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Kind of a sassy post, but I am fed up of hearing people I know have been unforgiving, judgmental, and neglectful of ND people irl going off about caring because it’s a day they can Look Good - the internet is full of this every awareness day (dude I knew who I found out abused women literally would always make a “women I admire” post on International Women’s Day 💀🤡)

In light of it being autism awareness day, please keep an eye out for people virtue signaling - they are Tiresome and use us and speak over us, all while falling short whenever the “support” isn’t public. Note how they treat people through the year, and ESPECIALLY low support needs autistics, as it’s harder to turn them into Pet Projects like they do with people who have high support needs autism. They are coming out with their Sweet Support today and it’s giving “omg we used to be so close, depression is so serious” after it was too late and they were uncaring and dismissive irl or at best, corporate pride month (they gain social points not money).

Support autistic people by treating us like people please.

Show don’t tell isn’t just for writing.

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Hi!! hope youre having a nice day, I was just curious about if you know an estimate date for when the next 'between two points' fic will be posted and who it would be for?

Hello anon!! You’re so polite 🤍 I hope you’re having a nice day too!

I could give estimates, but at this point I feel like they are a Curse and make me not meet them 💀🤡 I promise I’m working on it though!! I’m finally adjusting to some new schedule stuff in my life too so that should help (just like the sun coming out for spring will help me be less of a withered plant lol) if i do it like i did on ao3 where the section that’s the trope actively happening and then post the full ass version later then things will be out faster too

I’ve got a good chunk of Shanks done, then some Mihawk and some Koby. Sanji has been Calling but I feel like all I’ve been writing recently is the desperate whiny vibe (which I adore don’t get me wrong) so I think I’m probably gonna focus on getting out something with a more dominant character.

I’m sorry it’s been such a wait and that I don’t have clearer answers. I’ve been doing a lot of the planning/plotting/world-building stuff for like a fuckton of other things as brain Demands and that really does make it so that stuff to post is sparse. Working on too many things at once both within the writing world and outside of it 💀

Thank you for reading my stuff and for your interest in more❣️❣️❣️ I hope to make it worth the wait 🙏

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He and His Hat Will Be the Death of You

Summary: "He didn’t think that these close quarters would be an issue; hell, he was looking forward to it. He’s been fixated on you for awhile now. He’s deep in the yearning stage, actively seeking excuses for easily written off closeness. This hiding spot was sure not to be found and he gets to be crammed in there with you? ‘Best of both worlds!’ He had thought like the ignorant fool he was."

Y'all in a wall to spy and being trapped against you has Sabo at his wit's end.

A/N: Overthinking but a friend encouraged me to post❣️ Managed to get a very belated thing done for Sabo (almost forgot his bday tbh lol). Big shoutout to @hannahbarberra162 for beta-ing and suggesting to have this be a two parter and encouraging me to follow my instincts on Sabo being a Freak (affectionate) and reminding me I should utilize his dumb hat lol. Also a big shoutout to @schoute, who read through at the end and gave me encouragement as she always does 💚💚💚 Much love!!

Also thank you everyone for your patience with me as always 🤍🤍🤍

Word Count: ~3.5k

Warnings: NSFW, afab!reader, Sabo a freak freak in this one, cumming in pants, getting off to near death situations, dry humping, he's suffering of horny and you're accidentally making it Worse lol, accidental stimulation, very close quarters (you're both in a false wall because Reasons), some power imbalance (you’re his apprentice and obvs he’s a superior officer)

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Sabo is so glad that he’s the one in front. If he was the one behind you, you’d find out things he’s not ready to talk to you about. He’s sure he’ll tell you soon. One day. Maybe. Hopefully.

But if when that day comes, he won’t be telling you like this. Not with a nervous flush pinking his skin. Not with a slight tremble in his fingers and a shiver in his spine. Not with stuttering breath nor a mind skittering from all but your touch.

Despite his advantageous position, you’re sure not making it easy on him. Your steady breaths keep tickling the baby hairs on the nape of his neck, kindling a heat that swirls under his skin, moving through his chest and down. The insides of your thighs gently tease his hips. They give him little shocks every time your muscles move to adjust your dangling legs, accidentally caressing him. He dreads each time you move to peak around him; it invariably involves your hands holding his shoulders for balance and your chest pressed to his back for the same reason. You have a habit of always needing your hands busy, and it works against him when you absentmindedly massage thumbs into his tense muscles or trail your nails over his shirt, gently picking at it. The reminder that the touch is barely in your mind while it’s all his mind can hold onto makes him want to slam his head into the wall in front of him.

Unfortunately, that would be bad for many reasons.

High among them is that you’d likely think he’s a weird fucking idiot for doing that out of nowhere, especially when you’re meant to be silent. Then there’s the fact that you’re meant to be silent because there are targets he’s supposed to be spying on on the other side of the wall. Ones who definitely wouldn’t let a suspicious thump in the wall stay free of bullets for long.

That all is why you are both hidden in this false wall in the first place. A mission listening in and gathering intel with his beloved protege is not out of the ordinary, but this method sure is. He didn’t think that these close quarters would be an issue; hell, he was looking forward to it. He’s been fixated on you for awhile now. He’s deep in the yearning stage, actively seeking excuses for easily written off closeness. This hiding spot was sure not to be found and he gets to be crammed in there with you? ‘Best of both worlds!’ He had thought like the ignorant fool he was.

The logistics were nightmarish in themselves - finding the intended location that these meetings were to be held, finding the schedules of everyone in the building, sneaking in during the blind spots, creating a hollow you could slide into and traverse from the roof just above, replacing the mirror in the room with a one way. So much of it was luck, really, especially that your targets were the type to meet in gaudy gold crusted rooms with walls crammed full of decorations and filigree. No one who covets wealth so much could stand to stay in a room without a mirror, lest they go too long seeing their own image caked in opulence. And unfortunately they also tended to be tall if the height of the mirror was anything to go by.

Sabo could see out of it standing, his lips at level with the bottom edge of it but that meant that you would need a boost to see out. The mirror wasn’t wide so one of you raised behind the other made more sense, thus a small ledge was made with just enough strength and size to hold you sitting. The walls they built here were thick for soundproofing and fireproofing and that old castle feel. It gave you enough room to hop up and let Sabo squeeze in front of you, but you were always just brushing against his back and your knees were gently touching the wall next to his thighs. It was insanely uncomfortable for you after hours of being in here. You kept fidgeting, the time enough to make you a bit restless but the harsh ledge trying to turn you numb and the awkward way it rested your weight made it impossible to hold completely still. You tried to find comfort in Sabo through leaning into him and focusing on his warmth instead of the needles starting to creep down the back of your thighs. Good training and deep breathing kept you centered enough to focus on the room through the mirror and you had recording snails to save anything you may miss.

Sabo can’t believe himself right now - you’re his apprentice not the other way around, yet he’s the one that couldn’t tell you what these men were talking about if his life depended on it and it might actually come to that. Luckily you would have the answers but unluckily you are why he did not. You were also why he was so hot in this damned wall crammed against your body heat and electric touches. You’re why he’s currently picking a hole through his gloves in an attempt to keep his hands from sinking into the thighs that cage him. You’re why his lower back aches from the tenseness of holding his body still when all it wants to do is roll and give him some Gods forsaken relief.

He gives his head a small shake to snap himself into focus. He feels you reel back in surprise, narrowly avoiding a faceful of his hat. Your hands slide down and you squeeze his biceps lightly in question.

