#just interested what she could say about the crew members and not only...

[dairine-bonnet]

On Manaan:

One of the jedi knights from the Dantooine Enclave: Now, we don't have many jobs on Dantooine after you left the planet. But we searched the surroundings for opportunities. After that me and my friends took to the road, and I found an old lady and rescued a cat. We each got an apple.

Mission: Aye... well, I guess you have to start somewhere.

Jolee: I'm sure this old woman was as delighted by your actions as we are.

Bastila: Well, if it had been our leader doing it, the cat would be lost, the tree burned down, and the old lady would be travelling with us now.

[lvmimis]

cw: during the 2-year time skip. reader is a member of luffy's crew and was staying on amazon lily. fluff. selfship-coded.

You wonder sometimes if a small part of you is being cruel.

After all, the Pirate Empress is overt and honest about her feelings, written clearly on her features, her heart on her sleeve, and you… you remain complicated, poorly understood within the realms of follower-like devotion, platonic love and romantic obsession. Coming to her like this, head lowered and on your knees is a foul move, knowing that no matter how much you irk her, you’re protected by the fact that Luffy cares about you and would not be happy to see her harm you, which only serves to torment her more.

“What do you want?”

She asks, but she already knows. Why else would you prostrate yourself before her like this, rather than remain politely amongst her ranks as the Kuja, learning under the medicine women and the trained fighters?

Your head remains lowered politely as you keep your eyes focused on the ground before her dangling foot, the other leg crossed. The two of you speak notably privately, her entourage of sisters and close attendants no longer around her. Oil lamps flicker around you two almost ritualistically, the shifting shadows adding dimension to her already ethereally beautiful face.

“I know Rayleigh said no visitors, but I just wish I could-”

“No.”

Hancock’s voice is sharp, and a lump forms almost instantly in your throat, but you expected no less. Letting out a deep inhale, you look up at her immediately, and to both of your surprises, your voice is steady as you insist.

“Please let me see him.”

Boa blinks once, then matches the fierceness of your gaze. Leaning forward, her hand stretches out to you, fingers cupping your face as you stand rock steady, manicured fingernails grazing gently on your cheeks.

“Are you arguing with me?” The coolness of her voice is evident, and she’s sultry enough that it’s hard to ascertain whether or not she sees you as a romantic rival or an easy conquest, a fleeting thought of whether or not her Mero Mero no Mi could work on you, turning you into a statue and no longer an eyesore. You can feel your heart rate begin to pick up, but you don’t avert your gaze. Not now. Cool extremities turn warm again.

When you were a child, your mother told you you had a funny internal clock. Timing that was always a little too correct, an intuition for your loved ones that was a little too precise. 

That internal timekeeper says now is the time to see him. Now is the time that Hancock will agree, and now is the time a familiar face will renew Luffy’s resolve, and now is the time you should settle your worry to rest.

“No. I am only asking for your help.”

Hancock’s blue eyes attempt to pierce through your very soul, her palm ice cold. Yet something she sees in your eyes for a moment causes her to soften, like something sharp yet pliable running up against resistance. You’re going to go no matter what, she realizes. Whether she likes it or not, and if you hurt yourself in the process, it only makes her life more difficult.

Will you promise to be nice to her while I’m gone?

Boa sighs. Her hand slips from your face despondently and she settles back in her throne.

“Get up. You look pathetic.”

You pause for a moment, and she hisses a repeat order. You move faster this time.

She looks you up and down once again, and attempts to look bored, but the truth is your eyes bother her when you’re like this.

“Rayleigh leaves in a week. We can make a quick trip to the island, going no further than the shore. You may confirm that Luffy is alive from afar. It’ll be a short visit as I can only take the blame from Rayleigh for so long. After all, I am not helping you. I’m also interested in seeing him as well.”

Boa finishes her sentence, aiming to sound flippant, and lets her gaze shift back to yours but is quickly bothered by how quickly your eyes seem to shine with emotion. Her stomach turns, but she understands.

“Get out of my sight,” she hisses.

You nod, overjoyed. Taking two steps away that appear too energized, you pause then stand still. Turning back to her, you can see her bite her lip. Perhaps regret. Perhaps annoyance.

And somehow it doesn’t stop you from running back over to her and wrapping your arms around her against your better judgment for just a moment, and whispering a ‘Thank you’ before running out of the room before she can decide to turn you to stone for real and apologize to Luffy later.

—

If you were even a second late, Hancock’s crew would have set sail without you. 

Coming down to the dock early with a woven sweater and a pair of cloth shoes feels ridiculous after not having seen each other for 18 months, but it’s all you felt you could produce in such a short time.

Unlike you, Hancock has money and power, and the ship is loaded with fruits, vegetables, and of course meat, bundles and bundles of warm clothing and other linens despite the fact that Rayleigh strictly forbade it, and it makes your own offering seem meager. Wrapping them carefully in a blanket, you wonder if you should leave it on the ship as you sail through the Calm Belt.

The Gorgon sisters watch your every move a little too carefully while Marguerite and Sweet Pea are kind enough to ask you how you’re feeling. The pitter patter of your heart and the warmth of your ears when Marguerite gives you a knowing smile is almost unbearable. She’s seen through you faster than you could see through yourself. 

Distance makes the heart grow fonder, is something she should only know of in books, and yet she can see your heart growing all this time.

“Fine! Just making sure he’s alive, he’s my dear friend and my captain and all, why would I be nervous, I’m sure he’s fine?” you stammer but the jig is obviously up.

Marigold, overhearing, rolls her eyes but Sandersonia smiles. You wonder why Hancock ultimately chose to stay behind, but remain thankful just the same.

Just a short visit. In and out.

…

The ship lands on the shore of a peaceful Rusukaina by noon, the sun high overhead. You’re not sure what you expected to see, aside from a brief stretch of sand melding into dense brush. Despite what you were told about storms, it seems like there isn’t a single cloud in the sky, much like Amazon Lily itself. You realize you might have forgotten what rain felt like or snow.

Luffy lives here somewhere, you think as you take the stairs down from the ship, your sandals sinking a little too deeply into the sand once you touch down. You take another step and Sandersonia reminds you that the island teems with dangerous wildebeests. 

“We have to wait for him to find us,” she adds as the others unload food in large parcels from the ship and set it on an almost comically large picnic blanket.

“If he doesn’t make it down here in the next 3 hours, we’re leaving.” Marigold adds. 

3 hours is not a long wait, you think, and the island is so large you wonder how long it takes to travel along its circumference, likely on the order of days at your own pace. But you nod, it’s not like there’s much else you can do.

—

Luffy finds you, the surprise visitors, probably lured by the scent of roasting meat on the beach, in less than an hour.

You see him from afar, possibly before he sees you, and the first thing you notice is that his straw hat is nowhere to be found. But that’s the least of your concerns.

Your legs move before you can really think about it, and you find yourself stumbling on the sand, but too stubborn to let yourself fall, you continue to scramble, running towards him, screaming his name.

