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Here's a fun little story for the strawhats reader makes a tim burton reference (like sleepy, hollow or beetlejuice or whatever Tim burton movie is your favorite?) But none of them knew the reference, nor ever heard of it. So, the reader has to explain it?
I don't know if they have movies in the one piece universe? So we could just say that the tim burton movies are "books"
The Nightmare Aboard the Thousand Sunny

strawhat crew x strawhat!reader (platonic)
a/n: let's pretend movies exist but in a subtle way if this makes sense lmao also it’s been years and years since I saw the movies and my memory is really short so I went on google for some help, hope I got the references right
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tags: platonic, strawhat reader, humor, modern references
masterlist || ko-fi
The Thousand Sunny bobs gently on the waves, the sea stretching endlessly around you. The crew is sprawled across the deck, enjoying the lull between islands. You’re sitting cross-legged near the mast, absentmindedly peeling an orange while recounting your latest island adventure.
“That whole place gave me Sleepy Hollow vibes” you remark, flicking a piece of orange peel into the sea.
Silence.
You glance up. Nine pairs of eyes stare back at you, blank and expectant.
“…You know? Sleepy Hollow? The Headless Horseman?”
More silence. Luffy scratches his chin “Is that a pirate?”
You groan, dragging a hand down your face “No, it’s a classic horror story! A guy on a horse, but, like, without a head? He throws flaming pumpkins at people? Ringing any bells?”
Franky leans forward “Wait, so the dude has no head? How does he see?”
“That’s—it’s part of the horror! He’s supernatural!”
“Sounds like a Logia-type” Robin muses, flipping a page in her book.
Sanji exhales a puff of smoke “And what was that other thing you mentioned? Sleepy Hollow?”
“It’s the name of the story!” You gesture wildly “By Washington Irving! Adapted into a movie by Tim Burton! You know, Tim Burton? Beetlejuice? Corpse Bride? Beetlejuice? Nightmare Before Christmas?”
Brook gasps “A corpse bride? How romantic! Ah, if only I had one to marry too!”
You sigh dramatically “Not the point, Brook.”
Zoro crosses his arms “Never heard of this Tim Whatever guy.”
“Of course you haven’t,” you mutter “I bet if he were a famous swordsman, you’d know his whole life story.”
Zoro shrugs “Maybe.”
Nami raises an eyebrow “Did you just say Beetlejuice twice?”
You pause “Yeah. That's the joke. But I’m not saying it a third time.”
Chopper tilts his head “Why? What happens if you say it a third time?”
The whole crew stares at you, waiting.
You sigh, rubbing your temples as the crew continues to stare at you, waiting for an explanation.
“Okay, so Beetlejuice—”
“That’s three times” Usopp interrupts, eyes darting around the ship in panic.
You blink “Huh?”
“You said Beetlejuice three times,” he hisses, pointing at you “You just summoned whatever the hell that is!”
Luffy immediately looks excited “Ohhh! Who is it? Are they strong?!”
You groan “No, no, it’s not real! It’s from a movie. In the movie, if you say his name three times, this creepy, chaotic ghost guy shows up and causes mayhem.”
Franky grins “Sounds like my kinda guy!”
“He was not super,” you deadpan “He was gross. And weird. And kind of a pervert.”
Sanji instantly scowls “Tch, I hate this guy.”
Brook hums in thought “So you’re telling me there’s a ghost you can summon just by saying his name? How interesting! I must try this with my own name. Brook, Brook, Brook!” He spreads his arms dramatically.
Nothing happens.
“Yohoho! It appears I am immune!”
Robin chuckles behind her book “So this Tim Burton person creates horror stories?”
“More like… spooky and weird stories,” you explain “Creepy but fun. He has a really distinct style, dark colors, long, spindly figures, big eyes, gothic settings. His movies always have this eerie, dreamlike atmosphere.”
“Like a nightmare?” Chopper asks, eyes wide.
You nod “Kinda! Like The Nightmare Before Christmas!”
Luffy perks up “Christmas?! We fought a guy with Christmas-themed moves once!”
“Not the same thing” you sigh “It’s a stop-motion movie about Halloween and Christmas colliding.”
“Sounds complicated” Zoro grunts.
“It’s amazing!” you insist “It’s got singing skeletons, spooky monsters, and a guy named Jack Skellington who tries to take over Christmas!”
