#captain pls chill

[speedsternerd]

Wells Wells Wells...(get it? cus Dr. Wells-)

Ok so I might be going insane ever so slightly but I'm fully aware that I'm like actually driving my friends insane.

So I like the Flash right (Specifically the Cw show The flash nerd emoji) Cause he's fast and yk cool, flash stuff! However, I am the only person in my friend group who likes the flash-- the only one who likes superheroes in general! So of course that kinda affects my conversations with my friends.. To be more specific I make superhero references that even I know are lame, and they of course have no idea what I'm talking about.. but then again that doesn't stop me, I even have an example of it;

About a week back I was having a sleepover with my entire friend group, which was fine cause it was just five girls (No I am not a 50-year-old balding man calm down) anyways!! I was in the kitchen with one of my friends while everyone else was just doing whatever on the couch. I remember in exact detail, slowly turning my friend, dressed in a Superman shirt like a 12-year-old, holding a half-full can of rootbeer and saying in the most monotone;

"you think the flash's favourite meal of the day is Breakfast? get it? Breakkk- fasttttt- 'cause he's fast!"

I also remember after that joke I got hit in the face with a family-sized bag of lay potato chips. Good times!

[takes1]

Hi theree!! If you dont mind, can you write iwa, kuroo, akaashi having a major crush on cool reader who is very good in hiding her feeling

kuroo x hard to get!reader p. 1

hey!! thanks for the request! this was originally meant to be all one part, but had to split it because of word count/pacing. nsfw to follow, reply to be tagged in next part pls!

warnings. lite!nsfw, minors DNI

details. kuroo crushing on reader / player!kuroo / hard to get!reader / kinda fuckboy!kuroo / kuroo pining / cool!reader / karasuno manager!reader / flirty!kuroo / future smut / a dash of whiny kuroo / vague feelings / noncommunicative!reader / failed?courtship / 2.2k words - reply to be tagged in next part

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. part two here. part three here. requests OPEN.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing at a training camp?"

That was yet another version of a weak line you heard often. Emphasis on weak. The Nekoma captain lost your attention before he could even begin; made plain as day in a quiet sigh and the way you squeezed your clipboard closer to you.

All Kuroo noticed was how it pressed your chest up, real pretty in that tank top. It was the first time in days he felt an ounce of gratitude for the still heat of this summer, the lack of circulation in the gymnasium.

"What's the matter?" He chuckled, puffing his collar to get some air on his warm skin, "You shy?"

Guys that drooled over you, obsessive but ultimately bitter, made it so hard for themselves. There was nothing more attractive to you than a guy who just told you straight up what he wanted, what he liked about you, how it made him feel. But they always found it necessary to add extra steps.

You didn't have the time.

He followed your eyeline for a second, towards your team warming up, and threw a glance at his own. When he first saw you, he thought this would be quicker. The game would start soon and he needed your number, fast.

"That's alright if you are," Kuroo kept at this line of reasoning -surely the only reason you wouldn't look or speak to him- and leaned closer, "I'm into that."

The assumption was a little ridiculous.

You turned your chin away from him as if he wasn't there, then took a step forward, closer to the court, with a resigned hum.

A surprised, breathy laugh at the action. His brow furrowed a moment, not at all used to navigating around this kind of reaction, and finally understood that something was off. Yet, it still didn't occur to him that it was disinterest that motivated your avoidance.

A squeakity-squeak of shoes approaching, quick but heavy, didn't help at thawing your icy demeanor. He did notice that you at least looked at the captain of Karasuno.

Kuroo straightened up to his full height, shoulders squared at his mirrored rival.

"Kuroo."

"Sawamura."

"Is there a problem over here?" The subtle squint in his eyes let Kuroo know that he was suspicious of this bullshit right away.

They were a step away from whipping the measuring tape out. You rolled your eyes but it went vastly ignored.

"Don't know- you should go ask your team." Kuroo tilted his head, eyes low- threatening.

He didn't have the patience here to keep up appearances. Rival school was enough. Now he was cockblocking? There was simply no time to waste when he could already tell you wouldn't be so easy to crack. He liked your challenge, not Daichi's.

"Oh, okay-," Daichi's fake smile fell away to reveal a chilling scowl, "It's like that?"

Kuroo didn't miss a beat.

"Yeah, it's like that."

You cleared your throat, a successful interruption and deterrent: "He was trying to ask for my number."

His jaw almost hit the floor. He couldn't believe how blunt you were.

Daichi, delighted, laughed at Kuroo's shitty, rushed cover-up to hide how surprised he was.

He couldn't stay to keep throwing digs; there was a game to get to and he only had a minute to spare in the first place.

After you waved him goodbye, you turned around and walked towards the side wall for Karasuno's gear, all strewn about and disorganized. You began tidying up before the game.

Kuroo remained.

He stood still, dumbfounded that you walked away from him, at how easily you could speak, and shook his head full of growing doubts. He couldn't believe you didn't want him just yet.

Eyes locked on your pretty figure from behind, bent over while you gathered Karasuno's half-full bottles into the hefty carrier, he ran his fingers through his hair and prepared himself.

He was next to you, squatted down to help you collect every bottle.

For a minute he said nothing. He simply helped you clean up. You appreciated it only to an extent, because you knew it came with conditions.

One of the last bottles sported a message, scribbled in capital letters across some tape, 'DO NOT TOUCH' signed, 'TSUKIshima.'

The corners of your mouth tugged up at how quick he found the means to designate his own bottle. He really did hate it when the other guys drank from 'his' bottle. You sympathized with him, backing him up when he got uppity about the germs.

While they were supposed to share, part of that understanding was that they also shouldn't touch the mouth of the bottle with their lips (and most of them did, anyway).

As you placed it into the upper left corner of the carrier, where he often liked to put it, you smirked again at how the name scrunched up where he couldn't fit all the letters onto the tape.

"So you can smile."

You frowned. He was nothing if not persistent.

Sure, that alone was a turn-on, but it was obvious that he was ill-intentioned and misguided in his thought processes.

You didn't want him to feel like he won you over. You wanted a guy like him to beg a little. Step off the high-horse, get his hands dirty, work for something.

He clearly wasn't used to having to use his brain when it came to women. Guys like him pride themselves on how easy it is; they walk with a certain confidence, a coolness because there's no pressure to make accommodations in their behavior for girls they like. They can spend all their time playing shirtless sand volleyball and wait for girls to get in line.

When you stood, you slid the box of extra rags towards the water case with marked effort. He didn't help you with something so difficult- he was still reeling in the fact that you ignored him again, after he helped you.

If he chose not to chase after you, you could at least be the first time he got turned down so harshly. Both outcomes served in your favor.

He came to his senses a bit late. You both stood, and you had to dodge his unnecessary grab for your team's equipment.

"Let me help you with that, babe--,"

A scoff made him freeze again.

You shouldered the box of rags and balanced the heavy water case on your hip without so much as a word. You made your way outside to go fill the water case and dry out the rags in the sun.

His chest felt... tight.

Why did that hurt so bad? Fuck, what was he doing? Frustrated, he shook his head and walked back towards his team, at the end of their warm-up. He never had to work this hard for some chick's number, or even a laugh. In fact, since he never got turned down, he felt a sense of entitlement to -at the very least- your attention.

The fact that you wouldn't look at him was a unfamiliar mixture of sexy and cruel.

"Having some trouble?" Yaku's suggestive tone grated his nerves like nails on glass.

"Fuck off," Was a defeated sigh rolling off his tongue.

He sounded so gloomy that Yaku found the explicit discourtesy funny.

In your absence, he was able to focus on getting himself and his team ready-- he needed to worry about winning this game. He got the impression you didn't settle for losers.

They were all in position at the start. He took a breath to center himself.

"Let's go!" You shouted. Innocent, encouraging, with two thumbs up towards your team.

It was hardly audible over the constant noise level of the other games going on, but a sharp look still shot over to you.

He was able to dial back that momentary weakness by forcing himself to watch Suga instead, up to serve- literally anything, anyone else, but discovered his own unfortunate reality was that he could not tear his eyes off of you.