Are you okay?

Sabo hates that you’re so kind right now. Well that’s a lie, he always loves it but did everything you do have to overwhelm him so much? He thought this would be fine, it’s not like he hasn’t been close to you before but fuck being around you has gotten harder and harder as it’s gotten sweeter and sweeter. With each piece of you he sees he’s come to respect you more then enjoy you more then adore you more and he can’t tell you. He’s your superior, your idol, and now your friend. If you knew the devotion - the hunger - swirling in him, surely you’d be upset, surely you- fuck why are your thighs squeezing him?

To Sabo’s delight and horror you let out a whimper so quiet it barely made it to your lips, but he heard it. His hips rock forward once before he even knew they were moving but he does know the flush of pleasure that washes over him when his aching erection grinds into the wall before him. He stills his body, leaving his hips pressed tight to the wall and away from you. It’s slightly painful and definitely not what he wants, but he’s so wound tight that any attention on his throbbing cock is almost too good to resist. Choking back his own whimper, Sabo slowly rests his forehead on the wall, careful his hat doesn’t fall off completely, and blows out a tight breath.

You continue your slow squirming. One hand leaves him but the other digs in firmly to his shoulder now, slightly pulling down as if to lift yourself up. He shuts his eyes tight to keep them from rolling, unable to stop the flood of fantasies of you gripping and pawing at him, panting and whining, drawing him closer with clenching thighs just like the ones twitching at his sides-

Sabo is unable to stop another rock of his hips forward. He slowly presses his hands hard into the wall to keep them from seeking you. He soon gives up stillness and busies one hand with keeping his hat steady while the other fists around the lapel of his jacket. His hips can’t keep from motion either; miniscule circles keep his cock rubbing against the wall. It’s too hard to feel good but feeling nothing is maddening and he couldn’t possibly do anything else with you all over him.

You pull down harder and this time his eyes do roll back. Precum leaks heavily out of his painfully sensitive tip. It starts to leak down over his head and down his shaft, well all the mess that isn’t soaked up by his pants. He worries for a second about hiding the growing stain when you both leave but then you sink your fingertips into him again and huff a breath on his tingling skin and there’s nothing in the world but you.

Your warm presence at his back, your desperate touch, your weight teasing at him, fuck he can even smell you on the air in here trapped so tight for so long. Wait does that mean you can smell him? Does he reek of sex - can you tell he’s leaking for you? Would you mind? Would it flatter you to know how much of a mess you make of him? Would you taunt him and make him make it up to you or would you want him to use the strength you admire to rip every bit of pleasure either of you can feel from your bodies-

Deep squabbling voices drum through the wall and remind him where he is.

Sabo’s hands finally flit to your thighs to stop your torturous squirming. Even with his gloves he can feel the plush of them by how his grip sinks into you. His fingers press deep and he can tell how good the grip is, how he could use it to press and pose you to his whims, drag you closer, open you up, fold you half. At the moment, all he allows it to do is hold you still and hold you close. Instead of a command to stop, however, you take it as an invitation.

That invitation leads you deeper against him, leaning your chest forward to put some of your weight on him instead of your sore bottom. It’s not much, but enough to dial encroaching agony back down to pain. Your head relaxes forward against him in relief, gently bumping under the brim of his hat from your spot buried against the back of his neck. One hand stays anchored to his shoulder while the other slides around his trim waist to anchor him to you. You feel his abs twitch and diaphragm stutter even through all his layers.

Sabo tries to shift himself up to help you and do something with all this energy. It relieves a speck more of the numbing pressure from your seat, and you can’t help but sigh from it. The sound is barely there, definitely kept safe from outside ears by the barrier of the wall but definitely close enough for Sabo to feel as well as he hears. He knows it was from something innocent but god was it just the same as some of the sighs he’d dream of pulling from you - sighs dripping with relief and need and even the pain of drawing you close again and again till all you can do writhe and gasp and beg and need him. He needs you to be as pathetic of a puddle of want as you’re making him and without even trying.

The fantasy melding with your touch takes him again and he just can’t help but cant forward again to grind himself on anything. He’s not sure if he’s ever ached half as much of this and is dangerously close to ruining the mission and risking your lives just to spin around, shred your clothes, and fuck you. But more than that he needs you to be as obsessed with him as he is with you or he shouldn’t get to sink into you, it wouldn’t feel right.

His hands give one massaging change of grip and then he’s pulling you forward with him on the next grind. This time, he’s holding a sizable portion of your weight and you squeeze him in relief and for more. Your second sigh stutters so prettily and he can feel your lungs and breasts jump with it against his back and the little hairs on his neck that it tickles. Who could blame him for tilting his head back to hear and feel more?

His hat is falling, the action bumping it right off of his head. Habit and instinct meet to jerk his hand towards it and the thump of knuckle meeting wall stops both of your hearts.

Before they could find their next beat, three shots tear through the air and the drywall. Your world lurches and liquid tingles run through every inch of your body, washing out all other feeling. Every muscle tightens, stopping squirm and grasp and blinking and breath and all but your newly sprinting heart. Sabo is stiff as stone in your hold, doing little to comfort you. Your only measure of time is the growing burn of your wide eyes and stalled lungs.

“Always breathe first”

The echo of Sabo’s steady voice in training breaks through the fuzz in your head and you can exhale. A spec of clarity eases in with the oxygen and you realize that you aren’t hurt. A tilt of your head and you realize the bullets ripped through the wall and planted themselves in the back layer safely to your side. And only because Sabo jerked you both just out of their aim.

More oxygen guides you out of the purgatory of fight or flight when the sounds of the meeting resume. The adrenaline begins to fall off of you, pulling you to lay slack against Sabo’s back. You feel him tremble and hold him as best you can, worried he’s stuck in the punishing fear that just swallowed you before spitting you back out.

Sabo is definitely stuck and there certainly is fear, but that’s not why he trembles. At first it was definitely for your safety; he doesn’t know what he’d do if you were truly hurt, especially because of his own blunder. He’s thankful that true danger kicked off his haki and let him act so quickly and competently where before he was too consumed to think of much of anything. He’s only dug back deeper into that hole now that “you’re safe” turned to a ringing of “we almost died” in his head. Each time the thought repeats, it pounds in his heart and shoots violently to his cock. The exhilaration, the danger, the relief, they all overwhelm him and make him feel so alive and so needy and so sensitive and so fucking close.

He trembles and gnaws at his lip to keep his throbbing cock from drooling out any more than the precum that’s been wetting his underwear for awhile now. He can feel it pounding between his legs so hard that it hurts. But shame keeps him fighting against the mouthwatering orgasm wringing in his gut.

What kind of freak cums from getting shot at? How could he lose himself with you so sweetly tucked to his back, no clue to how desperate and turned on and depraved he’s being? How lowly would you think of the man that’s your superior, your teacher and guardian, if you found out that being near you has them so close and a little fright pushes them over the edge? That they held you as they came in their pants like a pathetic loser?

The hyper awareness of his stoked haki and adrenaline make it all the easier to feel every little movement you make. He feels you settle boneless against him, relishing your weight pressing you so close. He feels your grip turn from a lifeline back into an embrace, making him hold back a sob at how soft it makes his heart and how painfully hard it makes his dick. He feels you use your thighs this time, gently squeezing his hips in something meant to be comforting but that ends up being agonizingly erotic. The muscle and fat of your thighs feels so warm and alive squeezing him and all he can think of is them holding him tight while his cock is instead throbbing in your wet heat, where each jerk of his hips shoots another gush of hot cum to the rhythm of your orgasm wringing down around him. He can hear your moans and cries and pleas ringing through his head now.

