw and then my neck, where he kisses that sweet spot he knows so well. “Oh, the sweet noises you make...” he practically moans and kisses my neck again, making me tremble. 

His hands travel all the way to my hips to pull me closer. “No skin is smooth as yours, sweetheart,” he says as he snakes a hand under my shirt.  

By now, my whole body is melting against his, but I'm also moving almost desperately, craving more contact, more friction, more of him.  

“Needy,” he mocks returning from my neck. 

“Shut up,” I say breathless as I kiss him.  

He smiles against my lips before pushing me carefully towards the bookshelves. When my back hits the shelves, a few books fall down. My mind is elsewhere when Ace moves his right leg between mine and presses against my clothed crotch. 

“Ace...” I whine.  

“Sensitive, aren’t we?” 

I nod and sigh. “It's been so long.” 

His thigh and my hips find a steady rhythm. 

“Really?” he says, looking down at me. “There’s no other fellow in your life?” 

I shake my head. “No… fuck, no,” I moan. 

He smiles, pleased with my answer. He moves his hand down to my shorts, unbuckles them and moves his hand inside them and my panties straight to my clit. “So...” he hisses. “You have been my good girl, uh?” He asks as he makes circles on my sensitive bud, making me gasp.  

I nod. “Y-yeah...” 

“Yeah, my good girl,” he leans forward to rest his head on my shoulder. “Even though, I’ve been neglecting you...” His hand moved to carefully make way for his middle finger inside me. 

“My girl...” he moans. “You deserve everything.” 

“Ace!” I moan louder as he adds a second finger. 

“Riding my thigh… clenching around my fingers...” 

It’s too much. I can hear my heart beating wildly and feel my body seeking more air, but it turns into moans, whimpers, and pleas. My hips move uncontrollably in response to his thick thigh and fingers. 

“Cum for me, my sweet girl.” 

His deep voice is the final thing that brings me to a finish with a whining moan. The library is silent, and only our uneven breathing can be heard. My legs are trembling, so I hold onto Ace’s bicep and rest my head on his shoulder. 

“You okay, darling?” he asks.  

“Y-yeah, I just...” I breathe. “Need a sec...” I say as I let my whole body against Ace’s.  

He chuckles. “I’m gonna take out my fingers.” I nod. Then, he moves his leg so he can hold me steady by the waist. “Don’t tell me you’re already tired,” he mocks.  

I frown, still hiding on his shoulder. “I said I just need a second!” He chuckles again.  

“That’s my girl,” he says proudly to then, carry me and walk to the couch. He sits and puts me on his lap, each leg around him. 

I sit straight and I take a moment to look at him. His swollen lips, couple of hickeys and his flush cheeks. I smile and lean forward to kiss him again. This time, the kiss is hungry, desperate and messy. His hands caress my bare thighs, and as the kiss deepens, he grabs my ass and pulls me closer. 

“Fuck,” I moan on his lips. “I really missed you, Ace.” 

He chuckles. “I missed you too, Darling,” then his smile disappears. “But, I have to be honest with you...” I frown and then I squeak when he lets his head fall to my chest.  

“Ace!” I say, concerned that he might have fallen asleep. But then I feel his hands moving quickly under my shirt, grabbing my tits up, so he can kiss the valley over the cleavage of my shirt. I can't help but burst out laughing. 

“You have no idea how much I missed these tits...” he whines dramatically, and I laugh again. He raises his head, still resting on my breasts to look at me with a pout.  

I shake my head and caress his black locks on the back of his neck, “You’re silly,” I giggle, but he keeps the puppy eyes. “Fine,” I sigh and move so he lets me go and I take off my shirt, but then I look down with a frown. “Did you undo my bra?” 

He smiles like a little kid in trouble. “I wanted to help you.”  

I roll my eyes and chuckle as I take off the last clothes on my upper body. The movement makes my breasts jiggle, and I notice Ace looking at them in awe as he licks his lips.  

I giggle. “You okay?” 

He blinks many times. “I- uh...” he stutters. 

“It's ok, Ace. You can touch them,” and that's all it takes for him to grab my breasts. He massages, squeezes, and plays with my nipples, making me lose my mind. 

“Can I kiss them?” he says desperately. 

“Yes!” 

“What about my tongue? Can I?” 

“Fuck, it’s not the time to be fucking respectful, Ace,” He looks at me like he’s out of the spell, he stays silent for a second and then he laughs.  

“Forget that you’re sensitive sinc-“ 

“Do whatever you want, but do it now, Ace,” I cut him and demand his touch. He looks surprise, but he doesn’t wait to attach his lips to my right nipple.  

He takes care of my needy breasts, never neglected the other while he sucks one. He eats, like a starved man. And I arc my back to give him all access to my body. I realise that our hips are moving against each other, seeking more friction. I feel his hard bulge pressing against my crotch. 

Everything is so vulnerable, exposed and needy that it's overwhelming. When he grabs my breasts to push them together and put his face between them to lick, he whines loudly in delight. I feel a pinch bulging in my low belly. 

“Ace...” I call him.  

He hums and looks up to me. He immediately knows what’s gonna happen. “Are you gonna cum for me again, doll?” 

“U-hu,” I nod. 

“Shit, you look so hot, needy and-“ I cut him again as I grab the back of his neck and pull him back to my chest.  

“Keep going, I’m so close...”  

He obeys, gladly. He sucks again and he helps me to reach the climax, moving his hips upwards to increase friction.  

“Ace!” 

“Fuck, I’m cumming too...” he confesses, and that makes me finish again. He groans, moving his hips slowly a couple more times before stopping and breathing heavily. “Guess, I’m sensitive too,” he says after minutes of silence.  

We look at each other and chuckle. I move back a little and I grab his shorts to unbuckle them. “You want more, already?” he asks half flirt, half unsure.  

I smile. “It’s your turn,” but then, he grabs my writs to stop me.  

“As good as that sounds,” he grabs me by my waist and helps me to stand. “I can’t wait any longer to be inside of you,” he groans.  

My legs are shaking and my pussy aches for more, so I just nod, and we both quickly undress fully. Ace sits down again and I follow him to his lap. He pumps his cock and with his other hand, grabs my hip as I slowly move down. We gasp and groan when he’s fully inside me. I wait for a while, enjoying his thick cock after so many years. My body has to get used to him again. 

Ace whines. “Fuck! Cant’ believe I say this, but I’m so close already...”  

I giggle and move my hips up and down slowly. “Me too,” I moan. I start to increase my speed and he moves up to meet me, but I quickly feel my legs getting tired after all of this, even thought I want to fuck him faster.  

Ace notice this, of course. “Don’t worry, I got you,” he says as he manhandles me to lay me on my back on the couch without taking himself out. He increases his thrusts and we both moan loudly. With skin against skin, the couch creaks with our movements and it doesn’t take long for me to finish again, and he shortly follows me.  

His body falls on top of mine without hurting me and he hugs me while his head hides between my shoulder and my neck. “I gotta say,” he whispers. “That it was worth the wait.” 

I chuckle. “Yeah, I think so too.” 

