#i feel' & determine that i just think hes cool platonically

[sydmarch]

the unbearable weight of unreplied to text messages

[gay-dorito-dust]

Can you please do one where the reader is Stan and ford’s childhood friend? I’d imagine that they would both be SUPER protective, and later in adulthood they move in with does to help with his research. Stanley and ford secretly developed a crush on them over time but neither have admitted their feelings 🤭🤭

I made this one too fucking long as well the to might need to make a part two as not to overwhelming people.

You probably threw sand in some bullies eyes when they didn’t leave poor Ford alone/ and or comforted Ford alongside Stan afterwards bc confrontation wasn’t your thing. Either way it didn’t take long for you, Stan and Ford to become a well known trio in the town of New Jersey, one was never seen without the other two trailing behind.

You three were inseparable.

Ford was the brains and intellect

Stan was the protective fighter

And you were the mediator, the confidant, the person who’d encourage the twins to keep moving forward for that was the only way to go.

The mystery trio you called yourselves as you’d spend countless hours on the beech, searching for the abnormal and mysterious with nothing but your flashlights and determination to make a name for yourselves.

You didn’t give a shit about Ford’s six fingers, you thought they were cool and told him often that you were jealous.

‘Why?’ He’d ask.

‘It’s cooler to be different than it is to fit in the norm.’ You’d tell him as you’d both sit somewhere overlooking the beach, hearing the cries of seagulls and the crashing of the waves against the sandy beaches. ‘One day everyone is going to try and find something abnormal about themselves to fit in, as though they weren’t the same people who’d shun people for being a little different. They’ll never admit that they’re the bad guy and all they want is attention and will throw a tantrum when they don’t get it.’

You then placed a hand on Ford’s shoulder and squeezed. ‘So don’t listen to them Stanford, you’ll make a name of yourself one day and they’ll all flock to you like moths to a flame. High six?’ You raised your hand.

‘High six.’ Ford replied as you high-fived/ high-sixed each other.

Their dad didn’t like you but you didn’t give a shit because you didn’t like him all that much either with how he treated Stanley in comparison to Ford and would often refuse to go to their house when you knew he was there.

Shermie pines however adored you for keeping her boys in line and being their friend and practically adopted you into the family as she would then move her attention to her sons.

‘So which one of you is going to fall for them first?’ She would ask as Stan and Ford look at her with flustered cheeks.

‘They’re just a friend!’

‘Yeah a friend!’ The twins defective words would overlap which didn’t help their matching blushes that looked like cherry tomatoes by now.

Shermie would then throw her arms over the boys’ shoulders and said. ‘That’s what they all say until it becomes harder to ignore what you truly feel for them. Now it might be platonic but what about later on in the future where you look at them and suddenly think about planning a future with them.’

Now at this point neither Ford nor Stan truly understand what they felt for you at the time, they only thought they were being your protective friends who’d glare at whoever from behind your back if they caught them looking at you weird. They thought they were looking out for you much like you did for them as they stood on either side of you like two towering towers.

After all they didn’t have that many friends besides each other form such a young and so having you in their corner made you all the more special to the brothers.

You and Stan would playfully rough house, doddle in the margins of a notebook or write in code that you’ve only just made up on the spot to one, another and just do dumb goofy stuff in your spare time.

You and Ford would read, come up with theories about the things in New Jersey to make them more interesting than they were, go on a ‘monster chase of the week’ type of adventures when you were bored and in need of thrills.

Stan and Ford were your boys and you would have their backs no matter what as they always had yours in return. Much how like you made Cathy’s life hell after she threw punch at Ford, thinking that standing in solidarity with him as you and Stan both threw punch at each other and making a right ass of yourselves in order to make Ford feel better.

You and Stan then tp’d the bitches house and probably caused property damage but if they couldn’t see the person who did it, then did it actually happened in the first place? (Stans logical explanation to why tp someone’s house in the dead of night was a great guise.)

Or the time you had gotten stood up on a date and Stan threatened the beat the little shit up while Ford - equally as upset at the coward who stood you up- was more focused on comforting you and reminding you of your self worth and how it should be dictated by you alone and not some temporary crush.

You thought that it would be you, Ford and Stanley against everyone, that you’d get to live with them until you were old and grey but life ultimately took you and Ford in different directions from Stanley, who at this point had resorted to conning people for a living after being kicked out of the house by his cunt of a father.

The rift between the brothers that you though wouldn’t split from another for more then five minutes was larger then you’d like to admit, and it broke your heart to see them stand across from one another rather then beside each other.

Your parents refused to take him in afterwards despite your begging and pleading that you’ll do better in school if they house Stanley for a while. Needless to say you were gutted about not having your friend in your life that you didn’t take to your parents for a good while.

You did fairly well in school and ended up in Backupsmore university with Ford, who found a new friend in fiddleford and spent countless days and nights in the library doing extensive studies on the abnormal and the mysterious. You and Ford didn’t have as much time for each other as you use to as kids, that and you couldn’t contact Stanley who was god knows where, god knows what and getting into a fuckton of trouble. You missed it when days were a hell of a lot more simpler but that’s not how life worked and you were being told this constantly.

Ford was excelling at everything while you were average at best and while Ford tried to help, he could tell your heart wasn’t in to listening what he had to say and he knew the reason why.

‘You miss Stan.’ He says one day when you came to his dorm for help.

‘And you don’t seem to miss him one bit.’ You replied as you doodled a cartoon version of yourself, Stan and Ford celebrating a well earned victory over some weird lake monster that had a comedically large bump on it head.

‘He ruined his own life y/n why can’t you accept that.’ He reminds you but it was obvious that you weren’t so willing to hear him out as you use to be. ‘I could’ve helped him Ford, I could’ve!’ You cried.

‘But he didn’t want your help, he was on the path of self destruction and he didn’t want you getting caught in the aftermath of it all.’ Ford said as he placed his hand on your shoulder, much like you did to him when you were younger. ‘Stan is stubborn but wouldn’t avoid you for no reason.’ Ford adds as you look at him.

‘And how would you know that?’ You asked, brow raised.

‘Because I wouldn’t avoid you for no reason either.’ Ford admitted and you swore your saw a blush cut across his face. This conversation never gets brought up again by Ford as no matter how often you reminded him of it, he’s try to change the subject to something else entirely with a nervous laugh and shifty eyes.

You knew something was up and hated being left in the dark but you knew Ford was equally as stubborn as his brother, whether that’s something he’d like to admit or not. However life moved on and so did you as soon you found yourself becoming Ford’s assistant and moving to Gravity Falls, a small town not on any map but had a reputation for being a little odd much like its residence.

[pinchofhoney]

be careful what you wish for

coriolanus snow x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

warning: platonic relationship, quite angst-ish, text in italics is a flashback

summary: Turning in a district boy to the authorities felt like the right thing to do for Coriolanus. But what if, in doing so, he betrayed you as well?

a/n: absolutely no one asked for it, but i'll deliver it to you anyway<33 i'd say have fun but i'm not sure i'd be appropriate here

pages that may interest you: masterlist ♡ taglist ♡ who i write for

taglist: @watercolorskyy

gif is not mine, credit to the owner

The moment Sejanus shared Billy Taup's escape plan with you, there wasn't much hesitation on your part. It's not that you acted without thinking; it's just that you didn't need much time to decide.

The summer was scorching, feeling like an unending oven. The sun never let up, and even when you hoped for cooler nights, the heat lingered. You've gotten used to the coal dust that's practically become your second skin in District 12, but what truly got to you wasn't the clinging dirt. It was the musty scent of men's sweat, a scent that clung to the air, heavy with the hard work that defined your daily life.

Being one of the few female Peacekeepers among a crowd of men wasn't your ideal situation. Many other girls had come and gone, unable to stand the sacrifices the job demanded, but you stood your ground, determined to prove yourself in this role, even if serving in this particular district wasn't your dream come true.

At least until a certain point.

When you first arrived in District 12, your main goal was to pass your officer's exam as quickly as possible and secure a transfer elsewhere. But when young Plinth kindled the idea of a life beyond authority and rules, the seed of belief in freedom took root within you. The very thought of it resonated in your mind, sounding truly incredible, and you couldn't wait to leave the filthy district behind, escaping through a gap in the wire mesh fence.

But, of course, life wouldn't be too easy if everything just went as planned, right?

One moment, you were getting ready with Sejanus and the other rebels, gathering the basics for your escape north to the supposedly destroyed District 13. The next, you found yourself standing behind one of the empty houses on the Seam with Coriolanus. He held onto your shoulders, telling you urgently that you had to leave the District as soon as possible.

“What?” was the first word that slipped from your lips, your brows furrowed in confusion as you looked at your friend. “Isn't that exactly what we're working on?” you added, slightly amused, pushing Coriolanus' hands off your shoulders.

Shaking your head, you were about to update him on your progress when he caught your forearm again. “I think you misunderstood me, Y/N,” he said, his face dead serious. “You need to get out of here now,” he continued, and seeing your raised eyebrow, he almost gritted the last word through his teeth.

“What do you mean, Coryo?” you asked, breaking the silence after staring at him for a while, tired of him speaking in riddles.

Now Coriolanus was the one staying silent, his cool eyes fixed on you. You couldn't decipher his expressions; it felt like he was betraying a hundred feelings at once and, at the same time, nothing at all.

“I… um, there's…” the blond man started, stumbling over his words, unsure how to share the information he needed to tell you. “There's a chance that the talk Sejanus and I had, which you joined not long ago, about your escape plan, might have been fully recorded by one of the jabberjays.”

You seemed not to grasp the gravity of Coriolanus' words, so you stared at him, searching for any hint in his eyes that he might be joking.

“Okay, so what?” you eventually asked, once again furrowing your brows, this time with a bit less intensity.When a twig snapped around the building's corner, you quickly turned, thinking it might be someone eavesdropping, but finding only a small hedgehog, you shifted your attention back to the boy in the bluish uniform.

“So what?” Coriolanus repeated your question, unable to believe your difficulty in connecting the dots. “Y/N, these birds are headed to the Capitol. To the lab of the woman who’s the Head Gamemaker of the Hunger Games. And do you know what the Capitol authorities do to rebels?” he asked the question, not waiting for your response. “They hang them on the hanging tree, Y/N.”

You stared at Coriolanus, steadying yourself with a hand against the wooden building. With every word he spoke, you felt the color drain from your face.

“How… How did this happen?” you asked, trying to keep your emotions in check.

Coriolanus happily took care of the mockingjays, moving their cages, tagging them, and passing them along. As Bug left with the fiftieth cage, Sejanus burst into the room, full of excitement. He shared the good news about the upcoming package from his mother with his friends, watching Bug leave with a smile before turning to Coriolanus, who had just finished dealing with the bird marked as number 1.

The bird chirped in its cage, mimicking the last mockingbird, but once Bug was gone, Sejanus' cheerful expression faded, replaced by a troubled look. He glanced around the hangar to ensure they were alone before speaking in a quiet voice.

“Listen, we've only got a few minutes. I know you might not like what I'm about to do, but I need you to at least understand it. After what you said the other day, about us being like brothers, well, I feel I owe you an explanation. Please, just hear me out.”

This was the moment, the confession.

Now was the time for the pieces to be explained, especially about the alliance with rebels and money that he found in Sejanus' belongings. Once Coriolanus heard it, he'd be as good as one of them, a traitor to the Capitol.

Panic, running, or trying to silence Sejanus could be expected, but Coriolanus did none of these things. Instead, his hands moved instinctively. His left hand adjusted the cover of the jabberjay cage, while his right, hidden from Sejanus's view by his body, reached for a remote on the counter. Coriolanus pressed RECORD, and the jabberjay fell silent.

Turning his back to the cage, Coriolanus leaned on the table with his hands, waiting.

In the middle of Sejanus' explanation, you dashed into the hangar like a hurricane itself.

“There you are!” you exclaimed, both happy and a bit annoyed to find young Plinth. “Why didn't you wait for me? I said I wanted to go to Coryo with you,” you added, crossing your arms on your chest as you closed the gap between the boys and yourself.

It seemed that Coriolanus, noticing you in the hangar, tensed up a bit. He glanced briefly at the cage with the bird recording the conversation on the table, but neither of you or Sejanus noticed, and together, you continued explaining your plan to him.

During your report, where you and Sejanus competed over who could give Coriolanus more details, he lowered his head and rubbed his brow with his fingertips. It looked like he was trying to gather his thoughts, unsure how long he could stay silent without seeming suspicious.

But Sejanus rushed on, “I couldn't leave without telling you. You've been like a brother to me. I'll never forget what you did for me in the arena. I'll find a way to let Ma know what happened to me. And my father, too. I'll let him know the Plinth name lives on, even if it's in obscurity.”

The mention of the Plinth name was enough.

Coriolanus's left hand found the remote, and he pressed the NEUTRAL button with his thumb. The jabberjay resumed its earlier song.

Something caught Coriolanus's attention. “Here comes Bug.”

“Here comes Bug,” the bird echoed in his voice.

“Hush, you silly thing,” he scolded the bird, secretly pleased it had returned to its normal pattern. Nothing to alert both of you. He quickly covered the cage with a cloth and marked it with J1.

“I swear, I have no idea,” Coriolanus lied, wearing a worried expression. “While rearranging the cages, one of them must have snagged the remote control.”

You lightly bit your lower lip, eyeing your friend. Without any reason to doubt him, you finally let out a shaky breath.

Gazing up at the sky, you counted to three in your mind to steady your nerves. Then, you looked back at Coriolanus.

“Does Sejanus know?”

“Of course, I told him first,” he lied again, his gaze fixed beyond your shoulders without losing the concerned look on his face.

“God, what are we going to do now?” nerves took over every cell in your body as you asked another question. You leaned against the wooden building, slowly lowering yourself until you were sitting on the ground.

You lifted your head to meet Coriolanus's eyes, and he crouched in front of you, placing his hand on one of your knees.

“Hey, don't stress. You're heading back to the base now. Pack what you need, and tonight, you'll slip out of the district just like you planned with the rebels. You'll meet Sejanus at the lake, alright?” he spoke with a calmness, almost like talking to a kid, trying to reassure you.

Even though Coriolanus despised rebels — those who went against the Capitol's rules — he didn't want you to suffer the consequences that would surely befall Sejanus. He had nothing against you; in fact, he genuinely liked you. Your innocence about a better life beyond the Capitol's control wasn't his concern because you hadn't caused him any trouble, unlike young Plinth who had stirred up problems more than once.

“But won't it be suspicious if I suddenly vanish? They'll be searching for me, Coryo. They'll find me and punish me,” you said, placing your hand on his.

“I told you not to worry, remember?” Coriolanus replied, a bit sharper but still maintaining his reassuring tone. “I'll figure something out. No one's going to harm you.”

“But Coryo, you-” you began, but he quickly cut you off.

“Enough, Y/N,” Coriolanus said firmly, standing up from his crouch. “Get up. We're heading back to base,” he reached out a hand to you, which you took after a moment's hesitation. He helped you stand, silently conveying to act naturally before stepping out from behind the building.

You had no choice but to go along with Coriolanus' questionable plan, clinging to the hope that he knew what he was doing.

Little did you grasp the reality—that he was the cunning architect behind the recorded conversation. Sejanus wouldn't show up at the lake beyond District 12's boundaries. Instead, his fate would take a dark turn as he dangled lifeless from a tree in a matter of days.

