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That Funny Feeling
Jimmy Solidarity x (gn!reader)
…Hey! I’m not dead! And I finally have the urge to write again! Hope you enjoy my spiral into a new fandom!
tw: self-deprecating thoughts, angst (don’t worry there’s a fluff at the end)
Word count: 1.7k
Prompts:
“You are worthy of love and friends and respect.”
"why do you care!" "because i’m in love with you!"
Summary:
You walk in on Jimmy having beef with a fence post, and though you're not really surprised, you wonder if he’s dealing with more pain than just that of his injured foot. Includes you giving the poor guy a much needed hug, and a slip-up that lets him in on how much you really care about him.
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You don’t think you’ve ever really seen Jimmy upset…not really. He never minded being the butt of any joke, laughing along at any jab or insult. He didn’t mind if people made fun of him as long as it made someone laugh at the end. He was selfless like that. You were always a little bit jealous of his resilience, and maybe that’s why you always thought of him as almost…invincible.
So, when one day you came to check up on how the Sheriff’s new building was going, you were surprised to see that barely any progress had been done. It actually…seemed like he’d torn parts of it down. You approached slowly, taking in the half done walls and foundation, a door frame without a door, and started to look for him.
Before you can even call out to him, though, you see the back of a familiar blonde cowboy. A cowboy who was seemingly talking to himself. “No- come on Jim! You know you can do better at this- you just gotta… just gotta…” He stops, clenching his fists and yelling out in frustration. “It’s not that hard!” He emphasizes the last word by kicking a rickety fence post, but it must have been sturdier than he expected because he instantly flinched back, grabbing his foot and crying out in pain.
The whole sight was almost cartoonish, with him wearing his cowboy hat and boots, so you couldn’t help but snicker even as you reached out your hand in concern. “Oh my god Jimmy, are you ok?” You can’t stop the smile that spreads on your face, but it wavers slightly as you approach him and notice…are those tears in his eyes? He quickly wipes his face, replacing his frustrated look with an excited smile.
“Oh hi! I didn’t even see you there! Me and this fence post are having beef, actually- See, it won’t do what I tell it to, and make my stuff look good so I was reminding ‘em who's in charge round here!” He laughs a little as he says it, his smile so bright you're inclined to believe him…it wasn’t quite reaching his eyes though, and you still wonder if the kick hurt him more than he was letting on.
“Yea, you really showed him!” You try to mirror his energy, shaking off some of your worries as he replies in his usual chipper tone.
“Yea I did!” He laughs but then slightly turns away from you. “Listen uh…you know I always love having you around. You’re welcome anytime! But uh…I really have a- a thing I gotta do and…” Your smile drops as you see him wince a little as he puts his weight on the foot he ‘beat up’ the fence post with.
“Hey Jimmy, is your foot ok?” You walk up to him, concerned. “Maybe you should sit down-“
“Nah I’m fine…probably anyway.” He laughs like it’s a joke, but when you look at him you're not smiling.
“You're limping. You might not have broken anything but- here, sit down.” You gently put your hand on his shoulder.
“It’s really nothing, I’m just being an idiot...” He moves away from your touch, shaking it off and puffing up his chest a little. He tries to shoot you a smile again, but it did little to aid your concerns.
“Just, let me take a look at it? Maybe I can help-“ You start, a little frustrated at his stubbornness.
“But I don’t need help! I can take care of it myself! I just- I just stubbed my toe. I’ll be fine!” You sigh, giving him a weird look, but deciding not to push it.
“…why were you beefing with the fence post anyway…did it kill your grandma?” You joke, hoping to fix the awkward air that had somehow come between the two of you. It’s weird, you’d never felt awkward talking with him before.
Instead of responding, Jimmy just turned towards his half finished building. And stood there. After a while he finally spoke. “Listen I’m, kinda busy right now. Maybe you can come back another time?” …Alright that’s it-
“Ok Jimmy, what is up with you? I came here to see your build, which looks less finished than when I saw it days ago may I add, and instead I see you kicking a fence post, getting defensive when I try to help, and now you don’t even laugh at my Trolls joke? …ok maybe it's an old meme but still-“ You chuckle, still kind of hoping he’d just turn around and start acting normal again. You’ve never seen him act like this before.
All he did was stand there…and as the silence grew longer you couldn’t help but start to get worried. “Gosh…I really am useless.” He finally says.
You almost roll your eyes, “Your not useless Jim-“
“Yes- yes I am!” He says it so firmly you freeze. You’ve never heard him raise his voice like that before.
“I can’t build, I can’t fight, I can’t even be the guy who smiles all the time! I’m- I’m basically worthl-“ He stops himself. “…and I don’t know why I’m telling you this- I’m sorry.“ You're so surprised by his words you don’t even know what to say. “I didn’t mean to yell. It’s just-“ He takes his hat off of his head and grips it in his hands. “It’s so stupid- I’m so stupid. It shouldn’t be this hard for me to just-“ His grip on the hat tightens.
“…Jimmy, you are not worthless. You don’t have to smile all the time to be the brightest ray of sunshine I know. You could probably make me see the silver lining of getting stabbed for god's sake-“ You almost laugh at your own words, hoping it would get through to him. “You are worthy of love and friends and respect. And I’m sorry I don’t tell you that enough.” You walk up to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He slowly spins around, but doesn’t meet your eyes.
“I’m just being a baby-”
“No, no you're not. It’s ok to- to feel bad sometimes.” You interrupt gently before he can insult himself again.
“Why- why do you even care?” His voice wavers, and now you can see the tears streaming out of his eyes.
“Because I love you…you idiot.” Jimmy freezes, and even you are a little surprised at your own words, but it’s true. “People care about you- I care about you! I don't care that you can’t build giant castles or fight dragons, or that you get mad or sad sometimes-“ Your rambling a bit, trying to recover from the bombshell you just dropped. Jimmy was just staring at you, eyes wide.
“…you…love me? Like…love, love me?!” He says slowly, not really paying attention to anything else you said after.
“I- this is probably not the best time to just- but, yea. I really do.” You can’t help but look down as you admit it, and when you look back up at him he’s crying all over again. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“
He steps forward and wraps you in a hug, sobbing into your shoulder. You hug him back, rubbing his back and giving him some words of encouragement. Slowly his sobs get quieter, and eventually he pulls away from the hug.
“Um…” He sniffs. “I know I probably look like a mess right now-“
“Just a little.” You tease gently, wiping a stray tear off of his face.
“Right- but um…I love you too. Just so you know.” He avoids your eyes as he says it, then looks directly into them, gauging your reaction, as if to ensure this wasn’t all a joke.
“Like…?” You start.
“Yea…like that.” He gently bumps his forehead against yours, his regular confident smile returning to his face. “I cannot believe you fell for my Sheriff rizz.” You laugh, shaking your head.
“Don’t- don’t say rizz-” You try to suppress a giggle, pretending to be upset. “Great, now you ruined the moment.”
His bravado instantly drops, “Wait. No wait I didn’t mean to-” You shut him up by yanking his neckerchief and planting a kiss on his cheek. “To…to…” His face slowly reddens as his brain catches up to his speeding heart.
“Fixed it.” You say simply, chuckling softly as your Sheriff still reboots. “I think I’m the one with the rizz~” You laugh.
“Yea, no I see how that ruins the moment.” You laugh even harder at his reaction, and he can’t help but join in. After a few moments, you end up gazing into his bright hazel eyes.
“You know you can always talk to me when you're feeling upset.” You say seriously, taking one of his hands with both of your own. “Don’t just…no one should be alone when they're feeling like that.”
“...I know…You're right, as always.” He smiles appreciatively, grabbing one of your hands with his free one. You both stand there, swaying your interlocked hands gently back and forth, just enjoying the other's company.
“You know, when you're feeling up to it, why don’t I help you finish this…” You look over the half finished building, realizing you had no idea what it was actually supposed to be.
“Barn. It’s – ” he sighs, as if even bringing it up makes him feel tired all over again, “ – ‘supposed to be a barn.”
“Barn! Right, and we could even ask Joel to help.” His eyes widen.
“No! You can’t tell him- Oh my god I’d never hear the end of it!” You laugh at the urgency in his voice.
“Ok! Ok. It’ll just be me. I’ll help you…” You let go of his hands and instead interlock your fingers behind his neck. “It’ll be our little secret.” He gazes into your eyes with a look only comparable to a lovesick puppy.
“Gosh I really wanna kiss you right now-” He lets out with a whisper, and then it’s your turn to get a little flustered.
“Well…then kiss me cowboy.” You lean in and he meets you halfway, and the kiss is just as sweet as the blonde Sheriff you share it with.
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Powered By Redstone (And Love)
Pairing: C! Tangotek x reader, C!Solidarity Gaming x Reader, C! Tangotek x C!Solidarity Gaming
Summary: In which you dive into a death game and find love within it (And how to make fire-resistant shirts)
Genre: Fluff, pure heart-melting tooth-rotting fluff
Words: 3.4k
Extra notes: This was based off of @lunarcrown's comic!!! Go check them out they are amazing and fuel my rancher duo needs <3 Also I looped 'Golden Hour' by JVKE while I wrote most of this so If you want ot listen to that while you read, feel free too!
Content warnings (If any): None
"Y/n!" Grian exclaimed. He was on his knees trying to beg you to join his new server and you sat declining
'Double Life' he called it
It was a death game, everyone knew that and even if your home server was FAR from nice, you at least had more than three lives to live.
"Grian, if I join, then the number will be uneven. Do you have another person to make it even?" You asked softly and brought Grian from off the ground
"Well yes, but they haven't answered yet." Grian said, "They should answer before it starts though!"
You let out a sigh and said "Fine. I'll Join."
"Yes!" Grian said under his breath "I promise you won't regret it! You'll love it! There are thrills, guts, and glory!"
"I'm sure it will be wonderful. Maybe I'll meet a life partner there. Who knows?" You entertained the avian but somewhere deep inside you actually hoped your words come true
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When the time came, you quickly walked out of your home server, it was mainly dead anyway but there were rumors that there would be an activity minimum for it, and into the new server. It was there where you were met with everyone else and you began to count
15...
There were 15 people on the server including you.
"Y/n!" Grian smiled and walked to you "You're the last one on!"
"You said there wouldn't be an uneven number!" Y/n said and grabbed the avian by his shoulders and shook him
"Mum- bo- could- n't- Jo- in-" Grian said as you shook him and soon escaped your grasps with a breath of relief
"It'll be fine, Y/n." Scott came up to you "All it means is that the code will match one of us to an already existing couple."
You lean into him with a pout and say "I hope I'm at least paired with you. I know literally no one else except for you and Grian."
"You need to meet some new people." Scott said, "I mean, I see a pretty canary staring straight at you."
When Scott said that he dragged your eyes from his to another man. One who flushed a bright red once he realized he was caught looking at you and you held back a coo. With beautiful chocolate brown eyes shining in the sun, golden hair and wings fluttering and being ruffled with the wind, and the gorgeous flush across his face, you murmured
"I wouldn't mind being paired with that cutie."
"Our resident canary in a coal mine." Scott murmured "Jimmy's got this weird thing where he's the first out every season. Maybe you can change that."
"I don't know. I think he's fine just the way he is. I mean I'm here for a good time not a long time." You winked at the cyan-haired male
Soon their attention was directed to grian who explained what was going on and what would be happening and the group split their separate ways.
Hours later, you were very grateful you came back to spawn to scope out some places to live because one minute you were walking under the spawn trees, and then next there was a sharp pain in your right side, ringing, and then it stopped.
<Tango> was blown up by a creeper
<Y/ndoesthings> died
<SolidarityGaming> died
When you opened your eyes, you were in a tree and there was a shrill voice going "WHAT HAPPENED TANGO?!" and a dull pain rushed into your ankle, someone must have jumped down from their tree
"Is Everyone okay?" You asked and saw both tango and Jimmy
"Oh! Hi! Hi- I'm so sorry!" He cried out and placed his face in his hands to hide
"Take me through it, What- What's happened there?" Jimmy asked
"There was some caving and then there might have been about seven zombies and a spider and- You're being butted!" Tango said, still atop one of the many trees at spawn.
Jimmy was the one that jumped down and was currently holding his stomach from being headbutted by a stay goat. Tango jumped down and You followed his lead. Once you were down from your tree you went up to each of the boys and asked
"Is everyone okay?"
The two nodded in response and you used both of your hands to cup one of their cheeks, which is a touch they melted into. Once you let go, they continued with their conversation and You went to grab your things, which were thankfully only like 10 feet away. Once you came back, tango was apologizing again and Jimmy is pacing around.
"All right, let's go meet up in a bit, I need to go grab my stuff before it despawns!" He said
"I don't even know where I was!" Tango realized "I just lost everything, yeah- I have no idea where I was."
