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You sit on Tumblr for reads

You scurry to Tik Tok for entertainment

Yet you look past the genocide happening in Congo and Palestine

Or maybe you don’t? If you have a basic touch of morality, please share this post and mind others of the horrors happening in Congo and Palestine!!

Rape has been used as a weapon of war in the Democratic Republic of Congo for over 20 years. Many of you on this app are of/over that age, and ask yourself: How many times have you heard of or spoken up about this? If you genuinely had no idea of this, please listen. Children are missing from schools, 1000+ women are being raped every single day. This statistic is from 2011, so it’s devastating to assume the number has risen. Victims are as young as six—survivors ranging from fucking TODDLERS to GRANDMOTHERS!! Some get pregnant and some don’t survive at all. Armed groups are doing this to break communities and silence women! Even when they do survive, they’re left with no justice, no hospitality.

THAT PHONE IN YOUR HAND COMPLETED PRODUCTION THANKS TO THE HARMFUL CONDITIONS THEY HAVE BEEN FORCED INTO. Women of the DRC mine the minerals used in many electronically factors in your very privileged life. From ear pieces to electrical cars!

They reached the final stage of famine a long time ago. As of recently, Palestine has marked this milestone. Everyday children are famished to the point of death, families are EAGER for bread and water. Let me remind you, they are not starving—these people are BEING starved. Yes, Trump recently sent food drones, but do not be fooled. Just weeks ago, this man burned enough food to completely CURE the hunger there. The amount he sent over there is equivalent to throwing a jacket at someone and telling them to climb Mt. Everest. And listen to this, Israel is using this to their advantage. Israelite soldiers lure Palestinian citizens in—put them in single lines—baiting them at Humanitarian Aid centers, then gun them down. The men, the women, the children. NO ONE IS SAFE THERE. These things are sick. Look how barbaric people get over LAND—RELIGION.

The babies, elderly, sick, disabled, are all suffering horridly. They’re people too. Babies are meant to be fat with tons of rolls on their necks. But when videos of INFANTS pop up on my feed, the skin on their stomachs are as sunken as the skin on their faces. There is no medicine nor treatment available to those who need it. Conditions are only worsening under the collapsed roofs of war. LITERALLY.

This barely even scratches the surface of the violence in Congo and Palestine. Granted, it matters. Every little act matters. Interact with the videos of the desperate citizens because it matters. Donate what little you can to posted fundraisers because it matters. Stuff empty water bottles with food/supplies and chuck it into the ocean. That shit matters. It will reach them.

Congo and Palestine are hungry, scared. You sharing and interacting with this post matters. World leaders are turning cheek to this, so the rest is up to us. Silence isn’t neutral, it makes you an enemy.

Genocide sounds like silence.

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The Boy from the Photo Booth Reel

track!yuuji itadori x newgirl!fem!reader

Synopsis: New school, new people, yet you’re left without friends, until you finally take your locker neighbour, Kugisaki, up on her offer to sit at her table for lunch

Warnings: reader is hinted at being a little alternative (dress sense, music in future chapters, smudged liner at school), weirdo mahito, pushy behaviour, very little yuuji in this chapter bc it’s the first!!! blood (minor)

Week one of a new school. New city, new surroundings, new classmates, new teachers. Nothing at all familiar. This school was much nicer than your last one, you had to admit. People at least made an effort to smile, offered to show you to your class when you looked visibly confused rather than having to work up the courage to ask someone yourself. Teacher’s understood you couldn’t be expected to catch up within a day or two. Really, you couldn’t complain, but it was just different.

You had acquaintances, of course. That one kid with the eye bags and meek, soft voice you sat next to in class, and, of course, your locker neighbour. A pretty girl with short, reddish hair and a ‘takes no shit’ attitude when it came to any guy ever. Kugisaki, you think her name is. To be honest, aside from friendly ‘good morning’s, she’s not much of an acquaintance. But she’s the closest thing you have. Making friends is hard whenever everyone else has already formed their own close-knit groups and cliques. Everyone had their place, their designated lunch table, and hang out spot they loitered in before the first bell rang for homeroom. You didn’t really know where you were supposed to fit in yet.

Maybe rolling your skirt up to be as short as the other girl’s would make you fit in more, or maybe toning down the smudged eyeliner could help. But you didn’t really want to do that. Your mother told you taking off those chunky, peeling-sticker covered headphones would help too, actually speak to people instead of waiting to hear approached. But again, you didn’t want to do that.

You were lonely, but you were fine.

“Mornin’!” You blinked at the chirpy voice, snapped out of your thoughts by Kugisaki. Greeting you as per usual. Happy, glossy smile and bright eyes. ‘Female solitude’ she had called it once, being nice to you because you were another girl. Which you got, unless they were rude or unpleasant, the whole ‘girls sticking together’ thing made sense.

“Morning, Kugisaki.” You replied, smile not as wide as her’s, but still present and kind. Expecting that to be the end of your daily greeting, you opened your locker. Turning the dial to enter your combination and cracking it open to retrieve your pencil case and books. But Kugisaki spoke again.

“I don’t really see you at lunch, y’know?” She commented, curling her lashes in a mirror she had hung in her own locker. There was a Nana sticker in the corner and photo booth reel of her and two boys slotted in the frame. In the strip of photos, it was clear they had made the most of the props and silly glasses and hats photo booths provided. Whilst Kugisaki and one of the boys looked more than elated to be wearing fluffy boa’s and comically large sunglasses, the other looked less than pleased. Maybe one was a boyfriend? She was pretty enough to have one. “Not found anywhere to sit yet? It’s hell finding a free table in there.”

Shutting your locker, books tucked under your arm and pencil case now inside your black, leather school bag, you pursed your lips and shrugged. “Kind of. Don’t really just wanna sit at someone else’s table so I just eat in the library.”

Like you had confessed to a felony, Kugisaki gasped. Maw slack and nose scrunched up, taken aback and for some reason utterly disgusted in your admission. “The library- Girl, no. That’s complete loser territory! You’re too pretty to be there.” She smacked some lip-balm on, a glittery pink sort of colour, “Sit with me and my friend’s. They won’t mind. There’s only four of us, anyway.”

While the offer was appealing, it felt like one out of pity. And that was an offer you were too proud to take. Plus, if one of the boys in that polaroid was her boyfriend, sitting with a high-school, lovey-dovey, still-stuck-in-the-honeymoon-phase couple meant there was a strong possibility you wouldn’t be able to stomach your lunch bento. So, politely, you declined the offer with a soft shake of your head, “I’ll be fine, thanks though.”

Kugisaki stood eyeing you for a moment, double checking you were sure. Then, she sighed, a little dramatically, and shrugged as if to say ‘welp, I tried’ like you had rejected the offer of a life time. “Suit yourself. But lemme know if you ever change your mind. I’ll save you a seat for when you get sick of that musty ass library.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” You laughed lightly.

Once goodbyes had been said, you walked off happy about the first conversation you had had since joining Tokyo Tech. It may not have been getting to know each other, and you surely couldn’t consider yourself friends with Kugisaki yet, but by far, it had been the most words you had shared with a fellow peer.

That counted for something, right?

High School gyms weren’t exactly known for being state of the art institutions, plaster falling off the walls and a less than sturdy climbing wall. Nor were they known for a pleasant smell. Sweat, BO of the students who had yet to realise they do in fact need to wear deodorant, and the odd smell that all of the gym mats carried filled the already stuffy, warm air. Although thankfully, it was a day for fitness circuits. This also meant that today, gym was Co-ed.

A perfect opportunity for girl’s to gawk over the well-built boys from the sports teams, and for the boys to show off their athletic ability. Like some hormonal, teenage mating call. However, there still the spare few students who didn’t quite fit in anywhere. The lanky, too skinny boy over by the hurdles who was struggling to jump the smallest one despite his height, and the academic burn out kids who all had notes excusing them from gym, all suspiciously in the exact same chicken scrawl hand writing. Although it was clear Coach Yaga didn’t care too much, he really only focused on the boy’s on the various teams he coached. And then there was you. The new girl, with no friends in her gym class. Cliche and pitiful, but there wasn’t much you could do. Everyone already had their designated gym friend. That one person you didn’t really talk to outside of the class, but was your best friend for pairing up in gym simply because you had no one else.

Although, thankfully, there was an absent student, which left a kind, blue-haired girl without a partner. Miwa. She was a good enough partner for circuits, always supportive and doing her job in holding your feet down for stability when it was time to do sit ups; and you did the same for her.

“Okayyy-“ She trailed off, panting as she loosened her grip on the pull up bars, landing quite gracefully on her feet, “We have the climbing wall next, right?”

Looking to the chalk board, scrutinising the sloppily drawn diagram of the circuits Coach Yaga had sketched out, you confirmed that she was right. After the calisthenics was the climbing wall, “Uh, yep. Climbing wall. Climb the rope first and then scaling the wall.”

Tightening her ponytail, Miwa smiled, face flushed and slightly damp with sweat, but still so naturally gorgeous it was upsetting. “Cool! You can go first this time if you want.” She offered sweetly, picking up both your water bottles from the floor, “I think I’ve gone first for the last three circuits or something.”

You took a long swig from your water bottle once she had given it back to you, not exactly refreshing as the humidity of the gym had made your ice cold water lukewarm far too fast. But it was good enough. “Cool, thanks, Miwa.”

“Call me Kasumi, Miwa’s super formal.” She smiled over her shoulder as led you both to the climbing wall.

“Alright, Kasumi.” You murmured, sending her a small smile back, your lips slightly curled at both corners just enough to be polite and friendly.

