#shes like WHATEVER I DO PAY ATTENTION SOMETIMES OK

[aishabbbb]

You're just so cute!

Part 1 Strawhats x affectionate! reader Can be read as platonic or romantic Synopsis: You love giving out compliments, especially to your crew mates. Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Usopp, and Nami

LUFFY

Likes the compliments, especially after Nami berates him.

LOVES compliments on his strength the most, but will beam if you call him smart(since no one else does TT)

Call him pirate king or the greatest pirate and he'll fold immediately.

He is fine with it generally.

Except for being called cute.

Will 1000% pout about it, especially if you call him that in front of Usopp or Chopper cause he wants to be cool yk?

"I'm not cute! What type of pirate is cute!"

Eventually will come around to it begrudgingly(he secretly enjoys it), but will also say it back to you to get you annoyed.

Backfires so bad.

Will try to compliment you back but he kinda sucks.

"You smell like the best meat in the world!"

— Or he is actually very heartfelt and deep out of nowhere

"I love how your eyes dance with the stars."

ZORO

Hates it

Ok he doesn't ACTUALLY hate it, but will act like he does

He will get all fussy about it like "Yeah, whatever." and huff off somewhere.

Will blush anytime you say anything nice about him(all the time) but NEVER lets you see it.

Actually comes to love the attention from you.

ESPECIALLY about his strength and skill.

Call him the best swordsman ever and you MIGHT see him blush since he'll be so off guard. Just might.

Will compliment you back in private, especially if you're dating.

Isn't one to focus on looks when appreciating someone, but will if you just did. Mostly points out your skills.

After some time, he won't feel embarrassed at all and will get a little cocky.

"You are so cool!" "Of course I am."

"Wow Zoro, you are strong." "Just strong? Give me more credit."

HATES if he see's you complimenting Sanji near him.

Brags to him about how cool you say he is.

NAMI

First thinks you compliment her to get out of paying her.

"I'm not going to forgive your debt by sucking up to me."

Once she realizes it's genuine, she changes her attitude.

Feels all giddy inside whenever you say anything sweet about her.

She will smile brightly to you and say thanks whenever you do so.

Doesn't have any compliments she dislikes at all

But she appreciates complimemts on her character a lot more.

Being a (former) theif and conartist makes people have a pre conceived notion of her

So saying she's nice or kind makes her feel very happy.

Will compliment you back a lot.

Mostly on skills and character.

But she does forgive some of your debt because you are kind.

USOPP

Flustered.

He starts stuttering before saying of course!

Tries to stay cool about it but say he is cute or hot and he disappears

With his self esteem, he feels like you don't actually mean what you say.

He WILL ask for assurance if your dating

After realizing you mean it, it will make him feel better about himself

Specifically about his fighting skills

He doesn't think he is that good but you think otherwise

Feels more confident the more you appreciate his talent

Brags about it to everyone

Will uplift you too

Originally to reflect your praise, but later on as actually genuine.

SANJI

Will evaporate

This man gets soooo flustered.

If you thought Usopp was bad, he will redefine the word.

He just can't commute.

Just tries to have any response but ends up babbling.

Honestly, his flusteredness is so cute.

He will get a nosebleed and may faint depending on the type of compliment.

Call him hot or cool and he will get a nosebleed or faint.

Especially if you say he is cool.

But say he is nice—

This man will freeze.

Feels like he doesn't deserve such praise. Especially from you.

Tries to reject the compliment and compliment you back.

"B-b-but Y/N dearest, you are the most kindest, nicest person to EVER grace this earth!"

You never let him reject it.

So he just ends up accepting the praise.

May cry a little sometimes, particularly if you say he is a good person.

Man NEEDS a hug TT

Starts showing off in combat and in general so he can receive praise from you.

Will do something cool and look at you like a puppy until you notice him.

If you don't he pouts off somewhere else.

He will also brag to Zoro about how cool you think he is

[my-love-is-sunlight]

Lady’s man

Sanji x gardener!reader

Warnings: fluff with a bit of angst, alcohol consumption, fem reader, good ending

Word count: 2,302 words

Summary: In which Sanji could not stop flirting with everyone in front of you. This is also from my series of reader with earth powers but can be read as a stand alone

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You knew what you were getting yourself into when you started to develop feelings for a man such as Sanji, a man that just has to flirt with every woman that crosses his path and comes undone when one looks his way even for just a second

“That’s not the only thing that he is ok?” You defended yourself one girls night with Nami and Robin in your room “He’s very passionate of what he does, he’s so kindhearted and is always looking out for everyone in the crew!” you said while looking down shyly -“Ah y/n I really don’t understand you! You are really romantic, sweet, beautiful and strong you deserve better than that!” Nami exclaimed taking both of your shoulders and shaking you, Robin giggled “Love is a mistery” Nami frowned as you were blushing red “But I must say” Robin spoke again, getting both of your and Namis attention “He’s quite the lady’s man and I don’t think you’re the kind of person that would brush that off easily” she looked at you kindly, Nami nodded.

And today he was really testing your patience.

You had docked at an Island, you always loved looking for markets every time you stopped and Sanji was the one in charge of restocking the fridge so you always walked together around markets, today was no different but Sanji was extra Sanji that evening, literally throwing himself at any woman that walked past you, usually you try to ignore it, you’re the kind of person to always find good in people and you knew that the cook was a good man he just couldn’t help being like he was around women, it was his flaw he’s human after all.

But oh god how it would make your stomach turn.

You sighed as you were once again left speaking to the wall as Sanji spoke flirty honeyed words to, surprise, another pretty girl in one of the stands nearby, you sighed, payed the kind man the ring you had chosen and continued walking. As you passed by the blonde man you saw as he kissed the woman’s hands

That was it, “Sanji!” you spoke loudly so he would turn your way, and he did “I am gonna join Zoro and Usopp at the bar I’m thirsty” he excused himself from the woman and walked closer to you looking a little confused “But you don’t… drink” you sighed “I just have a little headache, I’ll see you back at the Sunny!” You didn’t stick around to hear his answer and walked away.

You sat at the bar defeated, Sanji was right you don’t drink but asked for a piña colada with alcohol just to ease your anger “Are you serious? You can’t come to a bar and ask for a drink like that” Zoro mocked “Give me a break” you sighed while you massaged your temples, the swordsman examined your face, you really looked stressed out but he wasn’t one to ask about feelings and that stuff, he glanced at Usopp who just did an ‘I don’t know’ expression.

“What about you try something a liiittle stronger” Usopp offered his drink to you “Thank you man but I’m good I just want to refresh a little” you smiled softly “Whatever you say but that face doesn’t fool anyone y/n” he was right, you were really expressive especially with your face, sometimes even doing faces when you didn’t notice.

“Did that stupid cook do something to you?” You and Usopp looked at Zoro eyes wide, did he just asked you what you think he asked you?

Ever since you joined you learned that the best way to get along with the swordsman was by being in comfortable silence, you were introverted by nature so you didn’t really mind it and Zoro actually liked having someone on the ship that could be quiet. Sometimes you would go to him whenever you needed help in the fight department, asking for tips but that was really it, you had never conversed about anything outside that area of topics.

You flushed a little, flowers coming out of your hair, but before you could answer a really drunk man fell over Zoro and made him fall completely to the ground and spill his sake all over him, you gasped ‘please don’t be stupid’ you thought to yourself but it was already too late

“HEY! WATCH IT YOU MORON!” Zoro rose from the floor and took the man by his collar “Yeah what the hell was that? Do you know who we are?!” Usopp chimed in “Oh god” you covered your face in dismay

Predictably this interaction ended in a bar fight and you had to drag your stupid friends out of there before you got into a bigger trouble.

“I broke my ribs! And my feet hurt! And my knuckles are bleeding an-“

“Oh god Usopp can you just shut up! I’m literally carrying you what else do you want!” Using your earth powers, you were carrying Usopp in your back while leaves and branches held him in place, Zoro laughed out loud “And you better shut up too you were the one that got us into all of this!, you’re such stupid toddlers, I can’t believe you call yourselves pirates” not another word was said until you arrived to the Sunny

“YOU GUYS ARE FINALLY BACK!” You heard Luffy scream form the deck with a wide smile which quickly faded as he watched how you were dragging Usopp and Zoro’s ‘I got yelled at’ guilty face

As you finally got in the Sunny and left Usopp on the floor for Chopper to check up on, panting since he was quite heavy for you, Sanji rushed your way, worry plastered all over his face- “Flower what happened? Are you ok?” You were really not in the mood for talking specially to Sanji right now, you just grunted and walked away to your room, which made everyone look in absolute shock, you are usually very kind and understanding with everyone on the crew specially Sanji, so this reaction left everyone surprised “So you did something to her uh?” Zoro said nonchalant as always, Sanji looked at the swordsman angrily “What did you say?” Luffy whistled “Well whatever you did you better apologize it most have been really bad, I’ve never seen her angry before”

Sanji stood there surprised and trying to figure out what was he had said or done to you that could have possibly made you upset.

You threw yourself in bed, hands on your face as you groaned, you hated jealousy so much. You felt like it ate you away, and the worse thing? You can’t even complain about it because you were not Sanjis girlfriend.

You heard a knock on your door, you rolled your eyes as you got up “Nami, Robin, I’m really not in the mood right no-“ When you opened the door Sanji was standing there, looking unsure with your shopping bag in one hand “You left this outside” he said softly, you sighed and took it “Thank you Sanji” as you were closing the door, he stoped you with one hand looking trough the open spot with his puppy eyes that would usually melt you, not right now tho “Can I talk to you for a second… sunlight?” Oh god he really got you wrapped around his finger doesn’t he? You stop putting force on the door as you pulled away “Come in” you said almost annoyed.

Sanji entered your room hesitantly, almost like he was in a prohibited area, he took in everything he could in your room, he had never been here before. You had all your walls adorned with paintings of the sun, moon, stars, clouds and plants all over; pretty gems hanged form the ceiling and pictures of you and the crew hanged beside your mirror, he also noticed the dried flowers hanging in one of the walls. You never had on the big light on the room, you had tiny and warm lamps all over the place, so cozy, and then he saw it, Sanji froze when he noticed one of his hand written notes he had put on one of his special meals he did for you and the girls plastered in the door of your dresser, along with a dried rose he had given you when you first joined the crew.

‘Oh My God, he felt lighter and like he was about to pass out- “Sanji?” You called him, he shook his head and looked at you sitting on your bed and he remembered what he was here for, he cleared his throat “I-“ you cut him off “Sit here” you said as you patted the spot beside you. Slowly Sanji obeyed and sat beside you, your sheets looked like a mossy cloud, how fitting.

He was struggling to look at you, he frantically tried to look anywhere but your face, he took a big breath and called you by your name, no pet names, no dear attached, oh he was serious, this made you shiver “I don’t know what could have I possibly done to offend you, but I just want you to know I am really sorry and I would like to fix this” he said while looking at the floor, you shook your head slowly “Sanji look, it was honestly something really stupid and I shouldn’t have allowed it to get to me, you don’t need to worry about me, really”

“No” he turned to you now focusing on your face which surprised you a bit “Your feelings are not something stupid, I want to know what I did so I can fix it” you hesitated on telling him, because in a way it would make your feelings for the man very obvious, you were cornered.

But Sanji could read you like a book and he noticed your antics whenever you got nervous, your breath quickened and you started to play with your necklaces avoiding eye contact, and saw the grass and flowers blossoming from your feet looking for the floor.

He placed a hand on yours and took a heavy breath that you mimicked so you would ground yourself “Listen dear if you don’t want to talk about it then its fine, but I would really hate leaving you here all upset”, you sighed and surrendered.

“I know that you can’t really help flirting with women all the time” you started looking directly at his eyes so he knew you were honest “That’s part of who you are, and I am very understanding but today it really annoyed me because I couldn’t even have a proper conversation with you…” You bended to the side and pulled something out of your shopping bag “I actually got something for you” you handed him a golden ring with a beautiful design of the sun and the moon on it “Because you were to busy flirting you didn’t even payed attention to what I was showing you… I bought it anyways because I really liked it for you… so yeah, stupid right?”

