#his smile is so beautiful I just T.T

[sanjisboyfie]

✘ keep safe : ⁶⁶⁶special ✘

link to original story these one shots/headcanons are based off of <3

a/n : some of the straw hats have longer one shots with [name], sorry </3 it's just some of them i was much more inspired to play around with than others, but I STILL LOVE ALL OF THEM PLEASE. i think it just proves i can flesh out and deepen the relationships [name] has with each straw hat some more!!! which i plan to do in the future :D anyway, this is sosososo late considering we are at 700+ hearts??? help i have no idea how or why there are so many people that are invest3ed in this silly story, but i really want to say thank you. i have been gone for so long and i know i've probably lost a lot of my original support, which i understand, but to those that stuck around: i really hope to not disappoint you in the future. i am so grateful to everyone that has showed me support - on so many different platforms too T.T THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE and i hope you enjoy 

lmk which one you enjoyed the most too !!! i would love to hear any feedback and any comments you guys have <3 love u all sooo much thank u for reading :) 

+ there are some lore drops in here too so make sure to read carefully hehe!!! consider it an apology from me LMAO for my terribly extended disappearance. 

wc : 17k+ ... strap in ..

monkey d. luffy - piel canela by los panchos

"que se quede el infinito sin estrellas, o que pierda el ancho mar su immensidad, pero el negro de tu ojos que no muera. y el canela de tu piela se quede iguel. si perdiera el arco iris su belleza, y las flores su perfume y su color, no seria tan immense mi tristeza comon aquella de quedarme sin tu amor. me importas tu, y tu, y tu, y solamente tu, y tu, y tu. me importas tu, y tu, y tu, y nadie mas que tu." // "may the infinite be left without stars, or may the whole wide sea lose its immenseness. but may the blackness of your eyes never die. and may the cinnamon of your skin stay the same. if the rainbows were to lose its beauty, and the flower their perfume and their color. my sadness wouldn’t be as immense as that from being left without you love. what matters to me is you, and you, and you. and only you, and you, and you. what matters to me is you, and you, and you, and no one else, but you"

[name] would do anything to ensure that a smile stayed on luffy’s lips.

the unthinkable things he would never say out loud in fear of scaring people away, that he would do to make luffy happy. the unimaginable pain he would bring onto others if it meant that luffy’s joy and dreams were protected.

he would do anything for luffy.

the entire world could collapse around the two them, but [name] would only be looking into luffy’s wonderous brown eyes the whole time. there was a different sense of adoration that [name] held for luffy, one unseen by many and unknown by more. in fact, the only person in the world that could begin to comprehend how serious [name] was in ensuring luffy’s happiness could be ace.

a part of that reason was because of how ace had seen first hand what [name] was willing to do in order to protect those he loved, and the man with h/c hair definitely did love luffy. and secondly, it was because a part of that ideology in [name] lived in ace. wholeheartedly, the two men would do anything in a heartbeat for luffy.

as [name] woke up, he was greeted by luffy’s scent surrounding him. and yes, it was a pleasant scent. ever since [name] joined the crew, luffy and him would bathe together, so [name] was making sure that the man was smelling clean and fresh every night before bed. which is why the smell of the sun that luffy usually radiated was wiped away and replaced with his natural smell (which, ironically, still held a tinge of the sun).

the natural smell that radiated from his captain could only be explained as mimicking the smell of meat, but also, a certain amount of sweetness. and, genuinely [name] hated sweets, but when it was something that naturally came from luffy, he couldn’t bring himself to so vehemently hate it as much as he usually does.

he smiles to himself as he imagines the reason why luffy has a hint of sweetness to his scent is because of his natural instinct of being a kind person. he sighs in content, wrapping his strong arms around luffy’s waist and basking in his presence. he had waited years to be able to do this, just hold luffy again, so each time he could, he never failed to hold him close and hard. to ground himself in reminding himself that luffy was truly with him and wasn’t going anywhere.

as he was shamelessly cuddling into luffy’s side, the man “trapped” in his arms subconsciously welcomed the affection. since he was still sleeping, luffy wasn’t truly aware of his own actions. his arms and legs were moving on their own, wrapping several times over around [name]’s waist and legs to bring him impossibly closer.

as [name]’s chin rested on top of luffy’s messy raven hair, he smiled at the feeling and squeezed luffy back.

this only made luffy smile in his sleep and cuddle closer to his favorite person.

and it was the quiet moments like these where [name] really does come to terms that he would do anything, genuinely anything, to keep luffy safe and happy.

it was a quiet morning, surprisingly. ace was still snoring away in the corner and luffy’s head was resting soundly on [name]’s lap. a bandaged hand was going through his black hair and a soft tune was audibly coming from the man.

“hnnggg, [name] it’s too bright,” luffy whined, cuddling his face into [name]’s thighs to hide away from the sunlight that was seeping into the treehouse.

“that’s called the sun, luffy,” [name] grinned, lightly pinching the rubber man’s cheek. he only whined louder, hugging [name] so tight the man’s air was practically cut off.

“we should go fishing today,” luffy suggested out of nowhere, eyes still closed. “since you’re still healing, i can do all the fishing and you can watch,”

“i don’t know if i wanna spend my morning watching you fish, luffy,” [name] joked, making luffy childishly whine about how mean he was being. “should we go now? so when ace wakes up, he has some food,”

“but i’m tired…” luffy breathed out, shuffling to prop himself up on his palms to properly face [name], “let’s be sure to leave quietly so he doesn’t wake up,”

and suddenly luffy was standing up and full of energy, even though he just claimed how tired he was.

the supplies were gathered and they both jumped from the treehouse to the ground with ease. the moment they began walking to the stream, luffy was draped over [name]’s back and cuddling into him.

“ace always hogs you, y’know,” luffy commented, his eyebrows furrowed in displeasure. “it’s not fair when i was your friend first,”

[name] chuckled at luffy’s words, finding them both endearing and funny.

“it feels like such a long time ago,” [name] said fondly, throwing an arm around luffy’s frame and holding him close. with their difference in size, it was easy to keep luffy so near to him.

“hm, i guess, but i remember it,”

“then i’ll take your word for it. maybe you should bring it up to ace when we see him,” luffy hummed with his head held high, seemingly very determined to seriously put ace in his place over such a trivial matter.

as they were walking through the forest, [name]’s eyes caught a glimpse of something big and shiny resting on a tree trunk. it clicked immediately what it was and he, unfortunately, had to detach himself from luffy.

the younger one whined, but then he also saw what it was that caught [name]’s eyes. and only then did he let out a yell of happiness. he began shaking [name]’s arm back and forth, a wide grin on his face.

and in unison, the two boys exclaimed, “a hercules!!!”

luffy clapped his hands as his eyes sparkled and turned into stars. and seeing such a joyous expression on his face, [name] didn’t hesitate in handing over the beetle to luffy.

“hold onto him lu, we can bring him with us on our adventure,” he spoke softly, smiling at the way luffy’s smile only stretched further.

“he’s so cool, [name]! look at his horn!” luffy exclaimed, placing his hand into [name]’s awaiting one and not wasting a second before swinging their arms back and forth, “he’s so cool, thanks for giving him to me!”

despite [name] never allowing luffy to “claim” the bug that he had found, he wasn’t going to object. seeing how happy it made luffy was enough to make him give up on any possible objections that he could have had.

it had been a couple hours since [name] properly woke up, leaving luffy a slumbering mess in their hammock.

now to fill his time, [name] was watching the ocean sway and move with a bored look on his face. sometimes, if he were bored, he’d force the waves to move to his liking, but then he’d stop to not be caught by nami and her fury.

but one can only stare at the ocean for so long. just as he was about to go find another distraction, a figure came crashing into his back and knocking the air out of his lungs.

”[name]!! what are you doing?’ luffy’s drawled out voice spoke, practically whining into [name]’s skin. “you left me all alone,”

“i did not, i made sure zoro was nearby for you to cuddle,” [name] smiled, turning his head and feeling his smile grow wider when luffy’s face pressed closer and closer to his own.

“blegh, i don’t like cuddling with zoro, he smells,”

“i know, maybe we should force him into bath time with us, lu,” [name] hummed, still not breaking eye contact.

luffy’s deep, dark eyes were so captivating that it was hard to look away. [name] only found himself surveying the rest of luffy’s features. his beautifully tanned complexion that could only be describe as sun-kissed. his dark hair that was oh-so slightly wavy, but for the most part just spikey in all the most random directions. the small, barely noticeable freckles that adorned the high points of his face, credit to the sun exposure he’s gotten over their journey.

[name] smiled, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against luffy’s. the captain, finding the action fun, grinned and leaned further into [name], giggling to himself.

luffy, [name]’s beautiful boy.

innocently unaware of the hold he had over [name]’s heart, morals, actions, ideology. everything. luffy had complete control over it. and instead of abusing it, he remained painfully oblivious.

unaware that with a simple command, [name] would do anything luffy wished.

luffy, the sun-kissed boy, that had captivated the man who related to the moon. an unlikely pair, from an outsider perspective.

without hesitation, [name] leaned in and gently pecked luffy’s nose. this made the younger one crinkle his face in surprise before breaking out into laughter, the signature laugh of his.

“hehe, what was that for?” luffy asked, making sure that their foreheads were still connected.

“dunno,” [name] dumbly answered, grinning as he saw the way luffy pouted at that response. “just felt like it,”

luffy hummed in understanding. then he grabbed both of [name]’s cheeks, pulled him in, and placed a wet, sloppy kiss onto both of his cheeks. [name] grimaced at the uncomfortable sensation, but the grimace was wiped off of his face in an instant when he saw how happy luffy was.

the two started quietly giggling before it turned into outright howling laughter. they didn’t know why they were laughing, honestly, but [name] felt that silence existing when luffy was near wasn’t an appropriate environment. so he started laughing, as did luffy, and now here they were rolling back and forth on deck in each others’ arms, laughing so loud the other strawhats woke up.

“hm, no, luffy, pay attention,” [name] sternly said, holding onto luffy’s hand to squeeze. the action was supposed to trigger luffy into becoming serious, but the future captain still had that childish grin on his face. “this mean “i am” and the black space is where you put your name, m’kay? and you write your name like this — like we practiced earlier!”

luffy simply kept his hold on [name]’s hand tight as he mindlessly nodded along. affectionately, the older one’s thumbs ran up and down the backside of luffy’s hand, encouraging him to try writing it out himself. and it seemed to work as luffy turned serious.

”then you have to write it in this stroke,” [name] said, taking his other hand to hold onto luffy’s and guide him in the proper way of writing. luffy’s tongue was poking out of the corner of his lips and he was deeply concentrated on getting it right. white paper sheets that had previous attempts were scattered around their room, showing how determined luffy was in getting this right.

he recognized how hard [name] was teaching him and he really didn’t want to mess up all the effort he was putting into their lesson. that’s what motivated luffy to try again and again.

“wow! that doesn’t look half bad,” [name] hummed, bringing the paper up and examining it, “you’re getting better each time, lu,”

“i did good?” luffy asked, dropping the inky pen and jumping onto [name], tilting his head into the man’s neck.

[name] chuckled at the blatant need for praise from the boy, but nodded his head in agreement, “very good, lu, you’re making me really proud!” the childish one cheered and rocked the two back and forth to show his happiness at the news. [name] held onto him tight so that they wouldn’t crash onto the floor, laughing along with him.

“should we show ace your hard work?” [name] suggested, grabbing the paper tight in his hands. luffy hummed in agreement, seeing it as a chance to show off to his older brother, and [name] carried the boy on his back to find ace.

in the crow’s nest of merry, [name] had his hands carded through luffy’s dark hair. he would occasionally massage his scalp, smiling when luffy would practically purr in glee at the soft sensation. in the midst of the sunset, the light was hitting luffy so beautifully he was practically glowing.

to know that someone as kindhearted and beautiful as luffy existed made [name] smile.

luffy was busy watching the sunset, he wasn’t all too focused on how [name] was taking in every little detail of his face.

[name] could see every detail so clearly. the freckles that were so small they were only visible when the sun was shining on them, scattered around his eyes, nose and cheeks. they looked like flecks of a paintbrush’s brown paint. how luffy’s eyes were so dark, but still managed to sparkle and look as if though stars were living right in his eyes. they were so cute when they were blown wide in excitement, too, [name] had noticed that since him and luffy were kids.

how luffy’s eyes would widen and you’d see visibly how excited he was about something. it made [name] smile even wider. or, how naturally luffy’s lips were always resting in a small grin and how there was the tiniest mole on the bottom of his lip and how it would stretch along with him whenever he smiled.

how there was no blemish in sight on luffy’s skin and he was practically flawless. [name] hands moved from luffy’s hair and down to his waist, hugging him tight. he ducked his head into luffy’s neck, innocently blowing a raspberry into his skin, making luffy’s giggles fill the air.

“hey! what was that for?” luffy questioned, not at all angry, but instead feeling delighted at the affection.

“just wanted to,” [name] smiled, holding luffy still and continuing to hug him tight in his lap. “luffy, promise me something,”

“anything!” luffy grinned.

“never change, okay? i want you to stay like this forever,” [name] said, a selfish feeling blooming in his chest. luffy frowned, pouting as he thought.

truthfully, luffy was also a really selfish individual who, contrary to what people think, is incredibly self-aware. in the sense, he knows who he is and knows what he wants and how he wants to achieve his dreams. he’s actually a very simple man — he wants to be the pirate king and won’t let anything stop him. and he likes to think that’s one of his strongest suits, his determination and unwillingness to shift positions on what he has his mind set on.

that’s what made [name]’s words were so conflicting to him. because what if he does end up changing because he has to? but also, he cherishes [name] above everything else. he puts [name] on such a high pedestal that there’s never a chance he would willingly say no to him.

“are you gonna hate me if i change?”

“of course not, lu,” [name] said immediately, running one hand up to caress luffy’s cheek, “could never hate you. i just love you so much like this — the sweetest boy i know,”

“hehe, then i’ll stay like this forever if that means you’ll love me the same!”

[name] grinned, planting a kiss on luffy’s cheek and nodding, “you’re the best, luffy,”

“that’s right, i am! the king of pirates can’t be anything else but!”

[name] and luffy laughed to themselves, both looking on at the sun that was setting over the horizon and basking in its rays. well, [name] was too enamored with the warmth and energy that luffy was radiating to really focus on the sun, but luffy was paying attention to it.

the sun watching the sun, [name] thought with a grin, laughing at the funny parallel.

that really does make him the moon, eagerly chasing after luffy. always.

roronoa zoro - frisky by dominic fike

“we’re drunk in these fancy places, i help you navigate cause nobody around you makes aneffort and i wanna make an effort. what in the world is gonna make you listen? i got a bottle for two and i feel a lil’ frisky! what in the world is gonna make you listen? // don’t be so messy headed, you’ll have your revelation. you’re heavy handed cause you hold it all. step outside, but not to brawl. and, watch you feet — try not to fall. or we’ll make it to the moon all scraped and bruised up”

the moon was shining brightly down on the island the strawhats were docked at. each crew member was doing their own thing, for nami it was seeing the different shops that were scattered around the island, for usopp it was to see what type of unique trinkets the people created, and sanji was busy trying to woo whichever women stepped into his eye sight. and the most energetic, luffy and chopper, were entertaining themselves around the island, leaving some sort of chaotic mess behind them.

the only ones who were holding off on letting loose were zoro and [name]. they were assigned to babysit merry while the others were free to roam around and neither complained when they were appointed the responsibility.

the two were the only ones left on merry, zoro secluded near the railing and seemingly watching the ocean with his swords not far away. [name] was roaming around looking for the green-head, holding a bottle of rum he had found in his hand.

and when he finally caught sight of him, he grinned ear to ear. he quietly stalked towards the swordsman, announcing his presence with a soft, but loud, “boo!” and grabbing each of zoro’s shoulders to shake gently. the goal was to obviously scare him, but zoro only rolled his eyes at [name]’s childish antics.

“really? your loud ass breathing gave you away,” zoro said, a smirk on his face as he easily insulted [name].

the man only rolled his eyes and took a seat beside zoro, placing the bottle down, “come on, let’s get drunk!”

zoro quirked his eyebrow up at the remark, but didn’t bother fighting the urge to take a long swig. and when the bottle was pulled away from his lips, he placed it back down, “you don’t drink,” he easily said, watching with interest as [name] took the bottle.

“i don’t, but this could be a good bonding moment between us,”

zoro scoffed at the excuse, cracking a grin as he saw [name]’s face scrunch up in disgust at the taste of alcohol, “for someone that loves bitter things, i would’ve thought you’d have loved the taste of some booze,”

“blegh,” [name] groaned, sticking his tongue out, “hell no. this shit is so nasty,”

zoro took another sip, “so why even?”

“bonding, of course,” [name] grinned, demeanor flipping in an instant.

“why do we need to this bonding? it’s stupid,” zoro remarked, looking at the bottle with a blank look on his face.

“zoro, quit complaining. nothing’s wrong with me bringing a bottle for two, shouldn’t you be happy you’re drinking booze anyway,”

“i could easily do this by myself, dipshit,”

“bottle for two, marimo,” [name] said, flicking zoro’s forehead, “don’t be so pissy.”

“fine, but don’t you get all whiny on me when you keep sipping this knowing you’ll hate it,”

“oh, shut up, zoro,” [name] said, taking another swig and immediately sticking his tongue out in disgust.

by the time the bottle was halfway done, zoro drinking most of it, [name] was feeling rather tipsy. his face felt hot and he was slouching and swaying in all sorts of directions, despite being in a sitting position. and of course, zoro was holding up just fine and normal.

“zoro,” [name] whined, making the green-haired man click his tongue in annoyance. this is exactly what he was dreading. the possibility of [name] being unable to hold his liquor well and having to babysit the man’s drunken state.

“no,” zoro grunted, already getting up to walk away from the mess of a man that [name] was.

“no, you,” [name] said, quickly grabbing ahold of zoro’s ankles and keeping an iron grip on them.

“hey! let go!”

“no, you,”

“what?!”

“hehe.”

“don’t hehe me, you bastard!” zoro bit back, pulling [name] up to his feet by his underarms, cringing at the way [name]’s entire body weight fell onto him. not that he was heavy, but the fact that he was clinging onto him so tight the moment their skin made contact. “i told you not to even bother with this, you idiot. now look, you can’t even stand straight,”

“we should go out,” [name] mumbled, cheek pressed to zoro’s hair. “marimo,” he said in a daze, carding his long fingers through zoro’s short hair, “fuzzy!”

“quit it!’ zoro said, grabbing [name]’s hands in his own and restraining them from wandering anywhere else. “why the fuck did i have to be on here with you, of all people?”

after a couple moments of silence, zoro wondered if [name] did actually fall asleep standing up, or if he was really that offended by his words. the swordsman didn’t know how [name] was drunk so there was a chance he was one of those overly emotional people…

just as he tilted his head up to see [name]’s expression, he was yanked in the opposite direction and was suddenly being dragged elsewhere.

“let’s go!!” [name] cheered, smile evident on his face as he easily used his strength to drag zoro’s entire body weight.

“go where?! and like hell we are going anywhere!!” zoro shouted, kicking his heels into merry to stop his movement, but it was truly no use. [name], despite being drunk, was still really strong.

“see the world!” [name] shouted, jumping off of the side of the railing and bringing zoro with him, “merry, we will be back, don’t go anywhere!” he slurred, waving by to the still ship and skipping ahead.

“hey, hey, hey, don’t drag me into whatever you’re plannin-” zoro’s face was covered with [name] hand as the drunk man shut him up from complaining further. “gthyrhuntuhofame!!”

“you’re so funny, zoro,” [name] giggled, leaning into the man and guiding the both of them to walk forward. well, guide was the wrong word as he was walking as if he had two left feet and swaying the two of them back and forth.

once zoro managed to break free from [name]’s suffocating hand, he screamed, “we are going back to merry, idiot, let’s go!”

“but zoro! we didn’t even get to the main part of town!” [name] complained, kicking his feet into the dirt in protest.

“i don’t give a shit, come on!” zoro grabbed onto [name]’s hand without thinking twice and started dragging him back in the direction of merry. unfortunately, [name]’s eyes caught something shining a couple of feet away and changed his trajectory with ease.

noticing that [name]’s hand wasn’t in his and that he wasn’t dragging the man to walk, zoro looked at his straying figure. “where are you going?!”

”it’s the light bug! what are they called? bug light? dragon light? no…light bug…”

“what are you talking about?! get back here,” zoro scrambled to catch up to [name], cursing under his breath as [name] was not listening to him at all.