"You two go and try to get your things back. If anything, come back here and I'll have extra supplies for you guys." Y/n spoke up and placed a gentle hand on both of their shoulders "I snagged a bunch of iron so don't worry for now. just try and grab your things."
But your words were barely heard as the boys panicked and laughed. After a minute, Jimmy and Tango decided to head up on a tree for a better leverage point to look. You followed the two boys as they talked and made what they needed for a hiding spot in case they die again.
Once they did that (and tango placed a stick in to claim it), Jimmy went his separate way and left Y/n and Tango together.
"How are you feeling?" You asked softly
"Guilty," Tango admitted and his shoulders slumped "this was the worst way to meet me- to meet us."
"Maybe," You hummed gently and picked a stray Daisy and gave it to the man, the piping hot blaze rods burning brighter as Tango took it and flushed a pink "But we didn't have to find each other by running around like headless chickens and while we might be yellows now, I don't think I'd rather be yellow with anyone else."
Tango made a flustered noise and You could help but find it so endearing. This man, who was at least a good two feet taller than you, was burning bright red, golden hair flickering as if it were going to burst into flames and smoke coming off his back.
Actually, now that you looked at him you noticed he wore a tight-fitting black crop top (that did wonders for his lean figure hubba hubba-) that had dipped down into a point to connect and clip onto his black cargo pants with cuffs around his wrists and the top of his bicep but the ones around his wrists were loose and had short chains dangling from them.
When you finally looked at his face, Ruby red eyes glittered with amusement and an open mouth smirked and showed off sharp canine teeth.
"Like what you see?" He grinned and you swatted at him
"Yeah, you look fine as hell," you winked and he laughed
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Hours later, Jimmy came back with nothing and a disappointed face only to find out you had a chest full of items for him ready and to see that you and Tango were suited up in Iron gear.
"What-" He said and You saw his shoulders sag "How-"
"Check the chest Jimmy," You said and watched as he opened it
Sunlight beamed onto his face, blinding him for a second.
"My bad, probably a bad idea to face the opening of the chest to face where the sun is shining. It was supposed to be for dramatic effect though." Tango said and turned the chest away from the sun and spilled all the goods inside. Iron armor, a diamond pickaxe and sword, food, and small trinkets the two had piled up for Jimmy fell from the chest.
"is- Is all this for me?" he asked softly and knelt to the ground and grabbed the sword with a shakey touch and his eyes shone with unshed tears "Why- You didn't have-"
"We wanted to. It's not much but we hope you enjoy it." You smiled and kneeled in front of him "Most of it I already had in my inventory so..."
"Y/n actually put the whole chest together," Tango pointed out with a satisfied smirk, and watched as a bashful flush spread across their cheeks and to their ears "They thought of the idea and organized everything. I just added in two things you might've liked."
"Would it be too early in our relationship to kiss you two?" Jimmy asked, eyes glittering like topaz with the sun shining its golden rays on his already sunkissed skin
"I wouldn't think so," You smiled and cupped his face with both of your hands to pull him into a gentle kiss, electricity burning through you when your lips brushed against his, Tango coming up beside you to steal Jimmy away for another soft kiss to his lips and to press a chaste one against yours.
Jimmy tasted like bubblegum and Tango tasted like cinnamon.
You just found your two new favorite flavors.
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A day or so later, the home you and Tango had been constructed and Jimmy had brought in cows and some other essential things needed.
The three of you deemed yourself, The Ranchers.
A silly nickname but you can't bring yourself to protest as Jimmy and Tango have their hearts set on making a monopoly on getting some farm animals and how can you say no to your Ruby and Topaz?
Your precious jewels... Oh how you love them so.
As the three of you took a break though, Jimmy asked about Tango's choice of shirt wear.
He wore crop tops like there weren't any left in the world
And there wasn't anything wrong with it, in fact, both Jimmy and You had admitted to the man that you loved the fact that he showed off his lean and slender frame and his tummy in general.
Although, there were multiple times where Jimmy has been extremely flustered at the sight of Tango.
Once, When tango was doing his redstone while you and Jimmy were watching, the blaze hybrid has asked for a comparator and while You were drooling over him, Jimmy grabbed a bucket and attempted to give it to the man.
"Jimmy," Tango said as he perched his red goggles on his head "That's a bucket."
With those words, The avian flushed a bright red and placed the bucket upside down on his head, and bolted having You and Tango run after him laughing and attempting to calm him down.
He was wearing his favorite shirt then, just like he was now.
"Powered by Redstone"
That had to be one of Tango's favorite phrases, especially when he's planning out his next masterpiece for his other dimension.
At least he thinks.
He doesn't quite remember, no one does. He says it's blurry and that he knows he was working on some huge build that needs a lot of redstone and attention but he can't quite remember what. He barely remembers friendships and relationships from people except those that are in this game right now.
The game was fun like that. it gives you an almost entirely blank slate, but it keeps important things and fears near your heart.
But you never would have thought you'd find love in a death game.
Sure it had only been a few days and it may be the red string of fate connecting you two but it felt so real and You know you would do this a thousand times over if you'd be able to feel like this again in your home server.
"yeah- Actually this shirt was once full length," Tango broke through your daze and you focus on him, He's gripping the bottom of his 'Powered by Redstone" crop, and a blaze rod is hovering over his shoulder when He says "But sometimes by blaze rods catch stuff and-"
And The shirt was up in flames before fluttering to the floor, a pile of ashes that was once his favorite shirt.
"AWWW MAN!" Tango whined as Jimmy looked away, face flushed the same shade as Tango's eyes and You oogled at the bare chest of Tango with a satisfied hum
But as much as you liked the show, You knew you'd have to talk with Jimmy later about this situation. Tango was already making a pout and sad noises escaped his lips. You couldn't bare to see the blaze hybrid like that.
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Hours later, in the dead of night, You whispered to the Avian in his ear "Jimmy? My Darling Topaz? Are you up?"
"Yes, my Love?" Jimmy groaned quietly and suddenly you were thankful, the both of them insisted you lay in the middle of your shared bed and that Tango sleeps like the dead "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine Topaz, I just wanted to ask if you wanted to do something for our Ruby. I feel bad that he lost his favorite shirt." You whisper and pull him close enough so that your lips brush the shell of his ear. A shiver ran down his back and he nodded.
"We could recreate his shirt again," Jimmy said and began to press soft kisses to your face "This time with a more durable fabric?"
"That works," You hummed and cupped his face to press a soft kiss to his lips "We can talk more about it in the morning. I love you My amazing Topaz."
"And I love you, My precious diamond." He whispered into your mouth, never stopping his gentle kisses and you couldn't help but melt into his touch
The next day, You awoke to Jimmy and Tango holding you tightly and you sighed with contentment, how you wish you could stay here all day, but the gods of old had other plans.
So you squirmed out of their arms, both shifting to hold each other and the pillow between them as if you were still there. You smiled and went to the kitchen to make a simple breakfast. Snagging some eggs from the chickens you guys are hoarding and carving some bacon off the carcass of a pig you slaughtered this morning, you made some bacon and egg and cut up some day-old bread for toast.
Jimmy was the first one up of the boys and watched as Y/n plated the breakfast as he leaned against the doorway, arms crossed over his bare chest, a soft smile gracing his lips.
"Good morning Topaz," You hummed and smiled at him before placing his plate on the table "Go eat, I'll wake up our ruby."
"You are the best," he said and pressed a kiss to your cheek "We can talk more about the shirt after breakfast when Tango goes out?"
"Alright," You smiled and placed a gentle hand on his chest before pressing a kiss to his lips "Enjoy."
You walked past him after he kissed back and went to wake up Tango.
"My lovely Ruby," You whisper in his ear as you crawl on top of him to sit on his waist "Time to wake up Tango, I made breakfast."
Tango groaned softly as his eyes fluttered open. Twin red jewels stared back into your eyes as a smile graced Tango's lips and he pulled you down to smother you in kisses, laughs bubbled from your chest as you playfully fought from his grip.
After a few seconds when he calmed down to just kisses, you heard his stomach rumble and he laughed.
"I think that's my cue to eat the breakfast you made," He said and swung his legs over the edge of the bed to get off "Come, Topaz is waiting."
"He's only waiting because you pulled me in to smother me!" You playfully whine out and allow him to drag you off the bed you share
After breakfast, Tango cleaned up the kitchen and Jimmy lit the fireplace. Y/n pulled Jimmy to dance with her while Tango cleaned and listened to their hushed giggles, They swayed in the warmth of their home, Jimmy humming into your ear as the sun dawned upon their home and the rooster crowed. Out of the corner of your eyes, you saw Tango watching from the kitchen with a gentle smile as he dried his hands and you beckoned him over. He and Jimmy switched spots and you swayed with Tango who whispered sweet words into your ears and eventually dragged Jimmy into the swaying, The three of you holding each other and talking softly. At least until Tango had to leave the house and You and Jimmy were left to your own devices.
"Okay," Y/n murmured and caught Jimmy's attention, "I know where to find and how to get fire resistance clothing. Only thing is, I don't know how to sew words."
"I can do that part," Jimmy said "It should be just like weaving a nest. Plus, my mom taught me how before I left her home."
"Perfect," You grinned at him "You are so great Jimmy."
A wobbly smile spread across his face as he flushed and covered his face with his hands. "You're too nice to me." He groaned softly which elicited a laugh from you
"No such thing as ever too nice. Now, let's get Tango's present together." You smile and hold out your hand to him
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Hours later, Tango came home calling out to the two who sat in the living room that he was going to take a shower and then probably nap. You and Jimmy sat on a rocking chair, you on Jimmy's lap reading and Jimmy rocking the chair, humming and peacefully stretching the words 'Powered by Redstone' into the shirt.
"Hey, Jimmy!" Tango's voice called out but the two were in their own world "Do you know where-"
Tango trailed off as he peeked into the living room and almost melted at the sight of his two lovers sitting together, his gems...
His home
A soft gasp snapped Tango out of his stupor and bring his gaze back to his partners. You were clutching something to your chest and using your body to hide it while jimmy tried to cover you and himself with his wings while exclaiming "Wait no! Wait! Don't look! It's not done!"
"Aww," Tango cooed and stepped closer to you and Jimmy "What is it?"
With a deep sigh, Jimmy unfurled his wings and showed you. You held out the shirt with a bashful expression while Jimmy explained "You were so sad after your favorite shirt got destroyed. So we thought we'd make you a new one."
Tango looked taken aback and turned red and you and jimmy immediately panicked.
"Oh god, you hate it!" You frowned and fiddled with your hands "I'm sorry, this was my idea and it was such a bad-"
"I don't know why I thought-" Jimmy cut himself off as he pouted and began to cover himself with his wings, an embarrassed blush spreading across his cheeks "I'm not even that good-"
This time Taango cut off Jimmy by lifting you up and kissing you... hard. Hard enough that you were dazed and had to stumble to another couch. Tango pulled Jimmy up by the collar of his shirt and kissed him with the same passion he kissed you with. Now that you were less dazed, you saw smoke rising from Tango's back in curls that looked like hearts and his red flush was still there and Jimmy's wings were flapping like crazy once he realized what was happening.
When he pulled away from Jimmy, He kept the avian close, his left arm wrapping around Jimmy's waist. "Come here Y/n," Tango whispered and you obliged
When you came close enough, he pulled you closer and wrapped his free arm around your waist, and pressed another kiss to your lips. You melted into his touch and leaned your forehead into the crook of his neck while he whispered
"I love it. It means so much to me that you two did this." He pressed a gentle kiss to yours and Jimmy's foreheads before continuing "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you."
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now taht i know you're requests are open, could you maybe write a solidarity x reader from empires 2 where the hermits visit tumble town and reader hears about it, goes to say hi and they're like kind of 'close' with one of th hermits (doesnt matter who) and then jimmy gets a little jealous and then theres just fluff :) (if you'd be okay with it, feel free to change otherwise) <3
Yes ofc! I love the idea! Thank you! Sorry it took so long to post. I going through something personal, and then I just ended up going inactive. But here you go!
You're ridiculous (solidarity x gn!reader)
You knocked at the door of your neighbor from tumble town Jimmy. You had come over for some gunpowder as his shop is empty as always what a shocker. The door opened and he smiled.
"Well howdy partner what brings you here to Tumble Town?"
"Well I came here for gunpowder but a certain someone," You put heavy emphasis on certain someone, "doesnt keep his shop stocked full." You looked at the sheriff unamused.
His face became a light shade of pink in embarrassment that he was called out for his shop never being stocked by you. "I'm sorry, we can fly over to Joey's farm and I'll provide you some gunpowder."
