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݁ . 𔘓 ؛ our future

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⇢ tw: english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: epilogue

years had passed since the birth of their son, and now, the young boy who had once clung to his father’s coat was a strong, confident teenager named kai.

 life aboard the red force had settled into a new rhythm. it wasn’t always quiet, with battles and adventures around every corner, but it was full of laughter, warmth, and a sense of camaraderie. 

kai had grown up surrounded by the crew, who treated him like family. he had inherited shanks' fiery spirit and y/n’s caring nature, a perfect blend of the two. 

now, kai was beginning to carve out his own path, learning the ways of a pirate, but always with the love and protection of his parents and their loyal crew.

it was a victory celebration that night, following another successful skirmish with a rival crew. the mood on the red force was light, the crew laughing and enjoying themselves, the sound of music drifting through the air as they toasted to another battle won. 

kai, standing proudly beside his father, watched the crew with a sense of admiration. shanks had always been his role model, the man who inspired him to chase after his own dreams. 

it was clear that kai had inherited not only his father’s courage but his leadership skills as well. 

y/n, ever the supportive mother, watched from a distance with a soft smile, her heart swelling with pride as she saw her son growing into a young man capable of standing alongside the red-haired pirates.

the celebration was in full swing, with the crew sharing stories of their adventures and battles, when a sudden presence cut through the jubilant atmosphere. a shadow appeared on the horizon, a figure that seemed to almost glide above the water, his silhouette unmistakable. 

mihawk, the world’s greatest swordsman, landed gracefully on the deck, his black sword gleaming under the moonlight.

 the moment he stepped off his sword, the mood shifted.

serious, focused eyes turned to the legendary swordsman as he approached shanks and the crew. without a word, mihawk reached into his coat and pulled out a wanted poster, tossing it onto the table in front of them.

“you might want to see this,” mihawk said with an amused smirk, his voice carrying a hint of something like respect. 

the crew leaned in, intrigued, as the poster fluttered to a stop. the image of a young man with a familiar, carefree grin stared back at them.

 it was luffy, the boy who had once sailed with shanks, and now, his bounty was visible for all to see. 

the amount written on the poster was staggering, a sum none of them had expected. kai’s eyes widened, his jaw dropping slightly in disbelief.

 the bounty on luffy’s head was beyond anything they had imagined, a reflection of how far his influence had reached across the seas. it was the first of many steps toward becoming a true pirate king.

shanks studied the bounty for a moment, his gaze softening as he looked at his old friend’s face on the poster. memories of their time together flashed through his mind.

luffy’s stubbornness, his dreams, and their many adventures. “he really did it,” shanks muttered under his breath, more to himself than anyone else. 

kai, who had grown up hearing stories of his father and luffy’s bond, looked at shanks, his expression one of pride and admiration. 

"he really made a name for himself, huh?" kai asked, his voice filled with respect for the man whose bounty had just skyrocketed.

“he always did,” shanks replied, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

 "luffy’s never been one to follow the rules, and now the world knows it. but that’s what makes him so special." y/n spoke now, kai nodded thoughtfully, his eyes never leaving the poster. 

it was clear that, just like his parents had once done, he too admired luffy’s drive and spirit. 

shanks placed a hand on kai’s shoulder, his expression becoming serious for a moment. “one day, you’ll be just like him, making your own name in the world, forging your path.”

the crew erupted into cheers, raising their glasses high in the air, celebrating not only the victory of the day but the legacy of the man who had once been a part of their lives.

 shanks couldn’t help but feel a swell of pride as he looked at his son. the journey had come full circle.

his old friend’s dreams were being realized, and now, he had his own family to guide, his own son to teach.

 the world was changing, and in his heart, shanks knew it was time for the next generation to rise.

as the cheers died down, shanks looked at kai and to his y/n, his eyes gleaming with pride. 

“looks like you’ve got some big shoes to fill, kid,” he joked, a playful glint in his eyes.

kai grinned, the same spark of determination that shanks had once seen in luffy flickering in his own gaze.

“i’m ready,” he said, his voice firm with the confidence that only a son could inherit from his father.

the future had started.

kai’s future, the future of the pirate world that was shifting before their very eyes. 

luffy’s bounty was only the beginning, and there were still oceans to sail and adventures to be had. 

with his family and crew by his side, shanks was ready to face whatever the future brought.

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݁ . 𔘓 ؛ settling seas

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⇢ tw: pregnancy, long, really long, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: y/n moves to the to the red force.

in the first month y/n’s first few days aboard the red force were an adjustment, but with shanks by her side, it didn’t take long to feel at home. 

the crew, already a family, was quick to welcome her aboard, though they couldn’t quite hide their curiosity about the pregnancy. 

shanks was especially protective, always checking in to make sure y/n was comfortable.

lucky roo made sure there was always an extra plate of food for her, often teasing that the baby would probably have a love for food like the rest of the crew. 

beckman and yasopp kept their distance at first, respecting her privacy, but soon they were joining in on lighthearted conversations about the future.

 johnny and yosaku, the young ones, were excited to have a new little crewmate, often asking questions about the baby, despite their somewhat awkward delivery.

as y/n began adjusting to life on the ship, shanks would steal moments with her, walking on the deck together in the evenings or just sitting quietly in her quarters. 

the sea had always been a place of freedom for him, but now, with y/n by his side and a child on the way, he found himself thinking about the future in ways he hadn’t before.

in the second month, y/n felt the early signs of pregnancy more intensely. 

some days, she had to rest longer, but shanks was always there, offering a hand or support. the crew seemed to rally around her, offering whatever help they could. lucky roo often brought her food that would help her feel better, while beckman, though reserved, shared wisdom about handling the more challenging parts of pregnancy.

the ship’s daily routines continued, and y/n found herself adjusting to life aboard the red force. she’d often sit with yasopp or johnny, hearing stories of the crew’s past adventures. 

although she couldn’t be as active as she used to be, she enjoyed being part of the family.

shanks would sometimes come to her quarters, sit with her for hours, talking about everything and nothing. 

those moments felt precious, a quiet time amidst the chaos of their pirate life. there was still much to do, but having her by his side made shanks feel like he was building something solid, a future he never quite expected.

by the third month, y/n’s pregnancy was becoming more noticeable, and the crew was even more protective of her.

shanks kept a particularly close eye on her, not wanting her to overdo it, but y/n insisted that she was fine, even helping lucky roo in the kitchen.

lucky and yasopp had both been eagerly asking shanks about how the baby would be raised. 

"you should totally teach them how to be a pirate, i wish i had done that with my boy" yasopp insisted enthusiastically.

back on the ship, the quiet joy of having a child on the way settled in. 

shanks would sometimes smile softly when he caught a glimpse of y/n resting her hand on her stomach.

 “you know,” he said one evening, “i never thought i’d be here, like this. ready to be a dad.”

y/n smiled, leaning into his side. “you’re going to be a great dad, shanks. i know it.”

as month four rolled around, the crew continued to make y/n feel comfortable. she was able to move around the ship more easily, although shanks made sure she had plenty of time to rest. they had become a small family, and even johnny and yosaku would try to keep her entertained with their silly antics.

shanks was still in awe of how smoothly things were going. 

there were moments when he would simply look at y/n with a quiet tenderness, amazed at how their life had changed.

 they still had so much to do, so many adventures to experience,but everything felt right when they were together.

“i’m really lucky, you know?” shanks said one evening, as they stood on the deck, watching the sunset. “to have you with me, and to be starting a family.”

y/n looked up at him, her smile soft and warm. “we’re lucky to have each other.”

 by the fifth month, y/n’s pregnancy was showing more clearly, and shanks was continually amazed by how strong and resilient she was.

 despite the discomforts, she remained active, whether helping in the kitchen or simply enjoying the company of the crew.

one afternoon, while shanks was on deck discussing strategy with beckman, y/n stood with lucky roo, who was showing her some new recipes he was working on.

“do you think the baby will like this one?” lucky roo asked, pointing to a dish he had just finished.

“i’m sure they’ll love anything you make,” y/n replied with a smile.

shanks caught sight of them from the deck and smiled to himself. there was something about the crew’s constant support that made him feel at peace. he knew there would be challenges ahead, but for the first time in his life, he truly felt ready for them.

 the sixth month marked a turning point.

 with the baby growing, y/n found herself needing more breaks, but shanks never left her side. if he wasn’t checking in with her, he was quietly working alongside the crew, always keeping one eye on her.

one evening, after a particularly long day of sailing, shanks found y/n sitting on the deck, gazing out at the horizon. he joined her, sitting beside her in the quiet.

“how do you feel?” he asked, his voice soft.