“Luffy!”

To him, your voice is unmistakable, something he hasn’t heard in a long, long time.

“____!!!!!”

Luffy is faster than you, impossibly fast. You may be running towards him, but he’s crossed 90% of the distance, pulling you towards him with a quick wrap of his arms all at once. You snap against his chest almost painfully, the wind knocked gently out of you, but soon you find yourself bursting into laughter, as if it’s just been a couple hours since you last shared a hilarious joke. Pulling apart in seconds to look back at each other, his smile is wide and you realize you haven’t seen it since even before you left.

But one thing first.

“Luffy… you’re kind of-” you choke out.

“Oh!”

His arms loosen quickly and you can breathe easy again. Wiping small tears of joy from the corners of your eyes, you ask each other the first pressing question in unison:

“Have you been well?”

Your face warming as you stop but him grinning widely, he nods, and his eyes slide quickly past you to the food behind you, nose sniffing the air almost puppy-like.

“You brought food?” he asks, pulling you along by the wrist already, and quickly waving at the remainder of the crew coming over.

“Hey everyone!!!” He’s calling all their names incorrectly somehow - all but yours - but is cheery nonetheless, and the entire time you’re hyper-aware of the calloused fingers closed around your wrist, and the absence of bandages around his torso. He’s no longer facing you, but the rough edges of an x-shaped scar on his chest are new to you, as is the new definition in his back and shoulder muscles, and there’s a new peace, the kind that comes from processed grief and renewed steady confidence, that emanates from him. His dark, spiky hair remains roughly the same, perhaps slightly overgrown but evident from the jagged ends that it’s been cut at least once.

The crew greets him kindly, and soon, you’re sitting next to each other as he eats, and it occurs to you don’t know what to say now because you have far too much to say.

He notices your quiet but doesn’t say anything, too eager to stuff his face with properly seasoned foods he hasn’t seen in forever, but kind enough to push bread onto your plate and wave away bold seagulls that would ruin your meal. 

The chatter from the rest of the crew starts to sound far away as you struggle for something to say. Soon, the conversation goes to a lull - he’s asked about Hancock, and why she isn’t here, and why you’ve been allowed to come, and why you have that look on your face like you feel out of place - and while the food is all gone and he’s been encouraged to make it just another six months, the time allotted is up.

Sandersonia is the first to say that it’s time to leave.

“___ wanted to see you, but otherwise we have to go back.”

Luffy turns to you, who has found yourself clumsy with your tongue suddenly. All manner of thoughts over the past 18 months, and suddenly you can barely speak.

“If you were worried, I’ll survive,” he says. “I’m strong now!” He’s cheerful, flexing an arm but it doesn’t reassure you enough, the smile on your face doesn’t have enough depth.

That’s not it. Not all of it at least.

“Hey. There’s more you want to say, isn’t there?” he asks.

Ever since Luffy practically dragged you onto his ship, he’s been pulling the truth out of you like a magic trick. The Kujas are starting to clean up and load the ship but the two of you remain together, quietly. You think before speaking, then lie by omission through your teeth.

“No, I’m just really happy to see you.”

It’s true but it’s not everything.

Luffy tilts his head as he listens to you then crosses his arms over his chest.

“I am too, but…” 

He trails off. You snuff out the lunch fire, the same way you snuff out the yearning in your chest, then rise to your feet.

“I’ll see you when you’re done with your training, Luffy.”

You grin at him, as best you can, and offer him a hug that is slightly less enthusiastic than earlier but still heartfelt. Luffy’s arms linger a little longer by the time you want to pull away, and you sense it.

The loneliness he hasn’t thought about in months, but has been unearthed just with the sight of your face.

His chin presses against your shoulder gently.

“Do you have to leave?” 

It’s barely a whisper, but you hear it as though sucked into a vacuum, loud as if spoken from inside your own head. Unintentionally, you pull back and give him an odd look, as if you’re questioning whether or not he knows.

He has to know.

“If you stayed, I could keep you safe, and I promise you wouldn’t distract me. You don’t even have to stay the whole time. I just miss you. So much.”

Luffy’s face is softer now, and he’s not truly pleading - his smile is careful not to apply pressure with his feelings, stating a genuine fact as opposed to making a plea. Whether you decide to stay with him or not is purely your decision; that he wants you to stay is all he wants you to know.

Your heart races.

Marigold suddenly yells for you to come aboard the ship before they take off. You look at her, then look right back at Luffy, and there’s a quick panic that forces you to blurt out words you don’t mean immediately.

“I… can’t.”

“Okay.” Simple as that.

Luffy offers you a small smile in understanding. “But don’t worry about me. The crew will be together again in 6 months. I’ll come find you, and I’ll be stronger. I promise.”

“I…”

Your mouth opens and closes. You can’t tell him you love him, not now.

But it’s all you want to say, and nothing else wants to come out except that simple fact.

You nod instead, and run back towards the ship.

Luffy waves back at the ship, at you, up until you’re out of sight.

—

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” Hancock says to you upon this audacious next request, finally at the end of her patience.

And yet, a week later, you arrive back at the shore of Rusukaina island, this time with no one else but Boa Hancock and her sisters. Hancock can’t help but wave at Luffy from the boat, the obvious deep girlish blush obvious in her cheeks, but she doesn’t set foot on the island.

Instead, you are the only one who descends, a small bag strapped to your back and enough food to last a week practically tossed onto the sand before the ship sails off.

Sandersonia can barely hold in her laughter, and Marigold’s deep frown is evident as they sail away. Hancock turns haughtily once Luffy and you are out of sight.

“Maybe she’ll get eaten by beasts and I won’t have to see her ever again,” she murmurs under her breath. 

“Unlikely.” Sandersonia quips quickly. Marigold rolls her eyes.

“Are you just going to allow this?” she asks finally. Hancock gives her a look, then leans onto the railing of the ship and sighs in defeat.

“God forbid a woman have good taste. Unfortunately, Luffy seems to care about her too.”

Sandersonia slides next to her sister, bumping shoulders with her.

“I’m getting the feeling he’s not the only one who might like her. Maybe he’s the one with the shared good taste.”

Hancock raises an eyebrow, and Sandersonia giggles again. “Never mind me.”

Not another word is said.

…

“So… I did remember how to make a house from when I was a kid but not how to make a comfortable bed…” he reminds you, sheepishly, as the offered tour of the island comes to a close and you end up right back at the center he’s designated home base. He hadn’t thought about it before but now that you’re there, physically there, it’s occurred to him that maybe you don’t want to sleep on the ground and you don’t want to eat meat from sun-up to sundown, that it’s cold in the winter and hot in the summer, and rainy and wet and the thunder is too loud, and you’re not built like him.

But selfishly, he wants to be with you, and you want to be with him.

“We’ll figure it out,” you say.