You chuckled softly. "Hey I'm only messing with you but let's go." Were your plans before you heard a rumble of some sorts. "What was that?" You turned and looked at the sheriff who shrugged in return.
"I have no idea. It was probably no big deal." He shrugged it off. As you both continued with your already made plans to get gunpowder.
On the flight back you grabbed some gunpowder and helped Jimmy restock his shop. "In all seriousness, keep your shop stocked for Joel's sake."
He rolled his eyes at you. "Dont speak of that little wannabe God's name in my empire." To which you just rolled your eyes in turn.
"Joel, Joel, Joel." You giggled seeing Jimmy get all riled up was such a fun thing to do.
"You called?" Joel flew down being followed by a mysterious figure that you didn't recognize.
Jimmy let out a distressed yell. "Y/N! Look at what you've started! Now HES here in MY EMPIRE and he's gonna start something."
"Well Jimmy what a toy way to introduce our new guest." Joel rolls his eyes and the figure behind him goes to introduce himself, but before he could you tackled him in a hug.
"Scar! Oh it's been forever since I saw you last. What are you doing here? How are the others?" You threw questions at your old hermitcraft buddy for explanation you joined hermitcraft for season 6 and the start of 7 but got busy and ended up leaving and joining empires.
Scar chuckled slightly pushing you off of him. "Well, first off. Hello Y/N it's a pleasure to see you again. I dont know how I got here, see I walked through a portal with Grian and the others, and the others are great, they're around somewhere."
"I'll have to look around for them, see I was here in tumble town for some gunpowder, then I had to go on a quest because SOMEONE, not to name names or anything, never has their shop stocked." You explained to Scar. "Ooh! You'll have to let me show you around to the places Joel hasn't shown you yet!"
"Oh! Is that Y/N?" A familiar voice said walking into view. You looked up and saw Grian.
"Oh, hi G!" You waved at him.
Jimmy glared at Grian. "YOU??!?!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"
Grian smiled and walked over towering over Jimmy menacingly. "Guess you'll never escape me Timmy. I'm always here, every smp you'll never be safe."
"Well that doesn't matter," he pulled you away from Scar. "As Y/N likes me better than you, which is why they chose to stay on empires!"
"Hey! I never said that!" You gave a stern look to the sheriff. "I just haven't had the time to talk to X about rejoining. It has nothing to do with me liking you guys better than the hermits."
Jimmy blushed in embarrassment as he let go of you. "You can't say things like that Jim!"
"I'm gonna go show Scar around and catch up with him because he asked me to. Then I have all the time to spend with you." You smiled and flicked Jimmy's nose. Before heading off with Scar which caused Jimmy to have a sad pang of jealousy in his heart.
Scar and Y/N caught up after not having talked to him in such a long time. They ended up running into some of the hermits and caught up with them. It started to get late so they waved bye to their friends and flew back to Tumble Town.
They walked into the room to see Jimmy pouting. "You know, you're incredibly ridiculous right?" Y/N shook their head as they went over and wrapped their arms around Jimmy pulling him into a hug. Jimmy hugged back. He didn't say anything to Y/N so they just sighed and ended up cuddling the night away. "You know you'll always be my favorite Sheriff Jimmy Solidarity." You smiled kissing his cheek
He blushed "Yeah, I know, and you'll always be my favorite deputy, Y/N L/N."
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Family reunions
Prompt: Sneaking out, you accidentally run into your apparent uncle.
Pairing: Parental!LDShadowLady x Reader, Parental!SmallishBeans x Reader, Platonic!SolidarityGaming x Reader
Warnings: None!
Word Count: 518
A/N: WOOEOEOE i’m back!! i hope this is an alright apology gift for being suuper mia, but i sincerely hope to write more.
also, thank you guys for 100 followers!! once i catch up a bit on my requests i’ll put out my 100 followers event, keep an eye out for that!
this is my 69th post btw, thought i’d mention that
To you, the salty ocean breeze was something you quite enjoyed. You knew land dwellers often complained about it, however you never understood why. A lot of them also complained about the sand sticking between their toes. That also didn’t make sense to you, you thought as you ran around the beach while playing with the turtles that had come from the Ocean Empire.
A baby turtle dove into the sew, looking behind them to make sure you were coming. You hesitated. Father had told you not to swim off anywhere, even if your mother never seemed to mind. Not wanting to upset your new friend, you dove in after him. It took you a bit to adjust to breathing through your gills, though you quickly followed him.
It took you past all kinds of coral and rocks, swimming to the surface and climbing onto a small beach as you reached land again. You took a bit longer, still adjusting to quickly switching between land and sea, and vice versa. Taking a big gulp of oxygen, you shakily stood back up on your feet and stared at the buildings in front of you in surprise. You weren’t supposed to leave your parents their empires, but they wouldn’t be back until later. What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, right?
Thanking the little turtle, it swam away as you waved it off and you entered the empire with nothing short of childlike wonder. You were amazed at all the freshwater elements and said aquatic hybrids roaming the street. As an axolotl you felt kind of out of place, yet the villagers all seemed so polite to you. Walking around the marketplace, some fish-shaped cakes caught your eye. In case you did get caught, maybe this would make them less mad?
Exchanging gold with the stall owner, you thanked him a bunch and made your way to the town square. It looked absolutely gorgeous! However, you paused as you saw someone standing there in royal attire along with a cod head. That was an interesting figure.. Was he the ruler of this empire? Carefully making your way over, you cleared your throat. “Excuse me? Are you the emperor of this land?” He paused his conversation, turning to look at you.
“That would be me!” He grinned down at you, “You are from the Ocean Empire, correct?” You simply nodded in response to his question, watching as he turned back to the people he was talking to in excitement. “Lizzie, didn’t you tell me it was rare for your people to travel on land, let alone children?” .. What?
Awkwardly turning around, you shrunk into yourself slightly as you were met with the icy stares of both of your parents. After a few seconds, you sheepishly handed them the box of treats you got them. “I got you guys cake?” The Ocean Queen stared at you for another second before sighing and looking back up at the Codfather. “Jimmy, this is our kid.”
The silence seemed to stretch on for minutes, though it was probably just a few seconds. “I’m an UNCLE?”
#beehachu#bee’s writing#mcyt x reader#x reader#x reader fanfic#empires smp x reader#ldshadowlady x reader#smallishbeans x reader#solidaritygaming x reader#solidarity x reader#platonic x reader
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#🫡 in solidarity for all my hoes with so many promises#writer#fic writer#fic woes#x reader#stranger things#bridgerton#shadow and bone#sherlock#eddie munson x reader#aleksander morozova x reader#steve harrington x reader
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“You know you have a type right?”
“What I know is that you’re full of shit”
“Seriously you’re gonna look at them and tell me you don’t”
Bakugou looks over to you where you’ve stuck a bottle of water between your tits, just because you were curious if you could you said, and letting Kirishima drink from it with a straw.
.… shit, he did have a type, cute and a little dumb
“Oh fuck off!”
“Hey it’s not my fault you’re dating a himbo and a bimbo! You’re the one with a type!”
#bnha bakugou#mha bakugou#bnha kirishima#mha kirishima#kiribaku x reader#bimbo 🤝 himbo solidarity#pretty petra
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pairing: fushiguro toji & reader / side pairing stsg x reader
an installment to the exposure therapy au
warnings/tags: mentions of sex work/escorting, gambling, don't read if weird teacher/student dynamics squick you nothing is meant to be romantic and toji is a shitty teacher
word count: ~4.7k
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“So,” Toji says, eyeing your lone figure in the classroom with a raised eyebrow. “Just you today huh.”
You look up from your book at him, and then your gaze circles the empty room, the three unoccupied desks next to yours make the room feel emptier, bigger. Sorry to disappoint, you think. He’s not the only one. “Just me,” you reply plainly.
Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko aren’t here. The three of them are in Fukuoka. Before they left, Satoru had boasted about a certain famous shrine dedicated to Sugawara no Michizane belonging to his family. Suguru had slammed his closed fist down on his head with a roll of his eyes, dragging Satoru away by the hair, leaving you with a smile and a promise to return promptly. Don’t go anywhere, okay? We’ll be back soon.
When a sleek black car had pulled up to the base of the school, Shoko had reluctantly disentangled herself from your side, complaining about unnecessary appearances.
That had been four days ago.
You heard of a brewing storm in the area. You hope the three of them are staying warm and out of the rain. You hadn’t even expected Toji to drop in on class today. He seems to call out at the mildest inconveniences. The other day he had cited not wanting to see Satoru’s face as a legitimate reason to skip on his duties as a teacher. He’s the worst teacher you’ve ever had.
You close your book. “What’s on the agenda today?”
“Hell if I know,” he shrugs. “Got any ideas?”
You stare at him.
“Forget I asked,” he scoffs. “Right,” one foot is already out the door, “I’m out.”
He stops, back turned to you. Then he sighs wearily, as if you’ve somehow exhausted him.
You are promptly plucked out of your seat, Toji's fingers curled around the back of your collar. When you look at him inquiringly, he simply says: “Field trip.”
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Your eyes water as you enter the pachinko parlor. You are greeted by the omnipresent acrid scent of smoke clinging to the yellowing walls and ceiling. You blink away the tears stinging at your eyes, and quickly follow Toji through the large room, passing by multiple seated older men, eyes glued to the bright machines in front of them. All you can hear are the sound of balls clacking and levers being pushed. From what you can gather, nobody has won today. It slightly amazes you how Toji thinks he’ll be the exception.
You follow his dark, foreboding figure to the back of the room, to the very end of the row, where there are only three other men. Only one spares you a glance. There are eyes all over the ceiling, scuttling about. Curses, you note, traces of all the ill will that’s gathered.
There’s a wooden stool. He barely gestures at it before saying, “Sit.”
Toji gets comfortable in front of a large flashing machine, and proceeds to pull out his wallet.
You’re aware gambling is a vice. It’s not really any of your business what your teacher decides to do in his spare time. It’s not as if Megumi and Tsumiki aren’t being taken care of. If this is what Toji would prefer to do over buying the kids new school supplies then…
All that work into keeping Megumi only to gamble his time and money away.
It would be one thing if it was entertaining but…
He’s losing.
Badly. You never expected it to be like this. How awful. If it were you, your dignity could only take so much.
You think it takes a special kind of resilience to be a gambler, but more importantly it takes luck.
You rise from your seat to take a closer look. Not a single metal ball has reached the prize slot no matter how he tries to align his timing with the press of the lever.
You glance at Toji, face alight with a fierce concentration, jaw tight. You sigh.
“You’re losing.”
“Shaddup.”
You sigh again, turn around and seat yourself back on the stool. You open your book. You told Suguru you’d try to finish it by the time he returned.
Someone is hovering. You can see a man out of the corner of your eye. You look up at him, a skinny balding middle aged man in a worn suit, tie loose around his neck, and he nearly flinches. You can hear the plink plink plink of money being lost in front of you.
“Is something the matter?” you ask politely. You figure if anything he’ll ask you for your ID. Without the jacket of your school uniform, you can usually pass off any suspicions of being a student. You aren’t an adult, but you aren’t a child anymore either. You’re of age.
He hesitantly takes a step closer. “How much?”
There are thin, wire glasses on the bridge of his nose. You can see the perspiration building on his forehead. You tilt your head.
Anxious energy radiates off of him. His gaze is fixated on your chest. “Just for the night,” he says quickly. “One night.”
Understanding quickly dawns on you. “I’m sorry,” you start apologetically. “You seem to be mistaken. I’m not an escort.” The man blinks. You continue. “In fact, if you’re looking for one, you might want to look at the man right there.”
You wonder if Toji is into men. If it even matters. Customers are customers. Money is money, and something tells you he isn’t picky.
That elicits an indelicate snort from the aforementioned man. So he is listening.
The man looks dissuaded for a minute, before pressing forward once more. “I can pay,” he says breathily, inching closer to you. His eyes dart to your slightly spread thighs before going unfocused.
Now, just how should you handle this?
You could take his hand, momentarily stop him in his tracks. You’d be gone before he gained consciousness once more. But you’re technically not allowed to use your cursed technique on civilians, and you don’t like doing it either, despite Satoru’s protests about the underutilization of your technique.
A shadow looms above you.
“You bothering my girl?”
You involuntarily shudder at the statement, but the man pales, looking up at Toji fearfully as if he descended from the parted heavens.
“Y-Y-Yours—”
“Mine." Lips peel back, revealing bared teeth in a mockery of a smile. “Fuck off degenerate. Or you’ll be seeing my fist next.”
The man scrambles backwards, almost tripping on his feet. He gives you one last look before you watch him disappear through the rows of metal machines. You look back at Toji, gaze dropping to his empty hand.
“Wow. You didn’t win a single thing.” You think that in itself is a special skill.