“dragon…no, light…” [name] was pouting as he tried to remember what the name was before his face lit up and he remembered. and when he did, he made sure to swivel on his feet to face the incoming zoro, grabbing ahold of him and shaking him back and forth, “fire fly! they’re the fireflies! zoro, look at all the fireflies!”

using the hands on both sides of zoro’s face, he maneuvered his head around to look at all the glowing bugs around them. the swordsman obviously did not care and tried breaking free from his grasp immediately.

“yeah, yeah, the light bugs, whatever! let’s go, you big idiot,” zoro said, taking [name]’s wrists in his hands and tugging him again.

“no! fireflies,” [name] scolded, smacking the back of zoro’s head, “fire-fly! fi-re-fl-y!”

“shut the fuck up about the stupid bugs!” zoro screamed, making [name] laugh at his funny expression.

“the marimo is mad.”

“shut the fuck up or i’ll leave you here!”

“oh, but zoro, look the moon is so bright!” [name] stopped walking, jolting zoro’s body to be near his own, a dopey grin on his face, “it’s sooooo big! and bright! like…like, a bowl of milk.”

zoro deadpanned, rolling his eyes at the childish antics he had to deal with, “yeah, a big bowl of milk in the sky, let’s go now.”

“no, i wanna look at it some more,” he plopped down onto the grass, crossing his long legs over one another and gazing up at the sky.

“fine, find your own way back to merry, i’m not looking at the stupid moon with you,” zoro said, dropping the hold he had on [name]’s wrist and beginning to walk away. [name], seemingly unbothered, only began humming a very familiar song and looking up at the sky with a soft smile on his face.

zoro’s eyes narrowed at his lack of complaint of him leaving, enunciating, “you have to go back to merry on your own.”

[name] only continued on humming.

“i’m not gonna tell them how to find you, you need to go back by yourself,”

the same tune was escaping [name]’s sealed lips.

and, for some unexplainable reason, zoro found himself sitting down next to [name] and resting his chin in his palms, a bored and pissed look on his face.

“stupid fucking idiot, can’t just look at the moon from merry, as if it makes a difference where you look at it from,” he said under his breath, flinching when he felt [name]’s breath on the back of his neck. “back up!”

“if you had one wish, what would it be, zoro?”

“for you to back up off of me,”

“no,” [name] said, hugging himself into zoro’s side with a grin on his face, “that’s not a real wish!”

“fine, my wish would be for you to drop dead,”

“how rude~” [name]’s words were slurred as he spoke, showing that the affects of the alcohol were still lasting, “my wish would be for everyone’s dreams to come true. you’ll kill that stupid hawk guy and claim that title as yours, luffy will be the pirate king…and…i forgot everyone elses’…sorry,”

“that’s stupid. you’d waste your one wish on other people?” zoro judged, giving up on trying to get [name]’s heavy torso off of his own body. instead, he leaned back on the palms of his hands and allowed [name] to rest on his shoulder however he liked.

“it’s not a waste if it’s you guys,” [name] yawned, eyes dreary as he looked at the moon. “not a waste, marimo,”

zoro remained silent, looking down at [name]’s head on his chest and sighing. annoying piece of shit, he thought in his head. then he turned his gaze up to the sky and tried to make himself interested in it. he wondered what [name] was seeing that made him so intrigued in it. maybe his drunk self really thought a big bowl of milk was in the sky. zoro’s eyebrows scrunched together as he was deep in thought.

why would [name] waste a wish on something as stupid as that? — instead of his own dreams. it made zoro annoyed and pissed off. selfless bastard, he insulted in his head.

“do you think the moon is a big cheese?”

zoro deadpanned again. what the fuck was wrong with him.

“if the moon was a big cheese, i’d give you a bigggg slice,” [name] grinned, nodding his head in affirmation, “cheese is yummy,”

“mhm,” zoro hummed in a bored tone.

then he felt the weight on his chest grow heavier and the body against his turn limp.

“oi.” he called out, going to shake [name] awake before holding himself back. the man was sleeping with a tired grin on his face, mumbling incoherent phrases about the moon and cheese. zoro was tuning him out as he just thought about how annoying he was being.

zoro sat up, allowing [name]’s body to hit the ground briefly before squatting down and forcing his tall figure onto his back, “he comes all the way out here,” he grunts, balancing the weight on his back and adjusting his grip, “then has the audacity to fall asleep,” he begins walking down through the grassy fields, “all for a stupid milk, cheese moon…i’ll kill him when he wakes up,”

“marimo, cheese,” [name] said in his sleep, making zoro very tempted in whacking him awake and making him walk the rest of the way to merry. but zoro restrained himself and told himself he would just harshly drop [name] onto the deck of merry the second they arrived.

by some miracle, zoro made it back to merry without getting completely lost. and it seemed that despite them abandoning their post over an hour ago, they were still the only ones that were on board. and zoro withheld throwing [name] onto the floor, clicking his tongue in annoyance as he walked to the boy’s dorm.

then he put [name] down into one of the hammocks, sighting in exhaustion of carrying the much taller man.

“marimo, stay,”

“i’m not a fucking dog, you asshole.”

“marimo, sit,”

“oi!!”

“shhh,” [name] put his finger to zoro’s lips, making him shut up, but ultimately only piss zoro off further. “cheese moon,”

“holy fucking shit,” zoro groaned in disbelief, standing up and leaving the room to retrieve a water from the kitchen. surprisingly, the chef was back and moving around the familiar domain as he prepared some dish. “hah? when did you get back?”

“just now, stupid marimo. where’s [name]? don’t tell me you two killed each other?”

“shut up, ero cook,” zoro bit back, going to get a glass and some medication from the cabinet, “the idiot got drunk,”

“[name]? he doesn’t drink,” sanji said, a look of surprise on his face.

“yeah, i know,” zoro said, moving past sanji and getting water from the sink.

”i’ll make him a hangover remedy then,” the chef said easily, rolling his sleeves up without wasting a second.

“you care that much about the idiot?”

“who’s the one getting him medication and water?”

there was silence in the kitchen and zoro stormed out of there with a pissed off look on his face. then he stomped over to the dorms and forced the pill down [name]’s throat, as well as big gulps of water. [name], surprisingly, didn’t complain all that much. only going limp against the hammock once zoro was done. and just as the swordsman was going to leave, [name]’s hand grabbed ahold of his pant leg.

“let go,” zoro commanded, tugging his leg to get [name]’s grip free.

“stay, look at the moon with me, zoro,”

“we’re-” zoro cut himself off, finding the words he wanted to say die in the back of his throat. what he wanted to say was, that there was no moon in sight from the inside of the dormitory.

but just as he was going to, [name]’s hand pointed upward at the ceiling, a blissful smile on his face, “right there,”

now usually, zoro would have said something along the lines of, “you delusional fuck, that’s the wood ceiling,”

but, again, the words died at the back of his throat. instead, he found himself taking a rest in the hammock beside [name]’s and looking at the ceiling.

“yep, the cheese moon is definitely something,” he drawled out, crossing his arms over his chest.

“hehe, thanks, zoro,” [name] smiled, eyes still shut as he was going in and out of sleep, “for drinking with me.”

”yeah, it’s never happening again so cherish this memory,” zoro sarcastically bit back, a mocking look on his face — one that [name] didn’t even see as he was still in a sleepy state.

but even though [name]’s eyes were shut and a blissful look was on his face, zoro was wide awake and left expectingly staring at the other man. and when he caught himself staring, he turned his head to the side immediately and rolled his eyes.

“idiot,” was whispered into the air as he tried to will himself to sleep, body still turned away from [name]’s. “fucking idiot.”

nami - hit different by sza

“man, i get more in love with you each argument. something wrong with me, i like the way you screw your face up, trigger me right when i need it. you wrong, but i can’t get along without you. it’s a shame and i can’t blame myself, keep on loving you. you do it different. all that i know is, mirrors inside of me — they recognize you. please, don’t deny me”

onlookers were watching the two on the street with terrified expressions.

“quit being unreasonable, [name]!”

“but i’m not, nami,” he drawled her name out, a teasing tone evident in his voice.

the townspeople all flinched at his response, finding him courageous for walking such a thin line in front of someone that was so obviously angered.

[ a couple minutes before ]

[name] and nami were exploring the town, walking side by side and paying attention to all the vendors that interested them. [name] already had some shopping bags in his hands, courtesy of nami’s spending habits, but wasn’t complaining at all.

she would drag him every which way and he wouldn’t say a single complaint. he was in a pretty good mood, so he wasn’t going to drag anyone else’s mood down either, even if he didn’t appreciate being treated like a ragdoll of some sort.

“oooh, do you think usopp would like this?” nami asks, pointing to a patterned bandana inside one of the shops, “i want to pay him back for making the climatact for me,”

“i think he likes neutral colors more, though,” he commented, looking over the options and seeing a more earth-toned bandana.

“really? i feel like he likes colorful things more, radiates his energy anyway…” [name] almost cooed at the underlying compliment nami had given the sniper, before a tick mark appeared on her forehead and she sneered, “loud, annoying, and in your face. maybe we shouldn’t even get him anything! he really did screw me over in alabasta with all those flimsy tricks!”

he rubbed up and down her back to calm her down, “it got the job done, though, so it’s alright. let’s get him one of each then, i’ll pay,” she batted her eyelashes at him, her angry demeanor washing away instantly as she purred about how much of a gentleman he was (she just didn’t want to pay and was trying to gas him up so that he would pay for more things on their shopping spree).

“shut up, i see through your tactics, nami,” he said, lightly flicking her forehead before waltzing into the shop and making a beeline straight to the attendant. she waited outside of the store, smiling to herself as she was not paying for the gift herself.

and she wasn’t standing by herself for long, but in the minutes of [name] being gone, a man had approached her. immediately she grimaced at the sight of him, but he only reacted with a smile to the look on her face.

“sorry for bothering you, miss, but i couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are-”

“not interested,” she sighed, already wondering when [name] would come back.

“i was wondering if you would be interested in going to dinner with me?”

“i already said not interested,” she repeated, tapping her foot in annoyance.

“are you waiting for someone?”

“yeah, i am actually,” she pointed her finger to the store, “he’s buying something for me and a friend right now,”

“his own money, darling? because i can assure you i have more than whatever he has,” in a way of showing off, he had pulled a thick wallet from his pant pocket. now, nami was not at all interested in the man, but rather the thick wad of beri that was resting in his leather wallet.

just as she was about to try out some of her old techniques in snatching the man’s wallet, the sound of the door behind her opening was heard.

“huh? nami, who’s this?” [name] asked, eyes already narrowed as he looked down at the much shorter man. nami elbowed him in the stomach for interrupting her process, looking up at him and sneering in his direction.

“oh, no one, he was just making small talk, weren’t you?” she directed her eyes to the stranger, trying to convey with her expression to go along with what she was saying.

“well, he can make small talk with someone else,” [name] said, cutting off any excuse the stranger would have also made to stay longer. he motioned for them to leave, looking solely at nami so that she could focus on him and not the stranger.

and with his intimidating e/c eyes now looking at her, she almost caved. but then she caught a glimpse of the wallet and remained steadfast. she wished [name] could read her mind so that he would let her do what she needed to do.

“[name], just go back to merry,” she said in a sweet tone, hoping that that would convince him.

but he was stubborn, obviously.

“yeah, man, go back to merry,” the guy chimed in, making nami internally groan at what men would do to stroke their own ego. and of course, now [name] would definitely not go back to merry after that guy told him to.

“oh, isn’t the lil man a bit demanding?” [name] teased, looking at the shorter male and faking a pout, “why the fuck do you think you have the right to tell me what to do?”

“quit being unreasonable, [name],” nami sighed, feeling her anger beginning to

“oh, but i’m not, nami.” the same tone he used on the man was now being used on her and it made her even more annoyed.

“come no, [name] can’t you see-”

“that you want this guy’s wallet? yeah.”

the man flinched at the quick comment, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. but before he could even react, [name] swiped him across the face and caught his wallet before he could even hit the ground. then he grabbed nami’s hand and began running with her away from the commotion he had caused.

“hey! get that guy! he just punched the mayor!”

“that was the mayor?!” [name] shouted out in a slight panic.

“[name]! what the hell!? why couldn’t you just let me handle it?!”

“he was pissing me off!”

“typical man behavior — you’re pissed off so you go punching everything and everyone!”

“i punched one person!”

“yeah and that one person was the mayor!”

“well, i got his wallet, shouldn’t you be rejoicing?!”

“oh yeah, thanks for doing what i could’ve done with ease in such a terrible way that now we are running from the angry townspeople!” nami shouted, pulling on his ear and dragging her down to her height and making them turn a corner to hide from the crowd.

he was leaning down so that his ear wasn’t being completely ripped off, wincing in pain.

“this is why you should’ve just gone to merry, i would’ve had that wallet in under ten minutes without the violence,” nami scolded, turning silent when a crowd of angry civilians ran past them.

[name] only spoke up when he was sure that the coast was clear, freeing himself from nami’s aggressive grip.

“i wanted to punch him in the face anyway, it was a win-win situation!”

“really? you think this is a win-win situation right now?” nami asked, her voice becoming louder with the more annoyed she was getting.

“uhm, yeah, we have the wallet and i got to punch him,” [name] shrugged, a very relaxed look on his face. “shouldn’t you be rejoicing over this right now?”

“ugh, now we have to rush off of this island, or else they’re gonna eventually catch on,” nami thought out loud, ignoring [name]’s question.

“we are pirates anyway nami, they would’ve kicked us off of the island sooner or later,” he said, bringing his arm up to rest on the wall behind her, leaning into it. he peered down at her with a grin, not at all bothered by the state they were in.

nami crossed her hands over her chest and looked to the side as she thought about how they’d even get to merry without attracting the crowd. the island was small and they were bound to bump into some civilian on the way back. noticing how lost in thought she was in, [name] sighed and pinched her side.

this made her snap her head in his direction with a glare, “are you mad at me?” he asked, making her run her hand down his face.

“what do you think, idiot?”

“no?” he wistfully asked, grinning into her palm as he felt her fight the urge to squeeze his face with all her strength.

“just shut up and let me think,” she began to trying to remember where the rest of the crew was. at least this stop was planned to be quick to begin with or else she would be fuming at [name] right now.

“c’mon, don’t be mad at me, nami,” he whined like a kid, only making her more distracted from her rational thinking.

“you’re only making me more mad,” she huffed, finally looking up at him and scowling at the face he was making. he was attempting puppy dog eyes towards her, but she just smooshed his face (again) with her hand and grabbed him by the wrist. “we have to go back and warn everyone,”

“yes, ma’am,” he obediently chimed in, walking with in a pep in step as he followed her.

their walk back included him humming his signature tune as she was trying to calm her anger towards [name] down. but as they walked back, she realized that her anger wasn’t as strong as she would have liked. she wishes that she could make [name] grovel at his feet and beg for forgiveness from her, for causing such a hinderance in their stop at this island, but the more she listened to his humming, the more her anger subsided.

annoying ass, she thought to herself, squeezing his wrist especially hard, knowing that it wouldn’t actually hurt him. he even had the audacity to giggle to himself after she had done that.

when they finally made it back to merry, she ordered him to get ready to set sail while making sure that everyone else was already on board.

“woah, nami, you look extra pissed, what’s going on?” usopp commented, lifting his goggles off of his eyes and putting down the trinket he was fiddling with.

“why don’t you ask that dumbass over there?” she sneered, making usopp shiver at the sheer annoyance in her voice. then he looked at [name], stomped over, and began stretching his cheeks.

“what did you do to make nami so mad?! y’know she’s just gonna get mad at us now!!”

“well, i didn’t make her mad on purpose!” [name] weakly defended, but usopp wasn’t having it. “some guy was being a creep so i punched him,”

nami’s eye twitched at the reminder while usopp’s soul slowly left his body.

”whatever! it doesn’t matter now! usopp, is everyone on board?!” nami said, making the sniper snap out of his stupor to quickly reply back to the enraged nami that everyone was present. “then tell them to get ready to set sail, we’re leaving now. i really don’t want to worry about a marine ship ambushing us…”

“yes, nami!!” he screamed, running off to follow her orders.

after successfully getting away from the island, [name] walked to the tangerine trees that were on top of merry and grabbed a handful from the delicate branches. as far as he knew, nami went to her cartography room to work in peace, but he wanted to extend some sort of apology to her for ruining their stop at the island.

he didn’t think it was all that big of a deal, but he could tell how annoyed she was at him. so he diligently and carefully peeled the skin away from the juicy fruit, throwing them to the garbage, and neatly plating the now naked tangerines on a nice dish.

when he got her door, he gently knocked and entered after a couple of seconds of silence. nami saw that it was him and immediately rolled her eyes, before seeing that he did not come empty handed.

“what is it?” she questioned, crossing her arms over her chest and swiveling her chair to face him. he stood in front of her, smiling gently as he presented the plate to her. she only looked up at him unimpressed.

“i wanted to say sorry, i admit that it was kind of dumb of me to cause a scene back there,” he scratched the back of his head awkwardly as he saw that she was still not impressed, “you were right about the whole thing. it was just annoying seeing his ego get stroked that high,”

she sighed, dropping her glare and grabbing the plate from him to take a slice.

“it’s whatever now, we are already on course to a nearby island where we can properly restock. it’s fine, [name],” she looked back at her sketched out maps, chewing and swallowing the tangerine with a pleasant smile on her face. “you even brought some tangerines, not that that immediately makes you not guilty, but at least you’re actually sorry.”

“of course i am, caused a lot of trouble for us and you,”

she waved her hand, “just forget about it,”

he grinned, taking a seat on the floor and leaning on one of the legs of the table, “we’ll forget about it?” he asked in a giddy tone, happy to be in her good grace’s again.

she hummed in confirmation, popping another slice in her mouth with a carefree grin. he was about to cheer at the fact, but then she cheekily added in, “for the price of 10,000 beri, i’ll even forgive you for the last time you pissed me off.”

he immediately deflated at the twist, “but i don’t even know when that was-”

“ah, ah, that’s not my problem, it’s completely optional if you even wanna pay that debt off — i’ll just add more interest the longer you don’t pay it back,”

“hey, that’s taking it too far,” he whined like a kicked puppy, but she didn’t falter.

“you wanna argue with me again?”

“don’t know it was kind of fun last time,”

“i’ll kick you,”

“that’s sanji’s forte, nami,” he teased, making her slap him upside the head. he only grinned, weakly rubbing the spot, “you love me anyway, you’d never kick me~”

there was a bout of silence and [name] almost snickered in amusement, until he felt the heel of her shoe dig into his thigh. making him yelp in pain instead of giggling.

”whatever helps you sleep at night, [name]~” she said in the same tone that he used, a mocking grin on her face as he writhed in pain.

she wasn’t actually mad at him, she also didn’t even jab her heel into his leg that hard — he was purposely exaggerating to make her laugh some more. she found it endearing, sort of, and simply watched in amusement as he whined about the “never-ending” pain in his leg.

usopp - pressure by the 1975

“you’ve seen so many faces that i’ve never seen before. i left an unrewarding message telling you to come. overdramatic, automatically assume i’ll stay the same. there’s a change in pressure. we’re never gonna lie to you. my broken veins say that if my heart stops beating, we’ll bleed the same way.”

usopp was rather intimidated by [name]. similar to how chopper is, however, usopp had never gotten over this irrational fear and intimidation, yet. but it’s not the fear of “what will [name] do to us? will he betray us?” not that kind of fear. it’s more so the fear of being replaced and the fact that [name] could easily fill his space on the ship and do so much more than usopp could.

that’s what his doubts, worried, and voices in his head say at least. put himself down and uplift [name] in the same sentence. it’s a dangerous combination.

what usopp doesn’t know is that, [name] is rather envious of the sniper. he often watches the man and feels how deeply and dearly he wishes he could live life as usopp does. there is just something so envious about how usopp lives. while the sniper may think that he lives his life in fear and in a cowardice way, [name] thinks the opposite.

usopp is very brave, in his eyes. he thinks that usopp is also really selfless. qualities that [name] wishes he had. even on top of that, there are so many ways [name] wishes he was like usopp.

it’s ironic. how usopp beats himself up and wishes he were more like [name], the man himself wishes he were more like usopp.

“don’t you think your experience out on the sea gives you an advantage?” usopp asks, his eyes blown wide as he had heard [name] sincerely confess his envious emotions to the man. he didn’t believe him. how could he? when something as outlandish as the highly wanted man, figure of power ad intimidating, says to him — usopp — how jealous he is of how he lives. it already sounds like a terrible joke and an even worse lie.

“i guess, but that’s not what i’m talking about,” [name] leans forward and points his finger into usopp’s chest, “i’ve lost my heart, usopp, that’s what i mean.”

usopp blinks a couple of times, trying to process the words, but he can’t seem to understand what [name] means. he was a kind man, [name] has shown this ever since usopp has known him. despite the hostility he faced on board merry when they all first met, there was never an ounce of that being repaid to the rest of the crew. he just took the brash attitude with a smile and nod of his head.

