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midnightbears · 1 year ago

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✿ tell 'em how the crowds went wild! tell 'em how i hope they shine!

⎯ in which you look back on how grateful you are for the opportunity bestowed upon you. aka: you joined the opla's cast!

#STARRING. iñaki godoy, mackenyu, jacob romero, taz skylar, emily rudd ft. fem!reader [elle fanning 4 faceclaim but u can imagine y/n anyway u wish!].

#TAGS. sfw, kind of context, a bit of smau but its tiny. mentions of covid just in case it's triggering?

#NOTE. pardon my rusty writing but i really wanted to get this out!!! i added an oc from one piece for the sake of the story but she's barely mentioned so uuuh yuh! timeline may be wrong but i work with what i'm given please bear with me. let me know if you would like more fics of this y/n??? ALSO IGNORE THE WATERMARKS ON THE PHOTOS I NEEDED TO MAKE THEM NEATER

In the past, if someone were to come up to you and tell you that you’d be a part of the One Piece Live Action main cast in the future, you would’ve probably laughed in their faces despite your wishful thinking.

At that time, you were content with your work, doing short theatre plays with companies or gaining minor roles in musicals. Everything changed when you landed the role for the one-woman show Fleabag for a limited time on London’s West End after the leading actress underwent emergency surgery for an appendectomy. You only acted as the sex-obsessed mess of a woman for about three weeks, but it was enough time for people to notice you, to really see you.

You believed your career had reached its pinnacle when you were cast as Katherine Howard in Six: The Musical in London. Your name had become somehow well-known in the musical theatre world, and you had a small but dedicated fan base who liked uploading edits of you being a dork during the Megasix on YouTube and TikTok.

Months later, you were bound to play as Fantine for Les Miserables when COVID abruptly struck, and you were dismayed that your job was ripped from you so abruptly. Your best friend, the sweetest person on earth, insisted on you moving in with her in fear that you’d be evicted from your apartment.

Months passed, and you eventually found a small way to help your friend pay rent by offering singing and acting lessons online to musical-aspiring teenagers. Since you had gained many followers from your earlier work on social media, it didn’t surprise you when the classes became sold out.

Your friend also convinced you to create a YouTube channel for you to upload videos of yourself (sometimes joined by her) where you watched and commented shitty movies, followed DIY tutorials just for the fun of it, performed covers of your favorite songs, and just generally vlogged your life (along with reactions to Taylor Swift’s (From The Vault) songs).

At first, you thought it was pretty stupid, but you were delightfully proved wrong when your videos harbored over 200k-300k views on a bad day, so you found no reason to stop as COVID-19 continued, growing to gain a little over five hundred thousand followers. Your reactions were often used for TikTok audios or clips, so you found your popularity growing and evolving during that year.

You believed yourself to be a general, simple woman. People liked you because you were elegant and levelheaded, although you could sometimes be chaotic. You also had a subtle sense of humor that many found charming. But mostly, you grew a steady fan base because your videos and presence comforted countless young adults and teenagers.

You were an optimist and a reassuring one, so during the times when COVID was so prominent, people sought refuge from the monstrosities of the world in your videos, where you seemed to connect with them even though you were on the other side of the screen.

However, everything changed somewhere in 2020-2021. That evening, your best friend got home from work with excitement practically oozing out of her every pore. You and your best friend were avid anime watchers and manga readers, so you couldn’t help the face you made when she told you that One Piece was getting a live-action.

Although you were skeptical, your friend practically insisted you send an audition tape. You grimaced at that. It was well-known that live anime actions were almost always corny and cringeworthy compared to the original work, and people never liked them. You had learned that much from Death Note and a couple of others. However, your best friend convinced you with this argument:

“If it’s that bad, then at least you’ll gain more followers out of the memes that people will make, and if it’s good, you’ll still get famous anyway!”

Eventually, you sent a video of you performing one of the lengthy monologues from Fleabag to your agency and simply hoped for the best. Your friend was practically rooting for you to get the role of Anastasia, one of the first integrants of the Straw Hat crew, joining before Sanji and after Usopp. You adored her as she greatly reminded you of your late mother, although you would be happy with any role.

Somewhere in November 2021, you remember a lot of screaming and crying. When you try to look back on it, all you remember is the happiness you felt when you received confirmation of the role of Anastasia. You were practically over the moon, and you and your friend celebrated inside your small apartment. You were entirely alone, just two drunk girls dancing and cheering, until one of the neighbors knocked on the ceiling with a broom.

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yourusername actually lost for words and filled to the brim with gratitude...... i cannot express how excited i am to play my girl anastasia and bring her to life. from the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone who has supported me. your faith in me means everything. congrats to iñaki, emily, jacob, mackenyu and taz, thank you to onepiecenetflix, thank you to my best friend for convincing me to audition for the role, and thank you, oda sensei, for putting anastasia's heart in my hands. love u all <3

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November 10, 2021

y/nsfanclub.02, AAAAAAAA SO EXCITED FOR THIS I ACTUALLY CANT BELIEVE IT

⤷ starl6ighwnb, LIKE FR IM GNAWING AT THE BARS OF MY ENCLOSURE THIS IS INSANE

user8392y3r927y, HELLO YOUR GRACE ANASTASIA

inakigo, Congrats!!!!!!!!

taz_skylar, 🔥🔥🔥

The One Piece fan base dearly loved the character of Anastasia, a well-mannered, bubbly, upbeat, fashion-loving duchess who always spoke in a Transatlantic accent but also had a quick wit and a bit of a sweet tooth. Anastasia’s dream was to become the most dangerous pirate to ever grace the seas and prove everyone who doubted her wrong.

Of course, with a big character came a big responsibility.

Sometimes, insecurity nearly got the better of you. You had to fill huge shoes, and there were many people to convince and impress. However, your love for this project was bigger than the gnawing uncertainty on the back of your neck, so you continued strongly until the end of Season One, finding comfort in your cast mates and the countless people who counted on you and, most importantly, believed in you.

Oda handpicked you, and that argument alone was enough to shoot any insecurities away.

Well, needless to say, people loved you!

Critics acclaimed your portrayal of the character, as well as the commendable chemistry you shared with the rest of the cast. The fans found it incredibly funny that your character was the complete opposite of how you actually acted in real life, and you often found yourself blissfully immersed in the fan base's love and praise.

Your channel and social media suddenly grew tenfold. Although you had stopped uploading videos every week due to the recording of season one, your followers were more than happy to wait for your return, and as one would expect, they were thrilled to have you back once you did upload a vlog explaining everything.

Over the course of the six months, you had been recording from time to time for a YouTube video in the set. Previously, you had asked the producers for permission to record some behind-the-scenes for your channel and your usual interactions with the rest of the cast with your personal Sony camera, as you felt it would be a nice way to bring the fans and the cast closer.

The producers gave the okay on the condition that you would wait until the first season aired on Netflix. You happily agreed and carefully began recording some scenes of your dressers and hairdressers as they prepared you, a few shots of your instructor showing you how you were supposed to use the guns that Anastasia employed... simple things.

Back in the day, you were still getting acquainted with the other cast members, and you didn't want to seem rude by forcibly making them appear on your videos, so you waited for a few weeks until you could properly call yourself companions. Then, you invited them to appear in the videos.

Iñaki, Taz, and Jacob liked to take advantage of the little free time they had between scenes they didn't appear in to innocently steal your camera and use it to their heart's content. One day, you got home only to find the memory card was completely full. It was an extensive video of them walking around the set, with Taz recording while Kiki and Jacob pointed out random stuff to the people who lived inside your camera, as Jacob liked to call them.

Mackenyu, being more reserved and introverted, mostly liked to act as a cameraman for you as you showed the props you used and other things, often making comments or turning the camera around whenever you referred to something.

Meanwhile, Emily had a natural knack for being in front of the camera. Whenever you asked her to join in, she effortlessly slipped into the co-host role, bantering with you and adding her own insights into the behind-the-scenes world of the show.

With the first season out of the way, you took the time to carefully pick what videos you wanted to use in the final tape, and it took you a little over a month and a half to properly edit it and turn it into a wonderful thirty-minute-long behind-the-scenes. You even sent it to the producers and your co-stars in case there was a scene they wanted deleted. Fortunately, they all gave you the okay.

You teased the video a bit on your Instagram before uploading it a few days later, and the support it received was out of this world. It gained over two million views and hundreds of thousands of likes.

You were kind of expecting this. While some BTS had already been uploaded on YouTube, yours was different because you were showing it from your perspective. The fans loved every second of it, and even started asking for a second or third part. You even saw new videos on YouTube of recompilations from your video with the titles being silly things like The One Piece Cast Being Chaotic for Seven Minutes.

At that moment, your life felt so full. You were getting contacted by industries who wanted you to appear on their videos and their stages, thousands of fans who loved you, and a feeling so peculiar that this would be eternal.

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yourusername missing my wig and my gang hours ☹️

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November 10, 2023

morganlogoff, love love love you💗💗💗

curlikaqy, NO ONE KNOWS I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN

emilyrudd, GIRL I WANT TO SEE YOU COME BACK TO AMERICA

bookofjacob, missing your camera hours💔

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece la #opla #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece live action x reader #one piece live action x you #iñaki godoy #emily rudd #jacob romero gibson #jacob romero #taz skylar #mackenyu #one piece x y/n #opla x reader #opla x you #midnightbears

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aesthetic-bbyg · 1 year ago

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might I request 🫣

an Usopp x ditsy y/n where the reader is.. 𝑎ℎ𝑒𝑚, busty, to say the least, and always clings to him (sort of like how Nami does), albeit unaware that the behavior seems to always fluster him

And maybe they end up paired together when everyone splits up to fight someone or whatever, and Uso pulls them aside to hide, obviously, but in a bit of tight spot?

you can edit this however you like, thank you for reading!!

A DAMSAL IN DISTRESS - USOPP

usopp x ditzy,fem!reader

IN WHICH you can’t help but cling onto Usopp, he’s just so cute.

nattie speaks!: AHHHHH I’m so sorry for the wait, I felt so bad that this took way longer then expected so some parts were a bit rushed and a bit shitty🫣🫣. Also, I gave the reader this power, basically like a banshee, she screams and it’s a weapon. It’s only included in a small portion bc I wanted to stay close to what the anon requested!!

USOPP WASNT SURE IF HIS BAD habit of lying constantly was currently a blessing or a curse. You took interest in him after he’d rambled on about escaping the large beast of the sea, the Kraken. Since then you’ve been—he didn’t want to be rude and say obsessive, so..clingy. He’d somehow managed to capture you’re attention with his false stories. You nodded dumbly with big eyes as he dramatized yet another tale, waving his hands around like a maniac while you just giggled.

“Uh-huh, what after?” You leaned closer across the table curiously, your cheek falling to rest on the palm of your hand.

“Then, I took my sword and I sliced his ass from head to toe.” Usopp smirked triumphantly, sucking in a deep breath and releasing as he fell back against the chair. “And that’s the story of how I defeated the monster of the Blue Lagoon.”

“No way!” You gasped, eyes wide with such content, completely unaware of how close your tits were to spilling out of your top. Truth be told, Usopp had dragged out the story as long as possible to see the moment a nipple peaked out. He swallowed before he chuckled, eyes flickering between your bright smile and bouncing breast. “You’re so brave, Uso.” You stood from your seat, walking over to give him a peck on the cheek. “How ‘bout I go get food for my brave Captain, hmm?”

Usopp never nodded his head so quick, both out of being very hungry and because he needed a breather. You had made him so ridiculously flustered, he nearly forgotten to take in air with how close you were. The moment you footsteps faded to enter the kitchen he let out a large sigh. His senses struggling to regulate, all he could think about was you. The sticky gloss that clung to his skin, the sweet scent you left behind, the echo of your giggles in his mind.