[thesharktanksdriver]

Specs of Stardust (platonic)

I really can’t wait to get to determination! Y/n and the straw hats so instead I thought I’d post little interactions/headcanons of some of the stuff they’d do

I swear I’m working on the Roger pov it’s just this popped into my head and sometimes switching between things in writing helps with my burnout

Masterlist for the series here

Tagged: @peachsuka28 @emptynessinmyworld @badluckinfrench @j-s-l-m @tigerfang-rage @madokamagicaa @rymtea @angstylittleb1tch @badluckinfrench @emmbny @kenkenmaaa @yunho-leeknow @chibiduck @spqce-bun @coca-cola-fiend @Koifishpoond

Luffy

The best way to describe these two in a room is that Luffy does something stupid and y/n just goes with the flow following him

The rabid golden retriever and the chill black cat

The dumbass duo, rabid dumbass and chill dumbass

Once did the impossible and shared food with y/n because they gave him a dessert Sanji made (the rest of the crew thought they were mass hallucinating)

Y/n gives him cool rocks that they find, they’ve both now made it a goal to collect a rock from every place they go

Gives y/n piggyback rides 24/7

And no one else can give y/n piggyback rides cause that’s captains privilege apparently

Occasionally when going into battle he gives y/n his straw hat to keep safe

Has semi-adopted one of y/n’s crows named Aurelius which he aptly calls Steve. Aurelius does not like him nor being called Steve

Aurelius keeps pecking at him but Luffy thinks it’s showing affection

Both throw caution to the wind about their own personal safety but if the other is hurt they will pummel someone

When he accidentally ends up in the ocean y/n jumps in after to save him forgetting they’ll sink too

Y/n acts a distraction for Sanji so Luffy can raid the fridge at 3 am

When y/n sleeps in the male quarter (they do regular switches between the female and male sleeping quarters) he has y/n tell him stories to make him go to bed easier

Likes to make y/n laugh

Likes to pinch Luffy cause they think it’s funny how he’s rubber

When Luffy says something really stupid sometimes y/n likes to write it down in a journal exclusively called “Luffy quotes”

So far some of y/n favourites are “the colour orange is named after oranges”, “if I get reincarnated I wanna be a clam”, “I am rubber and you are fat, don't you dare touch my hat” and “if you hungry, eat”

Sometimes the two of them make weird animal calls to scare Ussop

Speaking of the two, unfortunately for the rest of the crew they now have to deal with Luffy’s pranks now getting worse because y/n actually helps him plan them now

Ussop still has nightmares of when he woke up covered in bird seed and was almost taken away by the flock

As does Sanji when he realizes he’s been betrayed by y/n who’s let Luffy raid the fridge once more

Sometimes y/n likes to ask him about his childhood, they find it so oddly funny that he’s the son of Dragon, grankid of Garp, became brother of Ace and was semi-adopted by shanks

They also like to hear about it cause they always worried Ace wouldn’t find good people

Luffy whines it’s unfair y/n doesn’t fully die in water like he would before being smacked on the head by either Nami or Sanji

When having to give history exposition y/n is the only one who can dumb it down so Luffy can understand and pay attention for over 2 seconds

Sometimes will proceed to forget y/n asleep on his back and jump into battle

Even when finding out y/n is immortal has still not figured out their connection with Ace or Roger

Both like to sit on the figure head of the ship and occasionally nap there

By doing this not have fell off several times only for Zoro to save them

Luffy just kinda somehow know how y/n is feeling and y/n similarly knows how Luffy is feeling

Instead of buying Luffy stuff y/n just shares whatever they get with him since they have relatively the same taste in nick knacks

Similarly Luffy kinda just shares his stuff with them in return

The Luffy and y/n stuff pile is ever growing

Luckily Nami has not yet found out about it

Ussop on the other hand has and is joining in on the stuff pile

As does chopper

No one can really distinguish who’s stuff was who’s anymore but they don’t care

They now have an entire storyline happening with different characters

Y/n has a new journal for this exclusively for lore

Both are always hungry, while Luffy is open about it y/n isn’t

Somehow though Luffy caught onto this and now demands for for the both of them

“Shishishishi tell me another one!” Your captain says excitedly rocking back and forth as you both sit on the merrys figurehead, smiling you nod thinking of what to tell him “have I told you about the time I met a samurai?”

You jolt awake with a small groan as you lift your head off of resting in the crook of Luffy’s neck, the sounds of battle now invading your ears. “Luffy did you have to get the marines attention when I was sleeping on your back?” At hearing this the boy pauses, his extended out rubber arm hitting a marine in the face sending the guy flying back “shishi sorry”. At that you can’t help but sigh, he most definitely wasn’t.

Sitting at the table you watch as Luffy lists off the entire menu to the poor waiter, the retail worker shaking in their boots as he seemingly finishes and their gaze turns to you. “Oh, I’m fine-“ before you can finish Luffy cuts you off with a blinding grin “they’ll have the same as me!” And then you see the waiter’s hope drain even more impossibly so from their eyes.

Zoro

Mihawks reluctant kids that ended up on his island and he accidentally adopted duo

Before knowing their immortal he thought that they were mihawks secret love child or something after baratie

Bribes y/n with sword lessons if they side with him against Sanji

Sometimes the two of them switch bandana’s

When he naps sometimes y/n joins him, when this happens he makes sure to take a protective hold of them just in case of turbulent waves

Other times when he naps he’ll wake up with an umbrella set up for him

Doesn’t know it’s y/n and Chopper who put flowers in his hair when he’s knocked out and assumes it’s Sanji which leads to a yelling match

Speaking of chopper, both he and y/n like to hang off of Zoro’s arms like monkey bars and zoro uses them as weights when he’s doing push ups

When he ends up lost y/n somehow has the miraculous uncanny ability to find him

But sometimes when he gets lost y/n ends up joining him for fun

Has kept y/n from unknowingly being mauled by wild animals because for some reason they either love or hate y/n

Likes to ask them about any swordsmen they’ve met on their journeys

The one who typically has to save Luffy and y/n when they end up in water

Y/n likes to joke that he and Sanji are an old divorced couple to others on the crew much to his chagrin

Zoro’s actually pretty observant of y/n due to their instinct to shrug off injuries

Y/n calls out this hypocrisy but it doesn’t change anything

He actually really ends up liking y/n’s flock when the murder of crows occasionally stop by

The one he really connects with though is one named Acantha

She likes to perch on his scabbards and seems to almost guard them when he’s not around

Y/n once fell down the stairs and he almost had a heart attack

After this he instinctively watches to make sure they don’t fall again

When y/n has nightmares and cries in their sleep he almost always ends up waking up

It keeps him up at night

The mornings after he subtly tries to keep an eye on them to see if their ok

Y/n about to fight a one off villain and being confused they ran off without them doing anything, Zoro behind them glaring with his swords out at said villain

Whenever y/n is on look out duty he typically volunteers to do it with them or take over for them

Sometimes game stares off into space he gets their attention by flicking their forehead

Has and continues to use y/n as an arm rest since chopper is too short in comparison

Has fell asleep while doing this but is always woken up by Sanji yelling at him

Will either carry y/n slung over his shoulder or tucked between his arm and side

Y/n constantly wonders how he talks with a sword in his mouth

Or how he came up with that idea in the first place

Sometimes when they end up islands y/n buys him sword themed things, like sword polish or even a small rack to display them

In return Zoro buys y/n journaling gear since he sees them sometimes writing in a small diary and also gets them things that he notices catches their eye

….100% bought y/n the journal of Uta that needs a password and when opened loudly plays a low quality version of Genesis

He regrets this decision when he’s woken up to it at 3 am

“Y/n where are we? Luffy said he’d meet us around this time in the centre of this town” the green haired swordsman says looking around at the people who were also in the same abandoned building as the two of you. They all looked weird, one was a big muscle dude, another looked like a ninja with pink hair, a samurai, a blond dude in a tracksuit and some weirdo with a forehead tattoo. “Zoro how do we always end in situations like this?” You ask.

“I’ll teach you more sword tricks if you agree with me next time Swirly brows gets in a fight with me” he says suddenly waking up from his nap as you rested tucked between his arm, for a moment there’s silence and then you nod making him give an almost vicious grin towards the kitchen of the merry.

“So wait, you thought I was mihawks kid?” You question with an eyebrows quirked up, zoro with a bit of embarrassment nods. “Well, I assumed so since he gave you that little blade of yours” he says pointing a finger to Mihawks gift currently in its scabbard “but he just gave me a sword? How does that make you think I’m his kid?”. He gives you an impressed stare, “Mihawk does not just gift anyone anything let alone a sword plus whatever else he gave you. Doesn’t help that he acted like your damn dad afterwards” and after hearing that you let out a small “oh”.

Sanji

The seafood duo, aka the 5 michelin star chef and the kid who once boiled and ate their own boots (it was not tasty but they did it)

Since Sanji was the first strawhat encountered who knew y/n previously (the others being Chopper, Brook and Jimbe) he Was the first one to know about y/n’s immortality due to his prior experience with them

So it’s safe to say that he takes that secret to heart especially when y/n says they aren’t quiet ready to reveal themself just yet

It still felt too soon and they wanted to be treated normal for a bit longer (their words not his)

So he respects that decision even if he knows Luffy and the others wouldn’t make it a big deal

If anything Luffy would probably think it’s cool and move on

But even if that’s his opinion he swears to keep that secret until their comfortable

And he does so with the upmost respect he can and even covers for y/n sometimes

Due to knowing y/n he’s also the one who worries for them the most, especially when realizing the stories they once told on that island have become more fractured in time

Even their memory of that place is much more hazy

Like a film put over a picture, changing its focus and making it blurry

So he does his best to remind y/n, adding in the details he remembers them now forgetting as they write down the stories

Bribes y/n like Zoro to help win arguments via making them any sweet or desert of their fancy

When y/n is aimlessly pacing around deck he has them help out in the kitchen quite a bit!

Typically he has them help with preparing small things but lets them help with bigger tasks once learning they have some prior kitchen experience

At a port he got y/n an apron that matched his and he had Nami embodier it with their name

Is going insane trying to figure out y/n’s preferences because they say their literally fine with anything

Has made them go through entire taste tests and still cannot figure anything out

He’s chainsmokes more than usual after yet another failed test when y/n says they don’t mind salted black liquorice

Cries and chain smokes when y/n tells him they once boiled and ate their own boots

Almost cried when they pick up on some of his French words

Calls y/n stuff like “petite étoile” and “petite lueur”

After Alabasta y/n joking calls him “Mr. Prince” from time to time

Whenever he makes stuff for Nami and Robin he also makes some for y/n

When Luffy complains about this he always says “women and children come first”

Y/n sometimes clings to his legs, he always chuckles and lets them do so unless it’s dangerous

The only one allowed to raid the kitchen for snacks other than Chopper is y/n

Both of them abuse this privilege but he can’t resist their combined puppy eyes

Once finding out through Luffy that y/n is more hungry than they say they are he now makes them bigger portions

He swears they have a similar stomach to Luffy but he can’t be mad at them

Not when they seem to starve themself rather than tell others their hungry

Due to this he now carries small snacks just in case

Wants to meet whoever “Thatch” is so they can trade recipes and have a cook off

Also to find out through him how he feeds over 1000 people cause he has 2000 stomachs due to the combined forces of Luffy and y/n

Was at first iffy about the crows until a bunch of the birds started eating the leftover scraps he couldn’t incorporate into dishes or was going bad

So he grows to like the feathered flock since they help in not wasting anything

His favourite is one named Blanche who’s an albino crow the murder adopted as their own after finding her abandoned

She reminds him of a dove and of how he too was abandoned by a previous family but found a new one

She also delivers letters back fourth from Zeff for him

He adds a little blue ribbon tied to her leg

When staying in the boys quarters y/n often times has Sanji help them in taking care of themself properly

Mostly cause y/n would just pass out on the floor or stay up till 6 pm if not

Brushes y/n’s hair if Nami or Robin doesn’t do it

Also loves to style it via y/n’s suggestion

let’s y/n borrow his clothes when seeing that Nami had to drag them to a clothing store to actually buy them something other than the clothes they wear everyday

Sanji will never admit it but sometimes he has nightmares of when they had died and on those nights silently checks to make sure their still there

Y/n will never admit to him how many times they’ve starved to death alone on their raft

Mostly for his own peace of mind and their own

Y/n likes to buy Sanji food themed stuff like magnets, dishes and keychains

Sanji meanwhile buys them candies and other odd things he’d think y/n would like, for example Hawaiian shirts and plushies

“Petite étoile! I made you something!” Sanji yelled across the deck, looking towards him you see a Soda float on a small platter. Luffy eyes it hungrily though Sanji notices and he swiftly knocks the young captain with his leg. You giggle out a “thanks Sanj” which makes the swirly browed preen in a mixture of pride and genuine happiness.

“And that’s when…..” pausing in your story you try to think back, the details of which now seemed to escape you. Sanji clears his throat, giving you a sad smile as he then adds in for you “that’s when the musician taught you piano” at that your memory jogs slightly and you smile “and ukulele”

Sitting at the table you eye the small labeled plates with different tastes and textures, all tasted good and even if it didn’t you’d still eat it. But despite that Sanji sits across from you with a defeated look on his face, cigarette sitting numbly in his mouth. “Sanji it’s on really, I’m fine with anything” at saying this his temper seems to flare ever so slightly, something that reminds you of Zeff “you have to have some preference!”. “Well I mean…I ate my boots before. Nothing can be worse than that” once more that seemed to be the wrong thing to say as the cigarette falls from his mouth as he mutters “you what?!?”

Nami

The orange blossom pair

Is one of the first to pick up on the fact y/n might be immortal due to Arlong one day talking about a human child on the sun pirates boat before one that had betrayed them

At the time Nami wrote it off though, more horrified at the fact y/n was a pirate

It brought up a lot of memories of her childhood she does not like to reminisce on

But before joining the crew and after she tends to stick nearby y/n as a big sister presence

Not hovering over their shoulder but just far enough away to watch and make sure their ok

Especially when she wasn’t initially sure if Luffy and Zoro

To be honest Nami always wanted to be a big sister, especially since she in a way wants to make up for everything Nojiko went through due to her

So she takes to caring for y/n the best she can

Especially when seeing that y/n does not to care of themself at all

She’s plain horrified at how they walk off a broken leg, haven’t had a bath in months that wasn’t in salt water, doesn’t care for their hair and leaves stuff stuck in it, along with essentially starving themself sometimes

Nami quickly makes it a goal to change that with the efforts of Sanji

She gives y/n “discounts” when she charges the crew for stuff

The discount is actually free because she’d feel too guilty in charging a child

Along with the fact that y/n spends the pocket money she gives them on gifts for everyone but themself

Speaking of which she charges said person who got a gift with an import fee because that money the gift was purchased with was technically Nami’s

The only one who does not object to this fee is Sanji

Another fee she makes is a y/n hug fee, since as y/n’s appointed big sister she thinks y/n should be compensated for being hugged by a bunch of stinky boys

Teaches y/n about Tangerines and oranges, specifically how to grow them!

Likes to peel oranges for y/n and share them together as a snack as they ramble on about a place they’ve been

In the small garden for her fruits she lets y/n plant some hibiscus plants that y/n cryptically says reminds them of a friend they miss

Is confused as fuck how y/n seems to know almost all the islands they end up on

After finding out y/n is immortal she often asks about past navigators they’ve met and some of the most interesting places they’ve been to

Has to drag y/n to take them shopping because they insist their fine with one pair of clothes

She argues otherwise and can’t help but bristle once finding out their immortal that for years they’ve worn the same thing

It reminds her too much of her childhood, of Bellemere scraping together what she could even when the villagers gave her discounts for clothes

Buys them an entire wardrobe and complains when they borrow the other crews clothes

In reality she doesn’t mind and finds it cute

Has to fashion police y/n because they have no sense of shame and will wear the most god awful combinations of clothes

When y/n sleeps in the girls quarters Nami has their bed set up to be in the middle between her and Robin

That way if a night attack happens y/n is the most safe

And that way Nami can wake them up when their having a nightmare

Carries y/n like throwing a moneybag over her shoulder, it’s partially due to reflex and cause when she has to do this it’s typically in a shit situation

Y/n sometimes sees a small pink spark over Nami’s shoulder when she gets really excited

They haven’t told her yet though

Y/n likes to show Nami the stuff they’ve collected over the years

Especially their jewelry gifted to them

Nami from the moment of meeting the flock saw money signs (lol)

The crows have now been ordered to steal stuff and they bring it to her to examine and evaluate

They also heckle the poor news birds into giving discounts or plain for free

Besides their monetary gain she genuinely likes their presence quite a bit

They not only valiantly guard her tangerines from other less behaved animals but also help her in charting islands

Her favourite is one named Axel, he’s on the older side with a scar across his eye

He not only has an eye for valuable things but also acts as a guard for both the young fledglings and Nami

Y/n likes buying Nami jewelry and navigation gear along with sharing their writing supplies with her

Nami meanwhile buys y/n clothes and some jewelry for them

Sitting beneath the tangerine tree you watch as the hibiscus you planted for Rouge sway lightly In the breeze, your gaze lingers there before Nami lightly touches your shoulder making you jolt. “Here” she offers you a peeled tangerine with a smile, you take it popping the sweat fruit into your mouth. “How much will I owe you?” You ask enjoying the sweet taste, at that she laughs “I need a tester to make sure my product is good. Just consider it free since you’re doing me a favour”. Smiling you nod, not commenting how Sanji would be the better pick for this “job”.

“I still don’t get how you’d gone so long with no other pairs of clothes” Nami mutters whilst holding up two pairs of shirts your size “which do you like? Or do you want both?”. Looking at the clothes you point to the one held up by her left hand, the Hawaiian shirt with a funky pattern. “I knew you’d pick this one” her eyes are layered in fondness even if she gives a small sigh “I’m a creature of habit….besides Mihawk gave me those pyjamas so technically I now have more than one pair”

Waking up to from nightmare your typically used to the sight of the night sky but you awake with Nami’s worried face. Shakily you sit up, “h-hey I’m ok” it’s more said for her sake rather than your own. Despite your words Nami pulls you close, silently letting you clutch onto her like a lifeline as the scent of oranges and tangerines linger as does that small spark of pink just above her shoulder.