The blonde cook was absolutely dumbfounded, he felt so guilty, not only had he made your time on the island unpleasant, but you were trying to shop for him while he was spinning around with other women? And still got him something? Oh god he wanted to die there and then, you truly were an angel and he didn’t deserved someone like you being nice to him

“I” he examined the ring, it was so… you “Sunlight I am really really sorry” he looked at you teary eyed which surprised you “You’re always treating me with so much sweetness and understanding and greatfullness for me to pay you like this? I am very stupid… And I absolutely adore this ring” he put it on and took your hands in his “I could promise you I’ll never do this again but you know better than that, so next time just yank me by the ear and I’ll stop being such a fool”

You really didn’t expected this response from him, he looked disappointed on himself, guilty teary eyes and shaky breath, you smiled at him, once again being your soft kind self

“Oh Sanji” you embraced him in a honest hug “Don’t worry, like I said before I understand you, you’re human, thank you for setting things yo right with me I really appreciate it, and I’m glad you liked the ring” you heard him sniffle in your ear, you pulled away to look at him “Why are you crying?!” You laughed “Hey don’t laugh at me!” He exclaimed whipping his tears away “Am not!” You laughed again which made all of Sanjis worry’s fade, your laughter was his favorite song, you took the hand were he had placed the ring you gifted him and put it in yours and examined it “It looks really good on you” you said tenderly as you made flowers blossom in his hand, this always made him nervous; the compliment made the man turn bright red, that and how close you were while sitting in your bed, in your room… he was lightheaded again.

You pulled him in yet another hug “Sanji, really it’s ok” and like that he finally realized that what he felt for you, was different, no one had ever treated him whit such tenderness and carefully as you did, like he would break by any sudden move. He returned your hug moving whit such care, like he was scared you’ll fear him and run away like a bunny. The blonde man glanced at the flower and note on the dresser and smiled ear to ear.

You were special and he had to never let you go again.

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WAAA yeah I’m making this a series so recommend me stuff you want to read about gardener!reader and Sanji, The next one I’ll post would probably be Sanjis confession ✨. English is not my first language so feel free to correct me!

[onginlove]

how the spider-teens act around you

pairing: miles, gwen, pavitr, hobie x gn!reader

summary: title

warnings: non

a/n: Ik i said I was gonna post on friday but this couldn’t wait >///< hope you enjoy and im sorry if I wrote pavitr gwen and hobie wrong it’s my first time writing them 😭

posting once a week!!!

masterlist | not taking requests rn

miles morales (1610)

he’s the type of guy to try and keep his cool but fail immensely. the first time he saw you his jaw dropped and his heart skipped a beat. ong.

“bro, you good?”

*no comment*

he pays attention to everything you do. whether it’s ur facial expression expressions, body language, or the way you talk.

“you ok?”

“yea why?”

“you’ve been very fidgety lately.”

if he knows you had a bad day he would do anything to cheer you up. necklace? sure. nails? already sending you money. plushies? only if he can get one too.

pavitr prabhakar

bro when he first met you you both felt a instant click. you guys bonded so fast and it was just a “hi.” literally 😭

he’s a blushing freak bro. whenever you do something so simple like brush your finger against him accidentally, his heart drops to his toes bro.

he literally day dreams about you right when your in the same room with him. like, instead of talking to you he imagines talking to you.

“you know they’re over there right?”

“i know! don’t ruin my dream!”

gwen stacy

similar to pavitr, it was love at first sight man. you know how in movies when someone falls in love with someone right away there’s like a pink background with lovey dovey music playing and everything is slowed down? that was her to you.

“woah..”

“uh gwen? can i just get the papers?”

“right sorry.”

ngl, you fell for her too but she fell harder. like, tasm gwen stacy harder. she would make drum pieces with rhythms she thought matched you the most. and she would always be so nervous whenever you hear it too.

“that was nice!”

“oh, you heard it?”

“yea! you should teach me sometime.”

she fidgets with her hands a lot like play with her hair or just her hands. she mostly strokes her hair a lot (debby ryan much).

hobie brown

i mean, idk if you would describe him as nonchalant but i am rn.

he’s the type of guy to act nonchalant around you but constantly check to see if you texted him (based of a tt).

“do you want to do it?”

“uh i mean idc.”

“you don’t? 🥺”

“wait yes ok i do i promise i do.”

when y’all first met he did a quick glance at you. like when he saw you he quickly looked away and then looked back and then looked away continuously yk?

whatever you support in he will support with you (depends on what it is. no homophobes 😡) he will literally make a poster and go to a protest with you. 

“thanks for coming with me.”

“np.” (still tryna act nonchalant but cares v much 🥺)

[barcalover86]

Can you do where they go to the club with aurora and her bf and she brings a friend and she like flirts with Gavi and the reader get jealous

Pablito- Pablo Gavi

"Just-please don't pay her more attention, she can be.. really difficult."

You were in Aurora's room, getting ready to go tonight in a club with Gavi and some friend of hers. You didn't mind at all, new people weren't a problem to you.

"It's ok, Rora. Really. You don't have to worry."

After a few minutes, Gavi came to his sister's room, took you, and then drove you to the club. You had to meat, Sara, the new girl's name, there.

You saw a girl, dressing in a very short black dress. She was really pretty and you were excited to meet someone new and make a friend tonight. That didn't happen at all.

It all started since she saw your boyfriend. She was always between you two. Sara was finding a way every time to touch Gavi.

You first didn't mind, thinking she is just a fan and after a while she would leave your boyfriend alone. You were so wrong, cuz every minute she spend with Gavi, she started to get more touchy with him.

"Doesn't she know he has a girlfriend and that she is right behind him!?"

"I told you, y/n, she is difficult sometimes." Aurora tried to console you, which didn't help at all.

"But you didn't say that she would be all over my boyfriend!?"

"I didn't know either. I'm sorry."

You had enough of Sara's behaviour and decided to go to Gavi, thinking that that way she would leave him alone.

"Amor, wanna go grab a drink with me?"

Gavi turned smiling at your voice and nodded quickly.

You grabbed his arm and guided eachother at the bar and sat down on some chairs.

"What do you want to drink, mi amor?" Gavi asked you while looking at the options.

"Something with alcohol, whatever you choose."

Gavi seemed shocked by your answer. You rarely drink alcohol, especially at parties and clubs.

"You sure?"

"Why, can't you think I'm capable of drinking it?"

"No, no-"

"Then you answered your question!"

Gavi was confused by your sudden moody, and he just thought that it was before your period started.

"But, amor, I don't think alcohol is good for you these days" he told you, knowing that it might not be ok to drink while being at that time of the month.

"Oh and why so?"

He didn't want to create a fight with you, so he just didn't reply and bought you some cocktail without alcohol.

You as well didn't want to make a big deal for it, so you took the drink without saying anything.

"What do you want?" you asked him.

"Nothing, really."

"Why?" you were confused. He was always drinking something. Soda, juice..

"I don't feel it."

Right after he said that, Sara came and hugged Gavi from behind. When he felt some arms around his body that weren't yours, he panicked and stood up, coming next to you.

"Oh, why are you running away from me, Pablito?" she said with that voice.

"Sara, enough!" came Aurora to take her outside.

"You are coming home. You know that he has a girlfriend, right in front of you, and you still flirt with him!?"

"What? I didn't flirt with him at all!"

"Oh, not at all right" you said, now really angry.

Gavi put your head on his shoulder to calm you down a bit, which helped you a lot. Feeling him closer to you made you feel comfort at any time, especially now, knowing that his arms were around you and not on that girl.

You've been jealous before, but now seeing it coming this far, made you really angry and frustrated.

"Ok, I'm only going home to prove you all that I didn't flirt with that handsome" she said while walking out of the club.

Her hands went slowly on her black dress, and she pulled the material up, everyone seeing her butt more clearly now.

Gavi closed his eyes in disguised at her gesture, while the single boys were eying her up and down. That girl was really stupid.

You didn't stay long either, deciding to go home. None of you were in the mood anymore and it was better if you would go to sleep.

"I'm really sorry, y/n." Aurora said after knocking at your door.

You smiled at her, knowing that it wasn't her fault.

"It's ok, Rora. It's finally over now."

"I know, cariño, but I ruined your night and-"

"Not you!"

"It still was my fault"

You made a face to her and went to hug her, saying that it was fine. After she left the room, Gavi came and cuddled with you.

"It really hurt me when she said to you "Pablito"..." you said it like a whisper.

He looked into your eyes and then kissed you.

"You are the only one that can call me that, amorcito."

You smiled at his words and kissed him again.

"Do you feel ok?" he said, still thinking that you were on your period.

"Yes, why?"

"Well...it doesn't hurt you?"

"Sara or-"

"No, no, your stomach."

You were now really confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Aren't you on your period?"

You started to laugh and shake your head.

"No!!! That was the reason you didn't give me alcohol?"

"Yes.."

You made a "awh" face and kissed his nose, while he blushed.

"I am not, cariño."

"Oh, thank God" he said before kissing your neck.

You started to chuckled, but eventually let him do his job.

"Let me show you that you are the only girl for me"

"Show me then, Pablito"

He blushed hard at the name, but still managed to show you pretty good that you were only his and he was only yours.

I hope you liked it!!

[generalllimaginesss]

"If you weren't my sibling you'd be my best friend." "I can most definitely be both?" "Nah."

hughes sister saying that to jack and being like he can’t be my brother and best friend because that’s already luke

I was waiting for this one!! I hope you like it!!

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Jack wasn't the only middle child in the Hughes family, but he most definitely suffered from Middle Child Syndrome the most. Quinn was busy hanging out with his friends, and his younger two siblings always seemed to leave him out, whether that be on purpose or not was up for debate. Sometimes he just felt forgotten.

The truth is that Luke was like your child growing up. When he was a baby, he was basically a living babydoll. You dressed him up, helped feed him, bathe him, the whole ordeal. When he was old enough to walk, the trouble that the two of you got into was endless. He made sure that when he started to get serious about hockey that you didn't feel left out, always prioritizing your once a week gossip session that took place in your room as you did your skincare routine on you and him while catching him up with what's going on in your life.

The whole Hughes family knew the routine, no interrupting the gossip session, but Jack couldn't help but eaves drop on what you were telling Luke.

"...so I'm standing there, actually watching this dude lie straight through his teeth, telling me that he didn't try to hook up with my friend. Did he think she wouldn't send me the screenshots? I mean seriously..." Jack could hear through the rather thin walls from the place where he was standing in the hallway.

He was about to head to his room, but just as he was passing your bedroom door it opened, like a scene straight out of a movie, hitting him smack dab in the middle of his face.

"Dude this is sad. Are you this desperate to try to be in our circle?" Luke patted his brother on the shoulder as you got closer to the scene.

You and Luke communicated in almost a telepathic way, passing a glance that said it would be ok if Jack joined just this once.

"Come on you idiot," You took his arm and pull him into your room.

He looked between you and Luke, noticing some sort of mask covering both of your faces.

"What the fuck is on your face," Jack laughed as he started to pay attention to his younger brother.

"Don't knock it until you try it," He replied, sipping on a glass of water.

"So what brings you here today," You piped up, curious as to why your older brother was all of a sudden interested in your gossip day with Luke.

"I heard you talking about a boy," Admittedly, he knew it was kind of weird to be listening in on his little sister's love life, but he liked to think that they could be close enough to fill each other in on important information.

He noticed that you were preparing something, and then saw that you were coming towards him with whatever was already on Luke's face.

"No way in hell is that going on my face," He tried to defend himself, but Luke holding his arms behind his back revealed that there was no point in trying.

"If you want to be in on the gossip, you can't skip skincare," You said, applying the mask evenly over Jack's face.

"So you heard what I was saying?" You asked, biting your tongue and concentrating on not making a mess on your floor.

"Mhm," Jack hummed.

"Any advice?" You were actually curious about what he had to say considering he could be the type of dude to do some stupid shit like you had experienced.

"Don't give him the time of day. Know your worth. I mean you got some pretty badass brothers, so you shouldn't expect anything less from a guy," He advised, his eyes closed trying to avoid getting anything in them.

"I think that's why I keep getting disappointed. I mean, not counting Jack, you and Quinn set the bar high for expectations from a guy," Your comment is directed at Luke, but you give Jack a cheeky glance.

"Hey! I'm sitting right here..." He feigned hurt, his hand covering his heart to add to the dramatics.

"No, but seriously. Mom and Dad didn't raise you to settle. Don't compromise your standards for a guy that isn't worth it." Jack's advice was filled with love, something that he wasn't very serious about most of the time, especially with his siblings. They all loved each other, but they rarely expressed it through words.

"Thanks, Jack. You know, if you weren't my sibling you'd be my best friend," You passed him one of your headbands so that he would stop fidgeting and pushing his hair back with his fingers.

"I can most definitely be both?" He furrowed his eyebrows, confused on how he can only qualify for the sibling portion of your comment.

