#vivi x gn reader

[kayrrhin]

hi! as a big fan of your work, here’s my commission with a headcanon for you, i know it can be hard without sometimes

it would be for robin, nami, vivi and perona, doing a little self care while finally having some time for themselves, doing each others makeup and dressing up, and maybe a fancy diner afterwards? really just a chill day

thanks and take your time ✨

I really like the idea! To make it a bit easier i made it modern days, i hope it's okay!

characters: Robin, Nami, Vivi, Perona gn reader

Warnings: pet names, specifically one Norwegian pet name(i hope there's no mistake but it's supposed to mean "my treasure"), I think I put some swear words

(the whole thing hasn't been proofread so there might be some mistakes)

Self care and wine

Robin:

"love, you did a great job with my make-up"

your girlfriend looks at you, smiling softly while looking at herself in the mirror, today was your day off and Robin wanted to spend some time with you, since it doesn't happen that often that the both of you are home at the same time, so right now you guys were doing a bit of skin care and preparing yourself to go to the restaurant a bit later,

"thanks, i'm glad you like it!"

she places her hand on your cheek, making you turn your face towards her,

"i guess it is my turn now?"

you smile and sit straight, both of your glass of wine sat on the coffee table beside you, you take yours, drinking before the archeologist start applying make up on you,

"lets do something simple, okay? i am not as confident in my make-up skills as i was a few years ago"

you giggle, letting her apply eyeshadow on your eyelids

"maybe, but from what i know you're still quite good at that"

she smiles and start putting eyeliner on you, even tho she doesn't feel like her skills are as good, her liners are still as sharp as ever

"and now, the lips"

she smiles, applying it on you, and then taking your chin with her hand and kissing you

"done"

you giggle, looking at yourself in the mirror

"wow, it's so pretty, even if the lipstick is kinda smeared"

you kiss her cheek and get up, opening your closet to find a jacket that goes with your outfit,

"i'm glad i got to choose your outfit, you don't wear it often but you always look dashing in it"

she places her hands around your waist and kisses your nose, you smile at her returning the kiss,

"it's really refreshing to get to spend the day with you"

she takes your hand and kisses it

"i know, i'm really happy we got to spend the day together"

"so am i, it had been so long since we got time for ourselves, it feels like the beginning of dating all over again!"

your girlfriend giggles, hugging you

"let's get going, we wouldn't want to be late to the restaurant"

Nami:

"C'mooon, look at me!"

you look at Nami, your awesome girlfriend, who was now trying to apply this kind of spicy lipgloss on you

"i am looking at right now, do not put it on me please, you've already done it before"

she giggles, the lipgloss still in her hand

"yeah, but i forgot to take a video"

"and that's on you, i shouldn't have to deal with it again, plus we just put lip balm and face masks, i'm not making my skin die just after that"

she sigh in defeat and put the lipgloss back in her purse

"fine, you win, plus if i try to continue on fighting the food will be burnt"

she kisses your forehead and gets up,

"oh yeah! i had forgotten the food was already in the oven"

you both had the idea of having a fancy little dinner but when looking at prices, the red head decided quite quickly that making home food was fancy in it's own way, she made her way in the kitchen, taking the plate out of the oven

"oooh, it smells good!"

you look at the plate, it did seem way better than any restaurant you could've went to

"yeah, you got the wine"

you take it out from the cabinet

"yep, we'll have to thank Sanji for buying it for us"

"well, technically it was for my birthday so he doesn't really want to be thanked, i tried to and he just babbled about me not having to"

you chuckled, that did sound like Sanji, you pour the wine in the glasses and sit down, waiting for you girlfriend to do the same

"and here it is!"

she places the plate on the table and take place on her chair

"i'm happy we got to spend the day together, babe"

she smiles at you, taking your hand in hers and kissing your knuckles

"so am i, Min skatt"

Vivi:

"this color looks good on you!"

you smile, looking at your girlfriend who was putting lipstick on you

"well, you are the one choosing, of course it looks good, everything you choose looks good"

she giggles, kissing your cheek

"I am almost sure it looks good because it's a color that suits your skin color, that's all"

you take her hand and kiss it

"you're the one who chose it, so you knew what'll look good, i am right, you're the best!"

you both laugh, she quickly gets up, checking the closet to see what she could get you to wear, you look at her sweetly, waiting for her decision

"so? what am i gonna wear tonight, darling?"

Vivi smiles at you brightly and takes (any fancy outfit) and throw it on you

"this, it'll bring out your features, you'll look dashing!"

you smile, taking the clothes in your arms to go change in the bathroom

"you are very fashionable, love"

she smiles and thank you, you go change in the bathroom and once it's done you go back to your shared bedroom

"Wow, I- I guess i did chose something great for you, you look even better than what i thought"

you laugh, kissing her and placing your hand on her waist

"do I now? well, i'm glad you like it, your outfit is waiting for you in the bathroom"you kiss her cheek "I just got it for you i hope you'll like it"

she looks at you kinda shocked, but still goes to the bathroom, you take a sip of your glass of wine you had served yourself during the little makeover, when she comes back, she is wearing the dress you got her and damn you did chose something great for her

"I really like it, thank you love"

she places her arms around your neck and kisses you, you kiss her back and bring her closer to you

"Dear, not that i don't like kissing you, but we still have the reservation at the restaurant, we are going to be late"

"Oh yes fuck-"

you laugh, taking her hand and getting her outside

Perona:

"I hope you're not messing this up."

Your girlfriend says to you as you apply eyeliner,

"I learned from the best, I'm not going to mess it up"

She smiles a little, "learned from the best", she probably thought you were talking about her, and you were, but teasing her is always a good option.

"Mihawk would kill me if he found out I messed up, after all I did mess with him for 5 hours."

"HAH?"

You laugh as you look at your girlfriend's face, she looks dumbfounded.

"MIHAWK?? NOT ME???"

You laugh, kissing her on the cheek

"I'm just kidding, princess, I just wanted to tease you"

Her eyes widen and she lets out a gasp.

"How dare you tease me like that??? with this old man at the top of that"

she pouts looking away

"Sorry, love, I'll make it up to you by baking something tomorrow, if you want?"

She thinks for a second

"Okay, as long as you make my favorite."

You smile at her, kissing her lips

"Always, princess, although, don't insult Mihawk, he's still the one who offered us a bottle of wine, you know how he is with wine"

"yeah, whatever"

You continue to apply her makeup, once it's done, all that's left is to do her hair.

"Ok, love, what hairstyle shall we choose for tonight?"

"mhh, two low pigtails will do the trick I think, without undoing my curls please"

You giggle and sit behind her to do her hair.

"Yes, princess, anything for you, princess" you say in a mocking tone.

She rolls her eyes and lets you work on her hair, after 10 minutes you were able to finish her hair.

"So? What do you think?"

"It's good, thank you, love"

She kisses you on the cheek and takes your hand.

"Now we have to go or we'll be late, it's because of your teasing!"

"I'm pretty sure it's because of how picky you are about your outfits, but yeah"

you grin, kissing her

"Let's have a good evening, my darling"

[nishikiace]

second half of the sub!strawhats hcs 😩 no chopper for obvious reasons, brook is written for his living body

sub! strawhats

[grand line crew, spoilers up to ch.1051]

Warnings: dom!reader, gn!reader, allusions to amab anatomy (can be read as strap)

[p1] p2

[masterlist]

♀️

Vivi

(inexperience, intimacy, dirty talk)

being as driven by emotion and morality as her, its unlikely she has experienced herself, especially given the expectations placed on her as a princess

start slow because she wouldn't be able to handle much yet. she wants to understand what she needs at her own pace

lay between her thighs! she will moan with every inexperienced convulsion of her hips - you don't have to move, just press her down, because she just can't control how her body is wanting to feel more. let her grind against you

lean down and whisper dirty talk into her ear when she's under you like this. tell her how deep you'll fuck her and the noises you'll force her to make, only for you. the closeness of your bodies lets you feel her nipples stiffen against you and her cunt heat up and soak through her clothes

please just completely consume her and make her feel safe. she wants to be enveloped by you, pressed down deep into a mattress with your arms and legs locking her own. naked, clothed, it doesn't matter when you can feel every moan and scream she makes as you push deep inside

she can never hide her reactions - she's too open about herself, too vocal to hide from you

Robin

(seduction, shower sex, edging, guided masturbation)

this woman knows what she's doing to you, and she knows what to do with herself. she did not climb ranks by being naive, and she's learned a lot about her tastes along the way

robin loves flirting with you and setting the stage. she's all about delayed gratification and spends her time using her devil fruit to brush against you with a secretive smile, and let your eyes follow the smooth curve of her hips pressing against yours

tempting you gets her impossibly hot and dripping all day because she knows the payoff will be twice as messy

her favourite time of the day is when she showers with you, with one leg over you and arms around your neck. grip the skin of her wet, shining hip and slick inner thigh, real tight - and pull her spread pussy onto your sex. she makes the prettiest moans in your ear when you don't let her close your legs and rub into her in firm circles, under the shower spray

if i mentioned all the uses she finds for her devil fruit, it would be a thesis

but robin especially enjoys when she's exposed and spread out in front of you while you command her to edge herself. masturbation becomes much more intense for her when you guide her to pinch at her own clit and fingerfuck herself with the angle your hand would reach, by her own ability

control when she gets to cum with your voice and words alone. she loves the sound of her own pussy reacting to that dominance

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Franky

(toys, transhumanism, blowjobs)

he's an inventor and he often creates untested toys. the testing is when you volunteer to help him out and use him as the experiment

somehow he's always so surprised when his creations make him cry when they're held tight to his reddened cock. but maybe thats because you're the one who applies the pressure

to the surprise of absolutely no one, this man is incredibly loud, and something about the touch of your skin against him makes him shaky at every thrust. the thought of him, a man built by his own design, reduced to so animalistic and human always makes him whine and flush to dizziness

don't get it wrong though - he's confident in the body he has created, and not inexperienced either. franky can prove that by taking you impossibly deep in his mouth and looking up at you through those teary long lashes

slide your hands into his speedos in a not-so-private place and he combusts. he's built for this, though. literally

Brook

(manhandling, flexibility, exhibitionism)

when still alive in his prime, brook definitely got fucked like he was paid for it - he was a skinny twink with a guitar and a sense of humor

and when you get your hands on him, please manhandle him into any position you want. push those thin limbs in contortions that leave him unable to clamp shut at your staring and touching

brook loves having this weakness for you, and getting taken advantage of in a way that leaves him used, sore and shaking. the way you bend his body in half just to hit deeper inside makes him want to cry

he knows he'll feel every stretch the next morning

he's definitely a showman and loves the attention he gets, in every way. he would really enjoy sexual pda with you and feeling your hands explore every crease between his thighs and ass and he isn't embarassed to show that love with his voice in your ear

did he wear panties when he was alive?