“tired,” y/n admitted, leaning her head on his shoulder. “but it’s a good kind of tired.”

“yeah?” shanks grinned. “i’ll make sure we take it easy for the next few days. we don’t want you overworking yourself.”

“i think i can handle it. but thank you.” y/n chuckled. 

the rest of the crew kept a similar watchful eye, always ready to help in whatever way they could. 

shanks had become more protective, but y/n appreciated it, especially when she needed a quiet moment with him.

 as the seventh month came, y/n’s belly had grown significantly. 

the crew had already started making small plans to ensure everything was ready for when the baby arrived. 

lucky roo had already been brainstorming how to make the most delicious meal for the occasion, and yasopp had begun researching pirate-friendly baby gear.

shanks found himself becoming increasingly excited about the future. one night, as they shared a quiet moment together on the deck, he asked, “have you thought about names?”

y/n smiled, feeling the weight of their future together. “i have a few ideas, but i’m still thinking it over.”

“we have time,” shanks replied, squeezing her hand. “but i think they’ll have the best of both of us.”

the crew’s excitement grew, and so did the bond between shanks and y/n. despite the unpredictability of their pirate life, they had everything they needed—each other, and a family waiting to be born.

by the eighth month, y/n felt the anticipation of their new arrival. she was still able to move around the ship, but shanks insisted on taking more care of her, always watching out for her needs.

 it seemed as though the entire crew was involved in preparing for the baby, helping in ways big and small.

on one quiet evening, as shanks stood on the deck with beckman, looking out at the vast ocean, he spoke, his voice thoughtful. “i don’t know what we’ll do once the baby’s here. things will change.”

“you’re already thinking about the future, huh?”beckman glanced at him, a small smile on his face.

“yeah,” shanks replied, his voice soft. “we’re going to be a family, beck. and i want to make sure we’re ready for it.”

the ship sailed onward, but for shanks and y/n, their hearts were already focused on what was to come—the beginning of their family.

the final month was a whirlwind of excitement, anticipation, and a few nerves. 

everyone on the ship was preparing for the arrival of the baby, and even shanks, who had always been so composed, found himself caught up in the excitement.

“ready to be a dad?” beckman teased one evening as he watched shanks pacing.

“i hope so,” shanks replied with a laugh, though there was a nervous edge to his voice.

y/n, as always, reassured him. “we’ll be fine,” she said, her hand resting on her belly. “we have the best crew, and we have each other.”

the red force sailed under the stars that night, its course set toward an unknown adventure. but for shanks and y/n, the biggest adventure of all was just beginning.

after months of anticipation, the day finally arrived. y/n had been feeling off for a few hours, slight cramps that she tried to ignore, but soon they grew more intense. shanks immediately noticed her discomfort, his protective instincts taking over. 

he called for help, and the crew quickly responded. beckman and yasopp steered the red force toward a nearby island, making sure y/n had the privacy and comfort she needed, while lucky roo and johnny worked to prepare a safe, calm space below deck. everyone was on edge, but their steady teamwork gave y/n reassurance.

shanks stayed by her side the entire time, holding her hand tightly, his eyes constantly watching her with a mix of love and worry. 

“you’re doing great, y/n,” he whispered, trying to calm both of them, though his own anxiety was clear. y/n smiled at him through the pain. 

“we can do this, shanks.” hours passed, and the pain grew more intense, but y/n’s determination didn’t falter. 

then, with one last powerful push, their son was born.

 the room was filled with the sound of his first cries, a wave of relief flooding through the crew as they witnessed the beginning of a new chapter for them all.

shanks’ face softened in awe, tears filling his eyes as he looked down at his son.

 “he’s perfect,” he whispered, kissing y/n’s forehead and then gently touching the baby’s tiny hand.

 the crew gathered around, each of them marveling at the newborn, their expressions softening as they cooed over the little one. 

lucky roo made a lighthearted comment about the baby already looking like a pirate with his fists clenched, while yasopp grinned proudly. 

beckman gave shanks a look of approval, silently acknowledging the moment. as the crew settled into their new dynamic, shanks felt an overwhelming sense of peace. 

he had never known a love like this,his family, his crew, and now his son.

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 . 𔘓 ؛ great news

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⇢ tw: comfort, pregnancy,english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: shanks is back because y/n wrote him an urgent letter.

the day had barely started, but the moment shanks stepped foot off his ship, his mind was racing.

 the urgent letter you had sent was unlike any message he’d ever received from you before. your words were simple but full of worry, a sense of desperation that hadn’t been in your voice before. something had happened, something important, and now, here he was, making his way back to the town he hadn’t seen in what felt like forever.

as he walked into the bar, his eyes immediately searched for you, the familiar warmth of the place almost soothing after the rough sea journey. 

the air inside was still, the quiet hum of morning chatter barely there, just like you.

you were standing behind the counter, your back to him as you prepared some dishes, but when you heard the door creak open, you turned around, and for a brief second, the world seemed to slow.

his breath hitched when he saw you, standing there like no time had passed. 

he rushed toward you, his steps quick, his heart in his throat. 

"y/n," he called out, voice tinged with worry. "what happened? what’s wrong?"

you met his gaze, but there was something different in your eyes, something that hadn’t been there before. a slight nervousness. it made his chest tighten.

 "shanks…" you started, your voice shaking slightly. you had been waiting for this moment, yet the reality of it all was still settling over you like a heavy weight.

he frowned, stepping closer, his hand resting gently on your arm.

 "what’s going on?" he asked, voice soft, but full of concern.

taking a deep breath, you looked at him, your fingers nervously twisting the fabric of your shirt. 

"shanks," you said, meeting his eyes, "i… i’m pregnant."

the words hung in the air, heavier than anything he’d ever felt. shanks blinked, his expression frozen for a moment. it wasn’t disbelief, but shock. complete, utter shock. 

"pregnant?" he repeated, his voice barely a whisper as he took a step back, as if trying to process the words. "are you… are you sure?"

 "yeah. i’ve known for a little while now. i… i didn’t know how to tell you." nodded slowly, your stomach twisting with both anxiety and something else, something unspoken.

shanks stood there, silent, his face unreadable. then, slowly, his hand reached out, taking yours in his, his thumb gently tracing the back of your hand. 

"why didn’t you tell me sooner?" his voice wasn’t accusatory, just full of quiet concern, as if the weight of the news hadn’t fully hit him yet.

"i didn’t know what to say," you admitted quietly, your voice trembling. "i’ve never done this before, shanks. i didn’t want to put more on you."

his gaze softened, his thumb still stroking the back of your hand. 

"y/n," he began, his voice low but full of something deeper than you had expected. "this is big. but I’m here. i’m not going anywhere. we’ll figure this out. together."

there was a long silence between you two, his words hanging in the air like a promise. for the first time in a while, you felt your heart settle. 

the world felt a little less overwhelming, even as everything around you changed.

"you’re not alone in this, y/n. not now, not ever. i’ll be here. i’ll always be here." he stepped closer again, his other hand reaching up to cup your cheek.

you let out a soft sigh, closing your eyes for a moment, feeling the weight of the last few days lift, replaced by something softer, something you hadn’t dared to hope for. a sense of security. of peace. and love, quietly blooming between you both.

"thank you," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "thank you for not walking away."

"i’m not going anywhere. we’ve got a lot ahead of us, but we’ll handle it, one step at a time." shanks gave you a small, tender smile, his thumb brushing your cheek. 