"Nah," Luke piped in, scrolling through his social media on his phone.

"And why's that," Jack questioned, watching as his two younger siblings began to look at each other.

"Listen, Jack. Bud. I love you, but as you can see my best friend slot is kind of filled by Luke. We do love you, though!" You called after him as he began to leave your room.

"Where are you going?" Luke called to Jack right behind you.

"To look for someone to fill my best friend slot since you two obviously have no availability!"

As if on cue, Quinn walked through the living room door, almost hitting Jack again.

"Watch where you're go-" He began, but as soon as he saw what was on his brother's face he folded over laughing.

"What is on your face?" Quinn asked between breaths, trying to hold his composure.

Jack flipped him off, but turned to the two younger siblings that were hanging out of your bedroom doorway.

"I'm sure Quinn would love to be my best friend," Jack narrowed his eyes at you, causing you to giggle.

"Not with whatever is on your face," Quinn chuckled and ruffled Jack's hair.

"I hate you all," Jack rolled his eyes as he made his way to his room.

Although he said it, he'd never mean it. Even if Luke was your so-called best friend, at the end of the day you all knew that it was the four of you against the world. You all would do anything for each other with no questions asked. The four of you may be dispersed across the country at any given point, but eventually you all would find your way home to each other.

“I’ll be your best friend, Jacky Boy,” Quinn knocked on Jack’s door, a suppressed laugh threatening to spill.

“Fuck off,” Jack threw back.

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[crushedsweets]

i am so so sorry for the sheer amount of headcanons i'm making you crank out, HOWEVER... i am so curious as to if you have any headcanons for nina and natalie as a duo. i love the way you perceive them and write them it genuinely makes me so happy

i had to doodle them . ok. lets go..

nat was one of the first people nina met from jeff, since she and jeff lived in the barn together.

nina thought nat was a lesbian when they first met . that is literally the only reason why she wasnt mad jeff was living with a woman.

although nina was like, one of the ONLY people to notice toby/nat tension and was sooo heartbroken when she realized they were never getting together..... but then was relieved they didnt get together when she got over jeff because 'well i can't be the only single one!'

again, natalie grew up with 0 girl friends, only hung out with her brother and boys. even after meeting the creeps, theyre still mostly guys. so she's just kinda really awkward and weird around girls. not in a like, 'oh girls r so annoying' way but like... she just doesnt know how to fit in. she just feels so different in the worst possible way and always has.

and nina is very girly, outgoing, touchy, friendly, cute, etc. so it was very like UMMM?!? idk. natalie kept snapping at her, assuming she was fake and weird and just trying to get something from nat, but nina was so persistent and just. friendly. it started making natalie feel warm.

nina's presence started to heal natalies inner little girl. she had it stolen from her time and time again, from her dad, her brother, her peers - the operator, too.

so the two are eventually actual friends. they'll text and play mobile phone games together. sometimes they'll just sit on call and nina will be talking her head off while nat does her own thing at home. one time nat was at tobys cabin and nina was talking about toby on speaker and toby walked in and was like 'hey nina' .... nina almost threw up she was so embarrassed.

nina loves visiting nats bar because everyone is always talking to nina and giving her attention and buying her drinks, and at first nat was irritated but it kinda got nat some better tips since the customers started realizing ninas her friend. so nat was pleased. LOL

nat was never the type to go shopping, but she'll follow nina around and sit while nina tries on clothes and carry around all her bags that she buys LOL... ninas made jokes about nat being boyfriend material and nat just flatout says smth about how nina should get over jeff cuz he would never.

nat is friends with jeff but she's oddly comfortable just telling nina that he's a piece of shit. and ninas always like NOOO U DONT GET IT U DONT SEE WHAT I DO and nats always just .. not... impressed..

nina's always inviting nat out to try new foods. nat grew up just eating bread and noodles with butter half the time so it's fun. nina always tries to pay bc 'well i invited you!!!'. sometimes toby tags along but he feels a way abt going in public places..

nina rarely visits jack cuz she has no reason to, but nat is friends with him so sometimes nina pops in and she's always like ^_^ HELLO TALL MYSTERIOUS SLIGHTLY MONSTEROUS MAN... <3... nat smacks the back of her head cuz she's being dumb and drooling over a bunch of rando freaks. ... . ok i love nina and she owes jeff nothing but she is def not loyal LOLLLL AND SHE HAS THE RIGHT TO FAWN OVER EVERYONE she's a fangirl at heart.

they watch a ton of shows together. nina got nat into horror kdrama stuff, but they have to watch in dub cuz nat cant read the subtitles fast enough . . . at first nina cringed but now she doesnt care.

nat's painted/drawn nina several times, and nina almost cries everytime. she's put the drawings up on her wall before but anytime nat's at her apartment, she takes it down bc 'i dont want my art on ur wall stop it' LOL... kinda rude but whatevs.

ugh theyre just so fucking cute guys im sorry i love them . holds them. brushes their hair.

[xekstrin]

ok I have to- I've been sort of loosely paying attention to arknights, mostly in that "some of these people have cool outfits and swords that are on fire, hell yeah" sort of way, but the brand demands I ask: why do some of them have halos? are we just supposed to sort of go with it or is it like a Thing?

Oh you especially might go nuts about it but those characters are called Sankta, and they are literally angels chosen by (their) god, called Law.

When a sankta child says their first word, i believe, their halo and wings appear. Every one has a slightly distinct pattern for them but they are real physical items that literally glow

and impede wearing hats (not that that stops Outcast from wearing a cowboy hat)

And most if not all of them have guns because guns are sacred and angels/Law invented them, as far as I know

And they have a patron firearm that they carry around with them, a special gun that is like both an extension of and proof of their status as a person chosen by god.

Sankta are all connected to each other by a force called Empathy— they can read each others emotions and sometimes their thoughts. For whatever reason this makes most sankta COMPLETELY unhinged, as explosions are a common occurrence and everybody is shooting their guns constantly. I can only assume this is because they understand each other near-perfectly, so someone’s justification for setting off an explosion makes total sense. But they sometimes come across as sociopathic to outsiders because a lot of them don’t give a shit about / can’t connect to anyone outside their empathy.

It’s also why Mostima (who lost her halo’s glow and started growing black horns and lost her connection to Empathy) is treated so poorly for being a fallen sankta, and why Lemuen forgives the other sankta who shot her even though it left her wheelchair bound.

Fiametta here (in red hair) is justifiably angry and confused by this instant forgiveness— they understand why the other angel did it, but she doesn’t and she never will

It’s also so that when a funeral is being held, sometimes every sankta in the world is paralyzed by the grief of it

I probably missed something but that’s the gist of it

Oh and spoilers, but Law is a supercomputer hidden in the basement of the Pope’s quarters in the Vatican City.

So while it isn’t explicitly stated as far as i know, this to me says that “empathy” is actually a kind of linked network that connects sankta via the “halos” which are really more like wifi routers or satellites.

The pope has a gun too (seen on the bottom left)

And he loves sugar and sweets like all sankta too

[skinnywalker]

Professional protector (Aaron Hotchner x nanny! male reader)

It's become a slight problem. Most nights it Hotch was late. Some he wasn't home at all and babysitters were only so reliable.

"You're really using Garica to get a other new babysitter?"

"I'm not trust random teens with my boy."

Emily rolls her eyes and pulls away the file of potential names.

"Can't you just hire a full time?"

Hotch groans.

"Same problem."

"Well it's either a once time issue or a till-jack-is-grown issue so make up you mind."

She's right of course, he needs to just bite the bullet.

After nearly an hour of barely scrapable options Hotch's attention was caught by a face.

Young, clean cut, handsome and with a bakround in child care. He gives Hocth a strange stomach twist, the kind he felt in high-school when he meet Harley. That same at once connection.

"Is he free?"

"Looks like it. Says on his employee web page he is open for full weekdays."

"Send that to me would you?"

Garcia can't help the small grin that crosses her lips.

"At once my lord."

From his nightstand the buzz of that familiar notification sounds him awake.

Clients.

He checks the profile his boss Diane always sends but this one is different than normal. He is used to business men who don't have time for their children but the man is an FBI agent and high in ranks too.

Doesn't look half bad either.

"How much is the pay?

"60 an hour."

He stops dead in his track.

"60? For one child and house sitting?"

"Ahuh. He asked me if that was too low."

"Too low?!"

She smiled at him with a gleam I her eyes.

"He really wanted you specifically."

Hotch keep glancing at his watch. He wasn't late but Hotch was nervous he might be.

"Excuse are you Mr. Hotchner?"

He's pretty in person Hotch thinks. More real. More warm. He's bright-looking but not cocky. Fair featured but no vain. He could reach out his hand and Hotch would near before him to kiss it without even thinking.

"Yes, you must be the nanny."

"Ahuh. Would you like to go over the details of what you need me to do while your away?"

Hotch smiles. He has no clue why but it feels natural.

"Of course."

Hotch leads him through the house explain everything he needs from the house care side of things.

"-and if you can't try to fold the blankets to fit in properly I'd be really thankful."

"Of course. What about your son?"

"Jack spends most of the day at school. He still in k-8 and does sometimes need homework help. He can make his own food but often prefers it made. He has 2-3 hours of screen time weekdays and 4 on weekends. He'll want to call me when I'm out of town which you can also do if you need anything."

He nods. Simple kid.

"He always wants to come along on grocery trips and basically anytime you leave the house."

Hotch hands him the house keys.

"And most importantly he'll ask for want he wants and his bedtime is 8:30."

"Got it. I call you at night if I have questions."

"Daddy?"

The two turn to see a sleepy toddler standing in door way. His spider-man pj's frumbled from napping.

"Hey Jack buddy, this is your new babysitter. He'll be here all day till I come back in the evenings so you don't have to be alone at home."

Jack looks up. Hotch feels the two smiling at eachother. His heart is aching know Jack is already bonding with the nanny. This have been a good idea.

"I have to go home today Jack but I'll see you again tomorrow ok?"

"Ok! Can we play with my Lego pirates."

"We can play whatever you want to Jack."

Hotch loves that smile on Jack. The innocent love. His boy is safe.

"Hotch? We have an emergency."

"What is it J.J.?"

"Ten victims all male in their 20s and the unsub is moving."

"I'll be there in ten mintues."

Hotch's body knows the routine of his morning work runs so well it work on autopilot.

Lastly he kisses Jack's sleeping head and text his new nanny 8 words.

"Flying for work for at least a week."

He'll get what I mean Hotch thinks before he stops himself. Why is he so sure? He doesn't even know the guy and he is trusting him like an old friend already. That's not good but Hotch can't seem to stop himself. He doesn't trust easily but something about him is so safe. So at home at ease. Hotch hates how his walls are just gone the moment he met a pretty man who takes care of his son. Hotch hopes he'll stay.

"He's targeting men who seem successful in love. Men with kids and partners and well paying jobs. Young man living how he wants to live. And he does it through robbery and hold ups. He is choosing targets on the fly."

"Where do we thinking he is making his way to?"

"Maybe his home or his get away car. I don't think he can keep this up for too long and I know he thinks that too."

At the hotel Hotch picks up his nightly call.

"How's your nanny been buddy?"

"I love daddy! He is super smart and he knew all about the history for my test on Tuesday and he makes such good pasta and he read me all the books I have trouble with!"

Hotch feel his stomach twist again. Just like a dad.

"That's great buddy. I'm glad you like him so much."

"He is gonna be my new best friend."

"I'm sure he will sweets now you need to good to bed."

"Ok, Goodnight daddy."

"Sleepwell Buddy. I love you."

"Love you too!"

He's safe. He's for the first time Hotch feels confident in thinking that Jack is really safe and happy. He sleeps better that night then he has in a while.

"Unsub is now in Virginia and he's getting risky. Going straight for our home now. He might even be there at this moment."

"So we came out here just to go home?"

"No, we came out here to know for certain he is home. Let's go."

Jack had asked to come along to the Cafe. He had followed his nanny to the counter and was rewarded with a small pink lemonade.

"Have you ever tried limeade or just lemon?"

He shakes his head no.

"Never liked lime. Too sour."

He chuckles.

"I like a lot of sour things especially ones that have some sweet in them."

"Everyone get on the floor! This is a hold up and if everyone behaves no one will get hurt."

Jack looks up confused and then frighten.

"Nanny?"

"Comere Jack. Everything will be alright."

"We've tracked him to a Cafe he's holding up. Swat is on their way but we don't time on our side."