He needed to get a grip before he literally exploded. The next few days to Arlong Park would be hell if he couldn’t learn to control himself when around you. But he just couldn’t figure out how it was possible to do that when you pranced around in such low cut shirts and tight bottoms. He didn’t have much time to think about it before you were back, holding two servings of food. You placed it on the large crate that laid between the two of you.

“What did Sanji make?” Usopp questioned, mustering up to the most normal smile he could give.

“Some sort of pasta, dunno, wasn’t really attention.” You shrugged casually, handing him a shimmering silver fork. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, you went unaware of the stolen glances Usopp took of you. He paid far too much attention to your features, especially your most prominent one..but he wouldn’t ever admit that.

You were close to opening your mouth and breaking the silence before Zoro came up, plopping a whiny Buggy between your plates.

“Usopps turn, I’m done.” The swordsman muttered annoyingly, walking away without another word.

“Hey—what!” Usopp shouted back to Zoro, his calls being ignored as the the blue-haired clown chuckled.

“Hiya, pal, nice to see you!” The clown exclaimed with an overly happy tone. “Tell me, have, have you boned pretty babe over here or wh—“

Usopp clamped his hand over the clown mouth, embarrassingly looking over at you, your eyes held an innocent confusion as you stood. “I’ll go ahead and take these to the kitchen, be back!”

Usopp nodded with a smile, waiting for you to be out of ear shot before uncovering Buggy’s mouth. “I’ll take that as a no.”

“Shut up.” Usopp mumbled with a flushed face, hiding it by fiddling with his slingshot.

“Oh, c’mon, she’s totally into you and it super fuckin’ obvious in case you couldn’t already see.” The clown commented, “And, hey, I’m not one to give relationship in advice here but you should bone her—“

“Can you stop saying that.” The man snapped quietly as he noticed you approaching. You didn’t sit down, instead placed a soft hand on his shoulder.

“It’s getting dark, Uso, ya wanna head in?” You asked softly, eyes glowing curiously in the moonlight. You shared a space with Nami, but ever since she left you’d didn’t liked sleeping in that empty bed. Instead, you slept next to Usopp every night.

It came as a surprise at first. The midnight sky had caused a dark hue to blanket over the ship. The moon hidden behind indigo clouds, only a few strings of light guided you down to the boy’s chambers. You’d pushed Usopps door open, thankful that it didn’t creak loudly, and slowly entered. You footsteps patting against the hardwood floor, hands out in front of you to navigate the darkness until you felt a soft cushion. You peeled back the blanket and climbed in, without a care in the world except for finding some warmth.

Usopp had felt the bed shift, covers shuffling without him moving which is what caused him to fully awake. He panicked at first, not moving an inch as the person beside him got comfortable. It was until he felt you soft hands caress up his bicep, bare legs entangling with his own, then a sweet sigh that tickled his neck. After a few moments he heard nothing, just your deep breaths as he laid there, completely clueless on what to do. Should he hold you? But that would wake you again wouldn’t it? He chose to go to sleep and see what the next morning held.

And if Usopp wasn’t flustered enough already the next day he was practically dead. Your position had switched in the middle of the night, and so did his. Ass against his hips, his arm draped over your waist, and you back against his firm chest. He wasn’t sure how you two needed in this position but every morning now was like this.

Usopp determined that the best way to continue this routine was if Buggy’s head was shoved into a empty barrel and left there for the night.

“You better bone her if your leaving here—“ The clown angrily shouted before his voice was muffled by the lid sliding over the open top. Usopp let out a sigh, walking over to the sleeping quarters below deck where you’d already gone to get changed for bed.

Your head quirked up at the sound of his approaching footsteps, smiling softly at the sight of him. “We’re nearly there, Uso. It’s best that you get some sleep for the rest of the journey.”

Usopp nodded in agreement, removing his shirt like he always did before bed and climbing into the covers. You shouldn’t be so excited as you are each time you cuddle close to him. It shouldn’t be so rewarded to feel him so close to you as you drift to sleep. Usopp was suppose to be your fellow crew member and nothing more. Yet there was an undeniable feeling that made you cling to him. It made you giddy.

Unbeknownst to you, these feelings struck Usopp tenfold.

“LAND HO!” USOPP EXCLAIMED, ARM raising to point to a spec of land from afar. You lifted your head, squinting to see the bundled up islands from you spot. As you got closer it looked like nothing almost, and when the boat docked it was even worse. The small village looked abandoned, old homes falling apart and grey in color. Most of the plants around were dead, drained of their natural color. One home was even raised above the grown, ripped from the floor and left to rot mid air.

This is when things started to blur together. One moment, you watch in fear, clinging onto Usopps arms. He’s a brave warrior, you thought, surely he’d protect you against the strange atmosphere that this place brought. But the next you were sprinting into the woods, just behind Usopp as a fish man with strangely large lips chased after you.

It was a fight you had no idea on how to win. They were fishman, some of the strongest beings of the world, and here you were running away from one. Even worse, the fish with the huge lips was able to spit out fire with just a sip of his hard drink. There was more than enough evidence to prove that you were screwed.

The boy in front of you turned around, quickly tugging your arm and pulling close, ducked down, rolling to hide behind a fallen tree. You fell atop of Usopp, panting heavily as fishman’s spits barley flew over your head. All went quiet, weirdly quiet but you didn’t dare even blink loudly.

“Hey.” Usopp whispered as you lifted your head from his chest. “Ya think you can scream for me, pretty girl?” You swallowed thickly, nodding, the pure terror of the approaching footsteps muting your voice. “Then wait for my signal, ‘kay.”

Usopp shuffled from under, making it more comfortable for the both, well, mostly you. Being within such a close proximity of your soft skin made him nervous, no amount of comfort was able to calm his nerves. But he ignored the squeezable skin that pressed against his chest, ignored that your core that was hovering just above his dick, ignored the grip on his bicep. He looked at you, waiting for the right moment to give you the sign so the fishman went down once and for all.

You were terrified, that was for sure, but you mustered up some courage to pull the plan off. You felt a tap on your hand, causing to rise up and stare directly at the fishman. But before he could open fire you let out a ear piercing shriek. A wail so loud it launched the fish man backwards. Far enough so he was too distracted in getting up and gaining back his senses to realize that Usopp was sneaking in.

You watched, wide eyed as the fishman sat up, bottle still tightly in his clutch. Usopp loaded in his new invention into his slingshot and directly hit the alcohol. A loud explosion followed, smoke clearing to reveal a motionless fishman.

You laughed in a relief, standing up and slowly approaching the scene.

Usopp shouts in excitement, proudly chuckling at the sight of the smoking body laid motionless on the ground. “Yeah! Take that! The Great Captain Usopp fells yet another notorious villain!” He swallows back his heavy breaths, glancing around. “And..no one’s around to see it.”

“I saw it, Uso!” You squealed, wrapping your arms around him with a giggle. The sheer force of your excitement gave you enough strength to drag him down into your chest. His whole face making contact with your tits while you rambled in content. “Just as brave as you tell in your stories! Gosh, I can’t wait tell everyone how you saved me.” You pull his head up, planting kisses along his cheeks.

The boy puffed his chest out pridefully, smirking despite the blush that littered his cheeks. “What can I say, a great Captain like me never fails to save a damsel in distress.” He hooked an arm around your waist, gazing down at you.

“A reward is much needed after this.” You Pat his chest, smiling softly with such a innocent yet antagonizing look. Without another word, you’d pulled away, waking back in the direction Arlong park.

Usopp stared at your fading figure with furrowed brows. “A reward?”

OMG THIS TOOK WAY TO LONG BUT I WAS LITERALLY GOING BACK ND FORTH W THIS FIC BC I FELT LIKE IT WAS SOO BAD. But I need to release smth so this is it!! I really hoped this lived up to the request, ik i added some of my own elements but ignore that🫣

(sucks dick coquettely)

#one piece #one piece live action #one piece show #straw hats #usopp x reader #usopp #jacob romero gibson #Jacob Romero #agent 00 lookin ahh #but he’s so fiiiine #i’m actually losing it #I need him #he needs me #HIS BICEPS BRO #LIKE I WANT TO LICK THEM #UGHHH #send help #one piece imagine #captain usopp

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 11 months ago

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You and your boyfriend Usopp taking care of a child would involve...

Usopp x reader. NSFW!! (moodboard)

*****

🤎 You and Usopp are childhood friends; you have been a couple since you were barely old enough to distinguish between affection and friendship, and you joined Luffy’s crew together. Despite the occasional fight and misunderstanding, your relationship is incredibly close, and has helped you to survive the various family losses you both experienced; neither of you even expected to become pirates, but you are confident that, whatever the future may have in store for you, you will face it together.

🤎 One day, after an afternoon spent shopping with Nami, you return to the harbour where the ship is docked, looking forward to the moment you’ll show Usopp your purchases, and find the boys on the deck, gathered around something you can’t see, an animated discussion taking place among them. “Hi! What are you doing?” you ask happily, and when they see you the boys part silently, allowing you to see your boyfriend, who looks like a deer in the headlights…

🤎 … and has a baby in his arms. A baby who looks just like him, and who is happily snuggling against his chest.

🤎 For a whole minute you’re left speechless, your heart breaking in a million pieces as you still can’t believe Usopp, a guy so loyal to the people he loves, could have done something so terrible. “Alright; who was she?” you ask in the end, your arms to your chest, and your boyfriend, who has anxiously been waiting for your reaction, blinks, taken aback. “Who is who?” “The woman you betrayed me with, Usopp; it must have happened while we were still in Syrup, which means I probably knew her, and I’m gonna go back to smash her face…” “W-what? (name), I never cheated on you! I never could!” he exclaims, flabbergasted “This child is not mine!” “... he isn't?” “No; he’s my cousin. Please, let me explain.”

🤎 Partially reassured, and as the others leave you alone to discuss, you sit on the deck, Usopp next to you still holding the baby in his arms; he is very cute, you think, not last because the family resemblance with your boyfriend is really striking. Maybe, you think vaguely, this is how a son of his would look… “This is Aso. You probably don’t remember, but I had an aunt, my mom’s sister, who left the village when she was still a girl and never returned. They used to write to each other, but I never heard from her since I wrote to tell her my mom had died; I had no idea she had had a child. And then today… well, two hours ago, a man came to see me; he was a lawyer, and he told me that my aunt died, coincidentally of the same illness that took my mom away.” You silently circle Usopp’s shoulders with your arm, and he gratefully smiles at you, resting his cheek on your shoulder; you doubt he still remembers his aunt, since she left the village when he was little more than a baby, but learning of her death must have been a very unpleasant reminder of when he lost his mother. “I’m very sorry.” you murmur, and your boyfriend smiles gratefully “So… this poor baby is now an orphan, is he not?”

