#also an endless list of platonic ships

[ang3ltine]

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙— "𝖠𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇" - Bob Reynolds x freader x platonic thunderbolts

Golden Retriever x Black Cat trope

Being recruited by Valentina as part of the new Avengers (z) team was never part of your list of agendas. Yet here you were, doting on an awkward brunette.

a.n - This is a short scenario that got me all giddy while writing this, so I hope you Bob fans enjoy this as much as I did!

Warnings - minor spoilers! trauma, nightmares, making out, hickeys & yearning Bob! Lots of fluff too

A few months had passed since the 'incident' on the streets of Newyork where almost half the city was engulfed in complete darkness.

You mostly blamed this on Valentina since she pushed her ideals of the sentry project onto Bob. Now you, along with the others tried your best to make him feel welcome and wanted, despite his 'minor' flaws.

Now that you all moved into the newly refurbished Avengers tower, you had to adjust to your new life. This was never part of your agenda but you're one to complain.

Especially since you got the chance to dote on a certain brunette, who you undeniably cannot ignore since he's always trailing after you wherever you went.

Yelena had introduced you to Bob properly after the whole incident and he's been glued to your side since then. You were more on the nonchalant and cool girl type while he was the polar opposite.

But he still admired you nonetheless. Not to mention, you also get endlessly teased by Yelena and the others.

More so than usual when she noticed that Bob tends to follow you around more than her now. Not that she cares, she was more than happy that he was trying to get closer with someone else other than her.

Yelena had joined you in the main kitchen after training together. You reached into the refrigerator to bring out your bottle of water when she asked an unexpected question.

"Do you like Bob?" She asks straight up, catching you offguard in the process.

"As friends? Yeah ofcourse." You muttered underneath your breath then took a chug of your water.

"Pshh friends? Friends don't eyefuck eachother across the room." She mused while leaning against the refrigerator door with an amusing smirk.

You choked a couple of times while Yelena pats your back before adding another comment. "It's okay! No need to feel ashamed."

"What're you talking about??"

"Okay maybe not, but you two would still make a cute couple." She mused while flashing you her iconic smirk.

"Oh...I don't know about that 'lena. He's just someone I care about alot you know?"

Before you could carry on the conversation, your eyes shift past Yelena's shoulders. Sure enough, Bob was awkwardly standing in the hallway.

"I uh - I didn't hear anything."

Yelena steps back to let Bob in before mouthing a quick 'goodluck' to you. God that girl was going to be the death of you.

The only times he wasn't with you was when you went on missions, which is when he'd spend most of his time in the tower with Alpine.

After a gruelling and unbearably long mission, all you wanted to do was to take a shower, eat dinner then go to bed.

"Ugh...Ava, what time is it?" You groaned while rubbing your temples to somehow lessen your headache.

Ava, along with you and John were on the quinjet, which was preparing its landing sequence on the helipad of the tower.

She glances at the time on her watch before answering with a yawn. "It's a little past midnight."

"You think anyone's awake right now?" John joins in on the rather dull conversation. The ship was on autopilot and had finally landed when he finished his sentence.

"Mhm I highly doubt it," you replied with a strained voice as you stretched your limbs. Almost every inch of your body ached, and your muscles were extremely sore.

As soon as the hatch opened, you dragged your tired body through the hanger. The endless corridors of the living quarters almost made you lose your mind, but you breathed a sigh of relief when you finally made it to your room.

You hesitated for a moment, noticing the door was slightly ajar. Figuring it was just you being paranoid, you swiftly flung the door open, only to find a familiar set of eyes blinking back at you.

Bob stood almost a feet away from you with a pillow in hand, the poor man had flinched at your sudden appearance. Almost immediately, he let out a string of '"sorry's'' since he invited himself in without your permission.

"Hey-- Bob, it's ok. You can stay in my room as long as you like." You say in a hushed tone while placing your hands on his shoulders, rubbing them gently so he'd calm down.

He found it hard to focus on your face as his eyes shift downwards in shame. "I just... I wanted to talk to you as soon as you came back."

"We can talk-" you intercept almost immediately. "But would you mind if I took a shower first? Then we can talk afterwards ok?"

Bob finally lifts his eyes off the ground to look at you before nodding. "Uhh yeah... yeah, I can wait."

You reached up to ruffle his slightly messy hair before retreating to where your walk-in closet was. Bob took the leisure of sitting back on your comfy bed as his eyes followed your every move.

"Ah, this will do," you muttered to yourself while fishing out your sleep shirt and a pair of shorts. Except, it looked bigger than usual?

"Oh right uhm, I think that's mine..." Bob mumbles hesitantly when you notice that it was, in fact, not yours.

Bob had the tendency to leave his belongings scattered in your room, including his large sweatshirts. He'd vist you almost every night since he'd constantly have nightmares, and you would comfort him whenever you could.

"You wouldn't mind if I wore this would you?" You turned around with the sleep shirt pressed against your chest to show it off. It was a deep blue navy colour, simple, yet comfortable.

"Uh yeah! Go ahead." Bob replies with open arms and his usual widespread grin. You returned the smile before grabbing your towel and headed into the washroom.

You quickly scrambled out of your suit and chucked it into the laundry basket to wash later. Bob could hear the sound of falling water through the doors of the washroom as he looked around.

That's when he realised he made quite a mess while waiting for you. So he took his time going around and picking things up from the floor to put them back to the right spots.

After half an hour or so, you stepped out with the towel around your neck after wringing out excess water from your hair. You had the power to control the wind, so it was easier to dry your hair, which was awfully convenient.

"Bob? You here?" You called out after noticing that he was nowhere in sight. The lack of response concerned you as you frantically searched your room for the man.

You finally found him in the far corner of the room, huddled with one of your plushies and was fast asleep. The racing of your heart only quickened once you hear him mumbling your name in his sleep.

"Oh Bob..." you shook your head amusingly as you bent down to his height to lightly shake him awake. It only took a few seconds before he stirred, you felt bad for doing so but you didn't want him to sleep on the floor.

"Do you wanna sleep here tonight?" You asked quietly since he was still half asleep, trying to process what you were saying. He nods his head after a while, placing the plush toy back where it was in the pile before reaching his arms out for you to grab.

You do just that and lead him towards your massive king sized bed. Just earlier on today, you had changed the sheets to satin ones, so it was even more comfortable than usual.

The lights were dimmed but not completely off since you learned the hard way that Bob hated the dark. So you switched on a nightlight by your bedside for extra light just in case.

Bob settled into the crispy sheets that had been untouched since your arrival. He scoots over a bit while you slipped in next to him.

Although, you two were in quite an awkward position after a while. Since you had to prepare a schedule for the next day, he was pretty much beneath you. You were struggling not to crush him while he only made things worse. His arms were wrapped around your waist to pull you closer to him so he could soak in your warmth while you worked.

"Sorry Bob, just give me a few more minutes." You sighed while typing away on your phone. Bob only hummed in response while burying his face into the crook of your neck.

"By the way...do you want to talk about the nightmare that you had?"

"Mm...yeah." Bob replied with a muffled voice as the vibrations tickled your skin, making you squirm slightly. "Alright, tell me what happened."

That's exactly what he did. You listened carefully as he mentioned all the bad things that he had seen in the nightmare.

That's one of the reasons why Bob admired you. You were straightforward with him but caring.

Many would think that sort of activity was only reserved for relationships. Which was partially true, you in fact, did harbour feelings for him. But you chose to keep them to yourself.

What Bob needed was someone who was patient and not pushy. For now, you were content with just being 'friends.' Even though it was far more than that.

It was around 7am in the morning by the time you awoke. The soft golden rays of sunlight shone through the blinds of your room, giving your room a soft glow.

Little did you know that a blonde haired assassin had come to your room during the night to ask you something, only to find you with your limbs entangled with Bob's.

Yelena being Yelena, took the opportunity to snap a few pictures on her phone before leaving. Already planning on using them for blackmail or to tease you whenever she pleased.

Speaking of Bob, he was fast asleep as you peer down at him. You became quite flustered since his face was fully pressed against your chest. He probably thought that it was his pillow, yet you were too afraid to move him. Instead, you opted to run your fingers through his dark chocolate locks.

They were soft, as usual, but still, you tried to detangle his hair gently since there were a few knots. It wasn't long before he started to stir, causing you to freeze in the process. You move away from him slightly to give him some space as he slowly processes where he is.

"Morning sunshine... did you sleep well?" You whispered gently as he peers up at you through his lashes, his eyes still heavy with sleep. His voice was hoarse while he spoke,

"G'morning...yeah I slept well, and you?"

"Ahh, me too..." You responded while brushing stray hair away from his face, it had gotten slightly longer than before. Which gave you the idea of maybe trimming the front bangs later on, with his consent, of course.

Your fingers lingered on his cheek for a brief moment, before retracting your hand. Bob was disappointed to say the least when he felt the warmth of your hand no longer present against his skin.

"Let's get freshen up and head down for breakfast. How does that sound...?"

Bob nods in agreement after rubbing the sleep from his eyes while you slowly got up.

He found himself practically swooning over you while he observed the way you stretched, letting your hair fall across your shoulders. Sure it was messy since you had just woken up, but to him, you looked heavenly.

You felt him staring but you chose not to think much of it. Bob's cheeks had a slight hue of red when you did manage to look back down at him, bringing a small smile to your face at his bashfullness.

"What? Is there something on my face?"

Bob immediately shook his head before you positioned yourself above him. You reached down to place one hand on his cheek to feel the light stubble against your skin.

This time he doesn't let you retreat that easily as he tugs you down gently. A bold move indeed, especially for you.

At first you weren't sure how to respond, the air around you suddenly felt awfully scarce as you were beginning to find it hard to breathe.

Even though he was the one who had instigated the sudden act of intimacy, he too grew a sense of shyness.

To test the waters, he lean in closer, bumping your nose against his and letting your lips hover over his. Your eyes flickered from his lips back up to meet his. If anything, you were more than happy to back away if he felt uncomfortable.

But Bob did want this, so he took the initiative to press his lips against yours. You let out a surprised sound before melting into the kiss.

His lips were slightly chapped, but that didn't bother you. You smiled against his lips as he was struggling slightly, honestly you didn't blame him. He probably hasn't kissed anyone for a while.

But eventually he got the hang of it. He picked up the pace while you struggled to keep up. Turned out he's a quick learner since he copied the way your lips moved against his.

You wasted no time reaching to the back of his neck and slipped your fingers into his dark hair pulling him in impossibly closer.

Soft whimpers escaped his mouth in between each kiss while you soaked in every one, pushing him to kiss you deeper. Sighs and moans of content or pleaure are passed between both your lips and his. The two had to fight to not entirely lose yourselves completely within pure bliss.

You nipped his bottom lip slightly before leaving a soft trail of kisses from his mouth down to the side of his jaw.

"Hm? What're you doing?" He drawled while your lips leaves his briefly, almost bringing out another whine as he feels you lightly kiss the juncture of his neck.

"Mhm, just need you - ," you hummed against his supple skin. You left open-mouthed kisses against a specific area on his neck before gently taking his skin between your teeth to leave a mark.

The feeling was too overwhelming for him yet he found himself bringing you in impossibly closer while you worked. After leaving a significantly dark hickey on the side of his neck, you move back towards his lips.

Which he happily accepts. Head tilting the side, his hot breath mingling with yours, he kisses you with much fever.

Yet keeps it sweet and gentle at the same time. Lightly sucking on your bottom lip while running his thumb against your cheek.

The kiss was filled with raw emotions, all the times that he wanted to tell you of his true feelings were poured into it. You too shared the same amount of passion when you deepened the kiss even further.

Sadly, the need to breathe was apparent after what seemed like forever. You flutters your eyes open before pulling away to take in Bob's appearance. He looked so effortlessly pretty.

His cheeks were rosy and wet from his tears and hair was disheveled, but he still managed to look perfect to you. Before you could say a word, some unexpected words leaves his lips.

"I...I love you," he whispers while you processed what he just said. A small rush of warmth filled you at the sound of those meaningful words as you fought back the urge to kiss him again.

"I love you too..." you whispered before dipping your head low to pepper his face with kisses, making him laugh in the process.

"C'mon sleepy head, let's wash up." Bob reluctantly accepts the offer and tugs the end of your shirt while following you into the washroom.

He was still trying to recover from the small makeout session as his legs almost felt like jelly as he walked. Which was new for him.

An array of skincare products lined up before him as you reached into one your drawers to bring something out. You had given him one of your waterproof headbands to wear so that his hair wouldn't get in his face in the process.

One of the reasons why you did a skincare routine specifically for him was because he enjoyed the feeling of being pampered by you.

So it was no surprise when he leans into your touch with excitement while you applied the cleansing foam on his face. A satisfied grin played on his lips while you rubbed the product into his skin, making you feel all giddy inside.

After the two of you washed up and got dressed, you then made your way to the kitchen to have breakfast.

Not even a second went by when Ava gave you one of her snarky remarks as soon as you walked in with Bob in tow.

"Ahh the couple's here to join us." You rolled your eyes playfully at the sarcastic comment as you turn to face the women in question.

Little did she know that she was, in fact, telling the truth. But you weren't going to give her that satisfaction.

"Oh shush, you're just jealous that I'm not giving the same attention to you." You retorted with the same amount of sass.

"Wow, Touche." She responds while sipping her coffee.

"Bob? Do you want pancakes?" You turned your attention back to the brunette who was patiently waiting for you.

"Yes please," he replies with a tight-lipped smile, already feeling shy from Ava's comment of referring to you both as a couple.

"Pancakes it is then."

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[2b4st4r]

Overworked

Platonic Straw-hats x reader



Words: 8069k

Summery: The Straw-hats become aware of your ongoing habit of overworking yourself. Each member notices in their own unique reaction to it.

Warnings: misspellings, uncannon reactions.

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You know how it is, right? We all have those little quirks, the habits we wish we could just snap out of. Maybe it's the nervous gnawing at your nails, that extra glass when no one's looking, a little white lie here and there, nights spent staring at the ceiling, or that looming to-do list you keep pushing further away. The catalog of these tiny titans of trouble seems endless. So, what's the big deal if one of these has taken root? Just a small thing, right?

Except when it's not.

Imagine a habit that's a constant low hum of anxiety, a persistent shadow that keeps you on edge. It's the kind of habit that doesn't just sit there; it actively chips away at you, altering who you are. It's the unseen force that tightens every muscle, leaving you aching without explanation. It's the relentless drain that leaves you utterly depleted, both in body and mind.

This is the relentless grip of overworking.

It's that ingrained urge to leap into action the moment someone needs help. It's the internal alarm that blares weeks before a deadline, compelling you to start now. It's the constant pressure you put on yourself, the endless race to get everything done, immediately. So, is it any wonder that the people closest to you, your crew, your nakama, start to see the toll it's taking?

Surprisingly, it was Chopper, with his keen observations, who first noticed the strain...the physical one.

Actually, thinking about it, it wasn't all that surprising. He is the ship's doctor, after all.

Chopper's sharp eyes had picked up on the subtle signs: the unusual paleness of your skin, the almost imperceptible tremor in your hands – telltale indicators of deep exhaustion. He'd also observed the way you compounded this by relentlessly pushing yourself beyond your limits. From a medical perspective, your overall sluggishness hadn't escaped his notice.

It had been a week since their last island stop, and you had been throwing yourself headfirst into work. The ship's supplies seemed to be your sole focus, meticulously taking inventory, recounting everything until the numbers swam before your eyes, etched into your brain.

Just after lunch, the sun cast that unique, shimmering glow that only the sea and sky together could create. It was one of those rare moments where you could finally feel your body begin to yield, sinking slightly towards the deck, absorbing the familiar salty sea shanty that had become the soundtrack to your life. That's when Chopper approached. His small, fluffy form, barely reaching your height even when you were seated, stood before you.

His usual bright and cheerful demeanor was replaced by one of distinct concern, a worried furrow in his brow. His breathing was a touch quicker than normal, his small chest rising and falling just a little faster – a subtle sign of his unease. One of his hooves tapped lightly against the deck, a barely concealed display of his anxiety. "Y/n! You don't look so good!" His voice, usually endearingly soft but often high-pitched, held a note of genuine worry. "Are you feeling alright? Let me take a look at you!" His concern, though sometimes a bit much, did manage to prick your awareness. But despite his worry and your body's desperate plea for rest, you sprang to your feet, a bright smile plastered on your face, expertly masking your exhaustion. "Fine! I'm fine! Just a little tired." Your words were delivered with forced cheerfulness, a touch too bright and a little too quick.