With how new some other area’s of the school were, such as the art block, or even the new iMac’s in Mr. Nanami’s statistics class, the climbing wall paled in comparison. Lightly rusted bars, even rustier hinges that allowed it to be folded back up into the wall. The ropes were discoloured and frayed from top to bottom, as if they were older than the school itself, and the floor beneath it wasn’t much better. Chipped and splintered oak boards that Coach Yaga attempted to cover up with some of those weird smelling, navy gym mats, and not to mention the floor board that was just entirely missing. Really, it didn’t seem the safest, the rope looked as if it would surely give you a burn on your hand from how rough it had gotten over the years, but Yaga took no excuses from what you have heard about the man.

“These mats feel super flat…” You murmured, testing out the spongy-ness of one of the mat’s with a sneaker clad foot. Glancing to Kasumi with some uncertainty, you raised a brow, “If I fall this mat isn’t gonna do anything for me.”

Hands on her hips, she shook her head and giggled, “You’ll be fine! You held up on the pull up bars just fine, climbing a rope is basically the same thing. Core strength and stuff.”

“I dunno about that,” You laughed back, but nonetheless, you fisted one hand around the rope that felt more than straw than anything else, and another fist a forearm’s length above it. With Kasumi being her supportive, chipper self on the ground, holding the rope to prevent it from swaying too much, you began hoisting yourself up.

There was no doubt in your mind you looked a little foolish, shimmying up the rope as far as you could go. Legs curled around the rope for extra stability, but looking to your left, the boy on the rope next to you looked even worse than you could have possibly looked, so with that in mind, you kept going. Unsure of how many times you were actually expected to climb the rope, or how high, you simply settled on going to the very top just the one time. Surely the sweat you would break from that would be sufficient enough for Yaga to give you even just a two minute break. With muscles burning and hair going a little damp from not only the exercise but the hot air radiating throughout the stuffy gym, you realised you were only little more than half way.

“Just come down! Yaga isn’t even looking, he won’t know!” Kasumi shouted up to you, brows knitted together and a small pout on her bare-of-any-product-but-lip-balm lips. Craning your neck to look down to the ground, you shook your head, “No! I’m good, just super sweaty and gross, but I can do it!”

In response to your refusal, she huffed but nodded, sipping on her water as she watched you scaled the rope further. With a puff of air escaping you, your hands tightened their grip and moved one after the other quicker than before. Not with determination to complete the task at hand, but determination to have gym come to an end. However, the ferocity of your movements resulted in a major error. Entirely missing the rope. Clumsily trying to readjust your grip, your arms flailed and feet tightened around the rope, but it was useless. You didn’t plummet, no, not that dramatic. However, your hands skidded down the rope, sending you further and further down the rope, closer to the bottom. Closer to the mate that failed to cover the splintered wood of the worn oak floor until you landed on your knees back next to Kasumi. One knee on the mat, the other right atop a large piece of cracked, splintered wood which dug its way into your skin.

“Oh shit-“ Kasumi squealed, falling to the mat next to you in order to inspect your obvious, but not all that serious injuries. More than anything else, it felt like the irritating prick of a needle. The blood was what was to worry about, again, not much, not fatal despite what onlookers would think thanks to Kasumi acting like an ER nurse. When you straightened your leg, the jagged wood stuck out, indented into your knee, blood trickling from around the wound. Your hands felt worse, though. Rope burn. Just as you expected you’d get from merely looking at the rope earlier.

The students surrounding the near by circuits crowded around you, packed together like sardines, ogling like they were witnessing a car crash rather than someone who just fell a few feet in gym. You hissed in soft pain, more annoyed than anything, “Fuck- Stings.” You winced, shaking your hands in the hope that some cool-ish air would soothe the irritating tingling sensations. Kasumi, still panicked scrambled to her feet, “I’ll get Yaga!”

“Thank you.” You murmured softly, but she was already off. Leg tingling in a similar way to your palms, you rose to your feet, a few students telling you not to. The small amount of blood bled down your shin when you looked down to see the injury better. Honestly, it really didn’t seem that bad. You were more worried about the bruising that would come later— and the wood splinters pricking your skin too. That was also bad. Definitely not ideal.

“Go back to your circuits, she just fell. Nothing interesting to see.” Yaga bellowed from behind you, now notifying you of his presence. With the needless commotion, you aren’t sure how he didn’t notice earlier, but he was here now, at least. “You’re fine, right?” He placed a hand on your shoulder.

You gave a half shrug, “Yeah, I’m fine. I think there’s some wood in my leg but that’s it.” And at that, he looked confused, brows raised above the rim of the sunglasses he never took off. “Wood? In your leg?”

Whimpering, Kasumi nodded quickly, “Yeah, she landed on a floor board that had a bunch of sticky-out wood. The mats weren’t covering it!” The poor girl looked more panicked than you.

“God damn- Right, nurses office then.” He clapped down on your shoulder again before turning around, analysing the hall for a moment. Making a small ‘o’ with his lips, he whistled, loud and sharp. It was so loud you wondered why he even needed the one around his neck. Then, he clicked his fingers a few times whilst calling out for a boy, “Itadori!”

From the weights set up in the far left corner of the gym hall, a cotton candy pink head of hair perked up; messy tufts sticking out in all directions with a dark brown undercut. In a different looking gym uniform than your own, perhaps he was on an actual team of some sort, he jogged up to you and Yaga. “Yeah, coach?” He grinned, clearly happy to be of service despite nothing being asked of him yet.

“New girl here -“ Yaga didn’t know your name, lovely, “Fell, wood got in her knee. Take her to the nurses office, alright?”

Upon your injury being explain, Itadori’s eyes dropped to your knee. He hissed as if feeling the pain himself, “You’re fine to walk, right? ‘Cause that looks gnarly- I can see the wood!”

With lips pursed tight, you nodded. “Yeah, my hands hurt more anyway,” You flashed him your torn up palms. “Rope burn.”

“Ouch.” He scrunched his face up, but nodded, looking back to Yaga, “Yeah, I can take her.” With a warm smile, all sunshine and reassurance, he turned to you, nodding his head towards the cracked blue painted double doors of the gym. Returning his smile, although not as wide, you took a step forward, which really told you how bad your leg was. With a sharp cry, pain from the shifting splinters shot up through your leg, and no longer was it just a tiny, inconvenient tingling feeling. With quick reflexes, Itadori and Yaga both held you upright, a bit dramatic, but it was nice that they were worried. “Keep her from falling, Itadori.”

With a confident nod, Itadori held an arm out, looking at you with raised brows, “It’s okay if I touch you? Just to like, y’know, make sure you don’t fall or anything? You’re probably gonna limp a bit so- Yeah, I jus’ don’t wanna touch you and make you uncomfortable or anything.” He smiled, more awkward than before.

“I’ll definitely fall if I walk on my own.” You muttered, nodding your head ‘yes’, allowing him to loop an arm around your middle to keep you standing up.

He walked slowly, warm body pressed to yours in a kind gesture of ensuring you remain stable. “And straight back, Itadori. No long walks once you drop her off!”

Exiting with a mock salute to Yaga and a cheesy grin on his face, crinkling his doe brown eyes, Itadori ed you to the nurses office. From what you could tell, the multiple good-byes he got and the small talk he made with a few boys on the way out of the gym, Itadori was quite the popular boy. Most likely down to the fact he seemed to be on a sport’s team, but not only that, the infectiousness of his energy and spirit. Already, you felt a warmth radiating from him, an ability to welcome other’s unlike anyone else. How comfortable he felt around people, which in turn made them feel just as comfortable with him. His innate ability to make people feel like they had some sense of belonging.

“So, Yaga called you ‘new girl’, but I don’t think that’s your actual name, right?” He grinned, joking and light, nudging your hip with his like you had been friends for years.

Humming a small giggle, you smiled back, but still looking ahead, trying to familiarise yourself further with the school, “No, it’s Y/N. ‘New girl’ would be a pretty weird name.”

Mouthing your name, he made a satisfied noise. “Well, I’m Itadori Yuuji. You can call me either, I don’t mind.” He offered, all affability and with a seeming zest for life a boy like him always seemed to have. Just, happy. He was happy.

“Uh, thanks, by the way, for taking me.” You murmured, making a small hissing noise as you took a step that was just a little too long and confident, stretching the skin of your knee around the wound. “God-“ You choked, “S’like my leg’s being ran over by a semi-“

Concerned, he stopped, brows furrowed and wincing as he took another glance down to your knee, the trickling blood now dried and much darker than before, but the wood still very much there and sticking out at all angles. While it only looked to be less than an inch, and each piece thinner than a tooth pick, he imagined that didn’t make the feeling of splinters in one’s knee any better. “I thought it wasn’t that bad? N’ what about your hands?”

Bringing your hands to your face, you made a fist with both. Squeezing a little, as if to test how much you could grip before the stinging returned. The redness had calmed down quite quickly, but the peeling skin looked less than appealing. “My hands only hurt when I squeeze…” You blinked to him, shrugging. “N’ I think my leg only hurts because I’m walking. But it’s fine, should be fine when the nurse removes the wood.”

“Right, yeah.” He nods firmly, eyes narrowed with a new found sense of determination to get you to the nurse’s office as soon as possible. With the hand he kept on your back, respectfully high rather than low on the nape, he nudged you forward. Just a gentle reminder to keep walking. “You’re handling it better than I would. I’d probably be rolling all over the ground if I had wood in my knee.” He laughed.