“It’s alright, darling, please cum in me, fill me up -nngh- I need all of you -hah!- Sabo! please cum for me, it’s okay, I need it”

Against his will, his hands grip down hard again and pull your thighs even tighter to him. You’re pressed so close he can feel the natural heat between your legs warming his lower back and it drives him insane.

Thinking he’s scared from the close call and possibly nervous about causing it, you give him a reassuring squeeze. A fresh shiver runs through his body from head to toe. Heart sinking even more at his sorry state, you move your hand from his shoulder so both arms are wrapping around him. This one changes trajectory, sliding to the middle of his chest, over his heart. You draw a few shapes over his sternum before applying firm pressure with a flat palm.

Sabo’s heart beats its ardor against your palm, but all it translates to you is anxiety. You don’t know that your sweetness only warms him through, drowns him deeper in the depths of love and desire he was already struggling to tread, sinks him into the world in his head where he’s already flooding you full like every cell in his body is begging for. A world colored by your gratitude for him saving you both from near death and your hidden love for him that had you throw yourself into him with the same desperation that’s burning him alive.

You nose forward until your lips are at his ear. Your lips and breath tickle the rim of it. He’s still tense and trembling and you’re so worried you forgo some of your fears and whisper, “‘s okay.”

Your thighs gripping him, your hand holding his heart, and your words - so close to his dream’s - smother him and he jolts. His breath is trapped in his throat, his jaw slack and mouth open as if to let it free, but his eyes and brow scrunch with delicious agony. He can’t think of any of that over the bliss beating through him as all the pressure finally turns to the crashing waves of his orgasm wringing him empty with spurt after spurt. His stomach and thighs burn at the tenseness turning to relief, taken by involuntary twitches and the power of each thump of his cock against the tight confines of his pants ricochets through them.

You hold and caress and, as quietly as possible, shush him through his orgasm. It makes it all the easier to imagine the sticky mess around his cock is a mix of your slick and the cum he’s pumping into you.

It’s a long while before Sabo settles. The crash of both the adrenaline leaving and an orgasm strong enough to keep him kicking past having anything to give make him fall almost completely slack in your grip. He leads it gently so the wall holds him and you up (at the cost of being able to watch the meeting, as if either of you were fulfilling the mission at this point) and focuses on aiming to be silent while he tries to catch his breath. All the while, you sweetly anchor him through their capricious tides.

It makes him ache again - a corrosive pool of shame eating at his chest. Reality trickles in with it and sets its scars in his flesh and bones. Not only did he cum in your arms while you’re none the wiser, he did it on a mission where you almost got shot and are trying to comfort him about it. The empathy and care he so loves in you are only serving to shove him into the grave he’s dug with his uncontrollable attraction to you. You offer him your affection and he perverts it into dry humping a wall and ruining his trousers. It’s wasted on him.

He doesn’t deserve your touch, your love - not like this.

But he can’t escape you. Even when he’s reigned in his lungs and heart, you’re right there with your tickling breath. Even when he’s forcing his mind to repeat every word he picks up from the other side of the wall, you’re right there with your resting cheek. Even when he’s managed to smoothly place you back on your ledge and his hands back on the wall, you’re there with your embracing arms.

It’s the best hell he’s ever known.

He was almost sad to see its gates open once the earth outside them was empty.

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Thank you for reading!! There will be a part two Eventually where both are aware participants this time lol

Will update with taglist soon!

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DO HURT/COMFORT WITH PLATONIC LUFFY AND READER WHERE THE READER IS STRUGGLING WITH SELF HARM AND FEELING LIKE THEY DON'T FIT IN ANYWHERE BECAUSE NO ONE NOTICES WHEN THEY HAVE OFF DAYS!!! (don't feel pressured if it's an uncomfy subject for you! My apologies im just going through it rn </3)

Sweet anon, sorry I left you in wait for a response to something like this while I was away. The quick answer is yes I will! I kinda go on for a minute because of personal experience so sorry if it becomes something you don’t like or don’t want. I just have a lot of Feelings about this topic that i wanna say and hopefully connect with you on. Nothing negative so don’t worry about that! This intro is kinda ominous looking at it lol just mostly speaking my piece and processing here I hope it’s not overwhelming!

First things first - you’re not making me uncomfortable and I don’t find it to be an uncomfortable subject! I’ve had my own struggles with self harm and its forms and have known many over the years who have too. For many, it’s one of the pieces of life and ignoring it is more painful than acknowledging it.

Secondly - I’m sorry you’re struggling anon and you don’t have to apologize for it either. From what I’m gathering from matching my own experiences with what you’re saying, your support system isn’t matching with your needs and you don’t feel seen or like you or your suffering matters. Being stuck in a painful day to day that doesn’t even feel like it has a point to it is one of my least favorite places to be and toil away in. Why fight your worst impulses if it doesn’t matter if you’re doing well or terribly? Why bother trying at anything if it never feels like any progress is made or any product of your work even matters? Discouraged only begins to cover it and hopeless is much closer.

And third - I’m sending you as much love as one stranger can give another 🫂🤍🤍 those questions from before are fallacies our brain tells us and you and your trying do matter. When the “why bother”s come up, it’s your brain being desperate for rest; not a proper valuation of you or your efforts. It’s a cruel voice bullying you to the rest you need but the very wrong type of rest. I really feel for you and the type of places that create feelings and actions like this. I know none of this will fix anything, but I hope it does give you a little needed boost!

I will happily write the request, it will take some time (like all my writing lmao-) and if you’d like I can get a snippet out faster to try and get you something sooner before a full finished product?

And the only explicit sort of caveat I have to writing stuff like this is that I’m very clear that it’s a fantasy to relieve stress for a bit with some wish fulfillment. It would be hypocritical of me to advise people to not read or write it - suicide attempt fics are a HUGE guilty pleasure of mine, rare as they are in this fandom lol but the key is to know it’s fantasy and that can get harder the more you consume. I’ve done some dumb things myself in service of that fantasy and life never quite shakes out in a satisfying way around it.

People are out of their depth with these things. They aren’t sure of the right words or right actions and most importantly, self harm and suicide scare them. They aren’t things they deal with often so it’s foreign and huge and taboo. Even if they have some experience with it, when it hits close to home they can freeze up and avoid as well. I believe that most often people ignore or push off the issue because they’re scared to make it worse and have it feel like their fault if anything big or small happens. Better to stay out of the issue than possibly open the wounds right? I have sympathy for this perspective and place, but it leaves people feeling like they and their pain don’t matter.

So this is mostly to try and help you see that there are likely people who really do care they just have no idea what to do or how to approach the issue. This doesn’t mean you have no right to feel isolated or neglected, a feeling can’t be argued it is what it is, but I find it helps to understand that the outside isn’t malicious. Just uncertain or inept or scared and at worst, too self-involved to see. Honestly, a majority of people want so badly for those issues to never affect those they know that they subconsciously and even consciously ignore all the signs.