The rest of the day unfolded exactly as you might have predicted. Chopper became your shadow, his dark eyes constantly fixed on you, mentally cataloging every little thing. He peppered you with concerned questions, the epitome of gentle nagging. "Are you eating enough?" he'd ask, tilting his head. "Any dizziness? Headaches? Feeling nauseous?"

Eventually, your resistance crumbled. And so, you found yourself perched on the edge of a stool in Chopper's infirmary, enduring the familiar routine of a medical check-up. Pulse-taking, eye-peering, ear-listening. A soft groan escaped your lips as the cold metal of the stethoscope pressed against your chest. "I'm fine, Chopper," you mumbled, offering a tired smile. "Honestly, I don't see the need for all this." He shot you a look that, for someone so small and undeniably adorable, managed to convey a surprising amount of sternness. "I don't believe you!" he declared, his ear pressed even more intently to the stethoscope. "...Pulse is weak," he murmured to himself as he pulled away. "Slight dehydration... clear signs of severe fatigue..." He continued his self-assessment, his brow furrowing with concern before he took a rather dramatic step back. "So, what's the verdict, Doc?" A teasing, albeit weary, smile tugged at your lips. Despite his obvious irritation, a faint blush dusted his cheeks. "You need rest," he stated firmly, his voice losing its usual timidity. "Uh-huh! Yes, sir," you replied with exaggerated ease, pushing yourself up. A loud crack echoed from your back as you straightened, causing a flash of worry to cross Chopper's face. "I promise," you reassured him with a weak smile as you headed for the door.

His concern didn't end there. You couldn't even lift your own teacup without a gentle but firm scolding.

"You need to rest! Your body can't keep going like this. This isn't something to joke about!" he exclaimed as you strained to lift a crate, your muscles protesting under the weight. "Chopper, I'm fine, I promise. Everyone gets tired," you countered, earning a soft pout from the little doctor. Unable to convince you to slow down with logic, he resorted to simpler explanations, hoping they would finally sink in.

"If you don't rest, your body will get weaker! You won't be able to fight!"

Then came the random analogies…

"It's like trying to sail the Sunny without any cola! You're just going to stop working!"

Despite your reassurances, Chopper remained unconvinced. He took it upon himself to be your personal nurse, a tiny, furry force of medical insistence. Suddenly, strange but surprisingly palatable concoctions appeared at mealtimes – no doubt his attempt at nutritious remedies, a far cry from Usopp’s questionable experiments. He’d hover nearby as you ate, his large eyes scrutinizing every bite.

Sleep became a heavily monitored activity. He’d practically tuck you into your hammock, his small form a surprisingly effective barrier against any attempt to sneak away. Every few hours, a fluffy head would peek into your quarters, checking your temperature, your breathing, asking a litany of gentle but firm questions. He even parked himself beside your hammock at times, a silent, steadfast guardian against your own workaholic tendencies.

Chopper had been surprisingly persuasive, his earnest pronouncements about your deteriorating health carrying an unexpected weight.

Beneath all the medical fussing and enlisted help, you could see the genuine worry etched on Chopper’s face. His role as the ship’s doctor was something he took with profound seriousness, and seeing you in this state clearly distressed him. His empathy was palpable; he just wanted to make you feel better.

One evening, as Chopper sat beside your hammock, meticulously adjusting a cool cloth on your forehead, you reached out and gently took his small hand. “Chopper,” you said softly, your voice still a little weak. He looked up at you, his eyes wide with concern. “Thank you,” you continued, “for everything. You’re a great doctor.”

A blush bloomed on his furry cheeks. “It’s…it’s my job! And you’re our nakama!” he mumbled, looking away bashfully.

You hesitated for a moment before adding, “But…could you maybe…keep this between us? I don’t want everyone worrying too much.”

Chopper’s ears drooped slightly. “But Y/n…”

“Please, Chopper,” you insisted gently. “Just for a little while. I promise I’ll rest, I really will. But…I don’t want to be a burden.”

He looked at you, his brow furrowed in thought. The genuine worry in his eyes warred with your request. After a long moment, he sighed, his small shoulders slumping slightly. “Okay,” he whispered finally. “But you have to promise me you’ll tell me if you feel any worse. And you’ll stay in bed!”

You smiled weakly. “I promise, Chopper. Thank you.”

He nodded, a flicker of his usual determination returning. “Alright then. But I’m still checking on you!” He puffed out his chest slightly, trying to regain his stern doctor persona. The secret was yours, for now, guarded by the small, fiercely protective doctor of the Straw Hat Pirates.

Well, at least for a little bit.

With Robin , the signs had been subtly unfolding for a while now. Her keen eyes, trained to observe the nuances of history and human behavior, had registered the almost imperceptible shifts in your demeanor. The slight deepening of the shadows beneath your eyes, the momentary pauses in your movements that betrayed a deeper fatigue than you let on, the almost imperceptible tightening of your jaw when faced with another task – these were the silent stories your body was telling.

She considered the possible reasons behind your relentless drive. Was it a sense of overwhelming responsibility? A desire to prove yourself? Perhaps some unspoken pressure only you were aware of. Robin understood the weight of such burdens, the way they could silently accumulate until they threatened to overwhelm.

One of the quieter afternoons, as the ship glided smoothly over a calm stretch of sea, Robin found you leaning against the railing, staring out at the horizon. She approached you with her usual quiet grace, settling beside you. “Y/N,” she began, her voice a soft murmur that blended with the sound of the waves, “you seem to be carrying a heavy burden lately. Is everything alright?” Her gaze was gentle, her expression open, offering a space free of judgment. She listened attentively as you offered your usual dismissive reply, her own observations painting a different picture.

Later that day, she found you meticulously sorting through maps in the library, the lamplight casting long shadows across your tired face. “Perhaps a cup of tea and a moment to rest?” she suggested, her tone calm and inviting. “It’s important to allow yourself time to recover. The ancient scholars understood the importance of balance between study and repose. It allows for clearer thought.” She even shared a brief story about a renowned man from a forgotten civilization who, in his relentless pursuit of knowledge, had neglected his own well-being to his detriment. The lesson was subtle, woven into the fabric of the story.

While Chopper’s approach was one of direct medical intervention, Robin’s was more about offering intellectual respite. She noticed the way you seemed to be mentally juggling a multitude of tasks. Later, she quietly approached the ship’s log, organizing some of the navigational data you had been meticulously compiling, streamlining the information in a way that might ease your mental load. It was her way of offering practical assistance, a silent sharing of the burden.

However, even Robin’s gentle persuasions seemed to have little effect. She watched with a growing concern as Chopper’s more direct attempts also met with cheerful but ultimately dismissive assurances. When Chopper finally managed to get you to his infirmary, Robin lingered near the doorway, her usual serene expression clouded with worry. She heard Chopper’s earnest pronouncements about weak pulses and severe fatigue.

Later, when you emerged from the infirmary, offering a tired smile and a promise to rest that didn’t quite reach your eyes, Robin’s calm demeanor held a new layer of firmness. “Y/n,” she said quietly, her gaze steady, “your dedication is admirable, but you are reaching a point where it will become detrimental, not only to yourself but to the crew as well. We need you at your best.” Her voice remained soft, but the underlying conviction was unmistakable.

She observed your hushed conversation with Chopper later, catching the worried glances Chopper cast in your direction even as you offered him a reassuring smile. When Chopper confided in her later about your request to keep your condition a secret(it’s no shock he couldn’t keep his lips shut), a thoughtful frown creased Robin’s brow. She understood your desire not to worry the crew, a sentiment that resonated with her own quiet strength.

“He is genuinely worried, you know,” Robin said softly to you later, finding you attempting to organize some heavy scrolls. Her tone held a gentle but firm undertone. “And he is right. We all value your contributions, Y/N, but your well-being is just as important. We need you to be healthy and strong.” Her words were a quiet echo of Chopper’s more frantic pleas, but they carried the weight of her calm understanding and deep care for her nakama. She knew that beneath your cheerful facade lay a growing exhaustion, and while she would respect your wishes for now, she would also be watching, her quiet concern a constant presence.

It wasn’t long before Nami’s sharp eyes, ever vigilant for anything that might disrupt the ship’s efficiency or her meticulously planned routes, noticed the subtle shift in your usual energy. At first, it manifested as a slight delay in your responses, a momentary lapse in the quickness she’d come to expect. Then, she observed you leaning heavily on the railing during watch, a far cry from your usual alert stance.

Her initial reaction was a classic Nami blend of annoyance and practicality. “Honestly, Y/N,” she sighed one afternoon, watching you nearly stumble over a coil of rope, “you look like you haven’t slept properly in days. You’re going to start making mistakes, and you know who’ll have to clean up that mess.” She punctuated her statement with a sharp tap of her foot. “Don’t tell me you’re going to slow us down now. We have important things to do!”

Beneath the surface of her exasperation, however, a practical concern was brewing. A tired crewmate was a liability, a potential weak link in their operations. She approached you later, arms crossed, her brow furrowed. “Look, Y/N, you need to rest! If you collapse, who’s going to count all my berries? We have schedules to keep, islands to reach!” She even added, with a pointed look, “And if you get sick, we’ll have to waste valuable beli on medicine! Don’t be irresponsible.”

Having assessed the situation and deemed it detrimental to the ship’s progress, Nami took charge. Her voice, usually laced with a hint of sweetness when dealing with potential clients or allies, took on its familiar bossy edge. “Y/N! That’s enough! You’re swaying on your feet. You’re going to bed. Now.” She then turned to Zoro, who was sharpening his swords nearby, a glint in her eye. “Zoro, make sure Y/N stays put and rests. Don’t let them do any more work. And no sneaking off for ‘fresh air’ either!” Zoro, surprisingly compliant to Nami’s direct orders when it concerned the crew’s well-being (and perhaps avoiding her nagging), grunted in acknowledgement.

A touch of motherly scolding, though directed at you rather than Luffy or Usopp this time, crept into her tone. “Honestly, Y/N, sometimes I swear you have no sense of self-preservation! You’re not some indestructible monster; you need to recharge! Go lie down before you actually fall over and cause a real problem.”

Her concern was also intrinsically linked to their overall goals. A sluggish crew member hampered their journey, delayed their arrival at the next island, and ultimately hindered their chances of reaching the Grand Line’s end. She framed her insistence on rest in these practical terms. “We need everyone at their best if we’re going to survive the Grand Line. Don’t be selfish and neglect yourself. Your exhaustion affects all of us.”

Later, finding you looking particularly pale as you attempted to decipher a complex navigation chart, a softer edge momentarily softened her usual sharp tone. She sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder, a rare gesture of genuine care. “Look,” she said, her voice a little less strident, “I know you’re trying hard, and we appreciate it, but you’re going to run yourself into the ground. Just rest for a bit, okay? Let the others handle things for now.” She even fetched you a cool cloth and a glass of water, her usual demanding demeanor momentarily replaced by a more nurturing one.

Once you had finally succumbed to exhaustion and were resting (under Zoro’s watchful eye, no less), Nami’s practical side reasserted itself. She made a mental note of all the tasks you had been neglecting and the potential delays your slowdown might cause. The moment you showed signs of recovery, she’d likely be back to her usual demanding self. “Alright, you’ve had your rest,” she’d likely say, hands on her hips. “Now get back to it! We’re not going to reach the next island by lazing around. We have lost time to make up for!”

Zoro, true to Nami’s frustrated command, had been keeping a watchful eye. It wasn’t his usual form of observation – scanning the horizon for threats or potential land masses – but a more focused, almost analytical study of your movements. He’d noted the slight drag in your steps, the way you’d grip objects a little tighter than necessary, and the almost imperceptible flinch when a sudden noise startled you. He wouldn't have registered these subtleties on his own so quickly, but Nami’s sharp, pointed instructions had tuned his senses to these specific signs of exhaustion.

His usual gruffness seemed to have an added layer of quiet intensity. He was less prone to his usual grunts and more…present. If you were nearby, his gaze would occasionally flick towards you, a furrow in his brow that spoke of silent assessment.

Finally, after witnessing you nearly drop a barrel of supplies – a feat that would usually be effortless for you – Zoro decided enough was enough. He stepped into your path, his large frame an unyielding obstacle. “Oi, Y/N,” he stated, his voice flat and devoid of its usual edge of impatience. There was a finality in his tone that brooked no argument.

You blinked at him, a tired smile attempting to form on your lips. “Zoro? Just… moving some things.”

He didn’t move, his arms crossing over his chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing slightly. He simply stared at you, his one visible eye unwavering. When you reached for the barrel again, he moved with surprising speed for someone often accused of being perpetually lost, his hand clamping down on your wrist. “Enough,” he repeated, his grip firm but not painful. He then effortlessly lifted the barrel himself, his muscles bunching under the strain.

“If you collapse,” he said, his gaze direct, “you’ll just be a burden. Get some rest and be useful later.” The words were blunt, almost harsh, but there was an underlying tone that suggested he was stating a practical truth rather than an insult. He saw your exhaustion as a weakness that could endanger not only you but the crew as a whole.

Later, as you sat slumped against the galley wall, trying to stay awake, Zoro walked past, heading towards his usual training spot on the mast. He paused, glancing at you before continuing his climb. He then proceeded with his rigorous sword training, the rhythmic clang of metal against metal echoing across the deck. It wasn’t a direct command, but there was a subtle message in his dedication to maintaining his own strength – a silent urging for you to prioritize your own recovery.

Without a word, he also started taking on some of the more physically demanding tasks you usually handled, hoisting sails, securing ropes, his movements efficient and silent. It wasn’t offered with any fanfare or even a glance in your direction, but the intent was clear: he was lightening your load, not out of pity, but out of a sense of duty to a crewmate who was clearly running on empty.

There was a moment later, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, when you were attempting to navigate by the stars, your eyes struggling to focus. Zoro, who often used the stars for his own sense of direction ( sometimes with questionable accuracy), stood beside you, his presence a silent anchor. He pointed out a constellation, his finger thick and calloused against the twilight sky. “That one,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, “it’ll always point you north.” It was a small gesture, an unexpected offering of guidance, a subtle way of helping without making you feel incapable.

His concern, though gruffly expressed and physically enforced, was undeniably there. He saw your exhaustion as a vulnerability, a chink in the crew’s armor. His forceful intervention, while lacking in comforting words, was his way of ensuring your strength, your reliability, your ability to fight alongside him when the time came. He wouldn’t coddle you, but he would damn well make sure you rested, even if it meant standing in your way like an unmovable mountain. And perhaps, beneath the gruff exterior, there was a flicker of something more, a quiet protectiveness that went beyond mere crewmate loyalty, a silent acknowledgment of a connection that ran deeper than shared battles and stormy seas.

It was no shock who was next to notice, In fact he would have noticed before Zoro if Nami hadn’t directed him.

Jinbe, with his seasoned eyes that had witnessed countless battles and navigated treacherous seas, had also observed the subtle but persistent signs of your overexertion. He hadn't rushed to conclusions, his demeanor one of quiet contemplation as he absorbed the evidence – the almost imperceptible slump in your broad shoulders, the slight tremor in your hands as you performed intricate tasks, the way your responses sometimes lagged, as if your mind was struggling to keep pace with your body.

One quiet evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of deep indigo and fiery orange, Jinbe found you meticulously cleaning the ship's cannons, a task you usually approached with focused efficiency, now carried out with a weary slowness. He approached you with his characteristic calm presence, his large frame casting a gentle shadow. “My friend Y/N,” he began, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that carried a note of earnest concern, “you seem to be carrying a great weight. Are you faring alright?” His gaze was steady, his dark eyes conveying genuine care.

He didn’t pry, but his respectful inquiry opened a space for you to perhaps share your burden. When you offered a dismissive wave and a tired assurance of being “fine,” Jinbe’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. “Is there something pressing that requires such tireless effort?” he asked gently. “Perhaps we can find a way to ease your burden.” His tone was devoid of accusation, seeking only to understand and offer support.