“Trust me, I’m jus’ trying to act cool about it ‘cause I’m the new girl.” You huffed, ensuring to take smaller steps to avoid that shooting pain. At your comment, he cracked yet another smile, although this was smaller and friendlier in a way. Almost with a sense of familiarity, rather than wide and cheesy like before.

“Fair enough.” He quipped, tightening the arm around your middle, almost making you hover off of the ground, like he was afraid of you putting pressure on your leg. “We’re nearly there, anyway. Nurse’s office is literally like right beside the cafeteria, in case you ever gotta go again. Hopefully you don’t though.” He joked lightly.

“Yeah, hopefully.” You sighed softly.

And the short walk continued like that. Friendly chatter and those bad jokes you tell people you’ve just met when you haven’t quite figured out their exact sense of humour yet. Yuuji, as he said you could call him, filled the quick walk with eager commentary and talk about the school, and himself. Just as you thought, he was on a sport’s team. Track, although he said he would have much preferred baseball, but the track coach didn’t give him much of a choice. Apparently, Yuuji was just that good. He seemed so interested in everything you had to say, despite not saying much. Always leaning closer when he didn’t hear you quite right, almost afraid to miss a single word, following up with polite, curious questions, and laughing at your silly, not-really-that-funny observations about the run down state of certain parts of the school.

He had you stop in front of a dark wooden door, a small fogged, glass window with wire hatching and a white, ageing plaque that said ‘Nurse’s Office and Infirmary’. His strong arm tentatively released you, and he watched you balancing yourself on your good leg before turning to knock on the door. No more than a few seconds later, the rasped, yet nearly alluring voice of a woman called out a dulcet, “Come on in!”

Yuuji twisted the door knob, poking his head in, and he waved, “Hey, Ms. Ieiri!” He grinned.

“Itadori,” She drawled out with mock exasperation. “Run into a door again?” The nurse, a woman who appeared to be in her late twenties, raised a thin, arched brow. Long, brown hair and a sharply carved face with sullen eyes surrounded by dark bags which oddly added to the vampiric beauty she had been so kindly blessed with by mother nature and simple genetics.

Yuuji looked a little offended. “I haven’t ran into doors that much!.. Have I?” He muttered the last part, nose cutely scrunched up before he shook his head, remembering the task at hand. “Nono, not me, she fell. In gym. Her knee is like, super busted.” He told her.

“I wouldn’t say it’s busted.” You snorted, holding out your hands once you had managed to pathetically hobble in after Yuuji, him holding the door open for you. “There’s wood in the cut though, and I think I have some rope burn too.”You offered more information atop of Yuuji’s vague explanation.

“Right, well thank you for bringing her.” She hummed to Yuuji, rising from her desk with hands in her pockets. “But you can head back to class now.”

“Oh, yeah-“ He gaped, as if he had forgotten he still had another thirty minutes of gym left. Snapping his fingers, he pointed to you with a dopey, lopsided smile, “I’ll tell Yaga you’re still alive. It was good to meet you, Y/N.”

As Ms. Ieiri pulled her chair beside the medical bed, propping your leg in her lap for inspection, you returned his smile, “You too, Yuuji. Thank’s again.” With a rope-burnt hand, you gave him a small wave. You liked him. A lot. Maybe not quite yet a friend, but he was definitely now a friendly face you could say ‘good morning’ to.

Once the door had shut and Yuuji had left, Ms. Ierei worked away, mainly in silence. Thin brows furrowed and lips pursed whilst she plucked out the splintered wood from your knee, the odd time apologising if it resulted in a wince or hiss. Your fingers tapped against the edge of the bed in less than patient anticipation to just have your knee bandaged and even just slightly less painful. With the monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall, and the low buzz of the old radio Ms. Ierei had, boringly reciting the news which you had already heard that same morning, you tried desperately to hold back yawns and sighs; failing multiple times. “Not liking the school?” Ms. Ieiri droned, a small smiled curled up on her face, sly and cheeky.

Head whipping forward, now painting full attention, you bashfully smiled back, politely laughing, “Oh, uh… no, it’s fine.” Your voice was quiet.

Humming in response, she tilted her chin up in place of a half-hearted nod. “I suppose it is.” And after that, it was silence again. The comfort Ms. Ieiri offered as a nurse was more quiet. Not uncomfortable, rather the opposite. She didn’t force conversation, opting to get her work done in silent, clinical focus instead. She seemed far more deserving than just being a school nurse. Not that being a school nurse wasn’t an honourable profession, because it was, of course, but she seemed capable of much more. It made you think perhaps there’s something more, maybe even someone, keeping her here.

Soon enough, the wood had been removed, discarded into a medical waste bin with the elegant flick of the nurse’s wrist. Leaning over to a small, silver tray she had prepped, she waved a bottle of antiseptic to you, tapping on it with a finger with chewed nails. Anxious.

“It shouldn’t sting much.” She murmured, pouring a clear, pungent liquid onto a small cotton bud held between sleek medical tweezers. Telling you to hold your breath, or not if you didn’t want to, she didn’t care how you chose to prepare yourself, she then gently pressed the damp bud to your knee. White cotton stained with the light red remnants of blood from the jagged cut across your kneecap. She had used about three cotton buds, the last one with just water soaking it, to rid your skin of any excess blood before moving to protect the wound with gauze and bandages. Slowly wrapping the white, breathable fabric, almost linen feeling, around your leg before patting the side of your knee, allowing you to drop the limb from her lap.

Brushing fallen strands from her face, she rolled her chair back a few inches, “And your hands?” She held her own out to inspect yours. You opened your closed palms, grimacing at the cool air invading the small, but very much open and bleeding, cuts. “Hm.”

“They aren’t too bad… It just hurts when I like,” You made a fist again, “do that.”

She nodded again, a woman of few words it seemed. Rising from her chair, moving to rummage through multiple drawers, as if she had forgotten where she stored her equipment, she returned with more gauze, and an antiseptic ointment. A small, slightly crumpled tube from excessive use. “There isn’t much I can do since it’s been a while since it happened,” She began softly, gently rubbing the ointment into your palms, “But if it gets painful again, you can remove the bandages and run it under some cool water, okay?”

“Okay.” You repeated, blinking down to your hands as she began wrapping them with gauze, just as she had done with your knee.

She smoothed out the gaze, tightening it just enough. Ensuring it wasn’t too tight that it would rub and irritate the burn, but not loose enough to the point it would slip off. “And that’s you.” She offered a kind smile, placing some extra gauze in your hand, as well as the tube of ointment. “Change them tomorrow, or after using cool water if you do.”

Repeating her instructions in your head, you gave her a firm, singular nod in understanding as you hopped off the bed, most of your weight on your uninjured leg. “Thank you, Ms. Ieiri.”

Hand on your shoulder, she walked you to the door, “No problem. Come back if you need anything else.”

With another polite smile, a silent thanks, you walk through the halls once again. Thankfully remembering where the girl’s locker rooms are. For a moment, you leant against a wall, fishing for your phone you kept tucked inside the waist band of short shorts during, too cautious to simply leave it in your back in the changing rooms. Forty-nine minutes past noon, it read, only eleven minutes until lunch, so really, there wasn’t a point in returning to gym; not that you could participate much right now anyway. “Better just get changed then.” You breathed out, light and airy as you pushed yourself off of the painted brick wall and turned the corner, the door to the changing rooms in your direct line of sight.

Lazily, you slumped against your locker the moment you entered, turning the dial and opening the door with a metallic clink. Once striped, dragging your shorts gently down your legs and shirt slowly above your head as to not strain your hands, you threw your uniform in a ball to the back of your locker. No care in your mind to think of the future wrinkles you’d have to deal with. Your school skirt and blouse were slipped on and buttoned with haste, same for your knee highs and slip ons.

“Deodorant, deodorant-“ You murmured with furrowed brows, tongue poking your inner cheek as you rifled around your mess of a locker for your small hygiene pouch. God knows how your locker got so disorganised after only having gym twice since joining Tokyo Tech. The soft cotton of your pouch grazed your finger tips when you found it underneath your haphazardly strewn gym shoes inside your locked.

Now, with deodorant and perfume reapplied, feeling much more fresher than before, you slung your bag over your shoulder and with a nice amount of time on your hands, you were gifted with the opportunity to find a decent spot in the library for lunch.

In spite of being just as old as the main elements of the school, notably the office, main block with all the core departments such as mathematics and languages, and cafeteria, the library was well kept. Mostly by a quiet, yet committed librarian. Mr. Geto, but seeing as he wasn’t a teacher, you had found most people simply called him Suguru. Books meticulously organised by genre, then ordered alphabetically by author. You had found Suguru muttering under his breath numerous times within your week at the school angrily slotting a misplaced book back in its designated place.

Tucked in a nice, quiet corner, next to a window at an oak desk with four cushioned, worn chairs, you pulled your lunch bento from your bag. Just an egg omelette for today, made in haste by your running-late-for-work, frazzled mother.

Tucking into your omelette, lightly seasoned and soft with the precise amount of crisp your mother learned you loved, you hummed quietly as you pulled your chosen book of that week from your bag. Rebecca by Daphne Du Maurier, an enticing gothic recommended by Suguru himself on the first day he had met you, and so far, you trusted his recommendations with your life. Although, the quiet, perfect for reading atmosphere was quickly torn by the ringing of the clear, resonant school bell, higher in pitch than what you thought was necessary. Soon followed the bustling cacophony of students hollering and chatting, some boisterous boys being far louder than other’s.

The library was soon infiltrated by some of said noise, although much to your dismay, Suguru was surprisingly lenient about noise at lunch as he knew students tended to eat in the library. But still, you read, just at a much slower, distracted pace.