🤎 Aso is fortunately too young to be aware of his loss, even though he must have realised his mother is absent; he is eleven months old, your boyfriend informs you, tiny but otherwise healthy, with the same dark skin and black hair of the young man next to you. Usopp has given him his slingshot to play with, and Aso seems very focused even though the weapon’s mode of use seems to escape him. When you tentatively try to pet his hair, the child smiles at you, the lack of several teeth making the expression even more adorable. “And where is this little one’s father?” you ask, and Usopp tenses, looking guiltily at you. “Well… that’s the problem. He and my aunt were never married, and he left her and Aso when he was a newborn; the lawyer told me he did find this guy, but he refused to take Aso, not to mention is a drunkard whose main hobby is bar brawls.” You agree that is not the sort of man who could raise a child, even in the case he could be forced to take responsibility. “But then… who is going to look after Aso?” you naively ask…

🤎 … and then the reason for your boyfriend’s guilty expression hits you. “Oh, no.” you cry, immediately alarmed “No, it’s… it’s impossible!” Usopp, who looks even more desperate than you feel, admits he’s also terrified, but he had no other choice: the lawyer told him that since this poor child has no other relatives, he would have ended up in an orphanage if Usopp didn’t accept taking responsibility for him. That is not a viable option, not if half of the horror stories he has heard about places like that are true. “I’m so sorry, (name); but… I didn’t know what else to do! He’s my cousin, I’m all the family he has left; I couldn’t abandon him!”

🤎 You look at him, scared and uncertain but still determined to protect that little boy he didn’t even know existed, and feel whatever protest or complaint you had melt away. If someone were to ask what is the thing you love the most about Usopp you could mention his lovely smile, his warm and deep brown eyes and his sense of humour, not to mention that way he has to use only his fingers to make you climax in less than four minutes, but the truth is you have cared for Usopp, become his friend and in time fallen in love with him, because of his good heart, for his kindness and his devotion to the people he loves. If he had rejected Aso, knowing he was the baby’s last hope and even just because he’s little more than a kid himself and knows nothing about child rearing, he wouldn’t have been the person you know and care so much about. You’re terrified, yes; but at the same time you feel incredibly proud.

🤎 “Alright; we’ll manage somehow.” you decide with a shrug, and Usopp looks at you as if he couldn’t believe his own ears. “We?” “Of course; since he’s your cousin, and he needs care, I’ll do my best to help you with Aso. Let’s see, first of all we have to make sure he has clean clothes, and find out what he can and can’t eat…” A moment later Usopp has thrown his arms around you, shaking with relief. “Oh, thank you! I really didn’t know what to do…”

🤎 He’s welcome, you tell him, but you doubt you can be much help; even with the best intentions, there are few people less suitable for taking care of a baby than the two of you. Barely adults yourselves, neither has any experience with children, especially with one as young as Aso, and as pirates you live a dangerous life, risking your lives on the daily; what if something were to happen to the child, what if one of your enemies kidnapped him and…? You shudder to think about that. Also, a baby needs proper and regular food; at the moment your crew can barely look after itself, and the little money Usopp’s aunt has left, and that the lawyer brought him together with Aso’s clothes and toys, will not last long.

🤎 “I don’t think we can keep him, Usopp.” you murmur gently, aware that your boyfriend has already gotten attached to the child who, having grown bored with the slingshot, has stood from his lap and is now playing with his braids “Raising a child is a challenging job for a couple of well-settled adults, but for us…” “I know; and any mistake or shortcoming, it would be Aso who pays for it.” he admits, gently holding the baby to make sure he doesn’t fall or stumble “We have to find someone who will take good care of him, but who?” You reflect on it for a while, and in the end you decide your older sister might be your best option: ten years older than you, she is married, but she and her husband never had children, no matter how dearly they wished for it. They both have good jobs, respectively as a doctor and a nursery teacher, and are good-hearted people, with lots of love to give; raising Aso might be the best thing for all three of them. Usopp, who knew your sister before she moved away from Syrup, nods slowly. “That’d be good.” he admits “But are you sure your sister and her husband will accept taking care of a child who is not theirs?”

🤎 You use your Den Den Mushi to call your sister, and then return to Usopp, who has moved with Aso in the boys’ cabin; your boyfriend had taken some wooden cubes from the child’s bag, but suddenly you see him gasp, lift Aso in his arm to smell him, and look up at you, alarmed. “We have a poop emergency!” Usopp carries Aso to the bathroom, while you retrieve a nappy and a clean pair of trousers from the child’s bag; in the meantime Aso has started crying, but fortunately he allows you to take his clothes off to clean him. “Why isn’t he wearing a nappy?” Usopp groans “Gods, I need a clothespin…” The smell that has already filled the room is abominable, so you open the window and then find a plastic bag for the dirty nappy; in the meantime, Usopp is using a wet washcloth to clean the child’s delicate skin. “Here we go… you know, young man, that there are some giant birds on an island in the South Blue that produce so much poop, from afar it looks like mountains? If you think yours smells, imagine that!” Aso clearly can’t understand what Usopp is saying, but it’s like his voice has hypnotised him; he listens, open-mouthed, as your boyfriend manages to spin an epic tale about a brave warrior of the sea fighting the giant birds to save a pretty princess called (name), and in the meantimes manages to put the nappy on him. In the meantime, you have washed Aso’s trousers in the shower, holding your breath longer than you ever had; in the end you share a smile, while the child, now clean and dressed, raises his tiny arms, babbling animatedly and making you understand he wants to be picked up… by you.

🤎 Usopp smiles. “Oh? The lovely miss (name) has enchanted you, little cousin? You have good taste, but unfortunately she’s spoken for…” He helps you hold Aso against your chest, the child’s tiny hands grabbing at the fabric of your shirt; you don’t remember ever being close to such a young child, but it feels… nice, and the way he naturally rests his head against your chest does as well. You walk back to the boys’ cabin, and after you carefully lowered Aso on Usopp’s bed you tell him that while your sister and her husband can’t very well decide to adopt a child they have never met before after a single Den Den Mushi call, they want to meet Aso to discuss the matter, and see if they and the child are compatible. “We need to tell Luffy and the others.” Usopp points out, and fortunately your captain doesn’t mind making a three week detour to reach the island your sister is now living on, so that you and Usopp can introduce her and her husband to Aso. Usopp explains the situation to the others gathered in the ship’s kitchen, while you peel an apple and then cut it in tiny pieces for Aso (you have no idea what children this young eat, but fruit can’t make him sick, can it?) and your friends don’t disappoint: while none of them have children, the story of poor little Aso, abandoned and orphaned, affects them all, and they are quick to offer their help. Relieved, you and Usopp share a smile. “So this is it; we’ll have to of Aso until we reach your sister’s place.” he points out “It’s only three weeks; how hard can it be?”

🤎 That is, it turns out, the sort of thing one should never say, to avoid bad luck, because the next three weeks are the most hectic of your life - and that’s saying something since you’re both members of Luffy’s crew and even though, in your defence, both you and Usopp have the best intentions. First of all, you agree that the most important thing to do is to make sure Aso is fed well, and since Sanji has no experience with diners as young as him, Usopp brings the child to a large grocery shop in town, where he explains the situation to the salesgirls and begs them to help him. You, in the meantime, reach the town’s library and check as many books as you’re allowed to on everything that concerns taking care of a child, from hygiene to the frequency of his meals and the best tricks to make him fall asleep. You spend most of the night reading, poring over the books and taking notes like a couple of stressed students preparing for an exam. Neither of you was ready for a challenge like this, and you’re both terrified: but when your eyes meet over the kitchen table, you both find the strength to smile.

🤎 The first matter you have to care about is where to make the baby sleep, since he’s still clearly too young for one of your beds, not to mention it would be extremely dangerous for him to fall. A quick trip to the shops proves even the cheapest cribs are way too expensive for you, and at first, the best thing you can do is to fold a blanket inside a drawer you have taken off the kitchen’s cupboard; to avoid keeping your friends awake at night as well, you keep it in the ship’s spare room, and you and your boyfriend take turns sleeping with Aso, to watch over him, feeding and lulling him to sleep when he wakes up during the night. On your third day, Usopp asks you to of his little cousin and leaves, returning a few hours later, soon before you’re due to leave the island, and he has brought a gift: a beautiful wooden crib, that he carved himself after asking for spare materials at the town’s shipyard, much more comfortable than whatever temporary arrangement you could come up with. “Usopp, it’s beautiful!” you exclaim, full of admiration, while Aso doesn’t seem too interested in the results of his cousin’s efforts, but that night he falls asleep much quicker than on the previous two, and only wakes up twice before morning.

🤎 The food is another source of headaches for you and your boyfriend. Luffy suggests giving Aso lots of meat, which will undoubtedly make him grow strong like it happened to him; Zoro proposes mixing a cup of sakè to the baby’s milk to ensure he sleeps at night. You stock up on baby-appropriate food, from fruit and vegetables to cheese and protein-rich aliments, plus obviously vast quantities of milk, so much that you start wishing you had a way to bring a cow on board, that you warm up in a saucepan before Aso can drink it. One night you wake up thirsty in the middle of the night, you leave the cabin you share with Nami and, as you approach the kitchen, you hear your boyfriend’s voice; he’s walking around the barely lit room, a still sobbing but quickly quieting Aso on his naked chest, and is softly singing what you recognise as a popular Syrup lullaby. You remain at the door, silently looking at the lovely, intimate scene in front of you, and for a moment you’re struck by an image, a sort of waking dream: an older Usopp, doing the same with a baby who looks like you as well as him. He smiles when he sees you, and then nods in the direction of your cabin -it’s fine, I’ll take care of this- but you enter and finish of the little snack your boyfriend had started preparing for the baby.

🤎 When you bring it to him, you press your lips to Usopp’s in a quick but deep kiss, which your boyfriend welcomes, happy but surprised; your relationship has always been very close and Usopp knows how much you care for him, but you’re not the most effusive of women. “To what do I owe this?” “I felt like it, that’s all. I was simply thinking that you’re a good man, and Aso is not the only one lucky to have you.”

🤎 Then there are the nappies. Like Usopp points out one day, having to hold his nose for the third time today as he sprints towards the deck with something that smells like rotting fish and sewer gas together in his hands, it’s incredible that a body as small as Aso’s can produce such a quantity of waste matter; neither of you wants the stench to spread on the whole ship, but being at sea means you can’t simply go out and toss the bin bag in the skip whenever you want. Also, no matter how carefully you put his nappy on, there are nights in which Aso somehow manages to soil the blankets and pillows of his crib. You do your best to clean them and change the baby’s nappy as often as he needs it, even though you fear your hands will never feel, and smell, clean ever again; you make sure to wash Aso’s clothes in tepid water, since one of the books you consulted explained that using high temperatures might damage the fabric and, consequently, irritate the baby’s tender skin.

🤎 The thing that scares you the most is that when Aso is unhappy, it’s often hard to understand what is wrong with him - if he feels hungry or cold or, Gods forbid, sick, or simply wants to be held and played with. At eleven months, Usopp’s little cousin still can’t talk, which is normal according to the books, but makes it incredibly hard to communicate with him. He makes ah! and oh! sounds to express joy, contentment or wonder, delicate and cheerful sounds that remind you of a bird chirping, clapping his little hands and stomping his feet, but nothing more; and then, of course, he cries. He cries all the time.

🤎 Mostly it’s for attention. He likes to be held and entertained, especially by Usopp or you but, if neither is available, any of your friends will suffice; Luffy and the others offer their help when needed (including Zoro, who once even tries having the baby hold his sword) but sometimes it’s so frustrating you feel like crying as well, matching the high-pitched shrieks that fill the ship day and night. You haven’t had a moment’s rest since Aso arrived among you, and no matter how nice it is to play with him and tell him stories and help him learn to walk crouching only a few feet apart, you only wish you could actually talk to him, and have the baby tell you exactly what’s wrong, what he wants, and what you can do to make him better. “I’m doing everything wrong.” you lament one day, after Aso felt sick and vomited on your best shirt, while Usopp unsuccessfully tries to comfort you; you could never tell him, but the fact he’s much better than you at taking care of the child fills you with frustration as well as admiration “I can’t help him at all; he’s uncomfortable and I can’t even understand why!”