I sigh deeply, enjoying what just happened, and close my eyes to focus on Ace's sweaty skin against mine, his breathing trying to regulate itself, and his heartbeat. But the moment is completely ruined when we hear Luffy's voice outside the library. 

“Oi! Have anyone seen Ace?” 

My heart races, and Ace sits up enough to lean back in the armchair and turns towards the door. I gasp when he extends his arm and directs fire directly at the door handle, heating it up. The next thing we hear is a loud cry of pain from the captain. 

“Ace?” He turns back to me.  

“Don’t worry, that’ll be enough to keep him away for a while,” he smirks. 

I chuckle as I move to start looking for my clothes, but his hand stops me and pushes me slowly back to the couch. 

“What are you doing?” I frown and I open my mouth to talk, but he cuts me. “I said for a while, meaning, we have more time, doll...” 

I shake my head and chuckle as he leans to kiss me. 

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HELP WHEN I GET THE NOTIF I HAVE TO SCROLL SO FAR DOWN TO GET TO THE REBLOG OPTION SO I CAN READ UR NEWEST REBLOG this is what happens when fans dont get any content LITERALLYYYY LIKE WE HAVE SO MANY OTHERS THAT WOULD BE SO INTERESTING UGHHH its such a shame they fumbled the first xz story so hard waaaahhh hyv pleas redeem yourself I SHOULDVE PUT THAT IN THE SURVEY UGHHH I LIKE JUST DID IT IM SO MAD HAHA REALT HATS ME WITH DHIL (i have literally every harmony character cuz it seems i either love them or theyre amazing for one of the chars i love. robin (loved her) sunday tribbie rumei etcetc. might pull for cery just bc i have all of them yep poor thing. the first thing he does when all the problemes are solved (he stepped up as marshal through a trial of combat (i hc the only way to become marshal is by killing the marshal)) is get rid of the martial combat law, appoint someone he trusts to be marshal, then vanish and show up at jing yuans house looking like hes just fallen into the nihility for a couple thousand years. jing yuan thinks 'well this is as good a time as any to retire' and fucks off to the express ALSO YES THATS WHAT I HAD IN MIND WHEN I THOUGHT OF THEM RUNNING AWAY TO THE EXPRESSbut i picked them goin to the trailblaze since yk theyd both be tired of war and they alr have friends on the express and its kind of like a memento to baiheng (if the hcq isnt revived, if they are its her dream come true) exactly. i dont think theyd go out on expeditions for a while at least until yanqing doesnt look like That but after hes recovered a bit hes on every expedition. jing yuan doesnt go on as much (hes old) but if the hcq are there he goes out more often (occasionally on worlds hes never been to and wants to explore, and on really dangerous worlds (like amphoreus) that he wants to stay with yanqing make sure hes safe yk. worlds that arent as dangerous he entrusts yq to dan heng/another hcq member (and he trusts yq to handle things) yes absolutely the only safe place he can think of. dan heng watching as yanqing stumbles in jing yuan in tow pompom is already freaking the fuck out in the fics where the hcq reunites i typically have some sort of remembrance/hunt shenanigans, i like to think the mara is caused by a build up of abundance in the meridians over time + the buildup of unwanted memories and trauma which drives the person insane, they wouldnt be aggressive but the abundance drives them to it, the solution yq typically comes up with is flushing out the memories (via either removing them or dissociating them/separating the memories from the persons self) and burning away the abundance via injection of hunt energy. sometimes its medical and meticulous (remembrance sigils, distilled hunt energy from lux arrow shards, etc) sometimes its a heat of the moment thing (driving his sword into jing yuans chest when he gets marastruck, freaking out, his qi goes crazy and goes thru yanzhuo (connected to him so it funnels qi easiers) and into jing yuan (cleansed thru yqs hunt and remembrance powers) esentially like. true immortality. yanqing doesnt realize what hes doing is technically true immortality no strings attached (he just wants to get the hcq back/save his dad) until after the fact (upon which he has a crisis) and yes. feixiao thinks 'well if anyone were to do it itd be yanqing' and fu xuan thinks 'if he tries to come back and be general again im killing him myself' EXACTLYYY THE HCQ BACK TOGETHER!!!!!

sneak peek of a tentative timeline for my erudition yanqing fic!! ughh ive only got like 3 chapters of the mainfic done and i need to post the prequel before i can post the mainfic & for this one im trying to get the whole fic written before starting to post, instead of like swmtbb where i write as i post. UGHH I HATE THIS KID

in case you're wondering why swmtbb updates so slow... its bc of 1. writers block and 2. this fuckign thing but i prommy its worth it i love this fic

[mattiebluebird]

I think it's hilarious that Duke Thomas, member & arguably leader of the 'We Are Robin' movement, is definitively and pointedly NOT a Robin.

[fanaticalthings]

Give me crime lord!Jason who's actually on good terms with the batfam. Not only would it actually be helpful when it comes to missions surrounding underground/illegal operations (Jason would be able to retrieve way more insider knowledge) but also I think having a supervillain family member that you're chill with is just untapped comedic potential that needs to be taken advantage of.

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Damian gets into a petty fight with Bruce, and the next day, instead of waiting for Bruce to pick him up from school, he calls Jason, who shows up in full Red Hood regalia and just rides off with Damian.

Of course everyone at school sees that Wayne's son just got snatched by Gotham's most notorious crime lord, so ofc when Bruce gets there, sees Damian missing, and hears a series of panicked whispers about a gun slinging, criminal biker riding off with a prince of Gotham, Bruce immediately knows what's up and just sighs, already anticipating the many publication companies he's gonna have to bribe to stay silent.

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Sometimes, they need Jason's help with intercepting certain illegal trades within the underworld of, not just Gotham, but just common areas where shady businesses are most prevalent. And when Bruce requests that Jason brings evidence of said illegal shipments to the cave, Jason will smugly respond with "I can, but it'll cost ya"

And Bruce is all exasperated like, "Jason, please, this mission's been going on for a month, I just want to get it over with."

And Jason's just looking down at the crate of smuggled materials, recognizes that it's highly sought after by many rogues (maybe it's machinery parts or rare chemical substances, etc) and ofc Jason's about to be petty as hell when responding to Bruce:

Jason: I don't think you have any idea how valuable the stuff I have is. If I sold this myself in my part of the underground, I'd make a fortune!

Bruce: Jason

Jason: Butttt, if you're not willing to pay me for this, y'know, despite being a billionaire, I guess I could just auction this off to another willing client

Bruce: Jason

Jason: I hear Lex Luthor's been cookin' up something new for Superman. I wonder if he'd be interested?

Bruce: Son, please.

Jason:

Bruce:

Jason: I'll give you a family discount.

And it's just a back and forth of this EVERYTIME. And Jason only does it when he's collaborating with Bruce. None of the other bats have to deal with Jason demanding money.

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There was one time, during a Wayne gala where practically ALL the kids (except Jason, dude's still legally dead), had to show up. And around halfway through, the Red Hood just crashes through the skylight and then just fucking kidnaps Bruce Wayne, in front of everyone. And of course the gala has to be cut short.