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݁ . 𔘓 ؛  letters to my heart

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⇢ tw: hurt/comfort ig,english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: hanks writes a letter.

my dearest y/n,

i don’t even know where to begin.

i’ve never been the kind of man to sit down and put words onto paper, but for you, i’d do just about anything.

maybe it’s because this time, leaving feels heavier. maybe it’s because, for the first time in my life.

i feel like i have something.

someone.

you.

worth coming back to.

by the time you read this, i’ll already be far out at sea, with nothing but the waves and the wind to keep me company. but even as i stand on the deck, surrounded by the life i’ve always known, my mind keeps drifting back to you, your laughter echoing through the bar, the way your fingers linger when you pass me a drink, the softness in your eyes when you think no one is looking.

i swear, if i close my eyes, i can still feel you beside me, warm and steady, like the one thing in this world that doesn’t slip through my fingers.

i know this isn’t easy.

i know that watching me leave time and time again must hurt more than you let on.

you try to be strong, and you are, but you don’t have to be, not for me. if you ever feel like the loneliness is creeping in, just remember that i feel it too. i may not be there to hold you, but i want you to know that my heart never really leaves you.

you once told me you didn’t want to be just another moment in my life, and i need you to know,you aren’t. you never were.

you are the reason i keep coming back, the reason the sea, for all its freedom, doesn’t feel as endless anymore.

because now, there’s a shore i long for, a place where my soul feels at peace.

and that place is wherever you are.

i don’t know how long i’ll be gone, and i won’t make promises i’m not sure i can keep. the sea is unpredictable, and so is the life i lead. but there’s one thing i can swear to you, with every fiber of my being: i will always find my way back to you. no matter how far i sail, no matter how many storms i face, i will return.

so, until then, keep the bar warm for me. keep your smile, keep your fire, keep living the way you always do, with that quiet strength that makes it impossible not to fall for you. and if, on the loneliest nights, you find yourself wondering if i still think of you, just know this, there won’t be a single day that goes by where you don’t cross my mind.

until i can hold you again, sweetheart.

yours, always and forever, shanks

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݁ . 𔘓 ؛ sailing seas

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⇢ tw: angsty, suggestive in the end, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: shanks has to sail away.

the night was quieter than usual, the soft hum of the bar fading into the background as you and shanks stood outside, just beyond the warm glow of the lanterns.

 the salty breeze carried the distant sound of waves, a reminder of where he was meant to be, where he always belonged. yet, for a moment, he lingered, as if reluctant to step away.

"so this is it, huh?" you murmured, your arms crossed loosely over your chest, trying to mask the ache settling deep inside you.

shanks gave you a lopsided smile, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

"for now," he said, his voice warm but edged with something heavier, something unspoken. "you know i’ll always come back."

"yeah, i know." you nodded, even though it didn’t make it any easier. 

his hand reached out, fingers grazing your cheek before settling against your skin, his touch gentle, lingering.

 "you gonna miss me, sweetheart?" he teased lightly, but there was a quiet vulnerability beneath his words.

 "maybe just a little." you scoffed, rolling your eyes even as a small smile pulled at your lips.

he chuckled, pulling you closer, wrapping you in the warmth of him, the scent of the sea clinging to his coat. 

you breathed him in, memorizing the feeling, knowing it had to last you until the next time.

"i should go," he murmured, but he made no move to pull away.

you tilted your head up to look at him, your fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

 "not yet," you whispered.

his gaze darkened slightly, understanding settling between you. 

the air felt heavier, charged with something that had been building for too long.

without another word, he kissed you.

slow and deep, like he was trying to make time stop, like he wanted to leave a piece of himself with you. 

and maybe he did.

and he wanted to place a piece of him inside you too.

and he definitely did asthe night stretched on. 

it didn’t matter if by the time the first hints of dawn began to creep over the horizon, shanks had to leave. 

no, the only thing that mattered was your love, and he proved it by leaving behind more than just a memory, more than just whispered promises in the dark.

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Burns

Charlie Swan x fem!reader, Carlisle Cullen x fem!reader 

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: age gap (for both men, both are legal but carlisle is like 223297493 years old so do with that what you’d like lol), burns (second and first degree), doctors office, me knowing too much about twilight 

Author’s Note: IM WRITING A PART 2 RN BUT WANTED TO SEE IF YOU GUYS LIKED THIS <3 I literally randomly had a burst of inspo to write this and i lowkey love it…

Summary: You’re a waitress at the local diner to pay off tuition in the summer. You have a small crush on the chief of police who comes in to get his coffee from you. You thought that was all it was until you met the resident doctor when you have a mishap and now you’re stuck between two incredibly charming men that both have a little crush on you. 

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Forks, Washington was under a near constant cover of rain. You were aware of it when you woke up in the morning, prepared to see the dreary weather that greeted you through the window. You could smell the rain on the pavement before it came, see it in the clouds as they hovered above. You were always prepared for it, always ready for it. 

Today, the sun was out. Summer usually calls for something more temperate. You found that those days weren’t necessarily unwelcome, but never your favorite. Everyone went outside when it was sunny. You could see people you hadn’t seen in ages. You never made an effort to see them in the first place for a reason. There was an uncharacteristic amount of skin showing. It may only be mid 70s but everyone suddenly acted like the ocean water was a relief to their burning skin. 

You sweat easily, especially in the diner. The Lodge had little to no air conditioning and the sun brought people in droves. Everyone wanted a bite to eat. They all remembered the diner had milkshakes. It was never a great mix for a waitress. 

You turned the corner on your heel, giving a quaint smile to Cora, your coworker. She looked like she was going to melt away. 

“Do you think anyones gonna leave early today?” she asked quietly behind the counter. You shook your head. She had the coffee pot in her hand and was holding it tightly so it didn’t spill. You looked around the packed diner, laughter bubbling from sections where it normally was silent. You shook your head, giving her a sad look. 

“We’re in for one.” 

“I should’ve called out,” she muttered. “You should’ve called out. This place needs us.” You shook your head. 

“You’ve gotta put food on the table,” you reminded her. She had a kid who was going into middle school. You had met her when Cora brought her in, her headphones stuck in her ears and reading some trashy teen novel. 

“Always the voice of reason,” she muttered. “Plus, you gotta pay tuition.” 

“Don’t remind me.” 

You were going to college in Seattle but always worked the summers back in Forks. You loved the little town despite its insanity. You found that most of it was quiet, even on louder days. Plus, it was always easy to find a job back home. You were practically shoved the waitress apron when you returned this summer. You had been doing it since you graduated high school, always trying to find something to keep yourself occupied. You were coming upon your senior year in college and the extra money helped immensely. 

“Hey, your boyfriends here,” Cora teased. She pushed herself off the counter to refill someone’s coffee cup. You furrowed your brows in confusion even though you knew exactly who she meant. 

You watched as chief of police Charlie Swan walked through the doors with a clink of the bell above his head. He met your eyes and gave you an awkward half wave, which you returned slightly more enthusiastically. He walked up to the counter, squeezing between the people sitting there. Someone said hello to him and he gave them a nod in acknowledgment. 

“You guys are busy today huh?” he questioned, scoffing. 

“Just a bit,” you admitted. His presence never ceased to bring butterflies to your stomach. Maybe you were harboring a small/not so small crush on the sheriff but you tried your best not to show it. You assured Cora it was just something silly for you to feel as you passed through your work day. Still, her eyes lingered on yours as she went around the counter to greet someone else because she knew you were busy. “It’s the sun.” 

“Brings out all the loonies,” he said. 

“I imagine you’re busy out there too.” He was always scanning around to make sure no one was doing anything wrong. His eyes flicked from you to the people beside him, then back to you. 

“Taking my 15.” 

“Just to see lil ol me?” you teased. Even as the words left your mouth you felt self conscious of them. This time though, he gave a half smile. 

“You make the best coffee I’ve ever had,” he promised. You tried not to get flustered. 

“Well, it looks like you need a double today, Sheriff.” 

“Charlie, how many times do I have to tell you?” You rolled your eyes. He leaned against the diner counter even though there were no seats. You turned around, every other table lost in your mind. Cora would help you out until he left.

“Well Charlie, it might be too hot for a hot coffee. You could’ve gone to one of those fancy coffee shops,” you offered, grabbing a coffee pot. 

“Yeah, can you imagine me ordering there? I have a hard enough time with you.” 

“I think I get what you mean by now,” you joked. You poured him a cup and grabbed three sugars and two creams. “Anything else?” 

“You always this quick with your service?” he questioned, looking at the people down the line who hadn’t gotten their food. 

“I’m just the coffee girl with a pretty smile. I don’t control the food orders.” You handed him a stirring stick as he opened his sugar packets. “Plus, you’re the chief of police Charlie. I don’t wanna get arrested.” He chuckled, a real genuine laugh. 

“I think I’ll let you off for this one.” You smiled at your success. The laugh was guaranteed to be the highlight of your shift. 

“Thanks Charlie.” You turned back to the kitchen which was starting to call things out. “Anything else?”

“No ma’am.” He grabbed some cash out of his wallet. “Keep the change.” 

“You’re my favorite customer Charlie,” you joked at his more than generous tip of 100%. He did a little salute with his finger and raised the cup to you. 

“Go do your job otherwise you’re bound to get more angry customers than I am.” 

You nodded once and bowed out of the conversation gracefully. You grabbed the food from behind you and started to bring it out. Cora gave you a look as you passed her, the smile plastered on your face a clear tell of your conversation. 

“Peach cobbler,” you said to one of your regulars. She was a small old lady who always came in on Saturdays, at exactly the same time. You enjoyed talking with her and catching up on her life. She got the same thing each time and the consistency was something you appreciated. “Sorry it’s been slower today Miss. Heidi. The heat has the whole of Forks out!” She shook her head, brushing you off. 