Brook gasps “A singing skeleton?! Finally, some real representation!”
You snort “Right?! You’d love it, Brook. It’s all about embracing who you are instead of trying to be something you’re not.”
Robin smiles “That does sound like something our crew would appreciate.”
Nami sighs, stretching her arms “Alright, so let me get this straight. This Tim Burton guy makes creepy, weird, yet somehow heartwarming stories. And you’ve seen all of them?”
“Of course,” you say proudly “I grew up on this stuff.”
Usopp squints “So if we ever run into a headless guy throwing pumpkins, we’ll know it’s a Sleepy Hollow situation.”
“Exactly.”
“And if someone named Beetlejuice shows up, we punch first, ask questions later” Zoro states.
“Uh… more like, don’t summon him in the first place” you correct.
Luffy grins “Alright! Then let’s find this Tim Burton guy and invite him to the crew!”
You laugh “Yeah, good luck with that, Captain.”
Brook taps his chin “Still, I wonder what I’d look like in this… Burton-esque style.”
You smirk “Oh, you’d totally fit in.”
The conversation trails off, but as night falls over the Sunny, you can’t help but smile. Sure, they don’t get the references, but at least they listen. That’s what matters.
It starts with a simple thought: If they don’t get the references, I’ll just show them the actual movie.
Easier said than done when you’re on a ship in the middle of the Grand Line.
But you? You’re determined.
The first step is convincing Franky and Usopp to make a projector.
“Okay, so I need you guys to build a machine that can play movies” you say, clasping your hands together in front of them.
Usopp raises an eyebrow “A what-now?”
Franky rubs his chin “Movies, huh? So, like, a visual playback system? A moving image display?”
“Yes!” You point excitedly “You’re both geniuses when it comes to building stuff. I know you can make something!”
Franky grins, cracking his knuckles “Well, if it’s a challenge, then hell yeah I’m in!”
Usopp sighs “Why do I feel like this is gonna take way more effort than you’re letting on?”
You wave a hand dismissively “C’mon, you built a climate-controlling staff and laser beams before! You’ve got this!”
It takes them days of tinkering, but eventually, they rig up a projector using various spare parts from Sunny’s workshop. The hardest part was figuring out a power source that wouldn’t fry the entire thing, but thanks to Franky’s Cola-powered genius and Usopp’s fine-tuned engineering, the contraption actually works.
Step one: Complete.
Step two? Getting the movie.
That one takes a little more effort. You spend your time at the next trading port digging through every odd shop you can find. You’re almost ready to give up when, miraculously, you spot it.
A dusty little store, tucked between two fish markets, has an entire shelf of old-world relics. Among them?
A DVD copy of The Nightmare Before Christmas.
You nearly cry in relief.
After some haggling (and by haggling, it mean bargaining away a favor that Nami is definitely going to make you pay for later), you return triumphantly to the ship.
Finally everything is ready.
That night, the crew gathers on the deck, sitting in a semi-circle around the makeshift screen Franky and Usopp put together. The ocean breeze is cool, the stars above twinkle like tiny lanterns, and the faint hum of the projector fills the air.
“Alright,” you say, practically vibrating with excitement “Tonight, I present to you all—The Nightmare Before Christmas!”
Luffy raises a hand “Is this the one with the singing skeleton guy?”
“Yes!”
Brook claps “Excellent! I’ve been looking forward to this!”
Zoro grumbles, arms crossed “This better not be a waste of time.”
“Oh, lighten up, moss-head” Sanji sighs, flicking his lighter for a fresh cigarette.
Robin smiles at you “I’m curious to see why you love these stories so much.”
You grin, heart full “Well then, sit back, relax, and let the magic of Tim Burton change your lives.”
The movie starts, and from the first eerie yet whimsical notes of “This is Halloween” you can tell the crew is hooked.
Luffy leans forward, eyes wide “Whoa! They’re all singing! And they’re monsters?! This is awesome!”
Brook hums along immediately, tapping his bony fingers to the beat “Ah, this song is quite catchy!”
Robin watches with a soft smile, clearly fascinated by the gothic yet charming visuals.
Zoro, meanwhile, squints at the screen “So this Jack guy… is he an idiot?”
You gasp dramatically “Excuse you?! He’s just lost, Zoro! He wants something more out of life!”
“Yeah,” Usopp chimes in “He’s like Luffy but… spookier.”
Luffy grins “I like him!”
