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aishabbbb · 2 months
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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ferydust · 2 months
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Lady’s man
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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!
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onginlove · 7 months
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how the spider-teens act around you
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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
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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.
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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!”
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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).
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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 🥺)
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barcalover86 · 8 months
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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
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"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!!
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generalllimaginesss · 3 months
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"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 · 7 months
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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
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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.
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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
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and impede wearing hats (not that that stops Outcast from wearing a cowboy hat)
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And most if not all of them have guns because guns are sacred and angels/Law invented them, as far as I know
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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
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It’s also so that when a funeral is being held, sometimes every sankta in the world is paralyzed by the grief of it
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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)
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And he loves sugar and sweets like all sankta too
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skinnywalker · 1 year
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Professional protector (Aaron Hotchner x nanny! male reader)
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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.
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valeskafics · 1 year
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Headcanons for Modern Aemond and Jace As Your Sugar Daddy
TW: profanity, sexual references
under the cut, aegon's can be found here.
Aemond
-he's looking for a sugar baby because he thinks he's too busy for actually dating, this sort of arrangement is much better for him
-very much into keeping this completely a monetary arrangement at first, he pays for your rent/clothes/tuition in exchange for you accompanying him to targ corp events whenever he needs or occasionally going out to dinner if he's lonely
-buys you very fancy clothes to wear to all these events, Dior dresses, Chanel earrings, Louis Vuitton purses, you will want for NOTHING
-gives you a pretty big monthly allowance and sets you up with a new credit card that he pays off for you
-enjoys talking to you about what you're studying, pleasantly surprised that you can hold his interest in a conversation
-eventually he realizes that he's caught feelings for you and tries to break the whole thing off, says he'll still send you money but he doesn't want to see you anymore
-he's surprised when you storm out of his penthouse crying, you caught feelings for him too and you feel so hurt
-he finds out you've flown back home for a while to clear your head
-flies out after you and tells you he was scared because he's in love with you
-now he's your sugar daddy AND your boyfriend
-super loving, super protective, loves you so much, loves pampering you
-sexy stuff....
-doesn't get sex involved at first, he's very hesitant about it but after a few months, he gives in and asks if that's something you would be willing to do, he's just way too fucking attracted to you to hold back anymore
-obviously, this gorgeous ass man wants to fuck you so you're like?? yeah I think that's fine?????
-tries to keep it just fucking at first, nothing personal, tries his damn best not to moan your name when you go down on him
-after the big confession? kinky but super tender lovemaking, it depends what you're in the mood for, he'll do whatever you desire
-he's whipped for you
Jace
-honestly with Jace it probably starts off as a casual normal friendship where maybe y'all make out a few times but that's about it
-but when he finds out you're struggling for money he suggests becoming your SD
-you're close in age but he's like "I have the means to take care of you, just let me do it"
-you're like...... ok........ this seems like a bad idea........
-always buying you stuff, always sending you money to get lunch to get your hair or nails done or go out with your friends (@apricotfly you were so right for this)
-you don't really know how this is supposed to work but you love how much attention and affection he gives you, sometimes you'll just ask if you can hold his hand when you're walking around and it makes him feel all the butterflies ugh makes him think maybe this isn't just a money thing for you??
-introduces you as his s/o everywhere not his sugar baby which you find confusing
-he says he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable but really it's because he caught feelings for you very early on and likes pretending that it's not a casual hookup/sugar daddy type of thing
-eventually you realize you've caught feelings for him too but you keep it to yourself and eventually save up enough money to take care of your shit and tell him you don't need his help anymore, it's become too hard for you to pretend you're not in love with him not that you tell him that.....
-he's shocked, but he's like oh.... ok.....
-you absolutely don't think he feels the same way so you kind of just give him a kiss on the cheek and leave
-he's miserable like no one in his family wants to hang out with him he's just annoying
-baela, his stepsister, is your friend and knows the whole thing and she's like "bro u need to get ur shit together"
-comes to your apartment where you're just sitting there miserable and tells you he loves you
-y'all fuck for the first time that day and he is so fucking gentle, treats you like you could break at any moment, fucking worships you dude
-still treats you with stuff like a sugar baby, Venmo transactions like "go buy yourself that dress you were looking at online babe love you!"