“No worries at all,” she assured you. “It’s not like I’m not gonna come back.” You shared in her shaky laughter. She picked up her fork just as you were about to leave and pointed it at Charlie. “You making heart eyes at the chief over there sweetheart?” You flushed immediately. Maybe you weren’t so great at hiding it. 

“Maybe. But keep your mouth shut Heidi,” you whispered with a smile. She chuckled. Her eyes lingered on Charlie who was finishing his coffee already. He had started a conversation with the man beside him. Charlie seemed to know everyone in town. 

“Aren’t you a little young for him?” You rolled your eyes. 

“It’s perfectly constenting and legal,” you assured her. “I’m plenty older than his daughter if that’s what you’re gonna say.” 

“I was gonna mention.” Her eyes wrinkled at the edges, shaking her head. Her movements didn’t feel like she was disagreeing with you. More so that she was gossiping with a friend, just girls being girls. “He had his heart broken by her mother, you know. He’s a good man.” 

“Is that your consent Heidi? Because I don’t even know if he feels the same way.” Your voice was lighthearted. She grabbed your hand, her saggy skin feeling comforting. 

“I wouldn’t worry too much sweetheart.” You scrunched your face a little and shook off her words. You were still on the clock. 

“Enjoy your peach cobbler Heidi.” 

-

You brushed your hair out of your face. The sun had finally subsided for the evening, giving way for the clouds. You embraced their presence, appreciating the way that the cool air felt on your overworked skin. Cora was still hanging around after her shift, waiting for her husband to come pick her up. You sat on the back steps of The Lodge, watching the trees sway. 

“The air feels so crisp,” you muttered. 

“You say the weirdest things,” she grumbled, laughing. She was leaning against the building. “It’s the trees.” 

“I know.” You were going to leave right after work and finally drive back home but you needed a moment to sit and enjoy the day. It had been a long shift. Cora and you were officially trauma bonded. 

“How was the chief?” 

“Good,” you promised. “Sweet.”

“A guy can be sweet and catch criminals?” 

“He’s assertive,” you argued. When Cora laughed she did it with her whole chest. 

“Honey, you’re down bad.” You rolled your eyes and stood up. Cora’s eyes followed you as you did so, turning back to the door inside the diner. “You’re goin back into that hellhole?” 

“Forgot my phone,” you said. “Also, I am not. It’s a work crush. I’m entitled to one! Just like you like the produce guy!” 

“I do not like the produce guy. I think he’s hot. Big difference!” You rolled your eyes as you opened the door back inside. The heat hit you again, unpleasantly. You had to weave through the cooks to get back to the front. You couldn’t remember when you had put your phone down. You were making a phone call during your break. Maybe you had left it on hte steps outside after all? 

“Hey Jerry?!” you called to the cook in the back.

“What?!” 

“You seen my phone?” 

“No! All I’ve seen are burgers!” You rolled your eyes harder this time and dipped underneath the counter to see if you had put it with the sugars and stuff. You let out an annoyed groan when it wasn’t there. 

You turned too quick and ran right into the closing waitress. She was holding a hot pot of coffee and effectively spilled it all over you. You gasped involuntarily, the feeling of scorching coffee seeping through your clothes. The gasp turned into a seethe as you packed up. You could hear her speaking, the high pitched, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” reverberating off your eardrums. You had dropped coffee on yourself before. All you could think of was that you needed a towel and some cold water. 

You turned on a dime and walked back to the kitchen. You turned on the sink back there and fumbled your hand around for a towel to use. 

“Jerry, towel,” you mumbled, the burning skin now setting into a tingle. He turned his head around and saw you. He started to fumble around. You walked in front of him to grab the towel and just barely lost your balance, causing your hand to fly up onto the table. 

Right onto the stove. 

This time you yelped. The coffee was already forgotten as there was now more of an issue at hand. 

“Woah dollface!” Jerry exclaimed. He grabbed your wrist because you were just staring at your red hand. You had put your entire palm down. You looked up at him, tears staining your eyes from pain, and he brought you over to the sink. 

“Oh fuck,” you groaned as he put it under the cold water. It didn’t subside any pain, just added another sensation. “Jerry that hurts!” 

“Hey Y/N, I have your phone in my apron.” Cora came through the door to witness you breathing heavily next to the sink, Jerry the cook practically holding you down. 

“She burned her hand on the stove,” he explained. 

“She spilled coffee on me,” you blubbered childishly. You could feel all your body parts at once, like you were on fire. You had no brain power to say anything else. 

“Oh Jesus,” Cora muttered. She rushed forward, grabbing your wrist to look at it. “You gotta get this checked out honey.” You gave her a somber looking face. “I know, I know. I’ll take you. Where’s your car keys?” You reached in your apron with your non burnt hand. It was soaking wet from the coffee. 

“Is she okay?” the waitress asked, sticking her head through the window. 

“She burned her hand on the stove,” Jerry said. 

“She what?!” 

Cora put her hand on your back, leading you out the door. You took deep breaths, in through your nose and out through your mouth. You were fine. You were gonna be fine. 

“I’ll be okay,” you whispered. “You have to g-”

“I’ll have Steven do it,” she said. Her husband. You gave her a look of pure thankfulness as she helped you into the passenger seat of her car. 

“I really don’t have to go to the hospital over this,” you tried to say. 

“I know you don’t. But I think it’s safer than waiting.” You put your head against your headrest. 

-

Cora dragged you by your free arm to the front desk. She was the one who gave your name and your information as you stood beside her, holding your hand. You looked like a mess, given the coffee all over you. You were sure this could all just be fixed by some water and ointment from the store but Cora insisted. 

She rambled on about how a family member hadn’t gone in for a burn and it ended up being more severe then they thought, damaging below the skin. Her words were not comforting. 

Eventually they called you back to be looked at. You sat on an exam table with a thin paper on top. A nurse had come in to check on you and give you something for your hand while you waited for the doctor. 

You were in a row of beds. Cora pulled the curtains aside to give you privacy. 

“I really don’t think that’s necessary,” you said. 

“They don't get to know all your business. HIPAA or whatever.” You squinted. 

“I don’t think-” 

“Ladies.” Carlisle Cullen stepped through the curtain at the open side. He was holding a clipboard, a charming smile plastered on his face. Your breath hitched at the sight of him. He was gorgeous. “Y/N, I hear you burned your hand.” You nodded. 

“And her chest,” Cora muttered. She must have noticed Carlisle’s looks as well. Or maybe she just noticed your reaction to him. You cleared your throat. 

“I had coffee spilled on me.” 

“No, you should check it out. It’s bad.” You gave a look. Carlisle’s smile remained, shaking his head. You had heard of him but never had a reason to come out and see him. You wouldn’t even call this a valid reason. 

“Sounds like an awful case of bad luck.” You nodded. “Can I take a look?” He sat on a spinny chair and pulled it towards you. You extended your hand to him. 

“I’m gonna go call Steven,” she said to you. You nodded. She patted your back, her eyes lingering on your doctor even as she left. Carlisle held your hand in his, gently looking it over. You looked down at him. 

“A stove did this?” 

“Yeah. It was dumb,” you promised. “I lost my balance looking for a rag for the coffee burn.” 

“And that’s okay?” You nodded. 

“I think. I mean, my hand feels way worse,” you assured him. 

“Your friend seems to think otherwise.” 

“Cora’s dramatic by nature.” He laughed gently. 

“Well the stove fought back.” He wheeled backwards towards the table beside your bed. “It looks like second degree burns on your hand. I’ll send you home with some ointment for it and you’ll wanna wrap it up so that you don’t get it caught on your clothes or anything.” You nodded. “I’ll wrap it for you first, show you how to do it.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Of course.” He stood up and fumbled in the desks drawer. “Are you sure you don’t want me to check on the coffee burns?” He glanced back at you. You looked down at your shirt. It had mostly gotten your stomach. You could still feel pain there, probably driven by the fact you never got to clean it off. 

“If you think it’ll help?”

“Stomach burns are interesting just because of their placement. It’s harder to wrap them. I think it would be beneficial for me to make sure they’re only first degree, if anything.” You nodded. You would listen to him read the phone book. 

“Okay.” He walked back over. Before even touching your shirt he made eye contact with you. 

“Only if you’re comfortable. I can wait till your friend comes back if you want me to.” You shook your head. 

“I’m okay!” you promised. You cleared your throat and grabbed the hem of your shirt. You carefully lifted it up over your torso, holding it just above the wet spot. Carlisle’s eyes went down to your body. 

“You said the hand hurt more?”

“By far.” 

“Can I touch you?” Please. You cleared your throat again. 