"How fast can we get there?"

"20."

"20 is not fast enough."

"You, with the blonde kid. Move up here."

His arms wrap around Jack and gently lead them both to the front.

"Give him to me."

"No."

His breathing hitches.

"I'm not letting you near him. You'll have to take me first."

The click of the handriffle echoed in his ears before he felt the the world go black.

When the room came back into focus he realized he was in the ER. His chest was burning. He could feel the dizziness bringing him in and out of blurry awareness.

"Hey, just rest, you're really injured."

"Jack.. what about Jack?"

"He's safe with his father."

A knock at the door interrupts them.

"Hello Doctor is it OK for me to see him?"

"Mr. Hotch? Is that you?"

Hotch leans over the hospital bed brush some hair.

"How are you feeling?"

"I've been worse."

"Worse than shot?"

He giggled even though it hurt.

"Yeah. I'm better knowing Jack is safe."

"He was really scared for you, so was I. You don't know how much it means to me that you put yourself in such danger for my boy."

"I'd do it again."

Hotch felt strange. On one hand he was deeply relieved that he was safe but such a close call had his nerves in a twist. It was like a weight had been added to his psyche. Hotch couldn't let anything happen to him. He felt protective.

"How is he?"

"Exhausted but ok."

"Hotch I know he is just your nanny but you seem pretty worried."

"I can't help but be. He nearly died keeping Jack safe. I don't know what could've happened if I hired someone less bare. This whole time I've felt so.... connected with him. Like he is someone who I can trust."

"Does Agent Aaron Hotchner have a slight crush."

Oh no.

[clownery-and-fuckery]

TechPhee headcannons?? These are a bit random I just wanted to throw them out

- When Phee wants Tech to pay attention to her she'll give his belt a little tug and say "c'mere" before telling him what she wanted to

- When Tech wants Phee to pay attention to him he awkwardly stand over her and stare until she looks up and he'll immediately just go ":)" and launch into whatever it was he wanted before she can question how long he was standing over her for

- Tech will reach for her hand in large crowds so she can take them wherever while he reads his datapad and she's always careful to warn him when they're turning/going down a curb

- Phee taught Tech how to "negotiate" (read: straight gaslight) and the only time he's ever had to do it was one time when Phee and Wrecker wanted to go to the bar during a mission and Tech was bribed into letting them, the conversation with Hunter went a little like:

Hunter, over comm: Where's Phee and Wrecker?

Tech, answering: In position

Hunter: ...I'm literally standing where they're meant to be and they're not here

Tech: yes they are

Hunter: I- what?? No, they arent—

Tech: yes they are, you're in the wrong place

Echo and Crosshair dying in the background:

Hunter: Im-... what????

- Hunter killed them for that

- Phee's got a real taste for spicy stuff, and forgets others aren't so tolerant- Tech's got a crazy sweet tooth, and they once had their meals switched. There was chaos.

- while phee is technically supposed to be their pirate(liberator) negotiator, she tends to fly off the handle a lot, and Tech more often than not watches her threaten to burn a lot of places down before carrying her out of a gun fight

- (on one occasion he calmly let her go and watched her pull through on those threats after they told him to "keep her down")

- Tech's kisses are quick and short. He gives her little pecks while no one's looking and most of the time theyre aimed at her cheeks/forehead- he doesn't do a lot of PDA but he gets VERY affectionate while he's tired:))

- Phee is the OPPOSITE. She will kiss him everywhere anywhere she has no qualms and she LOVES kissing his lips and neck(it's easier to reach) and she ESPECIALLY loves pulling him down for a long kiss when she KNOWS her future brother-in-laws are already bitching about them

- while being insanely competitive(idk why, he literally never loses-) he still let's Phee win sabbacc sometimes, and always sits back and let's her brag and just ":) yay good job" while she calls him a BIG LOSER (he thinks he's secretly winning because she always smiles when she wins)

- Phee knows he lets her win

- they sing and dance while they do jobs together. Fixing the Marauder? Not without background music. Cleaning up after Wrecker and Omega's attempts at baking? Gotta have some ambiance turn the holo up. Even as far as a covert mission??? Phee catches Tech humming while he sets the charges and can't help but blow their cover laughing hysterically

- phee knows and hates hondo. she'd punch him for maybe a half credit.

- tech thinks he's delightfully charming :)

- the three of them get along fine until tech leaves the room. he can never guess why they always smile at him when he looks at them??

- phee(jokingly) asked hunter permission to marry tech at dinner, and got so offended when he said no, she decided to ask tech for REAL

- (he said yes btw)

I have like a MILLION more but I'll cut her there for now- PLEASE if you have more, add them!!!! Ok byeeee <3

[angelltheninth]

ok i can't stop myself from sending another request while they're still open 🤭 can i please have some headcanons for fem!reader's first time with cassandra, grayson, and ambessa? ik you did first time hcs for another fandom recently so if you wanna wait a bit before doing this that's fine!

My first Arcane post of 2023, and what a good request of you Anon.

Pairing: Cassandra Kiramman, Enforcer Grayson, Ambessa Medarda x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first time, virginity loss, praise, gentle sex, fingering, cunnilingus, dirty talk, finger riding, marking

A/N: The one Ambessa one really got me, just telling you in advance,

Cassandra is very gentle and patient with you. She listens to your worries about being a virgin and not being able to measure up to her no doubt high expectations and she dispels them all. You don't need to worry about anyone's expectations right now.

Pays attention to how your breathing deepens and quickens when her fingers dance across your skin, down your stomach and between your legs, parting your pussy lips and inserting just one finger. She waits for you to relax against the bed, to look at her and nod. A small, but knowing smirk plays on her lips, the same one she gives people when she's just won something.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about around me darling. I promise I'm not putting any pressure on you. What ever you do, whatever I do, remember to talk to me. Exactly. Allow me then... ah, how long were you waiting for this? Such pretty underwear too, did you pick them out especially for tonight? This calls for me to show my proper appreciation."

Grayson is the one who feels a bit of pressure to make this night special for you. She actually stopped the first time she was gonna have sex with you because you seemed to nervous about it and later found out that you've never done that before.

She stops her tongue whenever she feels your hips jerk backwards, never breaks eye contact with you and doesn't hold you down, allowing you to move away if you really want to. Starts mouthing at your cunt with a lot of enthusiasm when you finally let your legs relax around her shoulders and only then does she apply light pressure on your thighs to make it easier for her to lick in and out of you.

"Lets take tonight one step at a time sweetheart. Can I take these off? You look beautiful, I bet you'll sound beautiful too. Lay down, let me taste you. Haha, I can't do it if you keep squirming. Feels weird? Want me to stop? No? How about this spot? That was a nice reaction, I knew you'd make pretty sounds for me."

Ambessa is... well let's just say that she has taken a lot of firsts. She knows how to make you feel both safe and wanted, to make you want her while making you want to obey her. She'll won't do anything to scare you, her big frame and sometimes scary face are enough to do that to someone.

Keeps looking at you like a snack, like she wants to descend upon you and ruin you for everyone else, she will make you hers, make you want only her. She will hold you down by your wrists and plunge two fingers inside of you, waiting for you to get used them before pressing the heel of her hand against your clit and making you grind up and onto her fingers, setting the pace of your lovemaking for tonight.

"Listen up sweetheart, I'll give all control for tonight, just for tonight. Can't have you breaking on me. What's that look for? Do you want to be broken? Is that so? You're a virgin but you seem to know more then you let on. Alright then, lets see how you do. You can start by taking my fingers deep in that soon to be slutty pussy of yours. We both know you've been craving them."

[instructionsnotincluded]

True North - Sneak Peek (John "Bucky" Egan x Original Female Character)

Ok so after a handful of messages yesterday, I was feeling inspired and a little excited about the possibility of a new fandom and may have binged some of Masters of the Air late last night. I'm not quite sure where it's going to end up, but here's part of the first chapter. Testing the waters (or clouds?) to see if there's even any interest in it. OR if it's just total shit, since it's a new era I've never written for before. (If so, we can just pretend this never happened, hahaha.)

Pairing: John "Bucky" Egan x Original Female Character

Length: 1935 Words

Warnings: Language, military inaccuracies, writer flying by the seat of her pants as she tries to research more about WWII and pilots, mentally cursing herself for not paying closer attention in history class, 18+, MDNI.

“You’re flyin’ today, Frank!” 

The loud accented voice filled her ears, the brunette squinting her eyes closed tightly as she heard footsteps echoing all around the shared room, the sounds of trunks opening and closing joining in a moment later. She’d just been on the verge of a delicious dream with Gary Cooper’s character from The Westerner when Dorothy Skylar’s voice interrupted their suggestive conversation, her friend rudely butting into the fantasy.

“If you don’t get up, they’ll give your spot to the boys!”

“Ok!” Frank lifted her arm into the air, waving it around to signal she was, in fact, alive, “ok! I’m up—I’m getting up. Keep your panties on.”

“We call ‘em knickers ‘round here, love!” Dorothy’s laughter bounced along the walls, mixing in with the various posters, postcards, photos, and letters pinned above each of the beds, “if you’re going to talk about them, get it right!”

“You are all so irritating,” Frank shifted into a sitting position, the thin strap of her silk tank-top falling over her shoulder as she pressed the heel of her palm into her eye, “does no one like to sleep in anymore?”

“Haven’t had the luxury in years, darling,” Dorothy finished buckling her belt, pausing briefly in the full-length mirror as she adjusted the pins in her curls, “while you Americans have been ignoring what’s been going on across the Atlantic, we’ve been living this nightmare for years.”

“Well—at least it’s a shared one now,” Frank rested the back of her hand against her mouth as she stifled a yawn, “alright, I’m getting up. Where am I going?”

“Thorpe Abbotts,” Dorothy glanced over her shoulder to look at Frank as the shorter woman moved around her bed and over to her trunk, pushing aside piles of unfolded clothing to find her uniform, “should be a quick flight, you’ll be back before dark.”

“Maybe,” Frank disrobed and redressed once her undergarments were secured, Dorothy averting her eyes as Frank changed before messing with her hair, “we’ll see—last time I flew the airfield manager wouldn’t let me off the plane until he’d spoken to at least three men, one of whom was ranked lower than me.”

Dorothy only hummed, both women more than aware of how difficult it could sometimes be ferrying planes to and from airfields and bases, especially if the Americans were involved. It was still shocking to most men that women flew—and while the program in the US was slowly getting off the ground, the British had fully embraced female pilots, the Air Transport Auxiliary allowing women to help ferry new, repaired, and damaged aircraft between factories, plants, airfields, and squadrons. Frank had jumped at the chance to fly, to do something for the war effort that wasn’t working in a factory—she had well over four-hundred hours of flight time in the US, and while the United States Army Air Forces wasted time debating on whether or not you needed a dick to fly, she bypassed the red tape and joined the ATA shortly after Jacqueline Cochran led the first group to England. Fast forward two years later and Frank found herself an active member of the No. 6 Ferry Pool, doing whatever she could, whenever she could. 

“Are you going to see that boy of yours?” Dorothy asked, nodding towards one of the folded letters on Frank’s nightstand, the corner of it peeking out from under one of her journals.

Frank shook her head as she finished buttoning up her flight suit, the material heavy, thick, and too big for her frame before sliding on the sheepskin jacket. That was another thing about being a female pilot—there weren’t any uniforms to fit the female body, the material often baggy on her arms and legs, but tight across her hips. “He went down a few months ago over the North Sea,” Frank mentally scolded herself for not tossing the letter after she heard the news. They hadn’t been that close—a few afternoon dates when she found herself on overnight trips to London and he happened to be there, brief memories of them sneaking around hallways, bodies pressed up against walls as they sought comfort and distraction in one another. He was from Texas and smelled like home, reminding her of easier times when she was away at college, just trying to find direction in life. But like that experience, he was gone and she was left to figure out which way was North once again. 

“Frank…”

“It’s fine,” Frank reached for her bag, Dorothy pausing at the doorway, eyes cloudy with regret as she watched her friend pass her, pressing the heavy wooden door open as both women stepped out into the hallway of the dormitory the ATA housed them in, “it’s war.”

“That doesn’t mean it didn’t mean something…that it doesn’t hurt…”

“I thought you were British,” Frank pushed the emotion and tears away, scolding her heart for clenching as she turned to walk backwards, pressing a finger onto Dorothy’s badged chest, “aren’t you supposed to ‘stiff upper lip’ everything?”