To this, Luffy grins and, unable to contain his joy, his hands are on you again, grabbing you and spinning you around, until the whole island is filled with the sound of your laughter.

Once you’re all calmed down and the sun is about to set and you’ve had your final meal of the day, you realize that despite the fact that the words ‘I love you’ have yet to come from your lips, perhaps it’s understood with your choice to stay with him for the next few months.

Luffy is half-asleep by the fire, laying on a pillow of wadded-up cloth. Your eyes focus on the large scar on his chest you’re still getting used to. 

The big X that’s his trauma worn proudly on his chest. And yet, to you, that X marks your very greatest treasure, Luffy, the man you love.

[rea-grimm]

Vampire Luffy

You'd only been on the Thousand Sunny for a few weeks, but you already felt right at home. After your last adventure, where you stumbled upon the Straw Hats and helped them out, Luffy invited you to join his crew.

However, you were the only human on board. Nami was a witch, Zoro an Oni demon, Sanji a werewolf, and Usopp a perpetually terrified Kitsune. Robin was a demon, and there was even a skeleton and a cyborg on board. And you, to complete the crew, were human.

Luffy himself wasn't human. He was a vampire with an almost insatiable hunger. As for his thirst, he could control it, but when it came to bloody meat, he knew no bounds. And even though it slightly scared you, the vampire showed immense determination and control when it came to his friends and crew.

Plus, Sanji was always on hand, carrying an emergency blood pack to keep Luffy calm. Its use, however, was rare.

It wasn't mandatory, but it was something like a small initiation ritual. Each crew member, to show their devotion, swore a blood oath to the captain. It was a promise where everyone let Luffy drink at least a drop of their blood.

You were a little nervous about it, as you had no idea what to expect. Usopp had told you the most terrifying stories about their captain's insatiable hunger, but you didn't believe him. You didn't believe him, yet his words still got under your skin.

"Don't worry about a thing," he smiled at you as you offered your hand, and he gently took it.

You nodded in agreement. He raised your hand to his mouth, and you saw his fangs extend. His hand slid to your finger, which he put into his mouth and pricked with his tooth like a pin. It was just enough for a tiny drop of red blood to appear on your finger, which he then licked. In that moment, his eyes glinted red.

"Can I have a little more?" he asked innocently, starting to nibble and suck on your finger. You didn't know what to say when Nami smacked him on the head.

"I think that's enough," she said sternly, preparing for another blow.

"Sorry, sorry," Luffy laughed. "It's just that Y/N is so good," he said, immediately releasing your hand.

After a long voyage, with Nami navigating, you finally reached another island. Another opportunity for adventure. The island looked deserted, so you decided to explore and gather some supplies.

Zoro guarded the ship while you went with Luffy, Nami, and Chopper. Sanji went with the cyborg, the skeleton, and Usopp. Each team set off to a different side of the island. Everything seemed fine. Luffy chased giant beetles along the way, while you tried to find something interesting. Unfortunately, something interesting found you.

You didn't encounter any animals anywhere. Just an old, abandoned temple dedicated to the sun god. Of course, Nami saw it as a vision of treasure and riches that might be hidden in such old temples. 

It was also to be expected that the entire temple would be riddled with various traps. Most of these traps didn't work on Luffy, but at the main altar, where the treasure was within reach, a completely unique trap was triggered.

A beam of light shot out from a statue that towered like a guardian over the treasure, aimed at you, and Luffy, like a good captain, stood in front of you. The vampire had excellent healing abilities, but even so, the beam badly burned him. It burned him so much that he couldn't heal properly. 

The statue stopped burning for a moment and seemed to be recharging. You used that moment to escape. Chopper changed form to carry Luffy, and together you ran to safety, which you found in a nearby cave. Luffy was in a bad way. He was breathing raggedly, and blood was flowing from his burns. It was the first time you had seen the vampire in such a state.

It was slowly getting dark, so you decided it would be better to spend the night in the cave. Maybe the others would find you, and Sanji would give Luffy the emergency blood. Unfortunately, as time passed, no one appeared. 

The vampire didn't look well. You were adding wood to the fire when you felt cold, normally warm hands wrapped around your waist, and the vampire rested his chin on your shoulder. You felt his tongue on your neck and later his lips as he began to nibble. Although he kept his fangs in check, you knew by how he was trembling that he was fighting his thirst.

"Can I eat you?" he asked innocently while continuing to nibble your neck. It was clear he wanted to bite, but he was still controlling himself for the good of his crew and his friends. Nami and Chopper exchanged glances.

"No way!" Nami was the first to speak up.

"Luffy, this isn't right!" Chopper added.

"I can't... I can't help it," Luffy confessed, his body trembling. "Y/N smells so delicious…" he groaned.

You all knew the captain was at his limit, and if he didn't get blood soon, his injuries could take him.

"What if it's just a little bit?" you asked the doctor. Chopper scratched his head awkwardly. He didn't like this idea at all, but you knew time was pressing.

"Just a small sip," Luffy pleaded. Chopper finally agreed, but on the condition that he would supervise the entire process and Luffy would only take the minimum he needed, which wouldn't endanger you. You all agreed to that.

"Thank you, Y/N," you heard Luffy say before he licked your neck and bit into it like a hungry animal. A gasp of pain escaped your mouth, but the pain didn't last long, and you slowly felt more and more numb.

Chopper held your hand the whole time and checked your pulse. When he saw that the vampire had taken more than enough, he yelled at him. But he didn't listen.

"Luffy, that's enough!" Nami shouted, but Luffy didn't hear her either. It was as if he was in a trance and couldn't stop. Chopper let go of you, and both of them tried to pull him away from you. You didn't remember much of it, as you fainted within a few seconds. It was as if you slipped into a dark abyss, where a new world awaited you.

When you woke up, you were lying on something soft. When you opened your eyes, you realised you were back on the ship. You sat up, and your head spun. You touched your neck and felt bandages. So, it wasn't a dream.

"Y/N, you're awake!" You heard the captain's voice before arms wrapped around you, and you found yourself in a firm, almost crushing embrace.

"Luffy?" you said, startled, and hugged him back.

"I'm so sorry. I got carried away. I didn't mean to hurt you," he said, his voice full of regret, still hugging you.

"I know. I don't blame you," you said softly, stroking his back. Luffy inhaled to reply when Chopper rushed over and pulled the vampire away from you.

"Luffy, Y/N lost a lot of blood. You need to let her rest!" he scolded him as he pulled him away. The vampire didn't want to leave you, but the doctor gave him no other option. Instead, he decided to bring you at least something to eat.

Later that evening, you were sitting on deck, leaning against the railing, watching the stars. Luffy quietly sat next to you. You were silent for a while before he broke the silence.

"I should be stronger," he said softly. "I never wanted to hurt anyone in my crew. And you… You trusted me."

"And I still do," you replied calmly. "I'd do it again if it meant saving you," you added.