Lastly, if you can, try not to hate yourself for this habit or let others belittle or guilt you for it. Almost nothing makes me angrier than someone writing off self harm by saying it’s for attention - if someone feels they have to hurt themselves for attention that’s a big problem. It doesn’t prove there’s nothing wrong if part or even all of the reasoning is to be seen and noticed, that reasoning proves the point. My self harm is sometimes because I want someone to notice and at the very least acknowledge that stuff just fucking sucks and how badly I’m struggling. Mostly it’s for control and because it can be addicting lol make brain mushy because adrenaline drop and feel validated because there’s an externalization of how I’m feeling? Hard to say no in the throws of it. There’s also some satisfaction in seeing yourself hurt when self hatred is high.

BUT

it never lasts. It’s never an actual fix, just an avoidance and deflection because things are too much. Avoiding and replacing the habit is the way to long term improvement in how you feel. I hope that doesn’t come off preachy because it’s SO easier said than done and I’m sure you know it’s not good for you. Also again, I struggle with similar myself so it would be downright hypocritical to just say “well stop it” 💀 Just a reminder that it’s worth the effort to replace and does pay off, just slower than any of us want. And I don’t want it to come off like I’d think you’re failing for relapsing or continuing to struggle with it because I don’t think that’s true. Every time you seek out a different place to push the feelings, even if it’s something that some people would find silly like fanfic, it’s a victory.

Anyway, if you read through, thank you for listening to my TED talk lol again, I’m sending as much love and understanding as I can and if you have anything you’d like to add or make more specific to the request feel free! Otherwise I’m adding it to my drafts and will try my best 🫡

Sending hugs 🤍🤍🤍

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Hello, your treat's done baking, has been iced and is ready to enjoy, topping out at 2,843 words! I hope you enjoy what I made for you, this has to be my favorite One Piece work I've made and is my second finished work for One Piece in general! Thank you for all your compliments on the snippet too, it made me feel really giddy to get this finished and sent to you!

Shanks was a very strange, yet very capable man in your eyes. It had only been two years since you joined his crew, standing alongside Yasopp as a sharpshooter, the reasoning for Shanks even extending the offer being that you and Yasopp had been long time friends and he'd expressed interest in having you aboard, proclamations of two sharpshooters being better than just one. The red haired caption couldn't help agreeing, especially when he could clearly see how much you meant to his friend. Within those two years, you were subjected to near endless merriment, drinks flowing like waterfalls, food piled as high as mountaintops and all of it hardly ever had an end in sight until deep into the moon's guiding light, the bellyaching of hangovers being a common sound amongst the ship in the mornings. You often chose to hang around either Yasopp or the captain during those times, joining in on the fun and throwing back alcohol nearly as good as Shanks himself, until you lost your balance and had to whine ask for Yasopp to help you back to the crew's quarters. You supposed a strange feeling of longing was only to come naturally when you stared at the man with locks as red as the heart that beat for him in your chest. You confided in Yasopp, who laughed in your face at your predicament. "You asshole, you think I wanna feel like this for the guy?" You growled, shoving the sharpshooter in the shoulder with a scowl. "Look, look, I'm sorry, but this is so hilarious, 'specially with all the shit you talked 'bout him when joining!" Yasopp wheezed, wiping an invisible tear from his eye before he started in on his impressions of you as he always did when you got angry about something. "'How could this man be so fierce when he's already so carefree? He acts like a child, bleh bleh, I'm in complete denial about my real thoughts and feelings again!'" "Alright, I get, irony and all that shit, knock it off!" You barked, hiding your face with your hand as you felt your cheeks heat up. Yasopp continued to laugh and tease you throughout the day in front of everyone, including Shanks, much to your dismay. You heavily debated shoving Yasopp overboard that day.

Another sunset came and went, painting the horizons in hues so vibrant and glorious, you almost wished you could bottle them to keep forever as mementos. At least that's what you wished your thinking was about instead of the relaxed silhouette of Shanks staring at the citrus stained waters that lie ahead of the Red Force.The colors of the sunset highlighted his red hair and facial structure beautifully, casting him in a golden hue that you found utterly captivating. The wind swayed his hair and long coat, adding a hint of mystique to his charm, layering perfectly with his usual pacifist nature and laid back attitude. You huffed slightly as you tore your eyes away from him. A man like him has no right to be so handsome. Shanks, on the other hand, was watching you sulk from the corner of his eye, a pout on your lips as Yasopp swaggered up to you, two large wooden mugs filled to the brim with foamy golden ale in his hands. Shanks let his already soft smile broaden a bit seeing you perk up a bit with your friend and the alcohol. He had to admit to himself and very much did the day he saw you that you were stunning; wits as sharp as your skill with a gun, quick tempered as a torrent, and as bright as the sun itself, you seemed to have it all except for the kind of fondness Shanks held for you. He’s had many a bedmate, many with the same gorgeous smile you did, but everything else about you seemed to hit him differently. Shanks couldn’t see anything between the two of you, if anything were to spark at all, as being just a one time thing, and it wasn’t because you were part of his crew, he wanted more than just one night of fun, he wanted to see whatever he could possibly get his hands on of you; your smiles, your laughter, your joy, your attention, everything good he could garner he wanted from you, he felt so strongly drawn into your depth and passions yet always kept you at arms length, fear for more either blooming or something else entirely taking its place in his chest. That still didn’t stop Shanks from wishing he was as close to you as Yasopp was.

Your loud cry of distraught pulled Shanks from his own moonstruck musings, to see a very rattled Yasopp frantically trying to sort out a large spill on your tank top with an equally sopping wet rag as you sputtered and fervently tried to push his back with a hand on his wrist and palm squished comically against his cheek. The sight looked utterly ridiculous and Shanks couldn’t help but bark out a laugh as he walked over, hand perched on his hip. “Well, it seems there’s been a mishap here, eh?” Shanks chortled, looking at the now frozen you and Yasopp, who now had the rag in his hands pressed harshly against your cheek in retaliation to your palm practically squishing his. “Oi, Shanks, ya mind gettin’ her to stand still while I try and clean her up?” Yasopp asked, voice casual as if he didn’t just nearly get into a brawl with you. “I’m not letting you shove that dirty mop rag all over me, Yasopp! Get it out of my face, the damn thing reeks!” You screeched, making one last effort to shove Yasopp away from you, actually managing to cause him to stumble back and knock over the second of ale on the way down, effectively drenching himself in twice as much alcohol that you were covered in. You and Shanks both burst out laughing as you attempted to help Yasopp back on his feet. “Well, I think the rag’s done for now.” “Yasopp, that rag’s been ‘done for’ at least a few hours now considering Hongo was using it to help scrub down the kitchen earlier!” Shanks laughed, watching as his crewmate started joining in on the uproar of joy with you and himself. “Alright, alright, I fucked up there.” “Just there?” You joked, snickering as Yasopp sputtered. You playfully punched him in the arm. “I’m messin’ with ya, man. Though, we should probably change before we start stinking of more liquor than usual.”  