Dorothy only rolled her eyes, the girls exiting the building a few moments later, the cloudy gray English sky greeting them as they crossed the pathway towards the waiting trucks, “have I ruined your flight time?” Dorothy asked quietly once they were in the back of the jeep, eyeing her friend as Frank leaned heavily against the side, “you’re not going to be distracted are you? You’re flying a Class 5 aircraft today—you need to be focused.”

“I’m fine,” Frank waved her off, “and even if I wasn’t, I’d be fine once I’m in the air. Trust me, that’s the only place my mind doesn’t wander.”

Dorothy didn’t appear convinced, but didn’t push the matter, the girls sitting in silence the rest of the ride to the airfield. Planes dotted the landscape, the tower looming in the background. Most of the planes would find homes on other bases or airfields, another tool for the boys to use in their battles. For a while it felt like production was stalling, they had so few to ferry around, but it seemed in the last year or so it had definitely picked up, so many different classes of aircraft ready to be delivered to the Allies. Frank hadn’t yet flown into Thorpe Abbotts, the Royal Air Force station just a handful of miles to the east of Diss, Norfolk. It was fairly new, having been built the previous year, but once the United States Army Air Forces took possession of the airfield, it seemed like activity was picking up. 

The boys at Thorpe Abbotts seemed to be going through planes like candy, and Frank was pretty sure this was their fifth ferry to the airfield in less than two weeks. Typically they flew to the smaller satellite bases once a month, maybe twice if there were mechanical issues, but five times in two weeks? Something was definitely going on in East Anglia. She’d heard low rumblings of the amount of planes that went down during their missions from the British pilots—the men criticizing the Americans for bombing during the day rather than waiting until evening. One conversation she overheard at dinner a few weeks ago seemed to be about the recently arrived 100th Bombardment Group and how they kept losing men to dumb tactical decisions. “It’s war,” one of the heavier accented men had said, slumped backwards in his chair as he rested a beer on the table, “you do what you need to survive.”

“...are you listening to a word I’m saying?”

Frank’s eyes snapped back to those of Commander Dorothy Skylar’s, the three gold stripes she wore on the shoulder strap of her jacket seeming to catch in what little sunlight they had today, making Frank’s two stripes seem even less important than they already felt. “Yes, sorry,” Frank shook her head and the memories away, forcing herself back into the present, “I was just thinking about Thorpe Abbotts and some of the conversations that I’ve heard in passing about it.”

“They’re losing men and planes at a rapid rate of speed,” Dorothy nodded, glancing down at the folder of papers Frank just realized the woman was carrying, “I don’t think this will be your last ferry there.”

“No,” Frank turned her head as she watched the massive Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress come into view, eyes slowly taking in the matte green of the plane, white lettering and stars decorating the wings and body, “no, I don’t think it will be either.”

The girls scrambled out of the jeep when it came to a stop, their male driver neither acknowledging nor checking with them before he sped off, Dorothy just barely clearing the rear left bumper as he turned. “Fucker,” Dorothy whispered under her breath as they crossed the tarmac, “we fly planes and he drives a jeep—yet we’re still the gum under his shoe.”

“Men are babies,” Frank said as she approached the plane, left arm extending to slide across the edge of the wing, “they move from one tit to another, starting with their mother’s, until they die.”

Dorothy laughed, shaking her head as she watched Frank move through the checklist she had memorized by now, a few of the engineers hovering nearby if needed. A younger woman, who appeared to be just barely over eighteen approached quickly a handful of minutes later, clipboard pressed tightly to her chest, “Stella Frank?”

“Captain,” Frank corrected her, the girl almost shrinking back in on herself as she looked over at Dorothy for approval, but the higher ranked commander only stared back blankly, “it’s Captain Frank.”

“Yes—yes, Captain Frank,” the woman shuffled a few papers around as Frank came to stand beside Dorothy, both women waiting as she handed over a thin packet of instructions, hand shaking as she did, “here are your pilot notes, I’m so sorry they weren’t delivered sooner.”

“Thank you…” Frank waited expectantly but the girl didn’t appear to catch on that Frank was waiting for her name, and instead smiled politely at both women before scurrying off. 

“Must you be so brash all the time?” Dorothy asked once the girl was out of ear shot, “I think today’s her first day.”

“Then she’s lucky she stumbled across me,” Frank flipped open the folder, eyeing the notes that gave her heading and speed instructions, as well as landing information, “if it’d been Ryan or Phillips she’d be on a plane back to the states right about now with wet knickers.”

“You’re not wrong,” Dorothy squinted up towards the sky, “you better get on with it—you’re due at Thorpe Abbotts in a few hours. You might get held up for a bit after you land, I think you’re ferrying back one of the planes that took heavier fire, so be safe.” Frank saluted her commander and Dorothy only rolled her eyes, “and watch for the fog, alright? I don’t know if Carol put it in the notes, but the fog around the airfield is sometimes incredibly thick. The boys may not see you until you’re landing.”

“And they have seen a woman before, right?” Frank lifted her eyebrows and Dorothy only shrugged playfully, “this isn’t one of the groups where there’s hardly any women on base and I’ll feel like a monkey at the zoo, right?” Dorothy took a few steps back in the direction of one of the metal buildings along the tarmac, a wide smile across her face. Frank only raised her voice to be heard, “right?”

“Don’t fall in love, Captain!” Dorothy called back, “we’ll see you back later tonight.”

[astromechs]

top 5 rebelcaptain headcanons?

another ask i've been sitting on because it's so good and i have so many possibilities for answering that it was so hard to narrow it down to just five! but let's see what i'm vibing as of right at this moment:

their sleeping arrangement is that jyn is typically the big spoon. not that they don't ever switch it up, but jyn likes to flop on cassian like a jyn-sized weighted blanket, and cassian really likes that, too, because that's how he feels safe. jyn is so very much a protector that she's doing that in her sleep, and the testament to how safe cassian feels in this relationship is that he's accepting that he wants that protection and making himself vulnerable enough to actually do so.

one of their favorite things to do in the evening to unwind is cook together — by which i mean it's cassian actually doing the cooking and jyn "helping" (read: being a menace and swiping little bites of food when she thinks he isn't paying attention and just overall being distracting as hell). it's a testament to how much cassian loves her that he allows this to happen, because no one else would be allowed within ten fucking feet of him while he's trying to focus on cooking.

in every setting, whether it's canonverse or a modern au or whatever else, they always have at least (1) gremlin cat or cat-like creature that is their precious baby they adore and who adores them, but who everyone else is like ???? about because it's feral and hissy and just overall nasty to anyone who isn't the two of them. they are also incredibly defensive over said feral hissy gremlin baby, and believe this cat can do no wrong.

so much silent communication going on between the two of them that by the time they've been together for years, they can carry on entire conversations without speaking a single word. it is both incredible and incredibly baffling for everyone else to witness.

ok number five is going under a cut because it's nsfw

cassian's favorite sexual activity is eating jyn out and consequently that is also her favorite activity lmaoooo

also jyn has at least two orgasms pretty much every time they have sex — unless they're in a rush — because cassian is so very focused on her pleasure very much well over his own that he insists on making her come at least once with his mouth or his fingers before he ever thinks about himself; it's a tendency that jyn certainly isn't complaining about, but also sometimes finds infuriating, because sometimes she just wants to get him off, has he ever thought about that!!

ask me my top five anything!

[sydasrev]

hello!!! could i please request BNHA angst where Aizawa has a daughter but never pays attention to her, even since a young age. Aizawas always worried with school work or with hero duties or with this class. TYSM! <3

the ending could be whatever you wsnt

Thank you for this request!

PART1 

CW: Angst, depression, Parent Neglect, Self-Harm, etc.

I hope this was good! It was kinda rushed. </3

Angst to fluff

word count: 471

I’ve decided to make this a series, because if I decided to write this whole thing down it would be about 1000+ words, and it would take like a month to write and fix everything up !

ever since you were a baby, you were passed around. Handed to one person and then the next. You were always applauded for being able to take care of yourself at such a young age. During your elementary years you would be lucky to see him a few times a month, But as the years grew the amount of times you saw your father lessened, you'd usually see him every other month, but your conversations together always ended up in someone arguing. You lived by “yourself” and your cat, Soari. Sometimes you had one of your friends check on you if you needed something, and of course, your dad would drop by every now and then to check up on the house and to see if it was clean. You really tried your best to be the best daughter you could. you’d leave dinner in the fridge for your father to bring to lunch, tell him about your achievements, but he always seemed tired, stressed out or uninterested.

you were now in High-School, attending Yokosuka High School, a school for people who don’t use their quirks. Your grades are not the best. But who would care? Clearly not your father. You could have good grades if you wanted. But there was no point.

Your father would usually get calls from the school every now and then about punching another student, failing a class, concerning scars on your legs/arms.

MAY 27, 2018.

Today, Mr. Ito, your principal called you into the office. You had no idea what it was about. Probably about  grades or something between those lines.

“Y/N, I’ve called you here to talk about your grades and how you’re doing at home.” Mr. Ito said with a cheeky smile.  Huh? Why does he want to know about my home life? I’m doing perfectly fine on my own. You thought to yourself.

“So, it seems you’re failing 3 classes out of the 7 you have. What’s going on with that?”  God. This was so embarrassing. You just kept your mouth closed and looked down into your lap.

“Ok, then. Don’t speak if you don’t want to. But I’ve also wanted to tell you if you needed anyone to talk to, you could always talk to Ms. Satori, our counselor. She’s located at B11 on the 2nd floor.”

You looked up

“Is that all?” You asked Mr. Ito with an annoyed tone in your voice.

“oh!” He exclaimed 

“No actually, I forgot to tell you, I’ll be calling your father later to talk about so after school activities to get you more active!”  “uhm.. ok. Goodbye Mr. Ito.” You said.  as you walked out his office you headed straight to the bathroom, you didn’t wanna go to 5th period, nor 7th. You just wanted school to be over.

[rubykgrant]

(The Freelancers are just there and OK, don’t worry about it, everybody is alive and friends in this scenario, it’s fine)

-Florida makes everybody Uncomfortable... plus, he and Sarge start this REALLY awkward flirt-fight thing, where maybe they’re dating Romeo/Juliet/forbidden-love-style, maybe they also wanna stab each other, maybe both (this is the equivalent of two single dads that get together, and it embarrasses the heck of the kids “Gross! Old people love”)

-Florida also keeps halfway flirting with Church (like maybe not, but also kinda yes) in his very specific creepy way, and Church is just like “Uh... no thank you???”, and then Sarge calls him a home-wrecker

-York vibes with Grif, and keeps helping him rig snack machines to spill free goodies. Also, he intentionally sets-up Donut to say all kinds of innuendos. York totally encourages the bad puns and double-entendres (if it makes everybody else groan, that means he won)

-Flowers and Donut are a whole SPECTACLE for the others to hear

-South and Kai become this unstoppable FORCE OF CHAOS, and their bros are over there begging them to be normal for 5 minutes

-South also gets along with Donut, she likes that he knows all the drama, and he likes how mean-funny she is

-North and York both LOVE being overly-supportive of Wash, he’ll be doing something normal like getting a bowl of cereal or whatever, and they’ll be cheering “Look at our boy gooooo!” etc like embarrassing parents at a soccer game

-Wash loves hanging out with the Triplets again, and people start calling them the Quartet

-Everybody gave Wyoming the silent treatment for almost 2 whole months, which drove him crazy

-When they finally acknowledged his existence, he started having all kinds of arguments with Sarge (it is a nightmare to listen to them; Sarge is a yee-haw and Wyoming is like the evil-version of Bert from Mary Poppins)

-Other people keep taking the “Grifshot” and hiding it somewhere Maine can find find it, and he ALWAYS gives it back to Grif... who is like a timid little bunny rabbit in that situation

-Maine will also just stand around and watch Tucker do stuff. Tucker feels like this is some kind of INTIMIDATION act, but Maine literally just thinks Tucker is cool

-Lopez was initially indifferent to all these extra morons he has to hang out with, but Connie actually pays attention to him and is the only one who knows how to chill, so they get along really well

-People were surprised that Tucker wasn’t immediately flirting with the new girls, but he honestly assumed that South and Connie were a couple and he was trying to be a good ally-bro (they start playing it up, and... maybe they ARE a couple???)

-He DID try to hit on Ohio, which everybody thought was hilarious

-Kai is less subtle; who’s single and what are you into?