🤎 You probably shouldn’t take it personally, but you can’t help it. The baby is not related to you, technically speaking, he hasn’t been entrusted to you, but he might become your adoptive nephew soon, and equally important, he’s your boyfriend’s cousin. He is the most fragile, helpless creature you’ve ever met, and he has no one else in the world apart from the two of you; you never thought about having children of your own, for now at least, but for some reason you don’t mind spending most of your day, and night, taking care of Aso, sacrificing your time and your money to make sure he’s well and safe and happy. You don’t rationally decide I’m going to protect him with my life or I will be a mother to him, however short our time together will be, nor you promise it out loud; it simply happens, and when you share a relieved smile with Usopp above the crib in which the baby has finally fallen asleep, you know in your heart he feels the same.

🤎 Not all of it is bad, fortunately; despite the losses he has already suffered, Aso is a happy, extroverted child, and within two days the whole crew is completely in love with him, almost fighting for the privilege of playing with him. Among the things the lawyer brought from his old home there’s an old pushchair with a broken wheel, that your boyfriend promptly repairs so that the two of you can take the baby out for a walk, which you quickly realise is a foolproof method to calm him down when he’s fussy. The child is curious about everything, from the shadows reflected on the walls to the music wafting out of a kiosk you stop at to buy an ice-cream; you always make sure to make him wear a hat, given the warmth of the summer days. Sometimes people stop to look at him, cooing over his adorably suspicious expression as poor Aso finds himself surrounded by strangers; you seem too young to be parents already, several people comment looking at you, with more reproach than open surprise. You usually ignore them, while Usopp doesn’t mind explaining the circumstances that have led you to look after his little cousin, except for an occasion, when a particularly disapproving old woman openly chides you for indulging your sexual urges without taking the necessary precautions, he winks at her as he nods towards you. “Well, you know, madam, when you have a woman this sexy by your side it’s hard not to jump her bones, every day of the week and twice on Sunday!” The woman blushes furiously and quickly leaves, mumbling something about the insolence of today’s youth, and you, who usually dislike discussing your private matters with strangers, beam at your boyfriend, proud of how he closed the old busybody’s mouth.

🤎 Aso hasn’t learnt to walk properly yet, which is not unusual for his age according to the books you keep looking for in every library and bookstore you encounter; he usually crawls, quite fast as well when he wants to reach something that has attracted his attention, but the most he can do in a standing position is wobble left and right for a few seconds, and then fall on his rump. You decide to help him reach that important milestone before you can introduce him to your sister and her husband: since Usopp spends all his time playing with the child and building and repairing tools and toys for him, you’ll be teaching him to walk.

🤎 Your training mainly involves carrying Aso to the deck, waiting for the child to stand on his own and then holding a toy or his favourite snack a few feet from him, and hoping he’ll decide to come get it. For a few days your efforts yield no results; Aso eyes the slice of apple, or the stuffed caterpillar in your hand, tries to reach for it with his chubby little hand, but only seldom he tries actually advancing to claim his prize, and when he does he invariably falls on his rump. Vaguely frustrated and disappointed, you obviously don’t take it out on the baby, preferring to gently encourage him to try again. You don’t remember when you were the one being taught to walk, obviously, but unless your parents were completely different people from what you remember of your childhood, you doubt you were treated with the patience and encouragement you now know Aso needs and deserves; not for nothing your sister decided to move as far as she could after getting married.

🤎 One day Aso finally manages to take a single wobbly step in your direction, but then he falls, forward this time, hitting his head. Five minutes later Usopp rushes to you, and to the baby crying loud enough to wake the dead that you are observing sitting on the deck, preoccupied but unmoving. “(name), what in the world are you doing? Don’t you see he’s hurt?” your boyfriend exclaims, lifting the baby in his arms and checking his head for bruises “What happened?” You don’t like the accusing tone Usopp is using, but you tell him that his little cousin simply fell as he tried walking towards you. “And why didn’t you hug him or try to console him? Don’t you hear how he cries?” “I know! But the books say it’s alright sometimes to let them cry it out, because it might help them sleep…”

🤎 You’re both stressed. Dead tired. Worried. In a word, no matter how fond you have both grown of the baby and how much joy he has brought in your lives, you are both exhausted, and that state of things leads you to do something that rarely happens otherwise: you quarrel. Usopp starts accusing you of neglecting the baby and not caring if he gets hurt; you retort telling him that you’re just trying your best to educate him, and since Aso has already stopped crying, he can’t have gotten hurt too much, can he? You hate this, the two of you scolding and reprimanding each other, despite everything that you have shared since you were little more than babies; you’ve never been as close to anyone as you are to Usopp, and you know even the most inseparable couple can fight occasionally, but suddenly you feel him far, farther than if the two of you were standing on the two opposite extremes of the Grand Line. “I’m only trying to protect him! He’s not going to always have someone to take care of him, he has to learn to dry his own tears!” you try to explain, still convinced you are in the right and frustrated Usopp can’t seem to understand. Your boyfriend shakes his head; he’s holding Aso (who has started crying even louder, as if he had perceived the tension between his two caretakers) protectively against his chest, as if to shield him from someone who could hurt him - someone like you. “Young as he is he needs to be protected, not taught! The fact that you had a horrible childhood doesn’t mean other children should as well! If you can’t take care of my cousin, what will you do when we have children of…?”

🤎 Usopp slaps his hand on his mouth, but the damage is done. You stare mutely at him, unsure of what you’re more shocked by; the fact that your boyfriend, the man who swears he loves you and knows how painful the subject is for you, has spoken so callously of your dysfunctional family situation, or that he has admitted he wants to have children with you. You also wonder which of the two topics led him to silence himself, if inappropriateness or embarrassment, but you don’t intend to ask him; you stand still, tears already filling your eyes, and “You… you bastard!” you cry, and it’s the first bad word you utter since Aso has been entrusted to your care, both you and Usopp having agreed you don’t want fuck or shit to be the baby’s first word, but for a moment you don’t care. You stomp away, deaf to Usopp’s begging you to stop and listen; you lock yourself in the girls’ cabin, sit on your bed, and cry your eyes out, ashamed and angry and helpless, and then you do what the books (those blasted books, you think; maybe it was unwise of you to blindly trust what you read, but you have no experience whatsoever with children, nor any way to ask more knowledgeable people for help! How else were you supposed to know how to take care of Aso? Are women magically endowed with all the necessary knowledge as soon as they give birth or sign the adoption papers?) say it happens sometimes to children: you cry yourself to sleep, your face still flooded with tears as your head falls on the pillow.

🤎 It’s hunger that wakes you up a few hours later; according to the clock on the wall you have skipped dinner, so you decide to go to the kitchen to eat something. You feel somewhat rested, but still hurt and angry, and you dearly hope you won’t run into Usopp while you’re there… which is why you literally walk into your boyfriend, busy leaving a tray with your favourite foods in front of the door. “Oh! Uhm, hi.” Usopp murmurs, standing with the food still in his hands; he seems unable to meet your gaze “You skipped dinner, so, uhm, Sanji prepared… I mean, I prepared this for you. I know you’re angry, you have every reason to be, but please, at least take care of yourself.” You sigh, and finally your eyes meet; wordlessly you move to let him enter the room, and Usopp places the tray on the tiny table Nami usually uses to work on her maps. “You want me to leave?” he asks in a murmur, and you shake your head silently as you sit and start eating, more famished than you had realised being; Sanji is a world-class chef, but no one has ever prepared better tomato, anchovies and chilli pepper spaghetti than the ones Usopp makes for you. The food is delicious… but that doesn’t mean you’re ready to forgive him. “I’m sorry, (name); I’m so sorry…” “About what?” “You know; about what I said. I didn’t mean to hurt you, but I should have remembered how painful it is for you to talk about your family; I… I think I just saw Aso crying inconsolably on the floor, and I got worried. I couldn’t believe you were just sitting there without helping him; I should have imagined it wasn’t simple neglect.” “It wasn’t; and maybe I was wrong, maybe I should have acted differently, but you know I had never taken care of a child before, so I can’t always know what to do.” you point out, your mouth still full “And in any case, you shouldn’t have spoken of my parents; it’s not my fault I never had a loving mom and dad whose example I can follow. I did what I could the little I knew.”

🤎 Having a belly full of good food makes you more forgiving. You and Usopp talk, sitting side by side on your bed with his hand in yours, and both admit the stress and anxiety that the child’s presence has filled your days with have taken their toll; neither has had a full night’s sleep in almost three weeks, and equally frustrating, you haven’t had a minute for yourselves, even if just a simple walk to enjoy an ice cream or a picnic on the beach; both of you have grown to care deeply for the baby, but taking care of him and worrying about whatever risk he may incur as soon as you turn your head the other way is sapping your energy. You’re going to reach the island your sister lives on in two or three days, which means that if everything goes as you hope you will soon entrust Aso to people way better equipped than you to take care of him, but you’re not sure you’ll resist until then without throwing a fit another time. “I’m just so tired.” you confess, resting your cheek against Usopp’s shoulder, both because you enjoy feeling him close and because despite your recent nap you’re still tired, more mentally and emotionally than physically “And the worst thing is, I feel like I’m doing everything wrong; he cries all the time, and I can never bathe him without half of the water ending up on the floor…”

🤎 Usopp murmurs that in his opinion you’re actually doing a great job; in fact, he doesn’t know what he would have done if he had to look after the child by himself. “I’ll never thank you enough for everything you’re doing for Aso, and for me.” “You don’t need to thank me; he’s your family, which means… well, that he’s mine as well, sort of…” You bite your lip, intimately grateful that Usopp knows how much you care for him and you hope for a future together, because it is still hard, after so many years together, to say it out loud; your boyfriend smiles, affection filling his warm brown eyes, as he circles your shoulders with his arm, and a moment later you are lying on the bed, holding each other close. You share a single, chaste but intense kiss before making yourself comfortable, Usopp’s arm now around your waist, your hand on his chest, your legs intertwined. “Earlier, while we were arguing… you mentioned us having children.” you murmur, happy in your boyfriend’s embrace; living on the same ship, it would be almost impossible for the two of you not to spend time together, but you had missed this - you had missed him.

🤎 Usopp blushes adorably. “Well, I know we have never talked about it, but… I like taking care of Aso, and he clearly adores you; I understand if these three weeks make you swear off children forever, but maybe… one day, when we’re older, and we have both achieved our dreams, and by that time I swear I’ll have learnt to put a diaper on…” “I’d like that.” “You don’t have to answer now, just… what?” “I said, I’d like that.” you murmur, and Usopp’s shocked but happy expression makes a smile blossom on your lips “In a few years, once we’ve learnt to look after ourselves first… having a child or two would be nice. I… don’t know what it means to be a good mom, but I think I can learn, starting with doing the exact opposite of what my parents did.” Usopp smiles. “You’ll be an excellent mom.” he promises; he kisses you on the forehead, and soon after you’re both sleeping soundly, feeling just like you wish Aso would: relaxed, happy, and safe, close to the people you love.