Luffy looked at you, his red eyes soft and grateful. Without another word, he hugged you again, this time more gently, as if he wanted to protect you from the whole world.

Luffy Masterlist

[rafedarling]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

pairing: actor!rafe cameron x actress!reader summary: in which you and rafe doing an interview with vogue to talk about yours and rafe life after the wedding warning: english is not my native language. fluff au: should i make this into a series?. any discussion can be send through my ask box, and please feel free to send in anything. taglist

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The morning sunlight poured through the large bay windows of your shared apartment, bathing everything in a soft golden hue. You and Rafe were sitting at the kitchen island, sipping coffee from your favorite mugs, your legs intertwined under the table. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of the sanwiches Rafe had made—a weekend ritual that had quickly become a cherished tradition.

It had been a few months since your wedding, and you were both still getting used to the idea of being husband and wife. Life was a beautiful blur of shared moments, spontaneous adventures, and an underlying sense of contentment that neither of you had ever experienced before. The demands of your acting careers were ever-present, but you had found a way to balance work with the joys of newlywed life.

Just as you were about to suggest taking a walk in the nearby park, Rafe's phone buzzed on the counter. He reached for it, his brows furrowing slightly as he read the notification.

"Who is it?" you asked, curious.

"It's our publicist," Rafe replied, a hint of surprise in his voice. "We’ve been invited to do a feature for Vogue—they want us to answer the most asked questions about us on Google."

Your eyes widened in excitement. "Vogue? That's incredible! What kind of questions are they talking about?"

Rafe scrolled through the email. "You know, the usual stuff—how we met, what it's like working together, and… other more personal things."

You leaned closer, your interest piqued. "Personal? Like what?"

He glanced at you with a knowing smile. "Like when we’re planning to start a family."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Of course, everyone wants to know about that. Do you want to do it?"

Rafe set his phone down and looked at you with that warm, affectionate gaze that always made your heart skip a beat. "Only if you’re up for it. It could be fun, and it might give people a little glimpse of what our life is really like."

You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. "Let’s do it. It’ll be nice to share our story."

Rafe leaned over to kiss your forehead. "Then it’s settled. We’ll show them how it’s done."

The day had finally arrived. The anticipation had built up over the past week, and now you were both standing in the grand lobby of Vogue's headquarters, waiting to be escorted to the set. Rafe had his arm draped casually around your shoulders, a habit that never failed to make you feel grounded, no matter how big the moment was.

The Vogue team was nothing short of welcoming. As you walked through the sleek corridors, you were introduced to various crew members, each of them greeting you with smiles and words of encouragement. Finally, you were led into a spacious studio, where the set was arranged to resemble a chic living room—plush couches, tasteful decor, and a soft, ambient light that made everything feel warm and intimate.

You and Rafe were guided to a couch in the center of the set, the Vogue logo subtly displayed in the background. Cameras were positioned at different angles, and a few crew members buzzed around, making final adjustments.

The interviewer, a poised woman in her early forties with an air of elegance, approached you with a welcoming smile. "It’s such a pleasure to have you both here," she said, shaking your hand and then Rafe’s. "We’ve been looking forward to this interview. I’m sure your fans are eager to hear what you have to say."

You returned her smile, feeling a flutter of nerves mixed with excitement. "We’re excited too. It’s an honor to be here."

Rafe nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we’ve been looking forward to this. It’s always nice to get a chance to share a bit more of ourselves."

The interviewer took her seat across from you, a small stack of cards in her lap. She glanced at the cameras, waiting for the signal to start. As the red lights on the cameras flicked on, she turned her attention back to you with a friendly smile.

"Alright, let’s dive right in," she began. "The first question is one that comes up a lot: How did you two meet? And what was your first impression of each other?"

You exchanged a glance with Rafe, and he gave you an encouraging nod, signaling you to start.

You smiled as you began to recount the story. "We met on the set of a film we were both working on. It was a pretty intense project, and we spent a lot of time together during those early days. My first impression of Rafe was that he was incredibly focused and professional. But he also had this playful side that made everyone around him feel comfortable."

Rafe chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I remember thinking you were one of the most talented people I’d ever worked with. But what really stood out was how kind and genuine you were. You made it easy to connect, and I think that’s what laid the foundation for our friendship."

The interviewer nodded, clearly charmed by your answers. "That’s wonderful. So, how did that friendship evolve into a romantic relationship?"

Rafe took the lead on this one, his tone reflecting the warmth of the memory. "It wasn’t something that happened overnight. We became really good friends first, and as we spent more time together—both on and off set—we started to realize there was something more there. It was a natural progression, and before we knew it, we were dating."

You added with a smile, "We both knew we didn’t want to rush anything. We took our time, and I think that’s why our relationship is so strong now. We built it on a solid foundation of trust and respect."

The interviewer leaned in slightly, clearly captivated by your story. "That’s such a healthy approach. It’s clear that your relationship is built on strong principles. Speaking of which, how do you manage to balance your personal life with your busy careers, especially when you’re both in the spotlight?"

Rafe’s hand found yours on the couch, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles as he answered. "It’s definitely a challenge, but we make it work by prioritizing each other. No matter how busy things get, we always find time to connect. Whether it’s a quick phone call during a break or planning a weekend getaway, we make sure we’re not just coexisting, but actually spending quality time together."

You nodded in agreement. "And we’ve also learned to communicate really well. We’re honest with each other about our needs and boundaries. If one of us is feeling overwhelmed, we talk about it and find a solution together. It’s all about being a team."

The interviewer smiled, clearly impressed by your approach. "It sounds like you’ve both put a lot of thought into how to maintain a healthy relationship in the public eye. Another question that’s often asked is about your experiences working together on screen. What’s it like to transition from your real-life relationship to playing characters on set?"

You couldn’t help but laugh at the question, remembering some of the challenges and fun you’d had while filming together. "It’s definitely interesting! On one hand, there’s a comfort level that comes from knowing each other so well. But on the other hand, we have to remind ourselves to stay in character and not let our real-life dynamic interfere with the story we’re telling."

Rafe grinned, clearly enjoying the topic. "Yeah, it’s funny because sometimes we’ll have a scene where our characters are arguing, and it’s hard not to laugh because we’re not actually mad at each other. But we’re both professionals, so we make it work. Plus, it’s nice to have someone you trust completely when you’re in front of the camera."

The interviewer laughed along with you, clearly enjoying the lighthearted banter. "It sounds like you’ve found a good balance between work and play. Now, here’s a question that I think everyone is dying to know: When are you two planning to start a family?"

A brief silence settled over the room as the question hung in the air. You felt Rafe’s hand tighten slightly around yours, and you met his gaze, a silent understanding passing between you.

Rafe was the first to speak, his voice steady and thoughtful. "We’ve definitely talked about it," he began, turning his attention back to the interviewer. "Starting a family is something we both want, but right now, we’re just enjoying being newlyweds. We’re in no rush—we want to take our time and make sure we’re ready for that next step."