-Iowa for some reason decided Simmons is the coolest dude and always wants to know what he’s doing and help with projects (he messes things up a lot, but Simmons enjoys the attention)

-Idaho is a naturally good helper for Doc, they both like assisting with bandages and what-not, and they’re both “list-makers” (they make categories and lists for everything, from important supplies, to favorite movies). Idaho also is a great friend to O’Malley; whenever he speaks up, Idaho instantly plays up the role of “evil assistant” and goes along with the bit (they don’t do anything actually “bad”, they just like. sneak all the ice cream and them blame it on somebody else)

-Grif and Simmons get really into playing word-games with the Triplets, they have endless conversations about nonsense

-Carolina had to try REALLY hard to convince them “No seriously guys, I can relax now!”

-Tex, Carolina, and Church have their own weird little dysfunctional-family thing going on; whenever they get snippy with each other, he tries to be the peace-maker, and it ticks them both off. If they ignore him for too long, he starts bothering them until they finally crack to yell at him (and that means success). Sometimes Carolina and Tex will whisper to each other while glancing at Church and giggling, so he KNOWS they’re talking about HIM, but when he asks they just go “Nothing~”. Carolina is a total enabler when it comes to Church mouthing-off to somebody (she just encourages him to rant more). Tex will throw Church over he shoulder like a sack of potatoes sometimes and just walk away with him. He likes it

-Tex just kind of decided that Locus is going to be her friend, and while he doesn’t understand why she even likes him, he enjoys her company (still thinks he doesn’t “deserve friendship”, but he’s getting better). They like going to events like motorcycle races together

-Whenever Caboose asks a question, North takes the time to explain stuff to him (so does York, but York doesn’t know what the fudge he’s talking about and just makes stuff up. not in a mean-lying-way, he’s just a dink)

-Iowa and Caboose will wander off to look at rocks or whatever, but also just have a whole ADVENTURE (they might have accidentally gone to Narnia at one point)

-Kai and York are united in a “f*ck the law” attitude, and will engage in some “creative vandalism” from time to time (they wreck advertisements all over the place)

-Doc and Maine hung out together for several days before even discussing stuff about O’Malley and the Meta... nobody is entirely sure what was said (which is fine if they want to keep it private), and this seems to have resulted in Doc having absolutely NO fear of Maine (even when other people still get intimidated), and Maine has all these inside-jokes with O’Malley

-Sarge called dibs on Maine, South, and York. He truly feels like they are integral to some kind of grand scheme that makes no sense to anybody else. Maine is fine with it, he likes the Reds. South immediately jumps on the SUCK IT BLUES band-wagon (because guess which side her bro got absorbed into). York hams it up, like woe is me, I am on the opposing side of a feud from my dear friends, knowing full well this does not matter

-Locus is one of the few people who kinda just has default respect for Flowers? It seems as if he genuinely doesn’t notice how weird Flowers is (he does, Locus just likes the way this messes with everybody else). Meanwhile, Flowers is at least nice enough to avoid giving Locus “orders”, and instead invite him to join activities like baking or knitting/crochet

-South scares Simmons to death, she’s everything that terrified him about Carolina times a thousand, but she loves listening to him when he snaps and gets all uppity

-Tex and Connie have their own chill moments together, kind of reconnecting their friendship, and sharing stuff they have in common (they like similar books and what-not)

-North started having a whole control-trip, not intentionally trying to be a jerk exactly, but he doesn’t know how to NOT be the one who takes care of everybody else, and if nobody listens to him, he kinda has a panic attack and becomes insufferable... as a result, Tucker gets into arguments with North, kind of a LOT. They don’t “hate” each other or anything, but North makes a lot of incorrect assumptions about how immature Tucker acts (not fully realizing how capable and clever Tucker can be), so Tucker feels the need to one-up North and take him down a notch. Tucker finally made North see there are different ways to care for people. They eventually are on better terms, and can jokingly argue without it being a whole thing, because North genuinely respects Tucker

-When Maine seems to be getting especially “isolated”, it’s actually Locus who knows how to gently approach him and pull the guy into a different train of thought (both having once felt like they were “just weapons”, and learning how to be people again). Maine returns the favor, but with a different method; when Locus is in a self-destructive and depressed mood, Maine will just pick him up, then go pick up somebody else, like Wash or Caboose or whoever might be right for the moment, and they have a Friendship Adventure (which usually involves watching cartoons)

-Kai gets all the ladies together for a PARTY NIGHT! Sometimes it’s just them staying in, eating their favorite food and watching TV, sometimes it’s going to a club for dancing, sometimes they have an entire action movie adventure that results in a show-down with some bad guys at an abandoned amusement park. You know, fun stuff

-Connie and Wash like going out for friend lunches together, they enjoy a lot of the same kinds of food. They also both dress like dads on vacation to the beach, and will complete the fun with bowling

-York doesn’t get totally DRUNK like he used to, but he’ll get a bit buzzed occasionally, and while he’s up for hanging out with anybody, his favorite person to be around like that is Lopez. The robot might sound “stoic”, but he’s clearly amused by loopy York... who speaks Spanish, and catches all the funny comments Lopez makes (Lopez will also help steer York when they walk around so he doesn’t trip and fall)

-Church personally gives Wyoming a reality-check whenever the guy gets too full of himself, and it’s weirdly not with his usual explosive fury of swears; it will be very quiet and kind of chilling. Wyoming is genuinely unnerved, and tries in vain to win Church over with compliments (Simmons calls him a loser and a suck-up). Doc joins in, being a mean little smart-mouth with Church

-Ohio is the only one who isn’t afraid of Carolina’s hyper competitiveness when it comes to video games, they’re BOTH super headstrong about playing

[celestial-grls]

Sweet Treat / Robin Buckley x fem!reader

summary: blurb based on this post because I couldn’t stop thinking about it, also I 100% believe Robin has a huge sweet tooth and always wants something sweet late at night word count: 1.7k  a/n: my first time writing smut and hardly proofread so please be nice ok mwah mwah

You both make it a point to have dinner as much as possible together, but sometimes it just will not work. However, you guys always had dessert together. Even if it was 1 AM and you both had a long night, it felt wrong to skip having dessert together. Due to her notorious sweet tooth, it was mostly Robin’s habit that trickled into your daily routine. She’d finish washing her face but want company down in the kitchen while she ate her ice cream so you’d come down with her. If you guys couldn’t eat dinner together, this was the only time you’d have to ask about one another’s day. Sometimes even when you were eating dinner together, you guys would be too caught up talking about something else entirely that you’d completely forget to ask about each other. Never on purpose, but Robin and you are not immune to gossiping. 

Tonight is no different. Robin uses a special ice cream scooper that you got engraved with her initials on it for your first anniversary to scoop heaps of ice cream into her bowl. She even makes you a bowl, taking extra care to pick a good maraschino cherry to garnish yours with. She’s freshly showered, wearing a big t-shirt of yours while her hair dries. She’s walking back and forth from the fridge to the kitchen counter, where you’re sitting, in her white socks that she’s scrunched down. She’s telling you about some snags she hit with the production of a student film. 

You’re really trying your best to listen to her, but it’s so difficult when she sounds like that. The worst part is that she’s not even trying. She just has a voice that sounds like smoke. It’s low, and she rasps, and when she’s getting into what she’s talking about it goes high and carries these cracks that make your brain go fuzzy. And her nipples are hard against your old college t-shirt that she’s wearing. And you’ve been thinking of feeling her wrapped around you since you left for work in the morning and she was still sleeping, her hair on your pillow. 

Robin’s telling you between bites of ice cream, “...it’s not like I haven’t tried to compromise with them. I don’t know. What do you think, baby?” 

You haven’t been paying attention. You’ve been absentmindedly eating your ice cream, just listening to the sound of her voice and not the actual words. There’s no way to even pretend like that wasn’t the case, because Robin can tell when she looks at you. 

“I’m sorry, Rob. Okay? I wasn’t listening, baby. I’m sorry. But it’s your fault. It’s your stupid voice.” You’re pouting slightly, and Robin knows what you mean when you call her voice stupid. 

Robin moves from where she was leaning against the kitchen sink to step closer to you and stand between your legs as you sit on the counter. She’s taken both your now empty bowls of ice cream and moved them aside, placing cold fingertips on the inside of your knee. “My voice?” Robin’s asking, just so she can hear you elaborate. 

“Yeah. I wish you sounded like Kermit or something so I wouldn’t want to jump your bones every time you open your mouth.” You’re mostly kidding, settling your hands at the nape of her neck and feeling her damp hair on your fingers. Then Robin starts to laugh. 

“God, don’t laugh! That’s even worse than when you talk. I hate what it does to me.” You’re doing a horrible job at scolding her. Because whatever blood flow was rushing to your brain has since abandoned your brain and moved elsewhere. 

“Aww, it’s okay Y/N. But really, what are we gonna do about this?” She’s evil. She’s torturing you, and worst of all, she’s enjoying it. She’s tracing little shapes on your inner thighs now and rubbing her nose against the column of your throat, just staying there. Her head is right under your nose, you can smell her shampoo and you’re losing more of the little grip you had on reality before. 

You duck your head under to kiss her earlobe. “I don’t know. I’d have to fuck you with earplugs on, I guess.” 

Robin is so vocal, she always has been. You can hear all her little sighs and feel her lips curling up into a smile against your throat. She starts nipping at your collarbone and kneading her hands against your hips. Once she feels you shiver she stops and you immediately whine a little, missing her teeth on you. She looks at you and says, “But you love my voice too much to do that.” You’re so needy, and you’ve had enough of her teasing. So you finally kiss her, licking into her mouth. She tastes like the ice cream you both just ate and you can’t stop. She rakes her hands up your t-shirt, brushing a thumb across your nipple. You feel all the air move out of your lungs. But it’s still not enough, you want more. You’re desperately moving as close to Robin as possible, ass right at the edge of the kitchen counter. Robin’s the first to pull away and catch her breath. With her face a little flushed, you already miss the warmth of her cheeckbone against your skin. She pulls one of her hands away from your breast to brush her thumb against the pillow of your bottom lip. “Can you open for me, baby?” 

You love putting her fingers in your mouth, you love it even more when she’s asking you to. You obediently suck on her fingers. She’s almost cooing at you, she even starts brushing your hair away from your face. “There you go. Y’look so pretty.” 

When she says stuff like that it makes you wet instantly. You can feel yourself dampening, almost embarrassed about the effect she has on you. You pull your mouth off her fingers to say, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. And you’re in my t-shirt. Seriously baby, what’s your problem?” You whine at Robin because she hasn’t touched you where you want yet. 

She does this exaggerated gasp that only makes you wetter. This woman has a death wish against you. “Lucky for you, I like it when you’re a little mean,” She inches her hands just a little higher, hooking her fingers inside your panties but still not touching your clit. It’s the slowest few seconds ever until she finally palms at your center. “What are you so wet for, hm?” Robin asks as if she doesn’t know the answer. 

You’re touching her wherever you can but it still doesn’t feel like enough. Your knees are hitched up right where her hips are, and you’re squeezing the curve of her ass to try and get her as close as she can possibly get to you. You sigh against her, “Don’t make me say it…” 

“Please?” She has the most devilish look in her eye when she adds the next part, “For me?” Then she dips her fingers in your panties and starts rubbing circles into your clit. It feels so good you start rolling your eyes back. 

“I hate you,” You tell her while sloppily kissing the flat of her forehead. 

She’s sucking little love bites into the side of your neck. She is filled with cockiness as she says, “No, you don’t.” She easily dips her fingers inside of you. You gasp against the feeling of your cunt being filled by her fingers. 

“Baby, give me your fingers,” You’re requesting for her fingers back in your mouth, needing something to suck on while you ride her fingers against the kitchen counter. This is so dirty, you both know it. But you both are too horny to care, as she keeps pumping her fingers in and out of you. You can feel her nipples rub against yours, losing your mind at the friction. Robin brings her thumb to your clit, rubbing circles into it torturously slow. You’re moaning around her fingers in your mouth and keeping your eyes glued to her, counting all the freckles between her eyes. 

“You sound so good. You’re doing good, baby.” 

“Think, fuck, think I need those earplugs,” You tell her because if she keeps talking to you like this you’ll combust. 

Since Robin loves to watch you squirm, she brings her lips right up against your ear and whispers, “Should I be quiet? Would you like that better?” 

The little puffs of air against your ear, Robin’s hair grazing the side of your face, the way her eyes keep opening a little wider and wider to look at you, having her like this still isn’t something you’re used to. When she hits that spot inside you that makes you squirm, you take a second to recalibrate yourself before saying to her, “You’re so cocky tonight, how come?”