🤎 The next day you are both sitting at the kitchen table, you peeling the potatoes Sanji has brought back from the market - the most complex task you can be entrusted with, cooking-wise; Usopp, next to you, is peeling an apple, while Aso sits on a blanket on the floor. The child is unusually well-behaved, playing quietly with his stuffed caterpillar, but suddenly he starts whining, waving his little hands towards Usopp; he wears a shirt that he has vomited on for the third time this morning, but you have washed it with an home-made soap of your sister’s invention, and the fabric has returned to its original colour. “Ah, sorry, little one, but it’s too early for you to eat.” Usopp says as he nods towards the fruit in his hand, making you smile. “What makes you think he wants food, rather than playing or something else? He can’t talk.” “I noticed he likes apples, and always wants some when he sees someone has one.” Usopp explains “Which is good, since at least it's healthy… oh… oh, my…”

🤎 You follow Usopp’s gaze back to the baby, who has gotten up to his feet and… is now walking towards you, the determined expression on his little face pushing him forward on his still wobbly legs. It takes the baby maybe three minutes to cover a distance of a few feet, and he falls once, but he succeeds, and in the end he’s standing in front of Usopp, his hand raised to claim the prize that your boyfriend, still flabbergasted, wordlessly hands over, placing the apple slice in Aso’s tight grasp. “I can’t believe it!” you exclaim, elated “He has learned to walk! Oh, good job, little one!” You lift the child, busy enjoying his treat, on your lap “He wanted something and he came to get it! That’s a good attitude, it’ll serve you well when you’re older…” You and Usopp share a smile, and he kisses the top of his little cousin’s head.

🤎 There are so many things you’re scared of, regarding Aso. That he falls sick, given the fact your crew doesn’t have a doctor yet and neither you nor Usopp know anything about medicine; that he falls from your arms as you walk, with the potentially dramatic consequences you don’t even bear thinking about; that someone kidnaps him from his pushchair while you are distracted buying groceries or talking to your boyfriend. Fortunately nothing of it happens, but there is a terrible moment in which Aso does run a terrible risk, the day before you’re due to finally (or unfortunately?) reach your destination. You’re taking a nap in your cabin, taking advantage of the fact Usopp is playing with the baby, when suddenly your boyfriend is calling for you - he’s screaming, desperation and anguish filling his voice as he asks for help. You rush to the kitchen, without even stopping to put your shirt on, and find Usopp kneeling on the floor with Aso in his arms, the poor child struggling to breathe. “I think… I think he has swallowed something.” your boyfriend confesses helplessly “I’m sorry, I just turned my back for a moment… he’s suffocating, I don’t know what to do…!”

🤎 There have been moments in your life when you have been afraid. When your mother, completely drunk, raised the largest kitchen knife with one hand as he held you, guilty of having hidden the rent money from her, with the other; the time some older children pushed you in the water from the pier, late at night, before you learned to swim; when the neighbour’s dog bit you in the arm (and then Usopp, trembling with fear, chased him away with a broom) when you were ten and you were told they’d probably have to amputate. Yes, you do know fear, but nothing has ever terrified you like the scene in front of your eyes, an helpless child desperately trying to breathe as a foreign body blocks his trachea. He could die any minute, any second, and even if he survives the lack of oxygen could have devastating consequences on his brain…

🤎 You need to act now. You tend to freeze when you’re scared, fear making you unable to move and defend yourself, but now you can’t afford to be idle, not for you but for Aso, who can only count on your help, and thank all the Gods you don’t fail him. You have read about the risk of accidental suffocation among babies in one of your books, and even though you don’t actively think back to the content of those pages, your body knows what to do. You quickly walk up to Usopp, wordlessly take the baby from his hands and kneel; you place Aso’s little body along your forearm, your bent leg supporting it, and hit him between the shoulderblades, mentally counting to five; then you turn him (he’s still gasping for air, Usopp silently crying by your side) and give five more thrusts. “Fuck!” you cry, once again unmindful of the dirty language you’re using; in that moment you’d be ready to give your life, to offer your soul to damnation and to commit the most unspeakable acts, to save his life “Come on, little one, breathe…”

🤎 And finally the responsible for all of that fear and danger comes out; a tiny plastic cube, broken off from one of Aso’s toys, that the baby had inadvertently swallowed as he munched on it and that finally falls from his lips. A moment later Aso is crying desperately, his loud and terrified but healthy and free screams filling the ship, and you have never felt a more beautiful sound in your life; you lull him in your arms, and Usopp cries as he embraces the both of you. “Thank the Gods you were here.” he sobs; you thought you had seen him upset after his mother’s death, but this was thousand times worse, because while he had no way of helping poor Banchina, your boyfriend was responsible for Aso, and you know guilt would have haunted him for the rest of his life if something had happened to the baby “Oh, thank the Gods… I was so scared, I didn’t know…”

🤎 “It’s alright; he’s alright.” you tell him, again and again, but it takes all three of you a while to bounce back from the shock; you give Aso some hot milk to soothe the pain of his throat, and later you sing his favourite lullaby to make him fall asleep while Usopp looks at you from the room’s door, his arm resting against the wall. “I still can’t believe he’s alright; I just turned my head once for a few seconds, I needed some water, and he could have died - or worse.” he murmurs when you join him outside; he’s hugging himself, his head bent low in shame “If only you hadn’t been there…” “Well, I was; and we’ll be more careful from now on.” you point out “It’s not your fault, Usopp, it happens to every child sooner or later…” He embraces you with a tired sigh, and you hold him tight, your back resting against the corridor’s wall, both of you attempting to leave that terrible moment behind you, both relieved it’s over and Aso is fine, and still scared it might happen again. Fortunately you are a light sleeper, you think, which means you’ll immediately wake up should the baby start struggling to breathe, but nevertheless…

🤎 And then Usopp starts kissing you. Not on the mouth, rather on the side of your throat, that tiny point that makes you see stars when stimulated, and no one knows it better than your boyfriend. A sudden moan escapes your lips while Usopp’s plush lips gently suck on your neck, his hands moving up and down your waist and hips. “Usopp, what…” “Ssh… I’m rewarding you.” he murmurs in your ear, his tone low and intimate in a way you rarely hear and that makes you shiver in such a pleasant way “You have been amazing, you saved Aso’s life… I need to show you how grateful I am…” You could go somewhere more private, either his cabin or yours, since it’s too early for the others to decide to go to sleep, but before you have time to propose to stop only for the few seconds it’d take you to cross the corridor Usopp’s mouth has claimed yours in a searing kiss, his tongue quickly finding yours, and any capacity for rational thought escapes you. Even though you’ve been intimate for years and after you’ve told him a thousand times how attractive you find him and how good he makes you feel, Usopp is still awkward, even insecure when it comes to sex, which is more terribly endearing - most of the times; there are moments, uncommon but each of them carved in your memory, in which a bolder, more uninhibited man takes his place, and then… then there’s no knowing what is going to happen.

🤎 You’re moaning under your breath, mindful of the child sleeping only a few feet away but unable to control yourself, as Usopp seduces you with the simple pressure of his mouth on yours; you caress his soft black hair, and a moment later his body is pressed against yours, his desire hot and heavy against your pelvis, and you swear out loud, for the first time in the last three weeks (three weeks in which you and your boyfriend never had a moment for yourselves, at most sharing a chaste kiss goodnight before parting so that one of you could stand guard next to Aso while the other rested) more aroused than your left hand can help you with. Usopp smiles at you, well aware of the effect his sudden amorous attack is having on you; having been a couple since you were children you have explored your pleasure together, at first not even knowing fully which parts of your bodies had to connect and in time discovering what you liked and how to make each other happy. You like sex as much as the next person, but you know it’s the deep bond between you and your boyfriend that makes it special, the trust and affection you have built since you were children more important than any specific knowledge in the arts of love; you have always known it, and you know it again when your boyfriend stops ravishing your mouth to rest his forehead against yours. “I wouldn’t know what to do without you, you know?” he murmurs “Not just with Aso; I need you, (name). I-I love you so much.” “I love you too, Usopp.” you answer; you know you’re blushing furiously and you don’t care “And don’t worry; you’ll never get rid of me.”

🤎 Usopp lifts your shirt to expose your chest, and as he kisses and bites your breast gently his free hand has already cupped your sex through your clothes, easily finding your core despite the fabric separating then; he smiles up again, already aware of how wet you are. “If someone sees us…” “You want to stop?” “Gods, no.” you decide, cupping his face in your hands to kiss him again. You both fumble with your pants, and Usopp only allows you to pump his already hard cock a few times before reminding you in a whisper that today he’s taking care of you. He stretches you delicately with his fingers to make sure he’s not hurting you, and a moment later he’s pushed himself inside, your left leg wrapped around his waist as he thrusts inside you, doing what you have promised years ago, when you were still too young to know what love was but knew already you were meant to be together: you hold each other, take care of each other, and don’t let go. In the end, your boyfriend’s kisses still hot on your lips, you return to Aso, sleeping peacefully in his crib, blissfully unaware of what his temporary parents were up to until a minute ago; you smile as you brush your fingers against his cheek, careful not to wake him up.

🤎 “I’m sorry for you, little one.” you murmur “He would have been an amazing dad.”

🤎 The Merry comes into view of the island your sister lives on in the morning of the twenty-second day since Aso has entered your and Usopp’s lives; it gets bigger by the minute, a favourable wind pushing your ship in the right direction. Standing on the deck with the child in your arms, you don’t quite know what to feel: joy for the imminent reunion with the only member of your family who has ever truly loved you, relief for the moment you’ll finally entrust Aso to people older and wiser than you… or something else. “Well, here we are then; I’m sure your sister and her husband will fall in love with this little one as soon as they see him.” Usopp comments walking up to you, the apparently happy tone of his voice betraying the same ambivalence you feel in your heart; you share a look, for once unable to be strong for each other “And they will decide to keep him; which is good. I mean, It’s not like I want to get rid of him or anything, but…” “I know; I-I don’t want either.” you confess; you know placing the baby in the care of an older, sedentary couple, with a nice home and enough money to cover his needs, will be a much better arrangement for Aso than with a couple of teenagers like you, who live on a ship and have already spent all the little money Usopp’s aunt had left, but you can’t deny you have grown very fond of the baby, and saying goodbye will be… painful.

🤎 The island’s harbour is now close enough you can distinguish a person with the same eye and hair colour as you, standing on the pier. It’s your sister, who excitedly waves her arm in your direction, and whose greeting you force yourself to return: you could bet your life that she and her husband will be amazing parents, that they will love and protect Aso and take care of his needs, both material and spiritual, but it’s not too late, the most fearful part of your heart tells you, you’re still in time to turn the ship around and escape… “(name).” Usopp murmurs; he’s not even bothering to try smiling, and you can see heartbreak in his warm brown eyes “We can’t stop now; this is what’s best for him, no matter how painful it could be for us.” “I know.” you murmur; you’ve never considered yourself a greedy person, nor you thought you could get so attached to a child who is not directly related to you and who you have known for less than a month, but the little creature in your arms has changed you, and your life, in a way you couldn’t imagine, and whatever happens you know you’ll never make peace with having to give him away “I know we can barely take care of ourselves, but I can’t help wishing…” “I know, baby; and I feel the same.” Usopp murmurs; he kisses Aso’s little head, and then looks at you, determined despite the pain “We need to be strong now; for him.”

🤎 You both find some comfort in discovering that your sister and her husband are thrilled about Aso’s arrival; the two of you share a warm hug and promise to find some time for yourselves to talk, but your sister’s attention is quickly drawn to the child in your arms, who seems to quickly take a liking to her. Her husband has taken a day off from work to focus on the baby; you and Usopp meet him at their house, where a nursery has already been prepared for Aso, with toys and clothes bought especially for him, as well as tons of baby food. Already experienced in the care of children thanks to their job, they’re both good, kind-hearted people, if not rich at least capable to meet the necessary expenses for the rearing of a child, and clearly did their best to prepare for Aso’s arrival, even before knowing for sure you and Usopp will decide to entrust him to their care. “He couldn’t find better parents.” your boyfriend murmurs as you both look at your sister’s husband showing Aso an illustrated book “I mean, a doctor and a nursery teacher? And look, he loves them already. It’s a match made in heaven.”