It made for a tough time. He had to balance his mind's bias (checking out just how soaked your little white tank top got from filling up the bottles outside) and the objectively greater value of keeping his head in the game.

Yet, his failure to stay focused didn't hinder his team's performance. He was able to translate his desire to an easier task; giving you a good performance.

You didn't have any distraction from it, the way he did.

So, the distance that the game called for made your heart grow fonder of him.

He couldn't keep digging his grave from so far away by opening his mouth, to put it simply. And more importantly, you could recognize how gorgeous he actually was.

Tall, tan, handsome- yeah sure, whatever. That tall, straight nose bridge? His high cheekbones? That dark, messy hair that just kept getting fucked up because he ran his hands through it when he was nervous? The way his jaw flexed, more defined, when the ball went back over the net? How the veins in his forearms grew plumper the longer the time ran? Anytime he touched the ball, really, and the sounds that left his mouth with each impact?

It got hot, pretty fast.

As you scribbled notes for your team's plays, the observations about how an opponent like Nekoma operated became increasingly more impressive. Kuroo wasn't the peacock-superstar you had assumed him to be.

He made room for his little blond friend, and facilitated his team with a kind of responsibility and restraint that you found yourself getting absorbed in. Your clipboard was the only presence grounding you for the last round, usually pulled towards your chest or covering half of your face.

Pearls of hot, dripping sweat made little wet spots on his shirt as he waited for the ball to come to him, completely immersed in the game. God, was he good.

It wasn't the most groundbreaking realization of all time, but it helped your opinion of him shift favorably. Your vendetta against his sly confidence began to chip and crack with every save, every slam, every hasty wipe of perspiration from his face.

The ball once seemed to find its way to you close to the end of the match, in a sneaky curve around the antennae.

You stutter-stepped back as three Nekoma players chased after it. Kuroo dove for it, slamming onto his side-- right where you were standing seconds ago.

He hit the ground with a loud and labored groan.

You watched the ball as it soared through the air, still in play thanks to his sacrifice. He scampered back up and joined the court again all too fast- it made you wish the ball had hit you so he would've stayed for longer.

The final score wasn't even close. Karasuno lost the second round 15 to 25. They were too scattered, trying out too many new things at once.

It didn't even feel like a real win to Kuroo, until he spared his thousandth passing glance to the sidelines.

And there you were. Finally looking at him.

A big grin overtook his face and he had to displace his excitement by running both of his hands through his sweaty hair. It's not like you were obvious, shit you still looked at him like he was the dirt beneath your shoe, but at least you noticed him.

It was brief, but it was enough.

You understood your slip-up just as much and broke away, growing warm at how one tiny moment could be so telling. You moved towards your team.

It took your knowledge of where Karasuno came from to understand that it wasn't a genuine loss, it was only an investment; getting the chance to work out these kinks with real competitors would serve them in the future. That's why you weren't upset with any of your guys when they jogged off-court. You held out their bottles and spoke only to the seniors when they looked like they wanted your commentary.

"You're all getting better. Hang in there," You patted Asahi on the back, who needed the extra reassurance, and nodded to Suga, who barely needed it at all.

Daichi clapped and rounded up the rest of the guys with a motivational shout, the third-years leading the way for their drills, but he made a brief stop to skim your notes.

"Keep your head up," You muttered, focused on the trouble you found in his expression.

He quickly grinned and thanked you- as he faced the exit, the concern was back almost right away. It didn't help having to move past Nekoma's huddle on the way out.

"Oooh, shocker!" Kuroo snickered, still giddy with pride, as Daichi walked by.

He wiggled his fingers at him with a jovial smile. They were almost nose-to-nose for a moment.

Your keen eyes caught Kuroo mouth a sweet and saccharine 'Bye-bye.'

Evil, silly sounding giggles under a bitten lip amused you, but you didn't make it known.

He was funny, quick-witted, and so pretty. You wanted to see how long you could drag this out. Ideally you'd string a guy like him along for the whole camp, if possible. Or break him. Whatever came first- all you knew at the moment was that you were down to entertain this.

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the secret of us | luke hughes social media au (pt.5)

pt. 4

Liked by elblue06 and others

yournamelastname so much peace and so much love ❤️

pookiehughes LMAOOOO QUINN IN THE REFLECTION

43hughes quinn blink if you're being held hostage by couples

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hughesbowl the airforces???? do you need any more confirmation??

yourfriend2 your smile makes me so happy

yournamelastname you make me happy

yourfriend2 ohhhh he's gonna get jealous!

2 days ago

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snoopy43hughes he looks so fucking hot (like if you agree)

luekhughes Y/N pls 😭😭

ellen4prez zero chill anymore she gives 0 fucks

hughesbowl what do you mean luke's gf liked this 😭😭😭

three days ago

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bunnyupdates WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE GOT HIM TO DANCE

cr0sby87 who)???

pookiehughes THAT'S LUKE HUGHES

cr0sby87 oh... idc

livelaughslaf so out of loop what do you mean snoopy hughes has a gf now??? and she got him acting goofy?

trevorzebras more important question: why is captain lexapro fanning himself

5 hours ago

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pookiehughes lmao remember when jack included this picture in one of summer dumps.........that's actually Y/N's house

cauf13ld this is... kinda creepy

hughesbowl well she has great taste

50 minutes ago

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l_hughes06 i was told to say... bumpin' that?

ellen4prez LUKE HUGHES THE FIRST TO HARD LAUNCH???????? IN THIS ECONOMY??????!

yournamelastname ohh that sounded very BRATTY

jesperbratt oh you got me a drink?

jackhughes oh he's been seized by the girls

_quinnhughes #bratsummer

43hughes what does quinn hughes know about brat summer?

yournamelastname everything

yourfriend2 you're welcome

hughesbowl oh my god it's oVER

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[wubwubwubtastic]

Heyy I saw that your requests are open hehe

What abt y/n standing up against jisappointment and curly reacting to them

Oh or after crustification curly being in our care

Or y/n finding jibortion messing with the ship before the crash and telling everyone, how the rest would react to this information?

..haven t had a fixation like curly since sally face LMAO 🧎‍♀️‍➡️🙇‍♀️

Anyway feel free to do whichever you like or none at all haha, pls and thanks

I LOVE YOU WILD PERSON!!!!

>Warnings Jimmy, just jim tbh you know what he does

[READER STANDING UP TO JIMMY]

>we all know Jimmy is an asshole, that's a given. A selfish, degrading, holier than thou guy, that will try everything to get his way.

>Sadly for Jimmy, his usual tactic of sweet conniving manipulation was something that didn't affect you as much as the others. Which made him quite unnerved, it made him feel weak. So of course he chose to pursue his passion of making your life miserable.

>You were walking down a hallway in the lower part of the Tulpar, the soft hum of the mechanical beast following you around every corner. You just wanted to go find a place to chill, you had finished all your duties and you were tired.

>Just as you are about to sit down, Jimmy finds his way to you. He approached you with a swift gait, walking with purpose. Once he finally slithered close enough next to you that's when his usual monologue started.

>Jimmy was stressed, and what better way than to beat his anger out on you! With harsh words, snide jabs and some degradation to sprinkle on! He was a master at his craft, years of weaseling his way out of trouble with slimy, honeyd words.

"I don't get how people like you can sleep well at night, I work my ass off for all of you and you just sit and mope all day-"

"it's pathetic really, you've got everyone doing eeeverything for you, can't do shit on your own, huh?"

"if I were as lucky as you I guess I'd be sitting on my ass all day as well, but I wasn't born lucky"

>His words do get to you and you just snap, at this point. It had been too long that he'd been getting away with this, letting out all your frustrations in a screaming match in between the two of you.

>Jimmy is basically covering you in spit as he yells at you, your defiance causing him great wrath. He reels back his fist, preparing to punch you. He has never been one above getting physical.

>The little verbal struggle was swiftly being mended by the captain, he had heard the commotion from the cockpit and was immensely concerned for the wellbeing of his crew.

>Curly grasped Jimmy by the shoulder, making the angry man drop his fist to his side. They exchanged a knowing, spiteful glance, one that made Curly wince in discomfort.

"Brave captain coming to the rescue, eh?"