“i don’t think it’s entirely my fault, i guess,” [name] continues on, lifting his finger off of usopp’s chest, “environment shapes a person and all…but there was definitely a line i had crossed on my own a long time ago that makes it so you can’t turn back, y’know?” usopp doesn’t respond because he doesn’t know how to.

“usopp, you’re a kind person, very kind. and i’m jealous of how far that kindness stretches. i can only throw my emotions so far before they snap,” he laughs as if what he had said was funny, but it really was a pitiful action. he didn’t think it was funny how cold and devoid of basic human understanding he has become. he thinks its sad…

and usopp still doesn’t completely understand. if he were in [name]’s position, to be so strong and so capable on his own, he’d be the happiest and most fulfilled man alive. to usopp, the answer to all of his problems is to become stronger and stronger until he is simply the strongest. of course, he sees that as impossible. mainly due to [name]’s existence reminding him that there are stronger people out there.

which is why usopp can’t understand what [name] means.

[name], the strong and feared by many pirate, could easily have the world in the palm of his hands with the amount of power he wields. and by that logic, he should feel like he is the most accomplished man. things like emotion wouldn’t really be the biggest deal, wouldn’t it? not when you have such an influence on the people around you due to your strength, right?

“i don’t understand…” usopp says softly, still trying to really wrap his head around it, “you’re stronger than me, isn’t that more important than whatever quality i have?”

[name] laughs, this time usopp can’t tell where it stems from. pity? genuine moment of happiness? stupor?

“you’d rather be strong instead of kind? i don’t think that’s true, usopp,” [name] says, wiping a tear from his laughter from the corner of his eye, “what i had to do to reach this point, you wouldn’t want that for yourself, even if it makes you strong. i want what you have, though, genuine courage and bravery.”

usopp almost sputtered out a laugh at that, thinking that [name] was just playing a joke on him. but with how serious [name] had become, it was clear that the man was not kidding.

“i think you’re brave, usopp, it makes me jealous. i wish i had as many capabilities that you had,” [name] sighs, resting his cheek in his palm, “it’d make life simpler. i wouldn’t have to worry about such stupid things, the stuff going on up here,” he tapes the side of his temple, “they’d all disappear in a moment’s notice. i think about too much. being strong doesn’t mean all of your problems are solved, y’know?”

“i don’t believe that,” usopp says firmly, shaking his head, “if i were stronger from the get go, many things would have been different. and i don’t mean any metaphorical stuff, no, i mean if i were as physically and mentally capable as you — my life would have changed for the better!”

usopp thinks about his hometown, what he could have done for the people there if he were more mature and strong, like [name] was, if he held himself differently, all that could have changed. to think that [name] would call what strength he had a burden, or insinuate it as one, was kind of annoying. usopp would do anything to be as strong as [name].

“well, if two opposites ends of the spectrum talk about the same thing, there would obviously be differing opinions. but i truly don’t think striving for that physical strength is worth that time and effort of yours, usopp. it’s good to be strong, yeah, but…overdoing it shouldn’t be the goal,” [name] advises, “besides, i think you’re fine as you are right now.”

“but there’s so much i could improve on,” a list sprouts in usopp’s head immediately.

“you are your own worst critic, of course there is so much you think you could improve on. but by focusing so much on that, you’re not highlighting your already existing strengths,” [name] looks disappointed as he speaks, petting his hair down on usopp’s bandana, “instead of trying to mimic or compare yourself to others, your practice should be more self-centered.”

usopp was going to emphasize there was nothing particularly interesting about how he currently was, but something was telling him that [name] wouldn’t allow such a critique to slide in his presence. usopp had never been able to see such a side of [name]. it was stern and strict, kind of intimidating, but there was definitely an undertone of nothing but care in his voice. he genuinely cared about how usopp viewed himself and his “strengths.” it made usopp almost turn into mush.

to think someone as strong as [name] cared about him so deeply. in his mind, someone of his capabilities shouldn’t even worry about him. what’s the saying? no one intentionally steps on bugs, it just happens? whatever, usopp thinks to himself, not being able to come up with the exact phrasing. you get what he means! he just never thought he was capable of even crossing [name]’s mind.

but, as he had just found out, it seems [name] thinks about him quite often. it’s flattering, but usopp reminds himself to not grow an ego out of nothing.

“we stand on equal ground, at the end of the day,” [name] says, a sense of finality in his voice, “we are all here for the same one or two reasons. to see luffy become the pirate king and achieve our own personal goals. that’s what we are all here for, on merry. i feel like we always overlook that simple fact. i tend to forget sometimes, too, but ground yourself, usopp. i understand why you would want to become stronger, i really do…but like i said, you’ll only hurt yourself overdoing it,”

“also, i don’t need you to be the strongest. i just need you to be there for luffy,” [name] added in, not hesitating as he spoke, “luffy doesn’t need the absolute strongest people on his crew, he needs support and his friends. if you’re already doing that, usopp, there really isn’t much else that’s to be expected of you. that goes for all of us.”

and with a firm slap on his shoulder, [name] walks away from the conversation with nothing but hope in how he might’ve been able to change usopp’s point of view. there’s no way of knowing for sure if it was successful.

“don’t need to be the strongest?” usopp thought out loud, looking out at the sea of thinking of his original dream from when he first joined luffy’s ship. he wants to be the bravest warrior on the sea…huh, he never realized it, but the word strongest wasn’t the one he was originally thinking of when he set out to sea.

after talking to [name], in an uncharacteristically serious conversation, it felt as if there was a weight lifted off of usopp’s shoulders. the change in pressure was noticeable and usopp really did feel lighter. he didn’t expect his talk with you to play out this way, but he wasn’t complaining. it was eye opening, but not in the way he imagined. he thought that he was going to get an ugly slap of reality; someone of your prowess going to tell him the hard truth that there was no room for weak people in the world, you were going to have carry his dead weight — something like that. but it never came.

instead you simply comforted him, but still gave him a hard pill to swallow. being strong wasn’t as important as he thought it was. perhaps it was because usopp had thought himself to be weak since he was young and you — granted he didn’t know your situation perfectly, but he could assume you were strong since you were young — who had been so capable since you were young. such different experiences, which si what made him feel so much whiplash after your conversation.

but he’s thankful. because he truly does feel relief in this moment. to know you value him and see him for who he is despite his lack in physical or battle strength. he likes knowing that, enjoys knowing that he is needed despite his flaws. he never knew he’d feel such sentiments from you, but he’s glad he sought out this conversation.

he experienced a significant change in pressure and he was lighter than ever.

sanji - moonlight on the river by mac demarco

“it’s so strange, deciding how i feel about you. it ain’t like, i ain’t used to going on without you. i’m home, with moonlight on the river, saying my goodbyes.”

the sound of a lighter flicking on could be heard echoing on the empty street. sanji’s lips were pursed around his cigarette, holding it steady as his hand was cupped around the end he was trying to light. [name] was too busy watching a family of ducks swim across the river they were walking along to realize that sanji was holding the now lit cigarette for him.

“oh, thanks,” [name] said, taking it into his fingertips and helping himself to the unhealthy treat. he kept it in his fingertips for as long as possible, sadly watching as sanji took it from him after a couple of seconds.

“why’re you always pouting? it’s an annoying look,” sanji grunted, moving the cigarette to the corner of his mouth so he could properly talk.

“cause i want it and you always end up hogging it,”

“well, who’s the one buying them, dipshit,” sanji scowled, taking teh cigarette from his mouth and forcing it into [name]’s, “you and luffy really have that in common, y’know? it’s like you two were born to complain,”

[name] grinned at the mention of luffy before realizing that sanji had just insulted him, making him smack him on the back of his head, “what a polite chef you are!”

“only to the women,” sanji said with pride, a grin on his face.

the two were walking along the river, late at night, just to get a breather from merry. nami had recently complained about the smell of smoke lingering far too long for her liking, so sanji had made it a habit to smoke as often as possible not on board merry. [name] invited himself on these walks, which sanji honestly didn’t mind. the company wasn’t actually that annoying and it was comforting, he guesses.

[name] and him would walk along through the town, making it back to merry in an hour or two and get a good night’s rest. sometimes, they’d even shower at the same time to speed up the process, but that’s a story for another time.

“do you like the taste of it?” sanji asked, breaking the silence. he watched carefully as [name] inhaled and blew out the smoke, the man turning to look at sanji in confusion, “the cigarette - do you like the taste of it?”

“what an odd question,” [name] said with his head slightly tilted.

“you have one of the most sensitive tongues on merry, it was just out of curiosity,” sanji noted, pointing out an obvious fact and why he drew that connection in the first place. this made the other make a sound of realization and nod his head in understanding.

“oh, well, not really? but also i don’t mind it…it’s not the worst thing i’ve ever had,” [name] said with a grin, taking another drag before flicking off the ash that built up at the tip.

“yeah, you and your hatred for sweets is a real pain,” sanji swiped the cigarette, “everyone else likes them and i got to prepare you your own batch,”

sanji didn’t really find it annoying or bothersome, truthfully. if anything, he found it quite exciting. challenging his knowledge on what would be palatable on someone that was picky on stuff like desserts, it was fun. getting to create new recipe and have the perfect tester there to show whether or not the bitter food was good or not.

but sanji would rather drop dead than admit any of that out loud. [name] didn’t need to know all those embarrassing things.

“you never have to, y’know? i can live without those dishes,” [name] said in a carefree manner. that made an angry tick mark appear on sanji’s forehead.

“oh, so your saying that my efforts are wasted? you’re gonna insult me, as a chef, just like that? don’t piss me off,” sanji sneered, covering up his true thoughts with outward hostility instead.

“haha, sorry, sorry,” [name] said waving his hand, obviously not taking sanji’s threats or tone of voice serious as he had a cheerful look on his face.

“why do you hate them so much? i mean, you practically vomited that one time you accidentally ate one,” sanji mumbled, more-so thinking out loud than actually looking for an answer, “luffy even knew about it, and if that idiot knows something is important enough to actually stick, then it must be something you’ve always disliked as a kid,”

there was silence as [name] took the cigarette from sanji and kept a hold on it, “hm, yeah, i guess i’ve always just hated sweets as a kid and i never grew out of it. it just isn’t my cup of tea,” a tight smile was on his face as he explained, “but if that’s the only thing left to eat and i’m starving, i’ll force it down! i also hate wasting food,”

slightly shocked at the confession, sanji peeked a look at [name] from the side, shaking his head in disbelief at how carefree [name] was talking about something so personal, and seemingly, sensitive.

“you won’t go starving anytime soon,” sanji spoke after a couple moments of silence, “somehow you manage to get your fill in with our captain’s big appetite, so i think you’ll really be fine,”

“if you think so,” [name] shrugged, still holding the cigarette between his long fingers. “i just don’t like them at all, the after affects of being hyper and all that, too. i don’t need that type of high-alert energy, y’know?”

the chef supposed he could understand. well, personally, he didn’t mind sweets and definitely wouldn’t turn down a perfectly fine dish simply because it was sweet. but he understands preferences, he was a chef at a restaurant where he got to see all different people walk through the doors.

sanji didn’t mind catering to [name]’s unique tastebuds, as he’s mentioned before.

another bout of silence washed over the two. another cigarette was bumped out of the carton, this time, [name] taking it to light. sanji held the lighter to the tip, watching carefully to see when he could pull away. his head was craned upwards to look at the cigarette hanging off of [name]’s lips.

“what about that tattoo on your back? where’s that from?”

[name] blinked at the question, smiling softly, “you’re awfully talkative tonight,” just as sanji was about to snap at him for saying something like that, he added in, “it’s nice, i like getting to talk on these walks of ours. feels real special.” a cloud of smoke followed his explanation and sanji ducked his head down to hide facial expression.

“i got it a long time ago, just when i was a teenager,” [name] mulled in thought, trying to recall the memory, “i got it a couple islands over from me and luffy’s home. they’re supposed to symbolize freedom…it sounds silly, but i really do believe that wings are what bring us freedom,” [name] looked up at the sky and smiled, “closer to up there is closer to freedom, i guess.”

“what? like some god?”

[name] scoffed, shaking his head, “hell no, just to the ones that watch over us, i guess. those you hold dear that…” his voice trailed off and he cleared his throat to stop himself from saying anymore.

sanji took in his words in silence.

“you get closer to them, you get closer to showing them how much you’ve accomplished. i don’t know, it’s nice to think about, and guides morals, i guess,” sanji remained silent the entire time, looking up at the sky with a conflicted expression.

the moon was shining bright on the both of them, refracting from every surface of the water and lighting up the area around them.

“that’s your idea of freedom?” sanji asked, pointing a lazy finger at the sky.

“i guess, i don’t really know. it could just be that i like the way it sounds,” [name] grinned, feeling mischievous as he spoke.

sanji made a sound that showed he was irked, unable to believe that the man who said something so sentimental was just as childish.

“what about you sanji? your idea of freedom?” [name] asked, taking the cigarette in his fingertips.

“i don’t know, i don’t think about that stuff half as much as you or luffy do,” sanji shrugged, “i don’t think my freedom will be compromised anytime soon, so it’s not something i have to worry about in keeping secure.”

[name] hummed in understanding. more silence before he spoke again, “and what about the ones you care about, what about their freedom?”

“if you’re talking about the crew, that’s a dumb question. do you really doubt everyone that much? think that they can’t protect themselves and their own freedom? their own dreams?” sanji was obviously defensive, an offended look on his face as he surveyed [name].

“no, it’s not like that,” [name] interjected, “you just don’t think about others that much?”

“don’t make it sound like i’m a selfish prick because i’m not,” sanji huffs, getting annoying with [name]’s wording and whatever his intentions were.

“i’m not saying that either. just because you think more about yourself than others doesn’t mean you’re a selfish prick. it was just a question, sanji,” [name] calmly responded, finding no reason to get angry with sanji for his attitude.

the two were capable of having a conversation without yelling directly at each other, shocker.

“it’s good to know what you want, it’s good to think about that — self-reflection or something,” [name] said, as calm as he was before, “it’s good to know how far you’re willing to go, to step up when the time comes. you know what i mean?”

sanji rolled his eyes, finding [name]’s tone aggravating, but decided not to comment on it. instead he snatched his cigarette back, “this type of conversation doesn’t suit a guy like you, it’s way too serious and complex,”

“i’m the one who initiated it, give me some more credit,” [name] whined, slapping sanji’s back as a means of defending himself, “i’m not an idiot.”

“really?” sanji deadpanned, almost laughing at the way [name] glared at him with such venom.

“what?! hey, i was the one trying to have a mature conversation with you and you’re the one who blew up on me, so who’s the more immature one,” [name] called out, pulling the bottom of his eyelid down in a taunting manner.

“i’m not immature, you were just asking some real dumb questions! of course i think about how to protect the crew if the time ever comes, but i don’t ever doubt them! isn’t that obvious? haven’t we sailed together long enough for this to be obvious to you?” sanji questioned, tone sharp as it was now his turn to interrogate [name].

the taller man hummed, “i suppose you’re right, i don’t know why i doubted you.”

“shit for brains,”

“thanks for being so reliable, sanji,” [name] smiled, throwing an arm around sanji’s shoulder with a wide grin on his face, “i know i can trust you. you know that, right?”

“whatever,” sanji said, uncharacteristically quiet as his shoulders and head slumped downward, hiding his facial expressions from [name].

“i mean it! you’re the strongest on merry, of course after me, oh and after luffy…hm, and i guess after zoro!” [name] said that last part in a rush, knowing it’d cause sanji to run after him in a fury. but before he detached himself from sanji’s side, he took the cigarette from him and pushed it to the corner of his mouth.

sanji processed his words, watching as [name] was running off in the direction of merry. then it clicked and he was fuming. his eyebrow became slanted as he pointed a finger at [name]’s running figure, “oi! come back here you dipshit! i’ll kick some manners into you! fucking imbecile!”

[name]’s laughter echoed in the air, along with sanji’s shouts of fury. the trail of smoke coming from the cigarette in the h/c haired man’s mouth disappearing into the night as sanji continued chasing [name] until they arrived on merry.

the blonde watched as [name] jumped onto the ship with easy, throwing the cigarette into the ocean, and teasing him once more by sticking his tongue out. then he was disappearing on deck, probably to the bathroom to shower before bed.

and sanji was breathing heavily as he watched, still on the ground and not on the ship. and he sighed to himself, putting a hand to his chest to calm his breathing. as well as racing heart. the other hand went up to his face, covering half of it as he mentally scolded himself to calm down.

god, [name] really did exhaust the hell out of sanji. in more ways than one.

tony tony chopper - forrest gump by frank ocean

“you run my mind, boy. running on my mind, boy. forrest gump. i know you, forrest. i know you wouldn’t hurt a beetle. but you’re so buff and so strong. i’m nervous, forrest. // forrest green, forrest blues. i’m remembering you. if this is love, i know it’s true. i won’t forget you. it’s for you, forrest. it’s for you forrest. forrest gump.”

chopper idolized [name], to put it very simply. from their first meeting, [name] had made a strong impression on the boy. first off, he knew he was a reindeer and correctly addressed him, which chopper learned would be a rare occurence since people seemed to think he was some sort of raccoon dog…

and ever since that moment, [name] had only shown chopper how strong and capable he was. sometimes, it makes the doctor feel inferior and not an adequate member of the straw hats because of the strength difference, but those feelings were truly rare. because [name] made sure to treat chopper as an equal as well as a friend, not someone beneath him.

chopper was currently lounging on the railway of merry, near the back of the ship and simply enjoying the breeze. it was a nice day outside and the smell of the sea was something he could never get tired of.

“chopper? what’re you doing?” [name] voice made chopper lift his head from the planks and offer a cheesy grin.

“just relaxing,” [name] smiled at the response, plopping down next to chopper and spreading his long limbs out as he sighed in content.

“do you mind if i join you?”

chopper shook his head, a smile on his face as he watched [name] visibly relax and get comfortable next to him.

“the sun’s not bothering you? it’s pretty hot, y’know,” [name] commented, waving his hand to fan the reindeer, who merely shook his head.

“nope, cause the sea breeze is cooling me off,” chopper explained, making [name] hum in understanding. chopper watched as [name] flapped the bottom of his shirt up and down to allow more air flow, showing that he was affected by the heat.

chopper remained silent, eyebrows furrowing ever so slightly before he decided to not ask the question that was on his mind. as a doctor, he had a hunch as to why [name] was so sensitive to hot and cold weather, especially since their first meeting on drum island. but it was just speculation and theory. he never got a clear answer from [name]. but, then again, chopper never asked.

honestly, he was very curious about [name]. he was like a medical anomaly. dr. kureha and him were probably the only people that knew about how strange his existence was. well, chopper definitely was way more shocked about his being, but dr. kureha simply shrugged it off. this made chopper believe [name]’s case wasn’t all that crazy…

but the more he thinks about it, the more it pesters him. how is something like that even possible?

just as he was drowning in his thoughts, there was a sudden pressure against his nose. he blinks, eyes zoning in on the finger that was pressing against him. he looks up, finding a grinning [name] already staring at him.

“what were you thinking about? i could practically see steam coming from your head, chopper,” his own observation made him chuckle and chopper smiled sheepishly at being caught.

“nothing,” chopper clears his throat a couple of times before speaking again, “say, [name]?” a hum from the man he was addressing, “you’ve been a pirate for a long time right?”

e/c eyes stray away and stare out at the sea before he nods in confirmation.

“then, have you ever met anyone stronger than you? what was the craziest thing you’ve ever seen?”

[name] chuckles at the question, pursing his lips, “what’s up with everyone wondering about strong people and things? i swear, you and usopp are obsessed with that type of stuff,” it wasn’t a mean comment, the fond smile on [name]’s face made that obvious, but chopper still felt his face get warm in embarrassment.

“ever since we’ve left my island, i feel like we haven’t met anyone that exceeded you. that’s why i was wondering if before you joined luffy’s crew you had a run in with someone stronger than you,” chopper explained, feeling shy. “even in alabasta, you didn’t have a lot of trouble with the people we were facing…i didn’t see any fights! but, everyone was so badly injured, and then you were only injured because of the whole falling out of the sky thing,”

[name] laughs at the memory, scratching his neck, “that’s true, i guess. but to answer your question, there are many physically stronger people than me, without a doubt. but i still think i’m the strongest,” he’s confident and chopper can tell the man truly does believe that. it’s obvious in the way he speaks and carries himself. but what he just said was directly contradictory, wasn’t it?