Ussop

The story teller duo! Aka the liar and the immortal

Honestly Ussop and y/n are a little dynamic duo of scaredy cat and unfazed who’s dragging the other into a haunted house

Except the haunted house in this case is literally every dangerous situation known to man

Poor Ussop has got it cut out for him more than usual when y/n is around

Something he notices fairly quickly

But he’s too committed in looking cool in front of them and cause he sure as hell isn’t leaving them alone for more than 15 minutes cause they’ll for sure somehow traumatize someone

Another thing he picked up on lol

There’s a Recurring joke with him and y/n when y/n remembers something important at the last minute and he yells that they have the memory of a goldfish

Though y/n’s title is the straw hats storyteller, they really like listening to Ussop’s stories

Though they knows his is fake they enjoy it better that way

Because that means there’s always a happy ending

Something that not all of their stories have

Similarly, though he sometimes gets afraid when they tell their stories, Ussop really likes listening to theirs as well

Mostly for the fact that though some of them are sad their genuinely heart touching most of the time

Y/n tells their tales in a way that captivates just about everyone around them

Something Ussop really admires

Both know and acknowledge each others skills

And sometimes the two of them will collaborate together in figuring out how to make their adventures more engaging when written down

Y/n and Ussop sometimes do commentary when watching Sanji and Zoro fight

Ussop during these commentary of the fighting matches writes down his favourite insults that he and y/n then giggle about later on

Their favourite so far is when Sanji called Zoro Durian in both appearance and smell

Ussop is the one to help y/n in their “disguises”

Aka supplying the fake moustaches

In similar fashion y/n helped make him the SogeKing mask before Water 7

Ussop has y/n test out his inventions and has them teach him new hobbies

To keep from the ever looming fear away Ussop tries to keep himself busy

Something y/n is a pro at and helps him pick up some of the hobbies they’ve learned over the years

On Sundays y/n teaches him and Robin how to do Pottery

Which helps out Sanji because of the amount of broken plates due to Luffy is uncountable

Calls y/n the first mate of the Ussop pirates

He will never admit it but when he misses Ninjin, Tamanegi and Piiman he ends up lingering near y/n cause they sometimes remind him of his old “crew”

Speaking of which y/n is the only one who he talks to about how much he sometimes misses syrup village

Specifically Kaya

Along with this he also confides to them about how he wonders if his dad would be proud of him or disappointed

It doesn’t happen often but occasionally it does really weight on him

But he trusts y/n’s judgment because they’ve met Yassop, and in the fact that they understand what it’s like to miss people

When this happens y/n also confides in Ussop about the people they miss too

Even people they don’t remember

It’s actually pretty sweet especially since on those nights the two of them just talk about how they genuinely feel

Something that is kinda rare for the two

To enhance each other’s stories the two now have started doing puppet shows!

Something they have Nami and Chopper help with in making the puppets

Ussop even made a mini stage out of popsicle sticks

Y/n uses Roger’s coat as the curtain

Ussop Is terrified of the crows especially after that time y/n and Luffy covered him in birdseed and was almost flown away by the murder

Along with superstitions he’s heard about them being bad luck

But the crows love him

Like they really love him, almost as much as chopper

It’s god damn comical watching him run away in terror meanwhile these little feathered fiends are chasing after him with puppy eyes asking for love

The only crows he likes are the baby ones

The little fledglings who (unfortunately for him) find perching on his nose to be the most optimal of places

But their cute as hell so he lets it slide

For now

This then perpetuates the cycle of them growing older and him being terrified of them but them loving him

Y/n finds it funny as hell

But he eventually comes around to them when y/n has them exchange letters between him and Kaya

As well as sending gifts and flowers back to syrup without the items getting lost or rotting

sometimes y/n and Ussop swap headscarves

Y/n likes to buy Ussop random stuff for him to use in inventions

Ussop likes to buy y/n crafts that they can do together (as well as with Chopper)

“And that’s how I, captain Ussop! Defeated the unstoppable man after 3 days of fighting with my 3000 men!” At hearing that you nod enthusiastically as Chopper chimes in about how cool that was. You smile, thinking back to those 3 whole days Roger and fought Whitebeard before recruiting Oden temporarily to the crew. “What did you do afterwards?” You ask making the long nosed sniper perk up, he thinks for a moment before he continues his “tale”.

“Uhhhh Ussop” you say watching as the sniper who currently tinkered away at some new contraption break from his concentration. “Oh hey! Whats up?” It comes out casually as he turns to look at you as you give him an almost apologetic look which makes his brows furrow. Wordlessly you point to the nearby open port window. One of your crows sits there, tilting its head at him “oh no-“ before he can get another word out it lets out a squawk and other feathered little devils start flying in through the window.

“Your dad is more proud of you than I think you know” you say this with utter confidence and it makes Ussop stumble for a moment. “Really?” He asks this in a quiet tone, almost unsure before you nod and smile “it’s all he talked about when I was on the red force. So you best believe it”

Chopper

Cherry blossom duo!

Was the second member of the crew to know about y/n’s immortality due to recognizing the picture of them with Hiriluk

Something that the little reindeer kept tucked away in a small slit in his hat Kureha added to it

So it’s safe to say that he’s ecstatic, confused and freaking out

Though luckily Sanji and y/n were able to talk with him

And to be honest Chopper gets why their scared to tell the others

He’d be scared in their situation! So he keeps the secret as best he can!

Though there were definitely a few occasions he nearly slipped up lol

As the two youngest members on board both Chopper and y/n band together quite a bit

Partially because of the fact that in mental age their close and because their both just natural sweethearts

Chopper finds it funny that despite being the oldest y/n is also one of the youngest

Both are the cutest mf’s out there that Nami 100% uses to guilt others into getting discounts

Y/n and him unfortunately for her also use the puppy eyes on her to get her to peel their tangerines

Chopper thinks of y/n as a big sibling and very much heavily admires them

Y/n similarly thinks of Chopper as a little brother and admires his medical knowledge despite his age

Both have made each other bff bracelets with little sakura charms

Sometimes when chopper gets sad about Hiriluk y/n tells chopper about their experiences with him

And that he would be proud of chopper

That Kureha is proud

And that their proud of the person Hiriluk took as his own because y/n knows chopper will become the best doctor ever

Every time this happens Chopper sobs

Similarly in the moments when y/n is lost (mostly since they don’t like being overly emotional about their feelings or trauma) Chopper likes to become kinda a therapy animal and let y/n pet his fur to calm them down

Along with that chopper also tries to have them open up about how their feeling

Y/n thinks choppers blue nose looks like a blueberry so they sometimes call him that

Chopper gets super “angry” about it (not really, the only times he’s angry at y/n is when they shrug off an injury)

Speaking of which, he gets really worried for y/n and their careless tendencies

He knows their immortal but he wishes they’d care for themself to at least show him their injuries even if their small

It reminds him of Hiriluk since he had also written off his disease and pain as nothing

The parallels between the two of them really make Chopper worried about losing someone again

Like he knows y/n would come back but having to watch someone you love die is still really traumatic

And the amount of times he’s almost had a heart attack from y/n narrowly dodging death isn’t healthy

Now is it healthy for the others either lol

When in his more deer-like form he lets y/n sit on his back! He bashfully preens in pride when they call him their loyal steed

Let’s y/n decorate his horns with little do-dads and charms

His favourite is the little sakura themed ones they bought at a spring island for him

They have done the two kids on a trench coat routine before and it’s somehow worked

The funny thing is that y/n was the legs and chopper was the upper half

Both make inside jokes about the rest of the crew

Both also occasionally goad Sanji and Zoro into fights

They watch with Luffy while eating popcorn

Talks with the flock all the time! He gossips with them and they all adore him so much

He doesn’t have a favourite and loves all of them

Especially since they all try and bring him herbs or steal him medical supplies from islands the crew dock on

The crows love to dote on him, even calling him one of their flock just like the others on the crew

It makes him happy since he gets a bit of animal companionship that he never got and the fact that the flock accepts anyone no matter their looks

He’s scared to tell the birds about how his birth family kicked him out since he knows they’ll try to get revenge

Y/n likes that through chopper that they can now understand their crows

Something in which makes the crows absolutely ecstatic about and Chopper has to regal their constant pleas for attention and to let y/n know that their adored

He tends to their little injuries and puts little bandaids on their wounds

They like to perch on his antlers and he gets supper bashful when they call him their favourite crew member beside y/n

Chopper finds it funny they call y/n their god?

It’s weird but he just assumes that cause the crows explained to him how several generations back y/n had nursed to health their injured ancestors

While y/n stays in the men’s quarter Chopper and y/n set up a little sleepover tent

Both typically fall asleep in the tent and Sanji or Zoro have to put them in their proper beds rather than sleeping on the floor

While sleepy y/n sometimes thinks chopper is a stuffed animal

Both cling to one another when tired (it’s adorable)

Y/n likes to buy Chopper Sakura themed things or medicinal herbs and books that they’d think he’d like

Chopper on the other hands buys y/n things they can do together or with the crew like puzzles or little crafts

“Ahhh!!! What happened to your arm?!?!” The young reindeer doctor practically screams as his widened eyes look at your bloody and bruised arm that’s also bent the wrong way. The rest of the crew whom you’d been trying to hide it from look to you, whoops. “Uhhhh….it was an accident?” You say this and before you can blink your being dragged to choppers medical bay, darn, you’d sneak past them next time

Sitting down on the flooring of the merry you thread your fingers through choppers soft fur. Your breathing still heavy and shaky as your mind comes down from focusing on bad memories. It takes a few minutes sitting there focusing on the sensation of his fur but eventually you find yourself of sound mind again. Tears staining your cheeks as you mumble a thanks to the doctor who nods. “A doctor has to look out for his patients in health and mind” is what he says making you smile ever so slightly.

“Hey chopper what did Rosemary tell you?” You asked looking quizzically at the Crow perched on his antlers, he looks up to bird listening as she squawks again. “She said that big crow, big lizards and Yama missed you? Who’s that?” He translates then giving you a curious look, you think for a moment then coming up with an answer “oh…she means king and the others”. He nods at the answer before then asking “who’s king? Wait! Do you know royalty?!?”

Robin

History duo, ones is a literal archeologist and the other is the ancient ass artifact

After chopper she’s the third person to know of y/n’s immortality due to watching them die with crocodile

While working with crocodile she didn’t talk to y/n directly too much but did try and look out for them in the shadows

She’s also been praying that y/n wouldn’t end up in Alabasta nor that crocodile would find them again lol

But that didn’t exactly go as planned

Once joining the crew y/n is one of the few to trust Robin partially due to their prior knowledge of her and experience with her

Both feel extreme sympathy for one another, especially once realizing they were both children hunted down by the government

Robin like with Chopper uses her abilities to tickle y/n

Robin cannot count the amount of times her ability has saved y/n without them knowing

Before Brook joined y/n would ask Robin to use her power to make arms and lift y/n up to see stuff lol

Sometimes with the sprouted arms y/n likes to play rock paper scissors with them which makes Robin laugh

Y/n eventually has Robin help in writing in their journal to remember things since they trust her perspective more than their own

Because these two both know Poneglyph’s the two gossip via notes to one another in the language

Robin when reading history books and finds something about y/n shows it to them

It’s now an inside joke between the two of them

They also make it an activity to skim through accounts of things and try to find y/n

What sad though is that in some accounts where it’s clearly y/n mentioned y/n can’t actually remember it

And for awhile y/n just gets kinda quiet and excuses themself

She does not mentioned their reddened eyes when she sees them again

But just offers them a hug

In a certain way, Robin kinda projects what she wish she had as a kid into y/n as a form of self healing

Especially after Enies lobby

She wants to be there for them

Care for them in a way she wished others had cared for her

And it’s with this that Robin becomes a mother figure to y/n

She’d tender and caring to y/n in a way that just kinda makes them instinctively cling to her presence

Her warm hugs and floral scent remind y/n distantly of their mom (or they think it does)

They know Robin isn’t her (no one can be) but Robin’s care and general warmth towards them just makes y/n really happy

Hugs galore

As well as Robin helping Nami take care of y/n since they have no self care at all

Y/n constantly steals Robin’s cowboy hat (when she had it )

Like in pre-timeskip one piece Robin calls y/n by their title of “storyteller” but also refers to them by nicknames as well

Robin loves the crows so much, she has each of them memorized by name

As well as their preferences

Her favourite though is one named Hesta, she’s a quiet one of the flock and likes watch Robin read

May or may not use her devil fruit to pet all the crows

Ussop may have freaked out when seeing the entire murder on the ship with Robin’s hands sprouted from the deck everywhere

When she has mini dates with Franky y/n dressed up as a server with a fake moustache

They also have a fake French accent because they took inspiration from Sanji

Both her and Franky have to hold back laughing cause y/n gets really into it

Y/n likes buying Robin history stuff and letting her borrow their journals to read

Robin meanwhile likes to buy y/n things she sees interested them while on an adventure

(She may or may not have stolen a few things whoops)

“Hey Robin can you help me-“ before you can finish what you’re saying the historian finds herself at your side, already helping in tying your shoelaces. She smiles, “for all the skills you’d picked up over the years I’m surprised you hadn’t learned to tie them yet” it comes out as a giggle with makes you smile bashfully “I know how tie sailor knots and stuff but I don’t think they work for boots”

“Y/n, do you want to help me write some the poneglyph’s? I want to look them over later and put what we have in order” Robin asks making you pause from tracing the forgotten language with your hands. You nod, then pulling out your journal and opening up a new page. “Sounds good to me. Should I include me and Roger’s messages?” At hearing that she nods, a curious smile on her face. “Of course.”

“What happened to you was never right, you deserved better than what the world gave you” hearing this makes her go still as the still sleeping Nami tosses and turns in her sleep. “You didn’t deserve what happened to you either. Neither of us did” when she says this you see tears glisten in moonlight as does she with your starry eyes.

Franky

Suuuuuperrrrrr Star duo!

Like a few others of the straw hats he actually met y/n in his childhood

Specifically because of the Roger pirates when they had stopped in water 7 with Oden

So it’s safe to say after everything in water 7 and Enies lobby he definitely knows y/n is immortal

Though after Franky beat up Ussop y/n kinda takes a little while to warm up to him again at

But Y/n comes around quick on Franky when seeing him help try and save Robin

And after he joins the crew y/n becomes his obligatory little helper!

Since y/n likes to be constantly doing stuff Franky has them help him do repairs on the ship and check for anything that needs to be fixed

He says he can’t fit in a lot of the smaller crevices (which he technically can’t) but normally he’d just use some invention of his

But y/n doesn’t need to know that, not when they get excited in helping

Franky 100% teaches y/n to do poses with him

Nami is half tempted to strangle him for this when y/n did the “suupppeerr” pose after a battle

Unfortunately for her dumbass number 2 (aka Luffy) joins in and then Ussop as well

Y/n in the morning likes to help style Franky’s hair, he wonder’s who Vivi is and why his hair colour reminds them of her

Y/n is also the reason why Franky’s hair is now styled occasionally like sea creatures

His favourite is when they style it as a shark or whale

He shivers each time he looks at y/n’s “ship”

Especially when they say that she’s a fine sea-craft (she not)

He just nods along

Back when he was a kid he was also equally appalled back then about it and had offered to make it better

But just like back then y/n refuse

And somehow that dinky thing always seems to end back up at the ship even when in a storm it ends up lost at sea

Y/n sits on his arm all the time, especially when he is in a muscle man pose

They think it’s funny

He thinks it’s funny when steal his sunglasses

The two of them have single-handedly increased the amount of Hawaiian shirts owned by the straw hats by about 70%

Sometimes when he misses the Franky family he talks to y/n about how they deal with leaving people they love

And y/n always talk about how they kinda deal with it

But it’s always hard

They miss a lot of people

Some of which they don’t remember but know they instinctively miss

It definitely helps him

But it also highlights to Franky just how lonely they are

Because he joined later on he hasn’t seen or heard y/n talk about some of their experiences

He’s maybe heard some from iceberg or the other straw hats but they were always vague

It’s sad to him, especially since their short friendship with him had honestly made him feel less alone in the harder segments of his life

But knowing just how many people they had said goodbye to and would say goodbye to, the years afloat on that thing they call a ship by themself

Yeah, it really weighs on him

Because he gets it

Y/n is the only one for sure who knows that Robin and Franky eventually get together (frobin for real y’all)

They don’t tell anyone cause they just kinda assumed everyone already knew and forgot it was a secret lol

Despite this though, they accidentally cover for Robin and Franky when they go out on small dates

Y/n is somehow Franky’s ultimate wingman (wingperson?)

They suggest to him things they know Robin like or would like

The two of them like to paint a pair of stars on each of Franky’s inventions

A blue 5 pointed on for Franky and a smaller 4 pointed gold one for y/n

Y/n Is the only one on the crew besides Luffy to use the Franky fridge to store stuff

Specifically the snacks the other crew members give them through the day

Franky ends up building some birdhouses on the ship for crows who stay the night along with prosthetic limbs for birds who lost legs or even their wings

He doesn’t have a particular bird he prefers over the rest

He thinks all of them are SUUPPEERRRR

They seem to like his golden chain and shiny metal nose

Much to his amusement

Sometimes a chosen bird will be allowed to wear his sunglasses and it becomes the super bird of the day

This bird for that day gets to hang around on his head and gets a invention made for them

Y/n likes to buy Franky cool gadgets they find along with anything that has blue stars

Franky doesn’t buy y/n stuff but instead makes them things, typically little do-dads or even some puzzles to keep them preoccupied

“Hey Franky, do you need some help there?” You asked watching the blue haired shipwright peel himself away from repairing the mast of the ship. He grins, “Surre thing little helper!” He then tosses you a hammer that you luckily catch.

“What do you suggest I get Robin? I’m still debating between these two” the cyborg man questions as he holds up two different bouquets of fresh flowers. You peer between the two, examining them. “Robin would probably like the second one. Those flowers have meanings of “love” “companionship” and “appreciation” which would be the best choice. She’d like the effort behind them” you say before correcting your fake moustache and dusting off any dirt of your fake waiter uniform you stole from Sanji’s days at the baratie. “Should I have Hesta fly in and deliver them?” He adds making you respond “of course!”