"Jimmy i-"

"Don't bother."

>As Jimmy walks away from the situation, escaping it with no repercussions, you are left alone with Curly. He looks unsure, looking back to watch the way Jimmy left from, his blond eyebrows furrowing.

>Once he seemed at least a little bit more sure of himself, Curly turned back to face you. A soft apologetic smile gracing his features.

"I'm sorry about Jim, he can be harsh sometimes"

"It's good you stood your ground, Jimmy can get a little....ahead of himself"

>Curlys large hands gave your shoulder a little pat, meant to comfort your nerves. He flashed you a quick toothy smile, before he left to continue his duties as captain.

Hahsgshbxjsbsb this was so fun! Thank you for the request <3

[livelaughloveluffy]

hiiii first of all i love your fics/hc, they’re just simply too cute 😭 if it’s okay with you, can i request a fluffy one about cooking with sanji pls 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 (either fic or headcannon is fine, up to you!)

cooking together - black leg sanji

a/n: i literally love you so much, it means a lot that you enjoy my fics 😭😭😭 i love this request so much!! honestly, it can't stick with just a fic or headcannons so this is a little bit of both!!

nothing but fluff here 💗

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-he's soooooo excited to share his passion and love of cooking with you, his ocean-blue eyes sparkle as he explains to you the basics of preparing food, the eagerness in his body language as he prepares the kitchen to be optimized for your learning. not only does he get to do the thing he loves the most, he also gets to teach you and share the experience of preparing food with you.

-as a chef, taste-testing along the way is a must. however, when cooking with sanji, he takes this habitual necessary step of cooking and turns it into a romantic moment "how's this, mon amour?" he'll ask as he feds you a small scoop of whatever the two of you are preparing. "to your liking?" he'll always ask, before moving on with the next step.

-he refuses to let you help clean up 😭😭😭 you can beg and plead all you want, he absolutely insists to clean up alone. one day you get frustrated because he wont let you help, slipping your arms around his waist, appearing as if you're going for a hug, but instead your hand slowly and carefully reaches to the sprayer on the kitchen faucet. he will absolutely humor a small water fight in his kitchen if it's with you (and he'll clean up the water too😭) and he always lets you win.

-it's an absolute must for him to get to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around yours, to help you get the proper technique when kneading doughs or whipping meringue with you. his cheek pressed against yours as he looks over your shoulder, helping guide your hands as you two cook together.

-literally the best when it comes to your period cravings, day or night, if you so much as hint or ask for something, sanji makes it happen no question asked.

•♡•

getting to date black leg sanji was amazing for a number of reasons.. but one of the hidden benefits of being with this love-sick cook was that he was... well, he's a cook. and a damn fantastic one at that.

midnight snacks are truly on a different level when with black leg sanji. the two of you were cuddled up in his bed in the shared boys dorm, your head on his chest, his arms wrapped around your body, and the sounds of his soft murmurs of affection. "sanji... are you awake?" you whisper, trying to not make too much noise, lest you want to wake a certain captain with a bottomless pit of a stomach.

he quietly hums in response, letting you know he's up. whispering as softly as you possibly can, "i'm kind of craving some of your special caramel toffee ice cream... can we go make some?"

before you can even process what is happening, you are already in sanji's arms as he gently picks you up and carries you to the kitchen.

•♡•

not wanting to jolt you out of your relaxation, sanji instead lit some candles around the kitchen, gently placing you down on the bar stool as he went to grab everything he needed to make your dream come true.

with sleep heavy eyes, you watched him quietly and quickly work to prepare your ice cream from across the table, but once he was over the stove gently melting and stirring together the ingredients, so close to being ready to chill the ice cream, did you wander over to him.

now that you knew for sure that would wouldn't be in his way, you wrap your arms around his waist, pulling yourself flush against his back "thank you for doing this" you quietly murmur into him.

"of course, anything for you mon amour. it will have to chill for a little bit, can i make you a cup of tea to hold you over?"

•♡•

the two of you sat cuddled up at the table as the ice cream chilled, occasionally placing soft kisses on each other's cheeks, just enjoying each other's company. the ice cream was done surprisingly fast (you'd have to thank franky for his extreme blast chiller later).

the two of you decided to share the bowl, it was a bit too rich to eat a whole bowl by yourself, sanji had insisted on feeding you, always giving you the bigger spoonful, the first and last bites, and most importantly allowing your hands to stay warm and clean.

"was it everything you hoped for, mon amour?" he asked as you finished the final bit. the soft gasp and small moan of joy left your mouth, as you whispered "it's even better than i remembered it."

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a/n: two sanji fics in the same day?! yeah, im actually not surprised 😭😭😭 @chibinasuu thank you so much for your support and request!!! hopefully, i did it some justice!!

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I would like for you to imagine the damn shock Brook would have when Luffy tries and succeeds in reading the music sheet he had on his stand

....

random ass AU where everything is normal but Luffy's a music prodigy. Like he just k n o w s how to play any instrument, but because of the handicap of being poor; he never had the chance to play one.

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 1

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: None

Word Count: 779

Written: 21st December 2024

Notes: This is the first fanfic I've posted, it's not proofread, I don't know how many chapters there will be. Pray for me. Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

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It's one thing to take their government mandated holidays, as a hunter. It feels wrong, they know they need to take time off. People need breaks. If they don't rest, they fray. As a hunter, being sloppy means letting someone get hurt.

They know that.

Still... they've never been good at taking time off. It was easier with their family around, if Caleb hadn't dragged them home occasionally, they'd have burned themselves out frequently.

Now they just face the disapproving looks of their dear doctor... who is far less enthused, but far too professional to do any dragging.

It's another thing when their favourite captain tells them to go home because they look like shit. Alright, maybe not in that many words, but the sentiment was there. They try to imagine Jenna cursing and while it feels right, they also feel like they've seen something they really shouldn't.

She's right though, they muse. Dark circles, clothing tattering, ache in limbs.

If they'd been asked when they last took a holiday... well they couldn't answer.

Tara nudges them, warm smile on her face, "I'll text you. Go sleep." And with a warm hand on their back, she pushes them towards the door.

They're tempted to look for Xavier to say goodbye for the day, but it's late and he could be anywhere. (Though they're willing to bet he's stolen a break room for a nap.)

Instead they leave the Hunters Association, standing in the street below, staring up at the holiday decorations lining the street. It's cold enough that their teeth chatter...

And they come face to face with the loneliness of being stood here, an empty home and the knowledge that all their loved ones are still busy, working, wrapping everything up.

They could go visit Zayne, but he's got such an important job they don't want to intrude. (The voice in their head that sounds a bit like his tries to remind them they could never intrude.) They could message Xavier, but if he's finally resting they'd had to disturb him. (They never could, he's pleased whenever they spend time with him or join him for a nap.) They could go check in on Rafayel, but he's preparing for an exhibit and they don't want to break his creative flow. (How could they when they're his muse? The reason he found purpose in a paintbrush again.)

Instead they stand and stew and struggle. Internally debating how much they can exist in a space, before a caw snaps them out of their shuddering. Arms wrapped around them through the too thin coat, not at all built for the snow and chill.

Mephie perches on their shoulder, his red eyes gleaming. They're hit with the strange feeling that the robot bird knows and sees far more than he should, before the non metal feathers puff up, snuggling into the crook of their neck.

In seconds all the tense strain in their limbs ease up, and they breathe out a long exhale. "Hey." They manage, forcing their teeth to stop chattering and their smile comes gently.

They're unsure if it's for the birds benefit, or for his owner, but they realise it doesn't matter. Both bring unrivalled comfort.

Their new companion, caws again, tone deaf and glitchy, before clacking his beak at them. Extending his foot, a small message tied to it.

Why Sylus doesn't send them messages in any normal way, they'll never understand. He enjoys phone calls, texts them constantly, but whenever he wants to be dramatic, in flies Mephisto with a letter or a note, on a blaze of feathers and metal.

Gently, they untie it, patting the pretty bird's head as they do so with one hand.

He preens and coos at them happily, glitchy static and very real pleasure at their attention.

'You have time off. I'm booking it for the week.'