Although, your peaceful reading was completely ruined by the scraping of a chair, directly across from you. Ceasing your munching and simultaneous reading, you looked up to see an unfortunately odd looking boy. Grey hair in a loose ponytail, and for some reason a patch work pattern across his pale skin, but the main feature was his smile. Almost wider than that Yuuji boy’s, but nowhere near as bright, and rather than inviting warmth there was a creepiness to it. His uniform was sloppy, a stain on his white shirt, tie loose and shirt untucked.

“Hi, there,” He drawled, cocking his head as his eyes fluttered shut with his only growing cheshire grin. “Mind if I sit here? There’s no more seats.”

You pondered for a moment, not quite taking to him well, but who were you to judge a book by its cover? Plus, you could use an extra acquaintance, and perhaps even a future friend. “Oh, sure.” You replied with a smile of your own, hiding your apprehensiveness with civility.

“Wonderful! Thanks a bunch!” He replied, too chipper to be natural. Once sat, pulling his chair close and leaning forward, chin perched on interlocked hands, he continued, “You’re new, aren’t you? I can tell, you have that look about you.”

What an odd way to speak to someone you’ve just met, but still, you responded. “Yeah, been here for only about a week now.”

Then, he pouted. Bottom lip jutted out far and his eyebrows bunched together in some kind of mocking pity, “Oh dear. And no friends yet? You’re sitting all alone.” The empathy, whilst seemingly present, was entirely false. As if he had planned it; noticed the new girl and took it upon himself to swoop in. Once again, his head cocked to the side, as he blinked slow and expectant.

Shutting the lid over your simple black bento box, covered in stickers from all shorts of shows and bands, you paused, hesitantly smiling. God, why did you feel the need to be polite to people all the time? “Not really,” A lie, you didn’t have friends yet, “I just prefer reading at lunch, that’s all.”

Smacking his lips, a loud, obnoxious sound, he made a small hum of acknowledgment, but he didn’t sound convinced. The noise almost said ‘Yeah, sure. Totally believe you’.

“Well, I can sit with you. Every lunch.” He said, like it was already decided upon and not a friendly offer. “I sit alone too. It’d be nice to have company, don’t you think?” He nearly sang.

Despite internally screaming and rejecting his offer, for some reason you laughed like it was funny. You and your fucking people pleasing tendencies. The laugh was broken up and unsure sounding, and your eyes flickered to every object within your vicinity barring him, “No, no, really, it’s okay.”

“Ohhhh, but I insist!” He leant closer across the table, like you were on some kind of odd date only one of you agreed to. Frankly, you felt like you were being held hostage between this weirdo and your own inability to overtly reject people. “I really want to sit with you.”

Before you could reply, he continued, “You seem interesting, a unique soul,” Okay, what was this kid talking about? “And I’m here everyday. I’d see you anyways, right?” And with that, you couldn’t argue. After this interaction, with his apparent incapability to take ‘no’ for an answer, he’d surely approach you more.

You really needed to muster the courage to tell this guy a straight ‘no’. Not only was being around him insufferable and uncomfortable, without trying to sound too rude, being his ‘friend’ seemed like a form of social suicide. Whilst you hadn’t heard any unpleasant words about him from other students, no gossip or rumours, the fact he was a seemingly long time student at Tokyo Tech, and still lacked a solid friendship group just didn’t bode well. “Really, I’m good. I just prefer to read at lunch. Alone.” You emphasised, hoping he’d get the hint.

Oh, he didn’t like that. Not the ‘Leave me alone’, exhausted and irritated tone, not the polite smile dropping from your face, nothing about it did he like. His face went slightly deadpan, but not entirely, one brow was just about raised. Testing. “But I want to. I’m being nice, y’know?”

“Look, I don’t know you,” You huffed, pursing your lips and shoving all your lunch essentials into your bag which was slung on the back of your chair; bento thrown in so harshly your omelette is probably actually just scrambled now, and the pages of your book are most likely a little bent. You’d have to apologise to Suguru for that. You stood up fast, posture fully straight like you had just been called to attention by a military sergeant. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ve said no like three times.”

“But-“ You didn’t even attempt to hear him out, as the moment you finished your own sentence, you were practically marching— no, running— away from him, beelining for the Library’s exit. Patchface. Weirdo guy with a stupid ponytail and funny smell. Guy that was clearly the school’s creep. You didn’t know his name, and you didn’t want to nor did you have to.

You should probably take Kugisaki up on that offer to sit with her at lunch next week.

my first long, multi-part fic!!! i hope it’s good😭

this took me so long to write because i constantly second guess my longer works, so future parts might take a while to come out :(

this won’t be super super long! and after this is finished i’ll release smaller, stand alone blurbs about my track!yuuji too :) but anyway, i hope you guys like!!!

[faerienaane]

The level of wishing he was real😩🤤

I have nothing appropriate to say

[faerienaane]

The anxiety this is giving me 😩😭 so wonderful

DOWN THE HALL — R. ZORO

𖤐 so pretty, i’m going insane

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EXTRAS!

𖤐 zoro saw that tweet and his heart dropped to his ASS

𖤐 luffy will deal w all your bad group project partnerns dw dw! he may not understand the project but he will make sure that your partner gets their shit done on TIME

𖤐 sanji hits on lesbians (accidentally) too often, he has lost all embarrasment

pairing — roronoa zoro x fem! reader

synopsis — when your cat suddenly disappears from your apartment, you go crazy trying to find him. only to find your beloved cat, kuro, in the arms of your hot neighbor, roronoa zoro. trying to get your cat and the heart of your neighbor proves to be a difficult mission to say the least. genre/tags — social media!au, neighbor!zoro, modern!au, crack, fluff! not much angst tbh.

[faerienaane]

This is just to adorable I can’t 🥹🥹🥰

hey, happy 300! for the event, how about luck voltia + C7. “You want to know why I kissed you? Because you’re special to me.”?

Hello hello there Anon! Thank you for the request! Sorry for the wait but here it is now~!

Summary: Luck kissed you during a game of Truth or Dare. And though it was a dare, a happy little truth comes out of it. Genre: romance, fluff Word count: ~750

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“Truth or dare?” Magna asked while pointing to Luck.

“Oh dare!”

“Shoulda guessed… Okay then! I dare you to…” Magna looked around the circle of people gathered for the, admittedly childish, game that you and the other Bulls were playing. “Kiss someone in this circle. Doesn’t matter wh—”

Without Magna even finishing, Luck turned to you, sitting directly to his right, and grinned in his usual manner.

“You’re going to be the one I kiss, okay?” It sounded more like a statement than a question.

…..

You frowned at the memory of a fleeting peck on the lips that you’d likely never experience again.

It wasn’t that you disliked Luck that made the moment unpleasant. In fact, it was your affection for him that made the memory unbearable because… He probably only kissed you out of convenience. And he’d never kiss you again.

You grabbed your pillow and shoved it onto your face.

“Aaaauuugggh! Stupid!” you screamed into the pillow and writhed on your mattress. “Why’d it have to be someone as oblivious and romance blind as—! Ugh!”

You let yourself fall limp. What was the point of complaining about it? It was done. The sooner you stopped thinking about it—

“Heeeey! I heard suffo—”

“Gyaaaaaah!” On instinct, you shot up and threw your pillow at the intruder.

Before the projectile could hit its target, a hand donned in lightning armor caught the pillow and crushed it. Downy feathers exploded into the air and fell like snow around the room.

“Oh good, you aren’t dead!” Luck exclaimed with a grin.

“Loo-La-Luck?! Why are you here?!” you sputtered and scrambled to your feet.

“Like I said, I thought I heard you being suffocated,” Luck answered point blank. “Can’t let you die after all.”

Your heart twisted. His tone was so carefree but the implication of him being worried for you…

No! He’s just worried about a friend. A co-worker! Nothing more! You crossed your arms and smiled at him. “Well thanks for worrying. I suppose you’re off to bother Magna now that you know I’m alive?”

“Can’t; he left for a mission an hour ago.”

At this, you raised a brow. The only rooms near yours were Magna and Nero’s. And Luck never had much reason to talk to Nero. Which meant…

“I actually wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Huh?!” You felt your body lock up. Oh gosh, I’m blushing! Please don’t notice!  “Y-yeah?” I swear, if it’s about—

“So yesterday, during the game I mean.” Luck closed the distance between you two and put his hands on your shoulders. With him so close, every feature of his seemed more handsome. “When I kissed you, you didn’t really kiss back.”

“Uh… Well… I mean, the dare was for you, not me…” Your tongue felt like lead. Static buzzed in your mind, paralyzing you. Why couldn’t he have waited a week or something?! I’m still processing this! “Why did you even kiss me at all?”

Luck’s eyes locked with yours. He stared at you, into you, for a moment, his eyes wide like he was searching.

“Because it was you!” Maybe it was a trick of the light but Luck’s face seemed… pinker.

“… Huh? Wha…?”

“I guess it wasn’t obvious…” Luck squeezed your shoulders and leaned in. The blush on Luck’s face was very obvious at that point. “You want to know why I kissed you? Because you’re special to me.”

“S-so you’re saying…” The heat in your face spread to the rest of your body. The sound of your beating—no, hammering—heart made you dizzy. “You like me too…?”

“Yeah I like you too!” Then Luck blinked, eyes going wide, as if realizing what had just been said. “‘Too.’ You like me ‘too.’” You mutely nodded. “That’s… That's great!” Luck did a jump, still gripping your shoulders, and when he landed he stayed on his tiptoes to stay closer to eye level with you. “So it was alright to kiss you? Does that mean we can kiss again? Does that mean we’re dating?!”