“Sure.” He put an icy hand on your hip, lightly brushing your burn with his thumb. 

“How much does that hurt? Scale one to ten?” 

“Five.” He applied more pressure. 

“Now?” 

“Seven. Your hands are really cold, which could be worsening the effects,” you joked. He chuckled, his lips turning up a bit. 

“Sorry about that.” He backed up a bit. You put your shirt back down. “Those are first degree burns. It only hit in some spots. Should feel numb or touchy for a couple days. You can put the ointment there too but you shouldn’t have to wrap it up.”

“The hand needs it.”

“The hand needs it,” he agreed. He had put some stuff on the counter, which he now took in his hands. He squeezed something out a bottle and put a bit of it on his finger, taking your hand back in his. “Let me know if the pressure is too much.” 

You watched him, your free hands fingers curled under the bed you were sitting on. He gently covered your hand, using such a light touch that it was like he was barely there. 

“You’re good at this.” 

“It’s my job,” he said, smiling. “Are you from out of town? I don’t think I’ve had you in here before.” 

“Just lucky,” you quipped. “I go to college in Seattle too so I’m usually out there.” He nodded slowly. 

“Fancy.”

“The drive back is beautiful.” He nodded slowly. His hand lingered on yours as he examined his work. “So is this town.” 

“Do you work at the diner?”

“Yeah! That’s where I got this beauty.” He scooted back, grabbing the bandages.

“I think my son’s seen you there. He’s graduating high school in a year and likes his seclusion,” he explained. 

“Son?” you asked. 

“Edward.” 

“No, I’m just stunned you have a child. You look far too young,” you said, laughing incredibly. He grinned sheepishly. You tried not to think of him being married or the lack of ring on his finger. 

“He’s technically my foster son,” he described. 

“I see. Do you do it all on your own?” You winced. That was aggressive. “I don’t mean to pry.” “It’s alright,” he said, shaking his head, completely cool. “Yes, they’re all under my care. I haven’t found the right one quite yet. Plus, she’d have to take on more than a couple stragglers with me.” His eyes flicked up to yours. They met for a moment longer than they should have. You had to look away. 

“Sounds like a task.” 

“It’s definitely not for everyone.” He tightened your bandage. “There. I’ll send you home with some of this, it’ll be sent to wherever you get your prescriptions.” He stepped back from you. “Try to be careful around stoves next time.”

“Yes sir.” He gave you one more look, a kind hearted smile and then was on his way. You followed him until he was gone out of view. You were glad he hadn’t checked your pulse because you were sure it was beating out of your chest. Cora came around the corner. 

“He’s too old for you too,” she said. You laughed dryly, shaking your head. You could practically still feel his touch on your hand. So gentle. 

“You’ll learn to get used to it,” you teased her. She rolled her eyes. “Were you waiting out there the whole time?” 

“Wanted to give you and Doctor Dreamy some alone time.” 

“You’re such a wingwoman!” 

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell the Sheriff.” 

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݁ . 𔘓 ؛ are we?

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⇢ akagami no shanks x bartender!reader.

⇢ tw: fluff,english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: shanks is confused because he dosen’t understand why everyone talks about them.

the evening was quiet at the bar, the usual hum of patrons filled the space, but there was an odd sense of calm between you and shanks.

 he sat on one of the barstools, sipping a drink, watching you work as you prepped a few dishes behind the counter.

 it had been a long day, and you were glad to be getting a moment to just breathe, but shanks couldn’t seem to shake off the curious feeling that had been growing in him ever since you’d both stepped into town.

"hey," he said, catching your attention as you flipped a pan, the sizzle filling the air. "i can’t help but notice... why’s everyone been talking about us lately? i mean, it’s like they all know something i don’t."

you paused for a moment, glancing over at him with a small smile, clearly amused by his confusion. it was hard not to be, given the fact that he, the infamous red-haired pirate, had no clue what the town was whispering about.

"well, shanks... it’s because we’re official now."  you wiped your hands on a towel before answering, your voice light and teasing. 

his eyebrows shot up in surprise, and for a second, he almost choked on his drink. 

"official?" he repeated, a playful glint in his eye. "are we?"

"i don’t know, are we?" you shrugged slightly, your smile tugging at the corners of your lips. 

shanks leaned back in his chair, looking thoughtful for a moment before he chuckled, shaking his head as if the whole thing was just too funny.

 "well, if they say so…" he said with a teasing smirk, clearly enjoying this little back-and-forth. "guess we can’t deny it then."

"you sure you’re ready for that? for people to know we’re together?" you leaned against the counter, giving him a playful look.

he grinned, his usual confident demeanor returning in full force. 

"why not? if the world’s ready to talk, we might as well let them know the truth." he stood up from the stool, closing the space between you two in a few long strides

. "we’re official, then," he said softly, taking your hand in his. "if you’re okay with that."

your heart fluttered in your chest as he held your gaze, and you felt a warmth spread through you. 

"i guess we are," you whispered, your fingers tightening around his. "official."

"guess that means we’re stuck with each other now, huh?" shanks leaned in then, his lips brushing against your forehead before he pulled back with a grin. 

"guess so, redhead."you chuckled, your heart lighter than it had been in a long time. 

"good. because I wouldn’t have it any other way." he smiled wider, a glimmer of something deeper in his eyes as he took your hand in his once more, pulling you closer.

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 . 𔘓 ؛ monkey d. luffy

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⇢ akagami no shanks x bartender!reader.

⇢ tw: fluff,english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: luffy goes to y/n’s bar as he is in trouble because of stealing.

aubrey was used to seeing all kinds of people come and go through her bar, but luffy was different.

he had first stumbled in a while back, wild-eyed and hungry, a grin that stretched from ear to ear despite the clear exhaustion on his face.

aubrey had been behind the bar at the time, just finishing up some cleaning, when she noticed him pacing around, looking confused and more than a little lost.

she could tell right away that he wasgoing to be a pirate, his demeanor too carefree, but there was something genuine in the way he carried himself that intrigued her.

at first, she’d just asked if he was looking for something to eat.

"i’m starving!" without skipping a beat, luffy had eagerly replied with a simple.

aubrey had laughed and made him a quick meal, nothing fancy, but enough to satisfy his hunger.

as she handed it over, she’d been surprised when he grinned widely and started devouring it like he hadn’t eaten in days.

they talked a little here and there, and she quickly learned that he had a tendency to get in trouble for the oddest reasons.

he wasn’t malicious, just... thoughtless at times. over time, their relationship had blossomed into a bit of an unspoken arrangement.

luffy would pop in when he was passing through town, and aubrey, knowing he didn’t have much to his name, would feed him for free, no questions asked. it was a small kindness she offered to the young pirate, and he’d always leave with a loud

“thank you!” and a full belly, promising to come back whenever he was in town again.

today, however, was a bit different. luffy had found himself in a bit of trouble after helping himself to some food from a local market without paying. the shopkeeper was angry, but luffy had been too busy to even notice the mistake until it was already too late. that’s when he had found his way back to aubrey’s bar, hoping she might be able to help him out like she always did.

shanks was leaning casually by the bar when he noticed luffy walk in, his usual loud personality dampened by the sense of guilt hanging over him.

aubrey gave luffy a nod as he approached her, but her focus quickly shifted back to the shopkeeper standing behind the counter. she had to sort out the mess that luffy had made.

“hey, luffy. what’s going on?” she asked, voice calm but with an undercurrent of concern. she’d always had a soft spot for the kid, despite his reckless nature.

“uhh,” luffy scratched his head, a sheepish look replacing his usual grin. “i might’ve, uh, taken some food without paying for it.” he glanced nervously at aubrey, waiting for her to scold him, but she just sighed and motioned for him to sit down at the bar.

“let me take care of this, alright?” aubrey said, her voice firm but not unkind.

“stay here, i’ll handle it.” she turned to the shopkeeper, who had been glaring at luffy from across the room, clearly still upset but willing to let it slide if the situation was resolved properly.

aubrey walked toward him, explaining the misunderstanding and offering to pay for what luffy had taken, something she had done a few times before.

meanwhile, shanks, who had been watching the exchange with a bemused expression, leaned closer to luffy.

“so you’re the guy causing all this trouble?” shanks asked with a slight grin, his voice carrying an amused tone.

luffy, still looking somewhat uncomfortable, shifted on his seat.

“yeah, guess so. but i didn’t mean to, honest!” he threw his hands up in defense. “i was just hungry, and it’s not like they’re gonna miss it, right?”

shanks chuckled, taking a sip of his drink, clearly entertained by luffy’s carefree attitude.