They'd question how he knows, but he always seems to know. They should find it creepy, but they've since learned if he doesn't watch their back constantly, people who want them hurt do.

Perhaps they've grown too soft on him, his attentions, his affection, his constantly presence, but they find it more soothing than unnerving.

Still. They would like to know how many ways he's keeping track of them.

If only for the curiousity lurking under their skin, one of the traits he teases them for.

"I guess you're my accompaniment then Mephie?" The bird puffs up, proud and preening, and he looks far too much like his prideful master for a moment for them to not chuckle. As their guide kicks up into the sky, flying off, they follow him a little lighter.

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At 1hr 21min:

Started typing... Kept typing lol here you go, natemac interview recap:

Nate still has to go train at sid's gym

So nate makes batherson come to his gym

Vail camp: used to have them, paused for covid, better and chill, no one knows them (tried them before in toronto and montreal), not busy. Training at 9000ft. Afterwards do treatment or golf.

Attendees: mcdavid, marner, sid, skinner, hall, tysbarrie, matty tkachuk, bennett, hanifin

McDavid: i don't see him much, I've gotten to know him thru these. I'm like a kid watching him, it's just fun

Matthew Tkachuk: "and he's doing his thing 😂"

Cale's wedding: "i shouldn't say a showman but when he gets into his moods he's a fun guy. likes to dance, have a good time, when his wife's around, definitely loosens up more and it's just the boys around"

Went to Wimbledon this summer. Did not wear a top hat

Lighter recovery training both this and last summer: just trying to take miles off his body is key. Light gym days "is that it, Andy?" But feels good now

Cale: "first nhl game, aggressive and calling for pucks, to do that at 19yo is impressive. The confidence that he has. Quieter off the ice. Super sure of himself on the ice. He's special. He'll be the best defenseman ever"

A bit about why he works with his sports psychologist and will always continue working with her "we're so dialed in on our body, why is no one taking care of their mind" "the minute you think you're good, you're not"

Is offended that "ball hockey players claim nhl players can't play ball hockey. is that true?" ("I've rollerbladed my entire life!!") (I need to see fanart of that btw pls ☺️)

Idiot boys tell him it's on feet not on rollerblades (chiclets cup talk "what is the chiclets cup?")

Nate asks who the best ball hockey player in the world is. Answer: "nose face killah" "who?" "he looks 20x uglier and a big nose" and Nate responds "so he's got like my nose" they all compliment his nose😌

Nate redirects the convo to roller hockey

On sid's $8.7: in July he told him "you're not gonna sign for 8.7 are ya c'mon. and he was like ahh idk I'll see" he's taking less to be team friendly

Sid still grinding in the summers. While Nate had his recovery summer he looks like a joke in comparison to sid

The pressure of being captain for team canada for upcoming 4nations & Olympics must be part of what's driving him

"he doesn't look 37 in any way" Yandle: he doesn't have any kids. Nate: must be it! Must be the key

Landy: feels like 10yrs when he last played and lifted the cup. Misses him

Mikko: "he's shockingly big. Says he's 6'3", seems like he must be 6'5". His head is this fuckin big"

"old school. Stretches for like an hour a day. The most flexible guy"

Avs "get so many national games. Know we're not the biggest hockey market but mikko should get more recognition. Super underrated"

Cal ritchie: he did the whiffing thing at vail camp. Everyone thought he whiffed and then he did it again. Nate tried it to do it today, can't do it. Awed by what the kids can do

Nate can't do the Michigan either

His trainer has trained a lot of downhill skiers, you have to be fearless, so training in the pool relaxes your mind. Keeps mum about what he does in the pool. No he does not wear a speedo😞

Lehky's dad vs. mikko: "mikko had a 4 or 5pt game, was fired up, said that to media, then apologized to lehky like 3min later. They're really good friends"

Went to Europe this summer: no one really knows me in america, especially there. Like being off grid, wake up to no texts bc of time change, super relaxing

Was tempted to go to worlds last season (omg what!!!!) avs were out 2nd round. Sid was bugging him and schenner about it (biz: "if you go I'll go kind of thing?" 'Yea")

They were all going to go but nate pooped out "played 105 games, lost to Dallas, was devastated"

Cogs: met him thru Andy at vail. Lit up when it was brought up about trading for him in '22. He is management now. Around the rink, always in the gym, hands in his pockets, walking around, talking to guys

"isn't he good at impressions?" "Yea he's a great storyteller he's so good"

"the league is evolving really quickly right now so it's good to have a bridge" like cogs who recently played bw team and mgmt

Communication is better in the league. Players aren't terrified to talk to GM like he was as a rookie when seeing sakic. Thinks it's important for players to know where they stand. Old school players think fear can be good, yea sure, but you can't scare ppl into playing well for over 8mos, 82 games. Prefers this new way

Mitts: super comfortable, quieter, came to a team where he knows nobody, he looks great, expecting an awesome year from him

Faceoffs: lmaaooo still saying he needs to practice that. Hurts his wrist when he practices them. Needs to be around 52. Was at 46 last season

No league bonus$ for winning the Hart

MacKinnon Crunch cereal released in 2021. It was frosted flakes + he picked the flavour, he liked it! (I NEED TO TRY THIS)

Tim hortons: sidnate want to do an ad with marchy where he messes up ppls orders and they sit him down to teach him what to do (omg they're coming up with sketches lolll) "Marchy needs to be nicer on the ice to be more marketable" 💀

Bedard: hard worker, on the ice 1.5hr after everyone, ice is so snowy can't even move on it

Preseason games, re: all these preseason injuries: doesn't agree with veteran rule (how many mandatory games they have to play) but important for prospects and rookies, you need to be able to evaluate them, they can look good in practice but different story in games.

For vets, you want to play hard, show a good example "played one last night, lost 6-1" and" you see the doughty laine injuries and it's like i could throw my season away for a glorified practice essentially is all it is"

"You're in your game jersey but it doesn't mean anything"

"it's a fine line, i like playing them, 1 or 2, i don't need 6"

Teams are making $1-3mil per preseason game (probably only leafs habs etc)

Listens to a lot of podcasts, likes learning (about self-help, longevity, recovery, nutrition, etc), always has since he was a kid. Liked going to Popeyes (nutrition supplements chain store, like GNC) with his dad looking at protein powders etc lmao

"idk I'm just into it. Definitely love learning, there's a lot i don't know. I feel like a dummy listening to these guys"

Asked about "policing food". He laughs. Omg the laugh is sooo lmaao. On whit saying rumours of him strangling lehky last season for eating a snickers "nooo. Stop it. Stop it. That's not true. (*laughing! laughing!🙃 *oh we are having fun!*)"

"Trying to mellow out a little bit. Definitely see some shit i get mad, try to keep it to myself. ... Eat what you want but when you're at the rink ... I just think the least you can do as a pro athletes is be in shape."

On how nhl of the past, players would be drinking pepsi in-between periods: "a little sugar during a game isn't too bad, it's all good" (i swear his voice is different at this part bc he is internally combusting😂)

4nations/team Canada: Wants McDavid & Sid 1c/2c. Doesn't think they've played wing, doesn't want them to

Himself 3c or wing. Has played wing at other national events. Doesn't love left wing. Prefers right

"should i tell sid to play wing?" Paraphrased: you're Ted Lindsay & MVP, still at his gym, you gotta get something out of this

"he could be 50yo and I'd still slide over" 😏

"nova scotia line (sid, nate, marchy) would be pretty cool at Olympics or this feb (4nations)"

Marner: "he looks awesome... You hear all this negative stuff and then you get on the ice with him you're like how could anyone be negative about this. Admire how good he is, bc ppl chirp him a lot. Him and McDavid were flying around together in Vail"

[dolche-tejada]

Some things I have to proceed after seeing the film :

MIGUEL AND LEGO PETER BEING BUDDIES LMAO !! Miguel "I'm a vampire who broods in the dark" O'Hara goes so far as to tell him he's one of the BEST Spider-Men in the Multiverse ! C'mon I need some art and fanfics on these two pls

Hobie is really the MVP of this story. When I heard about the love triangle between him, Miles and Gwen, I rolled my eyes so hard but NOPE, he's actually chill with Miles, even more interested in him than in Gwen lol, he helps him send Miguel to fuck off, refuses to elaborate and leaves.