An irritated look crosses his face. Green eyes flash. “Damn things are rigged,” he seethes. “ All of ‘em.”
Just as he finishes that statement, shouts fill the front of the room along with shrill celebratory noises. You look at him. His face grows cloudy. You hop off the stool. “I was wondering how long it’d take you to give up.”
He changes the topic. “You look fine for someone who was just solicited.”
You shrug. “Nothing would’ve happened.”
Toji begins to trudge to the exit. A walk of shame. “He looked like he was gonna haul you off to the nearest love hotel.”
“I’ve never been to a love hotel." You had told Satoru and Suguru of your interest to see the interior of one once. They had both fallen quiet for the rest of the walk home. “But it’s not exactly the kind of place you go to alone.”
He shakes his head. “You’re a full time job, you know that?”
You look at him curiously as you step outside. Your lungs are glad to trade the smoke-laden air for fresh air.
“It’s a shame he didn’t solicit you instead,” you remark as the two of you start on a journey to the nearest convenience store. You’d like a drink. Maybe if you’re in a lenient mood you’ll buy Toji one too. “I’m sure you could’ve shown him a better time than me.”
“Dunno about that.” He gives you a scrutinizing once over. “A virgin like you? Hot commodity. ‘Sides,” he smirks. “I’m expensive.”
An unmarked virgin maybe. But any man would recoil from the scars that mark your body. All the assignments from before Shoko. And if not that, then the disfigurement of your side gifted to you from the man right next to you.
“That explains how you can afford to lose so much money.”
Unexpectedly, he takes you in good humor. “You’re a mean little thing when you want to be,” he says. “The mouth on you.”
You blink. Nobody has ever called you mean. Not to your face anyway. You think about it. Maybe this is what Satoru used to dislike about you, back when you hadn’t cared about how he perceived you. All you knew back then was that you said all the wrong things. Now you eagerly await text messages from Shoko. You like it when Satoru smiles, when he flashes you a grin so bright that you can’t help but smile back. You like the soft crease of Suguru’s gaze when he regards you. You like it so much that you can’t sometimes can’t breathe. You’re a different person now. Sometimes, you need to remind yourself of it.
Inside the convenience store, you select black tea for yourself and a coffee for Toji. You walk outside to him chewing on a pork bun and you hand him the drink. It’s a brand you’ve seen him drink before. He stares at the black label. You don’t expect a thank you.
“Tsumiki is starting middle school soon,” you say, staring out into space. “She could use some new school supplies.” Along that line of thinking, Megumi could use a new randoseru.
He’s silent. You’d buy her some yourself, but you think it’d be more meaningful coming from the man who is technically her step-father. She’d be delighted even, you think, and Megumi for as aloof as he tries to be, can only be so distant when it comes to his beloved sister. There have been too many mistakes, too many burned bridges, but this could be a step in the right direction. You don’t think he sleeps at home.
The two of you enjoy the quiet. You finish your drink, and then stand. You’re in a familiar area of the city, and there’s someone you’ve been meaning to see.
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“You’re late,” Marie scolds, hand on her hip. You close your eyes at the scent of plum blossoms wafting from her skin. “Think of me as one of your clients. Be punctual!”
“This one’s fault,” Toji grunts out. His knuckles dig into the side of your head with enough force to tip you over, and your eyes snap open immediately. If you were a lesser person, you’d be on the ground. You frown, your head sore. “Found her hoverin’ over some damn stick in the park.”
It would have made an excellent walking stick. You clutch your shopping bag to your chest. “Satoru and Suguru never complain…”
That’s a lie. Satoru has resorted to either holding your hand or staying attached to you at all times to make sure you don’t wander like some bodyguard. Suguru too. You don’t know why. You’d rather just find them later to save them the trouble of finding you.
“Make your boyfriends wait, not me.”
You make a face. He should’ve just left you. Despite that, you hang your head apologetically. It is your fault. You had become distracted multiple times along the way, and a specific distraction had culminated in the shopping bag in your hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize Fushiguro-sensei made plans to be here by a certain time. It was my fault.”
“Damn right.”
He’s a sore loser, you think. You may have said it out loud because his gaze slides to you, mouth opening with what you think is a nasty reply.
Marie shoots him a sharp look. “Now, now Toji. A man like you knows better than to run his mouth like that.”
“Off the clock,” he replies before stepping forward. A throng of women gather around him, cooing and ah’ing, hands skirting over his arms and chest. A man like him has no need to pay for a woman, so you gather they’d sleep with him willingly for free. And from the looks of it, he has a plethora of choices. You hope they aren’t expecting more. Like money. You think many women have been reduced to tears by the man.
Marie clicks her tongue, and a collective sigh sounds the air before the crowd disperses to their actual clients, leaving just one lucky woman who pulls him towards the back of the room, towards the more private area.
“They pulled sticks earlier.” Marie looks amused. “It’s not often Toji comes around for anything other than drinks.”
You smile. “He likes your company. You shouldn’t discount that.”
Her eyes are fond as they look at you. Her fingers brush the hair away from your face. “What a man like that is doing around a sweet girl like you is beyond me.” She sighs, shaking her head. “He’ll corrupt you.”
It’s not that bad, you want to say. Not as long as you hold no expectations about the person he is. The only thing you’ll hold him to is being a father. But other than that you’ve found that you seem to feel a certain kinship with miserable people and your teacher is one of the more miserable people you’ve ever met.
That’s when you see them. A group of girls hovering behind Marie. They span from what looks like your age to a little older, and they seem to be waiting.
“Honestly,” Marie turns to them. “What have I said about standing around the front?”
The girl in the very front pouts, glossy bottom lip jutted out. “But Marie, you said they’d be here! Those two hot guys. I want the black haired one, he was charming!”
“Then I’ll take the one white haired one. Those sunglasses…”
“No, I want that one!”
“I’ll take them both!”
“As if they’d be interested. You’re practically made of plastic!”
“What did you say—”
“GIRLS!”
They reluctantly settle.
“Toji’s students are they?” Another girl asks, voice breathy.
“Not like that,” Marie says chidingly. “Those two respectable high school boys wouldn’t come to a place like this if they didn’t have to,” Marie glances at you. “And I never said they’d be here. You girls and your selective hearing give me a headache!”
“We’re graduating this year,” you say. You don’t think it matters. Jujutsu High is a year longer than regular civilian high schools. Nobody in your class is underage anymore. “I’ll be sure to pass them your way after. But—”
The girls squeal. Marie winces. You’re surrounded at once, the surrounding clash of perfume making you go lightheaded. Someone’s large endowed chest is pressing against your back, and both your arms. Someone is tightly clutching your hand. Everyone is speaking. Their names, their phone numbers, their availability. Not a single girl has listed her rates. You want to tell them that they should because Satoru and Suguru have money to spend. Special grades make a salary far beyond anything normal jujutsu sorcerers do, and that was coming from someone who considered their own pay more than comfortable.
You suddenly understand every single man in the host club more than you ever had before. You, too, would pay for the experience of a beautiful woman looking at you like the only person in the world.
Your face is hot. You’ve never been surrounded by so many beautiful women in your life. Satoru and Suguru and even Toji regularly experience this? You think that’s unfair.
“GIRLS!”
“Satoru and Suguru are in Fukuouka right now,” you say apologetically. Shoko too, you think. But that’s something you’d like to keep to yourself, lest you lose her to another prettier girl.
The girls sigh a collective “awwwww.”
You are reluctantly let go of, on unsteady feet. Marie looks downright annoyed. “I should put you all out for the night! Stop bothering the poor girl, and get back to work!” She barks.
The girls slink away, casting you pleading looks. You smile. Something flutters to the ground. You pick it up. It’s a business card with a number written on the back. Someone had stuffed it into the sleeve of your shirt. You discreetly slide it into your shopping bag. You’ll give it to Satoru and Suguru later. Satoru, when he inevitably complains about how you hadn’t bought him a gift.
And then you feel something more in your shirt.
“Those girls,” Marie scowls as she straightens your shirt and hair with all the vigor of a mother cat grooming her kitten. You almost close your eyes. “The new ones go crazy for a pretty face. They’ll learn soon enough.”
You follow Marie to the bar, unable to help your curiosity as you glance at all the men being entertained on love seats. You recognize some faces from the women that had surrounded Toji, but instead of the excited air that had prompted a frenzy around Toji, everything now is strictly professional.
The life of a jujutsu sorcerer is hard, but in a way you envision anything else. If you ever became a hostess or an escort, you’d fail. People like Toji and the girls can do things you could never do.
Marie pours you a drink as you take a seat. It smells sweet. “I’m sorry about that,” she sighs. “How have things been?”
“Good,” you reply truthfully. Unexpectedly so. You’re visiting Riko next month and you are carefully readying souvenirs to take to her. No deaths (as of now). Suguru and Satoru are happy. Shoko is preparing for medical school. Things are unusually good. You pause. “I was solicited by a man.”
“Oh dear,” Marie closes her eyes. “Now just where has that man been taking you?”
“Just the pachinko parlor.” And the race tracks, but that’s a story for another time.
“Not that seedy place!”
“It wasn’t that bad,” you say. For you. “But I don’t think Fushiguro-sensei has a single yen to his name right now.” In other words: you really hope the woman currently with him isn’t expecting anything other than a good time.
“Oh,” Marie groans. “Born under an unlucky star, that one. He just doesn’t learn.”
“I’ve never seen anyone so unlucky,” you reply gravely, sipping at your plum wine. “I am curious though. I wish Fushiguro-sensei hadn’t scared him off so early. I’ve been wondering about how much he would’ve paid.”
Toji slides into the seat next to you. There’s lipstick on his chin and smudges of it on his neck. “A cheapskate lookin’ guy like that? He would’ve shorted ya. Consider yourself lucky I was there.”
You frown once again. “Nothing would’ve happened.”
He eyes you dubiously. “With you? Who knows.”
You don’t have a reply for that. He’s right.
Marie hums, cleaning a cocktail glass. “That was quick,” she says to Toji. “Done already?”
He waves a blithe hand, not responding. You also look at him.
“Oh dear,” she says in mock concern. The corners of her lips are fighting not to tilt into a smile. “Old age getting to you?”
He narrows his eyes playfully. “Why don’t you find out?”
You eagerly take a long swig of your drink.
Marie straightens, not in the least ruffled, gazing down at him with the countenance of a regal queen. “Things have changed since we first met, Toji. You couldn’t afford five minutes of my time.”
You nod.
Toji grins, and it looks devastatingly charming. “No discount for little ole’ me?”
“You bastard,” a derisive snort. “I’d make you pay more. You’ve never paid for a girl in your life.”
It doesn’t dissuade him. “You know I’d make it worth your time.”
“All this with another woman’s lipstick on your face,” she leans over and lightly pats Toji’s cheek in a vaguely warm, yet condescending manner. She turns to you. “Never let a smooth talker into your bed.”
“You know I do a lot more than talk, Marie.”
Marie rolls her eyes. “Toji, dear. Shut up.” She smiles. “I want to hear about those boys of yours.”
It takes you until Toji snorts to realize she’s talking about Satoru and Suguru.
“They’re fine,” you say. Maybe she’s angling for their wallets. It’s an endeavor you wholeheartedly support.
She imperceptibly leans forward. “Is that all?”
“No girlfriends if that’s what you’re wondering,” you report. You’re sure the two of them will make her money.
Speaking of Satoru, Suguru and Shoko. You take your phone out of your pocket and stare at it. No text messages. It’s been like this for the last four days. They must be busy. You’re not upset by it.
Just…
Maybe a little lonely.
“Thank you for inviting me out today,” you tell Toji. Well. More or less he had dragged you out of your seat under the guise of a field trip. But you’re still glad nonetheless. You enjoyed it. The school is too big without your best friends, and Nanami and Haibara were out on a joint assignment this morning. You don’t know what you would’ve done by yourself. You don’t like to be alone with your thoughts. “It was very educational.”
An eyebrow quirks upwards. “Was it now.”
You look at him. “Yes. I’m never betting on pachinko.”
He clicks his tongue sullenly. Marie exhales a wheeze of laughter.
Then he reaches over to pluck your phone out of your hand. After a second, he tosses it back at you.
Your phone is alight as text messages fill your entire screen. You stare at it, wide eyed as texts start piling in, the latest from Satoru, Shoko, Suguru, or all three.
satoru
[13:04] respond
[13:04] respond
[13:04] respond
[13:04] respond
[13:04] respond
[13:04] respond
[13:06] what r u doing
[13:06] answer
[13:06] answer
[13:06] answer
[13:07] answer
[13:07] answer
[13:07] answer
[13:07] IT’S BEEN 4 DAYS
[13:09] are you mad at me
[13:10] fine
[13:10] don’t reply.