“the craziest thing i’d ever seen…” [name] thinks out loud, making chopper look at him in wonder, “a guy that could control everything in a certain radius! he was a doctor like you, actually. when i first met him, it was kind of scary,”

“woah!!” chopper’s eyes immediately sprouted stars and [name] almost cooed at the sight. sometimes the man forgets how unique his experiences are, especially to someone like chopper. someone that had known only his island and that was it. “did you guys fight?! was he also another pirate?!”

“he’s another pirate, yeah, but…well, i don’t think you can call what happened fighting since i beat him up!” [name] flashed his widest grin at chopper and threw up a thumbs up.

“so cool!!!” chopper exclaimed, clapping his hands.

“i have a lot of stories, if you want to hear them?” [name] offers, stretching his long limbs out and letting out a groan at the relief.

“how about fights and stuff? i wanna see you fight some day!” the stars in chopper’s eyes seemed as if they were going to never go away as he giddily spoke to [name].

“i don’t know…most of them are really lack luster,” [name] sweatdrops, watching as chopper visibly deflates, “but that’s only because i beat everyone before they even had a chance,” and he was back to having stars in his eyes.

“woah!! so cool!!” chopper’s hooves were glasped together as he eagerly waiting for more stories.

“by the time luffy becomes pirate king, chopper, you’re going to have so many more stories than i do,” [name] comments fondly, “i never got to properly thank you, i think,”

“what for?”

“for not telling anyone about,” [name] gestures to his scars, a grin on his face despite the sad reality of his appearance, “i appreciate it,”

chopper only nodded, remembering the first time him and dr. kureha discovered the markings as well as their origins…or at least their theories on where they had come from.

”were you scared when you saw them? why do you look so scared now?”

the poor reindeer flinched at the question causing [name] to start laughing at the reaction. chopper flailed in explaining himself, not wanting to offend the man, “no, i was just, just remembering! the first time i saw them! and no, i wasn’t scared! there was no reason to be scared,” chopper’s voice trailed off as he realized that [name] was only teasing him earlier, looking off to the side to avert his eyes.

“if you say so,” [name] continues on teasing, poking the reindeer’s blue nose to which chopper smacks his hand away.

“me and dr. kureha were studying them,” chopper murmurs, “whoever had done the stitches, considering how miniscule they are, obviously did a good job. but…how were they even able to get the me-”

“pft, that’s not important,” [name] says with a carefree smile, waving his hand, “well, you’re right, the person who did them was a reaaalll professional, but i don’t think it’s important in explaining how or why,”

“was it the pirate you mentioned earlier that did them?” chopper curiously asked.

“definitely not,” [name] laughed, trying to imagine his friend being the one to give him those scars, “no, i’ve had these for a long time, chopper. which is why it’s not really relevant to me in talking about them. it doesn’t matter to me anymore, but i still don’t want people knowing so — shhh!”

chopper blinks a couple of time before nodding his head, “i’ll keep it a secret, [name],”

“thanks, chopper, i know i can trust you,” as [name] reaches out to pat chopper on his furry back, the light hit his silver necklace so perfectly that it made chopper cover his eyes to hide from the shine. that was also a big deal to [name] back then, but it was something that probably had heavy sentimental meaning.

either way, chopper was going to keep everything [name] had just told him a secret.

seeing the pleased and relaxed expression on [name]’s face, chopper was glad to know he had some sort of impact on him. it made him especially happy to know it caused a positive reaction from [name]. for how much the man does for the crew and chopper, such as dealing with his “scaredy cat” antics, the reindeer was happy to somewhat return the favor — even if it was miniscule.

meanwhile, in the back of [name]’s mind, he couldn’t help but feel a dark looming feeling only grow larger. he fought back the urge to frown, reminding himself on how understanding and sweet chopper was for keeping his secret safe. but, deep down, he was plagued with the truth and it stressed him to no end to think about the one day his secrets would have to be laid out for all the other straw hats to know too. even now, chopper didn’t even know the full truth and it was already stressing him out.

but, [name] would deal with that when the time came for it. right now, he was just happy to be looking out at the sea with his dear crew mate next to him.

nico robin - wurli by dominic fike

“stepping outside for you, then i put links on both wrists cause you got control over me. and you got jokes like you don’t need love, baby. we don’t need long. just follow my lead for once. i can never make up for the time. i’m gone make the wait all worth the ride.”

robin found [name] to be an interesting person to study.

a couple of years younger than her, a significant amount, actually, and still holding onto such a heavy weight of trauma and relatability to her. she smiles softly each time she thinks about him for too long. it’s a sad smile. on one hand, she’s happy that there could possibly be someone in her presence that could understand where she comes from as well as understanding her secrets.

but it pains her to know that someone so similar, with such similarly lived experiences, is beside her side. she wouldn’t wish a fraction of her life onto anyone else, to know that [name] undoubtedly had more than a fraction of it was heart breaking.

to many people’s surprise, nico robin is an extremely sentimental and emotional person. she has just simply forced herself to suppress those attributes of herself due to the world she lives in. but she knows herself, she knows that one of her weak point could be her emotional side.

he’s a grown man, she tells herself, to prevent herself from pitying the man too much, especially because she knows he would not appreciate a feeling of pity from anyone.

“do you want a cup of coffee, robin?” his soothing voice breaks her out of her daydreaming, collecting herself fast enough that she is able to answer with a quick nod and soft thank you. “no problem~”

she watches him expertly maneuver through the kitchen, an obvious sense of comfortability around him as he does.

what robin doesn’t know is that in the same way she finds [name] interesting to study, he feels an immense sense of wonderment and curiosity for the older woman. he knows that behind luffy, she is the only crew member that knows the most about him — beyond the headlines and bounty on his head. the other straw hats had their first impressions of him already set in stone, and he can’t blame them for that, but robin is different.

she had undoubtedly knows more than she currently lets on. only hinting to it briefly before, as far as [name] can recall.

he wonders if she has the wrong idea about him. but then he thinks of her situation and finds it hard to believe she would believe only surface level information about him. he has more faith in her than that. frankly, he’s curious enough to ask her. but he’s too scared.

genuinely terrified to know what it is that she knows, how much of his past does she know and have full capabilities of telling others about. not that she would, but naturally [name] doesn’t like not being in control of what others know about him. he often thinks if its worth it to take that risk and just ask her, he’d probably get the answer he wants.

but, wouldn’t that just be awkward?

he shakes his head as he pours the water over the ground up coffee beans, stealing a couple of whole beans from the bag to his right and chewing on them, deep in thought. he carefully carries the two tea cups to the kitchen table, taking a comfortable seat across from her and sipping his beverage.

“what are you thinking about, [name]?”

“i don’t know,” he answers semi-honestly. he can’t actually tell her where his mind wanders, but what he was thinking about…he couldn’t even collect his thoughts properly.

she only hummed, leaving them to sit in silence. but then out of nowhere, [name] slammed his head onto the table and let out a loud groan. she blinked in shock, poking his shoulder several times across the table.

“are you alright, orphan-san?”

“don’t call me that,” he mutters against the table. “that just doesn’t even sound morally right,”

she laughed behind her hand, apologizing quickly, “well, the government was never one to give morally correct names to wanted pirates,”

“yeah, i’m familiar,” he sighs, running a hand through his hair, “devil’s child, cursed orphan…it’s all such a shit show over there,”

robin isn’t surprised when he brings up her own epithet, “after hearing my name, you knew right away, huh?”

he thinks back to after they had left alabasta, the moment of realization, and nods in confirmation. a name was all he needed to know the woman’s entire history. he frowned, remembering exactly what it was.

“yeah, we’re the same,” he says with zero hesitation. “robin, we have the same enemy, y’know?” she hums and nods, unsure of the direction he was taking the conversation, “so, you know you’re not alone in this.”

she paused, sipping her coffee to avoid looking at him. because if she, she knew his e/c eyes would be expectantly peering at her and waiting for some form of agreement. truthfully, she didn’t want to make some sort of known “alliance” with [name] on where they stood on their shared enemy.

she’d rather not involve him. even if it were partially true.

”i sailed alone on the seas for a long time, both recently and a while ago,” he continued on, leaning into his chair and looking up at the ceiling, “being alone is more painful than getting hurt, luffy said that to me once. and for once that idiot was right about something. that’s why i’m trying to tell you now that that’s not your case.”

“i appreciate the sentimen-”

“i don’t want to get too emotional and dig too deep on stuff about this, though. i think just saying it is enough, if you ever had doubts, y’know?” he suddenly stands up, an embarrassed look on his face, “this is definitely not my style, blegh, i hate getting sentimental out of nowhere,” he hunches his shoulders, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he digests the situation he had just created.

she watches as he chugs the rest of his coffee down, places the empty cup into the sink, and easily walks out of the room. the kitchen door is softly shut behind him and robin is now left in silent stupor by herself.

she glances at the dark cup of coffee in front of her, smiling softly as she thinks about the man.

“he really is an enigma,” she muses to herself, finishing the last drops by herself, “knowing everything about him is like knowing nothing,”

[name] was on the forefront of her mind the rest of the day, studying him and the behaviors he had shown her the entire time they had been acquainted. he had turned what would have been a soppy, probably emotional conversation, into a curt and brisk one-sided pep talk. regardless, she still had much to think about how he interacted with the others on the crew. what his dynamic was with everyone. and the state of their relationship, even though they had only recently juts met…robin feels a strong connection with him.

he really was interesting to study.

ace - dress by taylor swift

“our secrets moments in a crowded room, they got no idea about me and you. there is an indentation in the shape of you, made your mark on me — a golden tattoo. pining and anticipation, my hands are shaking from holding back from you. all of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting, my hands are shaking from all this. say my name and everything just stops. i don’t want you like a best friend. only bought this suit so you could take it off. take it off. carve your name into my bedpost because i don’t want you like a best friend. // and i woke up just in time, now i wake up by your side. my one and only, my lifeline.”

“ace! c’mere,” [name] called out, making the ravenette’s head snap up and look for the man calling him. he briefly apologized to usopp, who was showing him a contraption he made, and then walked off in the direction of where the sound came from. usopp and chopper watched as ace was eagerly walking away, shrugging their shoulders at the man’s rush.

“[name]? where are yo-”

suddenly, a hang was coming out from around the corner and yanking ace by strands of his hat and into a soft embrace.

“wanna show you merry,” [name] whispered, smiling softly as he felt how warm ace was in his arms. “were you doing something important?”

“no,” ace answered instantly, looking up at [name] and taking off his hat. it was placed back onto [name]’s head and the two were walking through the ship, [name] leading.

their arms were looped with one another to stay close, and because [name] found the warmth from ace so comforting, and soon small talk spurred alive between the two.

“how is everyone treating you?” ace asked first, smirking as he watched [name]’s expression, “they’re all being good to you?”

the man rolled his eyes and shot ace a deadpan look, “why are you acting as if i am a kid and that they’re the scum of the earth? obviously everything is going fine, we’re a crew, ace,”

“sorry, can’t help but worry sometimes,” ace shrugged, tone light and teasing. “gotta look out for you when i can,”

“who said you had to do that?”

“i did, it’s my duty,”

“your duty is to keep yourself out of your own trouble, not worry about others. worrying about others like you do is gonna get you killed,” [name] advised, squeezing ace’s arm against his body and turning them into the dormitories. “well, i guess i’m a hypocrite — i worry about you a lot too,”

“you’re not gonna ask if my crew is treating me well though? that stings, [name],” ace fake winces, taking a seat into a hammock and letting it rock him back and forth.

“shut up,” [name] smirks, pushing ace down and climbing in next to him. ace tries his best to relax, not wanting to show that he was obviously freaking out at [name]’s actions. the h/c-haired man is none the wiser, simply getting comfortable against ace’s chest and hugging him tight.

“i missed you a lot, ace,” [name] speaks softly, like a whisper, “you fucking idiot, you should’ve just swallowed your pride and joined luffy’s crew,”

“or, you should’ve been smarter and joined the whitebeard pirates,” ace countered, resting his hand on top of [name]’s head.

“and leave the pirate king’s crew? don’t be dumb,” [name] shoots back, faithful to the idea of luffy being the pirate king.

ace can only scoff, a lazy smirk on his face. luffy, that brat, had truly shook their childhood selves when he declared what his dreams were as well as so confidently saying that he was going to be the king of pirates. and ace couldn’t believe that [name] so easily threw himself into luffy’s arms and crew, even when they were children.

ace envies luffy in that aspect, he supposes. how he was so capable of swaying [name]. if only ace had that ability, he’d have used it for his selfish leverage at this point. especially with [name] in his arms like this. if he had a fraction of an influence that luffy had, ace would have offered once again for [name] to join his side forever.

but knowing how devoted to luffy [name] was, ace knew it was useless.

so he’ll just cherish this moment now.

“ugh, i’m hot,” [name] groaned, sitting upright and throwing off the shirt that he was wearing. cuddling up next to a human oven was not for the weak!

ace watches with practical hearts in his eyes as he watches [name] move so fluidly in discarding his layers. then his hands reach out and lift the bottom of [name]’s shirt for him, the fabric falling from his fingers the second they weigh into his hand.

“thanks, ace,”

the ravenette can only hum in acknowledgement. he bites his lip, forcing himself into silence to not ruin the moment, and shuffles his body over to accommodate [name] by his side.

the taller man so easily fit into his side. despite the obvious size difference, but neither of them minded.

then ace’s thoughts began trailing off. he can’t help but think about if things were different. his mind often went to that when it was silent. how the present would be if it were ace in the forefront of [name]’s mind, instead of god knows what. he yearns to know what the man truly thinks of him.

he wonders what would [name] think of him he had found out that his name was etched into his skin.

he doesn’t blame anyone for not really noticing the ink. it was on his back and was miniscule in comparison to his whitebeard tattoo. on the backside of where his heart would be, permanently tattooed into his skin is the other man’s name. ace had gotten it as one of his first tattoos, actually, much before he got the whitebeard one.

he was pretty worried that the jolly roger would cover it, but after the artist on the no-name island assured him it wouldn’t, he relaxed. and to this day, the ink remains strong and bold, hardly faded with the time that had passed.

and despite it being small and barely noticeable, ace simply knowing that it’s there is more than enough for him.

ace wonders how [name] would react if he saw it. if he saw for himself how far ace is willing to go to prove his devotion and love for the man. he’d get his name tattooed and so much more, in a moment’s notice with no doubts.

ace was a loyal and devoted man. this [name] knew, but he didn’t truly know the full extent. the freckled man smiles to himself as he thinks about how [name] would react.

he shivers as he remembers the feeling of the needle etching the name permanently into his skin. it stung, but after a certain amount of time, it became a dull, vibrating sensation. he squeezes you close to him as he thinks about it, wishing he had had you there with him in that moment.

“[name]?” he drawls out his name, as if that’ll make the moment between them last longer.

“ace?” he mimics it easily, making ace smile at his behavior. he really hadn’t changed all that much from when they were younger…

“would you consider getting a tattoo for me?” he asks, the question slipping past his lips in a rather meek tone.

there is a hum to show that [name] was thinking before the man finally announces, “i would, i definitely would,”

ace thinks of the tattoo that [name] already had, the one he had seen for himself again when the man discarded his shirt. the expansive wings that were tattooed into his beautiful s/c skin. ace’s finger began dancing on the outline of them, a soft smile on his face as he remembers their meaning.

”what would get for me? something as big as this one?”

[name] weakly slaps his hand into ace’s chest, “don’t say that, don’t be dumb,”

“what? it was just a question,” ace weakly defends himself, but he understands where [name] was coming from. he’d be the only one that did, to be honest, and maybe luffy — if they’re trusting that the younger one wasn’t as emotionally constipated as they thought. “but, what would you get for me?”

“i don’t know, i haven’t thought about it,” he answers honestly, making ace pout at the lack luster answer.

“not even a little bit?”

“i don’t want to get a tattoo for you for a long time, ace. ideally, never,” ace was about to question why, feeling somewhat offended, but catching the distraught look on [name]’s face he bites his tongue. it doesn’t take him long to realize why [name] had said that. silently, he holds [name] close and hugs him. “i never want to get something like this for you,”

“it doesn’t have to be something like that-”

“why would i need a tattoo of you when i know i’ll see you again then?” [name] cuts him off, holding ace tight to his person, scared he’ll slip away, “i know i don’t have to, but the association of it is too much for me…i don’t want to think of it like that, but i can’t help it. i’ll only get a tattoo for you if you die, but that won’t happen for a long time, so just drop it.”

that leaves a long silence hanging in the air.

“you’re right, i won’t die for a long time,” ace finalizes, smiling softly at the way [name] was so easily turned into a vulnerable state of a man. not because he enjoyed the sight of it, per say, but found it heart warming to know he could invoke such an emotion in him. he was stupid for assuming he couldn’t, but insecurities are insecurities for a reason. not insecure of who they were referring to, but rather of luffy. insecure of how much that boy with the straw hat could alter [name]’s emotions and well-being. to know he had that same affect on [name] made his chest bloom with a raging warmth.

“i know you won’t, which is why i won’t think about it for a long time,” it sounds like that’s the final end to their conversation and ace is almost ready to leave it as it is. but leaving it on such a sour note leaves a bad taste in his mouth.

so he says in a light tone, “get a spade for me, right above your heart. that’s all i want,”

another slap to his bare chest is shamelessly delivered to ace and he takes it, this time with a hearty laugh.

“don’t talk about it anymore, okay? i’m serious.” [name] weakly scolds, resting his palm on ace’s heart and trying to immortalize the feeling of his heart pumping against his hand.

at the feeling of his large hand resting on his skin, ace remembers just how badly he had missed this. just being close to each other and being able to just touch each other. being so far apart took a bigger toll on him than he imagined.

“what about you? want me to get another tattoo for you?” ace asks, curious to hear what [name] had to say.

“hm, i don’t know, what would you have had in mind if you did?” now it was [name]’s turn to have his fingers dance on the ink of ace’s skin, “i really like this one already,” ace can feel the smile on [name]’s face grow in size, “i really do,”

“i’m glad,” ace comments, “i got it for you after all, it would suck if you didn’t like it.”

another slap to his chest.

“as for another one…” [name] goes silent, trying to think, “wouldn’t you just get my name? i mean, that’s the only one other thing you could get for me,”

ace blinks, wondering how [name] could so easily read him.

“really, you think so? that’s a pretty big commitment,” ace comments, trying to play it off casually and not show that he was freaking out very hard on the inside. [name] had so easily predicted him! but, at least the man didn’t know that it was a reality…

“i know, but that’s the thing with you — you’re completely committed and loyal. i think you’re definitely the type to just get my name,” [name] grins up at him, teasing him by rufflinf his hair.

“oh, shut up,” ace defends himself, smooshing [name]’s face far away, “i’d never get something as cheesy as that,”

“i never said you would, i was just predicting!!” he puts his hands up in surrender, making ace sigh and release the palm he was resting on his face. “who knows, maybe next time we see each other you’re gonna have my name tattooed on your forehead because you love me that much!”

it was an obvious tease, but it got ace incredibly flustered. he sighed, looking off to the side, trying to hide his blush and be stubbornly in denial of how accurate [name]’s prediction were.

“well, i like this one you have for now and i think it’s perfect,” [name] says, lifting ace’s spirits one last time and tapping the skin before getting out of the hammock and grabbing his shirt off of the floor. “let’s go back up, the crew might have discovered something,”

“you don’t wanna stay here longer with me?” ace whines, half joking and half serious. he wishes he could stay here forever. just with [name].

[name] smiles softly, shaking his head and watching as the ravenette reluctantly gets out of his resting position.

“whatever, next time you owe me a proper nap,” ace grumbled, stretching and walking out of the dormitory area.

“yeah, when’s next time?”

“i don’t know, but i guess on my pop’s ship. i’ll bring you to meet the family, then,” ace shrugs as if it’s no big deal, but deep down he’s eager to have the most important person in his life ([name], if it wasn't obvious) meet his found family.

“i’ll look forward to it,” [name] says sincerely, smiling as he looks at the tattoo on ace’s back. he’d be more than honored to meet them, meet the people that had given ace hope in having a shot in the world — for people to take him seriously.

if he had just shifted his e/c more downwards, he would have seen the commemorative tattoo of the person that had singlehandedly given ace’s life meaning. an etching of ink that was more powerful and sentimental than [name] would have probably realized.

after all, [name] was the first only and only person to make ace realize his life wasn’t completely worthless and that there was hope for him. but that’s a story for another time.

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[ .ᐟ ]  if there are any typos, ignore for now. it is 5:55 am (omg coincidence) as im posting this and i plan on knocking out immediatley after i hit publish <3 i will fix any major mistakes hwne i wake up I HOPE U ENJOYED EVERYONE OKKKK BYE (im going to update very very very very soon btw <3) (and i actually mean it by very soon) (porbably tomorrow / technically today) 

[deathbxnny]

Alright! Here it is!