You were starting to move to head to the crew’s quarter’s fixating on changing out of your ale soaked shirt and shorts when you felt something drop onto your shoulders, the warm smile of your captain soon entering your vision. “Here, just use this for now. Why leave the party? No one’s gonna care much if you smell like booze!” Shanks laughed, looking at you with bright charcoal eyes filled with a carefree happiness. He stepped closer to you, throwing his arm around your shoulder and tugging you back towards the rest of the crew that you and Yasopp had stepped back from at your request. You wanted to have another bitching session with him over Shanks being stupidly attractive to you again, which your dear friend was always willing to do as he found your mumbled rants over your feelings to be rather funny. You stepped out of Shanks’ grip easily, leading to him gaining a look of confusion. You reached up and removed the great coat he had so “generously” draped over your shoulders, as you knew Yasopp would tease you about later, and swiftly placed half haphazardly back over your captain’s shoulders. “Thank you, captain, but I think I’ll just go change.” “And leave so soon?” Shanks spoke, almost pouting as he playfully pushed your buttons, taking advantage of your good mood after Yasopp’s shenanigans. Shanks felt his heart swell hearing you snort as if he had actually told you a joke that you found funny instead of terrible. “You think I won’t come back? Oh, you wound me, captain, you wound me!” You spoke, playing up the theatrics for a few more laughs, reminding your red haired captain of the old companion he used to sail the seas with in his youth. “I’d rather be a dead woman than ever risk letting Yasopp outdrink my ass! You,I can handle that, but if Yasopp outdid me I’d never hear the end of it!” “You make your chaperone half the time!” Yasopp barked. “And it’s gonna stay that way if I have anything I can do about it!” You cackled before making your way back to the crew’s quarters to clean up, the scent of booze now starting to feel overpowering in a terrible, sticky manner.

Shanks already sorely missed your presence, wanting you back in his line of sight as soon as possible, the oranges, pinks and yellows of sunset fizzling out now and giving way to the lights that managed to stay alight on the Red Force and glossing over parts in a milky blue hue, reflecting the navy skies above. “You know, cap, I can tell you like her.” Yasopp spoke, snapping Shanks from his reverie. Charcoal eyes meet chocolate browns and Yasopp smiles at him. “That obvious, eh?” There was no point in lying to himself or others, Shanks knew himself far better than his old companion did and was far more willing to admit his heart and occasionally wear it on his sleeve rather than hiding it under bravado and costuming. “I can tell by how you threw your coat over her.” Yasopp affirmed. “That, and the fact you’ve been getting more obvious with the staring. You’re as bad as I was with Banchina.” There it is, the playful edge that came whenever it regarded you. Shanks let out a mirthless chuckle, closing his eyes and shaking his head, shoulders shrugging in his relent. “Eh, well, what can I do?” “Could try and make a move.” “Oh? And just what kind of move should I make? Same kind you did?” Shanks smirked, deciding to take a jab at Yasopp in your absence, earning a groan. “It was an accident!” “It was quite the sight!” “Maybe to you.” Yasopp huffed before sighing. “I’m bein’ serious, though, Shanks. You want her? Try something, see how she responds, get her a drink at the next island, hang around her more often, just talk, hell, try throwing out some kind of signal, man, she’s not that stupid!” “Hmm…I’ll consider it.”

“Consider what?” You piped up, walking back in a loose, button up shirt that hung on your frame like a bed sheet draped over someone’s shoulders,the chest buttoned enough to show a bit of cleavage and your collar bones, the sleeves stopping at your elbows and cinching with fluttering accents of thick embroidered detailing to tickle your forearms. You had a long sash tied around your waist colored a deep royal blue, holding your shirt to your body and trailing down to a set of pants similar to the ones Shanks himself dons, your usual buckled boots topping it all off. Shanks felt breathless. You wore those items often on days where you don’t feel like wearing all the belts and bangles that you normally wore alongside your tank top and cut off shorts, but no matter how many times he’s seen you dressed this way, it always left him slightly lightheaded and slightly dizzy with mixtures of longing and desire in his chest. Seeing all these pieces put together into one outfit made something inside the pirate caption roar with pride; however, your current attire mimicking his own so beautifully that he felt as if you and him were one of those cheesy couples that had matching outfits.

“Oh, the captain here was just talking ‘bout challenging ya to a drinking contest! Winner has to pick up after themselves.” Yasopp replied, his voice once more breaking Shanks from his reverie. “What?! Me go toe to toe in a drinking contest with Shanks?!” You squawked, causing Shanks to snicker. “What, you scared you’ll lose in front of everyone?” “No! I ain’t afraid of losing!” You growled, earning a sharp grin from Shanks. He was never a man for confrontation, preferring to keep things lighthearted and happy, a clash in the competitive streak you carried alongside Yasopp. The sharpshooter’s words echoed in his mind, and Shanks knew he wanted you, perhaps playing into this side of you could open up more later on down the line, perhaps even in the direction he finds himself steering towards, despite his fears of both getting too close and possibly poisoning the relationship that’s already been built during your stint with the crew screaming loudly in the recesses of his mind. “Then what’s stopping you from going up against me?”

“I- Fine! Let’s do this!” You barked, storming past Shanks and boldly grabbing the front of his shirt and dragging him behind you, surprise and delight painting Shanks features as he threw a glance back at Yasopp, who was leisurely trotting behind, giving his captain a thumbs up. Six shot glasses were swiftly lined up in front of both of you, Lucky Roux pouring lines of the low quality whiskey the crew snagged from the last port for cheap filling the small glasses. “Drink! Drink! Drink!” The crew chanted as you and Shanks began your little game, throwing back shot after shot. One, two, three, six rounds in and you felt as if you had been knocked breathless by a strike from the butt of Beckman’s gun, but you pushed forward, slurring out a demand for more liquor, which was granted. Shanks hardly looked like he had broken a sweat, his masquerade fooling you well in your inebriated, double vision plagued state. Two more shots were thrown back by you when you felt the world tilt sideways and you suddenly saw the bright light of the moon staring down at you alongside the spinning silhouettes of your fellow crewmates. “Shanks wins with seven rounds of shots!” Yasopp yelled, a whine of frustration leaving your throat. “Nooo! I c’n do more, swear I can!” You called, Shanks soon coming into your unsteady frame of view, that stupidly handsome smile adorning his features. The sight caused you to pout, especially when he crouched down next to you and started to maneuver you to lean into him, the scent of sea spray, whiskey and musk filling your senses. “Lemme go, Yasop’s usu’lly the one to take me back…”

“Sorry, rules of the contest. You’re stuck with me.” Shanks snickered, a soft look in his eye shining brighter than before as you let out another whine and began pouting while also heavily leaning on him. Shanks was nowhere near sober, knowing that he was going to have a terrible hangover in the morning, but he did manage to hold himself enough to get you to your bed, the walk across the deck being a trial given that he insisted on getting you back in bed safely all on his own, and it felt like his world tilted sideways literally and figuratively with your swaying figure hanging on him by a thread. By the time he managed to actually get you to your bunk, you were a completely incoherent mess, nonsensical whines and mumbled words leaving your lips as your glassy, tired eyes looked up at him. It had to be the cutest thing the red locked man had ever witnessed in all his time at sea and he counted himself lucky to be able to see this side of you because of how small and whiny you were. It was pathetic in a really endearing way. Moving to position you on the hammock properly, Shanks undid the buckles on your boots and pulled them off to allow more comfort before grabbing you a thin blanket to ward off the cold of the night. By the time he had gotten you situated, you had already drifted off, soft snores that’d no doubt get louder as time passed leaving your frame. Shanks took in your appearance; messy hair, wrinkled shirt, relaxed sleeping position, the little bit of drool dribbling from the corner of your mouth as you fell deeper into the sweet embrace of sleep. You were ethereal to him. Reaching up and brushing some hair out of your face, Shanks placed a ghost of a kiss against your skin before stumbling to the door to head to his own cabin for the night, stopping at the entryway to look back at you once more, a smile dancing on his lips. “Goodnight, sweetheart.” He uttered before slipping away into the halls of the Red Force, leaving you to your sweet dreams of sharing a drunken kiss under the moonlight with the red haired man that plundered your heart and claimed it as his own forever.