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ezrasbirdie · 11 months
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surrender [chapter three] - joel miller x ofc daisy
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series masterlist & summary chapter summary: Daisy tries to help. It doesn't go quite as she planned. rating: M [warnings: discussions of chronic pain, joel being kind of an ass again, daisy thirsting hard, allusions to past abuse, daisy's been through it ok, do not take any of this as advice on how to forage for plants bc i am a fic writer not a survivalist ok all i have is google] wc: ~2.6k a/n: my everlasting love to @starlightmornings for the beta even when she was trying her best to enjoy a vacation. i am so lucky to have her and her thoughts and her ability to find every random word i left out of a sentence. which is many. this came out a bit shorter than i intended, but it's an important part of their story and i wanted to keep it contained, i guess. i really hope y'all like a bit of a slow burn. feral cats take a little while to warm up to each other. lastly, i no longer have a taglist: please head over to @ezrasbirdie-updates and turn on notifs if you're interested in staying current.
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The colder it got, the slower Joel moved. Daisy pretended not to notice. Despite his promise to try to be nicer, and the fact that he hadn't rolled his eyes in her direction even once since then, she didn't want to fall out of his good graces over something like paying too much attention to him.
But sometimes she’d catch him looking at her with an intense, inscrutable gaze. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he was checking her out with the way he’d drag his eyes up, up, up to catch hers, unsmiling but not intimidating.  
Most likely, though, he was still trying to figure out her whole deal. Everyone was always trying to figure out everyone else's deal. Daisy had no deal. She didn't want drugs or alcohol, she could find her own food (most of the time, anyway), and if she wasn't able to keep herself alive for whatever reason, she'd die. It was simple enough. She didn't want to die, but it was an inevitable truth. She doubted Joel would understand that, but she liked that about him. For a man who didn't like or trust people, he seemed to fight like hell for the ones that mattered.
That was the obvious reason he'd keep an eye on her. It'd have been great if he was checking her out, though. She wasn't always watching him just because she worried about him. Sometimes the sun caught a patch of silver in his beard, and she couldn't help but sigh at the patchy bits. Or he'd stretch his hand out and she'd wonder what he did before all this. He felt like a man who worked with his hands.  
And yes, he was almost twenty years older than her, but who could care about something like that in this world? He was nice to her. He'd made an effort to be nice to her. That was more than she could say for most of the men she'd met before. 
It was embarrassing how much she thought about the divot in his bottom lip; how wonderful it would be to run her tongue over it and discover exactly what noise he'd make--her bet was on a soft groan, but a whimper wouldn't surprise her, either. That always led to other things--his sharp nose trailing down her neck, his big hand cupping her breast, his wavy hair clutched in her fingers as he explored her body—every day she found new things to adore and fantasize over, stacking them on top of each other until her vision fell apart when the real Joel eventually asked her if she was paying attention.
"Yep!" She'd lie, ignoring Ellie's tiny smirk and pretending her eyes were absolutely not lingering on his narrow hips or his broad, strong chest.
She’d compare it to torture, but she'd never been that dramatic. It was a constant, low-grade stomach ache that nauseated her if she thought about it for too long. 
After they crossed into Wyoming, somewhere around Cheyenne, that stomach ache—that crush—settled deep in her gut. Daisy wanted to say that his fierce protection of Ellie had drawn her to him—and it had, at first. But the truth of it was that she liked him. 
She liked his grumpy demeanor and the way he hid his smiles. She liked how he fell asleep if he leaned back for more than ten minutes. She liked that sometimes he’d look over her shoulder and ask her what she was drawing. 
“Pretty,” he’d say, clearing his throat like the unfamiliar word clawed at his throat on the way out.
He’d drop little bits of information here and there, and she’d do her best not to push him too far. He liked music, but he didn’t say what kind. He’d liked the snow when he was a kid, back when he could stay home from school and have snowball fights with his brother. Now it was just another obstacle. 
She’d lay awake staring up at the stars, wishing she could take care of him. Make him breakfast, rub his shoulders, run her thumb over that crease in his brow. She’d never wanted something so badly, and that unattainable desire soured in her stomach every time he looked at her.