Luck’s smile was wider and his joy was brighter than when he was on a battlefield. And his exuberance was infectious. Laughter bubbled in your throat as you took his hands off your shoulders to hold.

“Yes! To all of those!” To push the point even further, you leaned down and kissed Luck’s cheek.

To your joy, and to Luck’s as well, that first kiss wasn’t the last. Only the beginning to many more.

[faerienaane]

😍😍

DOWN THE HALL — R. ZORO

𖤐 so… dindin?

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EXTRAS!

𖤐 luffy demanded zoro bring him leftovers from his lil date-not-date

𖤐 chopper is sick of organic chemistry, if he sees the words ketone again he will be eating his homework. #fuckchemistryallmyhomieshatechemistry

𖤐 before the date-not-date i assure you reader changed their outfit like five times before they settled on the final one

𖤐 food was mid (bowls were scraped clean, not a single crumb in sight)

pairing — roronoa zoro x fem! reader

synopsis — when your cat suddenly disappears from your apartment, you go crazy trying to find him. only to find your beloved cat, kuro, in the arms of your hot neighbor, roronoa zoro. trying to get your cat and the heart of your neighbor proves to be a difficult mission to say the least. genre/tags — social media!au, neighbor!zoro, modern!au, crack, fluff! not much angst tbh.

[faerienaane]

Time to learn some patience cuz this is gold😍😍😍

♡ THROUGH IT ALL

PAIRING: bassist!portgas d ace x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: being dragged to a concert when a band you have never heard of is performing may sound boring, but what if there’s a cute bassist there that’s got all eyes on him while his eyes are only on you?

GENRE: smau, fluff, angst, hurt to comfort, strangers to lovers, modern au

AUTHOR’S NOTE: help i’m back with another smau we’ll see how this goes, i hope you’ll like it!!!

TAG LIST: open, reply under this post to join

playlist

y/n’s besties | wildflowers

01 - the concert

02 - no one can be bts

03 - oh wow

04 - bitch i can’t fucking see

05 - photoshop???

06 -

07 -

08 -

09 -

10 -

tba

[faerienaane]

😍😍😍😍

Smoke and Fire

sabo x fem!reader (+ sanji x fem!reader)

sabo keeps avoiding his feelings, but what happens when he sees you with another man?

words count: 3.2k

tags: jealous sabo, during time-skip, angst with fluff, sanji flirting, hidden feelings, emotional tension

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The mission is simple.

Drop off a message to an allied contact. Rest. Leave.

You've never been there so you don’t expect the island to be... this.

“What the hell…” you mumble, blinking at the huge heart-shaped flowers and men in dresses sprinting around with makeup kits and high heels.

Sabo’s eyes narrow behind his goggles “This is Momoiro Island. Ivankov’s old base.”

“Oh,” you say “Explains the fashion.”

A pink-haired man runs up to you “Revolutionaries?” he asks cheerfully.

You and Sabo nod.

“You just missed the princess!”

“...Princess?” you repeat.

“Our guest! Handsome, blond, always cooking, always crying!”

Sabo raises an eyebrow “We weren’t told anyone else was here.”

The man laughs “Oh, he’s not with the army! He crash-landed here months ago. Poor thing’s heartbroken, but my, does he know how to use a frying pan~!”

You glance at Sabo “Should we meet him?”

“We’ll rest first” he says, almost too quickly.

The rooms they give you are small but cozy. Yours smells like lavender. You toss your bag onto the bed, then lean on the windowsill. Outside, Sabo talks with one of the locals.

You watch him.

Strong. Calm. Always a little distant.

You’ve been traveling with him for months, but he never lets you get too close. You wish he would.

He glances up and catches you looking.

You wave.

He waves back, but turns away fast.

The next morning, someone knocks on your door.

You open it, and there’s a man with blond hair, a thin cigarette, and the longest eyelashes you’ve ever seen.

“Pardon me, mademoiselle,” he says, voice like silk “I heard there was a beautiful stranger staying in this wing. I had to see for myself.”

You blink “Uh… Your nose is...”

“My name is Sanji,” he adds with a little bow “Can I interest you in breakfast?”

You smile, unsure “Do I know you?”

“Not yet,” he says, grinning “But I’m hoping that will change.”

Before you can answer, a firm voice cuts in “She already ate.”

You turn.

Sabo is standing in the hallway, arms crossed, gaze cold.

Sanji raises an eyebrow “Oh? And who might you be?”

Sabo walks up slowly “Her partner.”

Sanji grins wider “Lucky man.”

Sabo doesn’t smile.

You cough “Um. Sanji, right? You’re the guest here?”

“At your service, angel.”

Sabo steps slightly between you and Sanji “She’s busy.”

“I was just—”

“I said she’s busy.”

Sanji looks from you to Sabo, then smiles politely “Understood. Another time, perhaps.”

He bows again and walks away, hands in his pockets.

You stare at Sabo “That was… intense.”

He shrugs.

“You okay?”

He doesn’t answer.

“Sabo.”

“I don’t like the way he looked at you.”

Your heart skips “Why?”

His voice is quiet “Because he saw you before I was ready.”

You blink “…What do you mean, before you were ready?”

Sabo looks away.

The silence is awkward. Heavy. You're not used to this from him. Usually he’s composed. Sharp. In control. But right now, he looks... cornered.

“Sabo?”

He exhales slowly, then changes the subject, fast.

“The ship’s got a leak.”

You frown “What?”

“Engine room. Nothing major, but we’ll have to stay here a few more days while I fix it.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I already talked to the dock crew. They’ll give me parts.”

“Sabo.”

He ignores you “Until then, try not to wander too far, alright?”

You cross your arms “Why are you avoiding the question?”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“No, I’m—” he cuts himself off, jaw clenched “It’s nothing.”

You step closer “Sabo.”

He looks down at you, face unreadable “Let it go.”

Your chest tightens “Why can’t you just talk to me? You're always like this.”

He hesitates.

Then, quietly, he says, “Because I don’t want to say something I can’t take back.”

And then he turns and walks away.

You spend the next hour pacing in your room.

What was that supposed to mean?

Since when does Sabo... who always knows the right words, the right move... get flustered like that? Why would he not be “ready” for someone to see you? What was he going to say?

And why does your heart keep racing when you replay the way he stood in front of you?

Like he was protecting something that already belonged to him.

You finally step out, needing fresh air, only to nearly bump right into someone.

“Oh! My goddess!” Sanji clasps his hands like he’s praying “Fate has brought us together again!”

You stare “Are you always like this?”

“Only when inspiration strikes” he says, and offers you a rose that definitely wasn’t in his hands two seconds ago “Would you allow me the honor of showing you the garden?”

You hesitate.

Then you glance down the hall... no Sabo.

“…Sure.”

Maybe some flowers will clear your head.

Meanwhile, from the top of the hill behind the garden, Sabo stands with arms crossed, staring down.

He watches Sanji lead you through the path of tulips, hand occasionally brushing yours, smile wide.

You’re laughing.

Not like you do with Sabo. No teasing. No guarded glances.

You’re actually relaxed. Glowing.

He should feel happy you're enjoying yourself. Instead, he feels like someone lit a fire in his chest... and it burns like hell.

The garden is beautiful, even more with the sunset light turning the sky soft orange. You’re laughing at something Sanji says... he’s dramatic, but kind, and you admit: he’s easy to talk to. He treats you like you’re the center of the world.

You’re not used to that.

He suddenly turns serious “Would you let me cook for you tonight?”

You blink “What?”

“Dinner. Just us. I’ll prepare something special. A private meal, from my heart to your plate.”

You hesitate “Sanji, I—I don’t want to lead you on…”

He smiles gently “You’re not. I know your heart isn’t mine. But I’d still like to make you feel… seen. You're not staying here much more, so let me help you.”

Your lips part slightly.

It’s not that you’re not thinking about Sabo. You are, constantly. But Sabo never says how he feels. He pulls away. He hides behind orders, missions, excuses. Maybe dinner will distract you. Maybe it’ll help clear your head.

“…Okay,” you say softly “Dinner sounds nice.”

Later, the main dining hall is loud with laughter and clinking glasses. Revolutionaries from every part of the island are eating together, the smell of food heavy in the air.

Sabo walks in, scanning the room.

You’re not here.

He sits next to Ivankov “Hey. Have you seen—”

Ivankov grins “Oh, sweet cheeks? She’s having a private dinner with that Sanji fellow.”

Sabo’s expression freezes “What?”

“You didn’t know?” Iva leans closer, voice teasing “He invited her earlier. Said it was just the two of them. Very romantic~”

Sabo’s grip tightens on his glass.

Someone across the table adds, “I passed her on the way, she looked amazing. Like, wow. Dressed up and everything.”

Another person laughs “Didn’t know she had clothes like that. She cleaned up good.”

Sabo doesn’t hear the rest.

His mind is stuck on just the two of them.

And she dressed up.

You never dress up for him.

Then again... he never gives you a reason to.

He stands up suddenly.

Ivankov blinks “Not staying?”

“I lost my appetite.”

He walks out, fast.

No plan. No words. Just a quiet storm building in his chest.

The table is set under the stars.

Lanterns float in the trees, casting warm yellow light. There’s a small bottle of wine, fresh flowers, and two plates that smell so good your stomach actually growls.

Sanji pulls out a chair for you like a perfect gentleman “For you, mademoiselle.”

You sit, smoothing your dress, a simple thing you found buried in your travel bag. You didn’t even remember packing it. But after looking in the mirror... you needed to feel like someone else tonight. Someone not tired. Not confused. Not constantly waiting for a certain blonde revolutionary to stop avoiding her.