🤎 You have to agree, and as you all spend some time together, it’s quickly evident not only that your sister and her husband will be excellent parents, but also that Aso feels comfortable in their company, even more at ease than he was on his first days with you and Usopp - a fact you severely forbid yourself from feeling jealous over. The town they live in in a nice place, safe, with good schools (including the nursery your sister works at, and where they plan to enrol Aso at once he’ll be old enough) and parks where the children can play and socialise; you couldn’t find a reason to oppose their adoption of Aso even if you wanted to - and you don’t want to, no matter what your heart and the most egotistical part of you say. In the end, you and Usopp have a long, serious conversation with them, and the morning after you all formalise the child’s adoption at the town hall. “We’ll take good care of him; I promise, we will protect him with our life.” your sister tells you as you share an embrace, and there is a touch of guilt in her eyes, proof that despite the years you have spent apart she can still read your heart easily, like your parents never bothered trying to do. “Usopp told me it was you who proposed we take the child; this was an enormous gift, (name), I’ll never thank you enough.”

🤎 There is no need to thank you and you tell her, even though you are very pleased for her and her husband; they and Aso will make each other very happy, and that is what counts the most. They’ll be a family, while you and Usopp have been… what? A pair of children taking care of another? A couple doing their best to keep Aso alive and who felt exhausted after only three weeks? Whatever it was it’s over, and the sooner you make peace with that situation the better it will be for you… and for your boyfriend, who is probably even more devastated than you are, since he and Aso clearly adore each other, and the child is his cousin by blood, maybe the only relative he has left after his mother died and his father took to the sea.

🤎 The night after he has formally terminated his parental rights, you find Usopp sitting alone on the deck, and after a moment of hesitation you decide to join him. “Are you mad at me? Because I’d understand if you were.” you murmur, and he looks at you, clearly taken aback. “Mad at you? What for?” “Well, for suggesting my sister and her husband take Aso. I know we agreed it’d be the right thing to do, but…” “(name), no!” Usopp immediately reassures you “I’m sad, but you did nothing wrong. If anything I should thank you; if it weren’t for them I wouldn’t have known what to do with Aso.” “So… we’re alright? You and me, I mean.” “Of course we’re alright; I couldn’t have done this without you.”

🤎 Comforted, you remain with Usopp for a while, your cheek resting on his shoulder as he holds your hand in both of his; you both admire the starry sky above, even though neither can help thinking that this will be your first night without Aso since you’ve met him. A night of full sleep, without the baby’s desperate crying keeping you awake and wondering what is wrong with him, will be nice, but… “We couldn’t keep him.” you murmur in the end in what is both a question and a reassurance “I mean, it’s been difficult looking after him for only three weeks, I don’t think we would have managed…” “Of course not; I’ll miss him, but we had to do what’s best for him. We both grew up without our parents, and it wasn’t easy; Aso deserves better.” You’re being strong for each other, able to offer reassurance even though you’re both anguished; you hold hands for a long time, and without the need to talk both you and your boyfriend know that no matter how painful the separation from the child will be, you’ll be fine, because you’ll have each other to count on.

🤎 The next morning, the crew prepares to leave the island; you envy the relative ease with which your friends say good-bye to Aso. All of them have grown fond of the baby, but none of them shares what you and Usopp are feeling - the excruciating feeling of loss of giving up something that has quickly become a part of you, or at least that might have been so, had things been different. You and Usopp are on the pier with your sister and her husband, their new son in your arms; you kiss his brow, well aware that while his parents will certainly tell him about you, Aso will remember nothing of the time you have spent together, which does not make those three weeks less precious, but it does seem unfair. “Good-bye, my little love.” you murmur “You have shown me I can be something I never thought I could, and for this you have my thanks.”

🤎 Letting him go is the hardest thing you have ever done, but finally the child is in Usopp’s arms, giggling happily as he tries to grab at your boyfriend’s bandanna; Usopp manages to smile, even though tears have filled his eyes. “So here we are, young man.” he says “You better take care of your mom and dad, and remember everything (name) and I have taught you…” The child listens on, his eyes -eyes that he must have inherited from his mother, because they are the same colour as his cousin’s- open wide as if he had never heard anything so interesting; then he raises his arm, places his little hand against Usopp’s cheek and says, his little voice perfectly clear: “Papa?”

🤎 He didn’t simply repeat a word he has heard; you and Usopp have told him your sister and her husband are his new mom and dad, and you have no idea where Aso has heard that word, and you don’t care, not as you see Usopp tearing up. “I’m not your papa, baby.” he murmurs before kissing the baby’s cheek, blowing a raspberry to make him laugh “But I have been for three weeks, and those have been the best of my life. Be good for me, alright?” He carefully passes the baby to your sister, who smiles softly, well aware of the sacrifice you’re making. “I hope you know you can come back; every time you want.” she warns you, and you both nod, well aware that you’ll have to stay away at least for a few years, until Aso learns to consider her and her husband as his real parents, a family he will be part of forever and that hopefully will never let him down. “Look after him.” you beg her, well aware you don’t need to but unable to control yourself, and she nods. “We will; you have my word.”

🤎 You and Usopp hold hands as you walk back to the ship, quickly helping your friends push it into the sea; you both wave your hand in farewell, and see Aso doing the same as your sister holds him to her chest, and the island and the people standing on its pier become nothing more than tiny spots on the horizon. “He’ll forget us soon.” Usopp predicts, with only a touch of melancholy “Not because he doesn’t care, but he’s so young…” “I know; but he’ll grow up safe, and happy, and cared for, and that’s what matters.” You share a smile, your hands finding each other once more. “One day.” you promise, and your boyfriend nods; you know, without the need to ask, he’s not just thinking about your sister’s offer. “One day.” he agrees “Once we’re ready.”

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thebunnednun · 1 year ago

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Capturing Hearts Iñaki Godoy x Reader

Chapter 3: A Dinner Invitation [Part 1]

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The atmosphere on the set of One Piece was charged with excitement as the premiere of the second season drew closer. With the buzz surrounding the show reaching new heights, the cast and crew were busier than ever, preparing for a series of interviews and promotional events.

As the official Instagram photographer for the production, you found yourself juggling multiple tasks at once, from snapping behind-the-scenes shots to coordinating with the cast and crew for promotional events. And as the day of the first round of interviews approached, you knew that you had your work cut out for you.

One morning, as you reviewed the schedule for the day, a sense of nervousness crept over you. The cast would be facing their second round of interviews, and it was up to you to make sure that they were prepared.

As you made your way to the dressing rooms, you couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension. The cast members were talented actors, but many of them were new to the world of interviews and publicity, and you knew that they would need your help to navigate the process.

"Good morning, everyone," you greeted with a smile as you entered the dressing room. "I hope you're all ready for the interviews today."

The cast members looked up from their scripts, their expressions a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"We're as ready as we'll ever be," one of them replied, a hint of uncertainty in their voice.

You nodded, understanding their apprehension.

"Don't worry, I'll be there to help you every step of the way," you reassured them, your voice filled with confidence. "Just be yourselves and remember to have fun."

With that, you set to work, helping the cast members prepare for their interviews by running through potential questions and coaching them on how to present themselves in front of the cameras. And as the time for the interviews drew nearer, you could feel the tension in the air, the cast members growing more and more nervous with each passing moment.

But just as the first interview was about to begin, Iñaki Godoy, the charismatic lead actor of the show, stepped into the dressing room with a smile.

"Hey there, everyone," he greeted warmly. "I just wanted to wish you all good luck for the interviews today. You're going to do great."

The cast members looked up in glee, their nervousness melting away in the presence of their esteemed co-star.

"Thanks, Iñaki," one of them replied, a cheeky smile spreading across their face. "That means a lot coming from you."

Iñaki nodded, his gaze lingering on each of them in turn.

You began to take your place behind the cameras. The crew were able to get through the interviews and mini games created to show off their fondness for the series.

But, you'd be lying if you say you didn't have a favorite.

Anyway, the lovely cast changed outfits to something more of a dinner casual look. Emily wore a sparkly black and pink accented dress that you HAD to get a picture of. The lovely girl gladly posed for you and you couldn't help but admire her playful air. Jacob was beginning to grow on you as well. (You even got him to recreate his little dancey dance for your personal gallery.) Mackenyu was quiet but willing as you snapped two photos of him in his ironic green and black polo/dress pant combo. Taz, being his usual friendly self, even requested a selfie with you!

Passing your camera to the taller male you secured your black mask over your face before offering a peace sign. Taz, on the other hand, decided to stick out his tongue and make some silly faces to provoke your giggles before passing the camera back. Soon the others joined in and even pulled Mackenyu into the mix.

There was just one person missing though.

Iñaki had just finished changing before he photobomed the sweet selfies in the background. He popped into a deep squat that looked as though he has shit himself while in deep though. This would later prove to be a very popular sequence on the Instagram account and elsewhere on the internet. After the giggles has died down, you decided to pack it up for the day. Donning a mid length puffer coat you felt a hand softly tugging your sleeve.

"(Y/n), would you come to dinner with us?" Iñaki suggested, his chestnut eyes wide and pleading. "It'll be a great way to celebrate and unwind."

The cast members exchanged excited glances. They all seemed very friendly and inviting, but, you were unsure of how to respond to the unexpected invitation.

"We'd love for you to join us," Emily replied, her voice filled with certainty. You quickly searched her face to find honesty. Jacob nodded behind his shades and Taz offered you a rather sweet smile that reached his eyes.

You shifted onto your other foot, "OH, thank you. But I wouldn't want to impose," you tried to gently decline. Mackenyu, usually the quietness spoke up, "Don't be silly and it would be nice to have another chill person at dinner," he slipped Iñaki a teasing glare before returning to his phone.

Iñaki smiled, his charm and charisma putting something inside you at ease. You unknowingly began to smile back at him nodding.

"Great, it's settled then," he said, clapping his hands together. "Now let's go EAT! I'm starving."

And with that, the cast members set off for their dinner reservation, your nerves replaced with a newfound sense of confidence and determination. And as you faced the budding evening with grace and poise, you couldn't help but feel a swell of relief in your chest.

Iñaki was a real gentleman, offering you the seat next to him in Taz's jeep. The ride was filled with singing and silly inside jokes. And as you looked forward to the dinner ahead, you knew that they were not just colleagues, but a family, bound together by their shared love for One Piece and each other. You felt something slide into your hands and glancing down you saw a phone with a new contact screen opened.

Looking up, you saw Iñaki gazing back at you with those same warm eyes and big smile. You offered a small smile back and as you pushed the buttons to fill out your contact info you couldn't help but feel your ears and neck getting warmer.

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itachihottie · 1 year ago

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OMG I’m very deprived… Are there anymore Usopp/OPLA usopp smut stories? 😓😓 I like… NEED THEM

#usopp smut #opla usopp #ussop one piece #usopp x reader #jacob romero gibson #opla

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penny44224 · 2 years ago

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I am begging for ussop/Jacob Romeo x reader plz. Idk how but I need it. I’m begging ugh he’s so fine

#one piece x black!reader #anime #black reader #jacob romero gibson #opla #one piece live action #usopp #usopp smut #opla usopp #opla usopp x y/n #opla usopp x reader #usopp x black reader

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daehoswifeyy · 2 years ago

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gimme some ideas for fics pls! i’ll be writing fluff for now 💕

#one piece live action #opla x reader #luffy x reader #nami x reader #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #usopp x reader #taz skylar #iñaki godoy #mackenyu #jacob romero gibson #emily rudd

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marycorcaroli · 2 years ago

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one piece boys as boyfriends.

luffy, zoro, usopp, sanji, buggy.

req ♡: Can I request the one piece boys as boyfriends/ dating them headcanons?

mary ♡: thanks for the request and hope you like it ! english is not my first language, i apologize for any mistakes.

rules ; masterlist.

luffy.