“you know, you might want to try paying for things every now and then. i don’t think this kind of stuff is gonna fly everywhere you go. even a pirate has to keep some kind of rules, or you’ll find yourself in real trouble.” the older man spoke.

luffy nodded vigorously.

“yeah, i get it! no more stealing!” he said earnestly, though there was a hint of mischief in his eyes, as if he wasn’t entirely convinced he’d be able to follow through.

shanks raised an eyebrow.

“i wouldn’t bet on that,” he teased, leaning back in his chair. he had seen this kind of reckless spirit before, and he knew it would take a lot more than a few words to change luffy’s ways. but it was entertaining to watch the kid try, and shanks wasn’t in any hurry to rush things.

while shanks and luffy exchanged lighthearted banter, aubrey had finished sorting out the payment. she returned to the bar, and as she did, she glanced at shanks, her expression softening.

“he didn’t mean to cause any harm,” she explained, her voice kind but firm. she didn’t want the pirate captain to think she was excusing luffy’s behavior, but she understood him in a way most others didn’t.

shanks raised his glass slightly in a casual salute, acknowledging aubrey’s words.

“i get it,” he said, his tone understanding but still playful.

“he’s a good kid. just needs a bit of direction, i suppose.” he turned to luffy with a knowing look. “but he’s also got a lot of potential. you could do worse than him on your crew, aubrey.”

aubrey gave him a small smile.

“maybe, but he’s got to learn a little about responsibility first,” she replied, her eyes flicking toward luffy as he nodded solemnly, agreeing in his own way. “i’m just glad he’s got people like you around to help him out.”

“well, i don’t know about that. but i’ll keep an eye on him. just don’t let him get too far into trouble. i think he has enough energy to get himself into it without much help from the rest of us.” shanks chuckled, raising an eyebrow.

“oh, i’ll be sure to keep an eye on him, don’t worry.” aubrey laughed, shaking her head fondly.

“thanks for everything, aubrey! i’ll make it up to you, i swear!” the two pirates exchanged a few more words, and luffy, looking a little more at ease, finished his drink and stood up.

“just don’t steal anything else,” she called out with a teasing smile as luffy waved enthusiastically, heading for the door. shanks followed, a final chuckle escaping his lips.

it was moments like this, unpredictable, slightly chaotic, but full of warmth, that made aubrey’s life a little brighter. and though luffy might get himself into trouble again, she knew she’d be there to help him out when he needed it.

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 . 𔘓 ؛ ways of love

⇢ masterlist

⇢ pt.1 pt.2 pt.3

⇢ s1!seong gi-hun x reader, cho sang-woo x reader, kang sae-byeok x reader, abdul ali x reader

⇢ a/n: hiii, i'm back, sorry i was off for all this time, but everything has been too much lately but i'm better now soooo squid game headcanons ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

⇢ tw: fluff, not poly they’re separated, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary:  what are their love languages? 

🎰₊˚seong gi-hun·˚ 

₊he’s sooo sweet, he surely loves to cuddle with you, which will probably end up in him tickling you while you both giggle playfully.

₊expect a lot of pda, this man loves you and looooves to show he loves you, he will never shut up about you.

₊he would love to walk with you and his daughter in the park, maybe have a picnic there.

₊he didn't tell you when he got into the game, he didn't want you to know because he'd think you would think he was a loser and you would leave him </3

🔪₊˚cho sang-woo·˚ 

₊he’s more reserved, he actually doesn't like pda but will have his arm around your shoulder or waist, he likes to show that you're his and he's yours.

₊always having his scent around, the tobacco and cheap cologne that always lingers around him also follows you.

₊he will definitely try to take you to at least an elegant restaurant, he feels like you deserve it.

₊he probably lied to you about the games, just like he did with his mother, but it would be harder for him to it with you.

🧢₊˚kang sae-byeok·˚ 

₊she’s very private, i feel like nobody would know you two are dating except for his brother and a few more people like really close friends

₊SHE DEFINITELY HOLDS YOUR PINKY, i'm so sure she will walk just holding pinkies in such a gentle, sweet way.

₊she soooooo protective of you, always being around you, you low-key have scary dog privilege with her

₊she did tell you about the games, so that you took care of her brother, so you knew she wasn't coming back when gi-hun came as she asked him in the games </3.

🔵₊˚abdul ali·˚ 

₊sweetest man on earth, he's like a little puppy always around you all over you, kissing you and hugging you.

₊this man loves you and loves to show the world how he loves you, he will never shut up about you, is he's favorite topic.

₊he would definitely cook you as his love language, and he cooks soooooo fucking good.

₊he did tell you about the games, just that not so clearly, so you thought he had left you when he didn't came back <////3

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Hi! I love how you write so much! You do such an incredible job!

I was hoping maybe you could do a Smoker X Wife reader who is always making sure he isn’t neglecting his health.

We all know Smoky has to be a workaholic and a perfectionist so he is always determined to do his job 100% while neglecting his health. Meaning no sleep and forgetting to eat.

 . 𔘓 ؛ four times

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⇢ husband!smoker x wife!reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, gender-neutral reader, mild injury care, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: 4 times y/n, smoker’s wife, takes care of him.

the first time you took care of smoker was after a nasty skirmish at the harbor.

a brawl with a rogue group of pirates had left him bruised and battered, though, as always, he shrugged it off like it was nothing.

"it's just a scratch," he grumbled as you pulled him into your shared quarters, his coat slung over your arm after he'd stubbornly refused to leave it behind.

"scratch or not, you're sitting down," you countered firmly, guiding him to the chair by the window. "let me take a look."

he huffed but relented, muttering about how he'd dealt with worse. the sight of him, the man known for his imposing presence,reduced to a scuffed-up heap made your heart twist with concern.

gently, you rolled up his sleeve to reveal a gash along his forearm, not deep but angry-looking and raw.

"you really need to stop punching things with your bare hands," you teased, trying to keep the mood light.

"they deserved it," smoker replied, his gravelly voice tinged with pride.

"and now you're paying for it." you chuckled despite yourself, reaching for the first-aid kit.

as you cleaned and bandaged the wound, his eyes stayed on you, softening as your hands worked carefully but efficiently. it was rare for him to sit still like this, to let someone tend to him without protest.

"you don't have to fuss over me," he said quietly.

"i’m not fussing," you replied, tying the bandage securely. "i’m making sure you don’t bleed all over the place. big difference."

"still. thanks." his lips quirked into the smallest of smiles.

you brushed a hand gently over his knuckles before letting go. "always," you said softly. "now stop getting into fights you don’t have to."

"no promises," he muttered, but there was warmth in his voice now.

"figured as much." you sighed, shaking your head.

and though smoker might've never been one for overt displays of affection, in that quiet room, with the soft creak of the ship and your hands tending to his wounds, there was no denying the depth of the bond you shared.

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the second time you took care of smoker was after a long day of work, where he’d been out on a particularly frustrating mission. he’d come back late, his face pinched with exhaustion, and his usually sharp demeanour dulled from the weight of the day.

you found him sitting at the kitchen table, rubbing his temples, trying to shake off the tension in his neck. the moment he saw you, he grumbled a half-hearted greeting.

“rough day?” you asked, already setting a warm mug of tea on the table in front of him.

“you could say that,” smoker muttered, his eyes still unfocused. his whole posture screamed exhaustion, like every muscle in his body had been pushed to its limits.

you moved to sit beside him, your hand gently resting on his shoulder.

"come on," you said softly. "let me help you relax."

with a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly as you began massaging his neck. the weight of his usual stoic demeanour seemed to melt away under your touch, and for the first time in a long while, he let himself be vulnerable.

“i’m fine,” he said, though the words were quiet, almost as if he didn’t quite believe them himself.

“yeah, i know,” you whispered. “but sometimes, even the toughest need to take a break.”

you continued working your fingers into the knots in his shoulders, feeling the tension slowly dissipate as he let out a soft sigh.

his hand rested over yours as you massaged his neck, a silent thanks, the touch more tender than he would ever say out loud.

"you always know how to make me feel better," smoker muttered, his voice low but genuine.

you smiled gently, brushing a strand of his hair away from his face. "it's the least i can do," you said, leaning closer to press a soft kiss to the top of his head.

for a moment, the world outside the kitchen faded away, leaving just the two of you in that quiet, peaceful space. and as you continued to help him unwind, it became clear that, even though he never asked for help, he always appreciated it when you were there for him.