Sanji pours you a glass “To good company.”

You raise your glass “To good food.”

You both sip, and for a while, you eat in silence. The pasta is soft and rich with cream. The vegetables are grilled perfectly. You try to focus on the flavors. On the warmth. On Sanji’s voice when he tells you stories about the wild people on this island.

But Sabo keeps creeping into your thoughts.

His silence.

His half-finished sentences.

His sharp looks at Sanji.

You chew slower.

You’re not sure when it happens, but your fork stops halfway to your mouth.

Sanji notices “Something wrong?”

You put the fork down “No. I mean... yes. I don’t know.”

He tilts his head, serious now.

You sigh “This was supposed to be a distraction.”

He doesn’t answer, just waits.

“I thought dressing up and eating with someone charming would help me stop thinking about him.”

Sanji’s voice is soft “Sabo?”

You nod slowly.

“I don’t get him,” you admit “One minute he looks at me like I’m the most important thing in the world. The next, he acts like I’m just another soldier.”

“Sounds like a man afraid of his own feelings” Sanji says gently.

“I’ve tried to be patient. I get that he’s busy. That we’re at war. But I’m always the one reaching out. Always waiting. Always guessing.”

Your voice gets quieter “And I’m tired of feeling like I care more than he does.”

Sanji leans forward “You want him to fight for you.”

You swallow “I just want to matter. Out loud. Not in silence. Not in hints. Not in things he doesn’t say.”

For a moment, there’s only the sound of wind in the trees.

Then Sanji says, “You do matter. Anyone with eyes can see that.”

Your throat tightens “Thanks.”

He smiles gently “You’re incredible. And if he doesn’t tell you that soon…”

He pauses “…he’s going to lose something he won’t be able to replace.”

You look at your wine glass, eyes stinging.

You don’t know what to say.

So Sanji just refills your glass, and starts talking about spices and the sea, until your heart feels a little lighter.

Later on - Sanji’s stories only get more ridiculous as the night goes on.

“—so then I’m running through the kitchen, completely on fire, and Zeff is just watching me like, ‘This idiot deserves it’.”

You burst out laughing, nearly choking on your wine “You’re kidding!”

“Swear on my spices. I smelled like smoked fish for days.”

You lean on the table, grinning hard “You were such a mess.”

He places a hand dramatically over his heart “A charming, well-dressed mess, thank you very much.”

You’re still laughing when a soft sound catches your ear, footsteps.

You glance over your shoulder.

Sabo stands a few feet away, just… staring.

His expression is unreadable, but his eyes are locked on you. Not Sanji. You.

You straighten in your chair “Sabo...”

He doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move.

Sanji follows your gaze and stands up smoothly “Hey,” he says casually “Join us?”

“No” Sabo says flatly.

You blink “Sabo?”

He steps forward now, voice low, tight “You’re really having fun, huh?”

The tone makes your chest tighten “I—yeah. Sanji was—he made dinner. I just—”

“You dressed up.”

That hits harder than it should.

“Why does that matter?” you ask quietly.

He doesn’t answer right away. Just stares at you like he’s trying to find the words he’s been choking on for weeks.

Sanji clears his throat “Maybe I should—”

“Stay,” Sabo cuts in “You’ve already seen enough.”

Sanji raises an eyebrow but doesn’t argue. He leans back against the wall, arms crossed, watching.

Sabo looks at you again “I thought I had time.”

Your heart beats faster “Time for what?”

“To tell you how I feel.”

Silence falls between you.

You stand slowly “Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I’m not like him,” he says, jerking his chin at Sanji “I don’t know how to be soft. Or charming. Or say the right things. But watching you out here, laughing with someone else like that—”

His voice breaks a little.

“I hated it.”

You don’t speak.

“I hated that I wasn’t the one making you smile like that.”

Now you do.

“Then why did you keep pushing me away?”

Sabo steps closer “Because if I let myself fall, I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop.”

He’s right in front of you now.

And you can feel the heat coming off him, more than fire.

“I don’t want to keep pretending I don’t feel anything,” he says, voice low, rough, vulnerable “Because I do. I always have.”

Your breath catches.

He reaches for your hand, finally “I’m sorry it took someone else for me to admit it.”

Behind you, Sanji sighs quiet, like a gentleman who knows when the spotlight isn’t his.

He turns to leave “She deserved to hear it. Finally.”

And he disappears into the night.

Tears hit your eyes before you can stop them.

“You’re an idiot” you whisper.

Sabo flinches, but doesn’t move.

You step forward and punch his arm. Not hard, but enough to make a sound.

“You idiot!”

Another punch. He doesn’t stop you.

“You absolute, emotionally-stunted dumbass! I thought I was crazy!”

Punch. Punch.

“I thought I was making it all up in my head! Every time you looked at me like I mattered, every time you said something sweet and then pulled away, I thought I was imagining it!”

Sabo looks like he’s been stabbed, but he lets you keep going.

You hit his chest with both hands now, frustrated tears running down your cheeks.

“I waited so long! I kept hoping, and hoping, and you never said anything! You just acted like nothing was happening while I... while I was falling in love with you, you idiot!”

Your voice cracks on that last word.

And then you just drop dramatically, right onto your knees, wiping your eyes with both hands, sniffling like a mess. “Ughhh I think I drank too much” you wail into your palms.

Sabo blinks, stunned.

Then he rushes over “Hey—hey, come here—”

You swat at him half-heartedly “Don’t touch me! No—wait—okay yes, touch me, help me up, I’m dizzy.”

He gently pulls you to your feet. You stumble into his chest and grab the front of his shirt like a lifeline.

“You made me crazy,” you sniff “I literally dressed up for another man just to forget you.”

“I noticed.”

“You’re so STUPID.”

“I know.”

“And handsome.”

He makes a choked laugh “That too.”

He steadies you with one arm around your waist, the other carefully holding your wrist “Can you walk?”

“No. I’m too emotional.” You throw your head back dramatically.

He actually laughs this time, soft and helpless “Okay, drama queen. Let’s get you back.”

He walks you slowly through the halls, his pace patient, arm never leaving you.

Your head leans against his shoulder. You speak again, softer now.

“I really do love you, you know.”

His steps falter, just a second.

“I tried not to. I tried to be cool. Like, maybe I could just move on or pretend I didn’t feel it. But... it was always you.”

Sabo swallows “I don’t deserve that.”

You stop walking and look up at him, red eyes shining “You don’t get to decide that.”

He looks at you like he’s seeing the sun for the first time.

Then he says quietly, “Okay.”

And keeps holding you, like he’s never letting go.

The walk to your room is slow and quiet.

Your steps are wobbly. Your thoughts are loud.

Sabo keeps holding you like you’re something fragile. Like you might shatter again.

He opens the door to your room and helps you sit on the bed, gently pulling off your shoes like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Like he’s done it a hundred times in his head.

You stare at him.

“I’m not drunk” you say suddenly, even though that’s a lie and both of you know it.

“You said you drank too much like ten minutes ago” he says with a small laugh.

You smile lazily “Liar.”

He leans down to pull the blanket over you.

And that’s when you move, reaching up with both arms, eyes heavy, lips parting...

“Wait!” he says quickly, hand flying up to block your face “Hold it.”

You freeze, lips a breath away from his fingers.

You blink at him.

“Are you serious right now?” you whisper.

Sabo grins, but there’s a flush in his cheeks.

He gently presses his hand to your forehead like he’s checking your temperature “Let’s keep that for when you’re not tipsy.”

You pout. Full lips, big eyes, dramatic sigh “That’s mean.”

“You’ll thank me tomorrow.”

“I doubt it.”

“You’re pouting like a child.”

You blink slowly. Then nod.

“…Okay,” you mumble, smiling anyway, eyes still wet but shining “But you better not forget.”

He stands there for a second, just watching you melt into the blanket.

“I won’t” he says quietly.

You hum, eyes fluttering closed “Promise?”

“I promise.”

He turns to leave.

“Wait.”

He pauses at the door.

“…Will you stay? Just for a minute?”

He nods without a word and sits in the chair beside your bed.

You fall asleep with his hand resting gently over yours, and for the first time in what feels like forever, everything feels okay.

You wake up slowly.

Your mouth’s dry. Your head’s a little heavy. But you remember everything.

The dinner.

The tears.

Sabo’s voice telling you the things you waited so long to hear.

You sit up. There’s a folded note on your nightstand in careful handwriting:

Went to get you water. Don’t move. –S

You snort and stay right where you are.

A few minutes later, the door opens and he steps in quietly, holding a glass in one hand and a small plate of toast in the other.

His eyes meet yours.

“…You remember everyting?” he asks softly.

You nod “All of it.”

He sets the things down on the nightstand “You look less like you’re going to punch me today.”

You smirk “I still might.”

A pause.

Then, you look at him seriously “Thank you. For last night. For not… taking advantage."

He looks almost offended “I would never.”

“I know,” you say gently “That’s why it meant so much.”

Another pause.

You take the water, sip it. Then look up at him.

“Still keeping that kiss for when I’m 100% sober?” you ask, tilting your head.

He stares for a second.

Then moves slowly toward the bed.

You shift, knees bent under the blanket as he stops right in front of you.

“I’m still kind of scared” he admits.

“Of what?”

“That if I do this… I won’t be able to stop. I won’t want to.”

You smile “Maybe I don’t want you to stop.”

He exhales, heart in his throat.

Then he leans in, slowly, like giving you a hundred chances to pull away.

You don’t.