Drawing on his vast experience, Jinbe offered his wisdom. “Even the strongest currents must calm and flow,” he stated, his voice calm and measured. “To push oneself beyond their limits is to invite disaster. The body needs time to recover its strength, just as a ship needs calm waters to mend its hull.” He emphasized the long-term consequences of your relentless pace. “A long voyage requires a steady pace. Burning oneself out early will leave you unable to weather the storms ahead. And the Grand Line, as you know, is full of them.”

He then framed his concern in terms of your vital role within the crew. “Your strength and capabilities are vital to our crew, Y/N. We rely on your immense strength. We need you at your best, and that requires taking care of yourself. A weakened anchor cannot hold the ship steady in a tempest.”

Jinbe’s support wasn’t limited to words. He quietly observed you struggling to lift a particularly heavy crate of cannonballs later that night. Without a word or a change in his calm expression, he stepped forward and effortlessly hoisted it himself, his immense strength making the task seem trivial. He placed it gently beside you, his gaze meeting yours briefly before he continued his rounds, a silent offering of assistance that spoke volumes. He also made sure you had a hearty portion of the evening meal, his large hand gesturing towards your plate with a subtle insistence that you eat well.

Despite his gentle nature, Jinbe possessed an inherent authority. When he noticed you attempting to sneak back to your duties after a brief period of forced rest, his calm demeanor took on a new layer of firmness. “My friend,” he said, his voice still measured but carrying a weight of conviction, “I understand your dedication, but you are treading a dangerous path. For the sake of yourself and the crew, you must allow yourself to rest. This is not a request, but a necessity.” His gaze held a quiet resolve that brooked no argument.

For Jinbe, his crewmates were more than just allies; they were his extended family, a bond forged in shared adventures and mutual respect. His concern for your well-being stemmed from a deep sense of responsibility, the same unwavering resolve he displayed in the face of formidable enemies. He understood that self-care wasn't a weakness but a crucial aspect of their collective strength, a vital element in navigating the unpredictable currents of the Grand Line and achieving their shared dreams. His intervention was a calm but firm assertion of that understanding, delivered with the quiet authority and deep care of a seasoned warrior and a steadfast friend.

Next, was our favorite chef—

Sanji’s perception of your overworking habits manifested in a dramatic flurry of concern, particularly amplified by his ever-present chivalry. He’d likely first notice your fatigue during meal preparations, his keen chef’s eyes picking up on your slower movements, the way you’d sometimes lean against the counter for a moment longer than usual.

If you were a lady, his reaction would be nothing short of theatrical. He’d likely rush to your side, a hand dramatically placed over his heart, his face etched with utter distress. “My dear Y/N!” he’d exclaim, his voice a melodramatic whisper. “You look as though you haven’t slept in days! This is an absolute tragedy! Such a beautiful flower withering under such harsh conditions!” He might even drop to one knee, his brow furrowed with worry. “Please, allow this humble cook to offer any assistance! A revitalizing meal? A calming herbal infusion? A comforting presence to ease your delicate spirit?” He’d then likely glare fiercely at any nearby crewmate, muttering darkly about the “cruelty” and “unfeeling nature” of allowing such a state to persist.

If you were one of the male crew, the theatrics might be slightly toned down, but his concern would be no less genuine. He’d observe your diminished appetite at the table, the weariness in your eyes. “Oi, Y/N,” he’d say, his tone more direct but still laced with worry, “you haven’t touched your steak. That’s not like you. Everything alright, buddy?” He might then slide a particularly hearty portion of food your way, emphasizing its restorative properties. “Here, eat this. It’ll put some fire back in your belly. Don’t go collapsing on us mid-voyage.”

Sanji’s concern was never just performative; he was a man of action. He’d subtly begin to alleviate your workload. If you were in charge of maintaining a certain part of the ship, you might find him inexplicably polishing it to a gleaming shine, or perhaps he’d take over some of the heavier lifting during supply runs, his movements fluid and efficient, ensuring you had less to strain yourself with. He’d also become your personal food monitor, making sure you ate proper meals, often preparing extra portions packed with nutrients and insisting you sit down and finish every bite. If you were too engrossed in your tasks to leave your post, you might find him appearing with a carefully balanced tray, a concerned frown on his face until you took a bite.

Once he managed to get you to take a break, the lecture would commence, delivered with a characteristic blend of exasperation and genuine care. “You idiot!” he might scold, flicking a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. “What good are you to anyone if you run yourself into the ground? We need you up and running, not looking like a zombie! It’s like trying to cook a decent meal with dull knives – completely inefficient!”

True to form, Sanji would also enlist the support of his beloved Nami and Robin. He’d likely corner them, his expression a mask of pleading desperation. “Nami-san! Robin-chwan! You have to do something! Y/N is working themselves into an early grave! Their beauty/strength is fading before our very eyes! Please, use your wisdom and persuasive charms to make them rest!”

Underneath all the dramatic pronouncements and exasperated lectures was Sanji’s deep-seated desire to protect and care for his nakama. He saw you all as his extended family, and your well-being was paramount to him. His sometimes over-the-top reactions were simply his unique way of expressing this profound care. He wanted you healthy, strong, and able to continue sharing in their adventures, ensuring that no one he considered precious suffered under unnecessary strain. His concern was a passionate, albeit slightly theatrical, force, ensuring you were fed, rested, and reminded, in no uncertain terms, of your value to the crew.

The next one to notice was the great captain Ussop! Obviously…

Usopp’s reaction to your overworking habits would be a spectacle of exaggerated alarm, punctuated by well-intentioned but spectacularly ineffective attempts at assistance. The first time he truly registered your exhaustion, likely when you nearly walked straight past a treasure map he was dramatically unfurling, his eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“Gasp!” he’d bellow, clutching his chest. “Y/N! You look like you’ve wrestled a sea king… and lost! Are you being drained by unseen energy leeches?! We need a protective charm… or maybe a powerful sleeping spell! I saw one in a very reliable… uh… fictional book once!”

He’d then launch into a series of dramatic pronouncements about the dangers of pushing yourself too hard, his voice rising with each outlandish claim.

“They say that if you don’t get enough rest, your shadow will try to escape and live its own tired life! And then you’ll be stuck with a lazy shadow! It happened to my cousin’s friend’s pet chameleon!”

Fueled by a genuine, albeit wildly misdirected, desire to help, Usopp would then embark on a series of clumsy interventions. He might present you with a murky concoction in a chipped mug. “Here, Y/N! Drink this! It’s my special ‘Get-Your-Zoom-Back’ juice! It’s got… uh… some seaweed for strength, a pinch of that shiny rock I found for… energy… and a secret ingredient that makes you sleep like a log!” (It would likely taste vaguely of seawater and disappointment).

He might then offer to take over your duties, his chest puffed out with false bravado. “Don’t worry, my friend! Leave it to Captain Usopp! I shall shoulder your burden with the might of a thousand… well, at least ten… brave warriors!” This would inevitably lead to a comical scene of him struggling to lift something light, tangling himself in ropes, or accidentally misplacing crucial items.

Witnessing your exhaustion would also trigger one of his own well-established illnesses. He’d start clutching his head, his face paling. “Oh no… I think I’m feeling a little… weary too… Maybe it’s catching! We’re all going to become work-zombies! We need to quarantine the tired people!” He’d then start suggesting elaborate and utterly unnecessary health precautions for the entire crew, involving things like wearing special “anti-fatigue headbands” fashioned from old socks or eating only oddly colored fruits.

However, amidst the dramatics and the comical mishaps, a flicker of genuine concern would peek through. In a quieter moment, perhaps while you were slumped against a mast, trying to stay awake, Usopp might approach you hesitantly, his usual bluster momentarily absent. “Hey, Y/N… seriously though… are you okay? You look… really worn out. Maybe you should actually try to get some sleep. For real this time.”

In true Usopp fashion, he might also try to solve the problem with a grand, adventurous distraction. “Hey! I just remembered! There’s this legendary ‘Resting Island’ I heard about! They say the air there is so relaxing, you instantly fall into a deep, rejuvenating slumber! Let’s go! Forget about all this boring work!” (The “Resting Island” would likely be a figment of his vivid imagination).

Ultimately, Usopp’s chaotic reaction would stem from a good place. He genuinely cared about your well-being and wanted everyone on the crew to be safe and happy. His methods might be outlandish and his attempts to help often backfire, but his loyalty and concern, however clumsily expressed, would be undeniably present beneath the layers of his usual bravado and tall tales. He might be more of a hindrance than a help in getting you to rest, but his heart would definitely be in the right place, even if his “energy potions” weren’t.

Franky’s observation of your near-trip was less a subtle noticing and more a full-bodied, mechanical assessment of instability. One moment, you were walking with your usual (if currently sluggish) gait, the next, a slight misstep sent you lurching, arms windmilling precariously. Franky, who happened to be welding a reinforcement onto the ship’s railing nearby, immediately registered the wobble.

“Oi, Y/N!” he boomed, his voice echoing across the deck, the sparks from his welding momentarily forgotten. “Whoa there! You’re listing worse than a ship with a hole in its hull! You look like you’re about to break down, buddy! Your internal mechanisms ain’t lookin’ too ‘SUPER!’ right now!”

His first instinct, as always, was to offer a practical, tangible solution. “Yo!” he’d call out, tossing his welding mask aside. “Leave whatever you’re doin’! I got this! You look like you need a full-body tune-up! Go get some recharge time!” He might stride over and physically steer you away from your task, his large, metallic hand surprisingly gentle on your arm. “Don’t strain those circuits! I’m built for the heavy-duty stuff! That’s what being SUPER is all about!”

Franky would then launch into one of his signature analogies, comparing your exhaustion to a poorly maintained machine. “Listen up, Y/N! You gotta treat yourself like a well-oiled machine! If you keep running on empty, your gears are gonna grind to a halt! Just like a poorly maintained cola engine – sputter, sputter, BANG! No more SUPER power!” He might even gesture towards the Sunny. “Even our amazing ship needs time in dry dock for repairs and upgrades! You’re no different! You’re a vital part of this crew’s SUPER structure!”

His solution was simple and direct: rest. “Y/N! Time for some serious R&R! Rejuvenation and Relaxation! How about a dip in the pool? Or just go lie down and let your internal power core recharge! Think of it as a SUPER pit stop!” He might even try to engineer a solution, his mind already whirring. “I could build you a SUPER sleep pod! It’ll have built-in massage jets and play soothing robot lullabies!” (The lullabies would likely be surprisingly loud and metallic).

While his approach was typically boisterous, a genuine concern underlay his loud pronouncements. If you continued to brush off his concerns and try to push through your exhaustion, a more serious note would enter his voice. He might place a large, metallic hand on your shoulder, a surprisingly grounding gesture. “Hey, seriously, Y/N. You gotta listen to your body. We need you at one hundred percent, SUPER strong! Don’t burn out your circuits for good.”

True to his nature as a shipwright and crewmate, Franky would likely bring your condition to the attention of others. “Oi! Chopper! Sanji! Y/N’s lookin’ like they’re about to fall apart! We need some SUPER medical attention and some SUPER fuel in ‘em, pronto!” He’d be part of the collective effort to ensure you got the rest and care you needed, his loud encouragement echoing through the ship.

At the heart of Franky’s reaction was his deep camaraderie and genuine care for his nakama. You were part of his wacky, wonderful, SUPER family, and seeing you run down went against his understanding of how a well-oiled, SUPER crew should function. His boisterous enthusiasm, usually a source of high spirits, would be channeled into supportive encouragement for rest and recovery, his “SUPER!” spirit aimed at getting you back to your own “SUPER!” self. He might be loud and a little over the top, but his concern was as solid and well-built as the Sunny herself.

Brook, ever the gentleman of the Straw Hats, would likely approach your exhaustion with a characteristic blend of his ghoulish humor and a surprisingly poignant empathy, born from his own long centuries of solitude. The first sign he’d notice might be your unusually quiet demeanor during one of his musical performances, or perhaps the lack of your customary polite chuckle at one of his skull jokes.

“Yohoho!” he’d declare, his skeletal grin wide as ever, though his empty eye sockets might seem to hold a touch of concern. “Y/N-san, you appear to be moving with the speed of a snail crossing the Grand Line! Are you perhaps trying to catch up to my state of timelessness? Though, unlike me, you still have the distinct advantage of… well, being alive! Skull joke!”

He’d then likely draw upon his own unique experiences, the long decades spent adrift, a solitary soul yearning for connection. “You know, for many years, all I had was the creaking of my ship and the endless expanse of the sea for company. And trust me, even a soul, or the memory of one, needs its respite! You are surrounded by the precious gift of your nakama now, Y/N-san. Don’t let the relentless tide of work wash away the moments you could be sharing with them.”

His concern would often weave into his appreciation for life, a theme frequently found in his melancholic melodies. “Life is a fleeting vibrato, Y/N-san,” he might say, his bony fingers gently plucking a somber note on his violin. “Don’t let the persistent fortissimo of your labors drown out the delicate pianissimo of rest and joy. We must savor these precious measures we have together.” He might then suggest a gentle diversion. “Come, let us partake in some tea and perhaps a melancholic ballad! We must cherish these ephemeral moments of camaraderie.”

Being the ship’s musician, Brook would naturally offer his melodies as a form of therapy. “Perhaps a soothing sarabande will help you unwind your weary spirit, Y/N-san? I know a lovely adagio about the tranquility of slumber! Though, as a skeleton, my own sleep schedule is rather… nonexistent! Yohohoho!” He might then play a soft, lilting tune on his violin, the notes weaving a calming atmosphere around you.

In his own unique way, Brook might even touch upon the ephemeral nature of life. “We only have this one composition to play out to its fullest, Y/N-san. Don’t let it be consumed by an endless, exhausting crescendo of work. There will be ample time for the allegro of tasks later, but these andante moments of rest and connection with your fellow musicians are precious and will soon become cherished memories.”

Beneath the layers of his skeletal humor and musical metaphors, a genuine earnestness would surface. He might place his bony hands together in a polite, almost pleading gesture. “Please, Y/N-san, do take excellent care of your living body. Your well-being is a vital note in our crew’s harmonious symphony.”

Ever the polite soul, Brook would likely express his concern and offer his support, but he might be less forceful than some of the more… physically assertive members of the crew. He would trust that his gentle encouragement and his unique perspective on the value of life and companionship would resonate. His hope would be that his words, like a soothing melody, would gently guide you towards the rest you so clearly needed. “Yohohoho! Please prioritize your precious life, won't you?”

(I love writing Brook sm, the cello/violinist in me gets giddy when I write him.)

Luffy, ever the straightforward and fiercely protective captain, wouldn't grasp the intricacies of overworking at first. He’d likely just register the most obvious symptom: your persistent weariness. His brow would furrow, and his head would tilt in that familiar inquisitive way as he observed you day after day. “Hey, Y/N!” he might call out, his voice carrying across the deck. “You look… droopy. Like a flag with no wind! Didn’t Sanji give you enough meat?” He’d completely miss the underlying cause, attributing your exhaustion to a lack of his favorite food.

But as the days wore on, and he witnessed you nearly tripping over your own feet or saw the dark circles under your eyes, his carefree demeanor would slowly erode, replaced by a genuine, childlike worry. He might watch you intently, his usual grin absent. “Oi, Y/N!” he’d exclaim, his voice losing its usual playful lilt. “You okay? You look like you’re gonna fall over and bonk your head!”

Luffy wasn’t one for subtle inquiries. His concern would manifest in a very direct, albeit Luffy-esque, confrontation. He might suddenly grab your arm (gently, but with surprising firmness) mid-task, his rubbery grip surprisingly strong. “Stop it!” he’d declare, his usual cheerful tone replaced with a note of something akin to frustration.

He’d likely state the obvious in his own unique way. “Why are you always doing that?” he’d ask, his black eyes wide with confusion. “You’re gonna break! Like… like that time Usopp tried to fix the mast with sticky tape!” His understanding of “breaking” might be more akin to a physical object snapping, but the underlying concern for your well-being would be unmistakable. He might even try to physically intervene, his solution as direct as his question. If you were stubbornly trying to lift a heavy object, he might simply try to pull you away, his mind already leaping to a completely unrelated and infinitely more fun alternative. “Come on! Let’s go see if there are any weird fish jumping out of the water!” or “Shishishi! Sanji just made a mountain of meat! Let’s go eat it all!”