As the movie plays, Sanji strolls over with a tray full of snacks “Here,” he says smoothly, handing you a warm bowl of popcorn “Figured movie night wouldn’t be complete without something to munch on.”
Your eyes sparkle “Sanji, you angel, I could kiss you right now.”
He smirks “You can try, sweetheart.”
You don’t, but you do immediately shove a handful of buttery popcorn into your mouth. The rest of the crew digs in, each with their own snack, Chopper happily munches on caramel-coated nuts, Franky enjoys a ridiculously large soda, and even Zoro eventually takes some popcorn (though he pretends he’s not into it).
The movie continues, and reactions vary:
• Luffy cheers every time Jack does something dramatic.
• Brook cries at “Sally’s Song” saying “I feel her pain!”
• Franky thinks Oogie Boogie is “SUPER!”
• Usopp yells, “NOPE!” when Oogie’s bugs spill everywhere.
• Nami complains that Jack’s Christmas plan is a financial disaster.
• Robin simply watches with an amused, knowing look.
• Sanji rolls his eyes but clearly enjoys the aesthetic.
• Zoro claims he doesn’t care, yet you catch him watching intently.
By the time the movie ends, the deck is silent. The credits roll, the music fades, and you turn to see everyone deep in thought.
“So?” you ask, heart pounding “What did you guys think?”
Luffy grins, jumping up “That was amazing! The singing! The monsters! The explosions!”
Brook nods sagely “Jack Skellington is truly a gentleman. I respect him.”
Usopp shudders “Yeah, but that Boogie guy? Never sleeping again.”
Nami sighs “I mean… it was good, but Jack really should’ve stayed in his lane.”
Franky wipes a fake tear “SUPERB storytelling!”
Robin smiles “It was lovely. I see why you love these kinds of stories.”
You beam, turning to Zoro “And you?”
He shrugs “Not bad.”
Sanji exhales a puff of smoke “Kinda weird, but… entertaining.”
You sigh in relief, flopping back onto the deck “Mission successful!”
As the crew starts discussing their favorite parts, you feel a warm sense of happiness settle in your chest. They may not have gotten the references before, but now? Now, they get it.
And you’ve just officially introduced the Straw Hat Pirates to the magic of Tim Burton.
Best. Movie Night. Ever.
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In order to stop the culture of faking orgasms, we need to stop the culture of shaming others for their sexual experiences.
Can’t get your partner off on the first try? Cool. You can still be thoughtful and make them feel good.
Can get your partner off within 30 seconds? Awesome, good for you both, don’t let it get to your head.
Can make someone cum in less than 5, but for others, it’s a process that takes an hour? That’s alright, everyone’s different.
Does it take you 30 minutes to cum? That’s okay, you’re not broken, you’re not a failure.
Does it take you 10 seconds to cum? That’s great, you’re not a slut, you’re not overly sensitive or dirty.
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Orgasms are NOT the defining characteristic of your sexual prowess. They are great, they’re lovely when they happen, but for the love of science, stop bringing them up higher than they need to be.
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something stupid | roronoa zoro x fem!reader



the time is right, your perfume fills my head the stars get red, and, oh, the night's so blue and then I go and spoil it all by saying somethin' stupid like, "i love you."
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cw/tags: roronoa zoro x fem!reader, drinking and drunken confessions, short&sweet, sfw and fluff!! inspired by something stupid - frank sinatra & nancy sinatra
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the sound of the crashing waves against the ship’s hull mingled with the cacophonous laughter that erupted from the two of you. after a long, stressful day of evading one of the many nefarious foes that tailed behind your crew, zoro had the brilliant idea of winding down with a cool bottle of sake.
zoro's head swayed with the restless current, bobbing against the wooden panels that lined the crow’s nest. his beautifully tanned skin prickled with goosebumps as the ocean breeze grazed his exposed arms. when he was with you, zoro felt like he could come alive — lowering his guard and allowing himself to be ignorant to the outside world, just for a moment. his stoicism faltered whenever you were around, effortlessly tugging a gentle smile at his lips with a single, all-knowing glance. despite only being a part of the crew for a few months, you grew to understand zoro better than anyone else on the crew — hell, sometimes better than himself. the relationship between the two of you was easy and comfortable, two feelings zoro had never been familiar with. his life always flashed a million miles a minute, encountering death more times than he’d be willing to admit. but when you were around, his life slowed down, making time to commit your soft features to memory.