Jinbei

(handjobs, fishman anatomy, intimacy)

a seasoned man who has lived through a lot, jinbei is still very traditional. he's all about honour and respectability in his personal moral code, which definitely bends a little when he's ambushed by you

he has a very big heart and would not be cut out for something casual. he seeks out loyalty in his life so only then will he allow any intimacy to blossom

which is somewhat funny in retrospect, when you listen to his gasps and grunts and watch his thick build shake as you jerk off both of his hard cocks at different speeds. he is traditional - new to the contrasting madness you introduce his body to

he's so pretty too. purple blush high on his cheeks and completely soft in your hands. he loves when you take it slow and passionate and gives out the most gorgeous vocal gasps when he's about to cum

trad wife jinbei

Yamato

(praise kink, anal, hairpulling)

yamato is still discovering a lot about himself in canon, and around you. like zoro, he is too focused on his goals and self aspirations to indulge in the things that make him feel so... heated, when he's near you

you have to praise him like a little puppy between every kiss because he's out of his depth with how good this feels, and can only confess so many times before he needs to hear you acknowledge his efforts and validate him

he'll grind on your lap and move things too fast and try pulling on your clothes, but you don't have to take it slow with him - teach him

one thing yamato definitely learns, you find, is the sensitivity of his rim. his trembling moans and babbling only increase with your fingers teasing his hole and he arches his back so beautifully, fat ass raised like an animal when he wants to push your fingers deeper

he loves when you pull at his hair and fuck into him from behind. he wails and rolls back his eyes if you grab him by the horns and fuck his body at a punishing pace, hips loudly slapping into his red ass

he's addicted to the feeling of his own slick dripping down to his stretched hole, and he thanks you for it in dazed mutters and weak whines

[pentrologram]

What Normal People Do - 7

You reach a discovery.

warning for one use of the f-slur and implied homophobia (from a minor, unnamed, unfaced character)

it's been three whole weeks... i'm sorry, y'all. at first i was gonna publish this on my birthday, then the sunday after and now it's been two weeks. anyways, hope you enjoy :)

ao3!

ghost/soap/gn!reader (established ghoap)

Something's Happening To Me

Maybe you’ve been sidelined a little.

Johnny has really started to boom with his online endeavours- he started a TikTok account, which he had told you excitedly about a month ago. Mostly, he posts videos about his Etsy shop and how his art process works, but… Well, he’s also Johnny. He’s bright and bubbly and that lures some odd hundred thousand followers to his account- perhaps they didn’t come for his personality, but they sure stayed for it. His following nearly triples when Riley becomes a fixture in his content.

It's good to see Johnny thriving on something he hadn't even considered a possibility not even three months ago. He's enjoying his new community, you can see it, in the way he's always excitedly talking your ears off about new friends and new experiences he's being invited to or planning or participating in or setting up. It's awesome seeing how he gets some recognition at a nearby art museum he sometimes goes to film content at, how the museum has started to carve away time for Johnny to sit in utter silence and just... be. They also let Riley in, which earns them more brownie points.

After a month or so of you tagging along with Johnny’s endeavours, the same museum hosts a sponsorship for Johnny, letting him come in any time he wants in a secluded part of the museum, away from prying eyes. In exchange, the museum gets some of his framed artwork for his own exhibit in the museum. It's a win-win, really, for Johnny and the museum- Johnny and Riley get a good time and his TikTok page grows, and the museum gets basically free publicity and a fresh, cool new artist to bring into their fold.

It works wonderfully for both parties involved and before you know it, other small museums are doing the same- inviting Johnny over to sit down and make content while talking about the exhibits the museum has. Johnny being Johnny makes it hard for the promotional videos to be uninteresting, though, and they only serve to further Johnny’s following.

Summer is rapidly coming to a close and you can tell by the almost violent influx of fairs being held. There are apple fairs, tech fairs, scissors fairs, knitting fairs, sewing fairs, flower fairs- you name it and there's probably a fair for it. The people of Durham are enjoying the good weather before the blunt end of fall drops and makes the trees turn grey and the grass lifeless. 

Johnny gets invited to his fair share of the ‘good-weather-craze’ fairs, and you do too by extension.

He’s invited to make a showing of some of his art or to open a stall to teach random people how to use charcoal properly or even doing face painting for toddlers, once. It's quite enjoyable for you, being able to see Johnny in his natural element and see other people get infected by the magic that is so uniquely Johnny. It feels like you’re passing his pure goodness on.

Seeing Johnny squint his eyes as he leans forward in his plastic folding chair, carefully keeping a squirmy six-year-old still with callused hands as he paints flowers around the kid’s cheekbones inspires a steady thump-thump in your chest, but the feeling is promptly shoved down. Now, nor ever, was a good time.

Simon and you are along for the ride as you watch Johnny bloom before your eyes. He’s talking to a group of admirers animatedly at an outdoor art bazaar while you and Simon enjoy milkshakes from a purple-haired man and his cat.

Simon’s already halfway through his while you’ve just started to lick the whipped cream, and you’re about to tease him when someone walking by bumps into you with a rushed apology. The whipped cream smudges on your chin, making Simon’s brow furrow. He bends down a little to wipe it off of your chin with his finger, before licking it off, startling a barked laugh from you. If you had turned a little, you would’ve seen Johnny staring intently from where he was.

“That’s- oh, my god. That’s disgusting.” You giggle. Simon smiles from underneath his mask- you’ve gotten better at reading his emotions, such as now, when his cheekbones raise and his eyes crinkle. He grunts.

“Couldn’t let it go to waste, could I?”

The comment makes something flutter in the cavity behind your heart. You know exactly what it is, of course, but. Well. Now doesn’t feel like an appropriate time for those feelings to ruck their way up. Simon and Johnny are happily together- honestly, you’re convinced they’re married and never told you. It simply wouldn’t be fair of you to push these feelings onto them when you know they don’t reciprocate.

“C’mon, love. ‘S go back to Johnny.”

The next time that pesky lighthearted feeling comes back is when Johnny gets invited to a restaurant for a small, intimate talk with himself and 200 other influential people in the area. The restaurant itself is more art-focused than most, boasting authentic pieces from the greats- such as Picasso, a Rothko, and even a Monet. As a gift, Johnny gives the restaurant three pieces- first, a sculpture he made ages ago but was still proud of, and then a matching set of two canvases. One was of a shapeless, nameless figure (Johnny) and a big, hulking figure (Simon). They met halfway, in the space between the canvases, in a kiss. You were invited, of course, and you had pulled out one of your nicest outfits for the occasion.

The three of you had been led to your table, surrounded by other people. Most of them weren't artists and were likely just very faithful regulars, but the effort was appreciated all the same. You listened to quite a few speeches from persons you had never heard of while you were served very fancy and very good food. Simon didn't eat, too uncomfortable to slip his fancy cloth mask from his face in the presence of so many people.

When all the plates are cleared, the visitors either leave or explore the art installations. Simon was hungry and apparently fancy restaurants didn't offer takeout boxes, so Simon and Johnny left early, leaving you alone.

You wandered around before finding Johnny's exhibit near the other smaller, less-known artists. You stand and stare for a second until someone else comes to admire with you. You give them a small smile, noticing their appearance as.. odd. All black while wearing a ski mask. They put a gloved finger up to where their lips might be before uncapping a thick, industrial-grade Sharpie. Suddenly, they lunge forward and scrape onto the canvas:

F AGG OT

In the heat of the moment, you gasp before lunging forward with them, making the person press the sharpie harder into the canvas. They're more agile than you, though, slipping away. In a fit, you throw Johnny's sculpture after them, and with perfect aim, you hit the back of their head.

They grunt and you, still enraged, shout something along the lines of 'help'. By the time the manager finds you, the person has long since escaped and you're crying from the lack of adrenaline and also the guilt of knowing you broke Johnny's sculpture. The manager is kind, though, helping you calm down and gently instructing you to call Johnny so you can tell him what happened.

Johnny and Simon are there again within the hour.

Johnny sort of... sadly stares at his defaced artwork with you and Simon on either of his sides. The cleaning team sweeps up the remains of the sculpture, and they ask Johnny if he wants to keep them. He just shakes his head and doesn't watch as they dump the clay shards.

The manager comes back and Simon leaves to ask her about security cameras, leaving you to hold Johnny's hand as you both stare at the wall. The guilt gnaws painfully at your gut.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "I saw them. And I didn't- I didn't do anything." You say, hanging your head. While you had thrown the sculpture at the assailant, it hadn't done anything at all. They had gotten away. And when you think about it logically, they probably would've left the sculpture alone, seeing as their motives were purely and singularly homophobic. You weren't keen to tell anyone of your accident.

"Nothin' we can do, bon," Johnny says quietly. He squeezes your hand. "Nothin' we can do."

Simon comes back shortly, frustrated, and that's when the fluttering feeling comes back. He's not trying to upset Johnny but he's also mad- mad that there are no security cameras in this part of the art wing, nobody to protect the smaller artists' work. You know you shouldn't but you're secretly relieved- nobody will know that it wasn't the vandalizer who broke Johnny's sculpture.

It takes a while for Johnny to get back to his usual bubbly self. It's a moment of mourning, being brought down to earth, remembering that terrible people exist in the same world that Johnny does. The police get involved at some point, and you think that helps him. Just a little.

It takes a little while for things to go back to normal. You and Simon are there every step of the way, making him smile when it seems the hardest. Maybe your reassurance isn't needed all too much, but the guilt of everything compels you to be as useful as humanly possible. That means bringing baked goods around, helping with Riley when Simon is preoccupied, and helping ship out old orders from Johnny's Etsy. It also means helping Simon moderate the comments on Johnny's Tiktok page- ever since the vandalism incident, there's been a significant flux in hate comments.

Simon thanks you for it over tea when Johnny's out with some friends.

"'S been hard for him." Simon laments, surgical mask foregone as he cradles his little plastic cup of tea, dwarfing it with his two massive paws. "He's doin' a lot better now, thou'." You nod. Simon sighs and downs half the cup. "A real fancy exhibit's goin' up a week from now. And.... Well, Johnny got invited to display som' stuff. But... I don't know if it's gon' be the right thing for him."

"Yeah, but... Well, doesn't it sound like a good opportunity? Have you asked him?"

"No," Simon says sheepishly. "But-"

"You should." You cut him off with. "It could... I don't know, be like exposure therapy or something. Ask him." You press.

"Yeah." He grunts.

That's how you find yourself in a modern, sleek building, inside, watching Johnny give a speech in front of a whole wing dedicated to his artwork. There are Men In Black-like security guards there, to prevent any future vandalism. The light in Johnny's eyes is back and it warms your heart to see.

"Bonnie!" Johnny says, giving you a toothy grin as he bounds off the stage to strongarm you into a hug.