Two cans of Cola clink together as you and Franky sit watching the horizon. “I can only imagine Oden’s face seeing that you’re now a pirate after saying you’d never be one, oh and Tom’s” you giggle as Franky nods “do you think they’d be happy?”. For a moment you ponder “I can’t say for sure….but I think so long as your happy they’d be”

Brook

Dead duo (lol) cause they’ve both died and come back to life (though one has done this significantly more than the other)

By the time he joins y/n being a immortal ain’t a secret anymore

Even if it was his emotional breakdown when seeing them again asking if he’s finally gone fully insane before hugging them would probably proof enough that their immortal

But anyway!!

For very obvious reasons Brook for a long while after reuniting is kinda stuck at y/n’s side

Partially because he’s still unsure if this is real and afraid he’ll wake up alone again

On that ship where only the damned souls of the sea like himself stay

Y/n seems to know this though and happily allows him to stay at their side as they hold onto his coat since he’s too tall for them to comfortably hold his hand

The annual amount of death and skeleton jokes have gone up exponentially because of the two of them alone

Both Brook and y/n cope via jokes and each other (as sad as that is)

The crew can’t help but deadpan at the amount of time the two have watched something horrific or head about it and said “same” or pointed to a skeleton and said “look it’s us!”

Brook doesn’t ask his pervert questions or jokes in front of y/n he’s too mortified to do so when he basically considered them his family

He once accidentally did and y/n asked what that meant and he wanted to curl up and die (again)

Y/n brings him milk and stuff with calcium saying he needs to build up bone density

He has yet to tell them he can’t drink it but he appreciates the gesture and gives it to Sanji instead so he can use it for recipes

Brook is the only person y/n talks to about the ways in which they’ve died

Mostly because he’s the only other person who can understand what its like

And because hearing vindication that what had happened to them was wrong kinda helps them process stuff

Because they should not have died as many as they’ve had let alone in such gruesome ways

Hearing it from Brook, someone who’d also faced the horrors of death and immortality really opens their eyes

Whenever Brook plays music y/n instinctively joins him in song

It’s just second nature to y/n at this point

Both are different versions of insane from immortality. While’s brooks is more noticeable for y/n’s it’s more subtle

Y/n likes to show Brook all the instruments and songs they learned after his death

Especially their ukulele skills much to his amusement

Neither can play Binks booze together without sobbing midway

Nor can Brook handle their stories of Laboon still waiting at reverse mountain

Nor can y/n handle hearing how Brook would see visions of them and the crew in his years of isolation

The rest of the straw hats can’t handle just how depressing that all is lol

He accidentally found y/n, Chopper and Luffy in their game and now has made a soundtrack for it

When y/n stays in the men’s quarter Brook sometimes has to check their still alive because of his fear they’ll die again

Y/n has played the xylophone on Brook’s ribcage much to Nami’s horror

Both of them pull the “as the oldest people on board” card

The two of them also call each other senior citizens and try and get discounts at places via Nami’s orders

Both always get kicked out

Y/n somehow learned the word “boner” from someone and asked Brook what that meant because he was made of bones

He wanted to die a second time 💀

He was mortified after that especially when y/n then taught that word to Luffy and chopper who joined in on asking him what it meant

Robin had to help him escape the questioning

When y/n can’t see anything they like to climb Brook to get a better view

Y/n also sometimes hides in his ribcage

The two of them share an atrocious fashion sense

The only difference is that Robin and Nami help in making sure y/n doesn’t end up in a floral shirt with polka dot shorts and sandals with socks

Brook is extremely proud of y/n’s skills that they picked up from him and his crew

The crows keep bringing Brook bones because they assume all skeletons they find somehow are parts of Brook

Y/n taught them to play the xylophone on Brook

The dead musician’s favourite crow is one named “crazy Pete” because he just picks shit up and starts whacking against the nearest surface

This making him the best xylophone player of the crows as well as the best drummer

The flock also uses his ribcage as a perch as well as his Afro in which they have built a nest in that he didn’t know about until baby birds hatched

He got to name the newborns and named some of them after his old crew

Y/n likes to buy Brook skeleton things (like those plastic Halloween skeletons lol) and music sheets for him to write new music

Brook gets y/n a bunch of weird mystical shit that y/n always ends up loving

“Yohohohoho! Are you up for a duet?” The old skeleton asks as he holds up his violin, you look up from the book you were reading a smile already stretching across your face. “Do you have to ask?” You reply back as you get up and get into position, if a skeleton could smile he would.

“Yo brook!” You yell already snickering under your voice “do you think we ought to buy some trombone’s? Or maybe some Xylobone’s?”. At that he lets out his signature laugh, “maybe, but they’d cost a Skelaton! Get it? Cause we’ve both died!” For a moment there’s a pause of silence between you both before the two of you burst out into laughter. Nami grumbles under her breath about you both being “numbskulls” before realizing her mistake, the two of you laugh even harder.

In the middle of the night you and Brook sit in the crows nest, the humming the Bink’s booze filling the silence beneath the stars. Because for now that’s enough.

Jinbe

Fisher duo! Would’ve gone with sun duo because of the sun pirates but that duo name probably fits y/n and ace more

By the time Jinbe joins everyone on the crew knows so he doesn’t need to keep the secret

Something that makes him hella realized about since he knows he’d have to jump through hoops somehow trying to explain why y/n knew him prior

Is always worried for y/n especially when realizing they already have a very small impulse control that melts away when Luffy is near

Like he is getting grey hairs as Robin and Nami emphatically pat his shoulder

Y/n loves to laze about on Jinbe, they’ll just randomly go up to him raise their arms up to be picked up and then just fall asleep or stay there

Y/n likes how warm he is along with how he’ll carry them around. Plus his more squishy and smooth textured skin on account of being a fishman is a texture that they like

Jinbe has accepted his role as a resting place for y/n

Something that now also extends to Luffy, chopper and sometimes Zoro as well

When not doing his duties on the ship he likes to listen to y/n’s recounts of things

He finds it pretty soothing as well as informative

If no one else is up to listen to y/n word vomit then Jinbe always has an ear open

His favourites are ones are those including Roger

He’d never known him, just knew about bits and pieces from Whitebeard so he’s especially interested in learning about him from someone else

Y/n sometimes like to ask him about fishman culture along with facts about mermaids as well!

Especially stuff about Joyboy

Something which makes Jinbe light up in pride

Head pats galore from this fishman once he finds out that y/n melts at that type of affection

Is the first to not question how y/n has befriended so many war criminals

Though his is curious how the hell Doflamingo ended up on that list

Speaking of which when y/n gets really scared or anxious he is quick to pick up on it

Just immediately picks up y/n leaves the situation while Luffy goes to beat up what caused the problem lol

Y/n when seeing him get odd looks gives people odd looks back

Especially when people ask where their parents were and they point to Jinbe as if it were the most obvious answer in the world

Y/n once has bitten someone who was being racist

While Jinbe was proud he was not happy with the fact they resorted to Luffy type behaviour

Definitely considers Jinbe a father figure

Something he holds in high regard especially when hearing how they think so highly about Roger

Due to Jinbe being a whale shark fishman y/n bought themself and him matching whale shark plushies

He got the smaller one while y/n got the mama

Jinbe may or may not have secretly cried about this

Because Jinbe is serious most of the time y/n has made it a sport in trying to surprise him

Like suddenly jumping from the crows nest into his arms or randomly appearing out of nowhere for hugs

Even if he’s upset with their recklessness he always ends up smiling

Much like the others he ends up as a resting spot for the crows, specifically the young ones just learning to fly

They always end up tucked into his kimono somehow but he doesn’t end up minding it much

Not when the combined forces of the baby birds and y/n give him puppy eyes

His all time favourite crow though is one named Pearl, she’s just a little sweetheart that loves to sit on his hands to be pet

To be honest he finds them all rather intriguing especially since crows typically aren’t this intelligent

Like sure typically their intelligent birds but these ones seem even moreso

it seems somehow they have increased perception?

He’s not sure as to why but leaves it as a “y/n thing”

Something that has become a trend in his will for questioning things

Don’t understand it? Probably a y/n thing so move on and accept it

Nami has been following in this mindset for awhile now

Y/n steals his robes despite them being too big

He purposely leaves them out when realizing they like to do this

Jinbe is the only one to know about y/n’s time as a slave and is the only one to know why they sometimes flinch when people touch their back

He’s also the only way who’s able to understand and comfort them when they silently stream out at the sea

At ports y/n likes to go shopping with Jinbe and though he says they don’t need to buy him anything they buy him sea themed stuff to remind him of fishman island

In similar fashion despite y/n saying that he doesn’t need to buy them anything he buys them charms for their bracelets and necklaces that represent a place they’ve been so they can keep track

“So Roger really could stand toe to toe with Whitebeard?” Jinbe asks as you nod with a smile “yeah, Roger despite having no devil fruit was extraordinarily strong and had extraordinary Haki. Plus Roger was Roger”. At hearing this explanation Jinbe nods but then inquires “what do you mean by that last part?” Which makes you lightly giggle before explaining “Roger is the only person besides maybe Luffy who would sneak onto a marine base, fist fight Garp the fist, raid the kitchen and then proceed to escape back to the Oro with the stolen food, treasure and highly classified government field he thought looked cool”

“Jinbe can I go up” you ask with your hands already reaching up to him and in position to be lifted. The fishman smiles, for an immortal you really were a kid still. He smiles. “Alright, do you also want to hear about fishman island again?” It’s not even really a question when he knows your answer but he asks either way and sees you nod. Pearl who’s perched on his shoulder makes room and finds a place between you and him.

It’s late in the night when he finds you sitting on the railing of the ship, silently looking out to sea just as you did all those years ago. He leans against the railing beside you, remembering not to touch your back at this time. “You got reminded of it again?” He asks on which he receives a full nod from you, “it was in the market, there were some propaganda posters about escaped slaves. I checked to see if I was on there, I wasn’t luckily, but it still left me feeling all flighty”. He frowns at that but nods. “Do you need me to stay with you for now?” You respond quickly without thought “yes….it burns Jinbe, my back burns again but I know the brands not there”

[wandanatw0rld]

+18 | men & minor denied

platonic!wanda maximoff x pillowprincess!female reader x college!au

warnings: smut; thigh riding, a tiny bit of degradation and praise; wanda understands why natasha is sooo obsessed with readers boobs; face sitting; some fingering; just a little angst at the end; not proofread

pt1. After your agreement with Natasha, you find comfort in Wanda. But sometimes people need more than just comfort.

I think that's it, have fun ;D

Wanda Maximoff never had many friends. Her brother, Pietro, was the only person she trusted in her whole life. They were both in an orphanage, left by their parents.

When he reached the age of majority, Pietro wanted to join the army. Wanda was firmly opposed to the idea. However, after he stated his intention to save people, she finally accepted.

He died on the line of duty.

Her world went silent. Everything she knew and had was lost. But she was determined to get back to her life. Pietro might be physically dead, but he lived inside her heart forever.

Going to college, she never imagined making friends. Pietro was the mouthy one. Wanda was always quiet and strange - and she even had an emo phase.

But then she found you, and her world started to be loud again.

Wanda was forced to work with you. Your smile, your outstretched hand, and your soft shake made her a little uncomfortable.

You talk a lot. Your teachers always had problems controlling you, but you never let that stop you. You loved talking, even if it got you in trouble at school.

"You don't talk too much, do you?" you asked, Wanda shaking her shoulders. "You don't like to talk or..."

"People don't like it when I talk," she writes on her notepad.

"Your voice is beautiful," You said, her cheeks flushed. "You should speak more. I like hearing you."

From that day on, Wanda never stayed silent again. You became the best of friends.

...

Wanda lost count of the number of times you both woke up in the same bed. It was nothing out of the ordinary; it was simply normal to both of you. She liked it because she felt safe and loved, and also because you always hid your face at the crook of her neck.

You two were inseparable, doing everything together. She finally found someone to fill the void inside her.

That is, until Natasha Romanoff came along.

Natasha Romanoff was the polar opposite of Wanda. Despite her reserved demeanor, she was universally liked, and by "universally," She means you were included.

Natasha came from Russia, with her thick accent, her red hair, and her ability with sports, immediately caught everybody's attention, and Wanda was cool with that. But then you both became friends and later girlfriends. The American started to feel you slipping through the fingers of your friendship.

You swore you'd never abandon her, and you didn't. But for Wanda, watching you fight with the red hair was rough. Sometimes it was a big fight, but most of it was just a meltdown over tests and professors overwhelming with work. One wrong word, and you both broke up. Why did you both have to break up?

Wanda hates seeing you cry. She embraces you with soft words and lots of love every time you cry. You always feel better, and you're grateful for her patience. You love Wanda, and she loves you - in ways you never imagined.

You told her about Natasha wanting to pretend you're still together, and she asked if you wanted her to stay with you. You said yes, and there she was. You hate to be alone after fighting with Natasha. Wanda spoiled you, so you need to be hugged after every confrontation with the redhead.

"She just said 'fine', Wands" you say firmly, sobbing under her embrace.

"You just have to say it, sweetheart. If you want her back, you have to tell her." Her hands went up and down on your back. "As she said, Maria was provoking you. She knows that Natasha would never hurt you."

"That's the problem. She knows."

You always hated Maria. It wasn't just because she hit on Natasha. She also made fun of Wanda in her first days. Wanda never said anything, but you know it hurt. Especially when she mentioned her brother.

It was no secret that her brother had died. Maria's comments, however, were particularly hurtful, and you were on the verge of lashing out. Wanda, however, advised you to let it go.

"Let's stop talking about her. Cook me something, Wands."

"Always, sweetie."

You looked at Wanda. She is your rock. You could picture your life without Natasha, but you could not imagine it without Wanda.

"Wands, thank you. For everything. Seriously."

"You don't have to thank me. I've got you. Always." She always does.

"Can I sleep here?" you asked.

"Of course you can, baby," she's said, her voice sweet and encouraging.

She's making you something to eat, and it's not a fancy dish, but it tastes really good.

The two of you have been watching movies for the last two hours, but Natasha's voice was clearly in your head. She gave up so easily. Why did she do that? You try so hard to concentrate on the movie, thoughts running through your head. You need Wanda's arms around you, but most of all you need her.

You never saw Wanda as more than a friend, and you like to think that she didn't either. The two of you always changed clothes in front of each other and even saw each other naked. She was beautiful, like a work of art, she wasn't curvy or strong like Natasha, but she was perfect in her own way.

The way her hands support her head as she watches the movie, her slender fingers, you remember she once said she hated them, said they were weird. You thought it was perfect, especially when you could put it in your mouth.

"Is everything okay, sweetie?" You look at her, worried green eyes staring back at you.

"Wands, have you ever kissed a girl before?" Wanda's cheek starts to blush.

"Yes, why do you ask?" Don't play with me like that, girl.

"Have you ever had sex with a girl?" Wanda licks her lips. "I'm just curious."

"Yes, I have. Why are you so curious?" Because I don't know why, but I want you to kiss me.

"Oh, it's just that you never talked to me about it." You sit up straight, hands on your lap, playing with your fingers.

"You never asked".

"I'm asking now".

"And I answer." Your eyes wander to her hands. If Natasha wasn't an asshole, you wouldn't be in this situation.

"It was good?" Wanda looked away, not understanding why you were asking those questions.

"Yeah, but I haven't kissed many, so I can't say for sure."

"Have you ever thought about kissing me?" Yes, I have. And sometimes more than just kissing.

"No, you're my friend" You don't know if she's getting what you want, because if she doesn't get it, you have to make it clear. "Do you? I mean, have you ever thought that about me?"

"Yes." You answer, looking to the screen. Stop. You're needy just because you hate Natasha. Don't use people just for being sad and angry. I'm not using her. I'm just curious.

The room is silent except for the voices in the movie. She stares at you with burning eyes.

"Are you going to do something about it?" I hate myself for that.

"What about Natasha?"

"We're not together."

"I know, but you guys always break up and get back together." Be careful.

"Wanda, I haven't had sex for two weeks. Do you really want to talk about my ex?" Wanda, say no. Please. Cut me off. Don't do anything.

"No, I don't. And I'm not going to let you do something you're going to regret later." That's the best thing we can do.

"I'm not going. We're still going to be friends."

"But things will be strange between us."

"I don't want to talk about this now. I just need to be touched." What's the problem with you? "Please, Wanda. I need you." Your hands touch her thigh. "Please, Wands. I promise to never talk about this to anyone. I'm just so wet."

Fuck. That's all Wanda can think about.

"Come here," she demands, her voice husky but soft, like a cat purring. You stand in front of her, your panties sticky in your folds. "Tell me how much you need this, sweetie."

"Wanda, I need you. Pretty please." You move your legs, pressing your core.

Wanda stands up, her hands on your waist, holding you close. She rubs your nose with hers and you try to kiss her.

"Does Natasha know the whore you are, Detka?" Wanda heard Natasha calling you that many times before. And you always end up hiding somewhere and then coming back, your hair is a mess, and Natasha has nail scratches all over her neck.

Wanda was jealous. She wants those red marks too.

"No. I'm a whore just for you." Why am I like this?

"You don't mind being treated like one, do you?" You nod. "Good girl." You let out a moan as Wanda holds your chin and kisses you softly.