Luffy valued his crew, his nakama, above all else. Seeing one of his precious friends hurting themselves, even unintentionally, would genuinely upset him. His voice might take on a louder, more insistent tone, tinged with a rare hint of frustration. “You’re being dumb!” he might declare, his hands planted firmly on his hips. “You need to rest! Like when Zoro sleeps all day! But… not that much!”

His way of expressing care might not be eloquent, but it would be undeniably present. He might suddenly plop down beside you, insisting you sit down too. He might try to hand you a piece of meat, even if it was clearly not what you needed. Or he might just stand nearby, his gaze fixed on you, a silent, unwavering expression of concern on his usually cheerful face. He’d also likely bring it up to the others, his straightforward questions seeking a solution. “Nami! Chopper! Y/N’s acting weird and looks all wobbly! What’s wrong with them? How do we fix it?”

Luffy’s solutions, as always, would be unconventional but born from a pure heart. He might decide the best cure for exhaustion was fun and adventure, completely oblivious to the concept of needing actual, quiet rest. He might try to take over your work, his rubbery limbs flailing with good intentions but likely creating more chaos than order. Ultimately, his driving force would be to make you stop hurting yourself, even if his methods were as chaotic and unpredictable as a sudden Gum-Gum Storm.

Despite his simplistic understanding of the situation, Luffy’s reaction would be rooted in a deep and unwavering care. He wouldn’t understand the internal pressures driving your overwork, but he would instinctively recognize that you weren’t okay. His message, however clumsily delivered and ill-conceived his solutions, would be clear: “You’re my nakama. Your health and happiness are important. Stop doing whatever’s making you look so… un-fun. Let’s go do something exciting instead!”

The breaking point came during a fierce skirmish on a seemingly deserted island that turned out to be the territory of surprisingly well-organized bandits. You had been pushing yourself, your movements sluggish but fueled by sheer willpower, trying to keep up with the relentless pace of your crewmates. A bandit lunged, a crude blade glinting in the harsh sunlight. You reacted, but a fraction of a second too late, your footing unsteady. The world tilted, and the last thing you registered was a sharp pain in your side before darkness swallowed you whole.

You awoke to the familiar, sterile scent of Chopper’s infirmary. Your side throbbed with a dull ache, and your eyelids felt heavy. As your vision cleared, a sea of familiar faces swam into focus, their expressions a mixture of worry and… something akin to exasperation. All the Straw Hats were there, crammed into the small space.

Chopper, his tiny form perched on a stool beside your bed, was the first to speak, his voice uncharacteristically stern. “Y/n! You’re awake! Don’t you ever do that again! Collapsing mid-battle! It was reckless!”

Luffy, ever direct, leaned in close, his brow furrowed. “Oi, [Name]! You were all floppy! Like a wet noodle! You gotta eat more meat so you don’t break!”

Sanji, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his gaze softer than usual, chimed in next. “My dear Y/N! Such a beautiful soul shouldn’t be subjected to such… dramatic fainting spells! I’ve prepared a special recovery meal. It’s light but packed with energy. You’ll be back to your radiant self in no time!”

Franky, his large metallic arms crossed, looked down at you with a serious expression. “Yo, Y/N! That wasn’t ‘SUPER’ at all! You gotta maintain your chassis! Can’t go offline like that! We need all the systems to go on this crew!”

Brook, with a tilt of his skull, offered his unique perspective. “Yohohoho! Y/N-san, you gave us quite a scare! For a moment, I thought you’d decided to join me in the land of the… well, you know! But in all seriousness, you must cherish your life! It’s far too precious to waste away with exhaustion!”

Usopp wrung his hands dramatically. “I knew it! I knew overworking led to terrible things! I bet work ghosts were draining your life force! We need to put up anti-work wards! And maybe some lucky charms!”

Nami, her arms crossed, her expression a blend of relief and annoyance, stepped forward. “Honestly, Y/N! You scared us half to death! And you nearly messed up our chances of getting any treasure on this island! You need to take better care of yourself! It’s bad for the crew’s efficiency!”

Robin, her gaze gentle but firm, sat beside Chopper. “Y/N, your dedication is admirable, but as we’ve all observed, it has reached a dangerous point. We value your contributions, but your well-being is paramount. We need you healthy.”

Jinbe, his voice calm and steady, added his wisdom. “My friend, pushing yourself to such extremes is akin to sailing against a relentless storm without rest. It is unsustainable and ultimately harmful. We need you to be strong and capable for the journey ahead.”

Even Zoro, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, offered his gruff concern. “Hn. Weakness is a liability. Get some rest and don’t let it happen again.” It was his way of saying he cared, however blunt.

A wave of guilt washed over you as you took in their worried faces. You had pushed yourself too far, and they had all noticed. It was their own chaotic, caring intervention.

You managed a weak smile. “I… I understand. I’m sorry.”

Luffy grinned, his usual cheer returning. “Shishishi! Good! Now that you’re awake, Sanji’s gonna give you all the good food! And then we can have a party!”

Despite the somewhat chaotic nature of their concern, you felt a warmth spread through you. You were surrounded by your crew, your family, and they were worried about you. Maybe it was finally time to listen.

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My first post!! Hope you enjoyed.

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Happy Working Song | Brook & Reader

Part of the Thousand Sunny Slice-of-Life Series

Find the other parts with the rest of the Straw Hats here

Summary: It’s cleaning day onboard the Thousand Sunny, and Brook knows more than anyone that working is always more fun with a little bit of music. Word count: 1.1k  Tags: one-shot, domestic bliss onboard the sunny, platonic straw hat pirates x reader, no use of y/n, GN but written with F!Reader in mind, i swear this was supposed to be pure fluff but it took a bit of an emotional turn at the end (sorry but brook's backstory lives rent-free in my head) Disclaimer: this fic contains excerpts of "Binks' Sake" taken verbatim from the Funimation dub

The Thousand Sunny sailed alone through the waters. No other ship, nor islands, were visible in any direction as far as the eyes could see.

The ship was far from lonely, though. Its inhabitants, while small in number, never failed to fill up the space with endless chatter and laughter. 

Another constant onboard the Thousand Sunny was music. 

From sweet serenades to jaunty sea shanties, the Straw Hats’ very own musician was never out of tunes to play or songs to sing. The melodies from Brook’s violin, or sometimes electric guitar, acted almost like a soundtrack for your day-to-day lives onboard the Sunny. Hence, it was not unusual that a lively tune was the first thing you heard when you opened your eyes this morning. 

The violin’s song accompanied you as you brushed your teeth, washed your face, and changed out of your sleepwear. Your crewmates were just starting to stir from their sleep when you stepped out of the room. Brook immediately noticed you and shouted out his good morning, his bony fingers not once faltering in their dance upon the strings of the instrument. 

You returned his greetings as you sat on one of the swings on the lawn deck. You closed your eyes, swaying slowly while enjoying the wind on your face and the sweet violin in your ears.

A News Coo’s arrival broke you out of your trance, and you put a coin in its little pouch in exchange for a newspaper. Your eyes had barely scanned the front page headline when Sanji poked his head out of the kitchen and announced that breakfast was ready.

Brook ended his performance with a flourish, and you clapped appreciatively as he took a curt bow. 

He came by you and offered an arm, “Shall we go to breakfast?”

You nodded and linked your arm with his skeletal one – the feeling strange, but not unusual. 

Breakfast at the Thousand Sunny was always full of life. You never get tired of discussing the morning paper with Robin and Jinbe while enjoying Sanji’s hearty offerings, or hearing the crew’s raucous laughter as Zoro desperately protects his plate of food from Luffy’s sneaky arms. Your captain’s huge appetite also meant that breakfast, or any meal really, was always a quick affair for the Straw Hats. 

“Thanks for the meal, Sanji!” Luffy shouted as he moved to get up, but he was stopped by Nami’s palm on his head, forcing him to sit back down on his chair.

“Now, wait a minute, Luffy!” Nami scolded him, “Did you already forget what I told you yesterday?”

“No…” Luffy answered with a pout, his eyes wandering everywhere but to meet Nami’s. 

“You suck at lying!” Nami sighed, “I told you we’ll be cleaning Sunny after breakfast.”

Cleaning day at the Thousand Sunny doesn’t come by as often as it should, on account of all the troubles that always seem to follow the crew whenever they go. But when the waters are calm with no pursuing ships in sight, the crew would dedicate an entire day to properly look after their home. 

Once Nami finished listing off the crew’s chores, all of the Straw Hats rose from the table and got ready to work. 

Sanji was tasked with deep cleaning the kitchen and the pantry, whilst Nami was in charge of the baths. Luffy was swinging around like a monkey high up upon the masts, wiping the sails clean from salt and grime, and disposing of any debris caught in the riggings. Jinbe had dived from the side of the ship and was working underwater to rid the ship’s hull of barnacles.

You and Brook, meanwhile, took up the job of swabbing the decks. Brook scrubbed the wooden deck with a brush, and you followed with a mop and a bucket of fresh water. 

The sun slowly crept up higher into the sky as you worked, the heat becoming more intense by the hour. By noon, you were drenched in sweat and were beginning to feel the effects of your labor. 

“Are you feeling quite alright?” Brook asked, “It is remarkably hot today, isn’t it?” 

“I’m okay, thanks!” You told him, fanning your face with your hand in a desperate effort to find some relief from the heat, “Just need a little break, maybe.”

Brook handed you a small towel, which you took gratefully and used to wipe the sweat off your forehead. You draped the towel around your neck and leaned against the railing to take a breather. Brook (literally) rested his bones beside you. 

“My old crew,” Brook began, breaking the silence. His voice was tinged with a forlornness you couldn’t even dare try to comprehend, “They used to whistle all the time while swabbing the decks. Laboon loved it — he used to jump and swim around, circling the ship as if dancing to the music.”

Brook then suggested, “Perhaps a jolly little tune would also lift our spirits?”

He paused dramatically, before following up with a cheerful voice, “Ah, but I’m a skeleton so I don’t have lips to whistle, yo ho ho ho!”

You chuckled, more out of amusement at his antics rather than actually finding the joke funny, then proposed, “How about a song to sing then?”

“That is a wonderful idea,” Brook said as he took his long-handled brush and held it before him like a stand microphone. 

Brook took a deep breath and started his solo. The opening bars of his favorite song filled the air like a cool breeze amid the heat, “Yo ho ho ho~ Yo ho ho ho~” 

He gestured for you to take part in the song, and you obeyed, shy and hesitant at first, but gradually gaining confidence after a few notes. 

“Gather up all of the crew, it's time to ship out Binks' brew! Sea wind blows, to where, who knows? The waves will be our guide!”

Your voices rang out in harmony, as you picked up your mop again and started moving it across the deck to the vibrant rhythm of the song. 

Luffy was the first to notice your little duet. His loud voice echoed from the top of the mast, joining in to make a trio.

“O'er across the ocean's tide, rays of sunshine far and wide!”

Franky, who was mowing the grass of the Sunny’s central deck, turned the trio into a quartet, “Birds they sing, of cheerful things, in circles passing by!”

And so, one by one, the rest of Straw Hats picked up the song as they worked on their respective tasks. Colorful voices resonated from the crew’s various stations all over the Sunny, filling up the ship with the joyful melody. 

It was slightly out of tune, slightly out of tempo, and obnoxiously loud – but Brook couldn’t ask for a better chorus.

a/n: man, i love brook. and i just really love the idea of him being surrounded by a loving crew and having someone sing along to his music again after all that time :')

Find the other parts with the rest of the Straw Hats here

[slaaverin]

I came across an old post the other day, about the nature of Jikooks relationship, this post was circa April 2018. The op said they thought Jikook had a special relationship (baring in mind this is after GCFT), but that they did not know if it was 'romantic' in nature. The post I was reading though, was about JM himself, and how he is a flirt. To summarise the view of the op - he is just that, a flirt, flirts with anyone, but this is not necessarily romantic either, just his nature, and the way he communicates/puts people at ease. To be fair, it kinda made sense what op was saying - ba I think we all know, JM loves to be loved, and loves to give love. Op then added on the end that bs of JM's endless 'flirting with everyone and anyone he encounters, it is hard to know when he might have a different interest in someone (I think they were truly referring to the members here, and ships).

However, what struck me reading it, is that, if that is the case, if that is how op/and others see JM, how is he ever meant to show romantic interest in someone? If he is only seen as an endless flirt, and reduced to that, how could someone differentiate between platonic/harmless" flirting and ‘romantic flirting'. It made me feel quite indignant about how JM himself might perceive that.

I say this also because if op decided that in their eyes jikook have a special relationship, but one which might not be romantic in nature. Because their own personal relationship is like that… typical lmao. But using jikooks bond as an example - how would one then decide whether it was indeed 'romantic?

So, if we think about jikook up until mid-2018 - and all the things they actually did up to, and during that time, that make their bond stand out - what more could anyone want? We're talking about, as I said above, post GCFT, post BV3 (filming at least, b I can't remember the dates), etc, etc.

And this got me to thinking what it would be like to actually date one of these boys. especially Jikook.

How in the world is one meant to think that JM is into you, if all he does is flirt with others? How would you feel special? How would you navigate a relationship with JM/JK, when they seem hell bent on dedicating time solely to each other. Would said person not feel left out, upset/angry? If I was with JM or JK in 2023 for example, and said bf decided to hop on a plane and fly 15 hours to go see his bft whom he had drifted from apparently, and film a show where they ended up in bed cosy and slapping ass, and then travelled again, and again, lastly to romantic and snowy Sapporo. I mean my bags would be packed sooner than you can say boo to a goose.

Or, hypothetically, even as a prospective future partner, even googling content like that would probably spike jealously in even the sanest person - because logically how would one ever feel comfortable letting them be around the other? What kind of sane person would put up with that? Where is the self respect! I mean that seriously.

Because to me, all these boys have ever done (esp in recent years) is single themselves out as something, and I would eat my own arm if that something is not 'romantic' in nature, because otherwise what is the point, truly. BTS are the biggest band in the wsrld, they do not need to do FS, they do not need to make up elaborate lies to sell themselves. Nothing about likeeks relationship actually sells with the fandom at large anyway, lets be honest, so there is no need for them to do what they do. Unless that is, they want to, and they cannot help it.

Objectively then, since ops post was mid 2018, 7 years has all but passed. We have had many, many ‘moments' that stand out, we all know them, I won't list them. Then we come to 2023, and we have the show, and the enlistment. I did wonder for a brief second what op might think about that, since they stopped posting in 2019, but then I thought, who cares, because honestly, to me, that sort of narrative is tired, and then some.

Jikook have singled themselves out as a duo to be reckoned with, in the charts and in life, and contrary to what those with views like op think, they have done that with purpose. Again, they didn't have to, they chose to, and to me that means something. I am not talking about how Hebi and JM have a really close relationship that the fandom acknowledges, or that vain are 'soul mates', or JK and Jin are close, or JK fell in love with Joon's thighs and has a man crush on him. This is different, markedly so.

But going back to JM and his 'flirty' personality, is it me or does JM do less of this in recent years? He was an extraordinary performer in LYS/SY era, he really did have an outgoing flirty persona on and off stage, but the JM of 2023 at least, did not ts me. He seemed shy, reserved, giggly sometimes, but also not always, by the latter half of 2023, more assure of himself. For example, he treated Sophia with upmost respect, he didn't flirt imo. His female dancers too, although solos go gah gal over their ‘interactions' (be they are hetro losers) he was literally just being professional. I call this maturity, and him coming into his own. Him letting some of that overriding need to be loved, or to be loud go, almost. If that makes sense?

This brings me to another thing the op said in a different post, but linked to the original, in that JM the flirt king' was simply that with JK at the start, just flirty and not in a romantic interest kind of way, and that JK (a baby gay), confronted JM about this eventually, said he likes him, and that JM replied with '1 don't like boys like that'. So not only did OP in their 'wisdom' confine JM to a flirt, but also a queer baiter of sorts? And that JK is happy with that because at least he gets JMs attention...I mean what the heck is that?!! The OP said it would not surprise them at all because JM flirts with anyone, that he is indeed straight. Well, I guess we do not know, but since said post, the portfolio was released, and I will leave that up to others interpretation. But I will say, to me JM has shown us part of who he is, and he is not a queer baiter like op suggests.