"You did great." You tell him the second he releases you. His grin is almost blinding.

He's about to continue the conversation before another bright-eyed well-wisher comes about. You smile at him before leaving him to his admirers. You sniffed out Simon nearby Johnny, watching like a protective guard dog. Eventually, you decide to slip out by yourself. You feel so fancy, in your finery, looking at Johnny’s lovely pieces, wandering around while cradling a glass of bubbly champagne.

Johnny’s display for the night is influenced by the fall season that’s on your heels. There’s photorealism of Riley in a white cloth like a ghost (you never thought that he could do photorealism, but then again it’s Johnny) and there’s a few of an environment- his flat, you know, specifically that of a messy bed and a singular potted plant. A single green tree surrounded by bunches of yellow ones.

You have one or two too many glasses as you wander aimlessly. Just as you’re about to throw in the towel, tired from the alcohol and fancy shoes, you come across a little crowd- which is odd, as it was a free-form exhibit, meant to be processed at your own pace.

Curiously you squeeze yourself through, peering up at the piece hung up along with a few other viewers.

It’s a white canvas with two black charcoal figures; one you can easily recognise as Simon, what with the familiar broad shoulders and the hulking frame Johnny loves to draw, but there’s an underlying softness to it, a gentleness as he hunches over the second figure, his brows tight as he cradles the other figure’s hand.  It takes your mind, impaired by the alcohol, some time before you’re able to see the other figure for what it is- you. Yourself. It makes you gasp and nearly topple over from shock- Johnny had rarely ever included anyone else other than Simon in his work, and that had only been one time, and it had been his mom. Seeing yourself, dwarfed by Simon, warmed your heart and yeah, maybe you cried a little.

It probably wasn’t the most normal thing to do, but, well. You had reached an epiphany- that persistent throb in your chest wasn’t just attraction.

You loved the two of them.

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[yourlocalcomfortcafe]

Can I request Mukuro learning to cook for her s/o who orders fast food all the time?

Mukuro Ikusaba cooking for her S/O!

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Prompt: Mukuro learning to cook for an s/o that always orders food.

Warnings: might be a bit ooc since i havent written for a while! none other that i know of!

Reader: GN! Might be a bit leaning towards fem since the author doesnt know how to write for male readers 💀

A/N: no cause same i order food every day since i cant cook for shit- Also hi hello guess whos back!! I hope you all are doing well and take this as my comeback! Writing will get better aswell as me writing characters so please bear with me!!

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-Mukuro would be so worried if you ordered food all the time

-She would try to monitor how much you order to make sure its healthy

-But she overall decided that it would be healthier (and cheaper) for you if she cooks for you

-She doesnt have much experience cooking given she has been in the military or serving her sister most of her life

-So she decided to search up online recipes and try making them for you!

-She isnt that confident with her cooking so if you complimented her cooking she would realllyyy appreciate it!

-So after a bit she came up to you with a simple pasta dish!

-She was a bit shy while giving it to you

-“I uhm.. i made you some pasta today so you wouldn’t have to order”

-And let me tell you that food was scrumptious 

-She would be so happy if you ate her food

-She got a bit shy when you complimented her

-“Its nothing..”

-Overall id say you started ordering less to eat her food

-100/10 cooking fr

[fanaticsnail]

Drinking Drabbles

Masterlist Here

Themes: Two of scenarios with a few one piece characters x reader, gn reader, suggestive in some, canon typical violence, angst, fluff, romance, friendship. Drink responsibly!

Characters: Rosinante/Corazon, Mihawk, Buggy, Sir Crocodile, Koby, Smoothie, Fukaboshi, Vivi

Notes: Trying to get my sparkle back. Expressing gratitude to Discordant's OP OC discord server for hanging out and suggesting characters for me to try for. Love the characters, and I adore writing for new ones to me.

Drinking with Rosinante / Corazon

Looks like: sharing a glass of wine over dinner, hearing the uproar of laughter at the head of the table - his brother cackling at a joke he told. Sharing subtle glances, pouring a new glass for one another while stealing a moment where your fingers brush together while reaching for the same bottle.

Also looks like: Sharing rum in the cold, willing your bodies to keep warm while caring for the sick child in the snow. The burn ignites in your throat, but the heat is makes the night pass in a more comfortable fluidity. The only blanket available to you is tucking the child in, but you both make do by sitting beneath the dark cloak. Shrouded in feathers, sharing those touches you longed for back at the dining table, the rum feels more like home now than that wine ever did.

Drinking with Mihawk

Looks like: a bottle of his private reserve label, uncorked by a methodological approach of a saber to the glass lip. Expertly decanted, rested for the appropriate amount of time, and shown how to enjoy the glass properly. He does not invite your glasses to touch, for fear it would disturb the wine with such a crude approach, but he does indicate for you to drink it with him in unison.

Also looks like: drinking straight from the bottle neck, poured by his hands and coaxed back into your lips by cradling your head and ensuring you don't spill a drop, before doing the same for himself. Anything to get through the voice of the clown at the table. He will have you closer to him for moral support, and will enjoy ensuring you are both equally topped up while glaring at Buggy for the duration of your stay with Cross-Guild.

Drinking with Buggy

Looks like: Something fruity, decorated with an outrageous amount of umbrellas and shaved ice dancing at the brim. It's too sweet, too bubbly, and too much all at once. Paired with a nasally cackle, lively music, linking his arms with yours and dancing a jig on the table, drink sloshing from the side, everything is perfect for the clown: the star of the show.

Also looks like: Aiding him to drink straight spirits as he sits on the bathroom floor, icing the bruises he's received at the hands of Crocodile and Mihawk while he openly sobs and apologizes for looking pathetic. A quiver to his lips, the swell in his bruised eye, he expresses his gratitude by silently whispering it as intimately as he can to you.

Drinking with Crocodile

Looks like: a circular short glass with a small cubic stone cooled by frost, drinking the most expensive and lush whiskey to ever be produced. Not dampening the flavor with water falling from ice, simply cooling it to enjoy over the palate. Everything is lush, filled with luxury, and likely paired with a cigar as he gazes at you with a predatory look in his beady expression.

Also looks like: Sneaking it in your clothes and fishing it out once below the cells in Impel Down, feeding him through prison bars and apologizing that it's not his favorite. He's looking up like it is his lifeline and an angel is offering him their tether to the great beyond. Those eyes that once looked like a predator on the prowl now humble themselves before you as he sits on his calves and drinks messily from the glass lip of the rum bottle.

Drinking with Koby

Looks like: Sitting at the table surrounded by Alvida Pirates, letting the pink-haired ‘chore boy’ fill your tankard from the barrel and giving him praise for it. Alvida chastises you for expressing gratitude to the smaller pirate, but you hush her with a crass joke and continue to dote on him while you drink. You offer him a sip from your glass that he throws back with practiced precision, causing you to laugh with him and invite him to sit with you for the remainder of the evening.

Also looks like: Bound in chains, on your knees and contained within the brig, a pink haired captain, once pirate from long ago, offers you a kindness of a drink while transferring you to Impel Down. He was not as quiet as he once was, but his kindness was still present as you knew it to be. You humored him by drinking all he offered you with your hands tied behind your back, as submissive as he was all those years ago. Your gratitude is on your lips, smiling as a drop is collected and wiped by the pad of Koby's thumb. He utters apologies, and you reassure him that you won't take it personally.

Drinking with Smoothie

Looks like: Sitting at the table, surrounded by her siblings, enjoying something a little on the sweeter side. Something mixed in with juices, a precious concoction that paired beautifully with the sweets offered at the table. Brushing glasses with one another, your eyes meet hers and she gifts you a rare, soft smile reserved for when he desires to showcase her sweetness.

Also looks like: Draining the life out of her enemies, blood gushing over her full lips and spilling down her chin, she bows her head to you and gives you a mischievous grin. Pulling up a cloth, you press the material to her lips and remove all blemishes of fluids from the human she drank from. You would rather watch than participate in this brew, but she enjoys watching you squirm as she presses her lips delicately to yours soon thereafter.

Drinking with Fukaboshi

Looks like: A room filled with tension, barely a look shared between you while negotiations between humans, mink, and fishfolk sit and discuss how to progress in a proper manner. Once decided, all raise their sake bowls and salute them with one another. Finally making eye contact with the mer Fishman, you both share a glance before pressing the sake to your lips and draining it of their contents to solidify your fresh alliance.

Also looks like: Tucked beneath the figurehead of the vessel you served aboard, sharing a moment with one another in the silence. All softness, all secretive, all in a world carved just for you, you both enjoy a swap of culture. He, a bottle from his homeland, you, a bottle from your own. Discussing the differences in textures and flavors, you both feel a pull in your chests as the sun slowly slips over the horizon.

Drinking with Vivi

Looks like: Sitting around a table, shrouded in darkness and surrounded by the vapors of sour cigar smoke, and raising your glass to your glorious leader a the head of the table. Bananawani in the corner, several of the members strike up conversation, and you and Miss Wednesday are no different. There was something in her tone and demeanor that seemed out of place, but you paid it no mind because you had secrets of your own. Drinking and cringing a little at the burn, you both drank and discussed the various interweavings of Baroque Works and where your missions would take you next.

Also looks like: An uprageous celebration for the return of Arabasta’s princess, drinks of all bubbles and honeys swirling in a variety of glassware. Watching as she flawlessly navigates the room full of her supporters, she gives you a look like the one not so dissimilar from your years serving together in Baroque Works. Catching you in the corner, she brushes her glass against yours with a hidden smile peaking at the corner of her lip: a silent promise that she will keep you by her side all the remaining of her days as ruler.

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @since-im-already-here @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @i-am-vita @indydonuts @feral-artistry @the-light-of-star @empirenowmp3 @racfoam @sunflowersatori @carrotsunshine @skullfacedlady @jintaka-hane @thenotsofantasticlifestory @ane5e

[luvbinnies]

~love on the radio... park wonbin smau series

☆ Keeho a famous influencer wants to make his radio talk show view ratings sky rocket. So what does he do, he invites two of his kpop idol friends from school to join to do a segment with him. But he had no idea the two used to rivals back in their school days. He also had no idea them bickering for half an hour would absolutely blow up and cause fans to start shipping them.

What does he do with that? He convinces (begs) them to become permanent hosts on the show and to continue to flirt (bicker) with each other. What can go wrong?

☆ pairing: idol!wonbin x gn!idol!reader

☆ genre: idol au, middle school rivals to strangers to ...?, fluff, humor, angst, slowburn lol (my fav <3).