the feelings zoro had for you were more than romantic. sure, he allowed his mind to wander to not-so-appropriate places over the last few weeks when he finally realized his feelings for you. but the fluttering in his chest and stomach were not the only distinct symptoms that accompanied this crush. it exceeded the bounds of love and lust, crossing over into an unbridled admiration. he appreciated you in his life, finding himself unable to imagine a world that you weren't in, weren't a part of. and in the brief moments that he did, his chest hollowed and an aching loneliness burned through his heart.
so yeah, he liked you.
the alcohol that ran through his system made him feel light, its buzz causing his cheeks to flush. although, his blush wasn’t attributed to the alcohol alone. no, he had been watching the way you threw your head back, your loud and chaotic laughter erupting from your rosy lips. he loved how comfortable you were around each other, not afraid to unleash your “ugly laugh,” as you had called it once before. anything you did was a sign of beauty in his eyes, a treasure that he wanted to keep all for himself.
unbeknownst to zoro, you had felt the same way for a long time. ever since you met him, you recognized how undeniably handsome he was. the macho-man front he put on in the beginning had been a little off putting, constantly walking on eggshells to avoid disturbing him. however, zoro warmed up to you quite nicely once you had proved yourself trustworthy. you’d teased him once about being like a grumpy old cat — distant at times but always coming around when it mattered, showing affection at random periods, yet welcomed all the same.
your sweet, floral perfume fused with the salty ocean air, creating a dizzying sense of pleasure through zoro’s head. he knew he was staring at you, probably making you uncomfortable as the silence ran long. but he didn’t care. instead, he kept his eyes soft and his lips slightly parted into a smile, drunk off your presence alone. the alcohol was merely a confidence boost for what he was about to say, something he’d been itching to tell you for a long time.
“i love you,” zoro said, voice barely above a whisper. his eyes were fixated on you, watching you and waiting for the reaction he wanted. his gaze was intense, a tension building in his chest as the nerves bundled beneath the surface.
your heart jumped for a split second, stopping at the sound of his voice. he’s drunk, you reassured yourself, careful not to get your hopes up.
“yeah, yeah. i love you too, zoro” you joked, brushing off his words while you fixed your concentration on the dark ocean below. the tension inside the crow’s nest became heavy, a warmth flushing your cheeks that you begged to stop spreading.
“no, you’re not listening to me,” he slurred, words laced with frustration as he sat upright. something in zoro’s eyes shifted, his relaxation transforming into a seriousness that you had been entirely unprepared for, “i’m in love with you.”
“what?”
the warmth in the air became a tension so palpable that you could’ve molded it between your fingers, grasping it to stabilize your now-trembling hands. rather than accepting his words for what they had been, you’d been filled with a nasty bitterness as your mouth turned sour. you’d grown accustomed to the degrading routine of unrequited love, its loneliness becoming comfortable over time. in truth, the thought of someone possibly reciprocating those feelings terrified you, fearing for the disappointment that would follow.
“you’re drunk, roronoa.” you scoffed. whether it was during arguments or intimate conversations, you’d always addressed zoro by his proper name. it had turned into a safe word, letting him know that you were serious.
you began to rise to your feet, holding onto the wall for support as the alcohol ran wild through your system. zoro had stared at you with fierce bewilderment, brows furrowed as you packed for the night. he latched onto your wrist, grasp a perfect balance between firm and cautious, as if he were afraid you’d break under the pressure. zoro’s eyes were staring up into yours with an intense desperation, pleading for an ounce of your undivided attention.
“i’m serious, [y/n]. i love you. but you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to. i know it’s weird coming from me — hell, i feel weird just saying it. but i know that if i don’t tell you now…i don’t think i ever will.”
the apprehension in his voice told you that he was telling the truth, a very scary truth at that. there were many times during battle, both on land and sea, where zoro should have been afraid. but nothing could have scared him more than the thought of losing you. he was worried that you’d reject him, forever tarnishing the beautiful friendship that you both worked so hard to build and protect. he was worried that you’d no longer come to him when you needed someone to talk to, afraid that he’d made things weird with his stupid crush. i’m such a fucking idiot.
however, nothing could have prepared him for the way you leapt into his arms, tackling him to the ground. the impact caused him to lose his balance, the both of you rolling onto your backs. drunken laughter filled the room once more, only this time it was accompanied with relief. you made your way into his arms, chests pressed against each other as your hearts synchronized. the kiss you planted on his lips was shy, testing the waters. zoro’s rough hands raked gently through your hair, grabbing a handful as he pulled you deeper into the kiss. you could taste the sake as your tongues mingled together, drinking in the remnants through his saliva. his grip on your waist tightened as you bucked your hips against his, hungrily begging for more and more of him.