All this to say, that my overriding thoughts when reading opinions like that of op, or even recent ones of some of his solos, is that everyone pigeonholes JM into what they want him to be, maybe that is because he is an Idol, it's the job description, but he is so much more than that, much more human and much more nuanced. I mean what would such as op think a 'romantic' relationship looks like - the sheer love that excludes from these two, the way they look at so, the way JK sucked JMs ear in front of thousands, a romantic travel video with a love song bought for exclusive use, the sheer devotion you see from them, the domesticity, the companionship, they are the best of friends, the support they give, the laughter, the quiet moments, the commitment they showed when enlisting together, travelling together? What more could they do honestly?

As I said above, I wouldn't want to be in a relationship with either one of them, given how they are with each other... that would be a hell no from me.

Anon, this is a lot to unpack.

(I want to preface and for reference for future posts, that I am an INFJ, so I can be somewhat analytical but I function and communicate primarly with emotions and intuition, so I can only convey my feelings to you, and it is very unlikely I will bombard you with any type of facts, dates ect. Due to my spiritual journey many memories from the past are also erased as soon as they enter my mind, due to focusing mainly on the present moment. So I usually can't tell you "yes but this happened at that moment!", the only thing I can truly say is my feelings about a situation, and the perceptions I had/have of it because from the memories that's the only thing that truly stays with me. Just so you know this is a particular way of answering asks and it is not my intention to stay vague but this is how I usually communicate. I'm ok at conveying feelings but that's about it lol so bear with me)

Look, I kinda hate this "Jimin is a flirt" narrative going on, even back then.

You know why? Because people take a statement such as this, and you know what they do with it? They make a generalization out of it, they reduce Jimin to it, they try to label him, and put him in a tiny box, which IS NOT how real people function. Jimin is a real complex human.

Did Jimin flirt? Yes. Sometimes more, sometimes less. Did he always do it? No. But the most important thing is HOW he flirted with everyone in contrast to Jungkook.

Because this OP reducing him to an endless flirt who couldn't tell when he had romantic feelings, it is just a load of crap to me.

There always has been A HUGE difference in how he flirts with other people vs Jungkook, and you have to be a fool not to notice.

With other people it's playful, it's cute, it's harmless, it's just for fun, IT HAS NO WEIGHT.

But with Jungkook? Cheesh it's a different story entirely.

I will put it simply: with Jungkook, Jimin cares. It is not for fun. It can be playful, but there is a tension, there is a weight, their is a different level of emotion that comes out from Jimin. It's in the body language, it's in the voice, I don't even know how to explain this, you just see it on his face, and feel it. It shows. And I know it is stupidly vague and subjective.

But even back in the beginning, when Jimin had a crush on Jungkook and was bodly showing it. Your OP might say it was all for fun, he was teasing, which he was. But behind the laughters there were repeated actions and words, their was a fucking intent behind all of this, and you can't tell me this intent this OP could not feel it.

The intent, the crush, the desire, the love, however how innocent it was presented, was real. It was real. It was Jimin's true feelings.

The difference is that when Jimin flirts with Jungkook vs other members or anyone, there are always a depth of feelings behind that flirting. Which he doesn't show with anyone else. How can people not pick up on this?

With Jungkook there is more. It's not all fun&games, in truth it looks quite serious at times, like this has an affect&effect on a private level we know nothing about.

With other people Jimin doesn't care and he does what he does because he wants to. I've never seen this side of him being immature in any way, but more of him being his loving self. It was harmless after all.

(Except with Jungkook)

Because I need to remind that he has never done the things he did with Jungkook with ANY OTHER MEMBER or anyone for that matter! Once again this is not the same levels of flirtations!

Jimin has never been a queerbaiter, he hates fanservice, so the only logical explanation is that his feelings have been true from the start. Even if on stage he has a persona, he often shakes his head when other members do fanservice, he disapproves. Why? Because the moments he has with Jungkook, they are real, the other stuff are not.

The moments with Jungkook have nothing to do with his persona, it's specifically for jungkook & their relationship, it's playing in front of millions but it's not about us at all, it's their own private moment that we just happen to witness, because their relationship is an alive ongoing thing that doesn't stop and continues with every one of their interactions, whether on stage, backstage, in interviews, in reality shows. They are constantly living it and it is ever enfolding. They are not gonna suddenly stop just because we happen to see it.

That's why they also have been so open about it, in a way they don't have much of a choice.

Unfortunately I think over time, circumstances of fame hardened Jimin in a way, he is more private now, more closed-off.

In recent years I have very few memories of him flirting with anyone but Jungkook. He has been nothing but polite and professional and caring with everyone he meets.

So the "Jimin is an endless flirt" doesn't sit right with me at all. He CAN flirt he HAS flirted but not all the time and he did it especially with Jungkook more than everyone else since debut.

Isn't that good indication whom he has romantic feelings for? If that's not enough idk what people want.

I wish people would stop reducing the members to cartoon cliché unidimensional characters they made up in their heads because that's not how humans work. They are not "just this" or "just that", they are layered and changeable and ever evolving. Do you know how complex we are as beings? Anyway.

So no, even when Jimin flirted, I never ever saw him as "nothing but a flirt" in my mind. That's not true, and it doesn't feel right to think it. Because I don't know him intimately enough to pass any kind of judgement like this. One of my favorite saying is "To define is to limit" so I tend to not do this with other people. Because once you made a definitive statement like this it opens the door to any kind of shortcuts, easy and lazy pathways to try to comprehend someone. But people are not easy to understand, and most people don't even understand themselves that well. So please, can we not do that? It's not that simple.

I agree with you. I couldn't date any of them with the other in the picture (I mean I couldn't date any of them period lmao). But yeah how can any other bond compare to jikook's bond, anything else would pale in comparison, they have more than 10 years behind them, bonding life experiences they won't be able to find with anybody else, a connexion so deep and fluid and easy and loving, how can you compete with this?

Since they met I don't believe there has been anyone else serious.

Idk, am I crazy? Does this post makes any sense to you? Am I the only one understanding it this way?

Anyway anon thank you for sharing this reading of yours which was like?? Weird but ok

Feel free to send me your thoughts anytime I will gladly read them 💜 and answer when I can

Take care 🥰

[sorry-not-feeling-it-right-now]

mayhaps voice of the cheated for the ask game ?

(CHEATED MY BELOVED!!!!)

(Go my king, go ape sh!t)

FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM

There’s a lot to like about this guy for me. Where to start…

I like how he’s the only voice that has the ability to unite the voices together towards a singular goal (aka Razor). The fact that he sees each of their assets as valuable and would hear them out despite it all is such an attractive trait for me. I also really really love how he ultimately just wants things to be fair and not have the cards stacked up against him. His anger is justified for me, since his appearance in his own starring route is where the Princess for some reason actually has a weapon when she really shouldn’t have. So of course he’s gonna be mad about it.

His anger is really relatable for me. Being placed in a situation where everything seems to be stacked against you does not seem fun at all, and I really get his feeling of how everything is going to end horribly despite him trying so gosh darn hard to get the victory that he desperately wants. But unfortunately, his sh!t luck doesn’t allow victory to be achieved. At least, not in a smooth sailing sort of way. He’s gonna get himself a few tears before that.

Also, I love how he swears like a sailor. He’s just like me fr.

LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT THEM

(This is out of love for him I promise 👉👈)

Probably how he sometimes let that anger and his feeling of being cheated over consumes him and clouds his judgment. Like how he is in Cage. Unlike in Thorn where he is able to emphasise with the Princess and realise that she’s as much as a victim as he is, in Cage he’s just a hater all and all. It came from a justifiable place, of course, but y’know. It is a very human flaw though. So I don’t really blame him.

FAVORITE LINE

“This whole thing is a crook of shit!!!”

Same Cheated. Same.

BROtp

Cheated and Contrarian is such a funny dynamic to me. Literally just funny jester man that does funny little shenanigans and the guy that gets constantly screwed over. They will say “fu@k the police” for completely different reasons, with Contrarian thinking it’s really fu@king funny while Cheated is just tired of their sh!t. Bonus if Oppy was added into the mix. Two guys with a hatred/dislike towards authority and the guy that would suck up to authority to secure himself in power. Cheated and Oppy at each other’s throats trying to out-trick the other and Contrarian is just there watching them like it’s some sort of thriller. Contrarian making fun of Oppy. They’re just so cartoonishly funny that they’re basically the trio(tm) that’s always there when sh!t gets down. The comedy potential is endless with these three.

He and Thorn would make for a good friendship too I think. Both as a ship thing or just a platonic thing. He would definitely get her, such as having your victory striped away just when you were about to get it within your reach. Thorn came from Witch, whose core is Soft Princess. So by stabbing her she would feel betrayed and so having her chance of freedom striped away from her by a blade that seem to drop out of nowhere (oh hey Sharp Princess—>Razor parallels). I’d like to think that they would hang out a lot.

This one may seem odd but, Cheated and Cold. Hear me out. They’re the only two that were able to kill the Princess successfully without her fighting back. But the difference lies in one of them being able to walk out, while the other doubted whether the Princess is dead or not. Both of them tried to fulfil their purpose in chapter one, one of them got the reward and ended up hating it, while the other was so close to getting their victory/reward just to have it striped away from them because they had doubted and listened to the doubts in their head. Their interactions in Wraith is golden, with Cheated bringing out Cold’s more spiteful side and Cold probably telling Cheated to still his thoughts and push on. They would be such haters. They would gossip to each other. Do you. Do you understand me.

OTP

Thanks to the fics written by @/writingdevil , I found myself really gravitate towards the pairing of Cheated and Broken.

Both were beaten down by the world, one responds with spite and have the desire to bite back while the other had learned to just take it in order to avoid more hurting. One would listen to what the others had to say and would seriously consider their opinions as something valuable while the other feels like they don’t deserve to be heard despite having the desire to be. Both are compassionate towards those that were beaten down by circumstances outside of their own control. And with that, they would find solace in each other.

(Also for my designs specifically their ship name would be PaperAngel. Just placed right atop the Christmas tree. Cheated probably folded that himself)

NOtp

I have none for this 👀

RANDOM HEADCANON

This relates a bit to my own design for him, but I imagine that he picked up on making origami. At first it was just to fix his body, but he had later found out that he actually really liked doing that, so you can sometimes see him taking a piece of paper(or anything foldable) and just folding it mindlessly.

Call him sentimental, but he actually found himself relating to paper quite a bit. Most pieces of paper were thrown away immediately after a few scribbles or when their short-lived purpose was finished. Paper was cheated from something better, and was usually thrown away after a singular use. Despite how fragile paper is, their cuts are really painful and annoying, as if they’re biting back on the mistreatment they’ve received. He would keep every piece of abandoned paper he could get his hand on and turn them into something else. (This could be a fanfic idea but I’m no writer)

I also imagine that he’s good with all sorts of weaponry. He’s damn good with a blade, but he’s also good with a bat, a bow, a gun, a machine gun, nuclear weaponry… y’know, the usual stuff. He may be one of the shortest and doesn’t have all of his limbs but he’s not gonna let that stop him.

UNPOPULAR OPINION

I honestly don’t think I have an unpopular opinion of him tbh. Well, considering how little content I’ve seen of him.

SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM

None for this column either 😭😭😭

I can’t think of one for now at least

FAVOURITE PICTURE OF THEM

(Ignore the elf cold concepts at the tippy top)

(I feel like I should feel bad for him here but knowing his whole existence is to be screwed over is so funny to me. Like. That’s his purpose. What is he gonna do about that. Bro was clinically diagnosed with bad luck you can’t really change that)

[dragonagefanevents]

What are Exchange Letters?

If you are looking into Fandom Exchanges, chances are you have seen "Letters" mentioned.

Sometimes called a Dear Creator letter, exchange letters are optional, but incredibly helpful, documents to have on hand when signing up for a fanwork exchange. Letters include more in-depth information about the type of gift you would like to receive than typically goes in the AO3 "Prompt" box. Broadly speaking, letters should contain everything your gift-giver would need to know in order to create art or fic you would enjoy. This may include, but is not limited to: general likes and preferences, Do Not Wants (DNWs), ship- or character-specific interests, and OC information. Whether you're writing your first letter or revising your current one, read on to learn more about exchange letters!

Some information in this post has been adapted from the guide created by @enigmalea for @arlathanxchange. Check out their other tutorials for AO3 here!

Do you need a letter?

Not unless the event specifically requires them. Plenty of fans participate in exchanges without a Letter. If you decide not to put together a Letter, it's still a good idea to keep in mind the fact that someone will want to make a gift that you enjoy during this exchange - so leaving good prompts, likes, and DNWs in your official requests is still important!

What should an exchange letter include?

General likes and preferences

If someone is creating a gift for you, they'll need to know what you like! This can include relationship types (romantic, platonic, poly, etc.), tropes (angst, enemies to lovers, only one bed, found family, etc.), AUs, kinks, and art preferences, among other things. If you're not sure where to start, scroll through your AO3 bookmarks/history and think about the Additional Tags you see repeated often, or the ones you use to filter when deciding what to read.

Fandom-specific likes and preferences & ship- or character-specific interests

If the exchange is for a specific fandom/ship/character, you may wish to include specific elements that draw you to that theme! For Dragon Age, this may include things like mage/templar dynamics, Antivan Crows, Elvhenan AUs, Qunari cultures and customs... the possibilities are endless. If you're not sure where to start, check your AO3 tags as described above. You may also consider the types of PCs you like to play, your favorite NPCs, and what draws you to those storylines.

Do Not Wants (DNWs)

In most exchanges, unlike general likes & preferences, Do Not Wants are a hard line for creators. This means that anything you list as a DNW must be avoided by the creator. Think about any squicks you avoid, triggers you might have, tags or ships you exclude when searching, or things that just make you hit the back button and not read a fic. More specifically, you can include things like specific points of view, tenses, styles of writing, general tropes (fluff, angst, smut, etc.), or more specific tropes (whump, D/S dynamics, modern AU, etc.). As with likes and preferences, you can also list fandom, ship, or character-specific DNWs (MCIT, Fen'harel vallaslin, mage/templar relationships, etc.). It is best to avoid being overly broad with your DNWs. Listing things such as "bad people", "hardcore BDSM", and "non-vanilla sex" are confusing for creators to follow and difficult for moderators to enforce. What does bad mean to you? Hardcore? Vanilla? Everyone draws the line on these things in different places - it is best not to assume, even if you think the line is "obvious". It is also best to avoid DNWs that add an unfair burden on your creator. This may include DNWs that force them to create for a specific prompt (DNW: art other than the pose/setting listed), force them to create a crossover work in a single-fandom exchange, or make your gift impossible to create (DNW: Anders mentioned by name in my Handers request). That being said, most exchanges understand that it is near impossible to create an exhaustive DNW list, especially if you're new to exchanges. Most events accept a broad "DNW: kinks other than requested", which allows you to request specific things you know you enjoy, but avoid landmines of squicks you might not even be aware of.

Information about your original characters

If the exchange you're participating in allows original characters, you may wish to include information about your OCs, as a reference for your creator. Since the AO3 prompt box is limited in both space and formatting options, your letter can be a good place to include more detailed backstory & personality information, what they're like in the relationship(s) requested, and reference images or links to reference images of your OC's appearance.

Where can I host my exchange letter?

Google Docs

Google docs is a popular option for hosting letters, particularly if you want to include a lot of text or images, but are not familiar with code. You can easily create a table of contents, link to other docs and external sites, add images, make lists and tables, and generally format your letter in an easy-to-follow manner. If you use Google docs, make sure to update the Sharing settings so that anyone with the link can view the document (not comment or edit), otherwise your creator won't be able to see any of your information!

Tumblr

You can also create your letter as a regular tumblr post or page. This is good option for limited or shorter letters - if you are going in depth, or your lists of likes and DNWs are longer, the length of your post may get unwieldy. Be careful if you use a page (yoururl.tumblr.com/pagename), rather than a post (created via the "Create" button). Mobile users are frequently redirected to blog homepages when attempting to access a page, and may not be able to view a letter hosted there.