☆ warnings: swearing, kys jokes (a lot), my attempt at being funny. will add for every chapter. i use some faceless photo's off Pinterest for reader, which aren't the most inclusive. also this is not an accurate depiction of the irl idols this is pure fiction

☆ note: keeho isn't an idol in the fic, he's also an sm drop out, there's a bunch of other idols (mainly from sm and hybe). the group yn is in is co-ed cuz i want to keep it gn!reader. first smau on this blog plz be nice, i'll update as much as i can <3

☆ permanent riize taglist: @in-somnias-world @ilovejungwonandhaechan @jungw0nlvr @molensworld @Pinklemonade34 @shyshy-sana @lecheugo @chuutaroo @chxrry-cvnt @thinkabt-vivi @kimmingyuslover @sseastar-main @haechansbbg @3l3-eve @imthisclosetokms @serafilms @thesunoosshining @hibernatinghamster @icywhatim @dutifullyannoyingfox @koeuh @eunbiland @haechology @imsiriuslyreal @ffixtionista @eunwoophobic @boopdidoosbloog @vatterie @sungchansfiance @bebskyy @nakam00t @wonychu @@ahnneyong @zenohtwo

☆ love on the radio taglist: @annswwa @rksbae @myizhous @istphanie @nyxvrse @euiioo @ohmykwonsoonyoung @chweverni @shotaroswifeyily @rllymark @sseastar-main @cottonfluffs @yangasm @daegale

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★ minisode. zero - profiles. / profiles..

minisode. one - meep mop

minisode. two - neighborhood friendly ceo

minisode. three - fellow younglings

minisode. four - rebelling against sm phase

minisode. five - incomplete love story

minisode. six - lowkey crazy cool

minisode. seven - ruined being 12 and thriving

minisode. eight - photosynthesis

minisode. nine - no just no

minisode. ten - #wonyn

minisode. eleven - sound proof walls

minisode. twelve - deep caca poop

minisode. thirteen - I’m just a pookie

minisode. fourteen - there is a noise

minisode. fifteen - I have my sources

minisode. sixteen - middle school insults

minisode. seventeen - tie a tie wikihow

minisode. eigthteen - main slayer

minisode. nineteen - grow some big boy ballz

minisode. twenty - anti aespa era

minisode. twenty-one - late nights lol

minisode. twenty-two - go with the flow

minisode. twenty-three - sugar

[gingernut1314]

Just For One Dance

Sanji x GN!Reader

Summary: You didn't smile. Didn't laugh. Didn't dance. But when you do, you become Sanji's whole world.

Warnings: Fluffff, some angst, Spoilers for the anime (Alabasta Arc)

Word Count: 1.1K

Song:

September - Instrumental

A/N: I've had this little idea for a whileeee now, and I've been itching to write it, so I hope you all enjoy!!! 🩷🩷🩷

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It was as if the moon had carved itself onto your lips. So bright and shining with a celestial glow that was otherworldly. 

You were smiling. 

You were smiling and it was making it hard for Sanji to breathe. 

The cigarette he had lit seconds ago fell from his lips as he watched you tilt your head up to the sky, arms spread so you could feel every last droplet of rain upon your skin. Tears rolled over the flushed rounds of your cheeks, a laugh bordering on a sob falling from those grinning lips of yours. 

Your laugh--your laugh. 

It was a sound sweeter than honey--richer than the smoothest chocolate. It was a sound that was engraving itself into Sanji’s very mind. One he would not easily forget.

Sanji had known you for a short while now. Had known you ever since the protection of Vivi had been passed from the recently deceased Igaram onto you. 

He knew you were a serious, honor and duty-driven warrior. Knew you didn’t seek any of life's pleasures out for yourself, putting your duties and princess above all else. 

He knew that included any of the special treats or drinks he made for you and the ladies of his crew. Included the simple act of partaking in conversion outside of snapping words at his crew whenever they grew too careless around your princess. Words Sanji himself had been bitten by more times than he could count on both hands for even trying to make a conversion with you. 

Sanji knew you didn’t laugh. Didn’t joke. Didn’t cry or get upset for yourself. Didn’t smile. 

He had wanted to change that ever since he had first laid eyes on you at Little Garden after you had someone managed to track your princess down. 

He had wanted to bring you joy. Had wanted to try and ease that pain and strife waging a war in your eyes. 

He had learned from Vivi what had happened to your family. Your mother and baby sister had been killed during a rather horrid sandstorm. Your father, after joining the royal guard, had been killed in battle. Your brother, very shortly after joining the rebel forces currently opposing Vivi and her father, had been killed during a raid. 

Yet you stayed steady in your loyalty to Vivi, who had become your friend and given you sanctuary as her handmaiden as well as the opportunity to train with Igaram. Yet you sought nothing out for yourself, always giving and protecting. 

So Sanji did what he could to make you feel appreciated. He made sure your meals were prepared with the utmost care and packed with all the protein and nutrients you needed. Made sure to bring you water after hours of sitting in the sun and training. Sanji even tried his hand at downplaying his flirting. At just sitting with you in your silence and even throwing you the occasional joke just so he could see you crack the smallest of smiles. 

It never worked of course. You were a steadfast warrior, one whose serious nature rivaled that of the Straw Hats’ own warrior. 

But here you were, smiling as the rain-soaked you to the bone. Smiling and laughing and crying for your country which had faced so much hardship.

And when you turned that smile onto Sanji, his heart stopped. His brain stopped. The soft hush of the rainfall around them and the voices of his crew fell away until all he could hear was you.

He watched you approach him with a carefulness he wanted to tell you wasn’t needed, but his throat had run dry--words catching and faltering under your stunning beauty. 

A calloused strong yet gentle hand smoothed over his, slowly interlocking fingers in a soft hold. Some semblance of sense came back to Sanji then, his fingers tightening their hold around your hand and feet moving him closer into your joy-filled presence.

“Dance with me?” You asked, eyes turning away from his in yet another emotion you had yet to gift him. Shyness. 

“I thought you didn’t dance?” Sanji teased, leaning ever closer. 

He wanted to be near you--needed to be near you. It was a feeling so strong it had a hold on his physical body. 

You rolled your eyes at his tease, but that smile never once drooped. 

“I told you I wouldn’t dance with you until the rains fell for my home again.” You said, voice cracking in your over-flowing happiness. Your light-filled eyes glanced upward once more, your smile only growing. “I could be mistaken, but I believe it’s raining now.” Sanji’s own laugh flew from his chest, gaining those watery, joy-filled eyes once more. 

“I believe it is.” He pulled you carefully against his body, his own hand guiding yours to lay on his shoulder. 

“I must warn you though. I am a horrid dancer.” You laughed in that silvery way of yours, pulling your body flush against Sanji’s. “I am but a lowly soldier.” 

“And I am but a lowly pirate. What brilliant dance partners will we make for each other.” You watched Sanji was a long moment. Watched him as your eyes softened and your smile grew warm. A softness and warmth meant only for him. Warmth that wormed its way into Sanji’s heart and would stay there until death was kissing his brow.

Just as Sanji’s hand found purchase on the small of your back, the voice of your princess came floating closer. A voice that had your smile faltering and that seriousness filling your eyes. You were going to leave him just as he had been gifted your smile and laughter and joyous brightness. 

Sanji held you closer against his body--leaned in closer so that his nose was just a breath away from kissing your own. Your eyes widened and that shyness Sanji had instantly loved upon its first arrival bloomed over your face. 

“Let's be selfish. Just for one dance.” You blinked at him. And blinked and Sanji was sure you would pull away from him. 

“Just for one dance.” You agreed, your smile growing once more and setting Sanji’s heart ablaze. 

The rain was your music and the beat of your heart against his guide. 

You may have been true to your word about your dancing abilities, but it hardly mattered to Sanji. Not when you hooked your arms around his neck, resting your forehead against his. Not when your smell, like the very rains falling around you, filled his nose and sent his head spinning. Not when after moments of lovely quiet in each other's arms, you showed him one last gift.

You gifted him a kiss. A smiling kiss he was more than eager to gift right back.

Tags: @fanaticsnail , @lostfirefly

[cozage]

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One Shots

The Language of Love (Ace x m reader) Push and Pull (Law x gn reader) Five Stages of Grief (Ace x gn reader) A Life of Adventure (Beckman x gn reader) Transmission (Law x female reader) Settling Down (Shanks x female reader) A Painted Dream (Sanji x gn reader) A Lifetime Promise (Law x female reader) Home is Where the Heart is (Luffy x gn reader) There When You Need Us (ASL family x female reader) Wings of the Pirate King (Luffy x female reader) Dreamland (Sabo x female reader) Comic Books (Law x gn reader) Love Marks (Zoro x female reader + familial ASL) Red Nose (Buggy x gn reader) A Cold Cola (Franky, Sanji) Fairytale (Sanji x gn reader) How to Save a Life (Luffy x gn reader) Winter Island Blues (Law x gn reader) Leaving (Law x gn reader) Missing Ingredient (Sanji x fem reader)

Made for Two fic (Sanji x gn reader) completed :)

Prologue: Sunset for One Set for Two Recipe for Two Dance for Two Dessert for Two

The Moss that Grew in Gloom (Zoro x female reader) (ongoing)

The Fall of a Swordsman Honor in Asking for Help Training and Teaching Celebrating the Little Things A Secret Code A Night Not Spent Alone Day One Day Two Day Three

The Daughter's Return (Ace x female reader) complete :)

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The Meaning of Justice: A short fic (ongoing)

Chapter One: Loguetown Chapter Two: Nanohana Chapter Three: Alabasta Desert Chapter Four: Yuba

[trashytoastboi]

🛠Eustass Kid Masterlist🛠

🛠 NSFW Scenario: Submissive! Kid x GN! Reader part 1

🛠 NSFW Scenario: Submissive Kid x GN! Reader part 2

🛠 Headcanons: Ace, Law, Kid x S/O – Reacting to them crying in front of them for the first time

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Ace x S/O who is afraid of thunder and being comforted during a heavy storm

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Luffy reacting to seeing their timid S/O angry for the first time

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer x S/O who is afraid of physical intimacy due past trauma

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Bonney, Perona x S/O who is going through a depressive episode and how they comfort them

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Bonney x S/O – Building blanket forts together

🛠 Fluff Alphabet: Kid, Ace, Perona – I, L, O

🛠 Fluff Alphabet: Killer, Kid – V, I, U

🛠 Fluff Alphabet: Law, Kid, X-Drake – C, P, Y🛠 Headcanons: Yandere! Kid x S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, X-Drake - Reacting to their crew throwing them a surprise party

🛠 Headcanons: Sabo, Kid, Luffy x F! Keyblade Wielder

🛠 Headcanons: Kid and Killer falling for the same girl

🛠 Headcanons: Kid and Killer falling for the same girl part 2

🛠 Scenario: Jealous! Kid x F! S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Zoro, Ace – Reaction to their S/O cosplaying as them.

🛠 Scenario: Kid, Killer with F! S/O (Poly) who wants to leave the crew out of fear of endangering them.