Meanwhile, Bruce, in Jason's custody: I CANNOT believe you, son. WHY of all times would you do this? You are GROUNDED, I don't care if you don't live with me anymore, this is just UNACCEPTABLE-

Jason, completely ignoring him, holding up a tablet with news article headlines about this incident: Bruce, look at this shot they got of me crashing through the ceiling, I look fuckin' badass

And then when the fam (in costume) come to "save" Bruce, in a blink and you'll miss it moment, Bruce catches Cass and Jason whispering something to eachother in the corner and them fist bumping before Jason books it out of there. He can already feel a headache brewing.

And generally speaking, I feel like the batfam could be way more efficient with this arrangement. You got the regular team of bats, investigating from above, as well as being able to infiltrate socialite environments as Waynes. Then you got Jason, who can keep an eye on all the lesser exposed and lucrative activities whilst he keeps the underground businesses under his control. I feel like it would be a win win situation that would be hella interesting to see explored.

[scvrgrl]

is this love? | monkey d. luffy x fem!reader

you had caught his attention from the moment he met you, and now he knew exactly why. these feelings were both enticing and petrifying, suddenly filled with guilt for being so unprofessional. although, monkey d. luffy has never been a man of tradition...

word count: 6.4k

tags: fem!reader, a lil angsty (brief mentions of insecurity), best friend!usopp and best friend!nami, shifting perspectives between reader and luffy (most of it in luffy’s pov), some suggestive content but no smut, hardly proofread oops, lots of fluff tho! inspired by ‘is this love?’ - bob marley & the wailers :)

the sun hung high in the sky, it's warm rays spreading across your skin, transforming it into a glistening bronze. it was a leisurely time on the thousand sunny, the chaos of battle behind the crew and a ways away in the new world. you finally had time to yourself, taking advantage of the tranquility that lingered in the air. all morning, you participated in self-care activities — from enjoying a long, steamy bath without disruptions from your male crew mates, to dedicating quiet time on the deck to finish the rest of the book Robin lent you while you tanned in your admittedly-skimpy bikini. however, the peaceful silence become suddenly unsettling, your heart beginning to race as you became increasingly anxious. your senses had been already been deprived, the sun blazing just behind the thin layer of your eyelids, the wind’s pace picking up and swarming into your ears. where is everybody?

as if you had summoned them, the door to the sunny’s common area swung open, slamming so hard against the wooden panels you thought it created a dent. three figures emerged carrying vibrant weapons that sprayed a mysterious liquid. before you could react, the salty liquid covered your entire body, small icy squirts piercing through your skin accompanied by shouts and belly laughter.

“get her, Usopp!!” a high-pitched voice rang, giggling uncontrollably as they swarm around you. Luffy and Usopp surround you, boxing you in while you sat there stunned and helpless in your seat. it turns out that Usopp had manufactured a new weapon — although, it’s sole purpose was to terrorize you and the rest of the crew rather than the foes you’d soon face in the new world. Chopper had made himself comfortable while he rested on the shoulders of the surprisingly sculpted man before you, Usopp’s brown skin glistening with sweat and seawater. Luffy stood beside you, his pronounced abs directly in your eye sight as he gazed his pearly grin upon you. the proximity of his heaving, sweaty body beside you made your cheeks flush, hoping the rubber man wouldn’t notice as you stare a little too longingly into his eyes.

the fondness you’d grown for your captain slowly bloomed into an unrequited crush over time — constantly reminding yourself that he has bigger things to worry about than working his way into your heart. the weight of his effect on you was suffocating at times, almost like “an exhausting burden that sucked the life out of me,” you had described to Nami once. it was unnecessarily distracting the way you couldn’t keep your eyes off of him — sneaking glances at dinnertime as he ravaged his meal, always looking for him during a battle to ensure his safety over your own, fumbling over your words and avoiding eye contact whenever he would approach you. his blissful ignorance to your coy advances didn’t make it any better, he always assumed you were just teasing him.

“hey! what’s the big idea, huh?” you griped, shouting at the group for splashing the crisp pages of the book on your lap. Robin is gonna kill me. “i’m gonna wring your neck for soaking Robin’s book! you know she's gonna my head, dumbasses!”

“awww c’mon [y/n]! it’s just a little water! what are you, scared or something?” Luffy teased, quirking his thin eyebrows.

“just a little water, huh? we’ll see about that,” you retorted, shifting your shocked expression to something more sinister and calculated. The sudden change of your demeanor stunned the young men before you, each of them exchanging quick glances before turning tail to flee. before they could do so, you lean over, clutching onto Luffy’s strong arms to steal the water-gun from his hands. the swiftness in which you moved didn’t give him enough time to react, a surprising feat considering how agile he can be. the slick from the sweat-seawater mixture that coated his body caused your hands to slip, gliding across his firm biceps and feeling every vein and scar that marks his skin. you were able to find dry patch on his wrist, clasping it in your hands and ridding him of the weapon.

“hey what the-!” Luffy exclaimed, arms thrown up into the air, leaving him perfectly vulnerable to your attack. you aimed the gun straight at the area between his eyes, the espresso-colored irises following its barrel. ocean water squirts right where you want it, waves of obsidian becoming soaked and falling over his eyes. Luffy shakes his head to rid his eyes and hair of the salty water, directing its droplets to you when he hears your squeals of shock. a large splash hits your spine as Usopp and Chopper team up against you, firing their “ammo” whilst you were distracted. you turned your attention to them, your initial anger subsiding into an invigorating rush of adrenaline as you charged toward them, laughing and screaming.

“Luffy, grab her!” Usopp commands over his shoulder, shielding himself from your relentless attack. before you could comprehend the command, you’re suddenly swept off your feet, kicking your long silky legs as a pair of strong arm wraps around your waist and hoist you up.

“Luffy! put me down!” you pleaded, giggles being pushed out of you as Luffy presses firmly on your stomach. he shifts your entire weight into his arms, hooking one of his arms under your legs as he carries you bridal-style. Instinctively, you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your bare chest against his, breathing in tandem as he carries you toward the commotion. your breasts graze against the large “x” scarred into his chest, the textured skin creating a sense of friction that causes your stomach to flutter. you hadn’t noticed, but you had been breathing dangerously close to the crook of his neck as you held yourself close to him. selfishly, you wished this silly quarrel never ended, just so you could hold onto Luffy’s touch for a little while longer…

…

Luffy and Usopp had been scheming all morning — huddled and hushed in the corner of the boy’s quarters as Usopp made the finishing touches to his new contraptions. their sudden bursts of rambunctious laughter had earned its fair share of glares from Zoro, who had been resting peacefully in his hammock. they had been compiling a list of unsuspecting victims to test their weapons on — automatically ruling Zoro out as he had seen the finished product. as Usopp went down the list, Luffy gave his opinion on how he think each person would react, giving amused “oooo”’s and “ahhh”’s with each name. when Usopp made his way to your name, Luffy rolled over on his back, holding his stomach as a sweet melody of belly laughter erupted from his lips. 

“oh man, she’s gonna be so mad!” he exclaimed, riding through his fit of giggles. 

“she's gonna kill you two, you know that right?” Zoro grumbled, peeking at the pair through his dark eyelashes. his arms crossed behind his head, hands cupped in the valley of green tufts to support his neck while he rested. 

“that’s why we have to do it! [y/n] has yet to experience a taste of our pranks. c'mon Usopp, back me up here!” 