Can i request the Hashiras (Kyojuro, Giyuu, and Sanemi) reacting to their s/o reader giving him a lock of their hair to him? Historically, giving a lock of one's hair to someone has been considered a sign of love and devotion, especially before an impending parting. So what if the reader is giving their lock of hair bc they know their lover will be on a particular long mission.

I hope this is a good request to start of your return. Also yeah, i’ve been doing well! Although i cant lie im not worried on some stuff (Chainsaw man’s new chapters worries me, also did you know that Reze’s arc will get a movie and idk if im ready for the heartbreak T.T)

But regardless of that, hope you have a good day/night though!

- Flower Anon 🌸

Hello there, Flower Anon! Thank you for your cute request, I love it so much! And yeah, I'm getting very worried over Dennis myself and have heard about the movie. I'm actually a manga only reader for CSM and will probably not watch it, because the heartbreak was bad the first time, but it's cool to hear about! Also, I'm glad you're doing well otherwise and hope you'll like this!<33

Content: Small angst, fluff, Reader is not a demon slayer, established relationship, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

☆Rengoku Kyojuro☆

Kyojuro, despite his passion for his work, hated leaving you behind for longer missions. He knew it hurted you more than any wound could ever hurt him and yet, the call of a crow meant his next departure was near. He tried dragging it out for as long as he could, showering you in affection and making sure you're well taken care of whilst he's gone. But eventually, you two found yourself standing at the estate's gates together once more.

He frowned at your teary gaze, when you suddenly held out something to him. "Oh!" He blinked, noting with ease that it was a lock of your hair, wrapped in a red ribbon. He chuckled, as he grabbed it carefully and made sure you saw the way he pinned it to the inside of his haori, right over his heart. He felt an even stronger fire burn through him, his heart full and heavy with his love for you. It was the first time, he ever considered abandoning his duties just to stay with you for a while longer.

But the impatient call of a crow made him refrain only barely and sigh. He put on a wide smile, a kiss pressed to your lips, before he finally turned and began leaving. He waved to you, the sun setting and making his bright eyes shine for you.

"Thank you for this beautiful gift, my love! I'm bound to come home even faster now, with you even close to my heart!"

☆Tomioka Giyuu☆

Giyuu sighed to himself in defeat, when the crow told him about his next mission. He didn't want to leave the peace he had for the last three weeks with you. But duty calls, despite him wishing it would just stop already. He moved slowly, his hands calmly fastening his Nichirin swords to his waist, dark blue eyes meeting your solemn and sad one's. He knew, that you didn't want him to leave either.

You got closer to him then, your hands replacing his, as you began helping him. It's what you often did before his departures, a way of spending time with him for one last time, just in case it took longer than it should. It was a grim reality you two didn't like facing, but reality kept you from getting too far away.

Giyuu's eyes widened ever so slightly when you suddenly tied a small charm to one of his swords. But on further inspection, he realised that a lock of your hair was attached to it. He looked up at you, but you didn't meet his gaze, perhaps out of fear of crying the moment you did.

His hand grasped yours once you were done, his lips pressing against them in a silent thank you. His heart warmed at your gesture, despite him not fully showing it. There was hesitation in the way he let go of you afterwards, but the soft words he spoke, before departing at last, said enough, even if not alot.

"I'll return to you."

☆Shinazugawa Sanemi☆

Sanemi was in a frustrated hurry to get ready, his hands quick to grab all necessary gear and clothing items for his immideate need to leave. There was an emergency mission in a far away village and he had to be there, much to his secret dismay. He had just come back from a longer mission two weeks ago and now he's forced to leave you again? He hated it, you ofcourse did as well, despite never voicing it.

He hissed out a string of curses, when he couldn't find his Haori, until you suddenly appeared next to him with it in hand. He gave you a thankful nod, as you helped him put it on, but also slipped something into his hand, whilst he finally left in a hurry, which he shoved into his pocket quickly. Thankfully he was able to steal a kiss on his way out, secretly noting to spoil you once back ofcourse.

He only looked at what you gave him, when he finally had the time to take a break. His hand reached into his Haori, humming in confusion at the sight of a silver locket. Carefully opening it, he froze when he saw a lock of your hair. Scarred fingers carefully reached to brush against it, before he sighed and shook his head.

He missed you.

Getting up, he felt restless and frustrated again, as he gathered up his things once more. He needed to get this mission over with. He can take a break, once he's in your arms again. Pushing the locket back into his pocket, he continued on his way, motivated for his need for you.

"I'm going to personally send that damned demon back to hell for you, I swear it..."

Thank you again for the great request, Flower Anon! I absolutely loved writing this and hope you enjoyed it too!<33

[yulixi]

Ｔｏｇｅｔｈｅｒ pt.1 | my

Summary: Few people stop to observe and know about the friendship of Yoongi and solo rapper Y/N.

But since their collaboration on Yoongi's solo album was seen and also their presence at one of the rapper's concerts, for some fans it changed the way they see them together.

Pairing: Yoongi x fem!reader

Genres: Cute, fluffy, idol au, comfort.

sometimes i'm not good with english but i try to improve^^

@/Yoonmeowmeow: Okay but let's remember the emotion with which Yoongi mentioned the entrance of someone special to him.

His big gummy smile and twinkling eyes, i just can't-

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"Okay, now I welcome Y/N," the singer announced while looking at a part of the stage where a reflector suddenly lit up and the figure of the soloist could be seen.

The place was filled with emotion and on the big screen you could see the face of the young woman "hello army" the soloist spoke with emotion and began to approach Yoongi.

“I'm so excited that we can finally see each other in person” Yoongi laughed looking at the soloist in front of him and then at his fans.

"I'm happy to be here too" the young woman smiled "I could only wait and look at the clock with excitement every minute"

Yoongi just made a happy face and extended his arms to the singer in front of him and they joined in a cute hug.

He began to hear the screams of emotion.

The singers will separate looking at each other happily "Let's start with this" Yoongi said while still looking excitedly at the female figure.

The big stage was illuminated by the big screen.

The beginning of the song was heard and the fans showed their excitement for the song.

They sang their first song and first collaboration from the 2016 album Agust D, a quiet song but that maintains its beautiful meaning.

Before the song ended, you two looked at each other directly and with a smile.

And the song came to an end "That's a good song" you said, still smiling.

"Hmmm" Yoongi nodded happily "I still remember when we wrote it"

"I remember that" laughed the young woman covering her mouth

Suddenly everything went dark and I began to listen to their recent song, a fast rap song that gives a unique emotion.

Soon Yoongi's male voice was heard all over the place.

This is how the minutes continued and the rappers were excited.

"That was good" Yoongi spoke and you could see he was breathing heavily "i haven't felt this emotion for a while" affirmed the female looking at the fans

"Thank you for accompanying me on this adventure" the singer smiled broadly looking at her "You can always count on me" replied the short one

Before they said goodbye again, they gave each other a big hug that lasted a few long seconds and they looked at each other for the last time.

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@/Yoonmeowmeow: Nice moments of them together, could they notice the looks they gave each other while they sang?!?!!

They are so cute together T.T

If you like it, give me a like and reblog ^^

[revasserium]

Hiii!! Your "The Trick and The Trade" fic featuring Azul was so beautiful it makes me want to cry T.T I saw requests were open? Wondering if I could ask for another Azul x Reader with the prompt "Shooting Star" this time?

PS: If it's alright with you, can we make this fluffy? Hehehe

Thank youuuuu!! ✨❤️

request are open! pls send one in :)

70. shooting star

azul ashengrotto; 1,788 words, fluff; gn!reader; a human and a mer-person fall in love -- it's a tale as old as time

"we are not figuratively, but literally made of stardust." - neil degrasse tyson

he has known since the day he was born the shape of the water around him, the shade of the sea, the taste of an ocean as it rests at the tip of his tongue. it has always been blue and blue and blue, and deep and deep and deep. salt and brine and sand like the forgotten dust of long-gone stars.

the first time he stumbles across the shipwreck, moored at the bottom of his deep, blue, saltine ocean, he lingers over the glittering metal, runs his fingers across the broken mast, marvels at the rust that shatters like snowflakes beneath his touch. he twists and tugs at the ruined sails till his curiosity sits sated in the pit of his stomach.

he meets you in a forgotten grotto, at the end of a stretch of forgotten beach, nestled against an island that, while has not yet been forgotten, seems to be well on it’s way as well. he finds you lying limp, your body half submerged in the shallows.

ah, a shipwreck, he thinks. and then, oh… a survivor.

then, you cough, you sputter, you hack up what he’s sure is a quarter of the ocean before shaking your head and pushing yourself up and he is still there, his body a livewire mess of tangled tentacles. he presses himself into a shape that you’re more familiar with, the lessening of his eight limbs down to just two is always strange but… necessary.

at least for first impressions. and they’re ever so important.

“h-hello.”

he nearly swears at himself for being so hesitant.

you swipe the back of your hand over your lips, blinking blearily at him through salt-caked lashes.

“y-you… i — where…?”

you’re disoriented, but of course you are. azul clears his throat and tries again.

“i — i’m glad you’re alright. you were… i found you passed out and… and thought to come and check on you.” good, he thinks, that sounded good. convincing.

you regard him with a curious look before your eyes rove over the rest of him and… a grin twists your lips.

“you… missed a spot.”

azul whips around to find a single tentacle, still trailing in the sand behind him, the crystalline water lapping at his smooth, rubbery skin.

“damnit! i thought i’d gotten them all this time — !”

but the sound of your laughter shatters his frustration, his embarrassment. it renders him speechless and holds him still. for a moment, he is taken by it, the warmth and fullness of the sound as you collapse into your own laughter, falling back against the soft, wet sand, your sea-pruned hands clutching at your stomach.

“i — it’s not — i just — !” azul stutters, heat clawing up his neck and cheeks as he forcibly finishes his transformation, wiping his hands absently down his back to make doubly sure, but you only smile, dabbing at the edge of your eyes as your laughter fades into giggles.

“s-sorry — i didn’t mean to — i just… you did a very good job,” but something in your voice still makes his stomach twist and azul has to take three deep breaths to stave off the very real urge to dive back into the water, to disappear back into the comforting depths of the ocean and never return.

“i — it’s harder than it looks,” he says, stiffly.

you nod, all solemn seriousness now, though there’s still a twinkle in each of your eyes that so, so reminds him of the evening stars.

this is how you meet. and this, he thinks, is how he falls in love.

you’re the child of sailors, adventurers, people who have always lived their lives on the sea. and azul is nothing if not hungry for knowledge. the pair of you trade stories like secrets and laughter like currency.

you tell him of all the places you been, all the miracles you’ve seen. and in turn, he tells you of the creatures of deep, all the monsters and their dreams.

the first time he kisses you, he catches both of you off guard.

“oh — s-sorry —” he says, but his next words are cut off as you jerk him back towards you, your teeth clacking painfully against his, but he doesn’t care. he wouldn’t have cared if you’d made him bleed. he would’ve wanted it, leaned in like he is now, tugging you closer just to revel in the sting.

you kiss him so hard he feels dizzy, so hard he can’t breathe. so hard he finds himself wondering if there’s ever been anything else but your lips and this feeling and falling in too deep.

it’s a strange feeling, yearning for air.

but he finds himself gasping, still, as you finally pull free.

“that…” you gulp down a much needed breath as he does the same, “i’ve… wanted to do that for a while…”

azul shudders to think himself anything close to feline, but if he were, he thinks he might have purred.

“you… you have?” he tries not to sound too pleased, adjusting his glasses.

“y-yeah — isn’t that strange?”

“no!” he says, too fast, and then immediately, turning away to clear his throat, “i just meant — i — i don’t think it’s strange.”

“no? does that… does that mean you felt the same?” there’s a teasing lilt to your voice that makes his whole body shake with shivers. he crinkles his nose and takes a deep breath and grasps at the tendrils of composure trickling from his gasp as he chews on his lips.

“i — well i did kiss you first, didn’t i?” and he nearly curses himself again for sounding like a petulant child.

“hm… i guess you did. but… you tried to say sorry.”

“that was — i didn’t mean —” azul groans, burying his face in his hands as he fights the urge to curl in on himself. and he would have, had he been under water and with full use of his tentacles. but he’s not, so he can’t, and he doesn’t.

but you laugh, and all is right again. you laugh and nudge him with your shoulder and he nudges you back, pulling his hands away from his face to watch you.

the setting sun and gathering clouds conspire to paint the horizon rosy.

“i know… i just like…” you shrug, letting your voice trail off as the sky darkens and the last lingering dregs of day are swallowed up by the lapping waves.

azul hums, for once reveling in the darkness that surrounds you, in gentle lull of a sleepy sea as it kisses and kisses and kisses the shore. not for the first time, he thinks of you. always you.

“you just like…?” he asks, his voice quiet now, a hushed, whispered thing.

and this time, when he glances over, he catches you ducking your head, and even like this, in the evening gloam just before moonrise, when the world is rendered monochrome by the ubiquitous glow of the sky and lack of direct light, he can see your cheeks darken.

“you.” you say, final and distinct and so, so sure. you glance at him, but he is staring back at you, slack-jawed.

“i… just like you,” you say, and azul wonders if this is what it feels like to fly.

he’s never thought all that much about flying before, not when he’s had swimming all his life, but… ever since he met you, he thinks he might like to try.

“well,” he muses, purposefully drawing out the word, “i think i… i just might —”

“look! a shooting star!”

your voice slices through the velvet night, pointing eagerly at the far horizon. azul whips around, just quick enough to catch the tail of star as it streaks across the sky.

“whoa…”

he’s never seen one before. he’s never spent so much time on the surface before he met you. and now that he has — he wonders if he can ever go back to living in the thickness of the sea.

the sky might be blue and big and heavy too, but it’s so different from the sea.

so much less salt, and so much more air.

“make a wish!” you say, clasping your fingers and closing your eyes. and azul remembers the strange human tradition you’d told him about of wishing on falling stars. at the time, he’d asked you if any of them have ever come true. to which you’d only shrugged and laughed and said does it matter? it’s the wishing part that counts!

and he hadn’t understood then, but watching you now, watching you with your eyes closed under the hazy curtain of a just drawn night, your fingers laced over one another as you wish on a fallen star, he thinks he might be starting to understand.

so he smiles, folds his fingers together and closes his eyes as well.

after a moment of quiet, he opens them to find you watching him.

“what did you wish for?” you ask.

azul blushes, and he’s sure that you can see it on his pale skin, even in the waxing light of the rising moon. he finds his heart in his chest like treasure tucked in the stomach of a sunken ship, his body a wreck of splinters and well-worn memories but he knows that he is no less precious. you’d taught him that.

“i thought that if i told, the wish won’t come true?”

you smile, you nod, you turn your eyes back to the glittering night sky.

he leans back to follow your gaze.

once, he’d wondered about the shape of air, the shade of the ever-bright sky, the taste of sunlight at the tip of his tongue. but now he’s kissed you, and he knows —

“fine then.” you say, as you pull him in to ghost your lips over his. he melts against you, fingers tugging you closer by the base of your neck, his mouth spelling hunger and honey as he moans against you.

“kiss me again,” he whispers when you pull apart.

you nod, breathless.

once, he’d wondered about the world above. but now, he’s kissed you and he knows — the air is sweet and sharp enough to sting, the sky is bright and blue and biting too. and that the sunlight — oh, the sunlight — it tastes like you, and you, and you.

[yarrystyleeza]

The Daisy Field (T.T)

Tristan Thorn x female! Reader

No warnings, pure fluff (the usual, maybe some heated kisses??? 👉🏻👈🏻 but absolutely safe for read).

Summary: one summer morning, Tristan takes you to the daisy fields to train you how to swordfight after you begged him for long.

Word count: 1.3k!

Writer's note: as the previous time, I wrote this in less than 24 hours, I was so overwhelmed by the idea and I had to just write it, it's partially revised, maybe contains some lexical and/or grammatical issues, it's so short too, but I hope you enjoy it. <3

The high summer breeze rises, playfully raking through the green fields of fresh grass and the dancing fragrant daisies, raising a scent of life and beauty in the air and into your heaving lungs, cooling the ecstasy of your souls. The sun sends her rays upon you, as you spin around the other, eyelids flickering between the shadows and lights under the green leaves. Chirps of the little birds were heard in the far distance, and little squirrels and deers were ticking their little feet on the crispy grass, creating a beautiful hymn for the noon.

"we've been doing this for hours!" Tristan protests, letting his shoulders fall out of tiredness, his cheeks are flushed and his long hair is a dampened mess, "but it's fun!" you cheer, dancing in circles around him, you didn't mind the sunbeams, or the sweat on your forehead, or how exhausted you were after all the early morning hours, because you're having the best time with Tristan, and there's nothing more you'll ever need.

He can't help but exhale animatedly, knitting his eyebrows pitifully, shoulders falling as he lets his breath out, "come on, love--" he gestures with the wooden sword he held in his hand, "come on, Tristan! One last round, please?" you give him the puppy eyes you know he can't resist, as you slowed your pace to stop right in front of him, "please?" you envelope his neck, it's his turn to give you his puppy look, hazel eyes sparkling magically in the dim light under the big oak tree where you had settled for your picnic, "come on, Tristan, please? Just, one more round, and we'll sit on the picnic sheet the rest of the day... I promise, please?" you plead again, he wraps his arms around your waist, sighs, and looks up into your eyes again, "anything for you, my star," he smiles, to which you giggle and peck his lips quickly, wiggle out of his arms.

Since the sun has beamed on the two of you, you and Tristan had been swordfighting, as you pleaded him to teach you for many, many times, and when he finally agreed this morning, he couldn't stop you. And though this was your first day training, — and though he thought you would take a little long time in order to learn every move — but to his surprise, you learned faster than he thought you would.

Yes, he took you down in couple fights, but they were sort of a one to one situation. He kept telling you how he's being easy with you because it's your first time to fight with swords, and you took advantage of it to go as rogue as possible, knowing he'll be able to take your moves.

Now, you collected your dress up and wrapped it around your waist to free your movement, took the pins out of your hair to feel more comfortable and confident, freeing your strands to flutter in the fresh air. "you know you're distracting me with these locks of yours, love" he points at you with his sword, both of you spinning around the other like two swans in a lake dance, "you can just say that you're easy to be distracted!" you aim a swift swing of your wooden sword, slicing the air between the two of you, he parries your hit with his sword, rough edged blades are crossed between your exhilarated faces, shards of wood are flying out of their source, "I can argue about that!" he whispers, as your lips are inches away from each other, you smooch at his lips teasingly and take a dance around him, "you may speak!" you smirk, your sword blade is now on the broad of his shoulder, he chuckles, and crosses his sword with yours, swinging your hand up in the air, "I have a whole lot to say!" it was his turn to smirk at you, "poser!" you roll your eyes, taking an attack move on him, clashing the blades as he defends himself, swinging you to the side, "I was being soft," he shrugs, looking down at you as you picked up your sword as it flew out of your grasp, he softly pulls your locks to slow your movement, then takes a run across the field, and you follow him with no hesitation.

Your feet are racing each other as you go down the hill, he turns to face you, feinting a swing in your direction, you gasp, your feet falter and you stumble over the end of your dress as the skirt went loose. You grope for anything that might help you regain your balance but, to your unfortune, it was Tristan, and the moment you grab onto his shoulder, "bloody hell!" he yells, as he too loses his balance, and the two of you collide against the other and, roll down the grassy hill.

The ouchs and grunts and loud screams and giggles never left your lips as your bodies spun and got pulled down by gravity, but to your fortune, you landed smoothly, or at least it's for you. You open your eyes to see that you're topping Tristan, holding on to him for life, you part from his hold, both of you are groaning out of all the bangs you collected down the road, you settle on his waist, hands softly press onto his panting chest. Both of you breathe out a chuckle, but he has his remarkable silly smile on his face, almost showing all of his teeth.

You both stare at the other, hair is messy and filled with grass leaves and daisy petals, the noon sun casted on your reddened skins, both of you fighting to catch your breaths, if this wasn't the most beautiful scenery. You catch Tristan gazing your lips and you find yourself doing the same. Your goofy smiles slowly fade into more intimate ones, which soon turns into looks of desperation, his hands leave your waist and walk up slowly to envelope the back of your neck, with one hand tucking the hairs back behind your ear, lingering thumb brushing your reddened cheeks.

Your heart ticks a little louder and before you know it, you find yourself leaning onto him, locking your lips upon his, sipping on the sweet mixture of your mouths ever so slightly, wanting to stop the time so you could have more of your psyches tenderly intertwined with the other. You feel the sun shies her beams away to be a little more gentle on you, and the daisies moving in saltation to tickle your bare feet and heated cheeks, adding more tranquility to your heart as the time passes.