[13:15] hello
[13:20] hello
[13:20] hello
[13:20] hello
[14:05] WHAT FIELD TRIP ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW
shoko
[8:43] your phone is on silent isn’t it
[8:45] see u soon
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suguru
[12:04] yaga said you were on a field trip with fushiguro-sensei
[12:04] can you tell me where you are?
[12:05] nowhere dangerous right?
[12:06] are you still with him? what kind of field trip are you on?
[12:06] this is inexcusable. you shouldn’t be on an unsanctioned field trip just the two of you.
[12:07] are you back at the school?
[12:07] you don’t need to be there. just leave him.
[12:07] please don’t do anything you would normally do
“Your phone was on silent,” Toji says flatly, if not a bit amused. “How old are you again?”
You’re too eagerly engrossed in reading your text messages that you don’t respond. Marie and Toji share a look.
“I don’t know…” you trail off, ungluing your eyes from your screen. Too many texts. You don’t even know how to begin to respond. So you don’t.
A memory suddenly hits you. Before the three of them left you had been at a cafe with Satoru. While you had been in the midst of typing out Shoko a heartfelt response Satoru had snatched your phone out of your hands, clicked around with it, and slipped it into his pocket.
After then you had subsequently received no text messages. So he had put your phone on silent. You resolve to learn that setting as soon as you go home.
suguru
[17:54] we’re coming back. i’ll see you at the school.
You excitedly stand, waving the text in Toji’s face. “They’re coming back!” You exclaim. “I’m going to meet them.” You quickly bow to them. “Don’t bother coming back early,” you tell Toji. Then you rush out.
—
You nearly run into Shoko’s open arms, burying your face into her shoulder. She smells like dewy grass. Back inside Satoru’s room in jujustu tech, the four of you are together. It feels as if they never left.
“Welcome back,” you say breathlessly. “How was Fukuouka?”
“Wet,” she says, making a face. “How was your field trip?”
“Interesting. I think Fushiguro-sensei is the unluckiest man in the world.”
“Well, I don’t doubt that,” she replies. “I bought you souvenirs.”
“Me too,” you blurt out. Your face warms. “Well not a souvenir, really.” You give her the shopping bag in your hand. “I saw it and thought that…” that it’d look perfect on her, “that maybe you could wear it to the next festival…?”
Before she can unravel your impromptu gift, an airy voice cuts through.
“So the two of us are chopped liver now, are we Suguru?”
“It seems that way, Satoru.”
“How awful,” Satoru sniffs. “After all the trouble we went through to get here early.”
“It was an ordeal, wasn’t it?” Suguru’s smile turns a hint menacing. Your fingers go sweaty. “I’m more interested in this ‘educational field trip. ’”
“It was educational,” your rebuttal is weak.
“Is that right,” Suguru hums. “I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.”
You look at Shoko helplessly. She shrugs.
Satoru frowns, rounding on you. “I can’t believe you! Not a single text the entire time we were gone! Just what were you two doing anyway? Confess!”
“You’re the one that put my phone on silent,” you reply. “I didn’t even know. I thought the three of you were too busy to update me.”
Satoru opens his mouth. You can see the moment he realizes you’re right. His mouth closes.
Suguru rolls his eyes. Shoko shakes her head. The two of them promptly slap the back of his head, earning a yelp from the white-haired boy.
“Besides, I haven’t forgotten about you two,” you say, thinking about the cards. Satoru perks up at the prospect of a gift. He’s surprisingly easy to handle at times. Like a child. It’s not bad, you think. Not at all. You smile, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a stack of cards.
“For you two.”
They momentarily glance at each other before taking the cards.
“Wait,” you pat down the sides of your body. “Ah—” three cards tucked into the waistband of your skirt that you hadn’t noticed before “—here you go.”
They stare down at the cards in their hands in silence.
"...Thank you," Suguru says, ever polite, voice strained.
You beam. “Your welcome. The two of you should go with Fushiguro-sensei next week." The two of them wear matching grimaces. "The girls really want to see you again." You look at Satoru. "Even you Satoru!"
"Hah!? What is that supposed to mean!?"
You're sure the prospect of being surrounded by beautiful women will make them more amenable to the idea. Shoko is laughing.
“Wait right here,” Shoko says quickly, getting up from the floor. A quick squeeze of your arm. “I’m getting your souvenirs.”
You turn back to them. “Was Fukouka fun?”
“...The same as always,” is Satoru’s somewhat peeved response as he throws you a box of mentaiko flavored chips. “Annoying old geezers nearing the grave. We skipped the onsen.”
The fact that Suguru doesn’t even correct Satoru on his words says enough.
“Oh. You shouldn’t have.” It would’ve been a nice way to end their trip. You plop a chip into your mouth. It’s too salty for Satoru’s tastes, but you enjoy it just fine.
Suguru smiles. His fingers are playing with the edges of your hair, lightly tugging. “Next time, we’ll all go together.”
“That would be fun. I’d like that.” You go quiet for a few seconds. “I missed you two.”
Satoru puffs up. “Tell me more.”
“I was a little lonely without everyone. I think that’s why Fushiguro-sensei took me out on a fieldtrip today.”
In other words: he was being oddly considerate. In his own way.
Satoru deflates, pouting. You don’t notice, lost in your thoughts.
“Satoru, Suguru.” The two of them look at you. “If I were an escort, how much would you pay for a night with me?”
The two of them go silent.
#toji n ripmc are petty4petty badchildhood4badchildhood solidarity fr#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#m.jjk#et au
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Will never understand the use or appeal of character ai
like genuine question... can you not just imagine that?
like within your mind's eye?
In terms of aphantasia I can understand, but aphantasia effects external material too, like not being able to visualize fanfiction or ai writing either. As they completely lack a minds eye with any kind of literature.
So like, that aside - can you genuinely not imagine it yourself?
Is it that difficult? To just sit there and imagine it?
Why must you resort to a machine in order to do that?
They can say comforting words-
Okay, but can you imagine them saying comforting words without the assistance of an AI? Yes? So - What's the problem?
Why take advantage of systems you know infringe on and endanger many people and careers, when you can literally just sit there and do nothing and get the same experience
By imagining it.
Imagining things and daydreaming deliberately is not a bad thing or inferior to works feed to you. In fact, they can have even more of an impact as they are personalized to you.
If your imagination or creativity is not strong enough and you are aware of that - even more reason to actively try to strengthen it.
Imagination of nonexistent scenarios contribute directly to the ability of forethought and critical thinking. The more you go out of your way to imagine things, the more you'll see possibilities and solutions in real life you wouldn't have before.
The more you are able to visualize things without assistance, you become more able to practice compassion and empathy.
Because you don't need to be shown/live something directly to understand or put yourself in said situation.
Ones imagination is a very vital thing, not just to ones creativity - but to their wellbeing, critical thinking, and memory.
You are better off just imagining it, truly.
Instead of restoring to the convenient option of using technologies that you know can harm people IN THE NOW.
Like - yes, you wanna hear Hobie say 'I love you'. - Close your eyes and imagine it bro.
Free and you can do it anywhere. As far as we know we're the only mammals on Earth capable of this gift.
You don't need to use AI character voices that are actively putting voice actors out of their jobs.
You DON'T NEED character ai chat bots that write fanfic for you when writers are STILL STRIKING because large studios want to use the SAME technology you're using for the SAME purpose.
The more you interact with these bots and technology, the smarter and more advanced they become. They learn with every interaction. The more you use them, the more dangerous they become.
I work in the film industry. We're still lights out, and it's getting worse.
JUST IMAGINE IT.
This post may sound preachy, but just try it once. Turn off everything and go somewhere and find the perfect song and sit there and do nothing but imagine the character. Complete focus on your fantasy.
IT'S FUN
For the sake of screenwriters and fanfic writers and voice actors and fan artists and everything else
JUST IMAGINE IT.
#IT'S REALLY REALLY FUN I PROMISE#AND DOING NOTHING LITERALLY HELPS THE CAUSE IN THIS CASE#this post SCREAMS maladaptive daydreaming but who cares#hobie brown#hobie brown x reader#Hobie brown x you#hobie brown x y/n#writers strike#character ai#characterai#wga strike#wga solidarity#maladaptive daydreaming#madd#immersive daydreaming
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*Rottmnt Raph just caught Y/N and April heavily making out*
Raph: Guys, you don’t have to worry. Your secret is safe with me. To even it out, I’m going to tell you ALL OF MY SECRETS.
Y/N: Raph-
April: that’s not neces-
Raph: I once forgot to brush my teeth for 5 weeks.
Raph: I didn’t actually sell Donnie's Turtle shell, I just forgot where I parked it.
Raph: I don’t know what's the prize for the Lair games and at this point I’m too afraid to ask.
Raph: When they say 2% milk I don’t know what the other 98% is.
Raph: When I was a baby my head was so big I'm pretty sure Donnie did experiments on me.
Raph: I once threw Dad's cake and milk at mikey's and then he attacked him for it.
Y/N:
April: well. that’ll do.
#tmnt x reader#rottmnt x reader#we pledge the wlw solidarity flag in this house#tmnt april#rottmnt april#rottmnt headcanons#tmnt headcannons#giulia writes
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stealing the hashira's haori part 2
| ft. tengen, mitsuri, obanai, gyomei
a/n: back by popular demand ! this one is def more haori *inspired* than haori driven lmao
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Tengen
three incredibly talented wives and the most handsome doting husband on the face of the earth?
god plays favorites
you’re hardly bored in such a loving crowd, but splitting your attention four ways can really take it out of you!
sometimes you just gotta
flee
makio’s the horniest woman alive
suma always wants to show you a pretty rock
tengen always wants to dress you up
and hina bless her heart, can only play mom for so long without a date night before she starts contemplating manslaughter
now that the four of them are retired, they act out around each other even more
and on this particular day you make sure to wake up just a bit earlier than everyone else
you have a mission
low level, on the other side of the prefecture
and as bad as it sounds, it’ll be so nice to get away from home for a while
where you won't have to worry about doing enough laundry to clothe the entire country
or about who gets to be the little spoon
or even, as guilty as it makes you feel, about that tiny tinge of jealousy you stuff down when your spouses stave off their boredom by fighting for each other’s attention
all you gotta do is creep out of your shared bedroom without tripping over anyone’s futon and you’re free for the weekend
you ease suma off your chest and tuck her back in by the dawn light peaking through the curtains
she’s a sleep farter
she’ll cover your escape
hina grumbles when you sneak past her pillow, floorboards creaking
you wade through the satin chaos that is your husband’s bedding
careful of makio’s hair peeking out from under a flamboyant purple sheet
across the hallway, down the stairs, and through the kitchen, your packed bag is waiting right where you hid it
it feels nice to tie your leg wraps and button up your uniform without also having to beat your worried lovers off with a stick
although it doesn’t quite feel right to leave without saying goodbye
you fasten the ribbon hina wove you for your wedding day around your wrist
you secure makio’s good-luck hair pin behind your ear
and drop suma’s favorite rock in your pocket
she carved ‘fuck them demons’ into it
the morning breeze drifts through the open windows and just when you think you can’t possibly miss them all already
the smell of Tengen’s spring haori, the one hung up on the porch wafts over to you
of course he wears enough perfume to drown out the flowers
adjusting the nichirin swords on your back you step out onto the veranda and nestle your face into the cloth
it’s soft against your cheeks
wet with dew
“Baby, no need to resort to dirty laundry,”
christ
“the real thing’s always in arm’s reach.”
your eyes heft open
“Uzui Tengen, i could smell you from the other side of the country”
your husband stands in the kitchen behind you, arms crossed and grinning
topless
and generally broad
he moves forward before you can come up with a good excuse for perving around his clothes
“you had to rob us on top of running away?”
“i’m not running away Ten”
“is this because i like being the little spoon?”
“tengen–”
“no need to go start a new family about it”
Tengen unhooks the haori from the line and leans down close to wrap it around your shoulders
he’s right
he smells nicer than any spring flowers
“mission?” he murmurs
he rests a hand on your head once the the haori is snug over your uniform and smooths down your bedhair
“yeah”
“nervous?”