You nodded, feeling a sense of calm wash over you. "It’s a big decision, and we want to make sure we’re in the right place, both emotionally and professionally. We’re focusing on our relationship and our careers for now, and when the time is right, we’ll know."

The interviewer smiled warmly, clearly touched by your sincerity. "That’s a very thoughtful approach. It’s clear that you two are very much in sync and that you have a strong foundation to build on when the time comes."

As the interview drew to a close, the conversation shifted to lighter topics—favorite vacation spots, hobbies you enjoyed together, and your shared love of cooking. The mood in the room was relaxed, the conversation flowing easily as you and Rafe shared more glimpses into your life together.

Finally, the interviewer wrapped things up with a closing remark. "It’s been an absolute pleasure talking with you both today. Your fans are going to love getting this inside look at your relationship. Thank you for being so open and honest."

You smiled, genuinely appreciative of the opportunity to share your story. "Thank you for having us. It’s been a lot of fun."

Rafe nodded in agreement, his hand still intertwined with yours. "Yeah, we’ve really enjoyed it. It’s nice to be able to show people a bit more of who we are."

As the cameras stopped rolling and the crew began to pack up, you felt a sense of accomplishment. The interview had gone even better than you’d hoped, and you couldn’t wait to see the final result. But more than that, you were grateful for the chance to reflect on your journey with Rafe—how far you’d come as a couple, and how much further you were still excited to go.

After the interview, you and Rafe were led to another part of the studio for a photoshoot. The photographer directed you through a series of poses, capturing the easy intimacy between you. Rafe’s arm was constantly around you, pulling you close, and you found yourself laughing more often than not, his playful remarks easing any lingering nerves.

During a break, as the crew adjusted the lighting, you and Rafe sat together on a loveseat, scrolling through your phones and chatting about the day’s events.

“This has been fun,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. “It’s nice to be able to share a bit of our story with the world.”

Rafe kissed the top of your head. “Yeah, it’s been a good day. And I’m glad we got to do it together. I can’t imagine doing this kind of thing with anyone else.”

You smiled, lifting your head to meet his gaze. “Neither can I.”

As you continued to sit there, a comfortable silence settling between you, you couldn’t help but reflect on how far you had come as a couple. From co-stars to best friends, and now husband and wife—it had been a journey full of ups and downs, but it had only strengthened your bond.

That evening, back at home, you and Rafe decided to unwind with a quiet dinner together. The table was set with candles, and the soft hum of jazz played in the background. You talked about everything and nothing, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company.

After dinner, you curled up on the couch together, scrolling through social media and watching as the first clips of your interview started to surface online. Fans were already commenting on how in love you both seemed, how genuine your connection was.

You paused the video when the question about kids came up again. “Do you think people will ever stop asking us about this?” you asked, half-joking.

Rafe chuckled, pulling you closer. “Probably not. But I don’t mind. It means people care about us and our future. And honestly, I’m excited about it too—when the time comes.”

You looked up at him, your heart swelling with love. “Me too. But for now, I’m happy with just us.”

He smiled, his eyes reflecting the same warmth you felt. “Me too.”

You snuggled closer, feeling contentment wash over you. The future was a vast, unknown expanse, but with Rafe by your side, you knew it would be filled with love, laughter, and countless more memories to treasure.

As the night wore on, you found yourself drifting off to sleep, wrapped in Rafe’s arms, secure in the knowledge that whatever came next—whether it was starting a family or continuing to chase your dreams together—you were ready to face it together.

And that was all that mattered.

[munsonsmixtapes]

Angel

Evan “Buck” Buckley x fem!shy!probie!reader

summary: You and Buck have been acting weird since the night at the bar and the other members of the 118 get suspicious of your relationship

word count: 2k

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The kitchen was empty when you showed up to work. You had gotten there early to prepare the meal you were going to share together to thank the crew for being so welcoming. You had a big feast planned out and were really looking forward to everyone enjoying the meal you prepared for them and the time that it took to do so.

Not only had you wanted to impress Bobby, but you also wanted to impress Buck…maybe a little. You hadn’t stopped thinking about him since the night before and were suddenly really excited to see him.

It seemed like everyone entered at the same time and they all followed the smell of your cookies that had cooled down just enough. Buck was the first to enter the kitchen and he reached for a cookie, but you slapped his hand before he could get one.

“Damn, slugger,” he winced as he clutched his hand to his chest in a dramatic manner. You had every intention of letting him have a cookie, but now you kind of wanted him to work for it.

“Who’s slugger?” Hen asked as she got a cookie and took a bite.

“No one,” Buck winked at you. “Just an inside joke.” You felt your cheeks warm and you lowered your head, feeling your cheeks warm.

“An inside joke?” Eddie asked as he also got a cookie and took a huge bite out of it. “This is so good. What’s the occasion?”

“Yes,” you nodded your head. “And I just wanted to make you guys something to thank you.” You felt yourself becoming all shy again despite how close you were getting to everyone.

“You didn’t have to thank us,” Bobby spoke up as he entered the kitchen, followed by Chimney and Ravi, all reaching for the baking sheet, now the only one not with a cookie being Buck. “You’re family now.”

Your heart warmed at the words and you turned to Bobby who gave you a smile. You then turned back to Buck who was already looking at you, a smirk playing on his pink lips. You picked up a cookie off the sheet and handed it to him, your fingers brushing as he reached out to grab it.

“Well, since we’re family, I’m making you all my best dish. Homemade lasagna.”

“Sounds great,” Eddie gave your shoulder a squeeze and Buck didn’t miss it, still unsure of whether or not something was happening between the two of you. He really hoped there wasn't.

“Is there going to be garlic bread?” He asked and you gave him a look as if to say "Really?"

“You're right," he chuckled. "Stupid question."

"Of course there's going to be garlic bread, Buckley. And salad and more cookies." You smiled to yourself proudly as you watched the rest of the crew devour the cookies you had gotten up early to bake.

"Good," Chimney spoke up. "Because these definitely won't last until dinner." He grabbed another cookie and chewed on it.

"Yeah," Ravi chimed in, grabbing another one as well. At that point, it was hard to keep track of how many there were to begin with. You were so glad you had doubled the recipe at the last minute.

Buck moved closer to you, letting his shoulder brush yours and you were still unsure of his intentions as far as you were concerned. You were still very unsure whether or not he was actually interested in you. Maybe you'd have to ask Eddie since asking Buck himself was definitely not something you felt ready to do.

Even though you were getting more comfortable with him since you had hung out at the bar the night before, you still didn't feel as close to him as you did to Eddie, who had become your closest friend in the 118. He was like a brother to you and you were very grateful to have him.

You turned in his direction, but you weren't thinking about him. Buck had invaded your mind and all you could think about was how you should have just taken the chance and kissed him in the elevator the night before like you had wanted to. You weren't sure how it would have played out, but you would have hoped that he would have returned it.