Donald Glover's cameo was just perfect but it hurts to bring back Peter from the Spectacular series just to see him try to convince a teenager to let his father die :/

Also, does this mean that the Captain Stacy of this series is dead ? And Gwen too ? Or that they're still alive but he's going to let them die to preserve his universe ?? Fkdjslpx I need answers

Hobie being like "yeah that's my boy" when seeing Miles rebel against Miguel, pure gold

Love how the twist about Miles being on the wrong Earth was foreshadowed by the green and purple clothes he wears to hide his suit. Oh and also Miles is only 15 wtf ??

Speaking of that other Earth, anyone else notice how the other Miles grabs onto the pipe after jumping ? It's a cool detail that illustrates his lack of powers and popped out at me after watching Miles do inhuman acrobatic stuff for two movies

[yersang-dreams]

oh and if it's okay to request twice, could you do hcs for killua with an s/o who at first, when they met, (hunter exam, she met gon on the boat with the other two) seemed really shy/introverted, never really talked, and a lot weaker than him and gon, but overtime as they get closer reader slowly opens up and she turns out to be really outgoing, affectionate and silly? (A big troublemakerr) Especially when they start dating, very cuddly and loving. It's like the total opposite of readers personality at the start of the friendship. Also ends up stronger than him loll. Fem! Reader pls, Thank youuu <333

It's completely fine requesting twice! Or thrice! I'll be glad to make it for you! Also would you like a name? Wouldn't want to just call you anon.

AU: None

Characters: Killua Zoldyck

OS/HCS/IMG: Head-Cannons

Genre: Pure fluff!

Killua met you on the way to the exam site not knowing that the exam already started the moment they boarded the ship

It was before a storm came, you were just spacing out looking in the ocean horizon but when the captain said that there was going to be a storm that they're gonna cross

While the ship shook roughly the only unbothered ones was Kurapika laying down a hammock, Leorio eating a green apple until he said it's sour, Gon helping the men drink water and medicine, Killua just chilling leaning on the wooden wall with his arms behind his head, and you just watching Gon take care of the seasick men

That was later on until the captain called you five to the helm, all of you introduced each other but it took at least 2 minutes for you to speak since you really don't speak much

Killua saw that you are weak, and rather introverted, although you still participated in the Hunter exam, he admires you a bit for that but you're weak what if you get hurt?

He immediately shook that idea of his head when he thought about you getting hurt later on you all arrive on the island as the captain talked to Gon where to go

Well you know the drill already, but when all you got trapped in a circular tower, and when the time came where it was your turn to fight one of the prisoners

You luckily won because it was a gamble, you have no experience in fights but gambling? you have experience in that area

Timeskip to where you finally have established a relationship with Killua and the Chimera Arc, when Kite ended up dying by Pitou

You ended up becoming traumatized because of it, you slowly inched to having a panic attack

Killua being the soft boyfriend he is, comforted you the best he can as he sensed that you are near a panic attack, since you saw Kite as a father figure

Throughout the days you have been with Killua and Gon, the Greed Island, Chimera incident, and the incident where Gon died and also the Hunter Association President election

You grew stronger and became even more out-going, your shy and introverted personality disappeared

You also turned out to be very affectionate and loving towards to everyone you trust even Killua!

Killua was flabbergasted when you become stronger than him, who's trained by highly feared and well known assassins? he couldn't help but leave his jaw down the floor due to shock-

He ALWAYS always tries to shove you away when you tightly hug him or hold his hand because he's shy- but ends up failing because you always give him those puppy eyes

In other words, you love Killua and Killua loves you! Even if he denies it, Gon is always there to say for you<3

I apologize for taking a while to post this😭 My phone got confiscated by my mom before I could finish it but I got it back! So here you go!

[katsuma6]

If you do texting requests, could you pls do one with bleach captains (like byakuya gin jushiro and Shunsui) texting reader and reader says they wanted to (literally) watch Netflix and chill

"Netflix and Chill"

Captains.

[yeetmyboi]

Chapter 3 : Kindred Spirits, all the same…

a/n: MDNI pls. ghostxreader. collage by me, i don’t own the images.

— — —

That meeting room felt like a battleground of sorts. Not to be won with sweat, guns, and bullets. But one that was well outside of your depth yet been instructed to follow through. Friendliness was never your strong suit. Too many people could hurt you, and too many already have...

Life could only treat you like shit for so long before you end up a numb, angry pessimist with trust issues.

At least that’s the conclusion you came to.

The tension in the room was heavy. Weighing down on your chest. The two men who walked in first were still talking to each other, even snickering at some inside jokes.

Something about a helicopter?

That was all that filled the silence. The one with the cracked skull mask hadn’t even spoken a word to the others as he walked in. Bit odd considering they’re his teammates... But guessed it was your presence that kept him from doing so.

Still, not one has greeted or acknowledged you directly beyond their stares and sly comments to each other. Even then, you knew their attention was all on you.

You watch as the masked man moved from the threshold of the door to take the last available seat.

Right. Next. To. You.

You felt your body stiffen. His close presence making your jaw tighten and nostrils flare. It felt as if you were expecting some form of conflict. Your body having a visceral reaction to someone like him sitting that close to you.

There was something about him that immediately has you on your guard. Could it be the way he keeps staring at you, only from the corner of his eyes? The way he hasn’t even acknowledged his comrades? Just how absolutely massive he was? The fact that he wore a mask while surrounded by his teammates? Close mates of his, your mind reminds you. Whatever it was, it sent a chill running down your spine. Forcing you to sit just a little bit straighter.

Trust. Loyalty. Vulnerability.That’s what was needed in order for this all to work. A team can’t function without it. Hell, that’s what made a group of trained killers a team. Even as someone who doesn’t easily give it, you knew that. But you were willing to at least try for the sake of your paycheck. Even if the thought of opening up made you feel like your skin was being rubbed raw.

Unfortunately it wasn’t a new feeling. One that makes your muscles coil and tense. These men have the potential to be either your allies or your enemies.

You hope the former.

Yet their— already clear —displeasure/hesitation of having an outsider being accepted into their fold told you this wasn’t gonna be easy. Evident by the tension in just first few minutes of you being in their space.

How is an outsider like you supposed to find a place in this already tight-knit group?

“Alright, let’s get this started.”

A gruff Liverpudlian accent breaks the silence. Your attention snaps from the man beside you to the fourth and final man as he enters the room. An air of authority and control following him, causing the two men that were murmuring to each other to stop.

First thing you notice about him? He looks tired. His face aged from the years of conflict, bags under his eyes. Deep blue eyes that seemed to have seen far too much and spent too many long nights awake.

A worn bucket hat atop his head. His bushier mustache with thick sideburns rounding out his face. That’s when you recognized him from the photo Laswell showed you. You felt a smirk tug at the corners of your mouth.

So, this was to be your Captain for the time being.… he doesn’t seem too bad…

“As I’m sure, you lot already noticed the new face in the room.” He states. The Captain stands on the opposite side of the table from the group, reaching out to the three manilla folders that laid in the middle. His wrist flicking one out to each member but you.

Then he looks to you, waving you up by his side. You promptly follow the silent command. Your combat boots shuffling against the thin carpet. You took your place next to Captain Price, falling back into a familiar pose. Just like the obedient dog you once were. Standing tall with your arms tucked behind your back, feet shoulder-length apart. Chin held up high and a neutral look on your face.

You weren’t much for introductions. Hating all the eyes on you. People assessing and deeming your worth right then and there. It always put you on edge. You find a brown water stain on the wall to hold your stare. All the while you could feel the weight of their judgement heavy on your shoulders.

You are worth more than mere numbers on paper.

Your quick but dull eyes moved to look at the three men gathered before you. Studying them right back as they were studying you. Tuning out anything Price was saying about you and your new role within the team. Only hearing him as he introduced each of the men before you.