“not yet”
he gives one of the nichirin swords on your back a strong flick and the metallic sound rings satisfyingly through the courtyard
“i gave you these swords to protect yourself so c–”
“you gave me these swords because i have 100% of the hands required to wield them”
“–so come back safe you little shit”
he tilts your head up by your chin and kisses your forehead
“you’re doubting the sound hashira?” you chide
every movement you make in his clothes wafts the sweet smell of him around you
he smiles when you remind him of your title
he smiles at the thought of throwing you an obnoxious homecoming party
he smiles when he realizes he’s never getting that haori back
he kisses you again quickly, lips and tongue to taste you, and slaps your ass just hard enough to knock you off the porch
Mitsuri
the end of a long day at your girlfriend’s house always means one thing
bath time baby
the kanroji estate is luxury darling
and Mitsuri is never too busy to longue in the tub with you before bed
so where is she?
honey drips off the bread you toasted for her
“…she promised..” you grumble to yourself and sink low into the water
a berry rolls lazily off of its tea plate and splashes a dollop of cream onto the floor
Mitsuri swore she’d be back from her mission tonight
was she hurt?
oh lord did she faint?
she’s a fainter– what if she saw a line of baby ducks?
oh god, what if she heard a baby’s first laugh?
she’d be out for at least the next twelve hours
she could be unconscious in the street in godknows what kind of pastryless shithole!
your eyes widen
is she dying of starvation?
out in a field like some wild animal waiting to be picked apart by vultures!
the village she was sent to couldn’t possibly be wealthy enough to feed her the 6000 calories she needs twice a day
you should have known! you should have packed her more food!
the bath was beginning to feel like a coffin
you melt dramatically out of the tub and pace in front of the bathroom door, back and forth and back and forth
you’d assemble the pillars immediately
Mitsuri’s simple white haori hangs limply beside the mirror where she left it days ago
too hot for haori, she’d said before kissing you goodbye, groggy and still in bed
tears well up in your eyes
the damn thing smells like strawberries
“Oi, trophy wife! get the fuck out here”
an angry voice disrupts your search&rescue planning and startles every bird from the cherry trees outside
Sanemi
perfect
you could lecture him about being quieter later the bees cant make honey under duress; now is the time for action
you inhale your girlfriend’s sweet smell one more time and wrap yourself up in the haori to answer the call from the front of the house
you stride from the bath through the halls, past the rows of stretching tsugukos in the calisthenics room great job everyone and burst into the foyer with the slap of a sliding door
“perfect timing Shinazugawa!”
“you’re fucking naked!”
Sanemi shields his eyes in the entryway and Giyuu stands cooly beside him
both a little bloody, eyes sagging with lack of sleep from a mission
“I have a message for Kanroji from Master Ubuyashiki. Where is she?” Giyuu is calm
you are not
“I was hoping you’d know!”
“Is she not back yet?”
“Where the fuck is she?!” Sanemi wails
every time Sanemi meets the Love Pillar’s prized possession he remembers why he hates you both so much
“rally the troops, men!” you pluck Giyuu’s ancient crow from his shoulder and toss it out the window, “alert master Himejima first!”
“do NOT–!” Sanemi snatches the crow back inside by its little foot
giyuu was struggling to remember why they came at all
something about a mission report…
“Master Ubuyashiki is looking for me?”
all three heads turn around to the front door, surprise, desperation, and hatred
at Mitsuri
pink cheeks in the sunset and two arms stuffed full of bento
“boys! you beat me back? I thought for sure I’d–”
“you stopped for dinner?!” Sanemi screeches
but Mitsuri didn’t freeze because of Shinazugawa’s screams
the bento clatter to the pavement stones
rolled egg dashed across the walkway
her eyes have locked on target
you.
“Mitsuri my love!” you squawk
Giyuu tugs Sanemi cautiously back by the sleeve
and she barrels inside
the woman is airborne from the time she crosses the threshold of her house to the moment she launches into you
“BABY!!!”
you’re forced stumbling backwards from the weight of her and she crushes you messily against the nearest wall
Sanemi gags
“so– so cute for me y/n! only a haori?! my haori?! what, is it my birthday?” Mitsuri cooes and and runs her hands up the sides of your legs until she hits your hips and your very short hem
“i love seeing you in my clothes”
Giyuu rests his head against the doorframe, puzzled
Sanemi, overcome with loyalty for Ubuyashiki, quietly asks his crow to pluck out his eyes instead of abandoning the mission
a tsuguko weedles out of the side room and ushers the two male hashira to the front door
blessedly, before Mitsuri tries to drizzle you in honey right there in the vestibule
“we will try a different day” Giyuu determines as the door is closed in his face
“i'll take my own life before coming back here”
Obanai
“Iguro! Very bold today!” Rengoku beams from the clearing where he and Mitsuri are beating a few tsuguko to a pulp
Obanai ignores him
6am and already in an absolutely foul mood
“yeah dude, finally feelin’ a little flashy?” Tengen teases behind a hot cup of tea on the veranda
not even dawn tempers the insufferability of his teammates
“leave me be peacock”
auxiliary training day
one of the few days a year the pillars gather without the oversight of Ubuyashiki
and honestly just an excuse to take out pent up exhaustion on tsuguko just strong enough not to die
and get totally trashed
liquor has been barred from all extracurricular hashira activities after Mitsuri broke a few noses last year– none of them her own.
“Iguro, my friend, w–”
“--Good morning Himejima,” he interrupts, impatient, and generally sour.
Obanai only just arrived on the scene
why in the world is everyone trying to talk to him?
he strides as quickly as he can manage to the equipment building to gather training supplies and get this day over with
get back to you
he wished you were–
why weren’t you–
right
you’d fought this morning
he still couldn’t quite understand how it started but it got loud enough to unsettle the crows outside
you’d wanted to come with him so badly
to see everyone all together for the first time in so long
why didn’t you?
everything about this morning was stupid and so anger inducing
Shinobu stands with Sanemi a little ways off the the two of them eye him clearly across the clearing
what the fuck does everyone want from him–
“No haori this morning?”
Obanai startles uncharacteristically when Muichiro’s voice tumbles down from above
the boy is napping in a tree
“Everyone is thinking ‘he’s half naked’ if that’s what you’re wondering.”
!!!
he left in such an angry rush he forgot his haori!
and–
“Obanai,” Giyuu yawns and approaches the supply shed, “No snake today? Has he finally died?”
–Kaburamaru!
—
you have *not* forgotten why you fought with your husband this morning
jerk
“there’s no need for you to be there.” Iguro said in bed when you held him close and whispered how excited you were to see everyone
“Huh? Do you not want me to come?”
“I don’t care either way.”
and thus the brawl began
you were looking forward to this weekend for so long!
rousing stories to celebrate another year with no hashira casualties
Shinobu’s absolutely darksided drinking games
to catch up with the uzui wives while your husbands fought each other to the death
what you really wanted was to live in Iguro’s world, just for a few days
standing tall beside him not too tall now watching him practice this part of his life he keeps so separate from you
and Iguro had the nerve to be indifferent to your company!
thirty minutes after leaving you alone (at your request) to sink into your anger
Obanai bursts through the door to your room at the inn, very nearly out of breath
“My haori! is Kabu– Y/n?”
He’s frozen in the doorway at the sight of you dripping tears, and what appears to be.. strangling the neck of his haori?
Kaburamaru is coiled gently around your shoulders
those tears must emit some kind of pheromone because snake be damned, Obanai can’t even remember what he came back here for now that you so obviously need help
..or the fact that he’s probably the reason
“Darling, are you hurt?” he kneels close to you and wipes at your cheeks with both hands
if Kaburamaru could roll his eyes..
“get off Iguro”
“I will not”
he wipes some more, all thumbs and gentle fingers
you throw his haori angrily over his head and scrunch back against the edge of the futon
fresh out of big loud fighting energy
“go on then you have your haori, go train without me”
“i don’t want to be without you”
sweet soft asshole
"you came back for Kabu not me."
"you...asked me to leave you alone?"
it becomes apparent quickly that this is not the right response
“I would like you to come with me always” he continues earnestly
“well i never would have guessed”
“Y/n I just don’t want you to have to spend time with my idiot teammates”
“I like them!”
“I only said I didn’t care if you came because i want you to be happy!”
“That doesn’t make any sense!”
just fight or fuck, Kaburamaru is surely thinking
“If you want to go I am happy, if you want to stay I am happy! It doesn’t matter which one you chose because I am happy when you’re happy!”
“I want you to be excited to bring me!”
“I’m not excited to go!”
the ridiculousness of this prolonged argument gets to you, and you can’t not crack a smile in the sudden quiet
Iguro visibly relaxes and leans his head against the wall beside you
“I’m..I’m being dramatic, I’m sorry Iguro”
Kaburamaru stretches across your lap to resituate himself around your husband’s chest
“no Y/n, I’m sorry”
you roll your sleepy eyes at him and hold his bandaged face in two hands,
“i always want you to be with me” he murmurs, “even when i’m on missions– even times like that when it’s selfish. you’re brilliant. your presence makes everything tolerable”
“don’t forget you called me a moron earlier”
“Y/n, you called me a ‘huge dickwad fuckhead’ so I–”
“and i was right!”
“in my defense,” he smiles now too, you can always see it in his eyes, “i actually said that you were 'acting like my moron teammates'”
“a terrible defense!”
–
An hour passes before the two of you finally trekk back up to the traininggrouds
you’re met with a chorus of
“Y/n!”s and “It’s wonderful to see you!"s
the uzuis beat you here thank god
all enjoying breakfast in the shade of the veranda
although Makio is the quickest to remind Iguro why he hates the entire Uzui family so goddamn much
“Obanai, you leave to get your spouse and come back with more clothes on than when you left??”
“Something went wrong in transit my friend!” Tengen sneers and high fives his wife
Gyomei
you were always a fragile tsuguko
no offense
but this just doesn’t feel like your line of work
“a cold?” Genya huffs when you drag your fucking corpse out of the river
“you seriously have a cold?”
you’re as irate as you can manage
“you don’t?!”
“it’s july”
“we’re training in a waterfall”
“It 106° out”
“i’m not cold, i have a cold you fucking oaf”
three days of mountain training with only the stone hashira and his new tsuguko– a child might you add
was going to suck the life force out of you
unless the leeches on this godforsaken mountain beat them to it
you shudder and crawl to your belongings laid out safely on stones beside the riverbed
it started as as a tickle in the back of your throat at dawn, and by noon the tickle turned into a raging headache and so much mucus
camp is a just a few feet away, but you doubt you can manage the walk
sore from the inside out and probably barely breathing
Genya crouches beside your body splayed out on the river rocks
“i’m not carrying you”
he perfected the role of little brother the very second Gyomei added him to the team
“then let me die in peace”
“don’t die until the Master comes back” he smiles and walks back into the river to finish his assignment for the afternoon
you roll onto your back, cold and wet, to look for something to at least start drying off with
your clean uniform top radiates warmth on a large stone in front of you while your wet undershirt clings to your chest
maybe it’ll sap the warmth from your body fast enough to counteract the fever?
a fever in 100° weather
jeez, how many times had you been this embarrassed?
your things and Genya’s, look like piles of trash compared to your Master’s carefully folded uniform and heavy flail
Himejima stripped down to his hakama this morning and left his belongings with your’s before going to push a boulder up a mountain or some other impossible feat
save a family of deer from a fire
build a village for orphans
cure cancer
whatever he did on his training days
huge, shirtless, and blind
handsome
just out there terrorizing the forest until dinner
you lean against the biggest rock you can find, careful to stay close to the river in case Gyomei returns or Genya starts drowning or something
apparently being Gyomei’s tsuguko also means being Sanemi’s unpaid aupair
but the Shinazugawas are the last thing on your mind the very second you lay eyes on your saving grace
Gyomei’s happi
you can feel every sickly sore muscle in your arm as you pull it off it’s warm rock and into your damp lap
you won’t die today!
you’ll dry off on the shore and join Genya once your energy returns
before your master even knows anything has happened
you might not be cut out for demon slaying, but you have the brains of a criminal mastermind
you wrap the length of the green jacket around your body and feel absorbed by its size
its warm smell
like incense
Gyomei always smells like sage
you chuckle a little at the Namu Abida Butsu embroidered on the inner hem and draw your knees to your chest
thank you buddha indeed
by the time your master returns, the sun has set enough to light a fire at camp without roasting anyone’s skin off in the summer heat
Genya is still situated under the rush of the waterfall nearby and Gyomei realizes a day spent swimming in refreshing waters might not be the soul crushing training he thought it was
so where are you?
he wanders towards the riverbed to get dressed and call his tsuguko back to the campsite for dinner
Genya will know where–
where..
..you are
you’re here
he’s almost stepped on you
“Y/n.”
his voice is deep and rumbling but it doesn’t reach you
you’re curled up inside his happi beside the equipment rock
close enough to the water that the river’s tide licks your hair every time it rolls close
“training is not over.” he scolds and kneels to tug you out of the damp
“you’ll get sick like this”
but he feels the heat of your body through his clothes before his hand even touches your shoulder
You manage a quiet “Hime..ji..mm…” when the scent of sage grows stronger in the water around you
“Y/n? Oh– oh no.”