"if this is how we'll end up every time we go swordfighting, I want to swordfight every day." he whispers to your mouth after it left an inch away from his, you couldn't help but smile dumbly at his statement, following by an even dumber giggle. He pulls himself from under you, drawing you over to his thighs, his palms find your face again and cup it firmly. "you wanna continue training?" he asks softly, with a smile to the side, you push the floral hairs of his bangs back behind his ear, "I think we've had enough training for today, my back hurts... And feet... And head, too," he chuckles at your answer, and pulls you close to smile a kiss on the crown of your temple.

And so, you spend the rest of the day sitting in the field barefooted, braiding daisy crowns and laying on the wet green grass among the little summer flowers, locking your pinkies and watch as the sun goes down between the vivid shades of orange and pink upon your eyes, waiting for the shiny stars to start sparkling in the darkness of the sky so you could waste the night on counting them.

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[zarahjoyce]

Summary: the fix-it fic of Yanma yelling at Himeno T.T It bothered me more than I thought it would!

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It takes Yanma approximately thirteen attempts before Himeno told her staff she'll gladly take his videocall this one time. 

"What," he snarls at the first second of contact, "too busy to actually take a call from a fellow King?" She takes a delicate sip of her tea before saying, "I wasn't in any mood to get yelled at. Not this beautiful morning, anyway."

And the arrested look on Yanma's face actually made her beautiful morning even better.

He clears his throat and says, "About that--"

"How's your head?"

Yanma glances upwards - at the bandage she'd carefully wrapped around his forehead - and snatches it off himself crudely. Then he replies, "Better, especially now that we can call on Legendary Kingohger--"

"Aren't you just glad," she cuts in, "that that isn't confined to a silly fairytale of mine any longer?"

And Yanma's face goes beet red. 

Himeno gives her cup to Sebastian before waving him away with a smile. "Had one of us given up at any point before we--"

"That's... part of why I called," he says, his jaw clenched - all while looking somewhere off to the side. "I know the absolute shit we went through these past few days, what with Desnarak fucking appearing out of nowhere--"

She tilts her head to one side, just staring at Yanma. Is he really about to--

"--that I wasn't..." He takes a swift glance at her before looking away again, "Fuck. This is way fucking harder than it should be."

"Go on," Himeno prompts.

He drags his hand through his hair, winces visibly, before saying, "I didn't even get to thank you for treating all of us, did I? Shiokara especially."

Himeno raises her brow at him. "And you think that I'm after your gratitude, specifically?" she points out, crossing her arms. 

"No, I--"

"I'm a doctor first and foremost - despite your outright questioning of my capabilities," Himeno tells him. "Of course I'm going to treat wounded people, even if they are yours." "Goddamnit, Himeno," he says, pounding his fist so hard his screen shook. "I know what I did was shitty and unfair, especially since you had so much on your plate then so-- so I'm trying to fucking apologize for yelling at you, all right?"

A beat.

"Oh, were you now?" she snipes, after he'd just so loudly confirmed her suspicions. "You were doing a really poor job at it that I thought you're about to do something else."

"What can I say?" he replies, crossing his arms as well and looking more petulant than ever. "I've never really apologized to anyone before, so you'll have to forgive me, Hime-sama." A beat and he adds sheepishly, "Again."

"So the honor of being the recipient of your first apology goes to me?" Himeno says, feigning shock - though she really didn't have to try so hard at faking it. "My, my. You're truly full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Don't get used to it," he snaps, leaning back on his chair. 

She looks away at that, because Shugods she really shouldn't find this whole thing the slightest bit amusing, and yet-- And yet.

"You were worried about your retainer," Himeno points out, remembering just how badly Yanma took the news when he awoke to find himself in Ishabana - with an unconscious Shiokara just a few steps away from his own bed. "You wanted concrete answers about his situation but found yourself unable to get them. Not to mention the weight of the ongoing threat around us. Of course you'll be frustrated. Of course you wanted to lash out." 

Why he'd want to do it on her, though... she has a couple of guesses.

The most obvious being they never really saw things the same way, anyway.

After a few moments, Yanma says quietly, "So you get it, then."

"I'm a doctor first and foremost," Himeno reminds him - though in a gentler tone now. "You're not the first patient I've had that questioned me and my team when we couldn't give them what they wanted to hear. You certainly won't be the last, either."

"You're used to it?" he asks, almost surprised. "Is that why you didn't yell at me back?" 

Would he have wanted her to yell at him at that moment? Would he be even apologizing now, if she did?

But, that's neither here nor there considering--

"Queens don't yell," she corrects him. 

And then, as though realizing this conversation she's having with him was far more serious than anything she's ever done with the N'Kosopan President, she says, "Besides, it's easy being the bigger person when talking to someone as emotional as you." "E-Emotional?" Yanma sputters. "I'm fucking not--"

"It's been lovely chatting with you. Farewell!"

And Himeno ends the call.

[feuqueerfire]

Our Skyy 2 Live Blogging

They really filmed the episodes for this in parallel and it was fun and chaotic to get all the spoilers for them. This is one my GMMTV's 2023 most anticipated shows, so I'm very excited.

My most anticipated are Bad Buddy, My School President, and The Eclipse. Then, NLMG > 1000 Stars = SIMM > Vice Versa and I don't plan on watching ABAAB. Bad Buddy was my most anticipated when the announcement happened because it's my favourite BL and I miss Pat and Pran so much T.T but since then, My School President has aired and I care about seeing both the characters and actors in that (NobiGun I'm gonna scream for 80 years); I don't care about ONN as a ship for Bad Buddy and I don't really care about seeing more of The Eclipse but rather am mostly excited for KhaoFirst. So now it's MSP > BBS > Eclipse

Never Let Me Go Apr 19, 22, 23

The actual show left me with a meh feeling but I really liked this historical time travel soulmates nonsense. It was cute and fun and I'm happy to have seen Nueng and Palm one more time. Also the Ep 2 part 1 beach kiss from the present time took me by surprise but it was great. Also think it's funny that we traded 1 Dangerous Romance couple in NLMG (Perth/Chimon) for another (Marc/Pawin).

I do like Pond/Phuwin and wonder if they'll get another show next year or not.

Rating: 6.5/10 - same as NLMG

Star In My Mind

I don't care about or remember this show but I like JoongDunk enough and idk, I'm in the mood for cuteness

Ep 1 (Apr 26): they're soo cute and also even though it initially seems like Kluen's always scheming to or pushing for more physical affection from Nuea, Daonuea's the same way with the kissing in part 2 end and part 3 beginning. Daonuea's just a schemer in general (with Maitee and Sean for example) and I like that

Ep 2 (Apr 27): So much more boring rip it's like how Kluen and Nuea got boring in the actual SIMM show once they got together. also sad that we didn't even get Nay/Sean but still had to abandon Sean/Maitee for them rip.

Rating: 5.5/10 - slightly lower than SIMM

The Eclipse - May 5

It's my first week at work + my laptop charger stopped working, so I didn't watch this during release but am watching on Friday.

Ep 1: My beloved beautiful KhaoFirst back on screen, hello. I'm actually a big lover of established relationships + conflicts in such a relationship, so I like this in theory but I feel like I couldn't quite understand what was going on or what was making them be so irritated at each other and also the characters esp Ayan were a bit ? to me if we compare them to their The Eclipse selves; I think a longer show where we could see patterns of behaviour would've been so good if this was a longer series. Also they're sooo cute in part 4 ahh Ayan trying to make up with sulking Akk and Akk just being like ">:( sometimes you make me feel so good and other times you're horrible"

Ep 2: ahh friendship is magic Akk-Wat-Kan conversation with them wholeheartedly supporting Wat without glorifying his decision - even if his directorial dreams fail, they'll still support him T.T

I got spoiled since ep 1 aired that Aye was planning a surprise while pretending to forget Akk's birthday and yeah, it's dumb to make somebody sad for 2 weeks for a surprise smh also since his friends knew, they should've shaken some sense into him .

Anyway, very horny ending, nice.

Overall: They have some very good things I love (established relationships going through some problems or navigating things, lovely friendships and supportive friends, lots of pecks and cute kisses) with some things that will forever annoy me (I think this sort of "surprise" is bad and mean agh) and also Ayan didn't quite feel like The Eclipse Ayan. The parts that were good made me smile though, I like KhaoFirst a lot.

Tangentially related but now I'm wishing KhaoFirst are in a slightly serious drama about an established couple going through a rocky period - but not like tooooo dramatic or with big consequences like divorce or custody battles or anything. more like alan/wen where they still love each other but keep hurting each other (not via cheating though) and make it back together by the end.

Rating: 6/10 - significantly lower than The Eclipse

Vice Versa - May 10

I get why people keep up with weekly shows, I haven't been able to binge any show since I started work/internship but coming home to watch an episode is fun and doable. But I think this pretty much only works because it's a 2-episode arc that's gonna end the same week rather than watch 1 ep and think abt it the whole week.

Ep 1: I didn't really care about Vice Versa or Puen/Talay or JimmeySea but this episode was fairly cute, good for watching while somewhat paying attention but not really analyzing or thinking. I also liked that the kid shows up like 2/3 of the way in and we get some o the couple being coupley before that

Ep 2: Boring and idc and also slightly annoying with the secret thing

I'm so excited for next week MSPxOurSkyy, idc if people are sad it's the same scenes and not college Tinn/Gun. i’m forever a lover of flipping dynamics + we get Nobigun so i’m hyped

Rating: 5.5/10 - slightly lowe than VV

My School President

My most anticipated (beat out Bad Buddy because for that one I'm only interested in the characters but not the actors whereas I'm into both the actors and characters here)!!

OST: Love Love Love (May 16) - I smiled through the whole thing! It's It didn't beat out any of my MSP OST faves after 2 listens but that might change later who know

Ep 1 (May 17): They're just cute! Tinn was soooo into Gun knowing how to ride a bike lol. Also the switching of cute scenes among pairs was interesting too, like Tinn/Gun getting the motorbike scene and Sound/Win getting the homework scene.

they made fans guesses with TiwPor secretly dating come true and they're even scheming. that's cute even though i don't really feel any attachment toward TiwPor

Ep 2 (Ep 18): I’m watching MSP Our Skyy and if I liked SoundWin more, the “Why? do you want us to be friends?” reenactment would have done me in fr

Tinn my sparkly-eyed boy!! Gemini's eyes were so beautiful in part 2? 3? when he and Gun were lying down beside each other ah pretty boy. Also, so adorable that Tinn fell first in this universe too and he was so cute talking to his mom when Gun came to the store that first time.

Although to have the previous Our Skyy eps be full of kisses and not even have cheek kisses in this one, forget lips is like why

Overall: The MSP Our Skyy eps are just okay, i don’t think they needed to do a play by play of the original series squished into 2 episodes and they could’ve been more clever if they were set on doing the body switches. I just dont care that much though because I got 2 more hours of TinnGun and also GemFourth

Rating: 6.5/10 - lower than MSP

Bad Buddy (x ATOTS)

MY BELOVEDS!!!!!!!!! ohmnanon this ohmnanon that idcidcidc my beloved PatPran are coming back to me! as are Ink and Pa~~~~

Ep 1 (May 31)

gonna only get to watch part 1 during lunch so I debated just watching it at the end of the day but no, I'm impatient

1-1

they're so dumb, they're so cute, they're so horny, I can't handle it my head is in my hands

ink peeling shrimp for pa ah. i love their nonchalance at ruining pran and pat's moment but rubbing it in their face with their own cute feeding moments

phi pran not pat roleplay i die i cry i scream forever

1-2

they would not make me witness Pat playing porn in front of everybody, would they?

oh, they would...

ah they're so T.T now it's snow white roleplay

oh pat really would back out, the dumbass is so in love

also they're so bad at hiding this relationship, just handing out on campus in broad daylight, n wonder Prom's character saw them talking from time to time

1-3

Pran dumbass pulling the "i like it." "you mean the stars?" "i like you" line ah

kiss kiss kiss !!! what is up with these interruptions !!!!!!! i needed it to be like the eclipse, simm where it's kiss after kiss but somehow my horniests faves are getting no kisses? it won't end up like MSP no kiss right?

oh my godddddd I'm so done, why is Pran overhearing Pat's drunk ribbing at him?

well at least Pran seems to take it more as a challenge rather than getting sad about it

1-4

Pat accidentally cuddling and kissing Wai T.T but also they kissed this ep before Pat and Pran did? be fr

Pran really has a kink for embarrassing Pat in public T.T Pran's putting Pat through public humiliation kink

lmao why'd Phupa faint?

not the Pran-Phupha stare and then Pran-Tian staredown pls

next episode nowwwwwww

Ep 2 (June 1)

oh pretty long ep, like 70 mins?

1-1

lmfao Pran really getting their in the middle of Phupha and Tian's argument T.T

somehow doesn't feel weird to see Pran in this village and setting of another show. somehow he and Tian conversing just makes sense

oh Pat with his cheekiness, him getting here feels like more of a difference in the setting

ah Pat Pran i love them

Tian clocked them in 1 second

I didn't really like Phupha in the original ATOTS, let's see if I'll care about him now

not Phupha Tian arguing about who threw themself at who first T.T

2-4

these fuckers T.T running Pran around to get the other to admit they liked the other first

"following what's in the diary" ep 7 flashbacks, Pat Pran are experts at doing cute couply things without just admitting that they're both liking it and doing it

silly boys T.T playing in water soooo cute

ah fucking mosquito net phupha-tian roleplay T.T finally a kiss but why would Pran push him away T.T they kissed with ease in Bad Buddy, what is this

askldfjalskdjfakldsfj they're soooo horny "have you ever wondered how much this can withstand the shake?" adsfsadfkl but they won't even kisssssssssss

Pat's obsession with smelling Pran

1-3

ah Bad Buddy song - secret

ngl I wish this was a little less about Phupha-Tian and more about Pat-Pran since it's still their week of Our Skyy

1-4

lmfao pls not Pat and Phupha waking up shirtless beside each other also are you guys stupid really counting down to check if they have their pants on

girl what's happening

Cute and fun and I love PatPran, so I wish there was a bit more of them than there actually was. Can't believe I only watched this because I'd get to watch it weekly but instead I have to wait until next week D: Though at least it's good that we get PatPran for 1 whole week instead of just 2 days.

A Tale of Thousand Starts (x Bad Buddy)

I finished The Devil Judge on Monday and was still in that sort of mood on Tuesday and Wednesday, so I'm gonna binge both episodes from this week on Thursday - the last Our Skyy episode day.

Ep 1 (June 8)

fucking smell kink freak Pat

this ep is kinda boring ngl

these horny mfers really fucked in the tent lmfao

bro this ep is just annoying like why is everybody getting lost and both Tian and Phupha are just annoying characters this whole crossover

Mostly a boring (and repetitive - why get lost twice in the woods smh) episode except for certain Pat/Pran moments ah my beloveds

Ep 2 (June 8)

won't like i'm just skipping through the second half of part 1 bc I don't care about Phupha/Tian and I'm bored already

watched a bit more of part 2 bc they were cute enough

is that the P'Aof cameo as the solider in the play

lol Pat as Tian and Pran as Phupha cute

plssss InkPa at the back - I wish they were there a biiit more

Pa heckling them to kiss and Wai + Korn making it happen pls

wtf the WaiKorn? did they acc kiss?

yaas PatPran as PhuphaTian kiss even though we haven't got a regular PatPran good kiss except that 1 surprise one

yeahhh kiss as Pat and Pran or I kill you - oh this is the finger-sucking scene, horny bastards okay we did get a kiss

plsss my beloved Pa pee interruption scene recreated

oh, I don't give a fuck about engagements

Okay yeah sure idk Pat and Pran are great as expected but the first ep of this week was fairly boring (and mostly Pat and Pran apart) and 2nd ep was Phupha/Tian heavy (That's expected)

Rating: 6.5/10 for both weeks BBSxATOTS eps

Overall:

In the end, some were good, some were meh, some I was disappointed by but oh well. It was still fairly fun and I liked watching it weekly since I get a new story every week. NLMG = MSP = BBSxATOTS > Eclipse > SIMM = Vice Versa

Rating: 6/10

[eggbirdshi]

photo not mine // 18+ only // smut // i’m new here so bear with me pls T.T

- Gone Bad -

Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman Fanfiction (Smut/18+)

It was a beautiful day in February, windy but not too cold type of air. The spring is about to end and people in the university are already talking about what to do in their summer vacation—planning on where and when they will have a get together in their department before completely taking their vacation for themselves. Y/N on the other side was not really planning on going to their department get together and was thinking if she’s going home or just staying in her apartment like what she always does and just continuing working. She was not the type of person to hang out with a bunch of people, partying here, partying there but that doesn’t mean she knows nothing about stuff like that. For her, she was just a normal girl who enjoyed solitude, though she was not a silent nor shy type either—she was your typical girl that will actually talk if ever you approach her. She has an approachable vibe and a kind look that’s why everyone in the class likes her and they see her as a good friend

In terms of studying, you can consider Y/N to be smart but not too intelligent. She is studious and an average student but you cannot say that she actually loves studying, she just thought that she has to even though it’s really depressing for her.

While daydreaming, the bell rang causing her to flinch and to look around, seeing the students going inside the classroom signaling that lunch break is over. She then realized that she did not have the chance to go out. She scolded herself for zoning out and now she needs to cut the next subject so that she can have her lunch. Cutting classes was not really new to her but it just happens when she needs to have a nap. Basically she has a part time job and sometimes she really needs some time off and a few more minutes to rest.

Before the professor could even step out of the office, she stormed out of the room with her bag clutched on her right arm while trying to run for her life. In panic, she just ran upstairs to hide on the rooftop since it was also a really good spot for hiding but not recommended once the principal starts his rounds. She was really getting exhausted and was about to pass out but thank the universe that she already reached the door knob before it even happened and when she finally got herself on the other side of the door, she saw one of her classmates, having a serious talk with probably his gang or what.

“Are you up for tonight’s session, Levi?” she really doesn’t want to eavesdrop but she’s already there and she can’t just leave knowing that the principal was already taking his rounds around the building. The least thing she wanted to happen was to get caught and to go to detention.

“I don’t really know, Hange. You know I have to pass the special exam that they gave me because I was failing. That professor really gets on my nerves and I know she just wants to see me in her office even though I was not really failing. That bitch” when she heard what her classmate had said, her eyes widened and all she wanted to happen was for someone to notice her and maybe they could stop talking like that about the professors.

“Oh? Hi pretty girl. What brings you here? I’m Eren. Are you here to cut class too?” She was not sure if she wanted to shake his hand and just casually introduce herself too but she didn't want to look rude or something so she just grabbed his hand slowly and smiled.

“I’m Y/N” she muttered then she looked at her classmate, Levi, not wanting to have eye contact with this Eren guy because he was cheekily smiling so close in her face that it made her uncomfortable for a bit.

“Come on, Eren. Don’t scare the cute girl. By the way, I'm Sasha. You can stay here for as long as you want” she then smiled at Sasha and Eren let go of her hand, automatically draped his arms around Sasha’s shoulders.

“Hey Erwin! Come here for a sec” it was Levi, who is simply looking tired of all the things that is happening and they stepped out of the circle to probably talk about something and come back immediately with the Erwin guy smiling over to Eren and whispering something to him.

“Okay captain boss leader Levi, we’re out. We just want you to know that you can still go to our session later tonight if you ever changed your mind” Eren stated and held Sasha out of the rooftop together with Erwin and Hange, bickering about being scared or something that became inaudible.

With Y/N who does not know what to do next, she just walked over to the bench not even sparing Levi a glance and she just took out the bread inside her bag which happens to be there a few days ago that she was really thankful for. She did not have a plan when she decided to cut class and she can’t just go to the canteen to buy food so the small bread can suffice her hunger since it has already passed lunch.

“Fancy seeing the kind girl cut class. Any reason?” she was surprised that Levi even gave her attention. Most likely, their scenario was just accidentally looking at each other here and there whenever they have a chance. Levi was just always sleeping on his desk with a towel covering the whole table, maybe to avoid dust or something.

“I zoned out the whole lunch, if that’s even possible, and I just snuck out to eat but unfortunately I can’t just go to the cafeteria and get caught, so I’m here with my small bread to eat. Too dumb to think for an escape without a plan” she then let out a small chuckle and Levi can’t help but to smirk so he just sat next to her.

“You know what? I did not know that you could do such a thing. Cutting classes? Your face doesn’t really suit it, you know? But then cutting classes is fun too. No teacher with their boring point, right?” even though Y/N was kind of enjoying the conversation, she still couldn’t expect Levi to talk like that. With his dark aura and lazy eyes, it’s saying that you should not talk to him but it’s not really like that.