"Whatcha thinking about over there, slugger?" Buck nudged your shoulder and you immediately pulled your attention away from Eddie, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"Nothing," you shook your head.

"If you like him, you should say something," he said low enough for just you to hear.

"I don't like Eddie." And you didn't. Not like that, anyway. You were afraid you were starting to feel that way about Buck, though. But you were going to push those feelings down because you didn't think that getting involved romantically with a coworker was the best idea. You had seen that play out so many times and it never ended well.

"Well, it seems like you do with the hearts that were forming in your eyes." How were you going to explain that you were thinking about him and just happened to be looking in Eddie's direction? And it would have been just downright embarrassing to admit that you were thinking about kissing him. As far as you were concerned, you were going to take that secret to your grave.

"Alright, I guess I believe you," he nudged you shoulder one more time before grabbing one more cookie than heading over to the couch to take a seat.

Buck didn't understand how you couldn't see how he felt about you. Everyone else in the 118 could, so why did you seem so clueless? And why couldn't tell if his feelings were reciprocated? That was something that was so obvious to him, but you were just a big question mark. You were mysterious and he couldn't figure you out for the life of him.

He knew that you were shy and maybe he just needed to get closer to you for you to fully open up. But then there was Eddie. You were definitely close to him and Buck was definitely jealous of that even though he'd never admit it. Every time he watched the two of you, he felt sick to stomach and would suddenly be filled with anger.

He watched Eddie whispering something as the two of you sat on the couch, not even aware that he was crumbling his cookie in his fist, catching the attention of Chimney. He sat to the left of him, completely blocking his view of you and Eddie and maybe that was for the best.

“What’s going on, Buck?” Chimney asked and Buck just furrowed his eyebrows.

“Nothing,” Buck shook his head.

“Well, something clearly made you upset since you crumbled your cookie.” Buck looked down and opened his hand, the cookie crumbs falling to the table.

“It’s nothing, Chim, I swear.” Buck knew that Chimney was just looking out for him, but it just seemed like he was trying to pry and Buck didn’t like that. Not one bit. This was no one’s business but his own. And maybe yours if he ever got the guts to tell you how he felt.

“Well, let’s just say that if looks could kill, Eddie would definitely be dead.”

Buck sat with the words the entire day, deciding that he was finally going to tell you after work. He could see how it would play out so clearly in his head. He’d show up at your apartment and tell you exactly how he felt about you and you’d respond with a kiss before telling him that you felt the same way. You’d then invite him inside and the two of you would snuggle up on your couch and watch a movie, your night filled with nothing but kisses and giggles.

But all of that came crashing down when he watched Eddie chasing you around the firehouse. As soon as he caught you, he picked you up and spun you around, giggles spilling from both of your mouths. Nothing going on between you and Eddie his ass. He didn’t want to see the rest of the interaction and hurried to his locker to grab his stuff. He really needed to get the hell out of there as soon as possible.

“Damn, where’s the fire, Buck?” Hen chuckled. “Got a hot date?”

“Something like that,” Buck muttered under his breath as he put the strap of his bag over his shoulder, making a beeline for his jeep just in time to watch you and Eddie exit the firehouse to the parking lot.

“Hey, Eds,” you called after him. Eds? Yeah, Buck was so fucked. “Can I get a ride to the bar? I left my car there last night.”

“Sorry, I have to go pick up Chris. But Buck should be able to.” Eddie was trying his hardest to set the two of you up and he was hoping that now he would finally be successful. He had hoped that leaving the two of you alone at the bar the night before would have made you confess your feelings to each other, but considering the fact that you weren’t acting like a couple, he was beginning to think that didn’t happen.

“Is that okay, Buck?” There was no fucking way that he was going to be in a car alone with you. You were a taken woman and he was afraid of what he would do. He wanted to kiss you so bad and he definitely wasn’t going to hurt his best friend by doing so.

“Sure, come on.” He nodded his head towards the parking lot and you followed him. He should have known that he couldn’t say no to you. Once you were both in his jeep, he sped off to the bar, simultaneously wanting you to be out of the car as soon as possible but also wanting to spend time with you. He couldn’t seem to make up his mind. Especially since it seemed like you were dating his best friend.

Buck was suspiciously quiet as he drove, maybe going a little bit over the speed limit. You looked over at him and could see that his jaw was clenched and he seemed very upset. What had happened that the man who never shut up had been rendered speechless? Surely it had been your fault, right?

“Buck?” You asked, turning to look at him again. He kept quiet, not even looking your way. “Buck, c’mon, what’s going on?”

“Nothing,” he shook his head. “It’s stupid.”

“I bet it’s not. I know we’re not exactly close, but you can tell me, I promise.” His anger was reaching its peak as he pulled into the parking lot of the bar. He pulled into a spot and put the jeep in park before getting out, making his way towards the building. He couldn’t tell you now. He really couldn’t.

“Buck,” you called after him as you followed his lead, trying to catch up to him. “Buck, please,” you pleaded.

Now he felt like a dick. All you were trying to do was talk to him and he was treating you like garbage. You didn’t deserve that. Especially when you didn’t do anything wrong.

“You wanna know what’s going on?” He asked, turning around to face you. “Fine,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I like you, okay?”

Your eyebrows furrowed at his words. Of course he liked you. You were friends, right? Unless there was some underlying meaning to his words that you were missing.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the moment you stepped into the fire house and it’s driving me fucking crazy.” He was stepping closer to you and you were just trying to wrap your head around the whole thing. He liked you? As more than a friend? Since when?

“You like me?” That was not what you thought he was going to say. It was very common for the people you liked to not reciprocate your feelings, shutting you down time and time again. But this was different. Buck liked you. He liked you and as more than a friend.

“I do,” he nodded. “But don’t worry about it. I know you’re with Eddie.” Where had he gotten that impression? You and Eddie were friends. Just friends, absolutely no attraction between you. And Buck should have known that.

“Buck, I’m not with Eddie,” you laughed. “He’s just a friend. More like a brother, actually.”

“You what-”

“I like you,” you told him, taking his hands in yours. His eyes widened then he looked on either side of him, but you grabbed him by his face, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “Yes, you, Buck.”

“But, what about-”

“For once in your life will you please just shut up?” You asked and pressed your lips to his. He gasped into your mouth but he eventually melted into you, wrapping his arms around your waist as his lips slotted between yours.

It was soft and sweet and everything either of you could have imagined. His lips were just as soft as you were hoping and he seemed to pour all of his feelings for you that he had accumulated over the past few weeks into the kiss, making you feel nothing but special.

Just as he licked into your mouth, a rain droplet hit your cheek. You pulled away just as it started to downpour and Buck grabbed you by the hand and pulled you under the awning to shield you both from the rain and his lips found yours once again and he smiled into it.

“What?” You laughed.

“Nothing,” he pecked your lips. “You’re just an angel.”