Dreamwidth/Wordpress/Other Blogging Site

Although not as widely used or as popular for fandom uses as tumblr, Dreamwidth, Wordpress, and other blogging sites are viable options for letter hosting! If you already have a presence on those sites, or if you prefer to avoid the other hosting options for whatever reason, these may be the choice for you.

Free Webhosts - No/Low Coding Required

Google Sites - free as long as you have a gmail account. Includes basic templates that make it quick and simple to build a site for your letter info. Wix or Weebly - has a site builder with templates, but allows you to do some coding if you'd like. Free, but will force a banner on your site unless you upgrade to a paid plan.

Free Webhosts - Coding Required

Neocities - an homage to the old school geocities. They offer a large amount of space and allow all content, including adult content. Netlify and Vercel - free webhosting with other benefits like automatic deployment from Github. More complicated than is necessary for an exchange letter alone, especially if you're just starting out, but these are a great resource for anyone with coding knowledge who wants to build a website.

Note: Per AO3 terms of service, exchange letters are NOT allowed to be posted as separate works on AO3. Although, you are permitted to list general likes/preferences in your profile, space and formatting options are relatively limited, and generally surpassed by one of the other options above.

[akitauma]

Resources for you!

Character Ideas:

Character creation masterpost

Character Alignment Chart

More character alignment descriptions

Muslim Character questions

Characters with magical powers

Building a new character advice

How to create a character for an online or tabletop RPG (also a good guide on creating characters in general)

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[spcncershybrid]

hello!

wow it’s been a while…3 years since i’ve written anything on here but hey! i’ve actually been working on my own novel series (it’s a duology) but i kind of want to get back into the groove of writing fanfiction again as a lil reprieve from all that.

below is a list of fandoms i write for and am open to requests for (just a heads up i am a full time student in college so in the event i do fall off the face of the earth again and don’t do your request i am sorry in advance):

(will make this prettier in the future but wanted to get this out)

—rules:

I DON'T WRITE SMUT! (I’m sorry but at most it’ll be suggestive)

Stories may be short depending on life circumstances or the request. I may write drabbles or blurbs with the request or may do full length pieces.

I only write fem!reader and gn!reader, i personally do not have any experience being male so i for sure will butcher that idea in writing.

I am open to cross overs (always have been), so things like avenger!reader x dc character is game.

I do not write for female characters. I am pro lgbt <3, love y’all to pieces and stay safe in this political climate, but i do not have any experience with same sex/gender relationships so writing about will seem unrealistic and in my opinion weird.

(List is subjected to change and people will be added, so if you see a fandom but not a person just send me an ask and I’ll consider doing them)

Also listed in order of fandoms I’m eager to write in.

—HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

Jacaerys Velaryon

Cregan Stark

—THE SANDMAN (FUCK NEIL GAIMAN!)

Dream of the Endless

Destruction of the Endless

—MARVEL

Bruce Banner

Joaquin Torres

Bucky Barnes

Bob Reynolds

Druig

Matt Murdock

Steve Rogers

Frank Castle

Charles Xavier

Alex Summers

Hank McCoy

—CHALLENGERS

Patrick Zweig

Art Donaldson

—CRIMINAL MINDS

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

—TVD

Kai Parker

Jeremy Gilbert

—THE ORIGINALS

Elijah Mikaelson

Klaus Mikaelson

Kol Mikaelson

—req formats:

always include the ship. this is kinda obvious.

[ex. jacaerys x reader.]

-plot of imagine. another obvious given. they don't need to be overly detailed but just enough for me to come up with a full imagine.

[ex. targ!fem!reader and jace go to winterfell together to meet cregan.]

[ex. gn!reader is an avenger and meets dream of the endless.]

[ex. reader x avengers platonic, they all go to a club.]

[mania-sama]

march fic recs!

this list is otherwise known as: mania_sama's fic recs: marvel/sambucky addition! because somehow, of the 76 fics i read this month, 74 of them were MCU. of those 74 MCU fics, 61 of them were tagged with sambucky (including platonic). i don't know what happened. hyperfixation really cannot be forced because i was absolutely blindsided by this. never cared for TFATWS. still don't, honestly, but somehow i'm here. please enjoy. i assume next month will be a little more... diverse... in the fandom and ship selection.

organization:

➼ fandom

✎ [Fic Name] by [Author] ❧ rating, word count (in progress tagged if work is not completed) ❧ relationship tags ❧ my description/notes ❧ Quotation

featured fandoms: marvel cinematic universe

more of my fic recommendations: january | february | april | may

➼ marvel cinematic universe

✎ When You Awake by Lunar_Pull ❧ explicit, 19.3k ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ sam has complete amnesia after falling from the sky in a terrible accident during a mission, written entirely in second person. i have said it once and I'll say it again: i find second person really interesting when it's not written from the "y/n" perspective. i like being placed directly in the shoes of a given character. the choice to use second person in this fic is an incredibly powerful one; you really do only know as much as sam knows, aside from what we've gleaned through the tags. we can only put things together as sam puts them together, which leads to some pretty crazy conversations, but also a pretty crazy amount of emotions that swell and tide all at once. i particularly enjoyed the beginning of the fic (though i love all of it); there is a segment where sam starts to truly remember some things for the first time, and he does it through natasha. he remembers loving her. i think it's important for love of all kinds to be showcased, and that intense feeling of love and loss for a friend cuts so, so deep in my heart. it's so well written. and then there is the development of bucky and sam's relationship, of bucky knowing more than what sam knows, but of sam also only knowing what sam knows. bucky's intense desire to do what is best for sam but also to return to what they had before the accident is a very hard emotion to parse through. the whole fic has its ups and down in terms of it being an emotional rollercoaster, but it is SO good and so worth the pain and the suffering that may happen along the way. ❧ You bite your lip nervously, hard enough to cut through the skin. You don’t want to say ‘who’s Sam?’ Because that’s crazy, that’s just insane. You’re Sam. Obviously , you’re Sam. 

✎ TFATWS/CA Fics by midnightdragons ❧ general audience/teen and up, 36.0k (in progress) ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ this is an ongoing series of disconnected one-shots by midnightdragons. you may thinking, why not just recommend one or two fics by them, instead of all of their sambucky fics? truth is, i CAN'T. i can't just stick to one. all of their sambucky fics are phenomenal and i've loved every single one of them. they are all relatively short, so you can certainly go through them all. they are just MMMMMMMM. most of them tackle sam and bucky's respective traumas in one form or another. typically it's bucky's, but that is to be expected: the draw of the winter soldier's endless pit of nauseating, suffocating trauma is literally impossible to resist. but they do an incredibly good job of it; each one is a breath of fresh air from the next; each one addressing another segment that was usually overlooked by the movies and/or TFATWS. if i had to pick a favorite one, i'd probably say Daybreak, because it takes something so simple yet so vital to the relation of trauma: the prosthetic. it has always, always meant fighting. he has only fought with it - only went from one fight to the next for years on end. he only received an arm from the wakandans to fight against thanos. and now? now what is he supposed to do? these kids aren't scared of the arm, they think it's cool. which is so unfathomable to bucky, who simply cannot associate it as such. i think that's a good approach to bucky's character. and then there's the rest of the dynamic, the relationship between the two. it always alternates between sincere and cheeky, like always. and like always, they find room to love each other in between (romantic or platonic, it's up to interpretation. i kind of like the nebulous dynamic). ❧ “If you really wanna act like I’m on my deathbed, you can just sit there and be quiet,” he said at last, voice dry and light. Bucky’s mouth twitched a little, which was a positive. “Your pacing is loud as hell. It’s almost like you’re worried about me, or something,” Sam teased him.

✎ down bad (bone deep) by glittercake ❧ explicit, 16.8k ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ during a new-avengers fight with the red hulk, sam completely shatters more than a few bones in his body and has to spend a long time in complete rehabilitation, starting from bed-bound, to wheelchair, to eventual full recovery. if it wasn't obvious by the first fic i recommended in this month's list, i love caretaker! bucky. i think it's neat. and this fic does it WELL. because while the other fic was in sam's point of view, this one is in bucky's. it's a whole different slew of emotions that come along (as well as the fact the original nature of their relationship is different, but i digress). aside from all of the delicious physical caretaking (of which i take GREAT pleasure in. i love it when character A has to fully, manually take care of character B, including washing B, moving B, feeding B, etc), the gradual process of bucky and sam falling in love over the rehabilitation period is something that i'm not sure i can put into words. it happens all so naturally, like how i would imagine two real life people would fall in love with each other. these two do it like they are real. and that is a master of an art, to bring out the reality in the fiction. the banter is, also, once again, absolutely amazing. it really isn't sambucky if there isn't a healthy amount of banter that makes you laugh. ❧ The rustling paper bag has Sam opening his eyes again. A quick, surprised expression passes over his face like he didn’t expect Bucky to be there. He blinks. “Buck,” he says with the faintest smile before he closes his eyes. “I missed beers.” 

✎ this whole song and dance by Lunar_Pull ❧ general audiences, 3.7k ❧ michelle jones/peter parker, james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ peter comes by the diner mj works at every day, because he still loves her, and it's so hard to be away from her, even though it hurts him to see her serve him every day without a hint of recognition of their past relationship. one day, when he's there as per usual, sam and bucky walk in, talking loudly and acting as if most of the population doesn't know who they are. they then both talk to peter; in rounds, of course, and unintentionally doing so when their other half has walked away. peter has a lot of conflicting emotions in this fic. mostly, it's about peter having lost his entire life and being unable to give up the girl of his dreams. but it's also about how bucky and sam both individually relate to peter's situation and give him advice on what to do going forward. even though neither of them show a hint of remembering him, their words strike a deep cord within peter. because it's not just about the question of whether or not the love is real or if the other person will reciprocate; it's about being the best person you can be for your partner, and about waiting until you are both ready to indulge in something good. this entire fic is a wonderfully beautiful way to relate the complex emotions around love and loss. ❧ Barnes takes a deep, long breath. He shifts in his chair to lean over into Peter’s space. He’s frowning, his entire face is deadly serious, and Peter only briefly wonders if he’s accidentally triggered the Soldier somehow before Barnes responds. His voice is full of conviction when he says, “Then you work your ass off to become the best man you can be. The kind of man she’s not better off without. And when you’ve done that, if you’re lucky enough that she’s not seeing anyone else, you ask her out.”

✎ No Ordinary Love by TheFlashFic ❧ teen and up, 11.6k ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ bucky develops hanahaki disease for sam - a classic. if anyone is going to develop hanahaki, across the span of time, space, fandoms, the multiverse, every show and every book and every film every created, bucky would be the one to do it. the intense yearning and longing he has for anyone he sets his eyes on is UNMATCHED. it would also be just his like, in my opinion, that he would finally have something good in his life, only for it to then be untimely ripped away from him. there is a lot that goes on in this fic, and it sort of tackles all of that. he loves sam, that much is undoubted. it's him learning how to cope that his love will be what strangles him. the worst part about it is that sam struggles to leave him along, so when bucky runs off to die alone like an animal would, sam tags along. and it's all just. it's all just exactly what a hanahaki fic should look like, with the addition of everything that comes with the trauma of having once been the winter soldier. ❧ “Someone in the far east however many decades ago saw the Winter Soldier, this mindless Hydra assassin, and said ‘yeah, someday he’s gonna fall in love, and we can’t have that.’” 

✎ Constellation of Touch by st4rlabsforever ❧ explicit, 13.4k ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ platonic touching is very special to me. despite, the romance tag and the explicit warning, that's honestly what most of this is: learning how to lean into a touch instead of away from it. learning how to love the feeling of skin-on-skin contact, of a body encasing another, without the price or expectation looming over your head. there is a certain catharsis to seeking out touch when you feel it should be banished from you, which is why i particularly enjoyed it in the context of these two. one person, who feels that he will get hurt again if he chooses to express his desire for contact and true friendship. a second person, who fears his own reaction to touch, as though it may turn him into something uncontrollable, and who is actively learning how to go through the steps of expressing any emotion normally. outside of the angst and the parts where they learn that "falling" does not mean "dying", it's also really funny. this author writes dialogue and internal monologues so effortlessly. it's all very natural and all of the voices are extremely in character. a great fic for my platonic touch lovers (TRUST ME ON THIS. THEY DO GET NASTY AT THE END BUT IT IS A SMALL PRICE TO PAY). ❧ He smirks, directing his eyes skyward. In a roundabout way, being forced to acknowledge just how touch-starved they are isn’t so bad either. Neither is learning to lean on your partner from time-to-time.

✎ The Tucson Job by to_be_a_dreamer ❧ general audiences, 11.5k (in progress) ❧ joaquín torres & sam wilson, isaiah bradley & sam wilson ❧ joaquín goes mysteriously missing during an undercover mission that he didn't tell anyone about, and sam and isaiah team up to find him. there isn't much along in this fic yet in terms of the plot, it really has only just begun. but it is already SO promising and so good. the idea the author has is to mix joaquin's comic backstory with his MCU persona, which makes for the whole "missing" plotline. if you don't know what his comic backstory is and want to read this fic, i would say go in blind. it will be ten times more mysterious and intriguing, since you definitively do not know what will happen to joaquin. the story is also a little bit more than just a search-and-rescue. there is a lot of torres family drama, and a whole lot to do with the world of illegal immigration and helping those who cannot be helped by the law or by people who work under the law. it's an emotional piece for sure; the whole fic is about what happens when the government continuously does the wrong thing. i highly recommend this because it fleshes out joaquin's character in a very important and very interesting way. i also live for sam going against the government, because when is captain america not going against the government? ❧ Sam still looked worried, but Joaquín didn’t need him to think everything was okay, he just needed Sam to let him go without asking too many questions, “Okay. Okay, but if you need anything you call me, alright? I mean it, Joaquín, anything at all and I’ll be there, no questions asked.”

✎ diving blind by yukla ❧ teen and up, 10.7k ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ i am a firm believer in bucky acting like a traditional gentleman to sam in a relationship. not that they are in an official relationship until the end, but bucky's trying really hard and that's what counts. he was built to open doors and bring roses and pay for dinner, what more is there to say? buried in the fluff of sam and bucky's adventures as a half-couple is the angst. something that yukla is good at is balancing the tones of the story and making the fic deeper than it originally seems. treading just underneath sam willfully pretending that bucky isn't into him, is sam's trauma. he doesn't want to hurt again. he doesn't want to hurt anyone else again. he doesn't want to have something good, and then watch it plummet to the earth like a bird shot out of the sky. he's done that once already. i can also appreciate how bucky is written, with his capacity to wait, even if it comes at some level of pain. and then, the moment when it shatters like ice between them. that is something i love about yukla's works: that breaking point in the tension, where sam and bucky actually communicate. good soup. ❧ “There are more ways to be hurt,” says Sarah, “than just losing someone.”

✎ the crossed threshold by yukla ❧ teen and up, 3.4k ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ THE AUTHOR THAT YUKLA IS. i wish i could read 500 sambucky fics by them because they just get sambucky like no other has, in my opinion. but alas, they only have three fics, of which i am grateful that they have written any for sambucky at all. the thing i love the most. THE MOST. about their fics is their understanding of sam's character. nobody gets sam like yukla does, okay? it really comes out in this fic. the highlight of the story is this: nobody cared about whether or not sam wanted the shield in TFATWS. nobody cared what it would be like for him to carry the stars and stripes. they do address it, yes, in a manner of 6 episodes and a whole lot of flag-smashing in between. it's about a whole lot of things, carrying that shield. it's about a whole lot of things for sam in particular to carry it. in this fic, he reaches out to bucky in person before the events of TFATWS. he tries to talk to bucky; it doesn't go well. bucky terrorizes sam some. sam breaks. and then they do talk, eventually. because they hit that shatter point when all that's left to do it fit back together the pieces of the porcelain plate. in my mind, yukla and i are writing buddies /j ❧ “Listen to yourself. Listen to yourself talking about this damn metal disc. First it’s about Steve, then it’s about you, and then it’s about John fucking Walker, it’s all about power and legacies and the damn United States of America. There's no room in this conversation for me at all, not for people like me. Nobody asked me what I wanted, even once. Steve didn’t. The government didn’t. John Walker didn’t.”