While Y/N was looking at Levi, the guy suddenly grabbed her to the back of the unused board on the side with her bag clinging on his shoulders.

What just happened? She thought and she poked out his head to look at the door being opened by someone and her eyes widened to see a security guard looking around. When and how did he know that someone was coming up on the rooftop? Or was she really that preoccupied and just zoned out staring at Levi? In her panic, she immediately hid her head again and surprisingly hit Levi’s chest. The scent immediately filled her nose, lingering around her. The smell of fainted men’s perfume and a mix of his white buttoned up shirt with obviously perfect ironed scent and his natural masculine smell. She expected his smell to be like that but she was shocked to know it even though it was just a guess.

“You keep on spacing out, you know?” with that, she turned her head up to look at Levi and her eyes met his. His sharp features and dark eyes that’s really mesmerizing was staring in her soul and she doesn’t know why she can’t break it but instead she wanted more than that. She just wanted to stay there forever if it’s Levi we’re talking about. What the hell did this guy do to her?

Her mind was more surprised when Levi was slowly closing the gap between them and she almost swore out loud but she just waited for something to happen and the next thing she knew, Levi was attacking her with an aggressive kiss and it processed in her head first before even realizing that Levi was kissing a dead fish. That’s when she kissed back and her arms automatically draped around the guy’s neck, letting him grab and squeeze one of her boobs, not really minding what is happening. Knowing that they are classmates in one of their subjects, she already gave Levi her trust. Then suddenly she was moved to the guy’s lap putting his hand on her waist to guide her and to also put pressure on his semi-hard dick. She was also feeling good that she just initiated to move herself, grinding on him slowly hearing a small grunt from Levi in between the kiss and she was turned on because of that. Suddenly, hearing more moans from him became her goal as of now.

She could feel herself getting wet under and Levi was surprised that Y/N knows what she’s doing. So instead of just ending everything with a hot make-out session, Levi already gave in and he trailed kisses on her jaw moving slowly down to her neck giving her a not so visible hickeys causing Y/N to throw her head up to give Levi the full access to her neck and that’s when he realized that he was attacking her soft spot because of the fact that a moan escaped Y/N’s mouth.

“Do you want to go further?” you can hear from Levi’s voice that he was already taking everything as a yes but he does not want to just fuck the “kind girl” in his class without actually asking for permission and that caused Y/N to blush. He was really asking her that despite letting him grab her boobs and her butt? Was that even a no? “Oh come on, just do whatever you fucking want, Levi”

Levi chuckled a little and Y/N’s heart was about to explode hearing that but then she squealed when Levi carried her, once again attacking her lips while walking towards the table and he carefully sat Y/N on top of it, still not breaking the kiss away. Levi’s hand then sneakily went inside her shirt swiftly unclasping her bra and immediately grabbed her boobs underneath and Y/N shivered when she felt his cold hands on her skin. “Bite your shirt. Let me see your beautiful body” Y/N melted with his low bedroom voice and she obeyed immediately, pulling her shirt up, revealing his boobs that Levi immediately sucked while playing on the other one.

She could not hold her moans anymore so she just let it out and Levi was actually enjoying it. While busy feeling Levi’s tongue circling around his nipples, she gasped when the guy spat on his hand slipping it inside her skirt and underwear, rubbing his clit for a moment and successfully inserted one of his fingers inside. She unexpectedly moaned loudly and her mind was just filled with pleasure and Levi, and Levi and pleasure. She was drunk with their whole situation and honestly speaking, Levi was really making her feel good and she liked it. No, she loved it.

“Come on, stop teasing. Just do it, Levi” the guy was surprised that Y/N even knows how to amuse him so with his mouth still on her boob, he slid down her undies and raised her skirt, feeling the air that sent shivers all over her body. Y/N was getting a little impatient so she just made the move, unbuckling Levi’s pants swiftly taking his hard dick out and she was surprised to see that Levi was actually a healthy man. She then grabbed his fully erect member and she pumped it up and down causing the guy to groan. She was good at this, was all Levi could think about so he grabbed Y/N’s hand to stop her. “Stop. I can’t cum yet”

Y/N smirked at what Levi had said and he immediately positioned Y/N, spreading her legs that made her flustered. She then covered her face as she was embarrassed to show his everything to Levi but to her surprise, Levi slowly laid her down the table. “You are beautiful, Y/N” he whispered and she slowly entered the tip of his dick inside her while sucking her neck trying to distract her. “It’s okay you can move now”

Levi then took the signal and he slowly thrusted in and out, causing Y/N to let out a loud moan, throwing her head back while crazily enjoying Levi’s dick inside her. He fastened his pace as he saw that Y/N was no longer in pain but in pleasure. He then grabbed Y/N’s legs to maintain their position while ramming inside her as he was also groaning so loud and they did not care anymore if anyone might catch them in this state. Y/N was no longer in her right state of mind, skin slapping and hard groans was the only thing she could hear. “Levi” she was a moaning mess and she could already feel her limit as she was feeling the knot on her stomach and she came before Levi but the boy did not stop thrusting inside her and that it caused her body to shake under him. Levi then took out his dick and pumped it a few times and he moaned out her name, cumming all over Y/N’s stomach. He laid down on her for a moment, catching his breath as she kissed Y/N on the lips before taking his handkerchief out of his pocket.

Y/N then grabbed her bag and took out her wet wipes, wiping her stomach even before Levi could clean her with his handkerchief. “It’s okay. I am ready, you know” then she slipped her undies up even though she’s still wobbly and all Levi could do was to help her sit on the bench. Levi was all silent, holding his handkerchief, wiping his hands non stop, but then he realized what just happened, he chuckled and looked at Y/N. “Was not expecting that from you but I enjoyed it”

Y/N blushed at his words and she also chuckled, “Who would’ve known that we’ll be in this state right now and worst, in the school rooftop”

[kfanopinions]

Hiii, I saw someone ask you about who you would date in nct, so I want to ask, who would you marry?

For me, I think would marry Yuta or Jaemin, Yuta is the kind of person who would like to protect his s/o and give happiness (my opinion) and omgg imagine seeing that pretty, amazing, and beautiful smile every day, a true dream! also, I think he's s/o going to be his everything, his precious treasure, so yeah, I would marry him.

And Jaemin, I think is not much different from Yuta, but I think he loves physical affection a little bit more, and I love physical affection with the right people so I think I am going to need a more clingy person like Jaemin for not by shy about me giving physical affection.

Anyways, I would love to be the younger in a relationship (no with sirs ew), and guess what but are older than me HAHAHAHA sorry sis, so much text

okay first and foremost make sure to invite your sis here to your wedding with either men because i'm going to need you to introduce me to my future husband *wink wink*

i 100% agree with you on what you said about jaemin and yuta. they are 2 nct members that at the end of the day i'd say are dad *edit: husband!!! wtf?!! dad?!!! sorry i was typing to fast I meant husband material* haha

for me though...i think for marrying...maybe johnny? i hate to say it but he seems like the type that wouldn't mind if i didn't want to join him on his little excursions like what he does on jcc. you know he's cool doing his own thing and i like that. he also doesn't seem like the type to hover too much which i like. i'm a bit of the loner type and don't mind it. i've legit wanted to just escape the world and rent a cabin in the middle of a forest and spend months there away from people haha but he's very reliable and appears to be an emotionally strong person. i legit almost cried seeing a baby beluga whale being born *i'm such a wimp* but yeah...someone who has that strong, confident, self-assured aura about them would be for me (this is my capricorn side speaking)

BUT johnny's overall style isn't really my type. the type of style i love on men is yuta and taeyong's styles when they're wearing the spiked collars, chains, black, leather, love guys with tattoos and piercings (my scorpio side is screaming here)

but if you and jaemin or yuta don't work out please send them to me <333

*i'm older than everyone in nct T.T so i'm legit just the noona and can't call anyone oppa... i will now go and cry*

[ryeonseung]

happy birthday to our brilliant, multi-talented, handsome, hilarious and precious mood-maker, Cho Seungyoun! We love you so, so much 💖

#HappySeungyounDay ~

[imyourbratzdoll]

How are we feeling about a friends with benefits relationship with Colin Shea and reader likes the arrangement, - until she realizes it isn’t exclusive and she finds out he has several? T.T

Further elaboration: Reader has developed feelings for him in the duration of their arrangement because Colin had expressed she was special to him. How will he take it when reader calls him out for sleeping with others without telling her? How will he respond when she confesses her feelings? Wether it ends with angst or a happy ending is up to you. ✨>>

hopefully, this is what you wanted haha, I was in need of angst but I've basically read everything angsty.

summary - the reader finds out she isn't so special to colin as she thought.

the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

My head rests on Colin’s chest, trying to catch my breath from the previous strenuous activities. My fingers trace his abs, outlining them and softly stroking my nails up and down his hairy body. The peace is interrupted by his phone pinging, causing him to reach over and grab the device. A smirk begins to form on his beautiful face. 

I watch him as he answers whoever is on the other end before he slowly unwinds himself from me and begins to put his clothes back on, “Hey, can you go? I have someone coming over, and it’s kind of important.” His back is turned so he doesn’t see my face fall. I look at the time and notice it’s one in the morning, ‘who would come over at this time?’

“Oh, okay, uh, sure.” I blink a few times, not wanting to cry over something so stupid, sliding out of bed and slowly pulling my clothes back on. Colin comes around and grabs my face, and for a split second, hope fills me, thinking this is it. He’s going to tell me to stay and that he loves me.

“You know you’re special to me, right?” My heart flutters, beginning to smile as I nod, staring at his pretty blue eyes until the sound of his phone buzzing cuts through the air, filling the silence. Colin’s hands drop from my face, practically running to his phone as it continues to buzz. “Okay, well. I’ll see you.” He waves, eyes not leaving his phone, causing me to let out a shaky breath. The flash of a female's name catches my eye before I go.

I make my way to his door, not hearing Colin rush out of his room. My hand wraps around the handle as I open the door and bump into someone. I shake my head a bit, and my gaze travels up their body and land on a gorgeous woman. Our eyes lock, brows furrowed as we study each other.

“Oh, shit” We both turn and look toward Colin, who stands there wide-eyed and completely pale. My eyes move back and forth between the two, the pieces connecting like the simplest puzzle, and a gasp leaves my lips. I turn around entirely and stare at Colin. The woman behind me leaves, shaking her head and muttering something about men.

“Who was that?” My voice causes Colin to cringe, watching my eyes fill with tears at what I just witnessed. “Colin?” 

“Fuck! She’s a friend, okay!” He shakes his head, not willing to look at my face as he says this. 

“Friend?! What kind of friend comes over–” My eyes widen, and more of the puzzle connects. “You fucking asshole! I thought I was fucking special to you!? How many more ‘friends’ do you have?!” His blue eyes connect with mine this time, watching as rage fills my body.

“You are special to me! But we aren’t together, and I have needs! What, did you want me to sit around and only fuck one girl?! What does it matter how many I have, huh?! So what if I have several? YOU AREN’T ENOUGH FOR ME.” Colin sucks in a breath when the last words slip out of his mouth, watching me slowly break apart. 

I shake my head, and a painful chuckle leaves my lips. “I can’t believe I fell for you and your stupid fucking act, special my ass.” I turn, ignoring his confused calls as I head out of the door and into the lobby. I turn one last time and look at him. My eyes still hold pain, but my face looks emotionless, “Goodbye, Colin, great knowing you.” And that’s when I take my leave.

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

[technaart]

Being Vulnerable for them means

Characters: Kaeya, Kazuha, Venti, Request: how about the genshin men being able to let their walls down around their s/o or trusting them enough to show their most vulnerable state? Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Angst GN! Reader A/N: plz I'm sorry I lost who requested this and any written like this T.T

The anniversary of that night always felt like it dragged on and on, an eternity Kaeya would think with an unamused chuckle. While he's been through many of these nights on his own, this was your first time witnessing the pain he holds in.

"It was raining just like this," he stated, voice barely audible.

You're careful as you walk closer, taking cautious steps as if afraid to ruin this moment. Kaeya is a closed-off man and even though you're in a relationship, more so with you. Seeing him in such a state, so... vulnerable made an indescribable feeling arise in you.

He looked up at you making you still.

Silence falls upon you both as a thoughtful look passes in his eyes. For a moment you swear you see an inkling of fear and uncertainty that only lasted a small second before he seemed to make up his mind.

Kaeya waved you over. "Come here," He took your hand when you got close enough, pulling you into his lap where he held you tightly to him, trying to give himself comfort. "You know, I never really wanted my vision..."

As he continued to talk to you, telling you and expressing everything that you wanted to see and know a little thought in the back of your mind told you the name of that feeling you felt early.

He trusts you.

Starts shined brightly in the sky, making it look like someone dumped gallons of glitter up there. It was a beautiful sight and there was no way you were going to be in your room missing it. Aboard the Alcor, you sat against a wall on the floor, head leaned back as you watched the sky.

You've been traveling with the Crux Crew for a few months now, getting along with everyone and keeping up with what needed to be done. The thought of staying becomes more prominent.

"You're certainly up late,"

And maybe that decision is because of him.

Kazuha smiled down at you, joining your side on the floor with ease. The scent of freshly fallen leaves reached you and you tried to subtly breathe it in. Just his presence always brought a sense of comfort to you.

The two of you fall into a soft conversation, enjoying the cool night breeze. Kazuha was a pretty open guy. He told you about his friend Tomo and what had happened, he's healed from the loss. As a crewmate and his friend, he declared you deserved to know.

That wasn't Kazuha being vulnerable.

No, it's the head that was now resting in your lap. His eyes sparkled as he looked up at you with a look that made your heart skip a beat. It's in the way he allows you to card your fingers through his hair, a soft, in audible sigh leaving his lips.

Kazuha did more than trust you.

He loved you.

You had expected to sleep through the night with such sweet dreams of the days to come, not the sound of someone knocking on your door in a sluggish way. The thought of it being someone drunk who just left the tavern crossed your barely awake mind before your started to drift off once more.

The knocking started up again, but this time you woke up.

You hadn't expected to see a certain bard standing on your doorstep, soaked from the rain. He held no grin that he normally gave when he saw you, the smell of alcohol drifted from him.

"Venti, what are you doing in the rain? You're soaked! What if you catch a cold!?" You're quick to pull him inside, rushing about to get him a towel to help dry him off. "Can Archons even catch colds?"

He chuckles at your question. Weak with no humor.

The sound stopped you in your tracks for a good few minutes before you continue your way to Venti with a warm fuzzy towel in hand. Gently, you remove his little hat, placing that down before moving down to his twin braids, undoing them.

The atmosphere is calm and silent. You hold no pressure to make him talk, he will if he wants to. But at the same time, you wanted him to talk to you, to confine in you what was wrong. Let you help if you were able to.

His head leaned forward, forehead landing on your shoulder and making you stop your ministrations. His shoulders shook, soon followed by the sound of crying.

All you could do is wrap your arms around him and hold Venti. Give him the type of comfort he silently begged for, especially from you. The person that not only held his trust but his heart.

[iamthejinyouarethejin]

Two Days A Week - KNJ ff short ((rm x poc))

"Ah, I couldn't wait to get my hands on you." he grinned, rubbing his nose against yours.

"I know baby..." you cooed, placing a kiss on his cupid's bow, his cheeks cupped in your hands. "You're here with me. That's all I care about right now.

"Baby, baby." His big, warm hands caressed you in all the right places, from your hips to your waist, and even up around your chest.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you, Joon."

"i missed you too baby." His voiced pitched up into a little whine, your stomach churning at the thought of how pretty he'd sound if he did it more often. "It's like I only get to see you two days a week."

"If even that," you mourned, planting a kiss on his neck. "I can try to have my hours adjusted, but Luke isn't gonna budge."

"You can't go to corporate?'

"I can try... I'd have to go through him though. Or HR, and I'm never doing that again." You rambled on some more, not noticing how Kim Namjoon had completely removed your sweater and small sweatshirt and had begun unbuttoning the long, paper-polo underneath.

"Don't focus on that right now, baby girl." Dammit Namjoon, you're one of the only people that can sound so innocent one minute and terrifyingly sexy another.

"Just let me touch you some more. I've been deprived of this beautiful brown skin of yours."

"Have you now?" your eyebrow quirked up.

"I have..." he chuckled. "Plus this is the first weekend we have off, so I'm taking advantage of it."

"The weekend, or me too?"

"You have a habit of getting yourself into little predicaments you can't get out of."

"Maybe I don't want to get out of them," Your lips curled up into a slightly mischevious smile, a finger brushing against his nose. "Ever think about that?"

He hoisted you up on the counter, pulling down your leggings- your underwear with it.

"All the time baby, all the time."

y'all (SMHHH) screaming rn- wtf my goofy ahh shoulda named it 'all the time' or sum

i entitled this THIS bcz i thought it was gonna be fluffy or maybe angst/fluff, not a little bit of fluff to potential head!fem receiving T.T help me Jesus... idk what I'm doing rn... it's 11:34 and it's been a long day... bye luvs

[milkybonya]

u hate me, i love u _ pjh

order 050, @sunoo-bby : small classic milk tea with pudding and crystal tapioca pearls

#: enemies to lovers!, highschool!au, secret admirer, smol little drabble, fluff/minimal angst (?), your secret admirer is the person you hate the most

[💌: the xdinary heroes album is so good T.T also why do i feel like my writing is so awkward here uh </3]

when you open your eyes, you're met with the exact sight you were expecting to see. yet another note slipped between the cracks of your locker door.

you reach for it with a small smile, opening it inside the locker so no one else can see.

y/n

was your weekend okay? it was sunny, so i hope you got to enjoy the weather! the exam is coming up, too.. let's do our best but not get too stressed <3 enjoy this candy! i know it's your favourite :)

i just know you're beautiful today, too, as always ♡

- 꿀

you fold the note again after clutching it to your chest, placing it in the jar within your locker where all his notes are kept.

"reading those stupid notes again?" a voice whispers in your ear, making you jump.

"Jihoon! go away," you shriek, shoving the boy aside before you slam your locker shut.

he cackles dramatically.

"stay deluded," he tells you before walking away.

you glare at his backpack after he turns his back to you, finding a new pin added to his collection on his bag.

'꿀', it reads. the korean word for 'honey'. the same pseudonym your secret admirer uses. must be some crazy coincidence...

-

in class, Jihoon won't stop throwing tiny pieces of paper at you from behind. it frustrates you so much that you ask the teacher to use the bathroom. really, you just end up roaming through the halls, trying to calm down so you can focus again.

somehow, Jihoon finds you again, even in the hallway. unknowing to you, he felt bad and asked the teacher if he could grab some water just so he could run after you.

"can you please just leave me alone right now," you mutter at the ground, not even meeting his eyes once you notice him approaching you.

instead of leaving, he places a warm hand on your shoulder, making you look up.

"i'm sorry if i crossed the line, y/n," he says, his heart racing in his throat.

you've never seen him act so sweetly, so you tilt your head to the side, confused.

-

as you help the teacher collect the homework later that day, you can't stop staring at Jihoon's. the writing looks so familiar... when you ask Jihoon if you can take a photo of Jihoon's homework to check something, he smirks and tells you if you want to copy, you could just ask. you roll your eyes at him and take a photo of his writing, anyway.

you spend the day staring at the photo, wondering why it's so familiar. when you open your locker and your eyes fall on the jar of notes from 꿀, it clicks. you scramble to open one of the notes and compare it to the photo of Jihoon's writing.

it's a perfect match...

-

"your writing in your homework looks exactly like the writing in all these notes. also, you have a 꿀 pin on your backpack. it's too muxh now to be coincidence, no?" you tell Jihoon as you interrogate him after class.

he gulps and looks away.

"do you want me to be your admirer?"

"i--"

you're at a loss for words.

"you've caught me, y/n. and now it's up to you what you'll do next," he says quietly, playing with the strings of his hoodie.

"why are you so mean to me if you're ny admirer?" you ask.

he looks up at you with warm eyes that focus on a loose strand of your hair. his fingers reach out to push it out of your eyes.

"i just didn't want to get caught... so i acted the opposite of what i felt. i'm sorry if you were ever hurt by me."

you're baffled, but if this is your admirer, you can't give up on him so fast.

"take me on a date or two and i'll decide," you say, reaching for his hand.

his sad look turns into a smile as he squeezes your hand.

"really?"

"yes!"