“you have no idea how long i’ve been wanting to do that,” you huffed, cheeks and lips flushed as you catch your breath.
zoro’s lips traced your jawline, traveling downward as he placed a trail of kisses and nibbles down your neck, “who said we have to stop?”
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cranked this one out real quick cause i just had to get it off my chest. i’ve been such a zoro and sanji girl lately it’s becoming an issue someone please sedate me
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And that’s how you do a Art at the Superbowl.
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(I'm not sure if I'm doing this right, but here goes nothing)
For Imagines and What Ifs, how do you think the 141 men would react to you wanting to keep your last name after you got married?
Would be they be chill about having separate names? Would they be hurt that you don't want their last name? Would they suggest a hyphenated last name as a compromise? Or (my personal fave) would they change their last name instead?
Greetings, anon! You absolutely submitted a request correctly! I adore this idea. I love thinking about any of these men as married men and what they're like in that regard. I can easily see this prompt having angst and fluff. What I would like to do is answer the last half of the prompt. Those are four distinct questions, and four distinct ideas, and I think each of them matches to one of the 141 guys in turn. That is how I would like to tackle this request (if you don't mind).
I'm sure my selections might not match up with everyone's opinion but that's why fanfiction is so wonderful. We can all have different ideas and HCs and they are all valid in their own way.
Enjoy!! I had so much fun with this one!! Presented in four drabbles.
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Task Force 141 x Reader
Content & Warnings: established relationship, fluff, light angst, married life
Word Count: 400
ao3 // taglist // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist
John "Soap" MacTavish
“You don’t want to take my last name?” He sounds hurt, and that breaks your heart.
“It’s not personal, Johnny. I’ve earned my title.”
“I know,” he says softly. “You worked hard. But—” Johnny sighs and rubs his chin. He glances away, clearly growing agitated.
“I love you,” you murmur, kissing his cheek.
Johnny melts a bit, kissing you back. “I’d like to call you Mrs. MacTavish.”
“And you can,” you reply softly. “Sometimes.”
“Like when?”
You need to turn his mood around. Leaning in, you playfully nip at his bottom lip. “When we’re alone. In the bedroom.”
Johnny grins.
John Price
“We need to talk about this, John. I feel like you’re avoiding the conversation.”
John’s tea mug pauses just before reaching his lips. “Avoiding what conversation?”
“About me keeping my last name,” you reply, crossing your arms
John sighs and places the mug on the counter. “You can do what you want.”
“Does it not upset you?” you ask cautiously.
“Not upset, love,” he says softly. “You’re a grown woman. I’ll respect what you want.”
You step up to him, one hand pressed to his waist. “Sure about that?”
John leans forward, stealing a kiss. “I’m more than sure, love.”
Simon "Ghost" Riley
“I don’t want to change my last name, Simon. It’s…special to me.”
Simon stands stoic and calm. He understands. Names are important. They carry memory. Sometimes good ones. Sometimes bad.
“That’s your choice,” replies Simon slowly.
“You’re not upset?”
“I’ll respect whatever you decide.”
Your sigh of relief is soft and calming. This has been a burden for you.
“What if I take your last name?”
You frown. “What?”
Simon repeats the question.
“You want that?”
“I do,” answers Simon firmly.
Names are important. Names carry memory.
Riley is Simon’s father's name. It would be a relief to shed it.
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
“How do you feel about a compromise?” Kyle asks softly. “Instead of us keeping our last names.”
It’s a conversation the two of you have had repeatedly after saying “I do.” You want to keep your last name, and while Kyle respects it, you sense he’s not entirely happy about it.
“A compromise? What are you thinking?”
“Hyphenate them.”
“Really?” you laugh.
“Yeah,” he grins. “My name first or yours. Doesn’t matter. A bit of both of us.”
You rest your head against his shoulder. “I can see it.”
“Be the same for our kids.”
“I like it,” you reply.
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If I didn’t follow you I’d be all alone... Being lonely is more painful than getting hurt!
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