Want was dangerous. Want quickly turned into to need and need would turn to love and love would turn to trust. 
She was never any good at that. 
At the same time, her throat closed up at the thought of being alone. Maybe she didn’t want to need him, but she wanted him to need her. 
She was entirely aware that none of it made sense, and it wasn’t helpful to dwell on, so Daisy focused on what she could do instead. 
Joel never complained about any of his pain. If she hadn’t been so hyperaware of him, she might not have ever noticed it. When he eventually took her up on her offers of breaks, it only confirmed her suspicions, and his movements always gave him away.  
When it got too cold he’d rub his right hand, cradling it in his left and massaging scarred knuckles Daisy wanted to press against her lips. His knees clicked when he stood in the morning, a quick wince and soft, involuntary groan the only indication that he’d felt anything at all. This morning he’d moved so stiffly she could feel it in her joints. 
There had to be been something she could do for him. 
Daisy’s grandmother on her dad’s side had sworn by feverfew tea for everything. Body aches, a cough, a stomach virus, eczema; it didn’t matter, just brew up some of that and it’d fix anything. They’d passed what looked like a patch of it coming into where they’d made camp. She’d be lucky if she found any of it still alive—most nights it was close to freezing, if not just below it, but it was worth a try. There was really only one other thing she could do, and she doubted he’d let her give him a massage. 
In the sunshine, it was almost warm, the sky so blue she could forget anything awful had ever happened to her or anyone in the world if she watched the clouds for long enough. The mostly barren field yielded almost nothing but dry grass and a few stubborn wildflowers. After a quite a bit of determined searching, and a lot of checking for hidden Cordyceps clusters, she came upon a clutch of half-wilted white flowers, their petals barely hanging on. They weren’t perfect, but they’d work.
Daisy sat on the ground, just for a moment, looking out across the stretch of field and playing with her hair, smiling faintly at the strands of gray encroaching on her light brown strands. She never actually expected to live long enough to see gray in her hair. 
It had been her worst fear once, growing up and getting old. Somewhere in time in the vast expanse of time and space, she was still ten years old, listening to Janet Jackson and TLC on cassette as she decorated her walls with posters of Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Mario Lopez ripped from Teen Beat magazines. That little girl would have sobbed at the wrinkles around her eyes and the lines on her forehead. 
Daisy would let her cry before she told her that still being here was much more of an achievement than avoiding fine lines. 
She let the sun beat down on her face for a few more minutes as she sketched out the horizon and the clouds, just so she could remember how good it felt to be alive for a few moments. Then she stood and brushed herself off, feeling a little too proud of herself as she marched back into camp. Now all she needed to do was figure out how to brew a tea out of flower petals. 
It couldn’t be that hard, right? All those years of her grandmother swearing by it, and she couldn’t be bothered to pay any attention to how the old woman had made it. Maybe she’d just throw the whole thing in and hope for the best. 
Daisy was so distracted she walked right into Joel’s very broad, solid chest and bounced off of him in what felt like quite a cartoonish way, catching herself before she fell backward. Daisy opened her mouth to apologize for running into him but closed it so fast that her teeth clicked together after she saw the snarl on Joel’s face. 
It occurred to her that she had yet to actually see him angry. Annoyed, frustrated, grumpy—sure, she’d seen all of those. His dark eyes narrowed, hands balled into fists. 
Anger was a little scary on him. 
“The hell have you been?” 
“I—was just—”
But he cut her off before she could explain.
“Just what, huh? Taking off like that, not tellin’ a goddamn soul where you’re going? Taking supplies we could need—”
He went on for a few minutes, not yelling, exactly, but not keeping his voice down, either. She tried her best to stand up straight and not back up, but she winced at the way his voice got a little louder every few sentences. 
Before Outbreak Day, a man yelling at her usually meant her father spent the next few days slamming doors and ignoring everyone in the house. Post-outbreak, men yelling meant pain—if not directly from them, from whatever process they would be putting her through. 
The blood draining from her cheeks betrayed her attempt at fearlessness, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears. She stayed put despite her body screaming at her to back up, to run, to get away before this gets so much worse. She didn't think Joel would hurt her, not in front of Ellie at the very least, but she didn't want him to know he could scare her more with his voice than a gun to her neck. 