Robin makes a good effort to pretend to think while she just takes you closer and closer to the edge, all your senses blurring more and more the longer she goes on for. She keeps chasing the same spot above your breast with big kisses, sweetly reminding you that she can be both doting and drive you insane. 

Ultimately, she is too eager of a lover to truly be a tease. “Not cocky, just know who I have,” she starts rubbing circles into your clit a little faster, making you arch into her, hard nipples right against Robin. You’re falling a part quickly, Robin is pulling out little whimpers from short sighs, all you want is for her to keep talking you through it. “She’s pretty great, but she’s always saying she hates me,” Robin fake pouts at you.

You’re clench as she fingers you deeper. With a maon you tell her, “Fuck, I don’t-don’t think she hates you right now.” 

Robin smirks, her lips pulling up in the corners and attaching themselves to your collarbone, her final move to drive you insane and right to the edge. “Stay right there, you’re almost there,” It’s only a matter of moments until Robin speeds up and brings you over the edge. That clenching in your stomach releases and you let out one more moan right against the shell of Robin’s ear, carding your fingers through her still-damp hair. 

“God, fuck,” You’re still catching your breath, missing Robin’s fingers in you already. You look at her with that dazed and moony-eyed expression you get after she makes you come. 

Robin’s already smiling and looking too pleased with herself. After a little pause she says, “Still need those earplugs?”

With equal parts adoration and annoyance you tell her, “You’re insufferable,” 

[coraniaid]

3 + Fuffy

(Angst/fluff prompt list)

OK, I'm a few months late, but at least I managed to get this finished in the right calendar year. I couldn't decide which season I wanted to set this in so I went with: well, basically all of them.

I

"I've got you," Faith almost blurted out once on patrol, like the worst kind of idiot. 

They'd been talking, the way they used to back then, about nothing in particular.  Just filling in the time between the next vamp nest, really, as they walked from one cemetery to another. Buffy had been complaining about something terrible her kid sister had done: borrowed her lipstick or torn an old pair of jeans, or lost something she’d been reading for school, or something ridiculous like that.  Faith hadn’t really been paying a whole lot of attention, at least not to anything Buffy was saying. 

“Don’t get me wrong,” Buffy had finished.  “I love Dawn.  I do.  She’s just … she kind of drives me crazy sometimes.  Or all the time, actually.”

(And yeah, years later somebody will explain to Faith that Dawn wasn't ever really there, that some weird old monks just made her think she was for some reason.  This conversation never really happened.  Whatever. It's how Faith remembers it. It’s real to her.)

“Do you … uh.  Do you have anyone like that, back home?” Buffy had asked her.  Hadn’t asked her.  Whatever.

Buffy used to do that a lot, in those early weeks in Sunnydale, before everything had gone wrong.  Ask her about things “back home”, as if Faith had had a home to go back to.  As if she hadn’t counted herself lucky to get out of Boston alive with the clothes on her back.  As if her mom would have even noticed she was gone back when she was alive.  As if the only person in Boston who’d ever believed in her hadn’t gotten torn to pieces for being such an idiot. 

And yeah, Faith hadn’t really ever sat Buffy down and filled her in on things, but she’d dropped plenty of hints.  More than plenty.  They’d just all fallen on deaf ears.  It was like Buffy didn’t understand there were people out there who had it worse than she did.  Like she couldn’t quite grasp that Faith didn’t have some perfect little nuclear family of her own hidden away somewhere.  Like she didn’t realize just how lucky she was to have her Mom and her sister and their perfect house in the suburbs.

As far as Faith was concerned, the Sunnydale Motor Inn was the closest thing to home she had.  Which was … well, it was a good thing she had plenty of vamps and demons to take her anger out on. But there was someone she cared about, sure.  A reason she was still hanging around in town, even with the creep who killed Diana dead and no sign of any new Watcher arriving to try to tell her what to do next. Buffy wasn't exactly wrong about that.

I’ve got you, Faith hadn’t said.  You drive me crazy enough for anyone, but you’re mine.  You’re the only reason I didn’t clear out of town while Kakistos’s dust was still warm.

She’d almost said it, but she'd managed to restrain herself.  Hadn’t quite been that stupid. Hadn't ever been quite that naive. 

Things with Buffy were complicated. Complicated enough that she hadn’t been totally sure they were even friends.  Not really.  It wasn’t like they really hung out much when they weren’t on patrol.  She was hardly inviting Buffy over for sleepovers at her crappy little motel, and she could count the number of times she’d been invited over to Buffy’s place on the fingers of one hand.  On the thumbs of one hand, even.  Maybe they didn’t have much else in common.  Buffy had her Mom and her sister, and her Watcher, and school, and Red and Xander and all her other little hangers-on, and Faith … didn’t.  

Maybe she only wanted to think she had Buffy because, if she didn’t, she had jack squat.

The thought of Buffy staring at her blankly while Faith muttered awkwardly about what she meant to her, before making some kind of excuse to leave and then laughing at her later behind her back with all of her real friends …  she just couldn’t stand that.  Better by far to leave it all unsaid.  Better to be alone than to be a loser.

Besides, you couldn’t trust people.  She’d been starting to forget that, after running a timber beam through Kakistos’s dead and rotten heart.  Getting a bit soft, maybe.  A bit too comfortable. 

No matter.  Buffy had helped teach her that lesson again soon enough.  Her supposedly dead vamp boyfriend had been alive all this time. The other Slayer had been rushing off to make out with him in the dark when she’d told Faith she was heading home, probably laughing herself sick at how easy she was to fool. And all those moments Faith had thought they’d shared on patrol meant nothing after all.

II

I’ve got you now, Faith had thought weeks later, dancing side by side with Buffy in the Bronze,  The real you. All to myself. 

She’s not sure, looking back, why she’d only thought the words. The music was deafening enough that Buffy wouldn’t have heard her even if she had said them out loud.  Probably not even if she’d shouted it.  Maybe that’s the answer.

Maybe she was never going to be part of Buffy’s inner circle.  Maybe she’d never be invited to secret little Scooby Gang meetings at the school library; maybe she’d only ever be grudgingly let into the softer parts of Buffy’s life.  The big suburban house; the dinner table and the kitchen where Buffy still pretended to just be a normal girl.  The kind of good little girl who followed orders and played nice with others and who could ever be satisfied by a craving for low-fat yogurt.

Maybe, for a while, that had made her angry.

But now, with the music loud and the other Slayer next to her, maybe that didn’t matter. The crowd around them didn’t matter.  All that mattered was that, when it counted – in the dark, out on patrol, outnumbered and surrounded, with adrenaline flooding through them, with their hearts racing together in tandem – she and Buffy were the same.  Two Slayers, when everyone said there was only supposed to be one.  It didn’t matter that only one of them got the Watcher and the Mom and the simpering little gang of school friends.  Not really.  When it really mattered, Buffy was hers.

Because she and Buffy were the same, she’d always known that.  She’d been sure of it.  Sure that, deep down, Buffy felt it too.  And now, finally, Buffy was starting to admit it.

She’d not even minded when Buffy had run off to climb all over her pet vampire, wrapping her in her arms the way she never would hold Faith.

(Sure, she’d been kind of pissed when Buffy had abandoned her at Christmas to go and make up with him.  She could admit that much, to herself if nobody else.  But it didn’t matter.  It didn’t. If she danced a little harder with the remaining boys, and smirked in Angel’s direction when Buffy marched back to pluck her out of the crowd … well, she was just having fun, right?  Just trying to make the big guy jealous.)

Days later, on their way to deal with another demon creep, she’d almost worked up the nerve to say it out loud.  To try to put it all into words, the way she wanted to.  She’d been sure, this time, that Buffy wouldn’t be able to deny it.

Just one more vamp to dust, and then, maybe–

(“Faith, no!” she’d heard Buffy shout at her, just a few seconds too late. And she'd keep hearing it  ever since, night after night, year after year.)

III

“I’ve got you,” Faith gloated out loud once, when she thought she’d managed to surprise her.

That was supposed to have been her big moment. Her moment in the spotlight. The big dramatic reveal.

“Bondage’s a good look on you,” she’d told Buffy approvingly once Angelus had gotten her chained up.  “‘Course, the outfit’s all wrong, but …”

She trailed off, waggled her eyebrows suggestively. No point trying to be subtle now.  Besides, she’d have been lying if she pretended not to be enjoying this. She’d never really fit into Buffy’s life the way she’d wanted.  Never been convincing playing the part of the little loyal sidekick.  Always chafed a little at the role of watchdog. Maybe this town wasn’t big enough for two Chosen Ones after all.

It was just like people had been telling her all her life.  She was a loser.  An embarrassment.  A bad influence, a bad daughter, a bad girl.  Why not a bad Slayer too?

Well, she’d show them bad, all right.  She’d show them real evil.   The world had treated her like crap for years before she’d gotten her powers, and maybe she was owed a little payback.  Maybe the next time the Mayor wanted one of B’s little friends taken care of, she’d volunteer for the job herself.  That’d impress him, wouldn’t it?  He appreciated her for the things she was good at, even if nobody else ever would.  If she was going to take orders from anyone, why not him? And that little witch Red had always made it clear how little she respected her. She was practically asking for it, wasn't she?

Thinking about it, maybe killing that poor sap Finch was the best thing that’d ever happened to her.   Sure, kind of crappy luck for the guy himself, but it wasn't like people like him really mattered anyway, in the big picture.  And it had helped to shake her out of her stupid little crush.  Helped her realize that Buffy was only ever going to treat her like shit.  Always going to look down on her, like she wasn’t quite good enough.  Like the other Slayer was just destined to be better than her, all along.

“I am better than you,” Buffy had told her coldly.  “Always have been.”

That was when things had started going wrong, Faith thinks later.  Even before the other Slayer had slipped out of her chains; even before that lousy vamp with a soul had revealed he’d been playing her the whole time.  She’d poured her heart out, thinking it was safe, and Buffy hadn’t followed the script like she was supposed to.  She’d been supposed to be scared.  She’d been supposed to be afraid.  She’d been supposed to be impressed.

Not that Faith could blame her for saying that, exactly.  It wasn’t as if she hadn’t dared her to do it. It wasn’t as if she was wrong.  Buffy wasn’t like her after all.  Not yet.

IV

Now I’ve got you, Faith had thought, as the knife had slipped up past her ribs, in a brief moment of clarity before the pain. You’re just like me after all.

Maybe she’d never matter to Buffy the way she wanted, but this was a moment that would tie them together forever.  Victim and perpetrator.  Murderer and corpse.  They’d both know, now, that there wasn’t much between them.  That Faith could have had it all if she’d just gotten a little bit more luck.  

It hurt, sure – it hurt worse than anything she could remember feeling for years – but it was a good kind of pain.  Because it meant she was right.  Had been right, all along.  It was proof.

Proof that their golden Slayer was a killer too.  Just like Faith.  That she enjoyed it; that she got off on it.  That there was something sick and evil inside her, something bad and dark and wrong.   Just like Faith.

In another life, it could've been Buffy slitting throats on the Mayor’s orders. Buffy lurking in the dark while Faith basked in the adulation of her own little Scooby Gang.  Everyone had to see that now.  Buffy herself had to see it.

(Not that Faith wanted that for herself. She'd been better off this way, whatever anybody else thought. Only … it meant something, that Buffy could've been like this too. That she'd only ever been pretending to be better than this.)

After she fell, she’d had one more glimpse of her – the other Slayer, looking down at her, just she’d always wanted – but she’d known that, whatever it looked like, she’d won.  She couldn’t keep her eyes open, couldn’t stop the world from going dark, but she’d felt herself smiling at the end.  She didn't have to fight anymore.  She’d won, whatever Buffy thought.

She’d been wrong about that though.  Buffy wasn’t just like her after all.  She hadn’t been ready.  She’d missed her heart.

V

“I’ve got you,” Faith had told the stolen face she saw looking back at her in the bathroom mirror.

She couldn’t quite believe it.  It didn’t sound right, coming out of that mouth.  It was missing something, some undertone or accent that she wasn’t quite pulling off.  Didn’t sound like she meant it.  She tried again.  Tried all sorts of things.  Over and over until she was laughing hysterically.  Until she was sick with it.

Because she’d won, hadn’t she?  The police were dragging Little Miss Perfect off to rot away in jail for the rest of her life – and why not, when you thought about it; wasn’t she an attempted murderer too? – the Council was going to leave her alone, and now, finally, she had it all.  The mom, the kid sister, the perfect house.  The perfect life.