Luffy’s gaze fell upon his best friend, who had still been tinkering with the gun’s trigger mechanism. Usopp’s tongue rested between his lips in concentration, briefly returning it back to it’s place as he looked over to Zoro, “he’s right, Zoro. everyone on the crew needs to experience it. it’s like a rite of passage.” 

“whatever. i’m not savin’ anyone’s ass if she bugs out,” Zoro conceded, shutting his eyes for the last time as he finally drifts off to sleep. 

so that’s exactly what they did — stealthily monitoring your every move throughout the morning, lurking within dark corners of the ship to catch you in a vulnerable position. and, unbeknownst to yourself, you set the perfect trap when you decided to bask in the midday sun with your funny little book.

now, Luffy carried you in his firm grasp — cradling you close as he dodged the fire from Usopp and Chopper’s offense. the seawater sprayed upon your exposed body caused you to slip from his grasp, Luffy’s fingers sliding from the slick pooling between the creases in your thighs and waist. with every passing moment, his grasp on you became looser and looser. eventually, you were able to break free — using your freedom to take control and tackle Luffy, fighting him for his weapon. 

the two of you tussled on the warm patch of grass that coated the deck, arms and legs beginning to itch from the constant scratching. Luffy had fought many dangerous foes before, but they were no match for your strength and determination. he felt himself losing, your thighs pinning his waist to the ground as you firmly parked yourself on his lap. you used one of your free hands to pin his wrists against the pillowy grass beneath the two of you, the other hand spinning the toy gun with incredible ease. 

you rested the gun between the small space where his dark eyebrows met, a sly smirk dancing across your lips, “gotcha.”

the air surrounding the two of you abruptly became thick, Luffy’s breath hitching in his throat despite the quickened rise and fall of his chest. why is she so heavy all of a sudden?

the height of the sun once again casted its beaming rays onto you — only this time, you had an unexpected audience. your soaked hair had draped over one of your exposed shoulders, the saltwater accentuating natural waves that ran through it. the suns rays allowed the seawater that coated your skin to glisten, droplets shimmering over the curve of your thighs and boobs and ass and—

wait. 

Luffy found his heart racing against his thoughts, thumping violently in his chest. an unfamiliar warmth pooled at the base of his abdomen, sparking into a living flame that kindled and fluttered throughout his body. the warmth suddenly became overwhelming, his cheeks and neck flushing with every passing moment. the blissful fluttering in his belly transformed into an unbearable wave of nausea, anxiety rising in his chest. what the hell is going on???

without much thought, Luffy abruptly twists his hips from beneath you, causing you to lose your balance. you rolled onto the grass, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watched Luffy briskly walk away, the muscles in his back working as he hurriedly swung his arms back and forth.

“hey, are you okay?” you called out, concern filling your chest.

even the sound of your voice put Luffy on edge, worried that you would catch on to his sudden change in demeanor. he flashed you a quick smile over his shoulder, his pearly teeth shining in the sun as they gritted against each other, “yeah, i’m fine! i think i just ate too fast is all. i’m gonna go lie down for a bit.”

the moment he returned to face the rest of the sunny, his smile fell. Luffy made his way down to the boys quarters, finding his bed and flopping face down into the mattress. he released a sigh that could’ve pushed all the air from his lungs had he tried just a little harder. the weight on his chest made him wish that he could do just that, hoping that such a simple remedy would cure his sudden ailment. becoming so overwhelmed by an unfamiliar feeling unsettled Luffy. he had always been so used to being sure of himself — never thinking twice about challenging emperors and soldiers with bounties that dulled his own in comparison.

the thoughts that raced through his mind caused him to toss and turn, ruffling the already-disturbed sheets from beneath him. falling asleep was always second nature to Luffy — the act of simply resting his head was enough to make him drift off to sleep. but now, he couldn’t stop thinking. images of your soaked body flashed behind his closed eyelids, the droplets of water traveling down your navel burned into his memory. Luffy released a loud groan of frustration, palms digging into his eyes as he pulled at the jet-black hair that draped across his forehead. dramatically, he kicked the sheets that became tangled between his legs, limbs flailing and begging to be set free.

Luffy’s thoughts nearly suffocated him, anxiety rising in his throat as he came to the realization that something was seriously wrong. he hopped out of bed, immediately swinging open the door and making his way over to Chopper’s medical ward. his loud footsteps echoed through the narrowed hallway, large feet slapping against the floor as he charged straight to the familiar door. Luffy lingered a while before knocking, fidgeting with his calloused hands as he worked up the courage to admit that he was sick. he was always used to taking care of his crew that he often felt bad for worrying them about his own problems. 

“hey Chopper, you in there?” he asked gently, lips pressed against the crack of the door. 

a small “hm?” was heard before the sound of hooves scuffling against the wooden floor made their way closer to Luffy. Chopper opened the door, curiously inspecting his captain as he stepped inside. Luffy jumped onto the examination table, the weight of his butt slamming against its surface caused some nearby vials to rattle. 

“what’s wrong, Luffy? did you get into Sanji’s knives again? he told you not to do ‘three-knife style’ anymore!!” Chopper scolded, worried that his friend ticked off the ship’s cook. “if you make him mad again he’ll give the rest of your dinner away to Nami and Robin.”

under normal circumstances, Luffy would have entertained the idea, arguing that mastering such an artistic fighting style would only help in improve his chances of becoming king of the pirates. however, this day had been far from normal — nerves once again bubbling up to the surface, making his mouth go sour as his thin brows furrowed together. “i think something’s wrong with me Chopper. like, seriously wrong.” 

Chopper’s blue nose twitched as the expression on his face shifted from amusement to concern. panicked, he shuffled his way over to Luffy, grabbing his blue medical bag to assess his condition. he noticed the way Luffy clutched at his stomach, fingers lingering over the small tissue that covered his belly button. Chopper tenderly pressed on his abdomen, testing whether or not his friend is suffering from something internal, “does this hurt?”

Luffy shook his head, sighing heavily as he laid down on his back. “it’s not a stomachache i don’t think, it’s something…different. i can’t put my finger on it.” 

“well, what do you mean? maybe if you tell my your symptoms, i can make a treatment plan to help you feeling good as new!”  

Luffy smiled at his generosity, mentally patting himself on the back for choosing such a caring doctor to manage his crew. he chewed on the soft tissue inside his mouth, contemplating different ways to list out his symptoms. when that didn’t work, he just let his mouth run, word vomit pouring out of him seemed to be the way to go. 

“it all started when we were on the deck playing with the water guns. my heart started to race and my cheeks got super hot, like my face was on fire! my palms got super sweaty too — like way more than usual so that made me even more nervous cause i almost never sweat. and then my stomach — oh my god my stomach — it felt like all of my organs did a flip! i haven’t felt that way since Katakuri spun me around in the mirror world, and even then it didn’t feel nearly as bad as it did just now! i seriously thought i was about to yack all over [y/n] if i didn’t get off the floor.” 