Oh my God. Her lips taste like heaven - the beer she drank earlier at dinner, her tongue caressing yours, hands pulling you close. You push her back to the bed and sit on her lap, and she grips your ass. Wanda smiles against your mouth when you start moving on her thigh, your hands grabbing her shoulders.

"How was it?" she demanded, amused by your movements, your hips moving, eyes closed and lips bitten.

"Better than I thought," you say, bending over and placing your head on her shoulder. "Wanda, touch me."

"Where?" Her hands were both on her side.

"Touch me everywhere. Just do it."

"I like watching you," she says, her lips going to your ear. "Do me a favor, sweetie. Keep going and if you cum all by yourself like a good girl you are, I might just touch you."

"That's not fair."

"The world is not fair. Everything needs an exchange, my love." She bites your earlobe.

Your panties are ruined, soaked, your clit needs attention, you need to come so hard, but even that is not enough. You need Wanda, you need her perfect fingers in you. You're starting to get tired, all of that movement makes you tired, you hold her shoulder to support, you need her that fucking much. Back and forth, up and down, you don't know anymore, you just need to come.

"Wands... Mmm... Please..." You bite your lips, nails pressing down on her shoulder. "Fuck! Please, I'll do anything." You grab her face, fingers digging deep into her cheeks. Wanda loves it, watching you lose control just to come. You beg for her. "Anything. Wanda..." You lose your breath, your chest rises and falls. You are so tired.

But you need more. Always need more.

"I did what you said. Make me cum now."

"You know..." She grabs both of your hands, her grip tight. "Whores like you can't make any demands." Wanda stands up and pushes you to her bed. "They need to accept what they deserve, and you, sweetie, don't deserve to come." You moan, even more needy.

"I came all by myself, Wanda," you said, acting like the brat she knows you are. You look pathetic. "You said you're going to touch me".

"I know what I said, sweetie." Her hands slide through your back until her fingers reach your waist, loving to feel you under her touch, but Wanda needs to feel your skin. "Take all of your clothes off. When you're done, turn back for me."

"Wandaaa..." You cry, pouting. "I want to see you."

"You know what I look like," she says, her hand going to your covered pussy, a finger caressing your clit. Biting your lower lip, her hips begin to move against it. "See, baby, as long as you take this long to get undressed, the more you're going to suffer." She stops your hips from moving on her hand.

"No!" you cry again.

"Are you so stupid that you don't understand what I'm telling you?" She pulls your torso back up, her hand now close to your mouth. Wanda pushes her fingers into your face. "Take your clothes off without looking at me."

You moan, pushing your back into her and your ass against her.

"Okay then. No coming for you." She removes her finger.

"No, I'll do it."

You separate from her and Wanda watches you with curiosity. She never imagined you like this. Wanda knows she shouldn't have to take advantage of your needs, but she finally has you like this and she will take the opportunity.

You start to undress yourself, first your soft pink nightshirt, Wanda liked the way your skin started to show, very slowly, then you take your shorts and panties, they were ruined, all signs of your recent release. She helped pull them all off.

"Turn around, sweetie," you do, and Wanda loses her breath. You both talked about almost everything and Wanda remembers one or two times that you mentioned that Natasha likes to play with your breasts. You already told about the time you had your period and the redhead begged to touch them. But since then she has never seen you completely naked. "Oh." Wanda knows that she probably looks like a twenty-one year old virgin, but she can't help it, your breasts are perfect.

"Wandaaa... I did everything you said"

"I know, baby. I'm just admiring you" Her palms hold and gently bring them together. "Do you want me to put them in my mouth?"

"Yes, yes" your excitement is adorable.

"Okay then. She does so and you moan before her tongue wraps around your nipples and gathers them beautifully. It's so fucking good that you can keep your eyes open.

"Mmm... So good," Wanda smiles at your breasts, your hands grabbing her hair, nails on her scalp. "Please, I need to come."

The sound of Wanda's mouth running through your breasts is loud, when she finally decides to let go, you can hear the pop as they leave her lips.

"Honey, I need you to sit on my face. Can you be a good girl and do that?"

"Yes" Wanda smiles at your obedience, it's sweet to know that you will do everything she tells you.

Wanda lay down on her bed to get a good position for both of you, especially for you to have a place to hold on to.

"It's okay," you sat on her face and had to hold on to the headboard and Wanda's head.

"Oh. Shit." Your fingers dive into Wanda's scalp, nails grabbing at it as if your life depended on it. "Right there, Wands," her hands dig into your thighs, pulling you down onto her face. "Don't stop. Mmm... Please don't stop" Her tongue on your clit makes you dizzy, your nails scratching the wood of the headboard, it's so fucking good you can't help but scream as she adds a finger in your cunt. "Please, make me cum. Please, Wanda, make me cum. Please" is all you can say, is all you know how to say. "Fuck" Bitten too hard, your lip starts to bleed a little.

Your legs are shaking, you stand up just a little to make sure Wanda still alive, but she's fucking alive with your clit trembling on her tongue. Then you come, hard, your hips moving against her mouth, slowing it down as your orgasm passes through.

You fall beside her, snuggling up to her, your face in the crook of her neck.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" She asks, her hands on the small of your back.

"Yes, Wands."

"Do you need anything, baby?"

"Just being with you." You know you shouldn't say what you're about to say, but you do. "Thanks for taking care of me, Wands" She kissed your forehead. "I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart."

You smile against her skin, happy to have her. But Wanda holds back her tears, knowing you'll never be hers.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[fluff-n-cookies]

Randomly off the bat Dabi, Shigaraki and Spinner (separately) With a quirkless girlfriend Who has an Ex that wants to get back with her, BUT……. The ex turns that “HE BROKE UP WITH HER” because she “had no quirk” and that she was “useless to him”

(Those are the quotes she says to them while telling them the short version of the story) Dabi, Shigaraki, Spinner, deals with the situation themselves.

(I love those boys😍 and I thought it be a good idea story for you, so go crazy and have fun with it😅)

Okay, girlie, while I love the fact that you're sharing this stuff with me, I don't think you read this. the yellow paragraph. I hope you send this request to some other writers, @honeybubblebeeeeee is one of my personal favs. I do however like the idea of a reader having no quirk and being abandoned because of it, so I'll put a platonic spin on it.

AND I ALSO DON"T WRITE FOR SPINNER SORRY!!!

Reader was abandoned by their family after being born to a quirk marriage meant to provide children with strong quirks only for their first child to have no quirk. not wanting their reputation destroyed they abandoned our dear reader at 5 leaving her in an orphanage and a note to near come find them less they wanted a bounty on their head. (reader is now 16)

Dabi likes children, he likes how they have this innocent aura, he likes that they, hopefully, have not gone through the horrors he has. Hopefully. On the other hand, he hates quirk marriages, he hates hero's, in fact, I'd even say he hates fathers in general.

To tell Dabi that your relationship with your father or your mother is bad is to get them at the top of his hit list, VIP shit. Endeavor is just a couple seconds behind them.

but what hurts him more, what hurts him the most is if you actually believe them, if you push yourself through hand to hand combat, sniping, and other such practices not for the sake of improving yourself but to prove to them (not that they care) that you are not useless.

Oh how it pains him, to wake up in the dead of night to see your tear stricken face as you berate a poor punching bag to death on the roof. The wind is cool as you swing, and swing again. It's as if you dance for the stars of the night and the stars alone with not a thought for the trees or the mountains. Only ever the stars. 

The sting hurts, the impact of thinly wrapped fists against a leathery wall, but that anger that drains with it is enough to make the pain worth it, is it not?

That anger you feel, is an anger that Touya knows all too well. The type of anger that makes one want to yell of the heavens, yell that they are not a sinner despite being imprisoned in hell. He’ll watch as you swing with fury, fury of not being enough, fury of being thrown away like trash.

one man's trash is another's treasure though, right?

In that case, you're Touya's most darling treasure. Oh the urge to hold you close and tell you everything's going to be okay, as he pets your head, whispering promises of vengeance on your behalf. To give you a reason to smile.

Oh, it's strong.

Oh, the blood he's shed for you.

he won't say anything, if you see him get you water after you nearly faint from mental and physical exhaustion, no you didn't. if you saw him undo the bandages on your arms from training and replace them with new fresh ones, you're delusional. If you saw him stalking your family's socials and calling someone to leak their crimes, shhh, don't tell.

----

"I mean, yeah, you kinda are."

Was his genuine first thought.

I mean, what do you want him to say? that your quirk doesn't determine your worth, like what?

and darling, when I say correct him, I mean correct him, please correct him. Please look dead into his eyes and say "I'm not useless!". for when I say it will escalate, trust me it will Escalate.

this boy has never had a true friend, and on top of that, he was teased as a child for, well being him. So the moment he gets a friend, his heart will swell, for once he feels cherished, and my poor boy, he doesn't show it correctly.

he's just so happy to finally have someone to talk to and joke around with, but doesn't realize just yet what is a joke and what is not. so he'll keep pushing it, it supposedly is an "inside joke" so he'll keep doing it.

So please correct him! tell him that it hurts, and tell him lightly to not risk breaking his heart.

Because he wants to make you happy, he can't stand the fact that you go quiet whenever he calls you quirkless, and that you're progressively distancing yourself more and more. And believe me when I say, it's painful for the both of you.

Please be his friend, and please let him make you happy correctly, you are just so perfect, we can't have such a perfect thing so sad now can we?

---

yeah, done admist some weird shit, and did I mention that I'm a horrible writer?

[darling--angst]

Yan! Hunting Dogs + cursing them

Ft. Jouno, Tecchuo, Teruko, Tachihara

Subordinate Reader: *Points at Jouno* Fuck you

Reader: *Points at Tachihara* Fuck you

Reader: *Points at Tecchuo* You're cool!

Tecchuo: *thumbs up*

Reader: *Points at Teruko* and fuck you! I'm out!

Reader: *Throws mic at Jouno's face*

A/n: I know I'm supposed to be working on requests but I... I don't want to... yet. Side blog is @fedyaxz. Sorry if it's short, I got hungry on Teruko's part

Jouno Saigiku

To say that he is upset is an understatement. He is beyond furious, he was amused at first at the thought of that he was on your mind; not processing that you cursed him out. After realizing it, he tensed up with the usual smile that he had. He made a few snickers when he heard your opinion about Tachihara, so maybe you'll just say "fuck you" to the rest of the Hunting Dogs... Right? But he couldn't be more wrong your comment about Tecchuo? The so called strongest hunting dogs and Jouno's insufferable partner? Maybe you do need to be trained. And the fact that you even got a response on him infuriates him, how dare he lay eyes on you, and for you to do the same? He would be clenching his fist, ready to drag you out and punish you; maybe a week long trip with him shall be enough. But no, when you finished you threw the mic at him! He want to drag you out of there and chain you in his basement until you submit to him. You were sure you were fucked when you saw him down the hall with the usual smile he had and the mic you threw to his face. He couldn't have Tecchuo dating you now could he? You should only be his.

Tachihara Michizō

He could help but laugh a bit when you cursed Jouno, meaning that he may have a chance with you. But when you said that to him? He hated it. He was actually trying to make things a little more bearable to you, not like that masochist Jouno. He was actually trying to win your heart and you do that to him? And your comment about Tecchuo too! To think that he won a place somewhere in your heart? Absolutely ridiculous! What did Tecchuo have that he didn't? He already decided, he wanted to win you no matter how much it takes. He would protect you from anything including Teruko because of what you've done because she'll march where you are then fight you, but he has to stop her while Jouno went to you. Despite Tachihara's jealousy of Jouno to go to you, he can't have the vice captain hurt you now can he?

Tecchuo Suihiro

He was happy for the fact that you acknowledged him. He loves you by a lot, and for you to have positive feelings for him made him have reassurance that maybe—just maybe, he has a special place somewhere in you heart. He could help but form a small and unconscious smile, a small tint of red adorning his cheeks. His usual poker face is replaced by a gentle expression, his brown orbs having an unusual light in them. He felt warmness spread across his chest, and he laid his head down, remembering the words that you said to him and him only amongst everyone in the room.

He became oblivious to the burning glares that Jouno sent to him. His eyes burning with hatred and annoyance, sending Tecchuo empty threats and glares.

Tecchuo just became more determined, the fact that you have a positive opinion on him only meaned that he was making progress. Maybe it is possible to have you— no to make his dreams come true. You and him on dates, while you send him bright expressions. He wanted to make you the happiest person just like how you are his moon in the dark sky.

Teruko Okura (Platonic)

This girl is so offended, she'll gasp out loud, roll up her sleeves and is so ready to beat you up. Will pout and try to act cute, then beat you up.

She's aggressive, very.

You are very bold to say that to the hot tempered vice captain and I'm pretty sure you'll be dead for a few days because of her training.

[narutocharacterpolls]

ROUND FOUR

ROCK LEE vs HATAKE KAKASHI

Reasons for submission under the cut

Lee

ROCK LEE VS GAARA

kind as can be; willing to jump to action to help his fellow comrades even after going through a life-threatening, major surgery

practical and fashion-forward with his bright green onesie. Function over form, and is prepared at all times by carrying around a spare onesie he will give without question to anyone - even complete strangers

has a surprising edge to him at the beginning of the series; he was ready to severely maim anybody that he saw as a genius

more dedicated than anyone. Was forced to face his own mortality and make a life-or-death decision in the name of his dream, after a literal crushing defeat, and he chose to fight for it. Inspiring

embodies the ideals of original series Naruto. True underdog, had nothing going for him, came from nothing with no legacy or powers, was so disadvantaged that he physically could not meet the bare minimum abilities of his peers. But he worked harder than everyone else and proved that he can be a great shinobi despite all the adversity he faced

Sasuke had to copy Lee’s moves with his Sharingan to succeed during Chuunin exams

cute as a button. Come on.

his fans are dedicated and make amazing work, fanart and fanfic

Kishimoto said he was his favorite character to draw. Boom. Favoritism. Love to see it.

pairs well with everyone. Platonic or romantic, Lee has a great dynamic with other characters

his summer outfit from Guardian of the Crescent Moon Kingdom was the best outfit in the movie

gave us Metal Lee! Blessed us with Metal Lee, really

was the character to beat in the early series if you wanted to show how strong you actually are

Gaara vs Rock Lee was one of the most iconic fights in the series, and everyone remembers where they were when they first saw Lee drop his weights. He owned that fight so hard that people forget he lost.

was wronged by the series. He deserves to win as justice.

got [submitter] personally through the worst times; his ability to persevere face of adversity convinced me I could do it too. He wasn’t special and neither was [submitter], but we didn’t need to be. We can make ourselves great. If no one else got me, Rock Lee’s got me

he’s one of the first non-jutsu using ninja so make such a big impact

was the first person to actually harm Gaara

played a huge part in Gaara becoming a better person

he’s one of the only people that can catch up to Sasuke and easily rivals Naruto in Taijutsu

his kind, determined and cheerful attitude is a joy to watch

Rock Lee removing his weights is easily one of the most iconic moments in the entire anime

has helped several submitters feel better by simply thinking about how he wouldn’t want them to think like that

objectively would’ve made a better protagonist based on the themes alone

KICKS MAJOR ASS

wrecked Sasukes shit, I like Sasuke but that was really funny

he looks like a frog. Who doesn’t like frogs

inspired Sasuke

fights are always entertaining, they’re very well choreographed

he forgave Gaara for nearly killing him and nearly ending his dreams; he was never even mad at him

Rock Lee vs Sasuke was iconic

his heart is so full of love

never did anything wrong

had a squirrel befriend him

hard worker

good friend

rises to any challenge

when he does diss people they are the most brutal yet entertaining disses you ever hear

positive, weirdo, energetic, enthusiastic, joyful, chivalrous, motivated, dedicated, sweet

Lee and Neji had something homosexual going on

YOUTH !!!!

Kakashi

relatable as an adult

he is just an overworked guy who was told to watch some kids w LOTS of issues

needs therapy

good presence and guidance in Narutos life

interesting

cares about and is dedicated to his students very much

he is just cool

he is trying his best despite what he has been through in the past

is up for having fun but still knows when to be serious

was a narcissistic shit but grew out of it

has good intentions

sexy

wonderfully complex and well developed character

incredibly resilient and supportive

a sad and deeply broken man

always willing to give his life to protect them and his other precious people

just wanted everything to be ok for once in his life

hated Danzo

his friendship with Gai is adorable

the way he teases Tenzo is fun

he’s known as cool and aloof but in reality he’s a huge dork

Gai would want him to win

[gatorbites-imagines]

Reader being a vigilante or criminal and Batman sees him and is determined to make him part of his family but reader is very confused

Batman/fam and reader (platonic)

Headcanon

I feel like one of the very best ways to catch Bruce’s attention is to steal something of his. Like passing him when he’s out as Brucie Wayne and stealing his watch right off his wrist or something like that.

Or if you’re feeling really bold, go Jason’s way and steal the tires right off the batmobile. But unlike Jason you actually succeed and make off with the wheels. Jason would have such a field day with this fact, and make the first comment about adopting you into the family.

Depending on your age it would take some more for Bruce to decide you needed to be part of the family. If you are a minor, he would immediately be more likely to just pick you up like a stray kitten and bring you home. This is especially true if you don’t have a very happy homelife.

If you are older, he does some more background checking, especially if you’ve done other crimes. To his joy you don’t deal with the rogues and mainly run solo, this has placed you in some hot water with some of the gangs and other criminals though.