✎ No more waiting by Barely_Vibing ❧ teen and up, 4.2k ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ in other words: bucky, who hails from the 1930s, is not exactly built for modern-day situationships. because what do you mean you're calling me friend when we both obviously want to suck each other's faces off? yeah, he's not dealing with that. so he sets off to stop these almost-dates by making them official. it's very cute and very in line with bucky, i think, because i don't think he could honestly handle a situationship on top of everything else has constantly has going on. bucky is the president of the "death to situationships" club. he's also cute and gentlemanly in this fic, which i believe in wholeheartedly (as we know). great little fic, very fluffy. ❧ Bucky stepped forward, handing Sam the flowers. He took them if not just put of pure confusion. "They're flowers. For you." Straight forward and to the point. No sense being subtle. "Back in my day, y'know, it was the gentlemanly thing to do for your date."

✎ Fluent in Mistakes, Relentless in Pursuit by Bolets_de_Montjuïc (elsur1953) ❧ teen and up, 2.2k ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ sam is learning spanish, and while he's good, he's certainly not perfect. learning another language is hard. his mistakes are hilarious. overall a very cute fic where sam has some misadventures when speaking the language, but all of his friends and joaquin's family help him along the way. mostly, though (aside from the funny bits), i appreciate the reasonings behind sam learning the language. his goal is to help people, and he can't expect all of these people to be able to speak English, especially since he's located in the united states. it's important for him, as an icon and as a savior, to speak the language of victims. i think that's pretty neat and very in-character for him. ❧ “You let me say ‘I’m pregnant’ in front of the Torreses, and multiple times?”

✎ The Waiting Game by BlueSpark96 ❧ teen and up, 6.0k ❧ joaquín torres & sam wilson ❧ this fic is really interesting. essentially, joaquin and sam take up a mission in antarctica to investigate a glowing cave they suspect is filled with a precious metal. the mission is odd, though. joaquin receives an odd text message on the plane ride over about starting "the waiting game". he ignores it, but then he sees the message again on a computer. he chooses not to think about it. other odd things happen, too. he keeps hearing people in his ear, saying words that they apparently aren't saying at all. then, the mission goes sideways. i can't say anything more because it will spoil the whole thing, so Iill be careful about what i say in terms of praise. it's a VERY entertaining and very interesting fic. i like the breaks in reality, joaquin's confusion, and the overall visuals of the fic. i like stories where reality is not what it seems, that the characters are in far more danger than is being portrayed, and this is exactly that. ❧ “I know,” Joaquín murmured. “Did you know you go to Antarctica when you die?”

✎ Five Times Joaquín Torres Isn't an Undercover Flag Smasher and One Time [REDACTED] by silver_penny ❧ teen and up, 5.1k ❧ joaquín torres & sam wilson, james "bucky" barnes & joaquín torres, joaquín torres & karli morgenthau ❧ this was a hard read for me. it still kind of makes my stomach gurgle when i think about it, which is kind of crazy considering that nothing much actually happens in the fic. it essentially tackles what i really didn't like about TFATWS, which was the fact that it kept trying to get me to sympathize with a t^rrorist group. or, at the very least, it kept trying to get me to sympathize with karli. and i'm sorry, but i couldn't. i couldn't get behind the flag smashers in any capacity, and because karli was part of it (without ever reforming), i couldn't get behind her, either. so, where does this leave this fic? well, it's set over the course of TFAWTS, except joaquín is an actual member of the flag smashers, and not just an undercover spy. it's a lot. it's a lot for me emotionally because i really, really like joaquín. the fic is written masterfully, to the point where it's genuinely believable and applicable to canon - almost like that is what happened, if it wasn't certain that joaquín's characterization didn't allow room for radical idealogy. and for the first time, i sympathized with a flag smasher - until i didn't. because i still can't sympathize, still can't get behind it in any capacity after all this time. it really sucks. this fic is so masterfully written and gut-wrenching in all of the right ways, and any fic that can twist and scramble my mind and stomach in such a way is well worth the recommendation and read. ❧ He leans back against the wall and flips the little scrap of paper over and over in his fingers. He has a choice, here; the last five years have taught him that you always, always have a choice, even if it is hard and vanishingly small.

✎ love, zombies, and barry white by zevlore ❧ mature, 8.3k ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ a series of two fics set in the zombie apocalypse (no powers au), technically set in their own canon but following the same universe/storyline. it's also written entirely in dialogue, with the idea that we are reading transcripts of the conversations that have recorded over the several months that they are traveling around the united states during this apocalypse. it is SO good and so entertaining. the best part of any story, in my opinion, is the dialogue (should it have any - some are formatted differently). in this case, it is ONLY dialogue. it's impressive to be able to capture a character only by the way they speak, and this author does it perfectly. even in an apocalyptic universe, they find a way to be domestic and love each other and be happy, no matter what's burning around them. they've been through so much and yet the reach for each other's hands in every clip. and then when they fight - they make up, because there is no time to be angry in the end of the world. the first fic has a happy ending; the second... not so much. both of them are spectacular though in their own ways, and if you want amputee bucky, you'll have to read the sad one. but it's worth it, in my opinion. both are amazing. ❧ We found a radio to fill the silence a little. Whoever’s out there just playing Barry White, Marvin Gaye, and Tavares on channel seven, know that my husband loves you.

✎ so stay away (or maybe, baby, maybe you should stay) by zevlore ❧ teen and up, 7.0k ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ i'm always an absolute sucker for a mermaid au. set in the 1880s, sam is a fisherman in delacroix, and bucky is a bayou half-man half-fish creature of some sort. when sam is finally able to coax him out, they become something like friends. it's all very sweet, as sam and bucky slowly fall in love with each other. even with a massive communication barrier (which is revealed to be a curse that a warlock had put onto him to not be able to speak more than a couple syllables at a time, all broken and choppy), they find a way to talk and share their lives. it's just. it's so beautiful. they love each other so much. the author's writing is also very pleasant and enjoyable; i recommend reading more of their works if you like one. there's a lot to find in their library, and all of it is delicious. ❧ Bucky shakes his head, looking grim. “Break. No. Love me. Can’t. Love me. Ree-pull-seeve.”

✎ Part of it, Parted by it by outsidertalk ❧ general audiences, 6.8k ❧ james "bucky" barnes/sam wilson ❧ sam has died, shot fatally during a public speech by a man seeking revenge, and bucky grieves. that's it. that's the whole fic. it transitions between certain points where he's reminiscing on the things that he has lost. that the only way he can now measure love is by what he does not have. it's a lot. there is a lot of introspection on his inter-relationships, on his and sam's lives, on their love, and of the future that they'll never get to have. mostly, though, he thinks of all that sam has given, and all that has been taken from him by the people he swore to protect. i think it accurately tackles what it's like to lose a loved in a way you could have never predicted, never prevented, and having nowhere to go with that idle rage and desperation to turn back the clock. you can only sit there and think. it's miserable. this fic is absolutely heartwrenching. and the ending line? the ending line destroyed me. despite the relatively short length of the fic, it feels like it stretches on, and on, and on, that months have passed in this hazy state. but then you find out how long has actually passed. great work. ❧ Tragedy was useless. Self-defense only invited more accusations. The greatest pleasure in the world was listening to tragedies that did not befall oneself—especially if those tragedies were soaked in suffering and spectacle.

✎ Got You Now, Kid by Forge_Makes_Stuff ❧ general audiences, 6.3k ❧ james "bucky" barnes & peter parker, peter parker & sam wilson, james "bucky" barnes & sam wilson ❧ my guilty pleasure are fics where sambucky are the only ones to remember peter parker in some capacity. and i'm not talking that they retain all of their memories of him or that they had some specific epiphany where things are rushing back, but they have some small thing. a deep, unsettling feeling that something is wrong. there's a scratch in the record when they look at spider-man and hear his voice, that there is, quite simply, something missing in their brain. it's a guilty pleasure for the reason of it being that there is no reason they would remember him. bucky has a slightly stronger case than sam (being that he's familiar with the tampering memories in his brain, and the separation of bucky vs the winter soldier), but sam... not so much. but i don't care. them recognizing peter and filtering through these blips of wrong in their brain is EVERYTHING to me. and them putting past their humiliation in Germany to help out someone in need? i love it. i also love the idea that, since they don't fully recognize peter, bucky has to wonder if this missing memory is one of the winter soldier's, which then leads to the problem if this is a victim. it would dramatically change how they approaches the whole idea in a way that greatly pleases me. it indulges me greatly in my guilty pleasures for sambucky + peter and for that i am grateful. ❧ Sam’s used to looking for Bucky’s little tells, the things he does when he’s hurting and won’t tell anyone. Right now, there’s a slight tremor in his right hand, and something in his face that says he wants to bolt. “Kid, I need you to be honest,” Bucky says, just as quietly. “Did I—did the Winter Soldier—”

➼ honorable mention

✎ Gojo Shows You His Gojo: Gojo x Reader by 1s4angelonia ❧ teen and up, 2.8 ❧ gojo satoru/reader, loki/reader ❧ the reason that this is an honorable mention is because, while it is technically a marvel fic, i would say this is moreso for jujutsu kaisen than it is for mcu. also this is a crack fic. but it is a MASTERFUL one. of all of the crack fics i've read, this is one of the best. there is a true art (and i believe this with full sincerity) to the crack genre and this author has it down pat. everything from the tags to the actual contents of the story. the verbiage, the prose, the characters, the backstories. it's amazing. i could only wish to produce a crackfic as masterful as this one. i don't want to get into the plot because i believe any crack fic is best experienced completely blind. i laughed at almost every single line. absolutely amazing work is done here, really the vessel of god's intent. i love crack fics. everyone should be a crack fic enthusiast. ❧ It’s Loki, from the famous Disney plus series Loki! (or from Marvel Comics, before y'all get your panties in a twist).

[awkward-anxiety]

Hey there! My name’s Teddy! I'm 23 and looking for a long-term, detailed roleplay partner who loves angst, slow-burn romance, and deep character development. If you're all about in-depth storytelling, emotional intensity, and exploring characters in unique ways, we’ll get along GREAT!

✨ A Little About Me:

Been RPing since I was 17, starting on Amino and later Discord. Took a small break last year, but I’m back and ready to create epic stories!

I value quality over quantity- I don’t need 1,000-word responses, but I love exploring characters and their development.

I’m all about found family dynamics, emotional arcs, and intense, plot-driven stories. If that sounds like your vibe, we’ll mesh well!

Pronouns? I’m a multi-pronoun mystery, He/They/She/It/We, whatever feels right. 🌈💫 I’m also genderqueer and genderfluid, just in case you need to know for character interactions.

I’m a proud film graduate and a digital artist. so, brace yourselves for some wild visuals! 🎨✨

🎭 EPIC: The Musical RP 🎭 We’re diving into the world of EPIC: The Musical, a roleplay universe where gods, heroes, and mortals alike belt out powerful songs, filled with emotional highs and lows. Whether it’s battling divine forces, navigating slow-burn romances, or dealing with the angst of tragic pasts, this musical setting takes us through a whirlwind of drama, raw emotions, and heart-stopping tunes.

💖 Looking for Characters & Ships: I’m obsessed with the following ships and dynamics from mythology, especially with those emotionally charged arcs. Feel free to hit me up if any of these spark your interest!

Odysseus x Polites

Odysseus x Penelope x Polites

Odysseus x Hermes

Odysseus x Eurylochus x Polites

Hermesias

Telemachus & Odysseus (PLATONIC Father and Son roleplay)

(OdyPen is my OTP for this Fandom but I very much prefer MxM dynamics.)

These characters are so much more than just heroes or gods—they’ve got deep emotions and complicated relationships that will make the musical moments even more powerful. From high notes of triumph to heartbreaking ballads, the dynamic range is endless!

🎭 I’m Happy to Main:

Apollo

Hermes

Odysseus

Polites

Telemachus

If you’re interested in any of these characters, I’d be more than happy to take them on for the roleplay! I’ve got a ton of headcanons and ideas to explore with each of them, and I’m really looking forward to diving deep into their emotional arcs in this musical world.

🎭 Plot Ideas I’m Into: I love character-driven plots, so I’m down for brainstorming something epic and emotionally intense. Here are a few ideas:

Post-Storyline AUs – Continuing after a major event or years later. The songs reflect the journeys they’ve endured.

One Stayed, One Left – One character moved away, and they reconnect years later, with new musical numbers that reveal their emotional growth.

Foster Care AU – One character, jaded and angry, opens up with the help of the other, with vulnerable songs of heartache and healing.

Summer Camp Counselors – Unexpected connections at a summer camp, leading to feel-good numbers with some dramatic moments!

Artist x Theater Kid – Opposites attract in an artsy, chaotic way with a musical theater twist.

College AU – New beginnings, friendships, and navigating life with a coming-of-age soundtrack.

Group Therapy AU – Characters meet while working through personal struggles, with emotional, gut-wrenching solos and duets.

Modern AU- Pretty Self Explainatory

🔄 Open to New Ideas! I am VERY open to new ideas and storylines from a roleplay partner! If you’ve got a plot or character dynamic in mind that isn’t listed here, let’s talk! I’m all about brainstorming and bringing new, creative elements into our stories. Let’s make something unique together that we both enjoy!

⚠️ Boundaries & Triggers: I love writing angst, but there are a few things I’m not comfortable with:

No excessive gore/violence or gun-related topics—I’m uncomfortable with these.

No car crashes or hospital settings—it’s a personal trigger.

I prefer realistic character development for darker themes (e.g., depression, suicidal ideation).

18+ RP and Adult Content:

I prefer roleplay partners to be 18+

I’m open to more adult content in the roleplay, but it must be discussed first. Consent and communication are key for me, and I want to make sure we’re both comfortable with the direction we go in.

📌 RP Preferences:

Canon characters only – I love using established characters (side OCs can be discussed).

Third-person only – Let’s keep it professional and immersive!

No script-style RP – I prefer full sentences, no asterisks or “hfjskdj” in dialogue.

For romance, characters should be 17+, and 18+ for NSFW content.

I match responses but prefer semi-lit to literate replies.

📩 Interested? Let’s Chat! 📩 If you’re vibing with this EPIC: The Musical universe, where gods, heroes, and mortals sing their hearts out while battling emotions, feel free to DM me on Discord (@awkward_anxiety)! I love brainstorming and chatting OOC, so don’t hesitate to reach out. Let’s make some musical magic together! 🎶✨

[batlovebites]

ARE YOU HUNGRY FOR ANOTHER ONE?

Requests: CLOSED | Inbox: 14

Greetings, darlings!~ I'm Bites. I've recently gotten into Cookie Run and have decided this is a fixation I simply must write about. Thus, here I am, eager to serve you the finest of foods. Before you order, though, there's some things you should know below:

RULES FOR REQUESTS

-> I primarily write for Kingdom! I'm willing to write for Ovenbreak and Witch's Castle cookies, but will be less knowledgeable on them and therefore more likely to write them OOC. -> I will not write romantic x readers for any minor characters, even if the reader character is also a kid/the character is aged up. Just feel weird about it. -> This is only for X reader stories, I won't do any other ships. Platonic or romantic for reader is accepted! I'll assume romantic by default when both character and reader are adults, so do specify if you want something platonic or familial. All writing will only be SFW. -> You can clarify whether you want headcanons (a bulletpoint list of things relating to the prompt) or a drabble (a little story). If you don't specify, I'll just do whichever of the two I feel like. You may also ask for a 'letter', but unlike the other two, I will only write letters if explicitly asked for. -> If the gender of the reader is not specifically relevant to plot/prompt of the story, it will be kept neutral. I request you also keep it neutral unless its relevant to the prompt. -> Will be updated with more boundaries as they become necessary to note.

TAGS

#✧ Bite Your Tongue ✧ - For any post which is not writing, generally a talk tag. Filter this if you don't want to see anything but the writing! #✧ Lovebite Bits ✧ - For all writing posts, be it headcanons, letters, or drabbles. #♱ Bitesized Morsels ♱ - For all writing under the 'Headcanon' category. #♱ Feast for The Eyes ♱ - For all writing under the 'Drabble' category. #♱ Honeyed Words ♱ - For all writing in the 'Letter' category. #♱ Meals Made To Go ♱ - For when I reblog other's writing or art. #Wine and Whispers - Spoiler tag! When story updates are released for CRK, I'll tag posts that contain spoilers to that update for the first week or two with this.