I hope you enjoyed the fi! I had so much fun writing it, I loved writing out the dynamic for Yasopp and the reader! And to answer your question, I have quite a few favorites from One Piece! Buggy was my first love, then there's Shanks of course, I adore him, Mihawk and Sir Crocodile also drag me around often, I go nuts for them. I really like Killer, he's such a tough guy but he fits the sort of "looks tough but is actually a teddy bear" kind of vibe, there's Law who I feel would be really interesting to talk to, oh and I absolutely adore Nami and Brook! Brook is so silly and I love his energy and Nami...I'm not sure, she just gives big sister vibes on the crew and I adore that, she's so fun and smug but still sweet in her own way. My ultimate favorites that I often find myself absolutely going insane over no matter what, are Sanji and Jinbe. I love Sanji, I genuinely fell head over heels for him in the Baratie arc when he was talking about All Blue for the first time, that smile of his captivated my heart and how he treated Apis when she tried making breakfast for the Strawhats and he was so patient and encouraging with her, it melted my heart. Now Jinbe...he's in a league of his own and I can only really explain why I like him by just saying that I really love dad coded characters. He's got a lot of heart and just feels like the dad of the Strawhat Found Family, and out of all the Strawhats, I'd probably have most of any merch I get based around him. He gives gentle giant vibes and I love characters that are huge but so mindful and careful with everyone around them. I love his altruism too, that's also a big factor there. Thank you for asking and I hope you have a wonderful day! I can promise I'll definitely come back here again to say hi and deliver more fun goodies! -🍶

SAKE ANOOOOOOOOOOON YOU ARE TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD AND TOO SWEET A MILLION THANK YOU BE CAST UPON YE

I'll blather more at the end but I really can't get over this thank you 🫂🤍🤍

Some Shanks fluff has been just what I needed and thank you for being my supply. Brain mode: Shanks is Love, Shanks is Life. Coming back to this becasue I enjoy it and because it's extra meaningful as a gift has been soothing.

For your enjoyment (hopefully lol) I put all my thoughts and reactions while reading below the cut!!

Love the in of reader being part of a dynamic duo with Yasopp!! And multiple sharp shooters is always better 🤷‍♀️ 

You supposed a strange feeling of longing was only to come naturally when you stared at the man with locks as red as the heart that beat for him in your chest

Beautifully done, love the simile, love the way that red can have different meanings here and both fit well, love how accurate it is at calling me out lol this whole expository section has been nice - I’m an absolute sucker for writing that explains and waxes a bit poetic about the dynamic before we delve in. Really wets the appetite hahaha

I’d be with Yasopp clowning on reader about talking shit on Shanks then falling for him 💀 it truly is the way tho - if he doesn’t charm you up front, give him some time and you’ll be a goner like everyone else. 

You heavily debated shoving Yasopp overboard that day.

That one got me to actually physically laugh, the pacing up to it and then the rhythm of its delivery were just right to have it land properly 👏

I’m also living for the sass at the end of the next paragraph after it spent such time capturing his allure and the moment in such a pretty way lol it’s especially making me think that I need this reader and Buggy to have a drink together so that they can have a frustrated and Love fueled bitch session about Shanks 💀

…wits as sharp as your skill with a gun, quick tempered as a torrent, and as bright as the sun itself, you seemed to have it all except for the kind of fondness Shanks held for you.

NOT ACTUALLY UNREQUITED LOVE MY BELOVEDDDDD 😩🫠 also a wonderful distillation of character through a few choice deecriptors, my favorite of which is the torrent one. The alliteration and succinct phrasing make it very punchy 👌 and Shanks being greedy for much more than reader’s body??? A Favorite, The Good Shit. His mix of nerves at accepting the depth of his feelings and how that may affect things with his bit of jealousy at how close you are with Yasopp is a DELIGHTFUL blend 

“Moonstruck musings” what an immaculate little phrase 100/10

The comedy of the posing when Shansk interrupts the squabbling to clean reader is very good and very One Piece lol also the fact that he’s using a dirty ass rag 💀💀💀

Yet again, the gesture of the coat and trying to herd you back to the party got me giddy because of the proof Shanks doesn’t want you out of his sight, no no you’re meant to be next to him actually. And his heart leaping at making you almost laugh 😭🤍 I am a big advocate for Shanks making people smile and laugh as possibly his biggest love language

THE BUGGY ALLUSION IS GIVING ME LIFE and this whole playful scene tbh you’re doing a good job of having them all play off each other instead of it feeling like forced beats

You describe the Red Force and just setting in general so prettily and I wish I could make art Fast and color better so that I could get it down on paper lol

Yasopp mentioning Banchina is such a sweet touch omg I love it 😭🤍 and Shanks deflecting through playful banter is too real and another great moment of levity between The Yearning

I love shanks absolutely losing it over a costume change because he WOULD (I have no room to act any better, loving blorbos teaches you The Power an outfit can have 💀) and flowy pirate get up that matches his is a great choice of fit to make him all oogly 

Reader, I love you, but there’s maybe five people on the seas who could outdrink Shanks in a contest so I fear for you

…storming past Shanks and boldly grabbing the front of his shirt and dragging him behind you, surprise and delight painting Shanks’ features as he threw a glance back at Yasopp, who was leisurely trotting behind, giving his captain a thumbs up

THIS IS JUST PERFECT LOL WHAT A PARADE and the descriptions are just enough that you get through the smoothly but can picture it PERFECTLY and that’s on word choice 👏👏👏

The description or reader eating it after so many shots and laying loose with everything spinning is well done and can confirm having done it once lol accurate 👌

Shanks making up rules to hold you 💀 he so WOULD the cheeky sneak hehe also drunk shanks helping an even drunker reader is one of my things, a beautiful blind leading the blind, a swaying jig no music can follow lol

SHANKS INTO PEOPLE THAT GET A LITTLE PATHETIC CONFIRMED (me too bud 🤝) just makes you wanna coddle em

And the sweet sweet ending with him taking time to tuck you in and his heart warming at how soft you look and the “Goodnight, sweetheart” and the fOREHEAD KISS 😩 idiots in love, I will bash your heads together til you say something (except not cuz holy fuck do I love the tender pining-)

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR WRITING THIS FOR ME I AM HUMBLED I AM FED I AM HEALING 😭🫂🤍🤍🤍 truly, thank you for taking time and effort to write me something for me. I’m beyond flattered and grateful 💕

And thank you for your patience on my response!!! I am nothing if not sporadic 🤡🙃🥲

For ease imma copy and paste your responses to favorite question into a different post and respond to them there!

Thanks again and all the love 💗

[sordidmusings]

Thank you @softlypaintedseafoam and @shy-writer-999 for the tag❣️ ( @hannahbarberra162 I think you tagged me in something similar if not this very game so I'm gonna thank and include you here 🤍)

Was fussing with a soul magic thing that's Fighting Me again and ended the writing session with some dialogue storming! the final one is:

"I end most of my days wishing I had enough words to beg you to let me sink into you and just get a second of your warmth so I can know it before I die. I'd worship and beg just to know your body and soul, to get a taste, to try and make you feel so good you might finally need me like I need you."