He goes out of his way to keep an eye on you, and he’s honestly really impressed with how skilled you are without training. You are able to sneak under most people’s noses, even his own at times if he wants actively keeping an eye on you.

You are honestly so confused when Batman starts popping up near you, and at first you think hes gonna rearrange your ribcage like he does other criminals, but he’s actually? Asking if your, okay?? And offering you first aid???

You are even more confused when you get hurt during one of your attempts to steal from one of the rogues, and Batman brings you to a doctor? Just like that?? He even stays until you’re good to go, and you’re pretty sure he followed you home just to make sure you got home safe.

You probably end up going the vigilante way all on your own without batman’s help, because you are already on most of the gangs shitlist, so why not actually get them caught right?

Little did you know, Bruce was waiting for this very moment to swoop in and play great teacher and moral compass.

You honestly can’t say what happened. Because from one day to the next you have bats hanging around you when you go out as your own vigilante title.

Nightwings pretty cool, Red Hood tells you to just get used to Batman being like that, Red Robin is chill to be around, Robin definitely does not like you whatsoever, at least in the beginning.

After getting extremely hurt during one of your stakeouts, you aren’t brought to the doctor you have been brought to in the past. You pass out from blood loss and wake up in a medical ward, in a,,,cave???

Batman is there and he actually seems worried for you, and it honestly means something as the Bat has just somehow wormed his way into your heart and you into his. The whole Batclan piles around you as you have woken up, and one thing leads to the other and you learn their identities and move into the Manor

Congrats you’ve been adopted by Bruce Wayne and have become one of his many crime fighting children. He will definitely make sure you are better trained and have better gear when you go out form now on though.

[tinydefector]

Could I at all request something about the car wash / power wash idea you mentioned. I just: my brain is thinking over all the adorable conversations that could happen. The fluff brings me joy. ;0;

Bubbles

Prowl x human reader platonic or romantic

Warnings: none

Word count 1.1k

________________

A huff leaves the human as they stand there tapping their foot while watching Prowl. They had finally swindled him into accepting getting an actual wash done instead of the quick decontamination spray he would normally get. "Are you going to transform or are you just expecting me to scale your frame?" They playful snip at him.

Prowl turned his attention to the human glaring up at him while they tapped their foot, his optics narrowing slightly at their playful jab. "I fail to see the necessity for such frivolous activities," he remarked, his tone sharp and snappy. "My current state of cleanliness is within acceptable parameters."

"Uh huh tell that to all the bugs you have wedged in your grill" they quip back at him as they begin filling a bucket of water as they add in the scented car wash mix.

He remained still, making no move to transform or comply with their request, "If you wish to proceed with this endeavour, you will have to do so without my cooperation," Prowl stated bluntly. He was not one to easily bend to the whims of others, especially when he saw no logical reason to do so. Once finished filling the bucket they flick the water towards Prowl as it splattered across his bonnet. "God you're such a sour puss. I can feel you frown burning into my skin, just transform please"

Prowl's optics flashed with a hint of annoyance at their persistence, The splatter of water across his bonnet elicited a faint twitch in his facial plates, his doorwings fluttering in a subtle display of his growing impatience.

"I do not appreciate being treated in such a manner," Prowl retorted, his voice clipped and cool. "I will not be swayed by your childish antics," Prowl stated firmly. "Don't make me get the powerwasher out" They threaten, standing there still pointing the hose at him waiting for him to transform so they can clean him. Prowl's optics narrowed slightly at the threat, the mention of a power washer eliciting a flicker of concern in his expression. Despite his stoic exterior, the prospect of such a forceful cleaning method gave him pause, the practicality of the situation beginning to weigh on his processor.

With a sighed vent, realising he wasn't going to win this argument, Prowl finally relented, his frame shifting as he transformed into his alternate mode. The sleek and formidable police car now sat before them, ready to undergo the cleaning process they had so adamantly insisted upon.

"This is very unnecessary and wasteful of both our time" Prowl grumbled in annoyance, had any of the other Autobots had been present he would have put up more of a fuss or simply walked off. As the water from the hose sprayed over his newly transformed vehicle mode, Prowl couldn't help but feel a sense of begrudging acceptance for the situation. The human was determined and persistent and had won out in the end, and he found himself secretly admiring their spirit and snark.

"Thank you coppa" they tease before giving his back end a slight slap before they hit him with more water. Prowl's engine hitched as his horn blew from the contact with his rear end. He goes deadly silent and they chuckle at his reaction. Once he had been hosed down enough they turn off the water and grab the bucket of soapy water. They start with his bonnet squeezing the sponge out before lathering Prowl up in a glorified bubble bath.

Despite his initial reluctance, he found himself relaxing into the sensation, the rhythmic movements of their hands soothing in a way that surprised him. hummed softly as the human began to lather him up with soapy water, the gentle touch of the sponge gliding over his bonnet slowly lures a low purr from him. The warm water and soapy suds mingling with the gentle caress of the sponge created a sense of comfort and contentment that he hadn't expected.

"Oh do I hear you purring! And you put up such a fuss over me trying to get you out here for a wash" they shoot back at him, they move further down his frame slowly working the soap into the mudflaps and rims of his tires. "I am not purring," Prowl retorted,had he not been in his alt mode he would have been glaring daggers into them. Though he denied it, the subtle vibrations from his engine betrayed him, a mix of relaxation and satisfaction at the thorough cleaning he was receiving.

"You're a terrible liar you know" they shoot back while continuing to work, dipping the sponge into the water before working at his plating again. Prowl scoffs slightly in response to the playful accusation. "Perhaps you need your hearing checked," Prowl replied, it's a bizarre tease, one he normally wouldn't state but they had him relaxing and were trying to tease him.

They laugh softly as they move down towards his rear, they snicker softly. "You're an Ass, and speaking of that, Nice ass for a cop" they state as if trying to make his processor crash. "Are you done manhandling me and removing my plating with your eye's? " Prowl managed to reply, his voice slightly stilted as he tried to regain his composure. It goes quiet between them while they continue to wash him down.

"So once I'm done with the wash down do you want me to give your Upholstery a vacuum and clean?" They hum as they wipe the bubbles off their arms.

Prowl's engine gave a curious hum. "Only if you can be professional about it," Prowl replied, his voice calm and composed. Despite his former dislike of the idea he was rather intrigued by the offer. The prospect of having his interior upholstery cleaned and vacuumed sounded delightful.

They lean down at his revision mirror as they clean off some webs. "Would you also like one of hanging air fresheners, air vent ones or one which is in a tin that just gets put in the cup holder. And if so what scent would you like? " They inquired with a smile, knowing they had him hook line and sinker at the offer. Prowl does his best to not seem overly eager when he agrees. "Both sound…acceptable," Prowl replied.

"I think I have an Ocean breeze, one or black pine" they state while moving back to hose him down and wash off all the soap of his frame. It makes a difference to his frame taking the dirt and dust off. "I've also got polish, if you want a shine up!" They tease knowing full well he was invested now. "I don't appreciate that there is a 73% chance you are doing this to avoid consequences for something” Prowl relays, but at that point he would deal with it later. “What, I can't just give you a wash without wanting something in return!” They state In fake hurt. “Prowler, I thought we were closer than that!”

“You're not making your case any better for yourself, you are aware” he quirps but allows them to continue.

_____________

Let me know if you would like to be added to tag list (tagged for every fic)

Taglist

@angelxcvxc

@saturnhas82moons

@kgonbeiden

@murkyponds

@autobot79

@buddee

@bubblyjoonjoon

@chaihena

@pyreemo

@lovenotcomputed

@mskenway97

@delectableworm

@cheesecaketyrant

@ladyofnegativity

@desertrosesmetaldune

@stellasfallow

@coffee-or-hot-cocoa

@shinseiokami

@tea-loving-frog

@aquaioart

@daniel-meyer-03

@pupap123

@ikkosu

[whxtedreams]

Chapter 9: Just Like Old Times

Blood Runs Thicker than Water - Joel & F!Reader (Platonic DBF!)

Summary: You journey out of the city with the three people you hold dearest to you.

Word Count: 4.6k

Tags: Descriptions of dead bodies, tommy killing people like its nothing, reader thinks tommy is so cool, heartfelt moments, joel’s hugs are definitely healing, pls I love tommy so much, tommy just being tommy, joel being sick of tommys shit but he loves him so much, brotherly love, pls they’re just three dads and their girl, reader hates sewer water and I cant blame her – me too babes, Joel giving reader a piggyback ride, mentions of readers hair being short and wanting to grow it out.

Series Masterlist - Main Masterlist - Read on AO3

Chapter 9 - Just Like Old Times

As you’re led through the dimly lit store, you can feel the tight grip of Tommy's hand around your wrist. The pressure is almost painful, leaving a trail of deep imprints on your skin like a makeshift bracelet. Despite the discomfort, you don’t protest, knowing deep down that Tommy's rough handling is for your own good. Keeping you close.

Tommy crouches down suddenly, pulling you downwards with him as he moves away from the window. You stumble as he pulls you down, barely catching yourself in time to avoid falling face-first onto the floor. Together, the two of you hunch behind a counter, hidden from view as a group of Raiders pass by outside, their footsteps echoing through the cracks in the building.

With the raiders out of sight, Tommy tugs on your arm once more, signaling for you to follow him. You do so silently, stepping carefully to avoid making any noise as you move into the next room. The room is nearly pitch black, the only light coming in through the boarded up windows. A cold breeze blows through, causing you to shiver involuntarily as you follow Tommy deeper into the darkness.

The journey through the dimly lit rooms and narrow alleys, seems to stretch on forever, the tense silence weighing heavily on you. It's a stark contrast to the memories you have of Tommy from your childhood, a time when he was always loud and playful around you, a smile never far from his face. As you sneak through the shadows, you can't help but notice the stark difference between the man beside you now and the carefree youth from your past. That smile, once so familiar, is nowhere to be seen.

The silence is shattered as a crack echoes through the room to your left, and Tommy's head immediately snaps towards the direction of the sound. His body tenses, his hand gripping your arm tighter in warning. You hold your breath, waiting for something to happen, your heart pounding loudly in your chest.

It goes silent.

Neither of you move.

In an instant, the door is slammed open, and you're thrown across the room by Tommy. You tumble backwards, your body hitting the floor with a thud as a sudden burst of gunfire fills the air. Bullets fly past you, ricocheting off the walls and shattered furniture as you scramble for cover.

Your body trembles as you curl up into a tight ball, covering your head with your arms as you cower behind a metal unit. The sounds of the gunfire echo through your ears, almost deafening in their intensity. Suddenly, there's a deafening explosion, the force of it shaking the entire room and causing pieces of debris to rain down around you. Your ears are ringing as everything goes silent, your body trembling as the adrenaline courses through your veins.

With a mixture of fear and determination coursing through your body, you push yourself off the ground, summoning every ounce of bravery you have left. You slowly peer over the unit, your eyes squinting as you try to make out the scene through the settling dust. Tommy stands tall and alone, illuminated by the soft glow of the sunlight filtering through the shattered windows. Wooden panels fall and crack around him as the fragile windows cave in.

Tommy's rifle glimmers in the dim light as he stands above the man cowering on the floor. The man's hand is extended outward, imploring for mercy, his voice trembling with terror as he begs for his life. But Tommy doesn't show any signs of hesitation. He squeezes the trigger, sending a bullet straight through his head as he slumps against the wall like his fallen friends.

Tommy turns his gaze towards the spot where he had thrown you earlier, his eyes locking onto yours as he approaches. He slings his rifle back over his shoulder and asks, "You alright?" Concern laces his voice, his hard demeanor slightly softening as he reaches your side.

You accept his offered hand, letting him help you up from the dusty floor. As you brush yourself off, you raise your eyebrows at the carnage surrounding you. "Was the explosive yours?" you ask curiously, moving past him to inspect the aftermath of the explosion that had torn through the rooms.

You hear a confirming hum from Tommy as you continue your observation of the area. You move through the wreckage, your eyes landing on a body crumpled in the corner of the room. Your steps are slow and deliberate as you head in that direction, and you can hear Tommy calling out to you, his voice tinged with caution. He trails behind you, keeping a watchful eye as you come to a stop behind the lifeless form on the floor.

The person's face is nearly beyond recognition, their skin torn and marked with jagged holes where nails have been embedded in the flesh. "I don't think you should..." Tommy's voice trails off as he watches you lean over the body, your gaze focused on the damage inflicted by the explosion. But your curiosity trumps any warnings he may have for you. As you observe the carnage, you can't help but be impressed by the destructive power of the explosion, the toll it has taken on those in its vicinity.

"Did you put nails in with the explosive powder?" you ask, curiosity lacing your voice. Tommy responds with a nod, his gaze averted as he scans the room for any signs of movement.

You let out a genuine smile as you comment, "That's so cool." As soon as the words leave your lips, Tommy's head snaps back to you, his expression filled with confusion and surprise. He stares at you for a moment, as if processing your words.

You chuckle as you stand back up, feeling a sense of excitement. "I normally only make smoke bombs," you admit, "but this is so much cooler." You turn to Tommy, a hopeful expression on your face. "Do you think you could teach me how to make them?" you ask, a hint of eagerness in your voice.

Tommy takes a moment to process your words, surprise flickering across his face as you look up at him with a hopeful expression. After a beat of hesitation, he agrees with a slow nod. "Yeah," he says reluctantly. "I guess I could do that." Then he takes your hand in his once more. "But later," he adds. "We have to get to the safe house." With a final glance back at the destruction, you follow him out.

A small smile still playing on your lips.

Tommy pushes open the door to the meeting house and releases your hand as you step inside. He calls out for Joel, and a moment later Joel appears in the archway, relief washing over his face at the sight of the two of you. Without hesitation, you dart past them, paying no attention to their embrace. Your focus is solely fixed on one person as you make your way deeper into the house.

And there he is, your father, sitting on the couch.

Alive.

As your father's eyes meet yours, a warm smile breaks across your face. Without a moment of hesitation, you drop your backpack and leap over the back of the couch, scrambling into his arms in a flurry of limbs and emotions. He lets out a huff of air as your weight descends on him, but his arms encircle you tightly, pulling you close to his chest. You feel a sense of comfort wash over you, the familiar feel of his embrace enveloping you like a warm blanket.

You pull back slightly, shifting yourself to find a comfortable spot in his lap. With a frown, you softly hit his chest, a mix of concern and frustration evident on your face. "Don't ever tell me to leave you again," you scold him.

His fingers gently brush away the strands of hair from your face, his frown deepening as he takes in the sight of the scratches on your skin. His touch is gentle as his fingers trace the marks, his expression softening in response to your injuries. When he speaks, his voice is soft and barely above a whisper. "I will always do whatever I can to keep you safe. You know that," he repeats, his love for you evident in his tone.

You nod.

"I know, dad," your words tinged with a hint of frustration as your fingers toy with the loose threads on his shirt where his buttons are torn off. "I just don't like seeing you hurt." A pang of vulnerability creeps into your voice, the sight of him hurt sending a jolt of panic through you. "I would rather be hurt with you than be alone," you admit, your eyes downcast as you voice your true feelings.

Your dad lets out a heavy sigh, his eyes closing momentarily as if steeling himself for the conversation to come. Just as he's about to speak, Tommy's voice breaks through the air. He leans over the couch, his arms folded on the edge, wearing an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry to interrupt," he mutters, "but we gotta get moving."

Your dad turns his gaze towards Tommy, nodding in acknowledgment. Then his attention shifts to you, his hand patting your leg to signal that it's time for you to move off his lap. You comply, carefully extracting yourself from his embrace and standing up. As you step away, your eyes land on the chair next to him, where your old teddy bear sits staring up at you.

You tenderly pick up the beloved toy, handling it with care as though it might crumble to dust in your hands. Your dad stands up with a wince and a stifled grunt, but your attention remains fixed on the bear. You run your fingers through the soft, plush fur, a pang of nostalgia coursing through you as you remember the simpler times of your childhood. The softness is unfamiliar now, a stark contrast to the rough, weathered life you've grown accustomed to.

You turn around to find Joel standing in the doorway, his eyes glued to you as he watches you hold the bear. He smiles softly as he speaks, his voice gentle. "Thought you might want that back,"

A warm smile tugs at your lips as you rush towards him, your arms encircling his waist in a tight embrace. He lets out a small huff of surprise but quickly recovers, his hand instinctively finding its way to your head. His thumb begins to gently rub soothing circles on your scalp, providing comfort and reassurance.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you want to express how much this moment means to you. Having physical proof of the fact that he didn't abandon you that night, after all these years of believing otherwise, is a weight that lifts off your shoulders. A shuddering sigh escapes your lips as you bury your face into his shirt, inhaling his scent and clutching his shirt tighter with your fingers.

Words escape you in this moment, the depth of your emotions rendering you speechless. But as you hold onto him even tighter, there's a feeling in your gut that he understands. Somehow, he knows the weight of your feelings, the gratitude and relief overflowing from your body as you lean into his embrace.

Joel's voice, deep and soothing, breaks through your thoughts. "Come on, princess," he mutters, gently pulling you off him. The term of endearment, princess, a remnant from when you were a child, is like a soothing balm to your weary soul. “let’s get moving.”