TAGS FOR CLAIMED EMOJI ANONS

#Regular Diners: ⭐Anon #Regular Diners: 🪼 Anon #Regular Diners: ✨ Anon

That's all!~ Now feed your requests into my inbox to sate my endless appetite.

                         - Bites 🗡

[slitheringghost]

Tom Riddle for 4 & 8

4. fav fic w them in it

I am endlessly recommending slashmarks Voldemort because they write the absolute BEST version and it’s criminal that their fics don’t get more attention in Tom Riddle circles. I've recced these in my Voldemort rec lists, but reccing again - among the top favs are:

of all my demon spirits by slashmarks (Tom & Ginny, 1.7k, T)

Rec: Ginny writes to Tom after the events of CoS. Paints a detailed picture of Tom and Ginny's relationship, and it's a great character study of Tom in addition to Ginny.

But I think maybe you were lying when you said that I was boring and stupid after all. Do you remember when we talked about the last war and I didn’t understand how anybody could think muggles were animals, because even if I don’t really know any muggles we go into the village to get groceries and stuff all the time and Mrs. Hoof keeps sweets by the counter just to give them to kids like me? You teased me about being bought with candy, but then you said the Death Eaters had to decide muggles weren’t people in order to kill them, and that really most people do that all of the time, like with house elves and stuff. You said that it was because most people are hypocrites and can’t face their real choices, but I think maybe it’s something you do, too, Tom. Maybe I had to be a boring and stupid little girl because you were about to kill me.

endless nights took on my whole life by slashmarks (Bellatrix/Voldemort, Voldemort & Rodolphus, Bellatrix & Rodolphus, Sirius & Bellatrix, 12.4k, M)

Rec: My absolute favorite Tom Riddle POV. A HILARIOUS Voldemort and Rodolphus dynamic in addition to a wonderful Bellamort.

"I'll introduce you tonight," said Riddle. "We're going to meet her at her grandmother's house - Vera Rosier, I mean. Go get changed, I assume you need to go and find the correct cuff links and cloak trim for meeting a single girl in the presence of her widowed grandmother on a weekend in September during a waning half moon, or something." "As my lord permits," said Lestrange, sure the fact that he was gritting his teeth was audible. He bowed his head, jerkily, and left the room. Bellatrix was a new experience for Tom, as something of a kindred spirit. Abraxas might be the closest thing Tom would admit to a brother, but he had no real patience for magical theory or interest in it beyond utilitarian concerns, and Reinhard was simply too nice a person, deep down, a condition even the Lestranges had never cured him of. Bellatrix, though, was capable of sharing everything for the first time: she could keep up with him intellectually, she was as fascinated by magic as him, and any squeamish bone had long ago been extracted. Best of all, she shared Tom Riddle's fervent loathing for every aspect of magical Britain's society and his desire to personally torture to death most of the Wizengamot, which Tom had always known better than to fully express even to Abraxas.

8. fav ship with them

Probably Bellamort, but shoutout to my rarest pair Lilymort, which I mostly ship platonically but also enjoy romantically. Riddledore would probably be my #1 if I could get past Dumbledore being too old for me to ship (sry for the ageism…)

[justheretoposttrash]

day 7 of shidding n farding about endhawks:

i mainly wanna shine a spotlight on the voice acting in mha. people extract romantic significance and ship things based on very different factors---eye contact, hand-holding, friendship, emotional intensity whether positive or negative, blushing, shared themes and how the narrative frames the characters--and the list goes on--and personally, i gotta say that voice acting definitely is one of those factors for me!

needless to say, the voice acting is part of what initially put endhawks on my radar at all. hawks's introduction very efficiently establishes him as collected and unflappable, but in the high-end fight that mask crumbles. (also pardon the void--crunchyroll blocked my screen recorder, so the media is purely in asmr-podcast-form ig) ((in both english and japanese!))

i mean, the raw dialogue was already doing a lot, but the voice acting enhanced it even further. in these couple of lines i had to reckon with the earnestness, the familiarity, the affection, the desperation to help, and wonder where all of that was coming from. from a doylist pov, obviously, none of that was supposed to sound romantic, but from a watsonian pov the possibilities were endless! funnily enough (and there are for sure plenty of folks who validly disagree), the tone of voice to me did not sound remotely filial--like idk i love members of my family but i don't sound like that when i talk about them, and it'd feel a lil weird if i did--but that judgment of mine is personal to me and based on a lot of vocal subtleties that can easily be read as platonic by someone else. i recognize that subjectivity applies extra hard to things like tone of voice and facial expressions (i've absolutely been on either side of seeing the shipping vibes or not seeing them at all), but i think that subjectivity is more of a feature than a bug! it's part of what makes things interesting!

so anyway, when hawks was introduced to endeavor at first i was like "haha what an odd couple, ig the flaming garbage man is bumping up against a colleague for a second so he'll get humbled and then that'll be it"--then hawks started really sayin and doin shit that had me like "oh. so it's like that then. sorry my mistake" lol.

[he1st]

PLOTTING  CHEAT  SHEET,  but  ranked  like  they're  characters  in  a  game  that  you  have  to  " beat ".   choose  your  fighter,  i  guess.   please  click  on  the  [ ♡ ]  and  i'll  approach  you  for  plotting.

GIANNA  LOMBARDI.   level :   beginner.   gianna  is  generally  nice,  maybe  a  slight  judgmental  if  your  fashion  sense  isn't  aligned  with  hers  or  she  just  thinks  it's  ugly.   she  networks  a  lot,  too,  so  it  makes  sense  for  muses  to  know  her.   especially  the  famous  or  famous  adjacent  ones.   potential  dynamic  ideas  include :   your  muse  being  her  client,  wlw  ships  that  could  be  anything  from  friends  to  lovers  /  rivals  to  lovers,  platonic  friends,  party  friends,  circumstantial  friends.

MIGUEL  ZAPATA.   level :   easy.   friendly,  chill,   &   an  overall  good  time.   who  doesn't  wanna  hang  out  with  a  retired  drug  dealer   &   car  enthusiast  who  still  has  all  his  connections?   potential  dynamic  ideas  include :   he  used  to  be  your  muse's  plug,   rival  dealers  or  old  dealer  friends,  friends  he  parties  with,  racers  who  were  friends  with  his  family  members  when  they  still  lived  in  nyc,  childhood  friends,  friends  with  benefits,  exes.

BENNY  JOVILLAR.   level :   intermediate.   benny  is  overall  friendly   &   good  natured,  but  suspicious   &   untrusting  due  to  his  lines  of  work.   i  mean,  you'd  also  be  this  way  if  you  work  around  cops  as  your  9 - 5  then  end  the  night  perched  with  a  sniper  rifle   &   eyes  on  your  victim.   please  note :   your  muse  will  never  know  he's  a  hitman  unless  it's  something  that  has  been  extensively  plotted.   benny  is  entirely  serious  about  keeping  his   &   jo's  identities  a  secret.   probably  the  only  thing  he's  serious  about.   potential  dynamics  include :   friends  from  work  ( those  who  work  in  law  enforcement  or  law  enforcement  adjacent  fields ),  general  friends  he  could've  met  at  parties  or  clubs  or  the  bars  he  frequents,  lovers,  exes,  neighbors.

HEART  BEAUMONT.   level :   intermediate.   look,  heart  isn't  difficult  to  befriend,  but  she's  definitely  judgmental  and  not  the  kind  of  person  you'd  want  to  befriend  because  frankly... she  can  be  mean.   thread  ideas :   your  muse  helping  her  with  a  PI  case,  or  someone  giving  her  gossip,  going  out  for  drinks  with  heart,  telling  heart  stories  because  she  loves  that.   dynamics :   neighbors,  friends,  bffs,  enemies,  someone  heart  teaches  how  to  play  the  violin  in  her  down  time.   the  possibilities  are  indeed  endless!   heart  will  love  you  more  if  you're  judgmental  and  always  have  gossip  or  if  you  tell  her  stories.

JOSEPHINE  " JO "  GATLIN.   level :   hard.   your  muse  can  know  jo  as  one  of  two  identities  :   the  matchmaker,  or  as  jo  gatlin,  the  bar  owner   and  violinist.   not  both,  unless  plotted  extensively.   josephine  keeps  the  list  of  people  who  know  her  criminal  identity  very  small  though  she  may  meet  some  criminals  in  person,  she  wouldn't  tell  them  her  real  name.   with  that  being  said,  potential  dynamics  include :   clients  who  often  seek  her  resources,  criminals  who  rely  on  her  to  make  ends  meet  or  for  jobs  in  general,  friends  who  run  in  similar  circles  if  they're  wealthy,  business  partners  the  matchmaker's  server  could  partner  with.

ANTONIO  LA  RUSSA.   level :   hard.   sigh.   antonio  is  a  kind  person,  however  he's  not  a  people  person.   his  work  keeps  him  busy,  and  he  tends  to  be  a  lone  wolf,  anyway.   he  has  plenty  of  acquaintances  and  some  real  friends,  but  it's  really  a  small  circle.   however,  one  of  the  dynamics  can  be  that  your  muse  and  antonio  are  friends  and  see  each  other  quite  a  bit  or  they're  both  in  the  business  field  and  network  a  lot  so  they're  always  seeing  each  other  at  events.

SECRET  MENU  MUSES.   these  are  the  muses  you  might  become  familiar  with  if  we  have  threads  or  talk  about  the  muses  ooc.   by  request  only.

RUSTY  BARING.   level :   easy.   rusty  is  pretty  easy-going  and  getting  along  with  him  isn't  difficult.   he  likes  bad  jokes,  drinking,  smoking  weed  with  his  friends,  and  overall  having  a  good  time.   rusty  isn't  really  trusting,  but  he's  easy  to  make  shallow  friends  with,  and  he's  fun.   potential  thread  ideas  include :   meeting  rusty  at  a  party  or  the  restaurant  where  he  works,  smoking  sessions,  him  as  a  shoulder  to  cry  on,  etc.   dynamic  ideas :   best  friends,  ride  or  dies,  even  high  school  friends  from  his  hometown  who  visit  glasgow.   he's  really  all  about  the  soft  dynamics.

THEO  DABNEY.   level :   easy.   theo  is  our  resident  sweetheart.   loves  people.   the  embodiment  of  the  chatty  bartender  trope  who  you  can  spill  all  your  problems  to.   non-judgmental.   possible  threads :   your  muse  meeting  theo  at  a  party  or  at  the  bar  for  the  first  time,  smoking  sessions  with  theo,  hanging  out  with  theo  in  general.   dynamics :   also  one  for  soft  dynamics,  your  muse  can  be  a  regular  at  the  bar,  theo  and  your  muse  can  be  really  good  friends  ( bonus  points  if  they're  good  friends  with  both  theo  and  rusty ),  sibling-figures,  exes  ( theo  is  bi  so  anything  goes ),  friends  from  when  he  was  trying  to  be  a  comedian.

FRIDA  DABNEY.   level :   easy.   the  daughter  of  olympia   &   theo.   aspiring  rnb  singer  who  isn't  aware  of  her  parents  being  criminals.   potential  dynamics :   musicians  who  are  willing  to  show  her  the  ropes,  aunts  or  uncle  figures  who  are  friends  with  her  parents,  friends,  lovers,  exes.

CATARINA  CASWELL.   level :   extreme.   cat's  rude  and  petty.   she  loves  making  fun  of  people  in  the  name  of  humor,  and  judging  people  as  well.   coming  from  a  rich  family  and  being  an  influencer,  she  thinks  everyone  should  know  who  she  is.   feel  free  to  humble  her.   or,  your  muse  and  her  can  plot  her  sister's  death.   up  to  you.  

[shatteredhourglass]

Fic Writer's Showcase Game

tagged by @drgrlfriend - thank you!

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason. <3

First Fic:

Left Foot Forward (Marvel, Winterhawk, Omegaverse, E) - This was born of me reading first Bucky fics, then Clint fics, then running out of winterhawk fics and going 'I should write some so that other people make more for me to read. Maybe I'll do all the popular tropes.' I was terribly depressed at the time and spent most of my days watching the food network and doing nothing, so this actually saved me in a lot of ways.

Last Fic:

A Losing Game (OFMD, Rotating Ed/Stede/Izzy But NOT Steddyhands, Death Game/Modern AU, E) - I know a lot of people are scared of reading this one because they don't know the series it's inspired by and no matter how much I promise that it doesn't matter, it's still intimidating. But I think it's the bees knees. I need to finish the companion parts, they're some of the best things I've ever written.

One-Hit Fandom:

Bad Habits / Indisposed (Dying Light 2, Aiden/Barney, PWP, Both E) - Technically a two-hit fandom and I'm always tempted to write more, but this is a hilarious instance of a character in a video game being so annoying that I was like. I need that guy OBLITERATED (sexual.)

Favourite Fic In Biggest Ship:

BANG! (Marvel, Winterhawk, Suicide Squad AU, E) - I loved writing this fic. I'm in my element when writing violent, kind of wacky comedy action romances (see ALG above as well) and BANG! was a lot of my favourite things in one. Also a call back to a few villains I loved who aren't as prominent.

Fic I Wish Was Read More:

See above for A Losing Game. I was well aware that it wouldn't have a massive reception; it's inspired by a series that people probably haven't seen, it's 80k, it's not actually Steddyhands. But it's very good. I stand by it.

Fic Most Agonised Over:

under the heel of a devil (Marvel, Ameriwinterhawk, Western AU, E) - Westerns are NOT my thing. Arson set me this challenge and I was like "welp." And went to watch a few westerns so I had some semblance of an idea of what the hell I was meant to do. I think it came out alright in the end, but it drove me nuts.

Zero-Effort Fic:

An Endless Beating Heart (OFMD, Ed/Izzy & Jack/Stede, Zombie AU, E) - Okay this is technically a snippet collection in the same verse and is Very Disjointed, but I love it. It was so easy. Zombie stuff is so cruisy for me.

Pride And Joy Fic:

Off The Mortal Coil (Marvel, Winterhawk & Platonic Bucky/Kate, Zombie AU, E) - Over 160k words. 160k. I have not and will never achieve a fic this long again. It was a labour of love and I still love it dearly.

Tagging: If you haven't done this yet, do it now. You're tagged. Go. And tag me in the post.

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Would you be open to sharing a list of all your F/Os 💕

Sure! The way I agonised over how to write this all day.😭

Okay so my main F/Os are (in NO particular order):

Arthur Fleck (Joker 2019; romantic)

Michael Langdon (AHS Apocalypse; romantic)

Eddie Munson (Stranger Things; romantic) & his dad Uncle Wayne & Jim Hopper are parental F/Os.

(My 3 boys, all of whom deserved better & I wanna wrap up in a blanket and love on them so hard they forget how cruelly others treated them🥺comversely, I want Uncle Wayne & Hopper to be looking after me😭)

Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde and Mary Reilly (my parental F/Os)

Grim Reapers 444, 007 and 416 (K-Drama Black; first and last numbers are platonic and middle number is romantic)

There's also my casual F/Os (still F/Os but they're not constant like the above list, I just dip into them when I want them)

Liz Taylor & Tristan Duffy (poly because these two are practically married & I don't wanna separate them. Of the two, I lean to Liz more often because she's my wife) - AHS Hotel

L Lawliet (Death Note)

Aaron Hotchner (Criminal Minds)

Ash Williams (Evil Dead)

Bo, Vincent and Lester Sinclair (I ship myself romantically with the three Sinclair brothers from House of Wax 2005. They share me lmfao).

Sebastian Michaelis (Black Butler - live action 2014).

Jerry Dandridge (Fright Night 1985)

J (TDK Ledger Joker)

Honourable mentions for characters who are not F/Os but are very important comfort characters and I carry them with me always as very wise ancient beings who wouldn't want anything to do with me as a mere human but here we are;

Doctors 9 - 12 (Doctor Who)

Jareth (Labyrinth)

Dream of the Endless (Sandman 2022)