I'm pretty happy with the sentiment, but think it may suit a different character better in the end 🤔 We shall see hehe

Tagging sound Intimidating rn I'm not gonna lie so I'm leaving it to whoever wants to do it! Don't feel shy or intrusive; I'd love to see what any of you are cooking up 💕💕💕

WRITING GAME post the last line that you wrote

Thank you to @bettystonewell for tagging me! This is the last line I wrote. Currently, I am still writing my 'Woman of Letters' series, (28k words and counting).

“Where’s Dean?” You asked, your voice soft and full of hope.

Again, I don't have many mutuals, so I will just tag my favorite accounts: @deansbeer @dulcescorderitas @sammyluvr @buckysbabygorl @lovelybarnes

No pressure to anyone I tagged!

[sordidmusings]

AAAAAAAAA I AM SO GLAD TO READ THIS AGAIN 🤍🤍🤍 thank you for asking me to beta!! And thank you for the dedication 😭🫂

Still laughing at the mention of him hoarding the display away from Luffy - it’s a gag that will never tire to me lol and you pace into things so nicely!! A quick setting description to both ground us and show off Sanji’s very characteristic eye for detail and then getting right into reader’s vigilance works perfectly.

On that note, reader’s vigilance with Sanji is one of my fav parts of this - he deserves someone who will pay him as much attention as he does others 👏 it’s also a good and natural way to show how in deep reader is (relatable tbh).

“Sanji was your dream man, but you felt unable to actually touch him, to get to the real man inside the character.”

LOVE this sentiment so much - as I’m sure I’ve said (but I will continue to yell) portraying Sanji with the girl crazies being somewhat of a front and even a defense against true intimacy is ALWAYS a fav it’s just too goooooood and you do an amazing job using little choices of interaction in this whole fic to portray the deeper person beneath that veneer he has.

“No, I want - I like sharing them”

STILL KICKIN MY FEET AT THIS the slip and timidity right after are so sweet and you just know Sanji was trying not to read to much into it even tho he wanted to hear that first version so much

Also, Sanji hating Valentine’s Day because men are disappointing is the realest 💀💀💀 not only does it play on when he overreacts to men as a gag but it also plays to his inherent empathy, which he shares especially readily with women.

Sanji’s speech on how he would treat his love has me in Deep Yearning and idk if I’ll ever recover, I simply need him 😩😭 I love how you filled it out and refined it, it’s just wonderful!! And so very him

THAT DESCRIPTION OF SANJIS SMILE AT RECEIVING GENUINE PRAISE GOT THE KOKORO GOIN I would simply have to give him a little kiss just like reader - who could possibly resist???? Also his reaction is so in character and I’d probably try and run away too whdhfihfjfjfjfnf

MY HEART IS BREAKING BUT ALSO SO SOFT AT THE “I wanted to” AND HIM FLINCHING AT AFFECTION HOW DARE YOU (never stop I BEG)

The description of the kiss is great too, a wonderful pay off for the build up!!! I especially love the “like you’d combust into smoke” continuing the previous imagery of them sharing the smoke together and such. How you describe his affect during the kiss is also a great payoff and I think feels very him and very genuine and a beautiful amount of tender and vulnerable.

Also you’re gonna make my heart melt with all the perfect nickname choices 😩

All in all, a joy of a read and so so tender and makes my heart so full. Thank you for writing and for sharing it with us 🤍🤍🤍

Hearts and Flowers (Sanji x Reader, Valentine's Day Special)

For @quinloki's Love Is In The Air event, I present my (day late) Sanji x Reader. All fluff, no bite. Dedicated to @thirstydiglett and @sordidmusings, my fellow Sanji simps.

@sordidmusings and @gouraminnow beta'd this for me and I appreciate it immensely.

WC: ~ 2k

Warnings: none <3

You swirled the pink colored drink Sanji had made for you as you watched him carefully cut fruits into heart shapes and place them delicately alongside the handmade chocolates he’d prepared in advance. You weren’t sure how he had managed to keep all this from Luffy but his efforts were paying off as the multi-tiered tower of desserts and treats for you, Nami and Robin came together under his watchful eye. The galley of the Sunny was decorated like one of those fancy magazines you’d read but couldn’t afford on islands - the counters were covered in tablecloths with red and pink decorations, cakes in the shapes of hearts and flowers were on the tables, and there was a mountain of wrapped presents waiting for you all, helpfully labeled with tags. 

You hadn’t known Sanji as long as Robin and Nami but had quickly understood the chef’s love of love when you came aboard the Thousand Sunny. He was always looking at beautiful women, always simping for you, Robin, and Nami, always thinking about his future bride and wedding. And yet, watching him place the melons and pineapple on the tower, you had an inkling something was amiss with the Love Chef.

“Sanji, do you like Valentine’s day?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Of course! Who wouldn’t want to celebrate the love of Mellorines and -” he started to say, a smile on his face that didn’t match the brilliant one you’d come to know and love. You tried to stop yourself but you found yourself watching the chef near constantly when you weren’t working - you knew his body language, his mannerisms, and could even predict what moves he’d use when fighting Zoro on the deck. Which is how you knew the smile on his face wasn’t completely genuine.

“No, what I mean is - do you like Valentine’s day? You specifically?” Sanji’s beautiful hands paused after placing the last fruit on the platter as he stared blankly at the creation he had made. 

“Would you care to accompany me while I go smoke on the deck?” he asked you, reaching for the cigarettes in his shirt pocket. You hoped you hadn’t made him upset in some way; you wouldn’t say anything to intentionally hurt his feelings. 

You would never admit it to Robin and especially not Nami for fear of teasing, but you harbored a huge crush on Sanji. He was sweet, handsome, kind, helpful, and strong, everything you could ever want in a man. Sure, he could get a little silly or flirty, but you felt that if he was in a relationship he would be loyal. Sanji was your dream man, but you felt unable to actually touch him, to get to the real man inside the character.

“Oh, uh, sure,” you replied, hopping off the barrel that had been your makeshift chair. You left your pink drink on the table as you passed in front of Sanji, who was holding the door open for you to exit first. You thought he’d go to the side of the ship but instead Sanji started to walk towards the ladder to the crow’s nest.

“Oh, wow, up here?” you asked, starting to climb. You were wearing a skirt and hoped the view would tempt him to flirt with you a little. It didn’t take anything at all to have him espousing his eternal love or bleeding from his nose and that was well and good. You’d been trying to get him to show a little true emotion but maybe starting with flirting might help loosen him up. Sanji was a lot more reserved than most people gave him credit for. His outward emotions were real and reflected his heart but he didn’t often share the depths of his thoughts or feelings with anyone, much less with the newest member of the Strawhats. 

“Mmh. I don’t want to ruin my Valentine’s Day surprises for Nami-swan and Robin-chwaan!” he said, his tone falsely saccharine. You climbed the rest of the way in silence, going towards the open window to air out the smoke of his cigarettes. Standing next to you, Sanji lit up and inhaled deeply from his cigarette.

“Sanji, what’s going on?” you asked, putting your hand on his forearm in concern.”I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“You could never upset me, mon ange. But I have to admit I am a little surprised to be having this conversation. I - you’re the first person to ever ask me, but to answer plainly - no. I don’t like Valentine’s day. I haven’t since my days at the Baratie,” he explained, blowing smoke out the window. 

“Would you mind if I -?” you asked, sticking out your index and middle finger. 

“My pleasure, mon amor. Would you care for your own?” Sanji asked with a smile as he reached for the pack.