She knew too well where that could lead.
“So,” he said, his voice back to normal, “what was so goddamn important you had to run off without telling anyone?”
Daisy clutched the feverfew tight against her chest as she tried to regulate her breathing, the stems crumpling in her hands while she tried to think of what to say. The part of her that had been on her own this whole time—the wild girl who needed no one—wanted to tell him to fuck off. She wasn’t a child, she didn’t need to ask anyone’s permission to do anything, and she didn’t take anything that didn’t belong to her. She could take care of herself, and she’d been doing fine all on her own. 
The part that had attached itself to her two companions like a lost baby deer disagreed. He’ll leave you, they’ll leave you, you’ll be alone again, you’ll die alone. It screamed and slashed at her, begging her not to fuck this up.
Her only line of logical thought slithered its way in between the two of them.
You’re not on your own anymore. He was worried about you. He shouldn't yell at you.
Daisy clung to it to keep from getting too lost in her head. 
She took a deep breath.
“I’m sorry,” she said in a shaky voice. “You’re right. I should have said something, but please don’t yell at me. And I didn't take anything of yours.” 
Joel rubbed the back of his neck, clearing his throat in the awkward silence that followed. His lips parted, eyes softening as if he hadn’t realized what he was doing. He nodded at her.
“You…went pickin’ flowers?” He asked, finally looking her over and frowning at the flowers in her sweaty hands. 
All the blood returned to her head at once, cheeks burning as the back of her neck flushed with heat. She’d planned on making the tea without having to explain that much to him, but now realized this might have been a very big mistake. 
“It’s, uh, feverfew. For, like, headaches and body pain and stuff.”
“You're hurtin'?” He asked hoarsely.
“Not for me,” she sighed. “Just—your knees. And your hand.”
Joel’s whole body softened, his shoulders rounding as he pushed his hands into his pockets. The harsh lines in his forehead smoothed to shallow creases. 
“Oh,” he said. 
“It was a stupid idea,” Daisy muttered, shaking her head and trying to brush past him. “Anyway, I should have said something It probably won’t even do—”
“Wait, hey,” he said and caught her softly by the upper arm. “It’s not stupid. I…appreciate that.”
“It’s not a big deal. I don’t even really know how to make it right.”
“Can’t be that hard,” he said. “Listen, you’re right, I shouldn’t have yelled at you. I didn’t—I shouldn’t have gone off like that. I mean—I just—I got…”
“Worried. I know.”
“You guys are so gross,” Ellie piped up from behind her comic book, and Daisy jumped, still skittish from earlier. She’d completely forgotten Ellie was there. 
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Daisy and Joel said at the same time. Ellie giggled and shook her head. 
Joel shot one of those half-smiles in Daisy’s direction as he gathered some wood and threw it in a pile. After failing to find a suitable container to boil water, however, Joel decided to eat the feverfew, petals and all.
“Ain’t that bad,” he said. “Could use some sugar, though.”
“Yeah?” She asked. “I wouldn’t know.”
“You never ate these? You’re givin’ them to me untested?” He asked, mock-outraged. “What if they’re venomous?”
“You mean poisonous,” she said. 
“What’s the difference?”
“Venom is injected, like a snakebite. Poison is consumed.”
Joel leaned back and gave her an honest-to-God smile, and Daisy’s heart jumped into her throat, the tension from their argument all but dissipated. “Reckon it’s a good thing I got you two around. Everything I learned in school cleared out a long time ago.”
Daisy didn’t tell him she didn’t learn that in school. She just basked in that smile for a little bit longer. 
“Did I scare you?” He asked quietly, wiping the soft grin off of her face. “Earlier?”
“Joel—”
“It’s all right. You can tell me if I did. I’m not…that’s not how I meant to handle that. ‘Specially when you were trying to do somethin’ nice.”
“It’s no big deal. You didn’t scare me. But thank you,” Daisy lied. 
"Uh-huh," he said like he didn't believe her. "Still wasn't very gentlemanly of me. Or nice. I'm s'posed to be nice to you."