🛠 Headcanons: Vivi, Kid, Law – Reaction to their partner telling them they are Asexual

🛠 Short Headcanons: Law, Kid, Ace - Reaction to their S/O burping

🛠 Headcanons: Zoro, Kid, Law, Luffy - with a S/O who has a Buster sword

🛠 Headcanons: Sanji, Law, Kid, Killer - First kiss

🛠 Headcanons: Ace, Law, Kid - Reacting to their F! S/O suddenly crying because of how much she loves him

🛠 Scenario: Eustass Kid x Marine! S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Roadtrip AU! Kid x Law – Road trip

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Sanji – Reaction to their S/O getting compliments and being approached in public for their looks

🛠 Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Law, Kid with Short! Male! S/O who collapses with a fever due to carelessness for his health

🛠 Headcanons: Shanks, Rayleigh, Whitebeard, Kid – Falling in love at first sight with F! Admiral and how they try for her attention

🛠 Headcanons: Zoro, Ace, Law, Kid – with a S/O who sleeps with their eyes open

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer – with extremely kind and protective S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Killer and Kid – what kind of dad would they be?

🛠 Short scenarios: Eustass Kid - #2. You’re comfy + #4. I’ll stay up with you. Killer - #6 Possessiveness + #11 Making the other laugh.

🛠 Headcanons: Crocodile, Kid x Small! S/O - #2. You’re comfy

🛠 Headcanons: SFW and NSFW – Crocodile, Kid with Introvert! Male! SO

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer with S/O that has tics and fidgets a lot due to anxiety and stress

🛠 Headcanons: X-Drake, Zoro, Kid with S/O who has trouble falling asleep

🛠 Headcanons: #37. Hostclub AU – Law, X-Drake, Kid

🛠 Headcanons: Shanks, Zoro, Kid x Shy! Curious! S/O

🛠 Short Scenarios: Dad! Kid, Dad! Law, Dad! Zoro, Dad! Crocodile with extremely shy daughter who has the tendency to hide away

🛠 Headcanons: Kid x Male! S/O - Looking for attention from a stubborn captain

🛠 Scenarios: Kid, Killer, Ace – Runaway Bride

🛠 Headcanons: Dad AU! Dad! Kid with young daughter – Reacting to when she starts declaring marriage and her being around boys

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Zoro, Law, Sabo x F! S/O who has a cursed flower in her right eye

🛠 NSFW Headcanons: Kid and Killer x F! Reader – Liking the same girl and having her confess to wanting them

🛠 Scenario: Kid x S/O – Eunoia

🛠 Headcanons: X-Drake, Law, Kid x S/O – Reacting to their S/O cutting their long hair to them during a fight

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer, Luffy x S/O with wings

🛠 Headcanons: Luffy, Law, Kid x S/O – who has a split sleeping schedule.

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Sabo, X-Drake x Friend! Reader who has the Friend’s Power ability.

🛠 Headcanons: Pregnancy and Parental for Kid, Law x F! S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Zoro x S/O who has given them a really sweet nickname

🛠 Headcanons: Doflamingo, Corazon, Law, Kid x S/O who was “killed” by the World Government

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Killer x F! Reader – Confessing their feelings and discovering she has a girlfriend

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Marco, Zoro x Short! Male! Crewmate who hides his injury after a fight and collapses as a result

🛠 NSFW Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Kid, Law x S/O - First time with their partner who is afraid of being touched and having sex due to their past as a slave

🛠 Scenario: Law and Kid x Shy! Goth! Pirate – Chance Encounters

🛠 NSFW Scenario: ABO AU! Alpha! Kid x Omega! S/O – #6. Heat

🛠 Headcanons: Kid and Killer x F! S/O – Reacting to thinking their girlfriend is breaking up with them

🛠 Headcanons: SFW and NSFW - First Times with Eustass Kid

🛠 Headcanons: Alpha! Crocodile, Alpha! Doflamingo, Alpha!Kid x Male! Short! Omega who feels insecure – #1. Your scent is intoxicating

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid x Male! S/O who avoids emotional talks and conflict, but lately his self destructive thoughts lead him to seek comfort from his partner

🛠 Headcanons: ABO AU! Alpha! Kid x Alpha! Male! Reader – #12. Courting

🛠 Headcanons: Ace, Sabo, Luffy, Usopp, Law, Kid x Male! S/O is usually bright and loud but he had a bad day and needs some comfort

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Law, Shanks, Luffy x S/O - Walking in on their partner “confessing” to their vice captain

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Zoro, Law x S/O - Hiding an engagement ring in cake to propose to their partner

🛠 Headcanons: Crocodile, Luffy, Zoro, Kid x Quiet! Calm! S/O - Losing their shit

🛠 Headcanons: Kid, Law, Zoro x Stowaway! Reader - Escaping and hiding from Dr. Vegapunk

🛠 Headcanons: Law, Kid, Ace wanting Reader to join their crew

🛠 NSFW Headcanons: Kid, Crocodile, Sanji, Shanks x S/O using their safeword.

🛠 Headcanons: Kid x Toy Maker! S/O

🛠 Headcanons: Hawkins, Law, Kid, Killer x Male! S/O – Reacting to seeing their S/O’s face for the first time

🛠 NSFW Scenario: Kid x F! S/O – First time

[vivievienne]

Swapping outfits — Flufftober Day 25

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In which you and Veritas swap your outfits!

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: I love dubbing servers istg. also be ready guys... tomorrow i drop vivi x fanta squad pharmacist ff! (gosh... i got longer fics with each day!! i'm recovering finally...)

𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: might be ooc, suggested a male!reader but there's no use of male he/him pronouns for reader so can be gn as well!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 352

"What a foolish thing you decided to do today?", Ratio said with his typical, slightly irritated tone. He couldn't find his usual clothes and it triggers him. Like they didn't disappear in the air! He knew you did something to them. He just knew.

"Well, you probably already know what I am 'bout to!", you shouted from the bathroom. "You didn't get those doctorates in chips, didn't you?"

"Are you suggesting that I may not have the knowledge that I represent?", he asked with a frown.

"Veritas, calm down, I can see that you are frowning through the door!", you laughed. "C'mon, where is it written that I am implying something? Don't imagine things!"

"Then maybe I should imagine where my clothing is?", he rolled his eyes and stood in front of the bathroom door.

"You're asking, you got!", you opened it with a smirk. You wore his clothes. You wore HIS clothes. No way... That was... unexpected, even for genius like him. And you even dare to pose in this!? "I must say, it's quite comfortable. Though, the students must be very distracted during your classes because of it."

"Take. It. Off. Now", he said slowly but bluntly. How did you dare to do that!?

"No way! Today is a swap-day!", you smiled.

"Swap-day? What on the earth is that!?"

"We are swapping each other's clothes for a day! Isn't it obvious, Veritas?"

"I am not going to wear your clothes!", he stated. This going to be the end of his career if he does! He can't... blame his dignity like that!

"Then, you are going to wear nothing!", you shrugged it off. "I think that students will enjoy the view as much as I do", you winked.

Ratio sighed. If you want to play it dirty, he will play it even dirtier.

So now, he's standing in your clothes with unsatisfied look. You could be cruel sometimes...

"Wow, I didn't thought that it will suit you this good", you said as you saw him in these.

"That's only for an one day. And not for a hour longer."

[atoriid]

Plushie or your Lover?

-drabble-

summary: your giant Leisurely otter plushie has arrived…Neuvillette is not impressed

incl.: established relationship, pet names, crack, fluff, unspecified gender for reader, 5ft tall otter plushie, jealousy jealousy, unspecified time stamp

pairing/s: Neuvillette x gn!reader

warning/s: none

note: got bored and I thought why not?

For as long as you remember, your partner, Neuvillette, has always reminded you of cute little sea otters…er well not that Neuvillette was particularly small; on the contrary he’s tall. And so it was only fitting when you impulsively purchased a sea otter plushie you choose the largest option there is.

Once Neuvillete caught wind of this; he was, unsurprisingly, not pleased with such purchase. It also does not add to the fact that this seemingly absurd plushie is now  comfortably tucked in your side of the bed.

“Dear…must you keep that thing beside you even in bed?” The said thing is currently being cuddled by you instead of your very much jealous lover.

With a serious tone you answered, “Why yes and for your information this thing is named Monsieur Vivi; he demands respect and cuddles.”

Neuvillette face palmed, what? It even has a name?!  “And I demand your constant attention and cuddles” 

As you connected the dots, a sly smirk crawled onto your lips. You pulled the plush closer. “Oh but I have Monsieur Vivi to spoil.”

“Ma chérie, hand it over.” Neuvillette’s eyes narrowed, gaze filled with jealousy as he grabbed the poor otter’s arm. You immediately tighten your hold unwilling to surrender.

“Nooo” You tried your hardest to win this game of tug, but none can win against a very jealous Neuvillette. With one powerful tug, he finally managed to toss it away. “Noooo, Darling dearest whyyyyy!”

You tried to slip out of the duvet, but Neuvillette had a good reflex and grabbed you by your waist, pulling you back to lay down. 

You turned to look at him, eyes glazed with unshed tears. “Mon amour…why did you do that to my plushie?”

Neuvillette scoffed, “Why settle for a mere plush when here I am right in front of you?”

You couldn’t help but giggle. So cute~

“If I really must…” You cuddled up to him nuzzling your face onto his neck. “I shall give all my attention and cuddles to you~”

“Good.” He said as he kissed your hair, shifting positions to get more comfortable.

“And yes, Monsieur Vivi is a permanent resident in this household.”

“Darling dearest-”

“No buts”

“I-”

“You cannot sweet talk your way this time, waterboy~”

With his quick thinking, he swiftly pushed you and mustered every bit of cuteness inside him, channelling it into his lavender eyes.

“No!” 