You fall into step behind Tommy and Joel, your fingers tightly intertwined with your father's. The streets are empty as you make your way through the quieter outskirts of the city. The lack of Raiders in sight is something you don't take for granted, a temporary reprieve from the dangers that lurk in the shadows.

The brothers come to a halt behind the shell of a car, crouching down low. You mimic their movements, sinking down behind the vehicle with them. You cast a questioning glance up at your father seeking answers, but his eyes are fixed on the highway ahead. His gaze unwavering.

Tommy's voice breaks the silence, a low mutter carrying across the air. "Looks like Trevor's group," he observes, scanning the highway from his vantage point behind the car. His gaze is focused through the empty space where the car's windows used to be, studying the group assembling on the highway.

"Yeah, I see ‘em," Joel sighs before turning his attention down towards you as you attempt to peek out from behind the car to get a better look. He quickly grabs the back of your sweater, firmly pulling you back behind the cover of the car. You look up at him, only to be met with a stern glare and a disapproving shake of his head, silently reprimanding your eagerness.

“Could take them out but that might attract backup.”  Your dad offers as he takes over Joel's hands, his hand grasping the back of your sweater to keep you in place beside him. A pout forms on your lips at the restriction, but you take the opportunity to focus on retying your shoelaces as the adults begin to strategize.

“Don’t like it. It’s too open, not enough cover.” Tommy shakes his head. 

Joel offers a suggestion, his voice steady as he lays out the alternative plan. "We could take the sewers. They lead out far enough from the city." The mention of sewers makes you visibly grimace, the thought of walking through contaminated water not appealing in the slightest.

"You can finally wash yourself," Tommy chuckles, unable to resist the urge to poke fun at Joel. The comment earns him a gruff grunt and a shove from Joel, who retaliates with a glare.

With a resigned shrug, your dad declares, "Sewers it is." He looks down at you, eying your face for any signs of protest, knowing how much you hate the idea.

You grumble and slouch your shoulders as you follow the brothers through the winding streets, back the way you came. Your dad bumps against you with a playful shove, a smile toying at the corner of his lips. "Come on, it's not that bad," he reassures you, his voice tinged with amusement at your sulking.

Joel halts by the entrance to the sewers, grasping the rusted handle and pulling it open. Without waiting, Tommy begins to descend the ladder, disappearing into the darkness below to make sure it’s clear. Tommy yells up that it’s safe and Joel holds the grate steady for a moment, gesturing down into the depths with a smirk. "Ladies first," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he motions for you to climb down.

You groan as you approach the hole, peering down into the shadowy abyss. "I'm going to need to soak in a river for a week after this," you mutter, your expression twisted in disgust at the thought of the sewer water.

Joel lets out a soft chuckle, his rough hand patting your shoulder reassuringly. "You and me both, princess. You and me both," he repeats, his tone light but carrying a hint of shared sympathy for the task at hand.

You carefully descend the rusting ladder, feeling the reassuring presence of Tommy's hands on your back as you approach the bottom. You land on the damp concrete, your nose automatically crinkling in response to the foul scent that fills the air. Tommy chuckles at your reaction, his flashlight casting a beam of light into the endless tunnel ahead.

In the dimly lit tunnel, Tommy's flashlight becomes the sole source of illumination, cutting through the pervasive darkness. Two paths branch out on either side above of the canal of water, each one shrouded in shadows. The sound of dripping water echoes off the walls, the distant patter of droplets falling from the ancient pipes above.

Your father follows, the crunch of his footsteps on the ladder announcing his descent into the sewer, closely followed by Joel's heavy boots. You forge on ahead, wincing as stray droplets of water from the leaky pipes in the ceiling land on your already filthy hair.

You fall into stride next to Tommy, your sneakers splashing quietly against the wet concrete with every step.  Ahead of you, your father and Joel walk side by side and it reminds you of how life once was. Your father and Joel continue their hushed conversation, strategizing the best course of action and planning their next move once they escape the dank, fetid confines of the sewer.

A smirk tugs at the corner of Tommy's mouth as he looks over at you, his eyes glinting in the dim light. He leans in slightly, playfully bumping your side with his elbow “Smells like Joel, right?”

You can't help but let out a chuckle at his comment, a grin slowly spreading across your face. In retaliation, you fire back with a retort, "Smells more like you than anything." Tommy rolls his eyes dramatically, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he feigns offense.

You collide with your father's back as he comes to an abrupt halt, causing you to reel back in surprise. You crane your neck to peek around him and instantly let out a moan of frustration as you see the path has collapsed and the flooded tunnel ahead. Joel lowers himself to a sitting position at the edge of the path before effortlessly jumping down into the murky water below.

Joel sinks into the water, the liquid rising just above his knees, and you watch helplessly as your father and Tommy follow suit. A flutter of panic surfaces in your chest as you realize they're all determined to forge ahead, unwilling to backtrack and search for an alternate path.

A route that is preferably much dryer.

You adamantly refuse to follow them, digging your heels into the concrete and firming shaking your head. "Absolutely not," you protest firmly, refusing to budge.

Tommy looks back at you, an eyebrow arched in mild amusement, and asks, "Don’t tell me you don’t know how to swim?"

You roll your eyes, clearly annoyed. "Yes, Tommy, I know how to swim." Your tone is laced with impatience, as if stating the obvious. “I’m very good at it, actually.”

Joel sighs, shrugging off his pack and handing it off to your father before moving closer to where you stand. He steps closer to the edge, resting his back against it and turning to face you. A hint of a rare, warm smile tugs at his tired features as he turns his head sideways towards you. "Come on, I'll carry you," he says, his voice softer than usual, "jus’ like old times."

You can't help but let your frown melt away, replaced by a conceding sigh. Carefully, you position yourself on the edge, wrapping your arms securely around Joel's shoulders. With a smooth motion, he readjusts his hold on you, pulling your legs around his side and settling your weight comfortably. "Better?" he asks, his voice gruff but holding a hint of concern for your comfort.

You reply with a simple "Better," feeling a sense of reassurance now that you're securely tucked against him and dry. Your chin finds its place on his shoulder as the four of you continue walking through the sewers.

After a short while, you arrive at the end of a corridor, greeted by broken and crumbling stairs that lead up to a door at its end. To the right of the door sits another set of stairs, ascending to an elevated platform with large barricaded double doors.

Tommy hauls himself out of the murky water and onto the ledge, his wet boots splashing against the concrete. He turns his attention to the door and tugs it open with a creak. He’s gone for a few moments and you’re left wondering why you’re not following him out of the water. He reemerges and gives a thumbs up. “This is the right exit.”

Joel wades through the water and reaches the ledge, his shoulders barely visible above its edges. You adjust your position and grasp the ledge tightly, feeling the cool cement beneath your hands. Joel grunts softly as he aids you up, his hands steady on your legs, while Tommy grabs a hold of your arms and heaves you up and onto the platform.

You quickly make your way up the stairs as Tommy helps the other two men. Your footsteps soft but swift against the stone. Upon reaching the top, you gaze at the barricaded double doors, secured shut with wooden panels and broken furniture. Your dad follows suit and his hand finds its place on your shoulder, his eyes narrowing with a hint of disapproval. "What have I told you about running off?" he chides, his voice gruff yet authoritative.

You turn to face your dad, pushing back against his admonishment with a subtle roll of your eyes. You point towards the barricaded path ahead and respond with a raised eyebrow of your own. "And where exactly am I supposed to run off to, Dad?" you shoot back, your voice laced with mild sarcasm.

Your dad's shoulders sag, and he runs a weary hand over his bruised face. Before he can respond, Joel interrupts with a dry chuckle. "Think it's bad now? Just wait until she's a teenager," Joel remarks, a weary smirk playing on his lips. He moves past you and starts tugging at the barricade, attempting to dismantle it as Tommy jogs up the stairs to help.

Once the barricade is lifted and the doors creak open, your father quickly grabs a hold of your sweater, keeping you close by his side. Fresh air floods your lungs, a welcome reprieve from the stench of the sewer. Both Tommy and Joel step out into the open, their hands gripping their weapons as they scan the surroundings cautiously.

You follow closely behind your dad, emerging into a small tunnel beneath a bridge. Train tracks stretch below you, and to your right stands an overturned train, its sides already covered in lush, climbing plants.

Joel stands on the tracks, his eyes fixed on his compass as he checks their bearings. Tommy leans against the side of the tunnel with his arms crossed, and you notice his once short curls have now grown long and unruly since the outbreak. You catch yourself staring at his hair, noting the stark contrast between his carefree locks and the practicality of your dad's frequent haircuts on your own.

You tug at your dad’s hand and he releases his grip on your sweater, allowing you a moment of freedom. He watches you as you move to stand next to Tommy. He moves closer to Joel and hands his bag back to him, the two men deep in conversation. Your father casts a brief, watchful glance in your direction, ensuring that you're not going anywhere. Satisfied that you're not going to run off, he turns his attention back to the discussion with Joel.

Tommy tilts his head slightly downward, his smile softened by a hint of genuine concern. "You holding up alright, kid?" he inquires, his words carrying a note of sincerity.

You give a small nod, the gesture a wordless response to his question. You shrug your bag off your shoulders and begin rummaging through its contents, searching for something specific. You pull your teddy out, to make it easier to look through your bag and Tommy observes you with curiosity, a bemused chuckle escaping his lips as you finally fish a hair tie out of your bag. You hold it out to him, offering it with a cheeky grin, and he lets out a hearty laugh at the unexpected gesture.

"Thanks darlin’," Tommy responds with a sincere smile, taking the hair tie from you. He quickly gathers his unruly curls and ties them back, securing them in a neat ponytail.

With a flourish, Tommy pushes himself off the wall and executes a slow circular turn, his arms spread wide, giving you a chance to take in his new look. He grins at you, a hint of playful cockiness in his expression. "So, what do you think?" he asks.

Joel's voice rings out from his spot in the middle of the tracks, a playful yet authoritative tone to his words. "Don't answer that," he shouts, "you'll only boost his ego." Tommy lets out an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes at Joel's comment, an exaggerated display of annoyance.

Joel signals for you and Tommy to follow him as he shares the plan to head northeast. The three of you fall in behind him as he takes the lead, discussing the safest route and how to minimize exposure to other potential groups.

After about an hour of trekking through the woods, Tommy leans down and whispers in your ear, a playful smirk on his lips. "It looks good though, right?" he asks, referring to his hair, a hint of amusement lacing his voice.

You chuckle and nod in agreement, his smile infectious. He grins down at you, his hand idly running through the short strands of your hair. "Your daddy ain't that good with scissors, is he?" he says with a scoff, his eyes taking in the uneven state of your haircut.

You let out a dramatic sigh, rolling your eyes in mock annoyance. "He says it's 'practical' to keep my hair short," you mimic your dad’s voice, using air quotes for emphasis, "something about less hair to grab." You add as your reposition you hands, grasping the straps of your bag tightly.

A thoughtful hum escapes Tommy's lips, followed by a nod of agreement. "How about we start growing this out again?" he proposes casually, gesturing towards your short hair with a nonchalant shrug.

Your face lights up with a hopeful smile, your eyes reflecting your unspoken desire. "I'd like that," you agree with enthusiasm, the prospect of growing out your hair again filling you with a sense of anticipation.

Tommy grins mischievously as he reaches out to ruffle your hair, his laughter filling the air. You let out an exaggerated annoyed groan as you swat his hand away, a playful pout on your lips.

Joel, walking a few steps ahead with your dad, turns around and catches the sight of his brother tormenting you. He rolls his eyes in mild exasperation and calls out, "Stop annoying the poor kid." With a weary sigh, he glances between you and Tommy, his expression a mixture of affectionate irritation.

Joel motions for you to join him with a wave of his hand, his gaze flickering between you and his brother. You can't help but giggle at Tommy's pout as you jog to catch up, settling in between Joel and your father.

Despite the passage of time since the life you spent together before, there's an undeniable sense of familiarity between the four of you. There are subtle shifts in everyone - the way they carry themselves, the weight of their experiences - but deep down, things remain largely unchanged. Their grins still hold that same infectious charm, and their laughter, though tinged with a hint of pain, is undoubtedly the same.

You try to imagine that you're just on one of the old camping trips you used to loathe, before the world collapsed around you. For a brief, fleeting moment, you block out the reality and picture yourselves on a carefree adventure, the troubles of the world temporarily eclipsed by the warm embrace of your family.

Click here for Chapter 10

Notes

Words cannot express how much I love them. These three dads and their girl is going to be the death of me. I’ve completely planned out all the way to chapter 19 and I am so eager and excited to share their story with you now that it’s really kicked off (chapter 19 is the end of part 2) For those that read my other series, you’ll know how much I adore Tommy. I really enjoy writing him and I’ve missed him so much. I hope you liked the shift in his personality when he’s serious and in danger vs when he’s just chill with his family. I just- I love him. Also writing him and Joel is just so much fun.   

If you want to be tagged, please comment on the masterlist for this series and I will add you. If you want to be taken off, please DM so i don't miss your request.

Every comment, like and reblog means the world to me. please let me know your thoughts about this, i want to ramble about this story so much.

tags: @sunandmuun , @rain-soaked-sun, @frootloops1213 , @samarav , @geralallfandoms , @joelmillersblog , @severussimp , @kitdjarin1 , @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @justanotherteen12 , @lils-1979

[dqllgarden]

can you do ben hargreeves x !PLATONIC child reader. Where they are both siblings and ben literally takes care of her and being overprotective and promises her he’ll adopt her someday and just a cute sibling moment (season 4??) 🥹🥹

safe haven

this is so adorable oh my godddd :,) thank you for the amazing request i was so excited to write this!! i currently have covid so this cheered me up lol

tags: older brother!ben, fluff :)

—

Ben Hargreeves wasn’t known for being overly sentimental, but when it came to you, his younger sibling, he had a side that was both protective and affectionate. The family never really had a calm moment in their lives, but today was a rare moment of normalcy.

You were Ben’s little sister and you spent the majority of your time with him. Today, the two of you were baking cookies while the family was out doing some dangerous yet pointless mission.

You stood on a stool in the kitchen, mixing ingredients and following his instruction. The kitchen was filled with the smell of baking ingredients. Ben was supervising, making sure everything went smoothly.

—

“Alright, the cookies are almost ready,” Ben said, checking the oven. “Let’s get them out.”

You were excited and took the oven mitts from Ben, excited to take the cookies out of the oven yourself. “I can do it!”

Ben hesitated but nodded, handing you the mitts. “Just be careful. The oven is really hot.”

With determination, you opened the oven door and reached inside. The heat was intense, and as you pulled out the tray, your hand slipped slightly, causing you to brush against the edge of the oven. A sharp sting made you yelp, and you quickly pulled your hand back, almost dropping the tray.

Ben’s reaction was immediate. He rushed over, his face full of concern. “Whoa! Let me handle it.”

He took the tray from you, setting it safely on the counter. Then he gently guided you away from the hot oven. “Are you okay? Did you burn yourself?”

You held up your hand, which was red and starting to feel sore. “I think I did. It hurts a bit.”

Ben’s expression softened with worry. “Let’s get some cold water on it. It’ll help with the pain.”

He led you to the sink, where he ran cool water over your hand, his touch gentle and careful. “I’m sorry I didn’t stop you. I just wanted you to feel like you could help.”

“It’s okay,” you said, trying to smile through the discomfort. “I wanted to do it. I should have been more careful.”

Ben dried your hand with a towel and gave you a reassuring smile. “Well, you did a great job with the cookies, despite the little mishap. I’m proud of you”

He carefully placed the cookies on a cooling rack, then fetched two plates and sat them at the kitchen table. Ben watched you with a smile, clearly relieved that you were okay.

“I’m so glad you’re my brother, Ben. I love you so much!”

You were unaware of most everything that occurred. Ben protected you from the evil of the world and the family and he was relived to know you felt safe with him. What Ben didn’t know is you knew things in the family were rough and it was taking a toll on you.

You finished your cookies, feeling content and safe. Ben’s protective nature might have seemed overbearing at times, but in moments like these, it was a reminder of how much he cared.

As you both cleaned up, Ben ruffled your hair gently. “Next time, let me handle the hot stuff, okay?”

You nodded, smiling up at him. “Okay, thanks for taking care of me, Ben.”

He took a deep breath. “One day we won’t have to be here anymore, okay?” Ben looked at you with eyes of sadness and hope. “One day I’ll adopt you and we can have days like this all the time. No more living in danger or fighting with the family, just you and I.”

“I’d really like that,” you leaned into him and hugged him tightly, his arms wrapping you up and giving you both the sense of security you searched for your entire lives.

[wickjump]

Do you think Cross or Epic would be even a little shy at the start of their relationship? Or would they just instantly be chill and casual due to being friends for a long time? Like, I get it, things can be awkward at first but I always thought that it'd be funny if everybody around them thought that they're just really good friends (Epic included), and one time Cross is like "I think we're dating, actually." You know. It's like gay lesbian situation.