[id-rather-be-an-outsider]

Period

Inumaki Toge x AFAB!GN!Reader

summary: reader is having a bad period, and toge is there to comfort them. very fluffy heehee

word count: 2051

a/n: hi bestiesss, I wrote this because my period hit me like a hell storm and I needed some mfn COMFORT T.T anywho, I hope you enjoy! if you like this and would like to become part of my Toge taglist or my JJK taglist as a whole, let me know via reply, reblog, ask (just make sure you turn anon off so I can see your name lol) or DM! all my love to fellow uterus owners because this shit ain’t for the weak

I check the time. 3:00 p.m.

I’ve been awake since 7:30 a.m. and I’ve only gotten out of bed twice. I’m trying to keep my breathing slow, but it doesn’t stop the pain. A knock on the door, and then a text. From Toge:

“You can come in!” I shout, and he slowly opens the door, his face laced with concern when he sees me. He closes the door behind him, and walks over to my bed. When he sits, I gasp, the bed’s movement sending a jolt of pain through my body. I cry out, “Ah!—” Toge’s eyes widen, and he gets up.

“No, you’re fine, sorry — you didn’t do anything.” He sits back down more carefully, then motions to my state, and raises his brows. What happened? I laugh through the pain. I get why he’s looking at me like I’m dying. “I’m on my period, but the ibuprofen I have isn’t working, and I can’t take acetaminophen. It hurts so bad that I’m nauseous, and dizzy. I feel like my stomach is exploding, like my uterus is being stabbed over and over again, and like I’m gonna shit myself.”

He nods in understanding, then signs eat. “Mustard leaf?” I shake my head.

“No, and if I do eat anything I’m worried I might puke it back up. I just… need stronger ibuprofen and some water. Maybe a granola bar, or something, so I’m not taking it on an empty stomach.”

He looks down slightly and puts his hand on my thigh, his thumb rubbing circles comfortingly. “Spicy Cod Roe.” I feel myself heat up, and not because of my being covered in blankets. His eyes meet mine for half a second and I have to look away, flustered by such a simple gesture.

He slips his other hand into his pocket and grabs his phone out, typing something in his notes. “Tuna.” He shows me.

“Uh, a heating pack for sure, maybe some dark chocolate and some musubi for when I’m not nauseous anymore, and aloe juice, if they have any of the good stuff.” I answer, then think. “Ummm… I have plenty of pads and tampons, so I don’t need those… Do you want money? I can grab some from my wallet.” I offer, but he vehemently shakes his head. He squeezes my thigh a little bit, then lets go. Don’t move. He gets up, points his thumb over his shoulder, and waves goodbye. “Thanks, Toge!” I call after him as he closes my door, but I’m not sure if he heard me, so I text him.

I audibly gasp, my already flustered body now turning on fire. He said I was beautiful? How do I respond to that? What does he mean it as? I lay there, frozen, but drop my phone on my face when another stabbing pain rips its way through my stomach. I groan, clenching my stomach muscles to try and force my focus on something other than the constant ache and brief moments of extreme pain I feel.

I want to cry. Tears prick the corners of my eyes, and it’s everything I can do to keep my lip from quivering because of how bad it is. Another wave of nausea rolls over me, and I hold my breath to lessen the want to puke. My phone vibrates again.

I gasp and hiss as another shooting pain scores up and down my body, this time spreading to my feet. “Ow!” I whimper, the tears I was holding back leaking down my face as my body goes rigid temporarily from the overwhelm. For a second, I think I really am going to throw up this time, but the urge calms itself when I hear the door open and click closed, and see Toge again. “Kelp.” He greets quietly.

I smile tiredly, and he sets the bag down on my nightstand, sitting on the bed and examining my face. He reaches out tentatively, using his thumb to wipe the tears under my eyes, his eyebrows knitting together. “I’m fine, it just… hurts really bad.” His eyes focus on mine, and he sighs, pulling out the different items from the bag. He offers me a hand, using his other arm to support my back as he pulls me into a sitting position.

He unscrews the lid on the ibuprofen and shakes out two, then unscrews the lid on the aloe juice. He offers me the pills, so I daintily grab them from his hand — a white hot sensation as I touch his palm with my fingers — and pop them in my mouth. He holds the drink up to my lips for me, coaxing me to tilt my head back. I take a sip to get the medicine down and I groan as he helps me lay back down. “Thank you, Toge.”

My eyelids are heavy, but as long as it feels like I’m being shredded to pieces, I can’t sleep yet. Toge stands, plugging in the heating pack to the wall and pulling up the covers so I can put it on my stomach, then looks from me, to the bag, to the door, and takes one step toward the door after nodding his head. I reach out my hand for him. It’s a rare moment where I don’t have to say anything for him to know exactly what I mean. Stay?

He nods, climbing over me to lay on the other side of my bed and slipping under the covers. I grunt a little, the shaking of the bed making my stomach churn a bit. It’s soon replaced by a held breath when he wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into him, and nuzzling his face into my neck. He must have pulled his collar down, because I can feel his nose, his breath, and the outer edge of his lips right along my shoulder. I sigh, semi-nervous, but also too tired to care too much.

I yawn. “You should… do this more often. If you want.” He responds by pulling me tighter, and I can feel the curl of his lips as he smiles against me. I smile too, in spite of my uterus trying extra hard to kill me this month. I relax into his hold, sighing once again. “You’re warm, Toge.” I say, wiggling myself to get just a bit closer to him. We can’t be close enough, it seems.

He hums, and grabs his phone again. He types and shows me:

My smile grows from ear to ear, and I must be glowing, because he laughs quietly. I don’t have to see him to know his dimples are on full display, all because of me. His lips press against my collarbone, and he trails soft kisses up my neck, all the way to my jaw. I can’t help but giggle, my giddiness taking me over.

Toge props himself up on his elbows, his silver hair lightly brushing my forehead as he leans over me.

Both of us are frozen — eyes wide and sparkling, all nervous smiles and bated breath. Something tells me to say something, anything. “I can’t look at you without falling for you in ten different ways every time I do.”

This seems to bolster him into action, and as he presses his lips to mine and our eyes close, he breathes life into me. Every word that he never could, never will say, I feel in his passion, his tenderness. My cramps are very much forgotten as my heart skips far too many beats to be healthy, his body keeping me down on the earth, preventing me from floating out into space with the weightlessness I’m feeling, and while it’s a thrill, it’s also a comfort — it feels so right to kiss him.

At long last, we separate from one into two again with panting breaths, and despite wanting nothing more than to stare into his violet eyes, I find I can’t do it for longer than a few seconds before I nearly melt under his gaze. I pull him down next to me, and tuck my head into his chest, throwing a leg over him to get comfortable, and one of his arms holds me close to him, the other holding onto said leg to tug it a little more.

“I don’t think I ever want to leave this bed again, as long as I can get more of those.” I admit, feeling quite silly for saying so.

“Salmon.” He laughs in agreement, then squeezes my leg again, tracing patterns into me. Toge kisses the top of my head, and in return, I plant a kiss of my own on his chest as we settle in for my (finally) peaceful slumber. That is, until someone ruins it.

“Inumaki!” Panda’s voice calls from the hallway, and I groan when he stops right in front of my door. “Inumaki!” He says again as he opens my door, “Are you alive— oh!” He looks from my (very much annoyed) face, to Toge’s (very much annoyed) face, to our (very much entangled) bodies under my mountains of blankets, and conjures the most shit-eating-grin I have ever seen in my life. “Oh, so that’s why you volunteered to check on them— something always told me they were your type.”

Toge scoffs in irritation, sitting up and cursing, “Caviar— Stop talking!” Making sure to push my body behind his own so I don’t get caught in the line of fire. Panda’s mouth immediately closes, but he isn’t completely silenced— he hums in sheer panic, running away, likely to tell the others what he just witnessed once he finally can speak again. Toge hops out of the bed to close the door again, just as quickly jumping back in to strongly pull me into him with a satisfied smirk. He catches me by surprise, kissing me once again, not stopping until the both of us are out of breath, meanwhile dragging my leg over his torso like it was before.

His chest heaves with a sigh, and so does mine. Our eyes finally slip closed, and when my phone vibrates a million times due to different texts from everyone else, I grab it, switch the tiny button on the side to silent, then toss it away from me back on the nightstand. I rub my hand up and down his chest, his toned body better than any heat pack, any prescription ibuprofen, and any dark chocolate. Musubi might be debatable, but if I had to choose between Toge and my favorite food, I’d pick Toge, every time.

[keimisan]

↪ dear cupid- k. baji

- in which you're stupidly in love but baji doesn't get it.

pairing: keisuke baji x fem!reader (could be gn but i used fem pronouns)

wc: 2,591

content/warning: you have an obvious crush on baji, but he doesn't believe you lol, a little bit comedy, FLUFF? FLUFF like finally some fluff, everyone just tortures that boy T.T

not very proud of this, so constructive criticism is accepted. author lady is desperate.

it was yet another morning of you wakening up to the thoughts him, beaming as you stretch your limbs and enthusiastically prepare for the planned day ahead. except it’s a little bit different, a lot lot more when you actually manage to snag baji from the stray cats of the street and get him to meet you alone, no chifuyu matsuno and no toman obstructing your privacy, and pull him into a secluded corner. no matter how courageous you were, how painfully apparent you were at conveying your affections- confessing was still hard. especially when it’s keisuke baji, a man with a head as thick as his impenetrable density.

“baji-kun, i-”

“baji-san, we have an emergency,”

you weren’t sure if you’d felt this emerging heat of rage and embarrassment rise up your cheeks any wilder before, but when your own friend, chifuyu matsuno, just ruined your best attempt at piercing through baji’s thick wall of impermeability- you were sure the killing intent was fiercer than ever before.

keisuke baji turns away faster than a cat could lure him, and strides towards the shorter blonde faster than your mind could comprehend. and in the heat of the moment, with the desperation of your long-planned confession, you end up blurting it in the most irresponsible way you could.

“are you fucking kidding me keisuke baji? i called you here to tell you i like you and you run away with who- chifuyu?!”

you knew by his solid reactions that he hadn’t believed you in the slightest, nor had he taken you with any less than a pinch of salt. he smiled that incredulous smile, the smile of disbelief and amusement coated in the same essence; generally, you swooned over the handsome curve of his lips, but not so when he, along with his stupidly luscious hair, waves you inconsequential yet again.

he simply utters, “uh- great,” and runs off while chifuyu stands there with wide eyes, promptly realizing that he’s about to receive nothing but harsh treatment and scornful grimaces from you for the next few days.

dear cupid,

please work on your aim. in fact, upgrade to something semi-automatic with laser light and night vision.

- sincerely, frustrated.

you have always played the cupid, the praised matchmaker; preferably, a damned snake. you have seen pairs of youngsters promising eternity with a chaste kiss, seen your own friends settle down with someone they looked at with large, floating heart eyes; exampling your own best friend. and you have seen countless guys, falling into your charms that you’d gained by mere experience but to no avail.

you have always played the cupid, yes. but who was going to play the cupid for you?

for the first time when you were assigned to be an exclusive accompanist for chifuyu and his middle-school gang’s much staid meeting, to be there as an advisor, your eyes were stuck on him, stuck on his caramel skin and equally enthralling black hair.

or maybe the melody of his heart that you wanted to call yours, who knew truly?

though you’ve never had to play self-cupid, you also did not thrive in the shadows and succumb to defeat; so you had went up to him several times, initiating a few conversations he waved you through, and excused himself as he had had “shit to handle” that was prominently important.

dammit keisuke baji, spare me some attention before you go pet those cats.

you were baffled, not because of his beauty; but because he challenged and provoked the most critical famine of the world, taunted the driest pitch of parched wells with how uninterested he was in you. much shame on your name, but the one and only boy you ever crushed on, never looked back at you. perhaps you were trying too hard, trying to occupy his eyes as he shut close his locker doors, trying to use chifuyu to pry onto his free times only to find out he discovered petting cats more important than appreciating your company; not to mention, you were also trying your best to drop the hints of a very subtle ‘i really like you dumbass!’

but baji keisuke is dense.

you were the only one struck and punctured by the cupid’s arrow, but that half-naked bastard really wasn’t diligent in his work because he must’ve forgotten that it worked both ways.

dear cupid,

next time hit us both.

- sincerely, damn frustrated.

however, you weren’t really unmotivated.

failure is as constant as success, it’s a life lesson, and nothing to be ashamed of. you inscribe these words from your last internet scrolling session into your brain, punch your fingers into a fist and build up a resolve as thick as baji’s density.

the next he knew, in order to attract him in your charms, you had somehow become the infamous casanova of the institution who all men and women swooned after. with your hair styled in a completely different way than your lackadaisical middle-part, your back in a straight line rather than the usual slouch of a broken spine, your eyes adhering to a natural look with mascara and blush rather than your morning unwashed face. he had to notice anything, even the most obvious of changes in you, or so you’d thought.

but,

“why are you following me,” keisuke says for the tenth time of the day, scowling as you flutter your eyes and muster the sweetest smile- yet traced with witticism- on your lips, garnering faux innocence as you reply with the same words for the tenth time of the day, “because i like you of course.”

the other day, you’d snatched baji as soon as the school bell rang, the boy being in a clear fright the moment he sees you as soon as he lifts his pair of dazzling golden eyes. chifuyu stands at the end of the door, in evident defeat due to his lack of punctuality, and enters into a gawking competition as your death stare renders him completely speechless.

“you ruined my confession, you snitch. let me have my alone time with my crush.”

baji himself was surprised at how his buddy for life stepped back, craning his neck to mutter a last goodbye and running off to who knew where.

keisuke baji never took your seriously, though you’d made it a fact at every chance you’d gotten. you’d been shameless with the countless times you told him you liked him, been rather proactive with how you sculpted your replies and looked him in the eyes, singing as saccharine-sweet as you can, “look at me, not the cat.”

everyone around you knew that you were, doubtlessly, fallen head over heels for the oddity of a touman captain- much courageously. except, obviously, the boy in question.

you were walking home after school today, mercifully letting chifuyu have his dosage of baji-san and deciding to walk alone instead of bothering them any longer. however, what was totally out of your hindsight was a few gang members trailing behind you, inciting a horrendous shiver to run up your spine. you tried to ignore them, initially, since your home wasn’t very far away due to the short route you were taking- except that it wasn’t possible to when one of them grabs your wrist, hauling you behind to face the rest of them, astonished.

it’s at these time you felt that walking with your crush was a form of safety more than anything else.

“you’ve been ignoring us, eh?” the man speaks, and you writhe your wrist in his taut grasp, straining against the clear power he had over you.

it’s at these times you wish you could call keisuke baji your boyfriend.

the other two smirks behind his shoulders, and you mentally, along with somatically, prepare your knees, gathering the most strength you could in the junction of bones as you raise it up- painfully near to knocking him and his reproduction organ towards impotency’s door.

“leave the girl alone.”

however, you don’t get to showcase that talent.

you pivot your head to look at the familiar voice, eyes widening as you take in the silhouette of keisuke, in his intimidating glory and undone hair. it surpasses every hope of whoever you wished to come for your rescue- because in no way could you have thought that someone to be him, someone who was clearly not interested in you. but he was here, in flesh and bones, hands tucked into the pocket as his canine teeth makes a perilous appearance under his grimacing lips.

the men before you step back in fear as whispers coat your surroundings, the one before you saying,“it’s the toman captain!” the other trips behind and scrambles off like a traitor, his voice audible in incomprehensible stutters. another mumbles a, “he lit a car on fire!” as he too, takes the route of his friend.

and in a flash, they were gone.

while you didn’t really need baji to frighten them off, you were sure to inscribe this memory into your fond memories.

you saunter towards him, feet skipping steps and face simpering. the very daunting baji keisuke, reeking with strength and superiority, still falters when you step a little too close to him; and his eyes hesitantly fall over to your giddy orbs, the fear of your unpredictable actions evident in him.

“oh my gosh, baji keisuke!” you cheer, clapping your hands together as a love-struck pretense takes over you, “i just fell for you even more.”

baji turns away, beginning to walk in the opposite direction, seemingly done with your playful coquetry, “stop joking y/n.”

“why would i joke? of course i like you.”

its like a bolt of thunder strikes the solemn ambience when he halts abruptly, his booted heels stuck to the road and face aghast as he looks ahead. it makes your smile fall from your lips, along with your hands that nervously twiddle with your own fingers behind your back, anticipating what the stoic golden-eyed individual would say next.

baji cranes his neck to catch you behind him, mouth hesitating before he gives in, “do you really….like me?”

your hands itch to shield a shy smile that tugs vigorously at your lips, but you bite the flesh instead, walking closer to the other, “i thought i was obvious enough, baji-kun.”

he still seems to be in severe disbelief, eyes scrunched as he scrutinizes your face for any evidence that you were joking. but you look at him with all the flirtatious insinuation secreted behind, lips in a fond smile that had him reconsidering his own assumptions.

“do you mean it? you’re really not just messing with me?”

“keisuke baji,” you hold his cheeks into your palms, pressing onto his skin with petite force, “i’ll say this for the nine hundred and seventy fourth time, i really like you. i like you so so much but you don’t pay me attention.”

for once, his eyes imitate that of a cow, brows shyly deviating in fluster as the tip of his ears take on a deep crimson- rendering him unable to move and unable to avoid the resolute intent glimmering behind your smiling eyes.

and you take the best opportunity, simpering, “go out with me?”

haters would say that he spoke with impassivity, or that he’s made the driest confession ever. but your testimony is far different. you’ve felt the sincerity through his arched eyes and seen the ulterior emotions in his few words. you’ve felt the gentle touch of his hands that held yours above his cheeks, felt the reluctant frisson of his lips, the flustered breaths of his nose.

“well i guess, you’re likeable.”

dear cupid,

i love you, you bastard.

but don’t worry it’s platonic.

- sincerely, happiest.

“guess what fuyu? guess what fuyu? fuyuuuu,” chifuyu aggressively heaves his arm in an attempt to get you, the synonym of an adhesive bug that spoke, off of him. but to no avail, since you only but cling onto him tighter, forcing your best friend to distance himself from his own arm.

“i’m dating keisuke baji! my gosh!”

chifuyu snaps his attention towards you, plain shock covering his lineaments as he blurts, “wait, h-he agreed? are you serious?”

you nod vigorously, stars of vigilance falling under the crease of your eyes and chifuyu remains purely astonished, his features refusing to hide the obvious and offensive shock he’s gotten from your news. his mouth agape and yours pulled into a far too joyous smile- you cannot but enunciate in happy words, “he didn’t turn me down!”

and then your hands are pried off of chifuyu’s limp arm by none other than your recently acquired lover- who untangles your fingers and swiftly pulls you to his side, causing a flitter of zoo to erupt in your stomach, “i guessed it wouldn’t be gentlemanly of me to turn her down.”

chifuyu sneers at baji’s comment, and you click your tongue in amusement, “where was this thought when you burned that car?”

baji doesn’t snicker back, instead, his face contorts into one of embarrassment as his fingers scratch the back of his neck, willfully avoiding your gaze. chifuyu, on the other hand, straightens up- mouth still blatantly agape and eyes still symmetrically surprised, “this is my last day. my desires have been fulfilled, baji-san has become well-behaved. it is time,” he takes a dramatic pause, breathing in a heavy whiff of air along with a voluntary choke in the middle, “i take my farewell.”

to your surprise, baji ushers him out with a not so subtle, “get the fuck out.”

you watch as the latter pessimistically walks out, not forgetting to spare you both a look before he excuses himself outside the door. while the scene in itself is comical, you don’t miss to notice how this is the first time keisuke baji has chased out his buddy of life, that too, for you- something you’d never have thought would happen in your wildest dreams.

while the fondness coats your ears, you instincts move with involuntary nerves and before you realized it, your lips had already planted a chaste kiss on his cheeks. the bewilderment is clear in both your eyes, much more so for you when kissing him out of the blue totally wasn’t your intent.

however, you try to sneak yourself out from the discomfiture that only escalates with baji’s widened eyes, “thanks for umm, for chasing my rival out.”

baji snaps back into reality with your voice, stammering with fluster and emotions you knew he probably couldn’t explain. but he catches himself rather soon, clearing his throat as he says, “chifuyu is not your rival y/n.”

you snicker with mockery, “of course he is, you both were practically boyfriends. i cannot brush him off just because you chose me, old passion dies hard you see.”

“you’re the only one i like y/n.”

“you’re- oh,”

this time, you’re the one who’s flabbergasted with lips stuttering to form even a coherent word. as you turn away, the simplicity of a smile too much coated with lover’s fluster behind his back, and eyes crinkling with the flush that had your cheeks warming up- you speak, unbalanced as ever, “i mean, yeah, same i guess.”

and as baji’s hand slithers around your waist to guide you out, you swear you could never get used to it.

dear cupid,

i fucking love you. not more than him, but yeah. perhaps i’ll leave you money to upgrade your technology.

sincerely, fucking elated.