"Guess I'm just too infuriating to bring that side of you out," Daisy said. She meant it as a joke, but it came out sharper and much more pitiful than she intended. She busied herself stoking the fire, avoiding whatever look might be on Joel's face.  
"It's not--" 
Ellie chose that moment to speak up, distracting Joel with a joke, and Daisy smothered the urge to hug her. She doubted the girl had been paying attention to their conversation, but she was grateful regardless. She took a deep breath, loosening the tension in her chest. 
She was so bad at this.
Later, Joel stood up, still wincing but limping a little less. She couldn’t tell if that was for her benefit. 
“We gotta find some more of that,” he said, walking around for effect. 
“You don’t have to say that if it didn’t work,” Daisy said, watching him show off.
“It did work!” He said, gesturing to his knees. 
“You promise?” She asked. 
“I swear it,” he said. 
From her sleeping bag, Ellie gave an overexaggerated gag.
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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
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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,
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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."
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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."
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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."
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well, i know this little chapel on the boulevard...
Promptober Day 05 - Elope With Me Promptober Masterlist
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Matty has been bugging her to start planning their wedding. They’ve been engaged for over a year, and every time he’s brought up the event she’s become so exhausted by the idea that she finds any excuse to tap out of the conversation.
It’s not that she doesn’t want to marry him, she’s just too busy right now to pick china patterns and decide between chicken or fish for a main. Her second album performed better than her first by a mile which the label hadn’t anticipated, so now she was in the middle of a huge headlining tour across the US and Europe.
She’s still recording bits on the road and trying to maintain all the relationships in her life, and the juggling act is harder than she thought. Every time she thinks she’s got it figured out, she drops the ball, and something else goes wrong. It gets easier every day, but not every day is good.
So, trying to figure out one of the biggest events of her life over FaceTime on the crappy Wi-Fi in Electric Lady Studios? Yeah, it's not a good day. Then Matty tells her how many guests he wants to invite, and Jack practically falls out of his chair at the number. A migraine starts building behind her eyes, and she rubs her temples to stop the ache.
“Have I even met all of these people?”
“No, but you haven’t been here either,” he excuses. “I really want all of them there.”
“I don’t know if I’m that keen on a massive party full of people I don’t know.”
“You go to parties full of people you don’t know all the time!”
“Not ones where you have to pay $700 a head,” Jack mutters, but Matty hears him anyway.
The boys start passive-aggressively bickering about Matty’s absence at Jack’s own wedding, and Brittany cannot listen to this argument anymore. Since the diamond ring had slid onto her finger, it was like all the unspoken tension about that particular time had risen to the surface.
Jack promises that it was fine that Matty pulled out at the last second, and Matty apologizes over, and over again for missing such an important day in (one of) his best friend's life, but still, the uncomfortable energy persists.
“Can we get back on track, I don’t have time for this,” she snaps. “If you care about these people so much, why don’t you invite them to your 40th instead?”
“Baby, don’t call it that,” he moans.
“Sorry,” she rolls her eyes. “Invite them to your birthday, where you’re turning an age we’re not allowed to say out loud even though it's one Google search away.”
“Thank you.”
A heavy sigh falls from her lips, and she wonders if Matty can tell how exhausted she is. She doesn’t want to spend the little free time she has planning a wedding. She wants to talk to him about his day and have him spiral off on a tangent about whatever he’s been thinking about. She wants him there with her and to not only see him on her phone screen.
“Can’t we just elope?” The question falls from her lips before she even really thinks about it, and Matty looks crestfallen. “Never mind, forget I asked.”
“We can do that,” he swallows. “If that’s what you want.”
She tilts her head as she looks at him through the screen. Moments like this remind her of how much he loves her and would do anything for her. She doesn’t deserve it sometimes, doesn’t deserve him, but she’s trying.
“We’re not going to elope,” she stated, and his eyes sparkled again. Jack calls her attention, and it's time to get back to work.
“I gotta go,” she quickly adds.
“Don’t think, just choose a location!” Matty rushes out. “US or UK?”
“New York,” she smiles. “OK, love you, bye!”
Day 6 of Promptober
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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.
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“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.”
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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!
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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 !
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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