Also. Do you think Epic says "No Homo" everytime he is about to kiss Cross?

i feel like things would be awkward for like the first few days while they try to figure out what changed and what didn’t, but then after realizing essentially nothing changed, they just. go back to being comfortable besties but now they kiss n stuff. a lot of the affection they did before was “platonic” and now they’re just doing the same things, just with a romantic undertone. because literally nothing about them is straight. nothing really changed between them, yet everything did at the same time. but you know what. they’re just cool with it. why make things complicated. they’re still besties. they’re friends and lovers not friends to lovers.

however. i also really fucking love the idea that they’re not even sure until one of them actually brings it up (unlikely) or one of them tells someone else they’re probably dating. the other person asks what do you mean by probably and the other shrugs. at this point they’ve breached the ‘kiss the homies before bedtime’ and ‘little kiss on the forehead when you pretend you’re asleep’ and ‘if you’re sick i’ll lay you on the couch and romantically spoonfeed you microwaved chicken soup even though you can very easily feed yourself but it’s for the jokes it’s a joke bro’ milestones but not the ‘dating’ one apparently. everyone else either thinks they’ve been dating for years or they’re just really close friends. i need them to lie down and look at the ceiling and one of them asks ‘what are we’

as for the no homo part? absolutely. at least he did that for like the first few months after they started ‘officially’ dating. cross always wears socks to bed so ‘thank god i’m not gay i had socks on’. they joke that this is just a big game of gay chicken that they’re both determined to win. i love them

here’s your promised big smile

[lilbrattyratty]

A Guide to Lewis Hamilton and Peter Bonnington

Recently I have been convincing people to become obsessed with whatever Lewis and Bono have so instead of repeating myself unnecessarily I have decided to make this handy dandy Bible guide to their journey together!

1. The Basics

Lewis and Bono have the longest running engineer and driver pairing in the history of the sport.

————————————

Sir Lewis Hamilton: if you don’t know who he is then I’m slightly surprised you are here but I am not here to judge. Sir Lewis Hamilton is a British F1 driver who has won 7 world championship titles with the Mercedes team! He’s a legend in the sport. He made his debut with McLaren in 2007 and has been with Mercedes since 2013.

Peter “Bono” Bonnington: Bono is senior race engineer for Mercedes. He has been race engineer since 2011 where he worked with other 7 time world champion Michael Schumacher. After Schumacher left Bono was paired with Lewis and they have been together ever since! He has been widely regarded as the most successful and most well known race engineer.

Note: for some reason there was a misconception going around that Bono was 10 years older than he really was. Let’s put this to rest: his birthday is 12 February 1975. Source

It’s Hammertime: maybe one of the most famous Lewis radio messages. Bono explains that during the years where radio messages were more strict they needed a code word to let Lewis know it was time to really go all out. So they suggested “put the hammer down” before it became “it’s hammertime”. Source (timestamp 18:17)

Austrian GP 2014: the very first Hammertime. Link

2. The Partnership

Out on track the race engineer is the critical link from the team in the garage to the driver. They must analyze all the data and determine what the driver needs to know without overwhelming them.

————————————

Platonic or romantic or brotherly no matter how you may view their relationship it has been stated many times by both of them that their relationship takes a lot of trust and open communication. They share a deep bond and connection that they feel is integral to their success.

In this interview you will find Lewis speaking about the depth of their trust and love for each other. Link

“It’s like a marriage, I guess.”

“There’s love, and real friendship, and loyalty.”

This interview is where Lewis speaks about the support that they show for each other. How he feels that they are always there for each other to bring out the best. Link

“I don’t know if I can do this for you…”

This interview where Lewis again talks about how much he loves Bono and how important their bond is to him. Link

“I think he is also one of the few people who can handle me on good and bad days.”

In this Instagram post you can read that Lewis is always thankful for Bono and recognizes that his success is thanks for many people but Bono in particular… Link

“Forever grateful for my guy Bono, blessed to have him by my side.”

Now Bono may be more media shy but he does have this interview where he talks about working with Lewis. Link

“He’s the rockstar and I’m the one in charge.”

Occasionally Bono will not be working with Lewis and you can see how awkward it is sometimes when you aren’t used to the replacement. Link

“That was a lot of information, I don’t understand what you just said.”

A moment when you can hear Lewis trying to calm Bono rather than the other way around. Link

The Egg: Bono brought an egg to the 2021 Brazil and Jeddah GP because Lewis loves the movie ‘Cool Runnings’ and it really inspired him when he was younger. In the movie they kiss their lucky egg. Source

Podiums: Bono has been on the podium a few times with Lewis and each one is super fun and special! A full list can be found here!

3. The Fandom

“I love Bono and I wouldn’t want to work with anyone else. Don’t write that I love him because I haven’t told him.” -Lewis Hamilton

————————————

Below I have compiled fic recs as well as just shippy moments from the two of them.

Notable Moments:

British GP 2014: Lewis wins his home GP and Bono tells him to “lap it up, boy”. Link

Austin GP 2015: who can forget the iconic hug? (pictured above) The way Bono leaps into his arms and he bounced him up and down… simply iconic. Video link of the hug

US GP 2018: Lewis tells Bono he’s not gonna go steady. Link

Russian GP 2019: Bono tries to hide behind the crowd but Lewis won’t let him. Link

ALSO at that same GP! They stared at each other from the podium in beautiful iconic cinematography… link

Abu Dhabi GP 2019: Lewis (and others) dump champagne on Bono’s head and make him very very wet… link

Lewis Hamilton and Valentino Rossi: Where Rossi asks Lewis if “this is your guy?” And Lewis replied “yeah.” Link (timestamp 2:39)

Mexico GP 2019: Lewis dedicated his win to Bono. Link

British GP 2024: Lewis tells Bono he loves him ❤️ Link

Also from that same GP, Lewis says he always feels safe with Bono Link

Notable Blogs:

@storm3326: creates wonderful Bono and Lewis fanart

@queerbenched: makes beautiful Bono and Lewis edits

@still-we-rise @teamroscoes @princemick @l8tof1 @husbono @flatspot: All post a lot of good Bono and Lewis content. I scrolled through a lot of their blogs a lot while making this post.

There are of course plenty of other wonderful blogs out there and I appreciate every single one of them.

Fic Recs:

This thing called us by Dutchiedragon Rated: Gen.

Summary: Brazil 2021 brought so many emotions, it left the Mercedes team completely burnt out. Lewis ends up alone in his hotelroom with a thousand thoughts running through his head, so he seeks out the one person who might bring him peace.

Or: Lewis needs help taking out his braids. Bono is there.

So long, longing by ohfrecklefreckle Rated: Mature.

Summary: Engineering is a dirty job but someone's got to do it. What happens when you're almost telepathic but still can't say what you need to?

The contours of things by The_Orange_one Rated: Mature.

Summary: Lewis belongs to so many people, but Bono mostly just belongs to Lewis.

Love in the major key by ambiguouspace Rated: Teen.

Summary: Bono, in particular, looks surprisingly alert tonight.

In fact, James notices, as his brain clicks out of analysis mode and into observation, he’s positively glowing. His eyes are bright, face a little flushed like he’s been working out. James looks down, catalogues the rest of his appearance. Bono’s t-shirt hangs slightly loose on him, nothing like the cut he normally favours, and the print on the front is unusual, an oversized image of something James can’t quite see but looks oddly familiar and—ah.

Lewis and Bono and the unsubtle art of workplace flirtation.

Lost in My Own Incidents by glasscushion Rated: Explicit.

Summary: “What do you need, Lewis? This bit I can do.”

“This,” he says, his eyes still closed. “Can we just stay like this?”

Lewis lifts one side of the blanket for Bono to take and he grabs a handful, laying it over his own lap, the wool heated from where it’s been resting against Lewis’ skin. The urge to reach out beneath, to soothe, to touch, is almost suffocating.

“Not a problem mate. No problem at all.”

Author’s Note: This is not a complete list and may be updated as they continue to be insane about each other!

[imagobin]

🔯How the Zoldyck Siblings react to you being hurt🔯

For this scenario, you were hurt in a fight they didn't witness. We're keeping this one platonic! But they all just genuinely care about you. Just a thought I had because I recently fucked up my hand and need comfort lol

📍Illumi📍

Illumi doesn't tend to show a lot of emotions with his face. The moment he sees you're hurt, his gut reaction is to widen his eyes and make his way up to you.

The first couple steps are at a normal pace, but then, all of a sudden he's right next to you, and he's already inspecting your injury. His demeanor is calm, as usual, but he is a bit concerned on the inside.

He starts asking you questions, wanting to determine how much pain you're feeling, if you're hurting anywhere else, and also when and how you managed to hurt yourself, or if someone else did this. Whoever's hurt you has pretty much signed their death sentence.

If you're still distressed or crying, he'll feel a bit awkward, but attempt to comfort you by giving you light head pats. "There there, it'll be okay"

If after his masterful attempt at comfort you're still in distress, he'll wonder if he's doing something wrong, maybe he can try a different approach. No matter what kind of injury you got, Illumi's gonna pick you up (that usually succeeds in getting people to stop crying) and carry you back to the hotel to patch you up himself, his big brother instincts have taken over.

---

🎮Milluki🎮

It may come as a surprise (or not), but Milluki is actually so caring with the people dear to him, it's mostly his mother, but you are up there too!

He'll first make sure nobody's watching him, because he doesn't like to act soft around the wrong people, he doesn't want to be mocked into oblivion by say... Killua lol

He rushes towards you, panicking and asking a hurricane of questions. "What happened?! Does it hurt a lot?! Who did this to you, who do I need to kill???"

It's a bit overwhelming, but he means well, though don't expect him to follow through with the killing thing if the person who hurt you is stronger than him. He'll still act cool in front of you, saying he'll get whoever harmed you.

He's not confident enough to patch you up himself, so he brings you to the butlers' quarters and gets them to do that instead. The butlers are pretty surprised to see Milluki care so much about someone who isn't part of the family.

While the butler's tending to your wounds, he tries to distract you from the discomfort of that process by chatting with you about one of the interests you guys have in common.

---

🪀Killua🪀

Killua may not ALWAYS show that he cares, but you are a dear friend of his, so the moment he notices you're hurt, he does panic a bit on the inside, and shows genuine concern.

He wants to know how you injured yourself, if you tripped or if someone did this to you. Once he finds out it was because of someone else, he blames himself a bit. "If only I'd been there, I could've helped you- and you wouldn't be in this state now"

You find yourself having to calm the 14 year old down, it's okay, he couldn't have known. And besides, you're not terribly wounded, it hurts but... you can handle it.

Killua takes a deep breath and nods, he's just glad to see you're not in a worse condition, and immediately starts to think of what he can do for you right now.

He does think about asking Nanika to heal you, but decides against it, not wanting to take advantage of his sister's powers as a quick fix. He's more than happy to help you mend your wounds though.

He has turned away from his assassin life, but nothing's stopping him from finding the person who hurt you and heavily threaten them, just to make sure they'll never bother you again.

---

🧸Alluka🧸

Alluka is the sweetest child, if she sees you're hurt she's going to run up to you and hug you tight. She may be 13, but she's still quite childish, so that's how she expresses her care.

You explain to her what happened, how you got into a fight and lost, and that's how you got those injuries. You assure her you're doing okay now, aside from... the pretty obvious cuts and bruises.

Alluka seems upset by this and puffs up her cheeks "That's not fair- what a big meanie! y/n, please be more careful next time!" You promise her you will.

Once that's settled, she begins to drag you by your sleeve/hand, where? You have no idea, but she seems to be very determined. Turns out, she was taking you to Killua, those two are never too far from each other.

She asks her brother for her band-aids, Killua takes one look at you and understands the situation and fetches them from his backpack. They're those cute band-aids with drawings on them.

Alluka takes things very seriously and starts patching you up herself. If asked why she's using those specific bandages, she'll simply explain that they make things heal faster, because they're cute.

---

🪭Kalluto🪭

Kalluto isn't a boy of many words, but he shows he cares through his actions. As soon as he notices you're hurt, it only takes him one look to see those injuries weren't accidental, and you can tell from the look in his eyes that he's upset by them.

"Who?" he simply asks. If you don't answer to him immediately, he'll be more persistent. He needs to know who did this to you so he can do just as much to them. He's confident in his combat skills, so he's certain he won't have a problem teaching that person a lesson.

He'd also ask you if you want to come along with him, so you can hear your enemy's suffering; the boy does have a pretty sadistic side to him, though he'll understand if you don't want to participate in that.

He'll try to make sure he does a good enough job in patching you up so you'll be okay. He knows he could ask Machi to do something about your injuries, but he doesn't want to rely on the Phantom Troupe for everything, especially since they don't trust outsiders.

He's very thorough in bandaging up any cut or bruise he sees, although it's not a very masterful job, it's the thought that counts, and you're grateful for it. It makes him happy to know he was able to do something for a friend.

---

[navvyu]

HEYYY, Can I request headcanons for Leona, Rook, Vil, (Platonic) Malleus and Lillia of a southern reader who tries their best not to let their accent show for whatever reason. It's going well till someone/something pisses them off and it comes out, pointing it out or mocking flusters them and makes it worse - 🐇 anon

AN: thank you for requesting 🐇 anon! SO sorry for this coming out so late!! (writing blocks a b...) Hope it came out satisfactory! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)

Reader with a southern accent

*not beta read

Includes: Leona, Rook, Vil, (platonic) Malleus, Lilia (implied relationship)

Leona

the first time leona heard your accent, he paused for a second, smirked, thought of ways to tease you later

then he de-escalates the situation and calmed you down

First, he tests your patience. He consistently annoys you just to try and hear your accent again (and also because seeing you angry is just funny to him)

Though he thinks that your accent is kinda funny (not in a mean way), he makes sure to not go overboard on teasing you

To prideful to admit he wants to hear your accent more often, so he 'subtlety' hits that he wants you to loosen up around him

(He kicks you and says, "Do the thing, herbivore.")

But he also playfully fights with your biut trivial stuff to try and trick you out

If you do speak in your accent around leona, he'd silently be proud that you trust him

May lightly take you about your accent every now and again but he means well

If your inseure of your accent leona will become the incarnate of angry cat emoji

He is very confused why you'd be inesure of something tart make you well... you

Makes it his life's mission to make you more confident sith your accent

If you are not comfortable using your accent in front of others he is totally okay with that, building confidence takes getting comfortable first

"Hey herbivore, do the accent. Why? Dont worry about it."

Rook

Enamored. That's how to describe Rook when he first heard your accent.

Though he did take a minute to help you cool down, he would not shut up about your accent

Disappointed if you won't let him listen to your accent, but he is incrediblely determined.

May or may not try and press your buttons to make you slip up. He do ANYTHING

...even if it means having to slightly bully it out of you

Well first rook tried flirting with you, but he felt bad because he didn't want you to get the wrong idea

So teasing you it is!

Though he feels slightly bad for teasing you, it's for the sake of beauty!

If you decide to use your accent around Rook, he'll be ecstatic!

If you're insecure about your accent he'd be confused

Thinks your accent is an interesting part of you

Slightly upset that you're insecure about it, but he'll make sure to help you become more confident about your accent because he thinks it's pretty

"Trickster! How long have you hidden this from me?"

Vil

If Vil hears you using your accent because you're angry, he'll basically drag you away from the person that's angering you, or he'll drag you away from whatever is making you mad

Half lectures you as he's dragging you away, complaining about how it's 'improper' to let your accent slip on something so trivial

Vil kind of ignores the fact that you have an accent for a decent amount of time

Though he may bring it up later

One time, when Epel was being difficult about his accent, Vil compared him to you saying: 'See how good they can cover up their accent? Why is it so difficult for you?' (+epel was surprised that you had an accent, he had no idea!)

After a while, Vil comes to acceptance with your accent, and he doesn't bother you about it, but he does apologize if he had said anything to offend you on the past

Encourages you to speak in your accent more, but he will slightly tease you about it

If you're insecure about your accent, he'd understand, but he'd feel slightly guilty because of his pickyness about accents before

Vil would bring you to a mirror, and he'd force you to speak on your accent, and he'd make you compliment yourself, commenting after 'See? Was that so hard?'

"Potato, fix your grammar, then you can speak your accent to me."

Malleus

Malleus was interested as to why you even hid your accent in the first place

He thinks that your accent is very pretty and he wants to hear it more but he's too nervous to ask you, so he tries to find what makes you slip up

After finding that flustering you makes you slip, he tends to flirt and complement you a lot more

If you regularly start speaking in your accent around Malleus, he'd have a big dopey grin

Actively encourages you to speak in your accent around him, he likes hearing it

If you're insecure about your accent, he'd be confused. Why be ashamed about something so beautiful and unique?

Will pout if you refuse to use your accent because 'it sounds weird.' He dosent care if it sounds weird it's you!

Malleus forces you to say you like your accent every day until you genuinely like your accent, don't underestimate his patience. He quite litterally will wait an eternity if he needs to.

Constantly complementing your accent, it odsent matter where or with who, he kust wants you to know that je lo es that special little part of you

"Child of man, I was unaware that you had an accent. Do you not trust me enough with this knowledge?"

Lilia

Lilia found out you had an accent by shamelessly flirting with you

Lilia often teases you randomly about your accent just because he thinks you make a funny face when he teases you about it

If you start insulting someone in the country, Lilia will cheer you on. Cheering, jumping up and down, the whole package.

If he finds out that you're insecure about your accent, he'd be confused.

He won't pry, but he'd want to know why you're insecure about it.

If you tell him, he'd either: assure you that he thinks your accent is beautiful or two, he'd get ready to throw hands

If you start speaking in your accent more, He won't outwardly say it, but he gives you big dopey grins as you speak.

"Kehehe~, your accent is so cute. You should use it more often!