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[uriwoos2]

my feelings, forever. 𓂃⊹ (psh)

*·˚ . ✶ pairing: bf!sungho x gn!reader. genre: fluff, a teensy bit of hurt/comfort if u squint. overview: a date with your lovely bf turns into an aching heart (or two), as you try and accept each other's love for what it is. word count: 2.2k warnings: mentions of being obsessed with another person (light hearted, in a non-toxic way) idk if this counts as suggestive, but there's kissing! ♡ note: haha.. idk what came over me.. this was originally a very fluffy soft date scenario in my head but then it just happened.. sooo give it a read if you'd like, sorry if it's weird. nevertheless, hope you enjoy! big thanks to vivi for beta reading! I appreciate it sm!! <3 like & reblog if you enjoy reading >< — with love, cream <3 . . . @onedoornet

♪₊˚song: lily of the valley – daniel.

warmth,

it's what you feel on your face as the afternoon sun lays it's rays upon your cheeks, ever so softly. you feel smothered by it, rather than irritated, its beams not so overbearing today. or maybe it's your mood that's different..

warmth, it's what you hold in your hand, in the form of an arm, belonging to your dearest person. as you lay there, head resting in his lap, hugging it close to your chest. the arm holds you with care, his touch firm, but ever so gentle.

warmth, it's what falls into your field of vision as you lazily crack your eyes open, meeting his. beyond him, the great star glowing as bright as it felt on your skin. your boyfriend's gaze is directed at you, not any less fascinating, so love-filled, that you have no trouble reading his mind, no need for words to be uttered.

warmth, it's what you decipher in the smile sungho gives you, his lips moving to shape words that float to you like little notes sung by the purest angels. you find yourself thinking that you could listen to him forever.

he asks you, what are you thinking about, and you can't help but let your stare linger on his face, instead of responding. the way his long eyelashes flutter when he blinks, the swiftness with which his tongue darts out to wet his lips, and his cheeks.. painted a lovely cherry tone, courtesy of the summer heat. oh how wonderful he is.

warmth, it's what you feel spreading throughout your body, as he giggles softly, covering his face with the hand that's not holding yours. blush spreads to the bridge of his slender nose, as you go to get a feel of his heated skin, thumb brushing the reddened cheeks as delicately as he, himself is.

I can't function well when you stare at me like that, he admits shyly. but your affection for him just grows at that, eliciting a giddy chuckle of your own.

warmth, it's what the cool breeze brings along with it, as it flows through your lover's hair, caressing it with utmost care. you feel it brush against the bare skin of your legs, soothing and refreshing, as it tends to be in the season of the sun.

you sit up. there's an undeniable urge, a pull in your body that wants, no– needs to cradle sungho in your arms.

you used to feel quite shy about such honest displays of affection, feeling so vulnerable and embarrassed to act on these intense emotions.. but now, all the last bit of doubt is discarded in the dark depths of your mind, since your boyfriend confessed to adoring it, when you're sincere, when you're bold. so you grab his sides to satisfy the longing of your aching heart to get close to his.

warmth, it's what inevitably pulses through your bloodstream, when your lover wraps his strong, gentle arms around you. his face immediately hidden in the safety of the crook of your neck. ...he's shy.

your heart swells with the deep adoration for the person in your hold, as you're able feel his bashful smile through where it rests against your skin. your own heart detects the shift in the speed of his heartbeat, gradually slowing as he relaxes into you. my gentle boy. your arms tighten around his middle, the need to protect him so utterly strong. you're not sure from what, exactly, but you know you'd rather go blind than see your baby hurt. you press an appreciative little peck on his shoulder, as pure love swells in your chest. so soft, my darling.

warmth, it's what causes you to reluctantly part from one another eventually, the heat of your bodies adding to the already scorching temperature in the air, making it impossible to tolerate. but it remains, the warmth that is, in the form of your boyfriend's flushed cheeks. in the form of a permanent phenomenon in the crevices of your heart.

you smile at him, reaching out to tuck some hair strands out of his angelic face. his hand instantaneously finds yours in an impatient grip. you desperately want to believe he craves closeness, just as much as you do. even though he's very polite about it.. he's so nice. he's so good.

warmth, it's what you hope your gaze holds, as you let it travel across his features, the entirety of him, admiring his beauty. feeling a bit choked up with how lovely he is, how much he means to you.. your heart skips a beat.

the roaming gaze finally comes to a stop at his thoughtful eyes. he's already looking at you, the color of his irises brightened in the natural light of the sun. you lean in to touch your lips to sungho's waiting ones. his body seemingly having a gravitational field of its own, drawing you near and near, leaving you helpless under the inexplicable force.

but you're willing. more than that, it's your dream to never ever leave his side, finding solace and home in your love, the reason why his lips feel so natural on yours, as if in a heartfelt reunion after being separated for centuries.

his hand comes to feel your face, keep you on him. it's not as if you'd want to part with him anyway, but he makes sure.

warmth, it's what you feel swirling in the space between the two of you, as you finally retract your eager, swollen lips to take a breath. his forehead coming in contact with yours, eyelids dropping, as a content smile rests on his face.

you keep yours open, focusing on how he regains his normal breathing rhythm. his cheeks scarlet for a different reason now, but it doesn't matter. he's cute either way.

a giggle escapes you unknowingly, startling him, as he peeps at you through one of his eyes, gaze curious and playful. in times like these, you can swear you almost feel your heart being stepped on, ripped open and sewn back together. only now with an image of your dreamy lover etched inside. it hurts.

warmth, it's what you, once again, detect on the sides of his face through your fingertips. he shuts his eyes, feigning shyness now. he's simply adorable. my silly baby. you don't have any words to describe the gut wrenching emotions he makes you experience, no way to relay your passion and yearning in any way, but also not wanting to overwhelm him, scare him away.. your feelings are a bit too much, after all.. even for you. so you settle for a peck on the tip of his dainty nose, wishing on every star in the sky that he gets the message.

warmth, it's evident in the tug at the corners of his pretty mouth, he knows what I'm trying to do. he can tell, because in times like these your demeanor changes completely, eyes focused entirely on his face, almost as if you're attempting to seep through the shell of his body and take a closer look at his soul. almost as if he's the only tangible being left on earth, and in all existence. the only thing you can touch, feel, and see.

he always notices it when you get in this sort of headspace, staring at him with this.. look in your eyes. one that almost makes him feel like you want to devour him whole, break the barrier of his skin and sneak through his ribcage to live there with him. as if it's not enough to just hug his body, your arms aching to cradle his heart. and truthfully, you kinda want to. really, really dreadfully want to. the need makes you feel sick, and so incredibly lonely.

warmth, it's what he leaves on your cheek in the shape of a kiss, in an attempt to reassure you, that he's not scared of your feelings. even though he should be, you think to yourself. you don't ever want to make him uncomfortable, deeming his heart too fragile and precious, almost as if you share his pain, and as if you know all his troubles.. but then he takes you by the wrists, carefully placing your hands flat on his chest, right above his speedy heart. it's so fast.. so comforting.

warmth, is what drips from his words, when he tells you, he loves you. more than you could ever imagine... and you think he somehow really has access to all your thoughts. because, otherwise.. otherwise… how would he know the exact second, when your mind takes a harsh, ugly turn, urging horrible emotions to take over your head? how?..

but then he smiles, as he usually does, with all his love woven into the simple gesture, as he repeats his confession, I love you.

warmth, it's what he claims to receive through your actions, your words, and even, your thoughts. he tells you, he's grateful for your raw yearning for him, with an affection in his eyes that pools and threatens to overflow.

you duck your head, bumping his chest with it, unwilling to believe something so unthinkable, at least that's what you deem it to be. but you can't escape it, as the sincerity of his words flows through each single pulse of his heart, and you just can't dismiss it. never. it's yours too, after all.

warmth, it's what persists, even when you retract both your palms and forehead from where they're resting on his chest, breaking all contact. you don't know what to do with yourself, head hung low as you try to process it all, as you try to accept it all.

he loves me as much as I love him, and needs me just as much too.. he says this, but does he truly not feel a shred of repulsion over the sheer intensity of your twisted, almost obsessive longing for him?

warmth, it's in how carefully sungho holds your cheeks to bring your face into his field of vision, once more. his gaze unfaltering, full of fondness and understanding. his heart swells at the way that you're the one, who's actually so polite about your love, and your need for him. your hearts so alike, but it's inevitable, since they're connected, sharing an identical beat.

he glances toward the sky for a moment, sunshine flashing his eyes, too bright. the thought echoes in his mind as his gaze focuses back on you, too bright. sungho boops your nose with the tip of his finger, and giggles under his breath. he's repeating my gesture, you think. he understands you, and accepts your love. he reciprocates it too, unsurprisingly. he's more than willing to communicate it in a way you would grasp the full meaning of it, so he copies you.

your heart skips a beat and you can feel tears threatening to fall. but before they have a chance, he speaks to you in a whisper, calling you by the term of endearment so overused by now, that you'd feel sick of it, if you weren't absolutely head over heels for him, my light, I know.. I know it well, and I love you.

warmth, is what settles into your bones, feeling as if he's just snuck into your heart and wrapped his arms around it, beating you to it.

warmth, as his lips land on yours in a kiss so tender, almost as if to seal his confession, a proof of his honesty.

warmth, left behind by the tears in their trail as they slide down your face, landing on his cheek. you kiss him back softly, thanking him in each and every peck. thank you, thank you, thank you.

warmth, is what he feels, everytime he sets his eyes on you. most of the time even the simple thought of you brings a certain comfort to smother his mind, and when he closes his eyes he sees it.

your warmth, lighting up the void of his equally lonely heart, each and every corner of it.

maybe, he'll tell you all this someday, maybe, he'll be brave enough to admit how much of himself he actually shares with you.. someday. but the warm breath of his hitting your lips is enough now, it's more than. he kisses your tears away, insanely regretful to have made you cry.

warmth, in your eyes, as some of that innate light seeps out through them, making a beeline straight for his aching heart. he's mesmerised by it, the way it glimmers so visibly.

it's all warmth, when you lay your head back on sungho's soft lap, taking his arm into your hold, back to how you were, sniffling as you feel exhaustion overcome you.

except, your hearts beat in sync, more than ever now, sharing the same exact warmth.

it's all safe and quiet in this moment, there's just this whisp of comfort, floating through the air, as you drift off in the arms of your love.

sungho looks down to observe your peaceful face, but all he can see through his eyes, is a warm ball of glowing yellow in his arms.

there's a soft whisper of I love you, one more time. this time only the wind here to witness it, but he doesn't mind. not at all.

a gentle feeling overcomes his mind and takes shelter his heart. and yes, it's undeniably intense, but it is warm.

[nicorobinmywife]

when you accidentally unfollow them on social media

modern op x gn reader

Would be sad or confused wondering if you're mad at them: Chopper, Sanji, Vivi, Ace, Usopp, Sabo, Shanks, Yamato, Robin, Franky, Perona, Law, Killer, Buggy, Shirahoshi, Reiju, Katakuri, Corazon, Coby, Bartolomeo

Would be mad asf and unfollow you back: Eustass Kid (his petty ass also blocks you), Nami, Boa Hancock, Doflamingo, Enel, Crocodile, Rob Lucci, Niji, Yonji, Ichiji, Cavendish

would not notice: Luffy (too busy watching food videos or playing games)

don't have social media: Zoro (lost his account password) Mihawk (my man just want to be in peace).