You quickly glanced at each of the men who were to be your new teammates as they were introduced. Soap, the one with the Warhawk, seemed excited and maybe even a bit intrigued by your presence. While Gaz, the other with a darker skin tone, a cap and gentle brown eyes; just offered a polite smile and nod. The two sergeants.

Then your eyes locked with whiskey brown ones.

Lieutenant Simon Riley… Ghost.

You note the way his eyes were cold, hardened by your stare. Yet there was a deep sadness in them. Held back and buried deep.

Almost reminding you of yourself.

Realizing your eyes lingered on him longer than the others, Ghost narrowed his. A scoff puffing out his nose in a quiet huff.

You narrowed your gaze back, just the slightest bit. Not willing to roll over and expose your belly like some mutt. There, you could just imagine the thoughts running through his head. What’s she doing here? How much damage could a lil’ lady like her do that I can’t? At least that’s what you assumed was going through Ghost’s head, given his cold attitude.

You snap back when Price’s hand clasped you on your shoulder, telling you welcome and to return to your seat. Blinking for a moment, you look to Price and give a curt nod. Then returned to the chair right next to Ghost. This time pulling it away from the table and swinging backwards. You plopped down on it, your arms resting on top of the back, hands linking together loosely. Your jaw was tight but kept your shoulders relaxed, wanting to get this done and over with.

You were no longer a trained military Lieutenant. Who said you had to adhere to all of their strict standards? You’re a PMC soldier now, having more freedom than them— less red tape holding you back. You were free to do what you pleased as long as it didn’t interfere with the mission. Right? You were told to be friendly. Not someone they can walk all over. Sitting backwards was just your small act of reminding them just that.

That’s when the masked Lieutenant decided to break his silence. Clearly not impressed with you or your actions.

"Ain’t this cozy?" he finally spoke, murmuring under his breath. His voice is low and gravelly, a hint of disdain weaving through a thick Mancunian accent. His arms were crossed over his wide chest now. He didn't wait for an answer before continuing, his words laced with sarcasm. "Stray, was it? That supposed to be some kind of joke?"

Price seemed to shoot a glare at the Lieutenant but the man paid his Captain no mind. Staring down at you, waiting for your retort. Wanting to see how easy you break. You chose not to answer, not wanting to even dignify that with a response.

Ghost shifted in his seat, his muscles involuntary tightening. Not happy about the close proximity or your lack of response. Then Ghost's voice, derisive and laced with barely veiled disdain, cut through the room once more— but not towards you.

"So, we're takin' on charity cases now, are we?"

“Focus on the meeting, Lieutenant.”

You barked at him in a harsh tone. Addressing him in your own authoritative ‘Lieutenant’ voice. You once held the same rank as him, and wasn’t afraid to remind these men of it. Your eyes looking to the side at him, not bothered enough to even turn your head at him, with contempt. Bloody bastard, trying to rile me up…

There was almost a deafening silence that fell over the room. The two Sergeants exchanging a look before looking back at you and Ghost. Almost sure chaos was about to erupt.

You roll your shoulders, as if to brush off the conversation Ghost tried to initiate. Your face staying neutral as you force your attention back on Price. Typical… probs feeling like he needs to assert himself over the fresh meat. Still, you could feel the heat of his glare on you. Like daggers trying to pierce your skin. But kept your focus on the Captain, waiting for him to keep going.

“Please continue, Captain.” You say while trying to rein yourself back in. It’s just another job and he’s just another prick. You tell yourself this over and over, like a mantra, in effort to keep your cool.

The undercurrents of hostility in the room was growing by leaps and bounds within seconds. The team glanced from one to the other as Price cleared his throat. Then he resumed the briefing, detailing the mission parameters and objectives with pointed professionalism. Although you can tell while Ghost's attention remained on the Captain's words, his peripheral vision was keeping tabs on your reactions and body language.

"Right now, we all have a moment to get our bearings," Price stated, glancing between his team, lingering between you and Ghost for a moment longer, “but we'll need to be ready at a moment’s notice the second Laswell gets a break in the intel we gathered.”

The intel Price spoke of seemed to be linked to the missing groups of young men, ages ranging anywhere from 16-20. It started in one of the remote villages in Russia and spread out like wildfire.

Of course, old myths and legends were what locals chalked it up to. After all, it was only a handful at a time. At first. Then it went international. Taking much more than just a few. So much so that the US and SAS were getting themselves involved now.

As Price wrapped up the details, the Lieutenant seemed to refrain from any further verbal sparring. Once the briefing concluded, the team stood, and Ghost, full of silent reserve and palpable disdain, made to pass by you.

"Don't get too comfortable here, Stray," he warned in a growl low enough for only you to hear.

You exhale a huff through your nostrils at his words. Must be the fuckin’ guard dog of the pack. Steadily you rise from your seat, swinging the foldable metal chair back in line with the others before promptly making an exit.

—— —— ——

Ghost plodded out of the room, his heavy boots thudding rhythmically down the hallway. Heading towards the one place he knew that he’d find some sort of control. His mind immersed in strategic considerations and personal vexations.

In the armory, Ghost began prepping his gear, his movements precise and well practiced. His thoughts were still partly on you, though he wouldn’t admit it. The new variable in his otherwise predictable environment was irksome enough, but there was something else, an edge to your defiance that Ghost found... discomforting.

Price soon joined him, knowing his second in command well, grabbing his own equipment. The elder soldier cast a discerning gaze at Ghost, reading the subtle signs of discontent in his Lieutenant’s posture. "Give the lass a chance, Simon," Price urged, the use of Ghost's given name indicating the seriousness of his request.

Ghost merely grunted in response, not willing to concede the point just yet.

She'll have to prove herself first. Until then, she's just another liability.

[cricketwrites]

ASL Bros when S/O puts a flower in their hair

HCs under the cut!

Portgas D. Ace:

-Okay first off

-You need to literally drag him away for even a short time of just “chill tf out babe”

-You get 10 minutes if you’re lucky before he gets restless

-But you can also probably convince him to stay a biiiit longer

-Just make sad eyes at him he can’t resist that for long

-Probably gets like really confused at first, then gets the biggest dumbest grin imaginable

-Strikes a pose and asks if you think it looks good on him

-Then laughs because honestly he probably couldn't take himself seriously

-Grabs a flower and puts it in your hair too

-That way you match <3

-1000/10 Ace marry me pls

The environment was serene, as you and Ace had finally had some time to yourselves. No pirates, no fights, just the two of you. Life was fun, full of adventure, and there was always something going on, but sometimes it was nice to just slow down. In this moment, it was just Ace and the love of his life.

You and Ace were enjoying the lush greenery of the island they had docked at for a few days. It had so many fields of flowers, and you decided to take Ace to one. The day was warm but not overbearing, and all of the flowers around you created a serene little world, just the two of you. 

Ace jumped in surprise when you gently pushed his hat off of his head and replaced it with an orange flower. He laughed, gently shaking his head.

“What was that for?” He asked, chuckling at the cuteness of the scenario.

“Because I felt like it.” You smiled, tilting your head in faux innocence.

“Fine.” Ace gained that competitive look you often saw in a fight, but all he did was grab a nearby flower and place it behind your ear.

“There, now we match.” He smirked, placing a kiss on your cheek and pulling you down to lay on the grass with him. He couldn’t be more in love than he was at that moment. Life with pirates was always fun and exciting, but maybe, just maybe, slowing down and enjoying the flowers was fun too.

Not that he’d ever admit that. That was just for him to know.

Monkey D. Luffy:

-Legitimately tries to eat it.

-You have to explain what you tried to do

-”Luffy you cANT EAT FLOWERS-”

-After you explain, he gets a huge grin

-Probably thinks it's really cute but doesnt entirely understand why

-Very chill go with the flow bf

Luffy always drags you off of the ship when you dock at a new island, literally the second you dock. Normally he would just rocket himself off, but you had to explain to him that it hurt, so now he waits while rambling to you about all of the things he might see, growing more outlandish the longer he talks.

How silly he was, this captain of yours.

When you saw a field of flowers in the distance, you tugged on his arm.

“Hey, Luffy! I wanna go check out that field!” You said, pointing in the field’s direction.