— luffy is the sweetest guy ever ! i'm sure he will live up to all your expectations and be the best of the best.

— he's a little awkward around you :( but he's also very loud ! ! he wants the whole world to hear that you're his girlfriend ! !

— he is not the jealous type at all. luffy trusts you with his whole heart and soul, he knows that you will never cheat or betray him and neither will he ever hurt you. you have guy friends and luffy trusts them! he hangs out with them and is not afraid that they will take you away from him. he is fine as long as your friends don't harass you or make cruel jokes about you.

— luffy loves hugs more than anything else! the way you give him your warmth and share that intimate moment with him is all luffy needs. he loves to hug at all hours of the day and night, his arms will always be around you!

— he loves kissing you just as much! he kisses you on the tip of your nose when he goes out and on your forehead so you know he's there for you and won't leave you. he kisses behind your ear when you dance together. he kisses your moles or freckles because they're your specialty and he loves them ♡ !

— ! he's a terrible cook ! he'd rather burn down your kitchen and all the equipment and then make puppy dog eyes: "i'm sorry, please, i wanted to please you, but it didn't work out..." don't yell at him 👊

— sleeps like a baby and holds you close to him so you don't run away.

— goes to the bathroom with you because he thinks a monster will take you (he can't watch horror movies).

— gives you presents at the most unexpected times !

— his love languages are touch and words ! he can't take his hands off you and stop saying words of everlasting love.

— luffy is crazy about your smile :( the way your eyes shine and the dimples on your cheeks don't go away makes his heart flutter like it's your first date.

— doesn't like to fight with you ;( even if you have an argument he will try to settle it right away so you go to bed calm, but if it doesn't work out and you go somewhere else.... his heart breaks into little pieces, the fact that it's so bad that you left 😐 will apologize to you a few million times and will do anything to make you forgive him!

zoro.

— the most needy boy :( he needs you to hug him and hold him several times in a second while he inhales the smell of your hair and draws constellations on your back with his hands.

— that's why his love language is always touching.

— he arranges the most incredible dates for you! he chooses the places himself and afterwards invites you on this little journey where he will propose marriage to you.

— for some people marriage is just a stamp in the passport and rings, but for zoro it's a whole life, so he bound your hearts and souls into one, made tearful vows to you, promising to always be there for you in sorrow and in joy.

— hugs are part of his routine. he hugs you every chance he gets. his favorite is the back hug when you're cooking something and zoro dances a little and sings your favorite song.

— kisses you on the lips in the most tender way to convey his feelings. on the eyelids to give you support and on the cheeks to show you how cute you are.

— he snores like a baby but will wake up as soon as you try to get up, he's used to sleeping with you and snuggling up to you that he won't sleep without you.

— he's a little spoon ! !

— loves to go shopping with you and buy something interesting for your home.

— during arguments, when he can't hear you and makes you talk even louder, and the situation in your house gets heated - he just walks away, leaving you alone. later, of course, he will beg for forgiveness and kiss you, and promise that it won't happen again, it's true. he doesn't want your beautiful and clean place to turn into a dumping ground for quarrels and humiliation.

— jealous often, but he doesn't make scandals, but just stands by you like a guard until your admirer runs away.

usopp.

— he's so cute ! you want to kiss his cheeks forever and look into those eyes that show endless love for you.

— he climbs into your room through the window, like in the most romantic movies, without fail ! with flowers in his teeth, "did you miss me?"

— his love language is giving you presents and jumping in puddles while it's raining ! ! !

— he loves to lay on you and squeeze you so hard ! he just wants to show you how much he loves you. for usopp, hugging is something normal, he is tactile himself, but with you, it's magnified several times ! ! he is not afraid to be real with you and he shows everything he has.

— we're not done talking about hugs yet ! another one of usopp's favorite hugs is after a hard day of hardly seeing each other and now you're trying to support each other, for him these moments are the saddest, he'll even cry a little because he couldn't give you a minute all day long ;( my boy.

— kisses too hot! his lips are on yours in seconds and his palms on your neck are clenched while your brain is trying to understand what's going on.

— but he also loves sweet kisses, where you kiss him on the cheek and tell him how cute he is.

— sleeping on you ! you can't get up, so you have to literally throw him off you, "wtf? usopp? i can't breathe, get off 😐."

— he likes to watch comedies and ask every minute about what's gonna happen next.

— there is no room for arguments in your relationship, he will quickly put things into a happy environment and give you his beautiful smiles, but if you do have a problem he will listen to you and do everything in his power to make sure you're okay and not worry about anything.

— he's not jealous at all! why would he be? you're together and you love each other, you know he would never cheat on you and usopp knows you would never do the same, that's why you're fine.

sanji.

— he is such a gentleman ! he opens doors for you all the time, gives you things and does everything to make you feel at ease !

— his love languages are helping each other, supporting you in hard times and spending time together ! all these things are important to sanji as a man who wants to cherish your every moment.

— he loves just holding you close to you and kissing your neck while goosebumps run through your body. sanji also likes hugs where he pats your back and soothes you, hugs where sanji tosses you up and hears your most beautiful laugh.

— he likes to embarrass you so much! to see you blush and cover your face with your hands while sanji mocks and comes over to you ready to destroy you with a tickle.

— he cooks for you all the time, and it's delicious, he loves to surprise you with his new recipes, he doesn't mind if you help him with the cooking, which then turns into a game of survival.

— sanji is crazy about the unexpected kisses from you, he's just sitting there reading a magazine as you come up and give him the most sensual kiss in the world, but he doesn't mind the air kisses where he puts all his desire to kiss you.

— will watch your favorite shows with you, he doesn't care what it is, as long as you like it, he likes it.

— he's a little spoon! he loves it when your nose is against his back and your palms are stroking his chest, sanji gets so calm and he sleeps the most beautiful sleep ;(

— sanji is sometimes unbearable and it hinders your relationship, he likes it when you get angry and show your temper, but he won't let it go too far, you are his favorite, so sanji doesn't really want you to lose your nerve cells completely.

— he can only be jealous sometimes, but then he remembers that you're still his and he doesn't have to worry.

buggy.

— the most charismatic guy in the world ! flirts with you 24/7 and he is not ashamed. he will make you as red as a tomato and then kiss you on the corner of your mouth.

— loves the hottest kisses when you run out of air but you don't want to let go of each other. will lose his head if you kiss his shoulder or earlobe, BUgGY DoN'T BreAthe ! ! your lips are so airy but leave the wettest kisses.

— jealous quite a lot :( he trusts you completely, but doesn't trust the other people who want to take you away from him. even if you have been in a relationship for a long time, buggy is still afraid that you will find a better person than him.

— big spoon ! loves to hold you tight and smell you ! wakes up several times during the night to make sure you are near, even if he still has a dead grip on you.

— likes to take long walks with you and give you the most delicious drinks.

— he's not the best cook, but he'll learn to cook and get a michelin star for you.

— he doesn't think what he says, and when he realizes it, it's too late. he may accidentally tell you everything he thinks, and then he will kneel down and beg you to take him back. you are the most precious thing in his life and if he loses you, buggy will lose his air and the meaning of life.

— he likes to watch soap operas! absolutely any kind, there is no difference, because he likes everything and later he can discuss it all with you.

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cuttergauthier · 2 years ago

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Who I Write For

Hey everyone this is a list of who I write for.

If you have someone else in mind, send me an ask and i’ll let you know if i want to write for him. I’m not picky

Also if anyone would want me to start an AU let me know!

How to request

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New jersey Devils

Jack Hughes

Nathan Bastian

Dawson Mercer

Luke Hughes

Nico Hischier

Timo Meier

Brendan Smith

Vancouver Canucks

Quinn Hughes

Brock Boeser

Elias Pettersson

Cole McWard

Anthony Beauvillier

Dakota Joshua

Toronto Maple Leafs

Mitch Marner

Auston Matthews

William Nylander

Matthew Knies

Morgan Reilly

Buffalo Sabres

Owen Powers

Tyson Jost

Devon Levi

Erik Johnson

Jeff Skinner

Tage Thompson

Dylan Cozens

Casey Mittelstadt

Carolina Hurricanes

Michael Bunting

Andrei Svechnikov

Jack Drury

Pittsburgh Penguins

Pierre-Oliver Joseph

Ryan Graves

Ty Smith

Columbus Blue Jackets

Nick Blankenburg

Kent Johnson

Cole Sillinger

Adam Boqvist

Zach Werenski

Adam Fantilli

Vegas Golden Knights

Brendan Brisson

San Jose Sharks

Thomas Bordeleau

Tristen Robins

William Eklund

Henry Thrun

Luke Kunin

Anaheim Ducks

Trevor Zegras

Mason McTavish

John Gibson

Frank Vatrano

St Louis Blues

Jake Neighbours

Colton Parayko

Ottawa Senators

Josh Norris

Brady Tkachuk

Mathieu Joseph

Jakob Chychrun

Zack MacEwen

Tim Stutzle

Thomas Chabot

Minnesota Wilds

Matt Boldy

Brock Faber

Brandon Duhaime

Los Angeles Kings

Alex Turcotte

Quinn Byfield

Brandt Clarke

Pierre Luc Dubois

Alex Laferriere

Florida Panthers

Matthew Tkachuk

Sam Bennett

Mackie Samoskevich

William Lockwood

Aaron Ekblad

Josh Mahura

Brandon Montour

Colorado Avalanche

Cale Makar

Bowen Byram

Nate Mackinnon

Miles Wood

Detroit Red Wings

J.T. Compher

Dylan Larkin

Joe Veleno

Jake Walman

Boston Bruins

Mason Lohrei

Johnny Beecher

Jeremy Swayman

Jake Debrusk

Charlie Mcavoy

Montreal Canadiens

Cole Caufield

Arber Xhekaj

Kirby Dach

Christian Dvorak

Alex Newhook

New York Islanders

Noah Dobson

Mat Barzal

Philadelphia Flyers

Morgan Frost

Cam York

Jamie Drysdale

Joe Farabee

Tyson Foerster

Noah Cates

New York Rangers

Alexis Lafrenière

Adam Fox

K’Andre Miller

Braden Schneider

Chris Kreider

Zac Jones

Arizona Coyotes

Logan Cooley

Dylan Guenther

Clayton Keller

Nick Schmaltz

Chicago Blackhawks

Lukas Reichel

Seth Jones

Alex Vlasic

Connor Bedard

Tampa Bay Lightnings

Brandon Hagel

Anthony Cirelli

Seattle Kraken

Brandon Tanev

Jamie Oleksiak

Philipp Grubauer

Will Borgen

Dallas Stars

Wyatt Johnston

Jake Oettinger

Rope Hintz

Craig Smith

University of Michigan

Luca Fantili

Rutger McGroarty

Nick Moldenhauer

Phil Lapointe

Jacob Truscott

Tyler Duke

Marshall Warren

Frank Nezar

Ethan Edwards

Michigan State University

Red Savage

Isaac Howard

Maxim Štrbák

Ohio State University

Joe Dunlap

Cam Thiesing

Davis Burnside

Caden Brown

Matt Cassidy

Minnesota University

Luke Mittelstadt

Jimmy Snuggerud

Ryan Chesley

Oliver Moore

Brody Lamb

Boston College

Cutter Gauthier

Will Smith

Ryan Leonard

Gabe Perreault

Drew Fortescue

Jacob Fowler

Will Vote

University of Wisconsin

Cruz Lucius

Charlie Stramel

Zach Schulz

Random Teams

Nick Granowicz

Jay Keranen

Colton Dach

Nathan Gaucher

+ more

AU’s

Nick Granowicz x Msu Reader

Josh Norris x Tkachuk sister

Trevor Zegras x Hughes sister

Cutter Gauthier x Hughes sister

Matthew Knies x Matthews sister

Jack Hughes x Mercer au

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good to me in every way || jake kiszka x reader

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Summary: You go with Jake to the Gibson interview shoot, and he’s good to you in every way.