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the third time you took care of smoker was on a day when he’d been buried in paperwork for hours. the sound of flipping pages and the occasional frustrated grunt was the only noise in the office, his eyes glued to the pile of documents that seemed never-ending.

you had noticed that he hadn’t taken a break in ages, barely even noticing the time pass as he worked. it was a familiar sight, one that often made you worry—he tended to push himself too hard, and sometimes he forgot to take care of himself in the process.

so, you decided to do something about it.

quietly, you walked into the room with a tray of food in your hands—nothing fancy, just his favourite dish of rice and grilled fish, a small bowl of soup on the side.

you set it down gently on the desk next to him, and his tired eyes flickered up at you, a flash of surprise crossing his face.

"i didn’t ask for food," smoker muttered, his gaze drifting back to the paperwork.

“i know," you said, offering him a playful smile as you slid the tray closer to him. "but you haven't eaten in hours. and if i have to keep reminding you to take care of yourself, i will."

he grunted, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite himself. he didn’t say anything else as you sat down across from him, simply reaching for the chopsticks and starting to eat.

you watched him for a moment, just enjoying the rare sight of him slowing down, his shoulders less tense as he took a break from his endless work.

after a few minutes, smoker finally spoke, his voice softened by the warmth of the meal. "you always know what i need before i do, huh?"

you gave a small, quiet laugh. "i’ve been with you long enough to know when you’re running on empty."

he didn’t answer right away, but you caught the way he looked at you, the slightest bit of gratitude in his tired eyes.

when the meal was finished, you gently cleared the tray and gave him a look that silently told him to rest.

he gave in, leaning back in his chair, allowing himself to take a breath.

"thanks," he said quietly, his voice sincere. "i don’t know what i’d do without you."

you smiled softly. "you’d probably eat instant noodles and get a headache from all that paperwork," you teased.

smoker chuckled under his breath, relaxing for the first time that day. “guess i’ll have to keep you around then, huh?”

“that’s the plan,” you said, your voice light with affection as you moved to sit beside him, content just to be in his company.

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the fourth time you took care of smoker was the quietest yet most intimate. after a long day of chasing down leads, dealing with paperwork, and handling countless responsibilities, smoker had barely kept his eyes open by the time he returned home.

as he slumped onto the couch, sighing deeply, you noticed how utterly exhausted he was. his usual sharp edge seemed dulled, his body slumped as if it couldn’t hold itself up anymore. you knew he’d been running on fumes for too long.

without saying a word, you quietly grabbed a blanket and draped it over his form, gently smoothing it down as you moved to sit beside him. smoker didn’t protest; he barely even looked up from his tired, bleary eyes.

“you should get some sleep,” you murmured softly, brushing a hand through his hair, trying to ease the tension from his shoulders.

he muttered something unintelligible under his breath, his body shifting slightly as if he wanted to pull away from the world, but he didn’t. instead, he leaned into your touch, closing his eyes as if he knew that for once, he could let someone else take care of him.

“i’ll be fine,” smoker muttered, his voice thick with exhaustion.

you shook your head with a small smile, settling beside him more comfortably. “you’re always fine until you burn out, but tonight, you’re going to sleep. and i’ll be here when you wake up.”

he let out a deep, contented sigh, still wary but too tired to argue. the tension in his muscles slowly unravelled as he relaxed under the warmth of your touch. you sat beside him, not speaking, simply existing in the quiet moments.

eventually, smoker drifted off to sleep, his breathing soft and even. you didn’t move, not wanting to disturb him. instead, you stayed close, keeping watch as he rested—his peace was all that mattered now.

you could feel your eyelids growing heavy, but you stayed alert, the quiet weight of his presence beside you keeping you grounded.

smoker had always been the one to protect others, the one who carried the burden alone, but tonight, you were there to share the weight of the world with him, even if only for a while.

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HEYHEY!!! I absolutely love your headcanons, please never give up!!

So, could you do a "how did i get so lucky to find you?" with Luffy?? If I may, I would like the reader to have gone through difficult things and Luffy would always try to cheer them up.

Have a great day, and take your time to do It! <33

 . 𔘓 ؛ finding joy

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⇢ writing prompts

⇢ monkey d.luffy x reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, gender-neutral reader, comforting luffy, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: "how did i get so lucky to find you?" prompt with luffy.

the crew bustled around the deck, preparing for the evening, but you sat off to the side, quiet and lost in thought.

memories from your past weighed heavily on your mind, the ache of things you couldn’t change pressing hard against your chest.

luffy noticed immediately.

he always did when something was off. bounding over to your side, he plopped down beside you, his wide grin unyielding despite your somber expression.

“whatcha thinking about?” he asked, tilting his head like a curious child.

you sighed, the weight of your thoughts lingering even as you appreciated his presence.

“just... old stuff,” you murmured. “things that are hard to forget.”

his brow furrowed briefly, not entirely understanding, but his determination to help shone through.

“well, thinking too much makes your head hurt,” he said with simple conviction. “and if your head hurts, you can’t eat as much meat. so you gotta stop!”

“that’s your solution for everything, isn’t it?” despite yourself, a small laugh escaped your lips.

“yep!” he declared proudly, stretching his arms up toward the sky. “but it works, right? see, you’re already smiling!”

“you’re something else, luffy.” you shook your head, a mixture of amusement and affection bubbling to the surface.

“you bet I am!” he grinned wider, clearly taking it as a compliment.

the ache in your chest eased as you looked at him, his carefree nature pulling you from the grip of your past.

“how did i get so lucky to find you?” you asked, half to yourself but loud enough for him to hear.

“lucky? did i lose something?” his head tilted again, confusion flickering across his face.

“no, luffy. it’s just... you make things better, even when it feels like they can’t be.” you laughed fully this time, shaking your head.

“well, yeah! we’re nakama! that’s what we do!” his grin returned, brighter than ever.

and in that moment, you realized that no matter how heavy the past felt, luffy’s unwavering spirit would always be there to remind you of the joy waiting just ahead.

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could you do nico robin x reader with prompt "you've been holding my hand for hours, are you sure you're not tired?" i feel like i barely see any fics bout her and one of my favs😅😭

 . 𔘓 ؛ always within reach

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⇢ writing prompts

⇢ nico robin x reader.

⇢ tw: fluffff so much fluff,fluff, gender-neutral reader, affectionate robin, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: "you've been holding my hand for hours, are you sure you're not tired?" prompt with my love my WOMAN, i love her.

it was a rare moment of peace, the crew scattered across the ship, each finding their own way to relax after another daring adventure. inside the library, the dim afternoon light filtered through the windows, casting golden patches on the wooden floor.

the soft hum of the ocean blended with the creak of the ship as the thousand sunny gently rocked on the waves.

nico robin sat gracefully in her chair, legs crossed, a thick leather-bound book open in her lap.

her brow furrowed slightly in concentration as her eyes glided over the text. you sat opposite her, attempting to focus on your own reading, but your attention kept straying toward her.

there was something mesmerizing about the way robin carried herself; calm, composed, and elegant even in the most mundane moments. without thinking, you let out a quiet sigh, catching her attention.

“something on your mind?” she asked gently, her voice a soothing contrast to the background hum of the ship.

“not really. just thinking how nice it is to have this time to relax.” you smiled, shaking your head.

“it is rare, isn’t it?” her lips curved into a knowing smile.

“can i ask you something?” you nodded, setting your book down.

“of course,” robin replied without hesitation, always open to conversation.

“can i hold your hand?” the request was soft, almost hesitant.

without missing a beat, a faint rustle of petals filled the space as a delicate hand bloomed from the table between you.

it reached out, palm open and inviting. warmth spread through your chest at the effortless display of her powers and the care with which she used them.

grinning softly, you took the conjured hand in yours, the touch surprisingly warm and grounding despite its magical nature.

“thanks,” you murmured.

“it’s my pleasure,” robin responded, her eyes already returning to her book, though the faint smile lingered on her face.

the two of you sat in comfortable silence, her hand remaining steady in yours as the minutes melted into hours. the peace between you felt unspoken yet profound.

words unnecessary to convey the bond forming through that simple connection.

after a while, you gave a soft chuckle and glanced up at her.

“you’ve been holding my hand for hours,” you teased lightly. “are you sure you’re not tired?”

“i assure you, it’s no trouble,” she said smoothly. “if anything, i find it quite pleasant.” robin's gaze lifted, amusement sparking in her eyes.

“pleasant, huh?” you teased, though your heart warmed at her words. “i guess i’ll have to trust you on that.”

her expression softened further.

“i wouldn’t offer if it weren’t true,” she reassured gently. “besides, reaching for you isn’t something i mind.”

your fingers tightened around hers slightly, the gesture both playful and sincere.

“it means a lot,” you said quietly, the weight of your gratitude evident.