If you were awake you’d probably pass away from the thought of your master scooping you up in a damp bundle in his arms
Gyomei ushers Genya back with a wave of his hand instead of bellowing across the river while you slump hot against his chest
breathing feebly into the crook of his neck
gently enough to make the skin of his back prickle in waves
enough to replace every ounce of frustration in his heart with worry
if you were awake you’d probably slap yourself for even imagining what Gyomei’s breathing sounded like this close to his lips
or how the soft skin of his palms felt smoothing cool cloths against your cheeks
it’s exactly because you aren’t awake that you reach for his hand when he feels your forehead for fever beside the campfire
it’s probably because you're not awake that he lets you
and wonders at just how much smaller your fingers are than his as the two of you cling together gently
for a second
just like this
you sick of training, and him sick with concern
<<< part 1
#tengen's had to be long bc ur married to so many goddamn uzuis#mitsuri's gf is absolutely as dramatic as rengoku#thats why she loves ya#sanegiyuu + mitsuri x gf is the opposite of mlm wlw solidarity#i love the idea of dumb soft! obanai x emotional partner#reminds me of his relationship with mitsuri a bit! just feels right#weridly enough#i really hc gyomei's soulmate as a zenitsu-like character#strong but a touch too dramatic#exhausted constantly#especially by genya lol#tengen x reader#mitsuri x reader#obanai x reader#gyomei x reader#sfw#kny
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HELLOOOO!!! 🌘 ANON HERE >:333
I was meant to re-send my oneshot request a few days ago but I forgot...
Anyways!
Could I request some esmpS2!Jimmy x gn!reader angst to fluff :3
Like, Jimmy getting bullied by the other empires and the reader finds him in a secluded area sobbing so they comfort him as much as they can
Jimmy ends up sleeping on the reader's lap and it's just adorable :DD (maybe even add someone finding them and just taking a picture, the next day they show it to the reader and tease them about it)
I deeply apologize if this doesn't make any sense TT
Don't overwork yourself and don't forget to take care of yourself aswell! <3
-🌘 anon
The Ruler Of The Taiga
hello again moony! <3 (fun fact I was originally going to make the reader a tropical biome ruler if you would like to see something like that tell me!)
jimmy!E2 x Gn!Reader (Reader is a fox or wolf hybrid but could also read as a dear reader)
𝑬𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔= 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔&𝑻𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔🥮🍡🍯
The ruler of the taiga, a biome filled with beauty of all sorts, foxes prance around, sweet berries grow along the paths and enchant structures and statues litter the flora grounds. the sound of grainy foot steps march across the lands as you walk with peace, your delicate crown lays atop your hair and the wailing wind makes your cape fly behind you.
a basket rests in you hands and swings as you continue on your way, your biomes berries, fruits, vegetation, and herbs all pile in you basket as the sun starts to fall, as the sky darkens the temperature drops as if the ghosts have come out to play.
because of your empire being well known as the lands of the folk the air is always quiet, the ground you stand on and rule is known for its stories over thousand's of years this place has been known for its magical and haunting aura.
your ears perk up at the sound of the wolfs and coyotes that help you protect your empire howls, hearing the call of the sharp creatures you head back to elk village. paces quicken wanting to reach your home, all the views of the forest pass you as you scower but a flash of color makes you stop in your tracks.
on the soft plush soft fern filled ground the sheriff of the mesa lies, his hands run through his gold hair and his body is tensed. "Jimmy?" you speak up you voice quiet and soft but very welcoming, looking up jimmy sees you staring down at his stressed figure and looks away a little embarrassed putting his hands over his face.
It only takes a few swift moments and you are now sitting beside him you can already see that he is stressed, his posture is weak, his eyes are tired and his hairs is all ruffled. "hey, are you ok?" you voice is gentle making sure he feels at least a little more comfortable.
soon after you talk he dimly responds in a strained voice "I'm fine". its quite obvious he was ether yelling, crying or tired. his body slowly fades in and out of conciseness "I'm sorry for being here Y/n I just needed to get away from things for a bit" he continues speaking voice breaking every few words.
"Hey don't be sorry, I can tell your not fine so you wanna tell me what's wrong?" you hum.
"im just tired of everyone ..."
" i know how hard it can be to deal with everyone, and i know that you know that your alot more then what they say you are"
Your head lays on the dirt of the hill behind you two and you rest an arm over you friend, "its hard when everyone is on you tail but why let the jokes and remarks decide how you feel, am i right?"
"thank you" jimmy looks up again as you lay back in the grass, small berries and wormwood spread out across the glade and jimmy slowly lays back with you, soaking in your presents.
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a smaller male bard walks through the dim taiga in hopes to find you but instead he finds a new sight Infront of him, Oli usually comes by for the wonderful trades you present him but I guess today he's out of luck cause right in front of the jester like man, you and the sheriff himself lay sleeping in peace as the sunrises over the horizon.
Oli snaps a photo of the two of you and laughs quietly with a smirky face.
"photo for a trade" he whispers thinking of the deals he could make with this new found piece of blackmail, as the sun almost reaches above the trees Oli skips away giddily.
A/n I’m sorry this took so long I’ve been working and some stuff has been going on but enough with the exudes I hope to finish the reast of my requests<3
#hermitcraft x reader#og mcyt#hermitcraft#empires smp#jimmy solidarity#x reader#3rd life#empires#empires s1#empires s2#mcyt#esmp#empiresblr#mcyt x reader#hermit x reader
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Hello bonjour!
I've been thinking something recently...
As a fellow Canadian (hey!) with some, uh, less than magnifique French language skills, I was wondering how you think our dear francophone Rook Hunt would behave around someone with "cereal box French" (that is, able to understand it, but cannot speak it)?
Would he speak the same amount of the language around you? Even more French? Would he offer to teach the language?
I'm curious as to what you think! :)
Bonjour! I too only have "cereal box French" about the same literacy as a third-grader. even though I have 8 years of classes under my belt, but that's the education system for ya. And also, yes, a fellow Canadian; always a pleasant surprise! But here are my thoughts!
Some of the French is what I remember plus a bit of Word Reference, and much to the dismay of every French teacher that I ever had, Google Translate to fill in the gaps.
Rook Hunt with a Reader Who Has "Cereal Box" French
Okay, so he would notice that, unlike the others, you seemed like you were following along with what he was saying. "Tu parles français, trickster?" He would ask, resting his chin on his hand, waiting for an answer.
"Un petit peu," you answered. "Honestly though, I can only read it. Speaking it? Well, it isn't great. I call it 'cereal box' French."
He would smile, "Well, reading is a start. And, if you want trickster, I could teach you."
If You Accept His Offer
He would be an amazing teacher and would go at your preferred pace. Having difficulty with that one phrase? He's patient and will help you. "Très bien! Bien travail, trickster! For that one word, I would recommend rolling the 'r' a bit more."
He would ask you if you wanted to improve your accent while speaking it, so it isn't a "baguette accent" as some would put it.
It would start small, such as asking, "Comment ça va?" and seeing how long you would be able to keep the conversation going. He would be proud if you just gave him a, "Ça va bien" or proceeded to say a bit more.
Would pass you notes just in français. "Lisez ceci plus tard, mon chou.~" You can decide whether or not you want to bring up him calling you his cabbage.
His use of French would increase as your skill does. Even though it may be fun that you understand what he's saying, he would much rather speak with you. It would be a nice change of pace since no one that he knows, outside of his own family of course, speaks the language. No, Rollo does not count.
Learning through cooking would also occur. Since you did, after all, call it 'cereal box' French. "Passe l'oeuf s'il te plait, trickster. Merci beaucoup!~"
If You Deny His Offer
He would still speak the same amount of French, but he won't push to teach you if you didn't want to. Maybe just a tad more, but not by much.
He would probably be a tad bit disappointed, but wouldn't show it. At least you know some of what he's saying, and that in itself is enough for him.
Would surprise you with some family recipes that were left in his care by his arrière grand-mère, seeing if you can understand the words by yourself before helping out if you have any difficulties.
Overall, I see Rook as being pleasantly surprised but also happy, regardless or not if the reader takes him up on his offer to teach them. But very relaxed on the subject, not pushing them if they didn't want to learn. Taking it at your own pace with a gentle hand. Also, you two would probably watch French soap operas and films, just saying.
And I'm so sorry if you, much like I did, had to sit through French class watching Téléfrançais. Also, I do love the Québécois Rook headcanon, but I do know it's very niche.
I hope that you enjoyed the little headcanons. Rook, please hold French classes for those of us who want to learn.
#twst#twisted wonderland#rook hunt#twst rook#rook hunt x reader#[I guess; but it works for platonic. familial. or romantic]#twst headcanons#rook hunt headcanons#I am so sorry if you had to endure Ananas#the pineapple still gives me nightmares over a decade later#rook please teach us french; I am begging you#also glad to see you again! thank you for requesting!#I see your 'cereal box' french with my 'kraft dinner' french; solidarity#reader; je suis un pomplamousse. rook; ... quoi?
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hiya I was wondering if you could Empires smp solidarity x f!reader?
Where the reader gets injured by a skeleton
AHHHHHH MY FIRST ASK, YES YES ILY /P. Also sorry I didn't make the reader female, I prefer to give them gender neutral pronouns so my content can be read by everyone :)
Warnings: Mention of injury
It's okay! I'm fine!
Solidarity x Reader
You hadn't even realized how late it was until you got out of the cave you were mining in and grumbled to yourself. Checking your inventory for a bed you saw that you didn't have one on you. "What idiot doesnt bring a bed with them when mining!" You grumbles to yourself and sighed putting your elytra on. You were quite a bit away from your base and the closest person around was Jimmy in his Mesa so you decided now was a good time as ever to stop by the sheriff's humble abode.
You had been flying when you reached the outside of Jimmy's empire. You smiled he had a nice empire building up. You realized that this was the first time you'd stopped by as you'd been busy setting up your own empire in the desert. You softly flew down and landed on the ground right outside his empire with a yawn. You walked down the path it was really dark and there were mobs everywhere but you sped walk. The faster you got there the quicker you could get to safety and bed. As you were walking you yelped in pain, a skeleton shot you in the shoulder. "Ouch!" You turned towards the skeleton and pulled out your sword attacking it while getting hit by another arrow in the leg by a different skeleton. You searched for your bow pulling it out and killing the skeletons after a few hits before ignoring the pain in your leg as you dashed towards the mesa.
By the time you got to the door of a specific sheriff you caught your breath your leg aching and both your leg and shoulder bleeding. You slowly knocked a few times feeling bad for waking the poor man. You stood there a few moments before the door opened with a confused Jimmy standing there.
"Whos knocking on my door in the middle of the night?" He yawned and looked at you. "Oh dear Joel! (Haha get it cus Joel's God i swear this needs to become an actual thing) Y/N you look horrible."
You chuckled sheepishly at the sheriff using your good arm to rub the back of your head. "Sorry to bother you so late Mr. Sheriff but I'm incredibly tired and your place was the closest nearby."
"Dont apologize! Come in, sit down let me get you some bandages for your shoulder!"
"Its okay Jimmy im fine really, it's nothing too terribly bad." You tried to calm the man in font of you down while sitting in the chair as it felt nice to stop standing on your leg. Jimmy dissapeared for a second before coming back with a first aid kit.
"Here let me pull the arrow out of your shoulder." He rolled your sleeve up and slowly and gently pulled the arrow out of your shoulder.
"Ow." You whined out As soon as the weapon was pulled out of you he put it on the table and put a bandage on it before wrapping it up. Him accidentally nudging your leg which caused another "Ow!" To slip from you.
"Oh Y/N! I'm so sorry I didn't even notice." He quickly finished wrapping up your shoulder before pulling the arrow out of your thigh and doing the same process. "I'm going to go get some of my spare clothes so you can change out of these bloody ones, and ill help you to my bed."
"Oh no Jimmy im fine! I can sleep on the couch, I don't need to sleep in your bed."
"Hey, it's okay I don't mind, you're injured."
You sighed as he helped you out of the chair and too his bed. "Thanks Jimmy."
"No problem, im the sheriff its my job to help people."
He helped you sit on the bed and grabbed some spare clothes out of his closet. "Here you go, ill be just down the hall if you need me at all just shout."
"Alrighty Mr. Sheriff."
He rolled his eyes at the little nickname before heading back to the living room to get settled on the couch.
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Gang Orca Headcanons
Request: Can I have King Orca with a Small husband S/O SFW and NSFW headcannons?