[sexlapis]

i only see you

⤷ cw : jealousy, doubt, a little bit of arguing, angst to fluff but not too bad :)

actor! toji x gn actress/actor! reader

a/n: i decided to put these two asks together. great minds think alike!

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you regret coming here.

arms crossed, lips downward, and brows so furrowed that they basically cast a shadow over your eyes as you watched toji and his…co-worker from afar.

toji was played a minor role in quite a popular tv series and that popular tv series included a..love interest. now of course, toji asked you first if it was okay - he would’ve never agreed to the role if it made you sad or uncomfortable. being the good partner that you were, not wanting to limit his career choices because of your own feelings, you easily gave him permission to do so.

you’re starting to regret that too.

the actress is so obviously into him, which of course wouldn’t have been a problem if toji wasn’t your boyfriend. she has been like this all of the times you have visited toji on set. you two haven’t decided to go public yet, but god right this second, you wish you had.

and she is gorgeous. tall, long and silky brown hair, bright green eyes, a model-like visage…you attempt to push down that nasty feeling of jealousy that builds up inside of you, but it’s useless. you hated seeing this, really. and if you are honest with yourself, you’d admit that you never want toji to take any acting roles where he would have a love interest, because you hated seeing toji being lovey dovey with another person. even if it was just ‘acting’.

toji sits in his directors chair on his phone while the model stands besides him, speaking. you can’t hear what they’re saying, but she’s clearly trying to look attractive for him - twirling her hair, discreetly pushing her cleavage together, biting and licking her lips…you know your boyfriend was hot but god, does she have to be so obvious? it made you kind of sick.

and then she does something unbelievable.

the model runs her finger up toji’s bicep, circling around him like he’s prey to stand behind where he sits and starts massaging his shoulders.

your jaw is basically on the floor at this point, shocked at her audacity (even thought she is doing this under the assumption that toji is a single man).

toji eyes widen a little, and he looks a little awkward. and then he looks up at her and smiles.

smiles?

your eyes wander around and you see that the crew members are also looking at this little display of…whatever the hell it was. they whisper amongst themselves, taking small glances at where you stand and you decide you’ve seen enough, already embarrassed enough, you leave the set without saying goodbye to toji. you want nothing more than to return home to the comfort of your apartment.

౨ৎ

it’s the next day and you haven’t spoken to toji since that..incident.

you decide to distract yourself with baking, reading, crocheting, painting, all of your hobbies to make you forget about what happened yesterday.

sure, you could just speak to toji, but this has happened twice now, so you think you have the right to give toji a little silent treatment.

you’re laying on your couch reading a booking when your phone buzzes on the coffee table. sighing, you pick it up, unlocking it. there’s a message from your friend shoko.

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shoko

[link] ???????????

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you hesitantly click on the link, lowkey scared for what it is. it’s a celebrity news article from a few hours ago, talking about how toji and his new co-worker are dating.

“inside sources have told us that toji and his co-worker, a model playing his love interest, are dating! sorry tojiyn lovers, your ship has sank!”

it’s mocking wording pisses you off and makes your eye twitch. no matter how long you have been famous for, the lies of the media are something you will never get used to.

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shoko

it’s already trending on twitter…

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that sets you off and you throw your phone across the room, screaming in your hands.

it was probably those crew members, you thought bitterly.

there is a knock at your door. that’s odd, you weren’t expecting any visitors or packages today.

sighing, you walk over the door but not before looking through the peephole first. the sight has you huffing.

you open the door and there stands toji.

“you ready to talk to me now or what?” he asks in his usual brash, straightforward manner.

you’re already walking away to the kitchen to make yourself tea, leaving the door open as an unspoken invitation. “wow, not even a ‘hello?’ she really has changed you, huh?”

“what?” toji walks to where you are, careful not to make any sudden movements that would piss you off more than you already are, “who’s she? what the hell are you talking about?”

you grunt, setting the water to boil and taking your favourite mug out. you turn to retrieve a teabag but toji is cornering you, pressing and trapping you against the counter.

“ugh, toji!” you groan, trying to escape his arms for barriers but he doesn’t budge.

“no.” he says firmly before taking on a softer tone. “talk to me..please.”

crossing your arms, you lean back on the counter and look at the floor. “what’d you wanna know?”

“i wanna know why you ain’t talkin’ to me.”

“i don’t know why don’t you go ask your new girlfriend!” you shout, ashamed to admit that a few tears formed in your eyes after that outburst of yours.

“my new-? _____, what are you…oh…this is about her.”

“her who?!” you almost shout again, impatient and throwing your arms around. “the one who you let just fucking touch you and massage you all the time?”

“oh, baby.” toji sighs, cupping your face, wiping the tears that you didn’t even know started to fall. “i know, i know. i shoulda told her to cut it out way sooner than i did..jus’ didn’t wanna make shit weird on set. but that don’t matter, i shoulda done it to make you feel okay..’m sorry..”

you hum, nuzzling your cheek into his palm. you missed his touch even thought it had only been a day.

i’m so lame.

toji hugs you and you wrap your arms around his waist, resting your face on his pectoral.

“..and i did tell her i’m with someone.” you look up, afraid he told her about your relationship. “i didn’t tell ‘er it was you, don’t worry. ‘said she was sorry and won’t push any boundaries.”

“…you believe her?” you ask, honestly doubtful and still a little jealous because of that whole fiasco.

“well, ‘m just gonna have to.” he kissing the top of you head before pulling your face away from his chest, making you look up at him. “but hey, you don’t gotta worry about anythin’ like that, sweetie. seriously. i only have eyes for you. nobody else. i…i only love you.. believe that.”

“toji..” you warble, pushing your face into his chest again.

toji chuckles, face a little red due to his own words and speaks again. “but you gotta promise me you’ll just talk to me if i do somethin’ that makes you sad, okay? i don’t wanna go around pissin’ my girlfriend off all the time.”

you laugh, sniffling. “yes, i promise.”

toji smiles down at you, kissing your forehead. you both stand there embracing each other for a few moments before he decides to break the silence.

“why don’t you make toji some tea too? ♡.”

a teabag is thrown in his face.

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a/n i enjoyed writing this one a lot <3

[zegawega]

why lord dominator is canonically a lesbian essay(provided with actual evidence… for those who don’t think she is)

Aren’t you sick and tired of deathstar shippers spreading misinformation on dominator’s canon sexuality when the evidence is right in front of their face? Especially when they try to deny it so badly after explaining to them why it's considered disrespectful to just freely headcanon her on whatever because it goes against her character?(Talk about Dominator ‘lovers’ am i right?) It takes about only one google search to find the answer, but Lord Dominator IS in fact canonically a lesbian and heavily implied to be aroace and there's enough provided evidence to support it. I'm gonna explain using reliable sources such as Dave Thomas's tumblr page, the charity stream, etc. and also demonstrating how the show already depicts that representation.