[pentrologram]

What Normal People Do

John 'Soap' Mactavish and Simon 'Ghost' Riley have routines. They have also each other, the truck, the dog, and their flat. That is until the dog practically manhandles you into their life. Changes ensue. please be warned this is very self indulgent and probably not in character at all. i have never played MM2, i haven't watched a single playthrough (unless countless tiktok edits count) and I only know what I do about their characters from a lot of tumblr posts and fics on ao3. speaking of- ao3! ghost/soap/gn!reader (established ghoap)

I'll Run Away With You

Simon Riley is not known for being tender and soft-spoken- he wasn’t a lieutenant because he spoon-fed soldiers and tucked them in on cots in the middle of a war field. He earned his stay on Earth, earned his title, hell, earned the clothes on his back. God would have had his head if he hadn’t made sure the younger, more incompetent kind didn’t have to, too.

It was hard for him to find that balance between the harshness of his job and the still bad but significantly less thorny outside (or inside?) world. Sometimes, while on the field, old injuries from years past would randomly decide to rear their heads. Maybe it would be an old knife wound that felt like it was bruising all over again or his ears would ring like he was hearing gunshots in the middle of a Marks and Spencers.

He was a valuable soldier, he knew. There were bunches and gaggles of people who wanted his head mounted on a stick- too many to count, and properly address. He was only one man, though. It would make sense that after all those years, it would weigh on him.

When he was younger, newer to the military, he tried to be normal when he was off duty. What his mam would have wanted for him, had she not been a deadbeat and dead. Polo shirts that stretched around his wide frame tucked into jeans, taking care of the flat he rented somewhere in the countryside-city (it’s not really a suburb but he calls it that anyways because who cares?) and pretending to debate about vacuums and silverware. Because that’s what normal people do.

But as time went on, it got harder to separate work from his life, and he just… let it consume him. Now that same suburb-y flat is in a place more urban than sub, “prime real estate,” he overheard in a decent pub with a pint once in between missions. Rent’s gone up, that’s damn sure. He offhandedly considers buying the whole building sometimes- he’s got bloody enough money, more than enough from saving absentmindedly, as the money had nowhere notable to go- but he wouldn’t be present enough to be a landlord and that shite. The flat he tried to furnish when he was twenty-something is still furnished the same way, if not a little more touched up by Johnny and his never-ending energy, and sometimes, it feels like being in a dead person’s house. It’s lived in but in a state of perpetual disrepair, never feeling like an actual home (at least for him).

The fridge was rarely ever stocked with anything but condiments and beer during their military days- he and Johnny never really had the energy to cook, preferring to use their free time elsewhere- but the bed had a frame (better than what he can think of some of his friends, bleedin’ Johnny and bringing girls back to a mattress on the floor before he moved in with Simon) and a rug underneath it and even a potted plant on a side table that is 100% plastic. It catches the light nicely in the wee hours of the morning, though, so it’s worth dusting the thin, leathery material of the fake lily now and again.

The flat is more furnished now, now that they’re officially in retirement. Knick knacks found at thrift stores or random handouts from the festivals and fairs that they go to every season, just to feel a little human again. There are more plastic plants on the side table now and Simon even tentatively tried a spider plant six months ago. It’s still alive, flourishing even, and now Simon has a couple of gardening books. Sometimes, when neither of them can sleep, Simon reads them out loud while Johnny fiddles with some new craft. Johnny says out loud once that they should get a house, for Simon and his plants.

Johnny came home with him every time they got some leave time together. The two of them are one in the same, really, feral animals without an off switch. It makes it easy for a relationship to foster, their understanding of the other in such an intimate and vulnerable way. It lets them open up guarded and bruised hearts, letting the other shine a flashlight on them and deciding to love them anyway. It’s the same as the hopeless romantic shit that you see in movies but plays out a lot dirtier in real life- it’s all the love and passion and borderline insanity that comes with a real first love mixed with the obsession of two retired soldiers who had been in the game too long and longer still without anyone normal to add some perspective to their lives.

That’s how it’ll always be, Simon thinks to himself as he stares at Johnny, hulk of a man he is, curled around Simon like a docile little thing- he surely looks it, as he was dwarfed by the extra five inches and the fifty pounds Simon had on him. He’s asleep- man sleeps like the dead, anywhere and everywhere- mohawk unruly and sticking up every which way. Getting long, Simon thinks to himself as he runs a hand through it- slightly sweat slicked but soft from a shower that night. It’s the right on the cusp of summer, the AC working hard- in this old flat, it doesn’t work the best but gets the brunt of it done. Simon’s opened up a window, (hesitantly- but between him, Johnny, and the dog, it’s sweltering and he fears he might get heatstroke) the one closest to his reach, so that the mesh covering can ventilate the room. They’re three stories up, but neither he nor Johnny enjoy having windows open. Too many weaknesses. He takes advantage of the window, though, lighting up a cigarette with a Zippo Johnny got for him a year ago.

His life is full of opposites, he finds. Johnny tends to take up a room, but Simon moves silently, just like his callsign. Johnny sleeps like a log while Simon struggles with his insomnia (right now he hopes the cigarette will help quiet him enough for sleep).

It won’t, Simon thinks to himself as he watches the moon move through the window and sinks below where he can see and eventually, the sun makes its appearance known. He puts his cigarette out sometime between the sun bleeding to view and the first rays of dawn because time keeps on moving and then Johnny is shifting awake at 0800. Johnny blinks, eyes already bright, ready for the day. He’s always alert when he wakes up, force of habit, Simon supposes. He doesn’t sleep enough himself to be so put together when he wakes up.

Then their day goes as follows:

Johnny puts the telly and the kettle on while Simon makes them brekkie. After two cups of tea are made (one with enough creamer to strangle a cow and the other black and simple, the way God intended it, as Johnny’ll tell Simon) and toast and egg sandwiches like the ones from cafes that Johnny learned how to make on a whim are put together, they sit for a while, just enjoying their company. Johnny fiddles with something- today it’s the newspaper- and Simon reads a book, and every once and a while, there’ll be a fair advertised in the paper. The fairs have always been there, in the city, but the two of them never really had the time while in the military. Now, they have more time than they can think to do with it, and so Johnny dragging Simon to them is now a familiar routine.

“‘S strawberries thi’ year,” Johnny says out loud.

“Mm?” Simon hums, immediately knowing what Johnny is talking about.

“Shite, 't started tae days ago.” He puts the paper down and puts his hands on his knees, and Simon puts a bookmark in his book before getting up.

They work cohesively around each other while getting ready to go to the fair. Johnny searches through the walk-in closet for a shirt and Simon digs through their dresser for socks. Johnny fixes his mohawk while Simon hooks a surgical mask around his ears. Johnny laces his sneakers up and pulls Riley’s harness on and Simon pulls on a hoodie, and then the three of them are in Simon’s truck, chugging along to the Town Center, where there are tents and stalls and people with strawberry hats. They get strawberry cider, strawberry pound cake and strawberry-shaped pasta to take home and strawberry cider that the both of them conclude is just Sp

rite in a pink glass bottle. Simon has to talk Johnny down from buying a big, ugly strawberry hat for Riley and compensates with a ceramic strawberry planter. There are strawberry-printed picnic blankets spread underneath trees with strawberry lanterns connecting them, lighting up the public park as the sun dances in the sky. Simon watches idly while Riley bites at a chip Johnny offers her.

They have a moment of peace there, on the picnic blanket, before Riley loses her shit and starts pulling on her leash, her distress signal- usually for Simon, but obviously for someone else now, if the desperate way she’s struggling against her harness is anything to go by. Simon gets up begrudgingly, the metal plate in his knee protesting as he jogs to meet Riley’s speed as she practically sprints behind one of the stalls. There is you; half curled on yourself with your phone in your hands. Riley rips herself out of Simon’s hold and barrels into you, calculating her speed so she’s at a trot when she lays her weight across your lap. You blink, phone forgotten, and Simon watches, silent, as you flinch away. Riley’s nothing if not persistent though, and eventually her weight forces you to calm down. Huh. Simon thinks offhandedly. You still haven’t noticed him, big and hulking as he is, just focused on Riley’s comforting weight as you calm yourself, slow, stuttering breaths evening, phone forgotten. DPT, Simon thinks to himself. When you calm entirely, you spot Simon. Your eyes go wide and you immediately try to wiggle out from underneath Riley.

“Oh, no, I’m sorry, your dog sort of- um, trapped me here, I didn’t mean to-“

“No.” Simon says, and his gruff tone matched with his physique is enough to quiet you. “She wanted to help you. ‘S fine.” He says.

“Um,” you say. “Okay. Are you sure?” Simon just grunts in response.

"Are you okay?” He asks, his voice softening just a little.

“Oh, um. Yeah.”

Simon doesn’t believe you.

He stares down at you for a long while, and your expression gradually grows more anxious.

“I just, um- I have an, um. A thing.” You say quietly.

“Are you okay?” He asks again, giving you a chance to tell the truth, to redeem yourself. “Riley doesn’t start DPT on total strangers for no reason.” This time, Simon’s insistent, giving you no wiggle room. He stares two holes through the back of your head. You look uneasy.

“No, I’m OK. Just… got a little upset.” You say, giving him a little smile. Simon stares longer than necessary. Just as he’s about to answer, Johnny comes in running.

“Si, ‘ave found a strawberry sex stall-!“ Johnny starts before his eyes land on you. Pleasantries are exchanged before you squeak out an excuse and you make a point in scurrying out before Johnny can even start his main charming event. Johnny pouts but watches you go.

“Bonnie, that one,” he murmurs, if a little mournfully. Simon only grunts in agreement.

Later that evening, the interaction is forgotten about. Passed off as just a weird event, perhaps an endearing story to tell about Riley- (sweet girl, always so concerned for others- took off running for a stranger once, she did)- and nothing more.

That night goes as follows:

Johnny and the dog watch telly until Simon is done with dinner. They eat together, their little family, Riley eating her generic shepherd’s meal through her slow feeder, chowing loudly while Simon and Johnny talk about everything and nothing at all. Then they all sit together on the sofa to watch a random movie. It’s time for bed after, which means brushing their teeth, showering, washing hair and getting the last of Riley’s jitters out. Then the three of them settle in bed- it’s barely past 1100 before Johnny’s out like a light.

This is where the routine of retired life varies:

Sometimes Simon will sleep. Sometimes he will stay up for a night, then two, then twelve. Sometimes he’ll take the medicines he is supposed to and others he will wake with night terrors. Sometimes he’ll wake up and feel so broken he’ll wake Johnny up so that can cuddle and fall asleep together and sometimes the dog will wake Simon before an especially bad nightmare.

Yes, his life really is full of contradictions, Simon thinks. Because knows he is in love with Johnny but somehow cannot get his mind off the brief meeting he had with you. He takes after his father in more ways than one, it appears. The heart of a cheater hidden in the skin of a new mind. He and Johnny have had thirds before- but Simon’s never felt so enraptured by one before. Not so quickly, not so strongly, not so potently. He finds himself craving to know more about you, to learn everything about you- the same way he felt about Johnny when they first met. The revelation makes him stay up and smoke and watch the moon bleed to the sun, with Johnny curled to his side and Riley in their bed.