When his lips finally touch yours, it’s soft. Careful. Not rushed.

It’s not perfect, he’s nervous, and so are you, but it’s real. It’s warm. His hand comes up to cup your cheek and you lean into it like it’s the only thing holding you together.

You kiss him again, this time slower, longer.

When you pull back, your foreheads rest together.

“Still scared?” you whisper.

“Yeah,” he says, breathless “But it’s better than pretending I don’t feel anything.”

You grin and pull him back in.

[faerienaane]

🥹🥹 my heart can’t take this 😭🥰🥰🥰

One Night of Peace

Roronoa Zoro x Female Reader

Setting: Post-Wano Banquet

The music was loud. Laughter even louder.

You stood on the edge of the chaos, arms folded gently across your chest as the firelight flickered over the battlefield of empty sake cups and half-eaten platters. Another celebration. Another victory.

But this one felt different.

Wano wasn’t just another chapter in their journey—it had carved itself into the soul of everyone who fought through it. You could see it in the way Luffy’s laugh carried a touch more weight, how Sanji smiled with less force behind it.

And Zoro—Zoro hadn’t smiled at all.

He was here, at least. Sitting beneath a tree at the edge of the hill, just slightly outside the light. Alone. Cup in hand. One arm draped lazily across his knee.

You approached without a word. You always did.

He didn’t look at you, but he didn’t need to. His body relaxed the moment you stepped into his space. That small change told you more than his face ever would.

“You’re not drinking much,” you said gently, sliding to the ground beside him, legs tucked beneath you.

“Already did.”

“Didn’t look like it.”

Zoro glanced sideways at you, mouth curling at the corner. “Watching me?”

You blinked slowly, the firelight catching in your lashes. “Naturally.”

He looked away again, but his ears were pink. That counted for something.

“I heard from Chopper.”

You didn’t push further than that. Just let the words hang, like steam rising from a teacup.

“About what?” he muttered.

“The bandages. The broken ribs. The stitches you haven’t let heal yet because you won’t stop moving.”

He took a slow sip from the cup and didn’t answer.

“You act like you’re fine,” you said softly. “But you’re not.”

“I’m breathing, aren’t I?”

“You know that’s not the same.”

Your voice wasn’t angry. It was tender. Honest. Just like you.

Zoro didn’t say anything for a long moment. His jaw shifted. His fingers tightened around the cup.

“You didn’t come through untouched either,” he said at last. “You gonna tell me everything’s fine on your end?”

“I am fine,” you whispered. “Or I will be. I know how to be careful.”

He gave a dry little laugh. “That’s what I said to you before Onigashima.”

Your eyes lowered. “I know.”

The wind stirred your hair. Zoro watched you now, gaze dark and still.

“I hate it,” he said suddenly.

You looked up. “What?”

“Seeing you hurt. Knowing I wasn’t close enough to stop it.”

You reached out, fingers brushing lightly against his. “We all got hurt.”

“But not all of us matter the same way to me.”

That stopped you cold.

Your breath hitched, and you blinked once, twice, as if trying to process it before your heart could beat too fast.

“I’m not good at saying shit like this,” Zoro muttered, looking away again. “But I was thinking about you. At some point I thought I was going to die. And the only thing in my head was you—not knowing how I felt.”

You reached for him, fingers weaving into his carefully.

“You didn’t have to say anything,” you murmured. “I knew. I just… hoped you’d tell me one day.”

Zoro exhaled shakily. It wasn’t like him. He didn’t do fragile. Not for anyone. But now, just for you, he let himself be seen—really seen.

“Come with me,” he said.

You tilted your head. “Where?”

He rose, tugging you up with him, one hand still holding yours. His grip was firm, but not forceful. Protective.

“Just… somewhere quieter,” he murmured. “Just us.”

You nodded. Because for once, you weren’t the one worrying about him.

He was worrying about you too.

As you fell into step beside him, still hand in hand, neither of you spoke. But you both felt it—the warmth rising just beneath the surface. Not overwhelming. Just enough to make your palms sweat slightly where they touched.

He glanced at you once out of the corner of his eye. You looked away at the same time.

A quiet flush colored both your cheeks.

You kept walking anyway. Fingers still entwined. Hearts a little louder than before.

The noise of the celebration faded with each step, replaced by the hush of narrow streets and soft lantern light. He led you up a short flight of stairs, hand never leaving yours, until the two of you slipped into a quiet room tucked above a sake house—simple, wooden, and open to the breeze.

One wide window stretched across the back wall, framing the view of the glowing festival below.

From here, you could see everything. The fires. The lanterns. The silhouettes of dancers spinning through smoke and laughter.

You stepped inside first, releasing a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. It was quieter here. The pulse of the party still echoed from below, but it was dulled by distance.

You turned, your hand still held in his. “You reserved this ahead of time?”

“Told the owner I had a feeling I’d want some privacy tonight.”

He glanced at you then, the corner of his mouth tugging up into a small, knowing smirk. “Guess I was right.”

Your face warmed immediately, and you looked away with a quiet huff, but you didn’t let go of his hand.

“Don’t get cocky.”

His smirk deepened. “Too late.”

He walked past you, letting go of your hand only to uncork the bottle of sake on the small table set up near the window. There were two cups beside it—expecting company.

He poured slowly, then held one out toward you.

“I thought Chopper said you were supposed to cut back.”

Zoro tilted his head. “He did.”

You accepted the cup anyway, a quiet smile tugging at your lips. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell.”

He chuckled. “Didn’t think you would.”

You took a small sip, warmth spreading through your chest. The window breeze stirred your hair again. You looked out at the celebration below—how alive the streets were now, how the people moved with freedom in their steps, not fear.

“It’s beautiful,” you said softly.

Zoro nodded beside you, gaze fixed on the lanterns.

“It almost doesn’t feel real,” you continued. “After everything we’ve seen… all the people we lost.”

He was quiet again. But not cold. Not distant. He was letting you speak.

“I’m just grateful,” you said. “That we’re still here. That Wano has a future now. That we get to stand here and see it begin.”

Your voice trembled slightly. You didn’t mean for it to, but the ache hadn’t left—not fully.

“I hope the ones we lost are watching tonight,” you whispered. “I hope they’re smiling down at us. That it wasn’t all for nothing.”

Zoro looked at you—fully, deeply this time. His expression was unreadable for a second. Then it softened.

“I’m sure they are.”

You blinked, throat tight. “You think so?”

He stepped closer, his voice quieter than before. “I think they’d be proud. Of everyone. Of you.”

Your heart fluttered, and your lashes lowered. “I didn’t do anything special.”

“You made it through,” he said. “And you’re still you. Still kind. That’s not nothing, Y/N. Not in a world like this.”

The way he said your name made your stomach flip. He didn’t say it often. When he did, it always meant something.

You set your cup down gently and turned toward him. His gaze met yours—steady, quiet, reading you like a map.

“I know you’re in pain,” you whispered, fingers brushing carefully against the bandage at his side. “And it’s… it’s selfish of me to ask, but… is it possible if we can?”

Your cheeks flushed, heat crawling up your neck as your eyes searched his. Even with your voice trembling, you didn’t look away. And he saw it—everything you were trying to say without saying it.

Zoro’s expression softened, just barely.

“If it’s with you,” he said, voice low but sure, “I’d be more than happy to.”

He lifted a hand to your cheek, thumb brushing along your skin with a gentleness that surprised you both.

“We’ll take it slow. Just be here, with each other. That’s more than enough.”

You nodded softly, heart thudding in your chest as you leaned into his touch. Zoro didn’t hesitate this time—he leaned in too, and when your lips met, it was careful and warm, like something long overdue.

His kiss—slow and deliberate, like the world could wait. Like there was nothing else he wanted to be doing.

Your hands curled into the fabric of his shirt as he deepened the kiss just slightly, lips warm and steady. He tasted faintly of the sake, but more of quiet desperation.

He broke the kiss only to breathe against your skin. “Still okay?”

You nodded, breathless. “Yes.”

His hands moved gently, tracing over your sides where your wounds had barely begun to fade. You mirrored him, brushing fingertips across the bandages at his waist, careful not to press too hard.

There was no rush. No wild pull of urgency. Just reverence. The kind that came from having nearly lost the chance to touch each other at all.

When he kissed you again, it was slower—anchored in gratitude and need. One hand splayed across your lower back, holding you as close as your healing bodies would allow.

The world below partied on. Fireworks bloomed across the sky.

But in this room, it was just the two of you.

Careful. Alive.

And finally, finally—together.

The silence wrapped around you like a second skin, thick with everything unspoken, everything finally allowed.

Zoro’s kiss deepened, but never lost its softness. His hands explored you slowly—no rush, no demand—like you were something he wasn’t used to being allowed to have.

You let your fingers slide under his shirt, moving with care as you traced the unbruised parts of his skin. His stomach tensed beneath your palm—not from pain, but anticipation.

“Still okay?” he murmured, his voice low and rough against your lips.

You nodded. “Yeah. Just… slower, maybe.”

A flicker of something warm tugged at his mouth. “You really think I’d be anything but gentle with you right now?”

Your breath caught, but you managed a quiet smile. “I know you wouldn’t. It just feels nice… hearing it.”

He touched your cheek then, guiding your face toward him with a tenderness that made your heart stutter. His thumb brushed over your lips, steady and deliberate.

“You don’t have to be nervous ,” he said. “Not with me. Not tonight.”

You helped ease his shirt over his head, careful with the wrappings around his ribs. He winced, barely, but didn’t stop you. You kissed along the line of his collarbone, over the healing cuts, your lips trailing comfort wherever they touched.