Luffy looked confused. “Eh? Why? Is there anything special there?” He sounded genuinely curious, just that he didn’t understand.

You giggled. “There’s flowers there! They’ll probably be pretty.”

Luffy shrugged. “Ok, sure.” He still didn’t entirely understand, but he was willing to check it out to make you happy. Maybe he’d even find something interesting there too!

The field was as pretty as you’d thought. You grabbed a red flower and placed it on Luffy’s straw hat.

Luffy grabbed it, observing it, then attempting to put it in his mouth. Luckily, you caught his wrist. “No!” You said, giggling, “You don’t eat it. I thought it looked nice.”. Of course he’d try to eat it.

Luffy nodded. “Oh, okay!” He said, placing it back on his hat. He leaned down and grabbed a different one, placing it on your head. “Now you have one too!”

You really loved him, dorkiness and all.

Sabo:

-Sabo.exe has stopped working.

-Why did you do that? ._.

-Not mad, but very confused at first

-Give him a sec to process

-Thinks you are probably the cutest being to ever exist

-Feels so lucky to have you <3

-His life can get really busy so you gotta be patient with this one

-But he always makes it up to you

Sabo marry me pls

Sabo hadn’t quite told you where he would be taking you, just that it was a surprise, and he was sure you’d love it. As he led you by the hand, you were getting to an area with less and less city. Where was he taking you?

“Come on Sabo, you can’t even give me a hint?” You asked, playfully groaning. “I’m dying of anticipation!”

Sabo laughed. “Nope, no hints. I won’t be swayed.” He shook his head with a satisfied smile. He must be proud of whatever he was gonna show you.

You didn’t have to wait much longer. A bit outside of the town, he stopped at a beautiful field of flowers of all colors and sizes.

You were amazed. “Wow! This is amazing… thank you.” Sabo grinned. “I told you that you would like it. I’m really glad you do.”

You bent down, picking up a blue flower and putting it on his hat, by his goggles. You smiled, pecking his cheek. “It suits you.” Sabo’s face turned bright red. He felt overwhelmed with happiness. Sometimes, with his hectic schedule, he was worried about not being the best partner to you. He always tried to make it up to you whenever he could, and he felt blessed to have someone as patient as you by his side.

The ring in his pocket felt a little less heavy than before.

Reposted from @thatwritercricket

AAAAA my first request! Hopefully you all enjoyed, I tried to keep it gender neutral <3

Requests are open, here are the rules for requests! My DMs are also ope

I love you all and hope you have a good day!

~ Cricket

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Hiiiiii viiiiiiiiin!!!!!!!! Hope your doing just lovely💗💗💗💗❤❤❤❤❤❤. Last fic you wrote for me was so good thank you again your the best.!!!!😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺😭😭💋💋💋💋 I was again wondering if I could please request the same type of reader(fem pls) from last time x red hair pirates again but in a different scenario it could anything from fluff/cute or angst just anything.

Thank you so much 💋💋💋😭😭🥺🥺. Have a super duder amazing day!!!!!❤💗❤❤💗❤💗

~🍮 anon~

Red Haired Pirates x Fem ! Sweet / Naive Reader

Includes: Red Haired Pirates and Female Reader

A / N: Hey Puddin !! I'm glad you're requesting from me again !! I'm always happy to write for the red haired sillies LOL. I hope you have an amazing day as well <33 Also , you can call me Vin or Vix ! Sorry that this is a lot shorter than normal !! I hope you still enjoy <3

It was another casual day on the Red Force. Everyone was either chilling or playing games. You were in the kitchen , swaying your hips to a song you were whistling. You had found another recipe that you wanted to try out. It happened to be a chocolate mousse cake with a smooth exterior.

You hummed some sea shanties as you sprinkled unflavored gelatin powder over a small dish filled with water. While waiting for the gelatin to become gelatinous and clear , you heated a pot of heavy cream just until it started steaming. When the gelatin 'bloomed' , you whisked it into the heavy cream.

While you were whisking , the door to the kitchen was pushed ajar. You didn't bother to look over since you knew they weren't gonna bother you. You checked the mixer to see if the cream came out as stiff peaks , which it did. You smiled while you whipped egg whites along with cream of tartar and sugar to create a fluffy meringue.

From behind you , you heard a gruff voice speak to you. "Are you making some kind of fluffy cake ?" It was the captain of the ship himself , Red Haired Shanks. The two mixes you made were individually folded into the bowl of chocolate you set aside a bit ago. To fold , you used a rubber spatula to gently run it around the mousse and through.

"I'm making a Chocolate Mousse cake !" You responded cheerily. You continued folding the batter around until it was the perfect consistency. You poured it into the cake platter and pushed it into the already preheated oven. You turned to your captain and brought the rubber spatula to his lips. "Here , try it ! It's a new recipe that I wanted to try out." As your words slipped past your lips , his tongue trailed along the utensil.

"Sweetheart , this is delicious !" He laughed heartily and took the spatula from your hand to finish it. "Thank you , Shanks !" His laugh was contagious. Because of that fact , it caused you to laugh along with him.

"Lucky wanted to know if ya needed any help in here , but it don't seem like you need any lil missy." He patted your head , ruffling your (color) locks. Your smile widened as you pulled him into a hug.

"Oh ! When you're done , Beck says he has a surprise for ya." Shanks spoke smoothly , placing his arm around your smaller waist. "Ooh ! I have the timer going , so can I come now ?!" You asked , stars lighting up in your doe like eyes.

"Of course !" He pulled away from your embrace and gently pushed you towards the door. "Hey , Beck ! Lil Missy wants to see her surprise !" Shanks shouted from across the deck to his first mate.

"I'm right here , Shanks. There's no need to shout for me." Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The gray haired man stepped out of the shadows and stood next to you and the captain. Shanks' brown eyes met with Benn's black ones. The one armed man chuckled and stumbled away from you as Benn walked towards you. He handed you a small , black bag.

"Here. We feel bad that we ruined one of your other bathing suits , so we pitched in and got you some new ones. Along with that perfume that you said you liked. Yasopp also got you a necklace with your name engraved on it." As he said that , he showed you the red heart pendant that said 'Sweetheart of the Red Haired Pirates' on the back.

As you read it , you huffed. "Sweetheart of the Red Haired Pirates ??" Cue some laughs erupting from the crew who now surrounded the two of you. Despite your initial embarrassment from the necklace , you looked back at them with tears filling your eyes.

The crew started panicking. You heard variations of 'we didn't mean to hurt you' and stuff like that. You laughed and held the bag close to your chest. "Thank you , everyone. I appreciate it." Your smile could replace the sun , according to them. It was so bright and so sweet that it made them question how you were even a wanted criminal in the first place.

Benn patted your back gently and gave you a soft smile. "Glad you like it , doll." Your face burned a bit , but you just smiled kindly at him. "Why don't we have a party for our little missy ?!" You heard your captain yell. You turned your (color) eyes towards his direction and noticed him slamming down bottles of alcohol. The crew cheered and basically all yelled 'hell yeah !'

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Though the party raged on , you had to retreat to the kitchen to check on your dish. You combined the layers together and waited for it to cool on the stove. You sat on the counter and huffed. As much as you loved the boys , they could be a bit too rowdy for you sometimes.

Being in the kitchen by yourself gave you the quiet time you needed to rejuvenate. Your eyes turned to the door as you heard it crack open. Your eyes met with playful brown ones. "Oh , hey Yasopp !"

"What up , missy ?" He replied , closing the door behind him. "Whatcha doin' in here ? The party is out there." He walked over to your side and stared down at you , his smirk never leaving his face.

"Oh ! I was finishing up this chocolate mousse cake ! And I needed a bit of quiet time. Hope I didn't upset you guys too much !" As if to make up for it , you kissed his chin. He laughed and slung an arm around your shoulder. "You didn't upset us ! We were worried aboutcha." He shrugged and put his large hand on your smaller head.

"I'm sorry , I didn't mean to worry you guys . ." A hint of sadness coated your voice. This made Yasopp feel horrible. He panicked and smiled nervously. "No , fuck. That's not what I meant. Forget what I said. Did ya make the cake for us ?" He asked in an attempt to change the topic. It worked. It seemed like you had completely forgotten what he said previously.