Then their day goes as follows:

Johnny puts the telly and the kettle on while Simon makes them brekkie. After two cups of tea are made and omelettes are put together, they sit for a while, just enjoying their company. Johnny fiddles with something- today it’s a new paper craft- and Simon reads a book. Sometime during that, they'll part ways. Maybe the dog needs a walk or Johnny takes a piss- it's a little like a game of wills, looking for who will tap out of just sitting there first. Today, it's Johnny. He gets up to get his laptop before settling back on the couch with the TV buzzing lowly. Johnny job hunts. Simon reads. Johnny feeds the dog. Simon ponders their pension. At some point both of their minds wander to the same topic- you.

Then their night goes as follows:

Johnny and the dog watch telly until Simon is done cooking dinner. They eat together, their little family, Riley eating her generic kibble, chewing loudly while Simon and Johnny talk about everything and nothing at all. Then they all sit together on the sofa to watch a random movie. It’s time for bed after, which means brushing their teeth, showering, washing hair and walking Riley to tire him out. Then the three of them settle in bed- it’s not even past 1100 before Johnny’s asleep.

Then the routine of retired life varies:

This night, Simon lays on his back like a log before curling into Johnny's back. He sleeps that night.

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[alaskasmonsters]

Hi<3 congratulations to your milestone! 1k followers what a number!

I've really enjoyed your Gojo oneshot sooo much<33 it was the best thing I've read in a while tysm for posting it and blessing my timeline with it<3

As for the event... Can I maybe request one with Portgas d. Ace and the angst prompt "hold on... I never told you about that" ? Thank you so much for your work ily<3

𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖔𝖓…𝖎 𝖓𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖑𝖉 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 (portgas d. ace)

pairing: portgas d. ace x gn!reader

content: (light) angst, misunderstandings, abandonment issues, hurt/comfort, alabasta ace, ace is insecure (illegal), vivi being mentioned (she’s my bbg <3), happy ending

a/n: thank you anon 🙏❤️ i’m happy to hear you enjoyed the gojo oneshot that much! 🥺🥺 i hope you enjoy this too! <333 it’s angsty but with a small dose of fluff in the end <33 and it turned out a little longer than it was supposed to <33 mwUAH! <333

☁️ 1k follower event

Ace was in a bad mood. He’s been so since the both of you had separated from his brother Luffy and his crew a few days ago. At first, you had thought it was because of that, knowing how much Ace loved his brother and how, if the situation was a different one, he would have probably liked to stick around longer. 

You’ve been wrong. 

It was not just that Ace was in a bad mood. He seemed more distant and cold towards you. He wasn’t mean or anything, it just seemed like he was… holding back. 

The two of you got along great usually, Ace was a little bit of a flirt so he was constantly seeking your closeness, making jokes and teasing you. If he wasn’t talking himself he liked to listen to you, usually with a soft smile on his face and an attentive look in his eyes, like everything you were talking about was the most interesting thing he’s ever heard.

Now he was barely even looking at you. 

You had no idea what happened but you kept quiet, hoping that his mood would just improve on its own or that he would open up to you of his own accord and tell you what was bothering him. 

So you waited. 

It wasn’t until a few days later that the topic came up because you finally had a lead on where Blackbeard was, after weeks of searching. 

You hoped this was enough to lighten his mood but his expression just seemed to sour when you told him about your findings with a big grin.

You expected Ace to lighten up, give a thumbs up and a wide grin, maybe pat you on the shoulder and say a few words of encouragement. But instead, he met you with a cold stare, one that made the blood freeze in your veins.

You opened your mouth to ask him what was wrong but he didn’t let you. 

Instead, he clenched his jaw, and grumbled, “Let’s get this over with.”

Your face fell, grin fading completely and replaced by a twist of your lips. “What do you mean?” 

Ace turned his back to you and started packing his things together, probably wanting to get ready and going as soon as possible. “We’ll find Teach, I'll take care of him and then you’re finally rid of me.”

You gaped at him, mouth falling open in shock. “What? Ace, what the fuck?”

You felt confused and hurt he would even say something like that. Rid of him? What was that even supposed to mean?

Ace frowned, avoiding your eyes, slinging his bag over his shoulder. 

“We both know you only went with me because you promised Pops,” he told you, sounding like he struggled to keep his voice calm, “Don’t pretend.”

His words were like a slap to the face for you. For a moment you didn’t know what to say, almost losing yourself to the sinking feeling in your chest as your heart dropped to the pit in your stomach.

Did he really think that? Just because you made a promise to Whitebeard didn’t mean that…

You frowned, eyes darting over Ace’s face.

“Hold on…I never told you that,” you realized, “I never told you about the promise.”

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion, wondering how Ace even knew about this in the first place. 

Ace looked upset, disappointment and hurt flashing through his eyes as he turned to look at you again. You saw his lips jutting out in a scowl.

“Yeah, you’re right. You never told me that!” Ace bit out, clenching his jaw.

You took a step back, feeling tears gather behind your eyes at his harsh tone. 

“How would you…” Your eyes widened as realization dawned on you “Vivi told you.”

You remembered your conversation in Alabasta, how you’d opened up to her about your and Ace’s connection and the background of your travels. But why would she have gone up to Ace and told him what the two of you had talked about?

He must have seen the betrayal in your eyes because he let out a sigh. “Don’t blame her, she thought I knew.”

His face went back to looking upset, “Because why wouldn’t I? Why would you tell this to someone you just met but not me? I thought we-“

He stopped and looked away, never finishing his thought. Instead, he took a breath and said something else, “He made you promise.”

You blinked, the tears long forgotten as you caught a glance at his face. How hurt he looked. You didn’t understand what got him so upset, didn’t understand why he thought…

Did he think you wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for the promise? 

“Ace.”

He didn’t look up and with a groan you reached forward and clasped his wrist, tugging until he was forced to look at you. 

“You’re an idiot!” You yell, making him look at you with an angry look. You wanted to slap his arm for this but you just tightened your grip around his wrist. “I went with you because I wanted to. He made me promise to take care of you after I already told him I would go after you and he couldn’t stop me if he tried!” 

Ace looked taken aback by your words. He blinked down at you, disbelief still present in his gaze. 

“I want to be with you!” You continued, driving your point home.

Ace stared at you with wide eyes. And you froze. Realizing the meaning of your words you felt your entire face go red. That…no, not…

“I mean, I want to- You know, looking for Teach- Not like- We just…”

Ace’s laugh saved you from having to finish that sentence.

“You’re so red right now,” he teased, old grin back on his face as he turned his wrist in your grip and took your hand in his.

You huffed, feeling your panic die down.

“I’m with you, okay? You got that?” You asked, looking up at him with determination.

And Ace’s eyes held so much warmth and joy as he squeezed your fingers between his and told you, “Yes, you’re with me.”

[luffyvace]

☆*:.｡.MASTERLIST.｡.:*☆ part two 😘

Here’s masterlist part 1: (they both have the same anime’s included)

Masterlist part 1 <3

One piece

Monkey D. Luffy:

Luffy x male! Harpy reader (requested)

The Luffy package! (Includes General & relationship headcanons, as well as Luffy quotes—relationship implied) [A birthday special!!]

If Luffy accidentally makes you cry

Luffy x reader who can rap

Luffy x Vice captain of the strawhats

Luffy x amab reader (also has Zoro and Ace) (Requested)

Roronoa Zoro:

Zoro x amab reader (also has Luffy and Ace) (Requested)

Nami:

Nami x fem reader (with Sanji the wingman) (requested)

Nami x male! Reader with water water fruit (requested)

Usopp:

Usopp x male reader (requested)

Vinsmoke Sanji:

Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt1 (pt2 is OUT💋)

Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt2

Sanji x reader who rejects his princess treatment

Sanji Vinsmoke x male reader

Nami x fem reader (with sanji the wingman) (requested)

Robin:

Robin x male! Reader with the water water fruit (requested)

Brook:

Rant about Brook’s time skip powers from fish man island arc (fixed! :3)

Neferatari Vivi:

Vivi x male! Reader with water water fruit (requested)

Vivi x female reader headcanons (for women’s day) (also has Boa Hancock)

All the strawhats:

What the Strawhats would watch on yt (hcs)

Portgas D Ace:

Ace x amab reader (also has Luffy and Zoro) (requested)

Perona:

Perona x female reader

Boa Hancock:

Boa x male! Reader with water water fruit (requested)

Mihawk’s daughter! Reader x Doting! Wine aunt! boa! (Platonic) (requested)

Boa x female reader headcanons (for women’s day) (also has Neferatari Vivi)

Eustass Kid:

Kid x male reader hcs (requested)

Dracule Mihawk:

Mihawk’s daughter! Reader x Doting! Wine aunt! Boa Hancock! (Platonic) (Requested)

Hunter x Hunter

Yandere! Hero! & Villian hxh au! pt1 (hero ver.)

Yandere! Hero & Villain! hxh au! pt2 (villain ver.)

My hero academia

Demon Slayer

Kamado Tanjiro:

Tanjiro b day hcs!!

Bungo Stray Dogs

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa:

Akutagawa as your boyfriend headcanons (gn, also these are for his b day)

Dazai Osamu:

Dazai b day hcs!!

All (or most) bsd characters:

what bsd characters are like driving!!

Saiki K

Saiki Kusuo:

Saiki K x gn! Reader relationship hcs

Saiki K x fem! Implied reader who is his favorite (anonymous) author (requested)

Saiki k x m! Reader bf! Texts (requested)

Saiki k x (fem implied) reader who looks cutesy but writes horror books (that has a old man friend who writes innocent stuff) (requested) (help idk how to explain this)

Saiki k x (fem implied) reader who has a chaotic side blog (requested)

Saiki k x reader who’s author friend put the two of you in his book as a background couple (requested)

Saiki x fem reader who’s being stalked by Makoto (Teruhashi’s brother)

Saiki k with little sister reader! platonic hcs <3

Saiki k’s gf and sister (reader) meet!! [A continuation of the one above]

Hairo Kineshi:

Boyfriend! Hairo Kineshi x gn! Reader hcs (requested) (fixed! :3)

hairo boyfriend texts (with male reader) (requested)

hairo’s kisses headcanons (requested) (an original series’s of mine :3)

hairo’s love languages and how he shows pda (male reader) (requested)

hairo x male reader who has psychic powers (requested)

hairo x male reader—celebrating your b day’s together!! (Requested)

hairo x insecure/shy male reader hcs (requested) (fixed! :3)

Mikoto Aiura:

Girlfriend Aiura hcs (gn)

Mob Psycho 100

Reigen Arataka:

Sitting on Reigen’s lap hcs

Reigen’s Childhood headcanons (requested)

Black Butler

Ciel Phantomhive:

Ciel x gn! Reader relationship hcs

Undertaker:

How Undertaker courts you