And she’d fooled them.  Fooled all of them.  The mom, and the sister, and all of Buffy’s little friends.  They thought she was her.  The other one.  Which had to mean they were the same, didn’t it?

She just wasn’t enjoying it the way she knew that she should be.

Something must’ve gone wrong with the Mayor’s parting gift, she’d told herself. When she’d switched, something else must have come along with her.  Something dark and sick and evil.   It had to be the spell, didn’t it?  It couldn’t be her.  She was like Buffy.  She wasn’t like that.

She’d washed herself, in that stolen bathroom, over and over again.  So many times.  Enough, surely, that she should have washed away the dirt.  But why didn’t she feel clean?  What had Buffy done to her?  She’d infected her, that was it.  Done something to make her weak.  To make her wrong.

And somehow it all got mixed up in her head.  Her and Buffy; strength and weakness, victory and defeat.  When she’d saved that girl in the Bronze, she’d just been doing what Buffy would have done, right?  Just trying to keep her cover.  So why did she feel like throwing up when the girl had stammered out her gratitude?  Why did it feel so weird to have saved a person’s life?  When she’d made it to the airport, why had she turned back?  Vampires killed people in Sunnydale all the time.  That was why the boss had built the town in the first place.  Who had she thought she was fooling?  Had she thought anybody would be impressed if she got herself killed fighting some ugly vampire instead of slinking off into the darkness?

That little voice, telling her that it would be wrong to turn away, that she didn’t really have a choice about what to do: that hadn’t been her, had it?  She was better than that, smarter than that.  Wasn’t she?  She’d only ever been pretending.  Hadn’t she?

It was almost a relief, in the end, when Buffy had tracked her down, however disgusting it had felt to see herself looking at her in judgment.  It had almost felt better when she’d opened her eyes to find herself in her own body again.  She hadn’t been ready either.

VI

"I've got you," she’d whispered to herself in prison at night, one finger tracing the faint scar Buffy’s knife had left behind.  The mark Buffy had made on her, more than two years ago now.  It wouldn’t fade, wouldn’t heal.  She didn’t want it to.  Some things never go away, she’d told herself.

Not every night, of course.  But some nights.  The bad nights.  Most nights. It was … comforting, in a weird way.

Buffy was out there somewhere, probably not even thinking about Faith at all, but that was okay.  She’d made her mark on Faith already.  She’d given her something to remember her by.

There were never meant to be two of them.  She got that now.  She was only an accident.  An afterthought.  Maybe that’s why she was never quite good enough, why she was never able to make herself fit into the story the way that everybody told her she should.  However hard she tried, whatever she told herself, there was only one Chosen One – one girl in all the world, just like Diana had told her back in Boston – only it wasn’t her.  It never could have been her.

“This isn’t about Buffy,” Angel had told her, more than once.  He didn’t get it.  

Maybe it was true for him.  Sure, he'd loved Buffy, she knew that – hell, probably still did – but he’d been alive (or undead) for centuries before he ever met her, had done most of his most evil fucked up shit before ever laying eyes on her.  For him, maybe redemption really was more about brooding and posing in the shadows and thinking about the past and all the other things he told her about when he came to visit each month.  

But for Faith, those two things – the way she felt about Buffy and the way she felt about herself – were pretty much inseparable.

She’d thought they were going to be inseparable, for a while.  The two of them: her and Buffy.   And in a way, she was right.  When it got bad in prison – whenever the walls seemed too close or the other inmates seemed too loud or one of the new girls got it into her head to try something stupid –  Faith would imagine the Buffy in her head, and ask her what she would do about it.  That’s what doing the right thing meant, wasn’t it?  That was why she’d let them lock her up.  Because Buffy had said that this was where she belonged.

Buffy wouldn’t want her to hurt anyone else, so she didn’t, however easy and satisfying it would be.  When the guards pushed her around, she let them, and just thought about how she’d disarm them and fight back if she wanted.  When a new arrival looking to make a name for herself came out with a homemade shiv, Faith took the weapon away from her but let her keep the arm that held it.   Buffy wouldn’t want her to do anything else. 

And Buffy wouldn’t want her to leave, so she wasn’t going to do that either.  Nobody here could have stopped her, after all.  Not the guards, not any of the other inmates.  Not even Angel, if it came down to it.  Nobody could stop her.

(Except you, the Buffy in her head had whispered.  You can stop you.)

But sometimes – not too often, but more times than she’d have ever admitted to anyone – Faith let herself daydream about getting out.  Not escaping, but something else.  About showing up for her monthly visit from the outside world one day to see a new face waiting for her behind the glass. A familiar face. Not Angel, but Buffy. She used to let herself pretend that – if she just waited and worked hard enough – the other Slayer might smile at her again.  Tell her that she’d done enough.  That she was forgiven.  

Except that that Buffy – the Buffy she still talked to in her head sometimes, the one who knew anything about what she was going through in prison – wasn't real.  Faith knew that.

The real Buffy – the Buffy living it up on campus still, the one Angel never tells her anything about – she was never going to do anything like that.  She was never going to show up here wanting to talk like old times. She was never ever going to forgive her, no matter what Faith did with her life, and who could even blame her for that?  Faith wasn’t quite crazy enough to think she could ever earn any forgiveness.  Not after everything she’d done.

Still, the scar tissue on her skin was real, wasn’t it?  It proved something.  Maybe Buffy had moved on, but that didn’t mean she’d never cared.  They had a history, even if they didn’t have a future.  

They were connected, the two of them. Always would be.  Bound together by blood and scars.

VII

“I’ve got you,” she’d said without thinking at the end of the world. 

Buffy had been doing this a lot longer than she had by this point – though it hadn’t exactly been her first apocalypse either – but somehow Faith had gotten the sense that this one was different somehow for her.  Not necessarily because the stakes were higher (you couldn’t get much more serious than the end of the world), or the threat was more powerful (she hadn’t been around to see it herself, but Buffy had fought a god two years ago, which had to trump some mean old ghost with delusions of importance).  But just because Buffy was … older.  Tired.  Somewhere along the line Faith had realized that Buffy wasn’t expecting to make it through this one.

She would though.  That was why Faith was here.  Why she’d come back.  Why she’d broken out of prison and gotten herself into trouble with the law all over again.  Because Buffy needed her – because they all needed her – and it was the right thing to do.   The only thing she could do, after everything.

She’d spent so long as a kid looking up at Buffy – wanting her approval, her attention, her life – but coming back to Sunnydale she’d realized that she’d somehow never seen Buffy at all.  She’d seen the Mom and the sister but she’d never seen how afraid Buffy was of hurting them, or doing something that would make them reject her.  She’d seen the garden and the kitchen and the big childhood bedroom, but she’d never seen how fragile they were; how carefully Buffy had to step to stop herself from breaking them.  She’d seen how much Buffy had, and she’d ached with want for it, but she’d never asked herself how Buffy was able to carry it all without collapsing.

She’d tried playacting as Buffy once before – stealing her face, parroting her lines – but it was only this year that she’d tried to really become her.  To do what Buffy did, everyday.   And not because she was taking that away from her – whatever people thought, that little mutiny hadn’t been her idea, she’d never wanted that – but because Buffy had asked her to do it.  Begged her, almost. Whether you wanted it or not, she’d told her, their lives are yours.  Protect them.

So she’d tried.  Tried harder than she’d even tried before.

She’d hated it.  She’d been awful at it.  And she’d failed.  To nobody’s surprise, she guessed, she still wasn’t good enough.  She just couldn’t do it.  She wasn’t built to be a leader, to make plans or speeches or inspire.  That wasn’t her.  It never would be her.  And that was okay.  She didn’t want to be Buffy.  

If she was honest with herself, she’d never wanted to be Buffy.  Not really.  She’d wanted … well, she didn’t have the words for it.  She’d never had the right words to tell Buffy what she wanted.

But when she’d looked Buffy in the eyes, later, in those caves under the world, neither of them sure whether this was the end or not, she’d thought that maybe, for the first time, all of that was okay.  Maybe they didn’t need words.  Maybe they never truly had.

VIII

Now “I’ve got you,” Buffy promises when Faith wakes up in a panic in the middle of the night, briefly unsure of where she is or how many years it's been. “It’s going to be okay.”

She still has nightmares, sometimes.  About growing up; about Boston; about Diana; about prison.  And about all the messed up things she did.  Lester Worth, begging for his life.  Allan Finch, bleeding out in an alley.  If you’re a screamer, feel free and go on then, give us a kiss and  holding a blade to poor Joyce’s throat.  Still remembers the look on Dawn’s face when the kid – the same little kid who'd used to think she was some kind of badass superhero – had seen her for what she truly was.  An animal.  A monster.

And in her nightmares, that’s who she still is.  Who she’ll always be, no matter how much she plays at being redeemed.  Something broken and empty and unloveable.  Something the demons and vampires have their own nightmares about, not because she’s a Slayer like Buffy but because they can tell she’s something even worse than they are.  

In her nightmares – in the worst of them – she wins.  The Council lock Buffy up and let Faith step into her stolen life, and the Mayor ascends and Sunnydale burns, and Mrs Post tells her what a good job she did helping her kill Giles, and she sticks a kitchen knife in Joyce’s back and cuts Wesley's throat and Angel turns to dust in the rain in some dingy little alley.  And nobody dares look at her or question her or stop her from taking what she wants. Nobody tries to stop her. She wins, and none of it comes close to filling up the hole inside of her that grows and grows until it swallows up the world.

But when she wakes up, she’s safe.  Because then the nightmares don’t seem so bad.  Buffy puts her arms around her, in the big soft bed they share, promises to look after her, and she falls asleep listening to the other Slayer breathing.

She still has nightmares, sometimes, but it’s getting better.  She’s getting better.

And "I've got you," Buffy purrs again on other nights, when they make it back home late after patrol.  After she ushers Faith upstairs, arm curled possessively around her waist.  After Faith helps unbutton and unzip the other Slayer’s leather jacket, after she watches her pull her shirt over her head in one smooth graceful motion, silently gazing at the sight of the other Slayer in the moonlight..  Mouth gone dry, not wanting to speak in case she shatters the image of confidence and cool she’s sure at least the younger Slayers still buy into, the illusion a part of her still hopes Buffy sees.

Not that she had much chance of maintaining that image here anyway, kneeling as she is on the floor by Buffy’s bed, half-naked herself, staring up worshipfully at the other Slayer.  Fighting down the urge to pinch herself, not quite believing this could be real.  Feeling just like she had that first night, years ago now, not long after Sunnydale sunk into the desert, as Buffy stands over her and runs her fingers over her bare shoulders.

"I've got you," the other Slayer says once more, almost wonderingly, like she still can't quite believe it either, and all Faith can do is nod, trembling and eager.

Ever since Faith came to Sunnydale she’s been defined by what she isn't.  By not being Buffy. She’s been the second Slayer, the backup, the unnecessary spare.  The reckless one, the sloppy one. The mistake, the murderer. The bad Slayer.  The killer. The monster.

But now, after all these years, things are different.  They make sense of each other now, in a way they’d never managed then.

"Who's my girl?" Buffy asks her, voice low and husky, lips close enough to almost brush against her neck, and Faith can't help but shiver in anticipation. Can't help but be amazed, even now, that Buffy Summers is talking about her like this. That Buffy’s hands are touching her, that the other Slayer wants her the way that Faith’s always wanted - aways needed – Buffy, that she spends her nights after patrol in Buffy’s bed.  In their bed, together. 

 Buffy's hand slides down her cheek, tilts her chin up slightly so they’re making eye contact.  The other Slayer leans forward and kisses her gently on the forehead.  Reminds her, a little sternly now, that she asked her a question.

“Me,” Faith says, voice suddenly hoarse, suddenly almost shy, however ridiculous that seems. “I’m yours, B.” 

For a moment, watching the slow, satisfied smile that spreads across Buffy’s face, Faith thinks about how they ended up here.  About how impossible it had seemed to her, back then, that this could ever happen.  That anybody - but especially Buffy - could ever look at her, and know her, and really want her.  Not just for a quick fuck, not just because they needed her help for something, but like this.  To want her, the real her.  To want to be with her; to build some kind of life together. 

Then Buffy’s kissing her again – hungrily, greedily – and Faith stops thinking about anything else. She leans into the kiss instead, breathing into Buffy all the devotion and desire she’s never quite been able to articulate. 

She’s got her. Of course she does.  She has done since almost the night they met. Since the night they'd killed Kakistos together. She’s got her. She’s hers.  She’s Buffy’s.