He returned the favor, undoing the belt at your waist with a practiced flick, but his hands trembled slightly when they moved to undress you. Not from nerves—Zoro didn’t do nerves—but from restraint. You could feel it in the way he held back, as if trying not to break what he was barely allowed to touch.

His breath hitched as the fabric of your underwear slipped down your frame, revealing soft skin to the glow of lantern light. His eyes lingered, reverent and wanting, like he was trying to memorize the shape of you. When he finally touched—fingers trailing along your hips, then up your sides—it was with a kind of reverence that made your knees weaken.

The first time his hands skimmed over your bare waist, you exhaled softly into his shoulder.

You were both half-naked now, skin warming skin, and yet the tension between you wasn’t lust-fueled fire—it was reverent. Heavy. Beautiful.

Zoro kissed you again—deeper now. Hungrier. But still slow, still grounded in the quiet bond you shared. His hand found your thigh, drawing it over his hip as he guided you gently onto your back.

His mouth left yours only to trail down your throat, warm breath and soft scrapes of teeth lighting sparks across your skin. His hips pressed into yours with aching control, letting you feel just how much he wanted you—how long he’d been holding back.

You reached for him, pulling him over you with a soft gasp as your bodies aligned. The sensation of skin-to-skin after so much distance made your heart ache.

Zoro braced himself with one arm while the other traced your face, your collarbone, your chest. His mouth followed—slow kisses down the center of your body, lingering at every place you sighed. When he returned to your mouth, his hips pressed forward against yours, seeking closeness more than release.

“Let me take my time,” he murmured.

You nodded, voice caught in your throat. “You already are.”

His hand slid between your thighs, fingers finding the soft heat of you, stroking with a patience that made your breath stutter. You arched into him, every touch drawing you closer until your hips tilted in silent invitation—and he answered.

When he finally entered you, it wasn’t sharp or urgent. It was full. Warm. So deeply needed it hurt a little. Zoro’s forehead pressed to yours, his breath catching at the feeling of you around him.

Neither of you moved fast. The rhythm you found was slow and deliberate, filled with drawn-out kisses and tender whispers between gasps. He murmured your name against your lips like a promise, over and over, as if grounding himself to it.

And all you could do was hold him—arms around his shoulders, legs wrapped gently around his waist, anchoring him as your bodies moved together in the softest storm either of you had ever survived.

Your eyes welled unexpectedly—overwhelmed not just by the pleasure, but by the intimacy.

“You’re okay,” he whispered, voice rough. “I’ve got you. Come with me.”

You pulled him closer, trembling around him as your release came like a tide—deep and quiet and consuming. Zoro followed shortly after, head bowed, a low groan catching in his throat as he let himself fall with you.

When it was over, you stayed wrapped together, skin sticky with sweat, hearts slowing in time with each other. He didn’t move to leave. Didn’t pull away.

Instead, Zoro curled his arms around you protectively, forehead resting on your shoulder, body still humming with the weight of everything that just passed between you.

“You okay?” he asked again, barely above a whisper.

You nodded, brushing his damp hair back with your fingers. “More than okay.”

“Good.” He exhaled, warm against your skin. “Because I don’t want to wake up without you again.”

“You won’t,” you said. “I’ll be right here.”

Zoro didn’t answer—not with words.

Just with the way he kissed your shoulder before closing his eyes, finally letting himself rest in your arms, where nothing had to hurt anymore.

[faerienaane]

It’s just not in Luffys vocabulary to lose😏

Zoro is bragging again about a protag-captain who is immune to losing 😮‍💨

[faerienaane]

Masterlist

♡ - fluff ꕤ - angst ☆ - hurt/comfort

꩜ - suggestive ω - smut ❀ - drabbles

check the request rules here

Sabo (Revolutionary Army)

- Almost Enough ꕤ

- Almost Enough (Part II) ☆

- The Call He Didn’t End ♡

- he overheard you saying you love him ♡

- him as a boyfriend ♡

- sitting on his lap ꩜

- A Promise Across Time ♡ ꩜

- The First Step ♡

- you left him a kiss mark without him knowing ♡

- Figure Study ω

- you confessed while drunk—he didn’t believe you ♡

Series: Between Thrones and Ashes

- Part I | Part II | Part III SOON

Law (Heart Pirates)

- Kikoku’s Secret Charm ♡

- A Little Closer ☆

- More Than a Page in a Comic Book ♡

- The Only Exception ♡

- he overheard you saying you love him ♡

- him as a boyfriend ♡

- The Little Things ♡

- sitting on his lap ꩜

- kiss me, he’s watching ♡

- Dreams and Heartbeats ♡

- The First Step ♡

- Slowly, Together ꩜

- you got drunk and seduced him ꩜

- he was harsh to you ☆

- you left him a kiss mark without him knowing ♡

- His Little Kink ω

- After Hours ω

- caught in the flash ❀

- you confessed while drunk—he didn’t believe you ♡

Ace (Whitebeard Pirates)

- How Many Today? ♡

- he overheard you saying you love him ♡

- Love Against Justice ꕤ

- Carrying Your Love With Me ♡

- him as a boyfriend ♡

- sitting on his lap ꩜

- kiss me, he’s watching ♡

- The First Step ♡

- you got drunk and seduced him ꩜

- he was harsh to you ☆

- you left him a kiss mark without him knowing ♡

- Commanding Heat ω

- His Littles Kink ω

- caught in the flash ❀

- you confessed while drunk—he didn’t believe you ♡

Zoro (Strawhat Pirates)

- he overheard you saying you love him ♡

- Glimpse of Us ꕤ

- sitting on his lap ꩜

- you got drunk and seduced him ꩜

- you left him a kiss mark without him knowing ♡

- you confessed while drunk—he didn’t believe you ♡

- More Than This ♡

Sanji (Strawhat Pirates)

- Unseen ♡

- you got drunk and seduced him ꩜

- His Little Kink ω

- Steam and Silence ♡

- caught in the flash ❀

Katakuri (Big Mom Pirates)

- Braver Than Silence ♡

Crocodile (Cross Guild)

- The First Step ♡

- he was harsh to you ☆

Mihawk (Cross Guild)

- he was harsh to you ☆

Luffy (Strawhat Pirates)

- caught in the flash ❀

enjoy! ♡

[faerienaane]

ANIME FANFIC MASTERLIST °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

On this list: one piece, bnha, haikyuu, hunter x hunter, tokyo revengers

Requests are also open for jujutsu kaisen, chainsaw man, and blue lock, BUT for other anime you can always ask and check if I know them ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

Useful Links:

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KO-FI

GUIDE: ♡ = fluff/humor || ☆ = angst || ⟡ = spicy

— ONE PIECE

Straw Hat Pirates (Mugiwara): m.list

Heart Pirates:

Trafalgar D. Law: m.list

Whitebeard Pirates:

Ace: m.list

Izou:

✦ let's meet in our next life ☆ ✦ can you hear me ☆

Others (in alphabetical order):

Bartolomeo:

✦ too cool for me ♡ ✦ busted! (secret relationship) ♡

Corazon:

✦ timeless devotion ♡

Crocodile:

✦ attractive scariness ♡ ✦ (accidental) pda ♡

Katakuri:

✦ chains of the heart ☆♡ ✦ unintentional couple behaviour ♡ ✦ the arrangement ☆♡

Kid:

✦ worse than him ♡ ✦ (accidental) pda ♡ ✦ safe among monsters (platonic) ♡ ✦ run wild and free (feat. luffy and law) ♡? ✦ unintentional couple behaviour ♡ ✦ three boats, one heart (poly!) ♡ ✦ busted! (secret relationship) ♡ ✦ between the devil and the deep blue sea ☆ ✦ captain ♡

Kobi:

✦ tides of hesitation ♡ ✦ busted! (secret relationship) ♡

Mihawk:

✦ (accidental) pda ♡ ✦ unintentional couple behaviour ♡

Sabo:

✦ bet ☆♡ ✦ unintentional couple behaviour ♡ ✦ attractive scariness ♡ ✦ (accidental) pda ♡ ✦ busted! (secret relationship) ♡ ✦ sketching another life ☆♡ ✦ luffy's sister pt.1 - pt.2 ☆♡ ✦ to ashes and blood (coming soon) ☆

Shanks:

✦ final captain's order ☆ ✦ attractive scariness ♡ ✦ (accidental) pda ♡ ✦ fake proposal ♡ ✦ unintentional couple behaviour ♡ ✦ driftwood hearts ☆♡⟡ ✦ busted! (secret relationship) ♡ ✦ letting go ☆ ✦ captain ♡

Surprise Character:

✦ truth or dare chaos ♡

— BNHA

Bakugou:

✦ battlefield ♡ ✦ affectionate s/o ♡ ✦ break up (texts) ☆

Kirishima:

✦ kirishima wants tattoos (no reader insert) ♡ ✦ break up (texts) ☆ ✦ fractured bonds ☆

Dabi:

✦ inflation (texts) ♡

Todoroki:

✦ affectionate s/o ♡

Deku:

✦ affectionate s/o ♡

Denki:

✦ break up (texts) ☆

— HAIKYUU

Tsukishima:

✦ secret ♡ ✦ reaction to girls bullying you (texts) ♡ ✦ inflation (texts) ♡

Kuroo:

✦ shy ♡

— OTHER ANIME

Hunter x Hunter:

✦ wishful gaps (leorio) ♡

Tokyo Revengers:

✦ fate won’t take you from me (chifuyu + mitsuya) ☆ ✦ don't look at her (chifuyu) ☆♡