“No, I want - I like sharing them,” you said, aware a small blush was creeping up your face. Sanji didn’t say anything but placed his cigarette between your fingers, curling his long elegant ones around your palm for a moment.

“So, since the Baratie?” you asked, taking a drag of your own before passing back the cigarette.

“Mmh. Every year we’d get all these calls from wives and girlfriends, planning their own valentine's day celebrations. Sometimes the men would call, but not nearly as often. The women would be dolled up, looking incredible, while the men would be plain and boring, wearing unironed disgusting clothes. They’d bring tacky gifts that the women would pretend to like, while the men would pretend to listen to what their partners were saying. It was sickening,” Sanji spat, flicking the cigarette still between his fingers. He placed it gently once again between yours as you continued to listen. 

“It was so disgraceful, so distasteful, such a mockery of what love should be. If I was lucky enough to call someone my partner, they wouldn’t have to wait for Valentine’s day to feel the warmth of my love,” Sanji said with a faraway look in his eyes. You placed the cigarette back in his fingers, though it was nearly out. The tips of your fingers brushed his own as he looked you in the eyes. 

“Thank you, dearest heart. If I had someone who loved me as I loved them, they would know with every fiber of their being that I cared for them, that I yearned for them, that I needed them like I need air and water. I wouldn’t wait for some paltry date on the calendar to tell me to celebrate my love,” Sanji stated, flipping his hair out of his face as he continued. It fell immediately back into place as it was before but Sanji didn’t seem to notice.

“I’d celebrate every morning, noon, and night, cherishing my love with my whole heart. I’d devote every moment to making sure their life was as incredible as they made my own, whether that be in gift giving, or sweet words, or even just a gentle touch at the end of a long day,” he stated, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

“My partner would never have to look farther than my loving arms to find what they needed in the world, and if I couldn’t provide it I would step aside and let them find better. Valentine’s day? What a cruel joke. If I had someone love me as I loved them, every day would be as romantic as Valentine’s day,” Sanji concluded, stubbing out the cigarette. You weren’t quite sure what to say to Sanji’s impassioned speech but had a follow up question.

“Sanji, I - then why make the big production? The cakes, the presents, the food and champagne? Why all the work for a holiday you don’t like?” you asked, leaning closer to him. He gave you a soft smile and caressed your cheek with a thumb, his eyes shining with happiness.

“Because I don’t want you to feel unloved. Robin and Nami never had the luxury of having Valentines, they were…busy. And how could I exclude you, ma vie? No, all of you must have the perfect Valentine’s day celebration and who else could pull it off? Not some idiot Marimo that’s for sure,” he said, now pulling another cigarette from his pocket while he distracted himself with thoughts of Zoro.

“That’s so selfless, Sanji. Thank you, this really is the best Valentine’s day I’ve ever had,” you stammered, unsure what to say in the face of Sanji’s vulnerability.

“Then it was worth the effort,” Sanji replied with his true smile, the one that made his eyes close with how high his cheeks rose on his face. Watching him carefully, you placed your hands on either side of his face and pulled him down towards your own. Sanji’s stubble was rough on your palms as his blue eye opened wide. Holding his face between your smaller hands, you pecked him lightly on his full lips. You’d spent countless hours day-dreaming of this moment, of how it would happen, and how he would react.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sanji,” you whispered, letting go of his face. Sanji’s face turned bright red as his fingers rose to trace where your lips had been, his mouth slightly open. He wasn’t responding, just staring at you in silence as you fidgeted, gripping the hem of your skirt in your fists. You couldn’t look at him in the unbearable silence so you turned to go back down the ladder. Sanji caught your forearm gently before you could leave, pulling on it without force. As you turned to face him you saw his forehead was scrunched up, the swirly eyebrow you longed to trace with your finger tip tilted up in silent question.

“Mon cherie, you didn’t have to do that. I don’t need any kind of -” 

“I didn’t have to, I wanted to,” you said softly, reaching for his face like he had yours a few moments prior. He flinched back ever so slightly but allowed you to cup his cheek as you looked into his kind face, unguarded and vulnerable for a few moments longer before both of you had to return to reality and get back to party preparation.

“I’ve wanted to for a long time, Sanji. I’m sorry for not asking first, if you never want to talk about this again I, -” your voice was quiet but determined but you were cut off as Sanji leaned forward to return your kiss. One of his hands went to the back of your neck, holding the weight of your head in his splayed fingers, while the other wrapped around your waist and pulled you towards his lithe body. He kissed you tenderly, almost reverently, like you’d combust into smoke should he press too hard. His lips sought yours at every turn, gently coaxing you into opening your mouth for him so he could deepen the kiss. He moaned into your mouth when you nipped his lip gently with your teeth before returning the favor. He was breathing heavily as he began to press kisses into the column of your neck.

“Ma bichette, please, do me the honor of being my Valentine this year,” he mumbled into your skin as you tilted your head to the side to give him more access.

“I t-thought you didn’t li-ike Valentine’s day,” you squeaked as he mouthed over your jaw. His eyes looked up at your own as he smiled.

“You have shown me the error of my ways, mon tresor.”

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actually lifechangingly good books will be on goodreads with a 3.6 star rating at most with people fighting for their lives trying to be comedians in the reviews section while meanwhile the worst dogshit youve ever read in your life will have a 4.7

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In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

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Hey, married women: Go apply for your passport.

The SAVE Act has passed in The House. It makes it illegal for a woman whose last name does not match her birth name to vote as a "citizenship verification measure." The main way around it is being able to present your passport at the polls since that proves your citizenship.

Look up your Senators here and raise hell on their phone lines about this blatant attempt to disenfranchise millions of women:

https://www.congress.gov/members/find-your-member

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YO that song makes me so nostalgic for when it came out ngl stellar choice 👏

Thanks for the tag 🧡🧡🧡

I’m gonna be a bad egg and do two :p I’ve basically been back and forth between them so can’t choose 🤷‍♀️

“Oh I Miss Her So” by Holy Hive ft. Mary Lattimore and “NERVOUS SYSTEM” by Bad Omens ft. iRis.EXE

The first is so cozy despite the sad lyrics and the second is a banger esp that first electronic break 😩

No pressure tags: @schoute @hannahbarberra162 @hey-august @feral-artistry @click-and-flash-pest-captures @mytanuki-kun @writingmysanity @haveatthee83 @gouraminnow @ghostiequill

ATTENTION

If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)

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Gonna be catching up again more in the coming days both here and chatting (had some extra jobs again recently that are wrapping up!) but as always wanted to say thanks for the patience and the sweetness that has been coming in 🤍 and an extra special thank you to Sake Anon❣️ I’ve reread the story a few times and just need the time to sit down to give it a proper review!!! Thank you so so much again, it’s been a huge boost 🤍🤍🤍 I usually try to do my thanks directly but mad respect to the anonymity 🫡

anyway, smooches to all

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Still one of my favorite things I've created

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"Who's Hotter?" One Piece Group Battle

Group A

Group B

Group C

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1 minute doodles anyone?

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Oh nooooooooo thinking of Shamrock stealing you just to have his way with you before leaving you for Shanks to find oh noooo shanks would be angry enough to cause a slaughter oh nooooooooo but first he has to take care of you while you beg him to get rid of Shamrock’s touch - something he’s more than happy to do

And also fuck the surprise Shamrock left him back out of you because he’s the only one allowed to fill you up