Chopper stared at him wide-eyed, his breathing becoming rapid as he worked to piece the puzzle of Luffy’s sudden illness together. as Luffy continued, Chopper became increasingly more nervous, each of his symptoms sounding a little too close to a virus he had done some reading on earlier that week. he had read that the mystery disease came from ingesting a rare bacteria that thrived off of hot, humid climates and the salt from ocean water — which had coincidently been the exact conditions the straw hats had been sailing through for the past few days. Chopper’s “brave doctor” act slowly begins to deteriorate as Luffy continues to list his symtoms, “-and my chest got super tight, like someone was squeezing my heart and wringing out my soul” 

tears welled up in Chopper’s eyes, a small trail of snot running out of his blue nose. the sound of his sniffling pulled Luffy out of his thoughts, returning his attention to his furry friend. “Chopper? what’s wrong buddy? was it something i said!?”

losing the battle of fighting back his tears, Chopper began to wail and turned around to flee the room. Luffy charged after him, puzzled as to why he would suddenly burst into tears. it turned out that Chopper was making his way to the kitchen, seeking comfort from Nami and Sanji, who had been preparing the crew’s next meal. the aroma of chicken and vegetables filled the room, the delicious scent traveling to the rest of the ship as the door swung wide open.

“hey! if the two of you are gonna horse around, then do it outside! i’m cooking here-“ Sanji shouted, cautiously swinging his knife to point in the direction of the deck.

“LUFFY’S GONNA DIE!” Chopper cried, ending Sanji’s sentence short and gaining the attention from the chef and his unexpected partner. bewildered, the pair turned to face the intruders, fear becoming apparent on both of their faces. 

loud, thunderous footsteps had suddenly come to a halt upon entering the room, Luffy caught the swinging door with his large palm before shouting, “I’M WHAT?!”

“i’m sure that’s not true, Chopper. now what’s actually going on?!” Nami asked, her tone soft with reassurance. she had been chopping carrots and celery to accompany Sanji’s dish, the blade coming dangerously close to her long fingers upon the interruption. Chopper had run up to Nami, seeking comfort in her lap as he nuzzled his face into her thighs, wiping his tears on the pair of denim jeans she wore. 

“all of his symptoms line up with a specific virus i was doing some reading on the other week! i don’t have the proper herbs to cure it in my collection! i’m so sorry,” Chopper said, the last part muffled as he hid his face behind his small hooves. 

“well what were the symptoms? maybe you’re just jumping to conclusions buddy,” Sanji soothed, his raspy voice always softer when speaking to Chopper. with that, Chopper turned to Luffy with glossy eyes and snot dribbling down his chin, nodding his head for him to share his symptoms. so much for doctor-patient confidentiality.  

Luffy huffed a deep breath, preparing for his crew to decide his fate, “fine. i dunno…when we were messing around on the deck, my chest just got real tight all of a sudden — and not from all the running around. it was…different, like an aching almost.” Luffy balled his hand into a fist, mimicking the tightness in his chest. “and my stomach started fluttering and burning, like way deep down. i’d never felt anything like that before in my life. and the weirdest part was that it didn’t hurt, but it actually felt kinda good for a moment…” 

the words from Luffy’s rosy lips trailed off as he returned his gaze back to his crew, their faces shockingly calm and…happy? “why are you guys looking at me like that? what’s wrong with me??” 

the door to the kitchen swung open once more, Zoro walking in and holding from a half-empty bottle of sake. “sounds like you’re in love,” he joked, chuckling as he brought the rim to his mouth and taking a long swig. Sanji began to berate him for being so selfish, claiming that the bottle he was so carelessly drinking from was meant for “special occasions only, dumbass!” 

Luffy blew a raspberry through his lips, “yeah right! i’ve never even had a crush on anyone! that’s just gross, plus that’s Sanji’s job!” 

“i don’t know Luffy, what you just described sounds exactly what i feel when i look at my sweet Nami and Robin!” Sanji cooed, his tongue lolling out of his mouth and smooching kisses in Nami’s direction. 

Nami, not even flinching at Sanji’s advances, asked more questions to investigate Luffy’s condition, “well, did it happen when you were looking at anyone in particular..?” despite being known for her independence, Nami was very in tune with romance — always picking up on queues and indulging in romance fiction that Robin would entertain her with. the moment she asked the question, Luffy’s demeanor shifted. 

“well...kinda. it happened when i was holding onto [y/n]” Luffy said, voice unfamiliarly low and shy. the entire room erupted in laughter, teasing Luffy for sweating something so normal. Chopper sighed with relief, glad to know that his friend wasn’t dying. Nami giggled and punched Luffy’s arm playfully, “you do have a crush, ya dope!” 

Zoro slapped his back with an extra-heavy hand, his slight drunkenness causing him to lose control of his strength. something inside Luffy finally clicked, a brief moment of relief soothed his soul before the gravity of the situation came down on his shoulders like a fright train. the cacophonous laughter began to blend into a ringing in Luffy’s ears, overwhelmed with the information. he huffed a quick laugh and turned to make his way back to the boy’s quarters. what the hell?

…

Luffy couldn’t sleep that night, his eyes straining to carve out the grooves inside the wood that lay above him in the dark. everytime he closed his eyes, all he could see was you — the way your hips curved, your pillowy thighs plush across his lap, the small constellation of moles and freckles that sprinkled across your smooth skin. his cheeks flushed just at the thought, thanking every power up above that the room was dark and everyone was fast asleep. the racing of his heart was no match for the speed at which his mind ran, however, disgustingly sweet thoughts flooding his senses. 

the brief moments of sleep he did get were interrupted by dreams about you. he pictured the way your warmth would feel beside him, entangled in his sheets and his arms after a long night of peaceful sleep. the rising sun’s glow landed on you just right, illuminating the soft skin on your bare back. your cheeks were colored with a soft, sleepy blush, the rise and fall of your back as you breathed soothed all his anxieties. your eyes had a softness to them that tugged at his heart as they stared into his own with contentment, your dark lashes still heavy with sleep. your plush lips fixed themselves into a smile, mumbling something that was inaudible to Luffy’s rosy ears. whatever you said didn’t matter, as your lips met his and morphed together into a soft kiss. morning breath be damned, he found himself drinking you in, touching every part of you, attempting to commit it to memory. however, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t remember exactly how you felt, the fuzziness of the dream clouding his senses. the dream felt like a warm embrace, a tight grasp that he wouldn’t mind staying in for just a little while longer… 

when he woke up, Luffy opened his eyes to the empty spot in his bed — you nowhere to be found. your absence led Luffy’s heart to ache, feeling like he was missing a piece of him. this newfound discovery about himself tied loose ends in his life that he couldn’t quite pinpoint — he wasn’t sure why he always made sure you were okay during a battle, why you were the reason behind his motivations for improvement, why he always caught himself sneaking glances at you during meal and leisurely time. you had caught his attention from the moment he met you, and now he knew exactly why. these feelings were both enticing and petrifying, Luffy suddenly filled with guilt for being so unprofessional. although, Monkey D. Luffy has never been a man of tradition. 