"Yeah ! I hope I made it big enough. Wanna try a piece ?" You asked as you began cutting slices into it. You pulled a piece off and placed it onto a clean plate. "Only if ya feed it to me !" He laughed and placed his rifle on the table.

You nodded and got a fork from the drawer next to the cabinet. You took a piece off of the cake and placed it towards his lips. "Say ah ~" He opened his mouth and you gently placed the slice on his tongue. He wrapped his lips around the fork and made a noise of satisfaction.

"You're gonna feed him and not me ?? Wow , Sweetheart. I'm - HIC - I'm offended !" You heard from the doorway. Your head snapped over to find the source of the voice , Shanks. He had clearly drunken too much. You swore that he would find any chance he could to drink.

"Oh , come on ya oaf. I'll feed you too." You handed the plate to the blonde , who gratefully accepted the offer. He picked his weapon up from the table and walked outside with a smile on his face.

You cut a piece off for Shanks and fork fed him as well. "And what about us ??" You sighed and shook your head playfully as you noticed the line behind the red haired captain.

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After cutting off slices and feeding everyone , you were exhausted. You sat against the door of the kitchen and watched everyone play around and sing loudly.

You shifted as you felt someone sit beside you. "Hey , Roux. Did ya enjoy the cake ?" You asked happily. "Is that even a question ? Definitely. You're the baker of the Red Haired Pirates , missy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He took a bite from the meat he had in his left hand and laughed.

"Of course ! I'm glad you enjoyed it. It's a new recipe." You informed , taking a sip from the alcohol you had gotten earlier. "Really ? It was VERY good." He complimented while putting hid large hand on the small of your back.

"Aww !! Thanks !!" Your cheeks lit up a red shade from his compliment. You kissed his cheek and giggled softly. "Heyyy ! I want one too !!" You heard from a drunken crewmate. Another line . . Sigh.

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After hugging and kissing everyone's chin or cheek , you were more tired. Without knowing , you ended up passing out on the deck.

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You woke up in the women's quarters , accompanied by Beck and Shanks. You jumped out of bed and stared at them. "What are you two doing here ?"

Benn rolled to his side and yawned. "Mornin' sleepy head. You asked us to stay." You tilted your head at his words. "Yeah , you begged us to stay here with ya , Missy." Came the voice of Shanks from your right. You scratched your cheek from embarrassment.

"Fuck , sorry you two." You kissed both of their foreheads before you were dragged back down by Shanks.

"Now hush up and go back to sleep , Reader." Before you could complain , you heard light snoring from behind you. It was Shanks , of course. He was already out. You couldn't leave either , since both of them had their arms trapping you against the bed.

Eventually , you just let it happen. The smell of smoke , cologne , and alcohol have you a slight headache , but it lulled you back into sleep.

[hey-august]

WC: ~680 (these keep getting longer...) Warnings: NSFWish, MDNI, Buggy x GN!reader, roleplay - teacher and student, buggy pls i am so sorry

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You sat at the captain’s desk, heart pounding louder than the scratch of pen against paper. Aimless doodles filled the paper. Anticipation from waiting had your mind bouncing forwards and backwards, thinking about what was to come and waiting for the moment to start.

Shifting in the wooden seat, you tried to find a position that was comfortable and polite. You settled for rolling your hips to gain some extra sensations before sitting properly, rather than spreading your legs wide and shoving a hand in your underwear.

Footsteps approached the room and the door creaked open. Buggy stepped in and closed the door behind him. He walked towards you, rolling up the sleeves of the white button-down shirt he wore for the occasion. You set down the pen and crossed your hands on the half-filled paper as he got closer. Buggy leaned over you, the low ponytail dangling over his shoulder swaying with the movement.

“Still working on the assignment?” he asked in a low, authoritative voice that increased the heartbeat between your legs.

“Yes, sir,” you replied, shuffling the paper prop to angle towards him.

“Mm?”

“Teacher- yes, teacher.” The correction flew out of your mouth at the disappointment in his voice.

“That’s better. It’s a good thing you’re a fast learner,” he said through a shadow of a smile. 

A large hand patted the top of your head alongside the compliment. You breathed in slowly, trying to hold in the sounds that wanted to escape as you imagined his hand sliding back to pull your head back with your hair.

Channeling that desire, you turned to face the pseudo scholar with your own smile. “Only because I have a great teacher.”

Buggy’s hand slid down, fingers dragging along your cheek, until he could pinch your chin. “Flattery will not get you far,” he said coolly.

A chill ran through your body, creating goosebumps in its wake, and leaving behind an opposing, searing heat.

“What else should I do?” The question came out in a soft whisper, partly due to the hold on your chin, as well as your nervous hope about the answer.

Buggy crouched down, bringing himself slightly lower than you. His thumb moved slightly, barely grazing your bottom lip.

“As your teacher, I should tell you to study more. Use your mind. But maybe we can work out a way for you to use your body…”

You give the smallest nod, afraid of pulling free from his touch.

“Chemistry is your weakest subject,” he continued, bringing back the heavy disappointment in his voice, “but I do have a solution. If you listen to me and do everything your teacher says, maybe we can create a different reaction.”

“Chemistry,” you repeated, your eyes darting across his face, trying to read his expression.

“Mmhmm.” Buggy nodded, missing the change in your expression. The change in your desire.

Playing pretend is fun. It’s enjoyable acting like someone different and making choices that you might not make normally. The downside is that your alter-ego isn’t always the only voice that joins the party. Sometimes another, more chaotic, voice tags along. 

Your disruptive voice showed up with a cry - this wasn’t the right subject. It shouldn’t be chemistry.

“I thought this was clown school.”

Silence.

No one breathed.

In the quiet, the voice in your head spoke again. It repeated one word twice. 

You reached for Buggy’s nose, intent on recreating the onomatopoeia you heard in your head. The hold on your chin lifted as the clown slapped your hand away. 

Buggy looked equal parts shocked and pissed. He glared at you, mulling over what you said. After a moment, he licked his lips and swallowed. Then he nodded.

“Alright. Alright! If you want me to teach you a lesson, it’s gonna be one you won’t forget,” he said gruffly. 

A floating hand grabbed your arm and maneuvered you into position. Listening to the clink of his belt, you thought that it would take a lot to get him to try and roleplay like this again. But feeling his rough grip on your hips, you decided it was worth it.

[blingblong55]

I like the idea of gremlin r/n, so ima Headcannon dump. Gremlin eventually gets the 141 (except for papa price) plus könig to join in on their gremlin activities. Most of the time it's either soap, ghost, or könig. If it's all three, prepare for hell. Gremlin has a bad father (#totallynotprojecting) and has on more occasions than one called price papa, it's gotten to the point where they no longer call him price, he's pls now. Only on mission do they use his call sign of call him captain. Confused the fuck out of some rookies because of that. They can and will climbs walls or other things if they want something or if their just bored. 141 once walked into the kitchen and found them on top of the cupboards eating fistfulls of shredded cheese. Another headcannon, gremlin can fit into small spaces. One time ghost opened a cupboard and found them chilling in their watching netflix. They stated at architect for a moment before gremlin eventually handed him his tea and he slowly closed the cupboard door. I have more but don't wanna make my ask too long. I'll share some more soon.

Cupboard Incident- 141

the cupboard one has to be highlighted, so here ya go

Ghost: What're you doing mate?

Grim: watching Netflix

Ghost: here you dumbass, what're you doing in here?

Grim: oh I just needed somewhere to chill at

Ghost: hm, pass me the tea bag.

Grim gives him his little bag of tea and Ghost closes the cupboard like it's nothing.

This is normal, the other night, Price woke up to Grim, Ghost and König melting candles and giggling anytime a drop of wax would hit the concrete.

Candles were banned on base for 2 months.

This morning, Grim and Gaz were caught drinking from a glass container that had what they called, "Jungle Juice", which contained, pickle juice, tomatoes, and some onions and to make things sweeter they added chocolates to it.

Price unfortunately has become used to this kind of behaviour, Laswell has gotten used to soldiers on based complaining about the task force and their 'games'.