A/N: I went to the beach today and I think he'd have a lot of fun there and would love to swim with you on his back and that's on me being self-indulgent because i can't swim(❁´◡`❁)
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SFW:
It isn’t that he’s particularly shy about the relationship, but rather that Kugo isn’t one to want to boast about being in a relationship. Of course, he wants to show you off, to dress you in fancy clothes and take you to the banquets held for heroes, or take you to nice restaurants and bring you flowers for every outing, but he isn’t one for those big showcases. It all feels wrong for him, that it isn’t him. He takes you out and he holds your hand, but he can never seem to bring himself to kiss you in any sort of way- no kiss on the top of your head, or on your hand, or his snout pressed against your face. It’s something that he doesn’t want people to see. He has no qualms about you kissing him, in fact, he looks forward to feeling you lift his hand and kiss the back of it, or even reach up and cup his face with your hands.
On your dates, the hero likes to take you out- to have you enjoy whatever it is that you want. Whether it’s to go on a walk through the plaza or in the street lined with vendors he wants to see you enjoy yourself. When in public, it’s common to find him attached to you, hardly ever leaving your side and a part of him teases that it’s because you’d get lost in the sea of people, but really, he just likes to have you close to him, knowing that he can protect you. He wants you to rely on him in the way that he relies on you- he wants you to find comfort in him, to know that you can go to him whenever you need and that you don’t have to worry about getting a step ladder to reach the tallest shelf, because he’ll be there for you. He wants you to rely on him and he’d show that through his wealth and his commitment towards you, going out of his way to know that with him, you don’t have to worry about anything since he’d be there to catch you.
It may not seem like it, but he’s rather playful with others. His air of authority dissipates when around you, his grin wide and tone with a lilt at the ends of his words. It isn’t meant to be in mean spirits, but he does love to tease you about your height. He’ll cup your face in his hands, fingers splayed towards the back of your head as your cheeks squish together, commenting on how you’re so small, and why you’re like that with a little coo in his voice. He gives you all sorts of nicknames in private, a swell of pride in his chest when you respond to them and coo back your own nicknames for him. His hands often just find themselves resting on the crown of your head, covering you completely in a way that you never seem to mind. It comes so naturally for him to always be touching you, that he can’t help using you as a makeshift armrest.
You’re so much smaller than him, your hands barely covering his palm, and your wrists small enough that he can wrap his hand around it, and have his own fingertips curl over the back of his fingers. There’s a sort of wonder in his eyes everytime he holds your hand, the tip of his index scratching over the lines on your palm and the ones that cut horizontally over the back of your knuckles. He loves to hold your hand and compare sizes, muttering under his breath how you’re so small. You’re much frailer than him, his quirk gives him such a boost of power that he’s so careful around you, treating you like glass under his fingertips. He holds you softly, tightening his grip on your little by little, feeling your own arms around him tight and bursting with all the strength that you could muster.
Kugo’s stature towers over most people due to his quirk, and you are not exempt from that. He’s tall, and his fin makes him look even more so. He knows where he stands in hero society, a society with quirks, a published article even going as far to comment at how much of a villain he looks like. And yet, you still look up at him with a smile, clinging to him during movie nights, wanting to be held by him. He knows who he is, and he knows how he looks, and despite all that, you still want to be with him. He takes good care of you. His salary as a hero is immense, and he spends it on you. If you’ve ever commented on wanting something, he’s quick to go ahead and find it for you, putting the item in a nice bag and fluffing it with colored tissue paper.
NSFW:
Kugo’s size affects many of his daily activities; from clothes having to be tailored to fit his build, to cars that can feel a bit snug, to sex. He is a massive man, in every way and shape. Before any type of penetration, he makes sure that you have at least climaxed once or twice beforehand. His nails are sharpened to the point that claws would be an accurate way to describe his hands, so any type of penetration is either done with a toy to stretch you or with his cock- possibly tongue at times. He doesn’t want you to feel any type of discomfort and was very hesitant onwards having sex with you in fear that he would harm you. Stretching you beforehand with a toy makes it so much easier to slip into you without fear that he’d tear something.
Due to his size, he can be rather rough. While he’s done his best to hold back, there are moments where his strength overcomes him. He can be rough without intending to be- a grip on your waist may appear in a purple mark that spreads against your hip bone. He’ll turn you over to bury your face into the mattress, your drool darkening the comforter under you as he holds onto your hips, his tongue fat in your hole, stretching and spilling with spit down your thighs in heavy, syrupy strands. He can feel you squirm, shaking your body and muffling your cries into the bed under you, and you’re bucking yourself much too eagerly against him. His hands give you a squeeze, claws pinching into your soft flesh and dotted with crimson. The next morning, with your body tuckered out and the blanket covering the middle of your back, he takes a peek, a voyeuristic one at first, until he notices the bruising starting to take color, and finds a warmth of arousal jolt at his awakening cock.
Whether it’s calling you pretty or moaning, something is always echoed out into the room. He’s a vocal man, making some type of noise that has the tips of your ears burning with a fever. There’s something rather erotic about hearing such a poised man become so vulgar, grunting out like a cat in heat, his nails leaving lines in it’s wake as you can feel everything happening in you. He can never find a way to be quiet, telling you in a sinful voice about how soft you feel, wrapped so tightly around him, how he can feel you clench around him and that it’s making his head spin. His voice is low, a husky tone to it that makes the words feel rougher than the bruising grip on your hip. It’s this innate urge in him to want to tell you how pretty you are with tears in your eyes, that he can see how he’s bullying out of you, and that he’s so proud that you can take nearly all of him and still look so endearing with spit and tears shining on your face.
You clasp onto anything of him whether he’s on top or you are, scratching at his smooth skin, your nails barely able to make a dent in him. You kiss his lips, muttering seconds before how you want a kiss, grasping onto his shoulders, dragging your hands down his biceps, hooking your hands on the crook of his elbows. He adores you when you touch him. He could get drunk on how needy and feverish you are, unable to think straight, pulling him close to you and moaning about how good he feels. On this type of high, he’s much too sensitive, feeling every way your insides are pushed, how they cling and stick to him, the grooves of your walls and your rim clenching around the base of his cock. In a sitting position with your legs locked around him, your hands find their way to his back, fingertips brushing along the base of his dorsal fin and he’s bucking sharply inside of you. His find is far too sensitive, reacting in a way that feels as if he blood is pulsing enough for you to see.
With his quirk giving him enhanced strength and enhanced stamina, Kugo can go for multiple rounds before he tires. It’s rare for him to actually get tired, and he doesn’t usually go for as long as he could. He’s satisfied with just orgasming a few times, as long as you’re satisfied. He’s deep in you, seeing your dazed face, and open mouth, your sex dripping with cum weakly, in spurts that hold no real potency for much. He pulls away, letting the seed that is already buried deep in you, squelch out of you in a wet sound. You’re barely cognitive, slurring your words and reaching out for him, but you’ve been much too abused, your hole fluttering around nothing and rimmed with red from the stretch, and lowers your hands. Once you’ve calmed down and your body isn’t as sensitive as it was before, he’s bringing a cotton towel to clean you, shushing you when you try to grab at his still erect cock. He can go for hours without a doubt, but he’s already satisfied, lying beside you and bringing your flushed body close to his.
#bnha#bnha headcanons#bnha gang orca#gang orca#gang orca x reader#gang orca headcanons#kugo sakamata#kugo sakamata x reader#kugo sakamata headcanons#i think he would also have a big breeding kink#he likes kids and would love to have kids#him and fatgum have breeding kink solidarity#anyways#um#obey me soon and then a best jeanist#you think he has a long face#or a long neck#love you bye
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Just stumbled onto your blog and I love it!
Anywhoosle....how caught up are you in Hermitcraft season 9? Cause I was wondering if you could do a one shot where Reader(or Y/N) live close to Grian, Scar, and Doc and their base gets caught in the prank war and Ren(who they is also dating) comes and asks them to help him and Doc get back at the Buttercups(Grian, Scar, and Mumbo).
If you are not that caught up, then could I just get some Rendog fluffiness? He is like my favorite Hermit to watch and there are hardly any x Reader stories out there(so I also had to create ones of my own on Wattpad)
Oh my god yes! To answer your question, im pretty sure im fully caught up, unless one came out today, but yes i love this!
Just imagine how sweet he would be! :
Walking around your house, making sure everything was there, considering the recent prank war you've been caught up in, when there was a sudden knock at the door. Moving to the door, careful when opening it, it reveals your lovely boyfriend, Renthedog, or just Ren.
"Oh my god!" You cry as you jump into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around him in a tight hug. "I thought you were Grian trying to prank me again!" Ren laughs as you rant to him about how being stuck near two bases in a prank wars.
Peeling yourself from him, you pull him into your house, offering him tea, to which he declined saying there was something he was here to ask. "Okay what is it?" You ask, fully facing him with a lazy smile on your face.
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Watching from the trees, you watch as the buttercups walk away from their base, heading towards your direction. Watching as they trip the tripwire you've set out, watching as Grian gets caught up in a net set out, and watching as scar and Mumbo laugh before panicking trying to get Grian out.
You hear snickering beside you, turning to see Ren struggling to keep his laughter contained at the funny scene. You and Ren watch as The pair release Grian from his rope trap, before looking up and noticing you, to which you and Ren decide its time to run.
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Lying in bed on your beloved, head on his chest and arms around his waist, you let out a sigh of content, happy to have been able to get Grian back for all of the stuff hes roped you in. "Love?" You ask out to your lover, he responds with a sleepy hum, before looking down at you, "Thank you fro asking me to help you" You give him a small smile, before shifting up to land a chaste kiss to him lips before laying back down, falling asleep.
As Ren lies there, gathering himself together, he presses a kiss to your forehead, before wishing you a goodnight...
I hope you've enjoyed this quick little piece, and thank you for requesting! I cannot wait to write for you again! -Candy
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hi, idk if ur reqs are open so im sorry if they arent! i just stumbled upon your evan/habit with crybaby!reader hcs and i thought they were absolutely fantastic. i would LOVE to see more content of it of any kind whether it be more hcs or a oneshot of some sort. if theyre not open have a lovely day your writing is beautiful kiss kiss
idk who you are but you’re a beautiful soul and hope you have wonderful days.
Oneshot time
TW: Lowkey toxic relationship, Habit is TW himself, idk its a habit x crybaby fic yall have read my other works yall know how these are
Habit never gave much thought to human lives, they were minuscule and insignificant compared to the life of an ageless entity born of hate. The mortal body he inhabited now was nothing more than for appearances, a novelty he found some sick pleasure in.
Until you showed up.
You and Evan had…history so to say. You’d fuck when he was in between relationships and needed an out for his frustrations. You were available, bored and only a short drive east of his house. Habit knew of the tension between you two, neither you nor Evan believed your relationship would amount to anything other than what you had; not that either parties had the time. But Habit liked something about you, liked you enough to take things further so slowly you barely noticed his presence while you slept, or how often you two ran into each other in the city while you were on coffee runs for your ever obnoxious superiors. It was almost too easy in his opinion. After about a year and half of the blossoming relationship that many found..questionable, you finally finished your lease, packed what little belongings you had, and moved into Evan’s home.; something that appeased both Evan and Habit. You were meant to be with them, only them. You were meant to be taken care of, treasured and have every whim answered; no matter how questionable the means of achieving them were.
Habit is territorial as all hell, whats his is his and thats how it should be. You’re his. Simple as that. He’s generous in his eyes, he permits you to leave the house on your own and doesn’t bat an eye. You’re grown, have a job, and pay half the bills, he doesn’t care; just keep him updated. Habit knows you’ll return to his arms in the evening, wanting nothing more than to be babied. That’s how both he and Evan like you; obedient and gentle. The contrast between you two (or three, rather) is so obvious. His calloused hands roaming over your plush body gives them a power trip. They’ve earned this right, and Habit and Evan intend to keep it. The tears that well in your pretty eyes are for them and them only, so why worry that pretty little head over some sleazy victim?
Crying is something Habit is use to, hell he’ll gladly drink the tears of his victims when he can, but your tears, your tears? They’re like ambrosia to him, something so sweet and addictive that only he gets makes his head spin. You cry over something small, and Habit’s always there to kiss and lick your tears away, cooing that you should just ‘Let it out, angel’ like the sick bastard he is. You know he’s bad, but he takes care of you, gives himself up to you in way no one, man or woman, has. It’s addictive. You don’t have to beg for attention with him, just shed a tear or whimper his name in just the right way and he’s on you. It’s a cycle, an unhealthy but loving cycle that neither of you can seem to give up.
Habit, in all his centuries on this realm and the many others, has never felt this kind of infatuation with anyone; he can’t live without you and he doesn’t plan on it. Somehow, it doesn’t matter what he has to give or take, you will be with him until sin itself is purged from the world.
#Omg i loved writing this#reqs open#arg x reader#evan emh#habit x reader#crybaby!reader#crybaby solidarity#habit everymanhybrid#habit emh#emh evan x reader#habit x crybaby!reader#1800cr33py#i adore this anon#requests are open#emh fandom
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