… 

the past few days had been a blur for Luffy, constantly lost in his own thoughts. he started becoming hyperaware of every little thing, making sure that every time he saw you he was presentable. Luffy started grooming himself — showering more than once week, spending more time in front of the mirror to tweak his wild hair so it sat just right. with the bouts of self-confidence came insecurity as well, overanalyzing his posture and facial features. the scars on his face and chest suddenly the only thing he could think about — wondering if you thought them to be impressive or gross, seeing them as a mark of failure and weakness rather than a symbol of survival and determination. he traced the rough edges of the scar on his chest with his calloused fingertips, analyzing the fusion of pinks and reds that color his chest. this particular day he decided to cover it up, buttoning his shirt just above his scar to conceal it from the rest of the crew, embarrassment and shame pang in his chest. 

conflicting feelings wrestling in his mind and chest began to take physical tolls on Luffy — deep purple bags weighing his eyes down from the lack of sleep. he decided that he finally had enough of this senseless torture, deciding that today was the day he would tell you exactly how he felt. Luffy’s impatience led him to believe that jumping to confessions would finally allow him to marvel in all the good things love had to offer. he couldn’t wait for you to be in his arms, to carry you around on his back, to kiss you anywhere and anytime that he wanted. he couldn't wait for you to be his. 

Luffy figured he would pay the only person he thought would be the most well-versed in this thing called “love” — his ship’s cook, Sanji. despite having a questionable past when it comes to romance, Sanji could actually be captivating, making suave advances at all kinds of women over their years of travel and succeeding. Luffy wandered into the kitchen, finding Sanji sharpening his knives in preparation for dinner. 

“hey Sanji. can i ask you somethin’? Luffy asked, resting his elbows on the pristine table cloth as he took a seat. Sanji put his knives away and returned his attention to the young man, cautiously approaching him as he wore a solemn expression. 

“sure, what’s up?”

“how can i tell [y/n] i like her? i mean, i don’t wanna scare her away but at the same time, i just can’t stop thinking about her! she’s so pretty I’m worried she wouldn’t wanna be with someone like me...” Luffy trailed off, getting lost in his sorrows once again. 

Luffy’s uncertainty threw Sanji for a loop, scrunching his curly eyebrows in confusion, “since when do you care about what people think? just be yourself, Luffy, you have nothing to worry about. i’m sure if [y/n] didn’t like you she wouldn’t have joined the crew”

“well yeah but what if she doesn’t like like me? what if me telling her i like her scares her away and she’ll never be a part of the crew again?” Luffy threw his face into his hands, pulling at the stretchy skin around his cheeks in exasperation. 

“if that’s the case, then treat her to a huge bouquet of flowers! women love that flashy shit,” Sanji claimed, taking a long drag from his cigarette. “i’ll even help you bake her a cake or something. sound good?” 

“hell no, you’ve got it all wrong!” Nami exclaims, wandering her way into the kitchen for an apple to snack on. “women don’t just want ‘flashy shit’ Luffy, especially not [y/n].” 

“wow Nami, that top looks darling on you!!” Sanji exclaims, scurrying over to her to get a closer look. brushing off the compliment with a simple “thank you,” Nami continues her string of advice. 

“look, since i’m the closest to her i think that you should just be yourself. all [y/n] truly wants is honesty, and if you tell her exactly how you feel, she’ll be understanding no matter what.” 

and it was true. Nami had easily become your best friend the moment you stepped foot on the thousand sunny — the both of you confiding in each other free of judgement. it was Nami and Usopp who had listened to you pour your heart out about how you truly felt about your captain. there were nights where you cried into her lap about how lonely you felt because you thought he would never reciprocate these feelings, believing that he couldn’t afford to make the room in his heart to love you more than just platonically. you believed that you’d be stuck in the friendzone forever, your bottled feelings gnawing at the walls of your heart bit by bit until it was entirely consumed by loneliness. Nami kept these moments in mind, internally screaming as she couldn’t wait to watch this relationship unfold. you idiots have no idea.

“once you’ve gathered your thoughts, then you can tell her how you feel. but until then, i’d lay low for a while — that way you don’t jump her the next time you see her. but don’t completely ignore her!” 

Luffy hadn’t expected to take Nami’s advice, but it made sense as she was the closest to you. he brought her into a tight embrace, squeezing the petite woman’s frame as he chuckled a giddy laugh into her ear, “thanks Nami! who knew you were so good at this stuff?” 

“yeah well, this therapy is gonna cost you about fifteen hundred berr—“

“SEE YA!!” Luffy shouted over his shoulder, cutting Nami off before she could set her price in stone. 

… 

you hadn’t seen or heard from Luffy in a few days, which wouldn’t worry you under normal circumstances if he wasn’t acting so…strange. your captain has always been cooky and silly, but this behavior was different. the times you had seen Luffy, you flashed him a soft smile, a peaceful, friendly greeting. however, his eyes would just go wide and avert your gaze, something akin to fear flashing in his dark eyes. when you tried to confront him about it, he would brush you off and say it was just leftover stress — but the way his lips pursed and how he avoided direct eye contact let you know that he was lying. after that conversation, you resulted to avoiding him as well, embarrassed to seek him out when it was very clear that he did not want to see you. 

the loneliness and shame was eating away at you, every day a piece of you withered away as you mulled over what you could’ve possibly done to receive such treatment. all roads led back to that moment on the deck, where you got too comfortable, too carried away and let yourself do something you knew you shouldn’t have. it was too much, why would you ever think that was a good idea? 

you made your way to Nami’s room, trails of dark grey running down your cheeks from the mascara you had cried off. upon opening the door, you caught a glimpse of Nami and Usopp laughing about something before they directed their attention to you. Nami’s warm smile quickly faded, patting the cushy space next to her as she invited you over. the moment you shut the door behind you, the tears returned tenfold. all the pent up frustration and anger came pouring out of you, strong streams of salty tears surging from your eyes. 

“i think Luffy hates me,” you said, voice strained from choking back a sob. you filled them in on all the gruesome details, spilling the guilt and honest frustrations you felt and how you blamed yourself for his behavior. Nami immediately regretted the advice she gave to Luffy when she saw the state you were in, never imagining that you would’ve been this devastated. her and Usopp exchanged quick glances, warning each other not to reveal too much so they wouldn’t spoil Luffy’s confession plan. 

“oh [y/n], i promise he doesn’t hate you. boys are just dumb sometimes, especially the ones on our crew,” Nami joked, chuckling lightly to ease the tension that lingered in the air. you huffed a breathy laugh as you wiped your nose, tucking your hair behind your ears to avoid getting the trails of snot into it. 

“i think he’s just going through some personal stuff right now,” Usopp reassured, twisting the tiny frills of your shirt between his fingers as he lay sprawled out on Nami’s mattress. “trust me, i know what it’s like to have Luffy hate you for a while, and this just isn’t it. just give him some time and he’ll come back around.” 

their kind words put you at ease, the stream of tears drying out slowly as you collected yourself again. “thank you guys, i needed that.” 

the pair gave you soft smiles, continuing to keep the mood alive by cheering you up with filling you in on the predicament Usopp got himself into earlier that day. 

…

the sunset marked one week since this whole predicament began, Luffy finally ready to confide in you about how he truly felt. he had prepared a whole speech — each line carefully crafted with Nami’s help to describe exactly how he felt, not wanting to miss a beat. he couldn’t afford to forget anything, as one tiny mistake could result in catastrophe. Luffy had never prepared this much for anything, not even when fighting warlords and emperors. you had superseded all of them, your attention and feelings more important than his own. 