Pairings: Jake Kiszka x Reader | Genre: fluff | Word Count: 2.4k | Warnings: none!

A/N: I just got so overwhelmed with love for one Jacob Thomas Kiszka (Sir? I dunno.) this fine evening that I had to write a fic about that shoot. I love this fic, and I had so much fun writing it. He’s just the world’s sweetest boyfriend in this one, besties. I hope you like it! ♡

You couldn’t exactly remember why you’d come to the shoot.

There were dozens of people milling about, setting up the lighting and cameras and making sure everything was just right. The people from Gibson were making sure their guitar looked just so, tuning it and buffing out the designs on the fretboard until they shone. Jake’s guitar was being set up for him too, but you knew he’d probably double-check everything just to be sure.

You felt like you were just in the way, and you pressed closer to Jake’s side as a harried-looking camera assistant rushed by you. He put his hand to the small of your back and led you off to the side, away from the crowd surrounding the set.

“You ok?” he asked. He brushed your hair behind your ear. “You’re being awfully quiet.”

You blushed. “Maybe... maybe I should just go and come back when you’re done.”

He looked surprised and a little hurt. “You don’t want to stay?”

“No,” you said quickly, putting an apologetic hand to his chest. “I mean, yes, I do want to stay. If you want me to be here. But... are you sure it’s ok?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Why wouldn’t it be?”

Your gaze snagged on the group of people testing both guitars on the amplifiers, and it didn’t escape your notice that everyone in the building had a job to do and a reason to be there. You felt out of place and embarrassed because of it.

“Hey.”

Jake touched a few fingers to your jaw, turning your head back and making you look at him. You worried your bottom lip as you met his eyes.

“Quit that,” he chided gently, running his thumb over your mouth. “You’ll make it bleed.”

You did as he said, and you couldn’t help giving his finger a quick kiss. He smiled.

“It’s ok for you to be here,” he said. “I cleared it with the director. You’re not gonna get in trouble.”

You gave him a wobbly smile. “Are you sure?”

He hummed in agreement. “And if anybody has a problem with it, they can talk to me.”

He kissed you, sweet and gentle, and turned you so his body hid you from view for a moment while he did. You leaned into him, enamored at the way he always made sure you felt safe.

“I want you here,” he said. “And nobody wants to upset the talent. This is Jake Kiszka of Greta Van Fleet we’re talking about. He’s kind of a big name these days.”

You giggled, and he grinned at you like that was the exact reaction he’d been hoping for.

“I’m so proud of you, Jake,” you said, beaming up at him. If he wanted you with him for this achievement, nothing in the world could make you leave. “Thank you for letting me share this with you.”

He kissed the tip of your nose.

“I love you,” he said simply.

You smiled at the butterflies he still gave you every time he said he loved you.

“And I love that smile,” he said adoringly. He gently tweaked your cheek. “Don’t be nervous, sweetheart. Everyone’s happy you’re here. Especially me.”

You started to say that you were happy to be here too, but someone called his name from the set. He turned to let them know he’d heard, then stole one last moment with you.

“Be sweet, and I’ll take you out to lunch afterwards,” he said.

You laughed. Of course he already knew you’d be sweet, but his teasing set you at ease.

“I’ll try my best,” you promised. You straightened his necklace for him even though you knew he’d probably get a full primping when he was in front of the cameras.

“Knock ‘em dead, honey.”

He grinned and kissed you with a goofy muah at the end. “Love you.”

You watched as he strode off towards the set and was quickly enveloped by the crew. He made conversion easily as they showed him the guitar setup and let him run through the settings, laughing and cracking jokes like it was the most natural thing in the world to him.

You were always proud of Jake in situations like this. You knew better than anyone that underneath that beguiling, effortlessly cool persona, Jake was as shy as could be. He’d grown more confident the more he practiced, to the point where you could lean on him when you were feeling shy and know he’d have no trouble taking the attention off of you, but you knew he’d never feel completely comfortable as the center of attention. To you, his bravery was unmatched, and you were proud of the way he tackled his nerves in order to do what he loved.

You also knew the moment he did start to feel comfortable, his posture visibly relaxing at the same time he pulled the first notes from his beloved guitar. The lines of his body, highlighted by that fetching navy suit, were strong and elegant, and the guitar seemed a natural extension of him as it always did. You were politely ushered over to a spot behind the cameras but away from the hustle and bustle, and you settled in to watch your boyfriend work his magic.

The crew let him know they were rolling, and he was told to play whatever he wanted for a few minutes to give them some b-roll. He went straight into the opening of Caravel, rocking back on his heels, completely in his element. Everything else faded away when he played, and you loved to watch him sink into his own creative world.

When the director asked Jake to sit down for the interview itself, you could see him tense back up a little. You were sure it was only noticeable to you because you could read his body language so well, but you still wished you could help. You hadn’t let him know you’d moved, not wanting to distract him earlier; you felt like your heart might break as you saw him glance to where you’d been before, and you quickly raised your hand just enough to catch his attention.

“I love you,” you mouthed to him. His whole face lit up with a handsome smile, and you felt a rush of pride and affection for him. His attention was back on the director and the interviewer before he could say it back, but that smile lingered, and you were pleased to know you’d helped him relax.

“Can you say your full name for the camera?” the interviewer asked.

“Full name?” he asked. “How long do you want me to...? Jacob Thomas Kiszka? Sir?” He looked amused at his own joke. “I don’t know.”

You smiled to yourself. Jake was nothing if not completely charming, even when he was nervous, and it didn’t take long for the interview to fall into a natural rhythm. Jake talked at length about what his guitar meant to him, how it allowed him to push the bounds of creativity and originality, and what an honor it was to be at the forefront of musical innovation with such a tool in hand.

“This guitar probably will be with me forever, yeah.” He cradled the guitar on his lap and brushed his hands tenderly over the cherry-red surface. “It’s like a relationship. And it’s love at first sight, or love at first sound.”

The interviewer smiled. “Careful,” she joked. “You might make some people jealous of your guitar.”

Jake’s returning smile was winsome and gentle. He looked your way, and you blushed.

“This guitar has a special place in my heart,” he said, and though you knew he was still speaking in the context of the interview, he was also talking to you. “But there’s no reason for anyone to be jealous. The love I have for this instrument is a reflection of my love for others, I hope. My guitar is a tool that helps me give and receive love through music.”

You thought of the countless times he’d told you he loved you through music. He played for you every time you asked, love songs and cheesy ballads and even music he wasn’t particularly fond of. He taught you how to play whatever you wanted to learn with an unending reserve of kindness and encouragement. You respected and loved his guitar as he did, and even though you didn’t have the same connection with it, you could never be jealous of something Jake shared with you so generously.

He switched to the new guitar, testing it out, commenting on the sound and the way it felt to play it. Any guitar would sound wonderful under Jake’s skilled hands, and each note rang clear and strong through the studio. But, to your untrained and probably sentimental ear, it didn’t have the same comforting familiarity that Jake’s guitar did. You still enjoyed watching him play it, though.

When the interviewer had gone through all her questions, the director asked Jake to play for a few more minutes, and then it was time to wrap everything up. Jake went around and thanked everyone involved, even the assistants, and spent some time chatting with the representatives from Gibson while the set got broken down around him.

“Do you mind if I play it a little longer?” he asked, gesturing to the new guitar.

They were happy to have him play while they started loading up their things, and he packed up his own guitar before taking the new one up again.

He looked for you and waved you over. “Come here.”

You didn’t, not right away, still staying off to the side; he gave you an encouraging smile and repeated his invitation. You took care not to be underfoot as the crew worked around you, and you stood close to Jake in the center of the set.

“How’d I do?” he asked, his fingers wandering aimlessly but somehow still flawlessly over the fretboard. “Not too shabby?”

You smiled. “You were wonderful. Very philosophical and sincere.”

He chuckled. “Thanks. Josh will probably think I was being pontifical.”

“I don’t think you were,” you assured him. “You do know a lot about guitars, and about this one in particular.”

Your gaze skimmed over the shiny red body of the guitar, very similar to Jake’s but obviously brand-new.

“What do you think?” he asked. He played a smooth waterfall of notes. “Nice, isn’t it?”

“It’s very pretty,” you agreed. Jake’s guitar was scarred and worn from years of love, and this new one fairly gleamed under the studio lights. Without thinking, you reached out to touch the body of it, like you had a hundred times when Jake played. Then, realizing it wasn’t Jake’s guitar but a brand-new top of the line Gibson, you thought better of it.

Jake watched your hesitance with a little bit of confusion.

“You can touch it, if you want.”

“Well, I don’t want to get it dirty.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled. “Your hands are squeaky clean. And besides, everybody in here has fooled around with this thing. You could even play it, if you wanted to.”

You blushed vividly at the thought. “No, thank you. I'll leave that to the professionals.”

You did skim your fingers over it, though, and Jake looked pleased that you had.

“Play me something,” you said.

“What do you want to hear, sweetheart?”

You considered that. Then, you gave him a sweet smile.

“Play me my Jimi Hendrix song.”

You knew from his smile that he knew just which one you were talking about. He started to play the bluesy melody, drawing out each note with intention and feeling. You were mesmerized by his skill, entranced by the way he put his whole body into his playing. You watched his face, seeing that little furrow of concentration in his brow, and wanted to kiss him.

“Lord, I had a woman,” he sang, making his voice full of sensuality like Jimi’s. “Lord knows she was good to me in every way.”

You were vaguely aware that Jake was drawing a bit of an audience, but you could hardly blame the crew for stopping to listen to him play. He looked up and met your eyes.

“Lord, she gave me love both night and day, my sunshine.”

You blossomed under his attention, basking in his obvious affection for you. As shy as Jake could be, he was never shy about showing you he loved you. He wanted the whole world to know you were his, and it was the most romantic thing about him.

You stood on tiptoe so as not to disturb his playing and gave him a quick kiss. He gave you a delighted smile as his cheeks pinked, but he never missed a note.

He had to cut the song short to hand the guitar back to the Gibson guys when they were ready to leave, and he thanked them again for letting him play.

“Thank you for coming with me,” he said, his guitar case in hand, offering you his arm like a gentleman as you walked towards the door. You looped your arm around his and pressed close.

“You’re welcome,” you said, tipping your face up for a kiss. He obliged you, and it warmed you straight through as you stepped out into the chilly afternoon air.

He hummed the song as you walked back to the car, and you mentally filled in the lyrics.

“You know what?” you asked.

“Hm. What?”

You kissed his cheek. “You’re good to me in every way.”

His smile was absolutely swoon-worthy, all bright and bashful and so in love with you.

“Thanks, sweetheart,” he said sincerely. “I try. How about I take you out for lunch, since you were so sweet, and be good to you that way?”

You looked up at him. “I have... a proposal to make. About lunch.”

He raised a brow. “And what’s that?”

You toyed with the silver bracelet on his wrist, running your fingers from the cool metal to the line of his knuckles.

“What if we take a rain check on lunch, and you take me home so I can be good to you in every way too?”

His smile was just this side of a smirk, and he kissed you breathless right there in the middle of the sidewalk. “We can work it that way too, sweetheart.”

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