“and it means a lot to me to be here,” robin replied softly, her words laced with meaning deeper than the moment itself.

time seemed to stretch in that peaceful space, your connection unwavering despite the passage of hours. whatever challenges the next day would bring, you knew you’d face them together, hand in hand, both literally and metaphorically.

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Eyooo may I request a Buggy x Reader fanfiction? I just want fluff and him detaching some limbs. That's all XD

i've already made something which is practically the same as this which is my makeup and tricks one short, think you'll love it😽

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Hey hey so I read your rules like five times and I hope this request is okay, but I was wondering if you could do "are you really just going to stand there and stare at me?" with Law x f!reader But! But here’s the kicker (the idea part) reader is very sassy and if something is said about her love one or her crew she’s gonna be the one to say something about it.

I really hope this is okay with you, um so yeah.🤗

 . 𔘓 ؛ caught in the stare

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⇢ writing prompts

⇢ trafalgar law x reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, teasing, gender-neutral reader, secret relationship, affectionate law, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: "are you really just going to stand there and stare at me?" prompt with law.

the hum of the polar tang filled the air, a comforting rhythm that underscored the clinking tools and light chatter of the crew as they worked or rested on deck.

the camaraderie was infectious, laughter bubbling up as you shared a light-hearted story about an old friend and some mischief you had gotten into back in the day.

"and then," you chuckled, waving your hand animatedly, "they actually tried to outrun a seagull. i've never seen someone get pecked so many times in my life." the crew burst into laughter, eager to hear more, but one pair of eyes wasn't focused on the tale.

law stood at the edge of the deck, half-leaning against a railing.

 his arms crossed, and though his usual serious expression remained, his eyes lingered on you with a rare softness. it wasn’t the piercing stare that made others uneasy.

it was something gentler, something you only caught glimpses of when no one else was watching.

the weight of his gaze pulled at your awareness until you turned, locking eyes with him. 

“are you really just going to stand there and stare at me?” you quipped, your tone full of playful sass.

the crew laughed, not noticing the subtle shift in law’s demeanor. his lips twitched ever so slightly, hinting at a smile he rarely showed.

 "just thinking," he responded evenly, voice smooth as ever.

“thinking about what?” you pressed, enjoying the rare chance to poke at his usual stoic nature.

“nothing you need to worry about,” he countered, adjusting his hat with that air of mystery that usually had the crew second-guessing themselves.

you leaned forward slightly, your grin widening.

 “right, captain. mysterious as always.” the teasing came naturally, but beneath it all, your heart thumped with the thrill of something more.

what the others saw as a simple exchange between crew members was, to you, one of the many secret moments that made up your relationship with law, moments built in the quiet corners of the ship or behind closed doors where no one else could intrude.

his gaze softened just a fraction more before he straightened up.

“keep distracting the crew like this, and we’ll never reach the next island,” he muttered, tone neutral but his words carrying that subtle affection you’d learned to recognize.

“whatever you say, captain,” you said, flashing him a smile that held more than a little challenge. “just don’t blame me when your crew starts demanding more stories from me instead of orders from you.”

law gave a non-committal grunt, but the amusement in his eyes lingered as he turned back to his duties.

as the rest of the crew’s focus shifted away, your gaze lingered on him. you knew the gruff exterior he wore was just one layer of the man you’d come to know. for all his sharp edges and quiet intensity, there was a warmth in law, a loyalty and affection he rarely showed outwardly, but you felt in every lingering glance and stolen touch.

despite the secrecy, the challenges, and the teasing moments like this, there was nowhere else you'd rather be.

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Can I request prompt #8 (fluff) with sanji plz?! 🥹

 . 𔘓 ؛ sunshine smiles

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⇢ writing prompts

⇢ vinsmoke sanji x reader.

⇢ tw: fluff, gender-neutral reader, affectionate sanji, domestic setting, english isn’t my first language.

⇢ summary: "you're the reason i smile every day." prompt with sanjiii.

sanji stood at the counter in the galley, his hands moving expertly as he sliced vegetables and stirred pots. the aroma of herbs and spices filled the air, wrapping the room in a comforting warmth.

the sun cast a warm, golden glow over the thousand sunny, the soft sound of waves lapping against the ship creating a peaceful rhythm.

you sat at the table nearby, a book open in front of you, though your eyes kept drifting to sanji as he moved.

there was something soothing about watching him cook, the care and passion he put into every movement, making even the simplest meal feel special.

"need any help?" you asked softly, closing your book.

sanji glanced over his shoulder, a smile spreading across his face.

"not at all, mon amour,” he said smoothly. “just stay right there, looking perfect.”

“you're always so dramatic.” you laughed quietly, shaking your head.

“only because you inspire me,” he teased, his tone playful but sincere enough to make your cheeks warm.

he returned to his cooking, humming a soft tune as the quiet companionship between you both filled the room. there was no need for words, just being together was enough.

after a while, sanji wiped his hands on a towel and brought over two plates, setting them on the table with a flourish.

“bon appétit" he said, sitting across from you.

"you didn’t have to go all out," you said, eyeing the beautifully plated meal.

”t's just lunch.” he chuckled softly.

“it's never just lunch when it's for you,” he replied smoothly, grinning as he picked up his fork.

the two of you ate quietly, the comfort of the moment settling in your chest. now and then, sanji’s gaze would linger on you, his expression soft, as though he was savouring more than just the food.

when your meal was nearly finished, sanji set down his fork and reached across the table, taking your hand gently in his.

“you're the reason i smile every day,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.

the simplicity and sincerity of his words made your heart flutter.

“sanji...” you whispered, unsure of how to respond to something so tender.

“i mean it,” he continued softly. “every time i see you, it's like the whole world just gets a little brighter.”

tears prickled at your eyes, but you managed a smile.

“you make my days brighter too,” you admitted, giving his hand a gentle squeeze.

“then let's keep making each other smile, yeah?” he leaned closer, his voice soft as a breeze.

you nodded, warmth spreading through you like sunshine. “yeah,” you whispered back as your lips joined.

the quiet between you wasn’t empty.

it was filled with the kind of love that didn’t need grand gestures or declarations. it thrived in the simple moments, like this one, where just being together was enough to make the world feel whole.

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taglist actualised to be tagged for squid game toooooo! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

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. 𔘓 ؛ writing prompts squid game

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⇢ rules; submit an ask with your chosen character and prompt from the lists below through my inbox . especify if you want it in game or out of game. feel free to include any ideas or additional requests, but leave space for creativity!

⇢ characters; abdul ali (player 199), cho hyun-ju (player 120), cho sang-woo (player 218), hwang in-ho (front man), hwang jun-ho, kang dae-ho (player 388), kang no-eul (guard 011), kang sae-byeok (player 067), kim jun-hee (player 222), lee myung-gi (player 333), park gyeong-seok (player 246), park yong-sik (player 007), se-mi (player 380), seong gi-hun (player 456), thanos (player 230), the salesman.

୧ ‧₊˚🦑 𔘓 ؛fluff! fluff! fluff!

"do you think we can stay like this forever?"

"you make everything feel so much easier, like i can face anything, as long as you’re by my side."

"can we just stay here a little longer? i feel safest when i'm with you, like nothing could hurt us."

"i love the way you laugh; it’s like a glimpse of sunlight in this dark place, making everything feel right again."

"you don’t have to say anything; i just like being near you... your presence is all i need to feel whole."

"i didn’t know how much i needed this until now... every moment with you feels like a dream, and i never want to wake up."

"you’re my favourite part of every day... even the darkest ones, you make them brighter just by being here."

"you’ve always felt like home to me... a place where i can rest, no matter how scary the world gets."

"it’s the little things you do that make me fall for you all over again... like the way you smile when you think no one’s looking."

"you could ask me to stay forever, and i would... because with you, forever doesn’t seem so scary anymore."

୧ ‧₊˚🦑 𔘓 ؛ angst! angst! angst!

"why does it feel like you’re not really here anymore? are you already planning to betray me?"

"i’m trying to hold on, but it feels like you’re already gone… like you’ve given up on us."

"do you even love me, or was it all just a strategy to survive? were we just pawns in this game?"

"i thought you cared about me, but maybe i was wrong… maybe i was just another number to you."

"sometimes i wonder if we’re only hurting each other by staying… should we even trust anyone here?"

"i don’t know how to be the person you need me to be… especially when i don’t even know who i am anymore."

"every time i try to fix things, it feels like i make them worse… the clock's ticking, and we’re running out of time."

"why can’t you just tell me the truth? i can see it in your eyes—something’s changed."

"you keep saying you’re fine, but i know you’re not... you’re playing the game, aren’t you?"

"what if we’re not meant to make it through this? what if one of us has to go?"

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