Luffy recited his speech over and over again in his head, making his way to your favorite spot on the sunny in hopes of finding you. the second he laid his eyes on you, however, his mouth went dry and the words suddenly scrambled together in his head. his attention was fixated on the way your face glowed against the orange horizon, the breeze blowing your hair behind you and putting every feature on display. you leaned over the railing, resting your elbows on the wooden edge as you drank in the smell of the seawater. your glowing eyes turned to meet Luffy’s, your face stoic and glum as you turned back to face the setting sun. 

“fancy seeing you here,” you stated sarcastically, your words lacking any form of amusement as your frustration returned. 

“can i talk to you about something?” Luffy said, his voice suddenly small and nervous. the tension in his voice had been unexpected, causing you to turn around and meet him face-to-face. you crossed your arms over your chest, nodding your head in his direction as a sign of permission for him to continue. Luffy took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts properly to restrain the word vomit that built up in his throat. although, his nerves made him feel like he was about to actually vomit. 

“first, i want to apologize for the way i’ve been acting these past few days. it was never my intention to make you upset or mad at me or anything. i did it because…” Luffy paused, fidgeting with the hem of his shorts. god, this is so weird. 

“because…?” you asked, the anticipation eating away at you. your heart thumped violently in your chest, throat beginning to sting as your nerves returned.

“because i like you, okay? like more than i should — and if i’m being completely honest, i didn’t even know i could like someone like that. but when I’m with you, i feel like i have a purpose. and of course I feel that way with everyone else, but you’re different!” 

Luffy took a small step forward, gently grabbing your hands and holding them in his. “the moment i realized that i actually liked you, something inside me clicked. it felt like everything suddenly made sense and a huge weight was lifted off my shoulders. i felt like i could breathe again and i was free. hell, i’ve been having dreams about you ever since — but nothing weird though i promise!” 

the way he threw his arms up in defense at that last sentence made you laugh, all of the dizzying stress releasing through your nose. you hadn’t realized it, but tears began to flow from your eyes. but these were tears of joy, tears of relief that everything you had beat yourself up over for the past week was all in your head. all you could do was stare at the man before you with a beaming smile and teary eyes, your brain short-circuiting as you took in every syllable that left his mouth. 

“i’m so sorry, [y/n]. i never meant to make you feel like i was avoiding you on purpose, i was just finding the right things to say. i really don’t wanna screw this up, so — if you’ll have me — i want to be there for you. i want to be the person you wake up next to every morning, the person you can come to and share everything with. i want to be yours and i want you to be mine.” 

Luffy’s thumb grazed your cheek, wiping away the tears that ran down your face. you leaned into his touch, gently pressing your lips into the palm of his hand. the intimate gesture caused Luffy’s cheeks to burn a bright red, a hopeful smile forming across his lips. 

“took you long enough,” you teased, redirecting his hands to your waist as you draped yours around his neck. “i’ve loved you for a long time, ya know? i was just waiting to see if you’d ever come around, dumbass.”

Luffy could no longer contain his excitement, hoisting you up by your waist and spinning you around in the air. your playful squeals were quickly silenced as he brought your lips to yours, drinking you in with every touch and taste.  

many people made the assumption that Luffy was born under a lucky star, attributing his success to destiny and fate rather than the determination and strength he put forth. that claim had always pissed him off as it made him feel like he was cheating the system entirely. however, it wasn’t until he held you in this moment that he finally understood what they had meant. 

i could get used to this.

teehee i’ve been wanting to write for luffy for sooooo long but never knew what to write about. then this idea came to me like an epiphany and im so glad it did!

[lizdive]

based off of the leaks where it looks like sunday has the astral express ticket on his clothes — ii.

When SUNDAY boarded the express, he was not surprised at the… less than friendly welcome. The tenseness that would follow him to every room and cart that had another occupant was one that he knew would not leave him alone for a long time. Nobody really wanted to interact with him too much.

Nobody but Pom Pom — which was expected since they were the conductor — and you.

For some reason, you tended to him like you both had been friends since childhood who had just reunited. You bought him new clothes with your own credits, you forced helped him to decorate his bland room, you snuck into the archives when Dan Heng was on a mission and let him look at all the data and information he could dream of.

And overtime, SUNDAY found himself subconsciously keeping either you near him or him near you. Mostly the latter. Your presence was like reassurance humanized. Most of SUNDAY’s time was spent with you, and during those times he noticed how you picked up on his habits and mannerisms and knew what each little details about him meant.

He didn’t know if you had picked them up since Penacony or if you were just very perceptive and fast. But your knowledge on SUNDAY proves useful whenever it comes to missions or just mundane activities on the express.

If he’s struggling against conversation, if he’s trying not to stress over something he had placed and couldn’t find, if he doesn’t like the food but was trying to be polite.

"I’ll be fine, I’ll have Sunday with me," You would say whenever you would go off on a mission, effectively dragging SUNDAY with you. You initially thought he was annoyed by it, but the small smile that blooms on his face, so genuine and thankful that you pick him as your partner for the mission, always made you discard that thought.

The halovian likes to think that actions speak louder than words, so he will thank you by making sure you’re protected. He knows he’s not the strongest person on the express, but he also isn’t the weakest. He almost ascended, he’s more than capable of protecting you should the mission take a less-than-pleasant turn.

When it’s just a nice stop at a planet to explore and look around, SUNDAY acts like a bird who has just left it’s cage. If he drags you around during the little sight-seeing journey, please don’t be upset. He’s just so intrigued by how different every planet is from Penacony. He’s read of some, yes, but it’s very different when it’s in real life.

It’s still very new for him to introduce himself as a nameless, so sometimes he might pause mid-introduction to stop himself from saying the incorrect title. If you introduce him, he’d appreciate it. Just until he’s used to it.

[sonacava]

them !! ! ! !!!!

[littlefankingdom]

I saw this page from the last (maybe?) Batman & Robin (maybe?) issue and I let it go, but actually, I have thoughts about it.

So, what's happening on this page I don't have for you and I'm not going to look for to add to this post? Well, Batman, Bruce, argues that Gotham needs Robin, and Jason answers that none of them give a fuck about Gotham, and they only were Robin to be loved by Bruce. And like, this is just wrong.

For Damian, this works. It is true that Damian did not care about Gotham, and he wanted to be Robin because he saw it as his birth right. After all, every son of Batman has been Robin, so Damian, as the blood son, he wanted that to strengthen his place in the family. Bruce did not want to make Damian Robin (remember that for later), as the boy wasn't fitting what Robin was, and Damian saw "becoming/being Robin" as the same as "being accepted" by his father. But this does not work for the other Robins.

Let's start with the most difficult one: Jason. The one they are making say shit like this every Tuesday and people take it as the truth. If we take the original way Jason became Robin, this is not true. In short, in the original version, after Jason literally borrowed some old Robin's costume behind everyone back, Dick explained how he is leaving Robin behind because he is too old now and becoming Nightwing, which leads him and Bruce to have an emotional moment, as Bruce got scared this meant Dick was cutting contact with him and Dick reassured him that it's not the case, he is just growing and becoming independent, but they will always be family. While his dad and brother are nearly crying over how much they love each other and yet cannot say it out loud, Jason, like the little sibling he is, decides that Dick, not being Robin anymore means it's free real estate for him to be Robin. So, he is celebrating becoming Robin, which neither Bruce or Dick asked him to be or told him he could. A lot of people love this version, it's very good. So, Jason didn't become Robin to be loved by Bruce here, but because that's the cool shit that his brother had and he is letting it behind, so that's his now. ANYWAY, I know y'all aren't going to accept this version, so let's go for the more official one, the next one (fuck any version after that, especially Nightwing: Year One, they just don't want to acknowledge that Bruce loves Jason and he was his son). In this one, Jason becomes Robin after a lil adventure. Batman makes a deal with him to go to Ma Gunn's school which is a front to train kids into becoming goons, so Jason tells Batman. Not certain that Batman believed him, he decided to take down Ma Gunn (who is doing a heist) ON HIS OWN, AT 12 YEARS OLD, AS A MALNOURISHED BOY. So Bruce decides that's his son now, he will die for him, and he's like "Wanna be Robin?" and the kid is like "Robin? Cool!". He didn't give a fuck if Batman loved him, Batman was, at this point, just a bit more trustworthy than everyone other adults. And Jason was refusing to go to the cops or social services, and he was like "I need nobody, I can take care of myself!", so Batman was using Robin to make the kid agree to come home with him and not live on the street (Jason is a feral kitten and Robin is some good old churu to get him to open up) And you can say that's my interpretation, but in the end, it's the 80s and this is a comic, the writers did not care about that shit, they just needed Batman to have a new Robin because Batman doesn't exist without Robin. Anyway, Bruce, at multiple moments through Jason's Robin era, did tell Jason he could stop being Robin if he wanted (remember that for later) and also tried to have Jason stop being Robin because he thought it wasn't good for him, WHICH JASON HEARD. Jason ran to Ethiopia after hearing Bruce talked about how he loved Jason and being Robin may be harming the kid, so he was going to stop him. People LOVES to say Jason did not want to be Robin, but y'all, if the boy did not care about justice, wtf is he trying to prove to Batman there's a better way to do it now? Why is he still being a vigilante as an adult? Nobody is forcing him to be doing this. He cares about Gotham, even if he is sometimes really bad at showing it or acting stupid (imo)

Now, about the others. Dick invented Robin after pursuing his parents' murder. Under Bob Kane, his creator, Bruce tells Dick that now that they brought justice to his parents, Dick can stop, and Dick is like "No, I want to help people, it's what my parents would have wanted." So, Dick may not care about Gotham itself, but he cares about people and that's why he becomes and stays Robin, to help, not to get Bruce to love him. And when Bruce fired him originally, he tells him that's because he loves him and can't watch him be hurt because of him, and Dick answers "I will just take another name and continue because I want to protect people". Don't insult Dick Grayson by implying he only did that for Bruce, how many times do they have to write him say it wasn't for it to enter their heads?!

Stephanie was already Spoiler, she was already trying to help Gotham, before becoming Robin. Being Robin was about proving her worth to Batman. She clearly gave a fuck about Gotham, or she would have stopped after all the attempts made by Bruce and Tim to make her stop. But I don't think she counts, as she was never Robin in the current main timeline.

Finally, Tim Drake. There's all the Robins from other universe, but also the "We are Robin" movement that was about Gotham, but it doesn't really matter for this. But Tim Drake, he is the one who said that Gotham needed Robin, Bruce disagreed. When this boy put on the suit of Batman’s dead son, we can all agree he did not think he was going to get loved by Batman for that. Tim became Robin because Gotham needed Robin, not to be loved.

So, in conclusion, what Jason is saying is pure bs. 100% blaming the writers, as even Bruce being like "Robin must exists, Gotham needs Robin" is bs, with his whole "being mad at Damian for not wanting to be a vigilante" they have been doing. I hope you remember what I told you to remember, because now is when it is useful. Not only he fought Tim on "Batman needs Robin", he also was against Damian being Robin and the kid was only made Robin by Alfred and Dick. And he has often tried to stop his kids from being Robin if he thought it was too dangerous for them. He also has told them multiple time they could stop. He is the guy giving them insane training because it is so dangerous, and they can give up if it's too much, it's okay, but they aren't going out if they can't follow the training. Bruce wished his kids did not want to be Robin. Bruce would NOT be against one of his kid dropping being a vigilante, it's a dream come true for him. A normal ass life where he doesn't have to worry about them fighting to death? Sign him up! (He still will worry like crazy, but they will not be fighting Deathstroke). What does Bruce want for his kids? To be better than him and go to college (the man just wants one of his kid to finish college, but they keep dropping out)

(Just some modern pages of Bruce learning Tim was accepted at Ivy when Tim "died". Tim was afraid Bruce would be hurt if he stopped being a vigilante to study, but the story shows Bruce would not have been. This is far from the only time or the first time the subject of Bruce's kids and college is brought up. In the 70/80s, Bruce and Dick argued about college, as Dick wanted to drop out and Bruce was against it. During the same era, Bruce also vocalized to others how he wanted Jason to go to college one day.)

There's this trend in DC comics lately to paint Robin as something Bruce forced his kids to be for himself, and I hate it. It is erasing the truth, the historical context (for Jason, it's a superhero comic from the 80s, what are you expecting?), and I don't think any other hero is being criticized like this for having sidekicks (Does Green Arrow is treated like this too or is it fine for him to have child sidekicks?) They need to stop with that bs.

[glitter-stained]

Guys guys guys listen listen:

Duke Thomas math movie

I love math movies in general, even the super self-indulgent ones ala Will Hunting, and I was struck with the idea of a plot about Duke, a highschool student struggling because of his personal life (parents got sick and are part of an experimental treatment that might or might not work, in the meantime he keeps running away from crappy foster families so he's stressed out he keeps missing school etc). He has his same personality from We Are Robin, thrill seeking teenager with a sense of justice etc etc, and he's not only good at maths but also really into puzzles. He sees a topology problem in the journal and manages to solve it, sending the proof to the university that posed the problem. Bruce, a mathematics professor, sees the proof and is like holy shit this guy is a genius and begins to mentor him.

Feat Duke's friends from WAR, Bruce as a the enthusiastic mentor with big dreams and ambitions for him who doesn't really understand Duke's struggles but means well, Dizzy because they're cute, an excuse for Duke jumping off a bridge at some point and a lot of self-indulgent romanticized maths

[starfailreverie]

they got into my head again

[hauntingblue]

Oden's prophecy of young pirates coming to save wano becoming yamato's hope for his freedom.... and him becoming oden because of it.... it's just so good... on the other side luffy taking ace's spot for liberating yamato... I think I hauve covid

[batcavescolony]

I'm reading a Tim fic with him having a break down in the field (as in while in costume) and I can't help but think what cannon Tim would do. he'd allow himself a 20-30 second breakdown then take a big breath and get back to work.

[texeoghea]

i keep thinking abt akechis unaddressed undiagnosed osdd swag