Starting off, Nate Stevenson, which is one of the writers for the show, confirmed in a charity stream that lord dominator was intentionally written to be a lesbian. Especially in one of the episodes, ‘The Night out’ where she interacts with sylvia which is the first and only episode she only showed a bit of interest and it was with a woman. Althoe Nate DID claimed he did not have full authority over everything, he still wrote for the show and SPECIFICALLY for dominator. The intent was there from the start, and It makes it pretty clear for what they were going for. The only character Nate didn’t have much influence over is sylvia’s , considering she was more of craig mccracken’s focus.

While others might disagree and claim that “it was just a little head canon from a random crew member” this argument holds low values. Nate stevenson is more than just a ‘random crew member’. In fact, he’s a well known creator who made shows like ‘She-Ra’, one of the most well-known queer animated series, and a person who direct hand in shaping dominators character. If a person who helped shaped a character say they were written as a lesbian, then it’s canon. He’s not just some fan throwing out a headcanon, he’s an established writer who does have authority over characters he works on for peak sake.

Another thing, it’s not just one writer explicitly saying dominators sexuality. The entire crew does agree with the fact that dominator is a lesbian. Craig McCracken who created the show and ALSO works as a writer for the show holds confirmation and allows other people’s ideas for the episodes or characters dialogue and thoughts. Heck, he literally wrote the idea for ‘The Night Out’ episode and worked alongside with Nate and other writers who shipped sylava. That’s honestly enough of confirmation that he holds. on the side of Dave Thomas, a writer and animator for the series, he replied on a tumblr post to someone asking along the lines about sylava being implied stating “Their sails will be filled with wind, i can assure you.” This obviously doesn’t mean lord dominator is a lesbian only because of her interaction with sylvia in that episode per-se, she was going to have her own sapphic joke that originally said “blaster? i hardly KNOW her!” but got censored by disney and decidedly switched to “annihilation? i thought her name was susan!”

In complementary to that, This goes for the fact that the show in general basically depicts how she is a lesbian, not just the night out. She shows no interest in any other male character in the show, whenever a male character tries to flirt with her or hit on her (whether that’d be emperor awesome, lord hater, etc.) she does show strong discomfort and/or even mocks it. Commander peepers literally said in the show word by word “i don’t think dominator is the type of person to date anyone” However , if she were to date someone, she would want that person to “make her feel good about herself” and “someone who inspired her be the best version of her evil self she could be” stated by dave thomas.

Of course she’s not gonna tell it straight to your face that she’s a lesbian and go onto detail how she likes when big black woman twerk on screen(considering that would have nothing to do with the plot) but they do show signs in front of you where she clearly doesn’t like men at all, those type of signs for you to catch on and understand. Take it as an example with wander’s character and his OCD, he shows so much signs in front of you that he does have it but doesn’t explicitly say that he does.That is honestly what makes WOY’s representation likable, they don’t TELL you but they show you. And it’s ridiculous to me how people think representation on media is only when a character is actually stating it and deny once the truth is told cause it doesn’t fit their ships preferences.

For more information how she can be aroace, it was never really the writers intent for her to be labeled as that, nor was it really canonically said. HOWEVER based on what i said before how she wouldn’t date anyone, it does align with the fact how she can heavily implied to be one.

Clearly stating, lord dominator is canonically a lesbian and heavily implied to be aroace based off of the crew’s intent for her character and what they were going for. The show itself already shows that, so there shouldn’t really be a huge debate over it.

[fairy-writes]

SIREN SONG

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Fandom(s): Kaiju No. 8

Pairing(s): Hoshina Soshiro x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Genre(s)/Tag(s): Female!Reader, Siren!Reader, Kind of a Pirate AU? I reference the Trojan War if that helps define this

Notes: EPIC: THE MUSICAL HAS ME BY THE THROAT THAT’S ALL I’M SAYING

(Also, this is based on the Greek mythological sirens, not mermaids)

I decided to cut this off where I did and hope to do a part two in the future. Lmk if you guys want to see a second part!

JUST IN TIME FOR HOSHINA’S B-DAY, LET’S GOOOO

PART TWO: BIRD IN FLIGHT

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He found you in the water. 

At first, Soshiro thought you were a clump of seaweed. But then he noticed that it was a person floating in the water, not plants. And that there were feathers sprouting from your back before realizing just what was going on. 

You were a siren. 

So he did the only logical thing in his mind. 

And brought you aboard. 

It took three days for you to wake up. 

You were kept down in the brig behind iron bars. Your hands were bound with cast iron shackles, though Soshiro had a sneaking suspicion that you were too weak to do anything. He could see your ribs through the baggy and loose dress you wore about your person. Your hands, though scaly and bird-like, were thin and bony. 

Captain Ashiro stationed Soshiro to watch you, seeing as he found you in the first place and brought you aboard without consulting her. But Soshiro didn’t mind. It just gave him a chance to catch up on reading. 

At least… Until you opened your eyes. 

Soshiro is roused from his reading stupor by an ungodly screech and clang. He jolts, looking up from his book to see you clinging to the bars, your pretty face twisted in a surprisingly ugly snarl. Your scaly hands tug ferociously at the hardened iron, your chains rattling against the bars. 

He just smiles, 

“So you’re awake then? That’s good. How are you feeling?” He says conversationally, and your snarl twists. You open your mouth and let out a screech that rattled his eardrums and made him flinch involuntarily. 

Damn, you had some pipes. 

But that doesn’t deter him from attempting to talk to you again. 

“Can you understand me? Do you speak our language?” That just earned him another screech. In fact, any attempt at speaking to you had you caterwauling in such a way he was sure those on deck could hear him. 

It was then that Captain Ashiro came downstairs, hands over her ears.

“What is that infernal—Oh…” She trailed off when she spotted you, and you let out another godforsaken wail. Your clawed hands rattle the bars of your cage, but it does little good. You haven’t eaten in three days, had no water in just as long, and were weak to begin with. 

Soshiro didn’t get to give you more than a once-over, but he knew that you were injured. Burns disintegrated the feathers along your back. You had deep gouges that were half-healed and sick with infection. Scars crisscrossed your throat. 

Almost as if someone had tried to rip it out.

 It took an additional three days before things changed. 

In that time, Soshiro spent most of it down in the brig, talking to you. You still wouldn’t let him touch you without restraints, so he enlisted two crew members, Hibino Kafka, and Kaguragi Aoi, to help hold you in place. 

Because he very well couldn’t help you by himself with you trying to bite his fingers off. 

It took some convincing to get Kafka and Aoi to step inside the brig to help you. But it helped that Captain Ashiro was just as interested in you as he was. So an order it became, and they nervously stepped behind the iron bars. Soshiro almost felt bad to see you crouched in the corner, teeth bared, and wings spread as far as the injuries would let them. 

However, it was almost stupidly easy to get ahold of you. You couldn’t fly—there wasn’t enough room, and there were also your injuries to account for—and you couldn’t muscle your way past the two biggest members of the crew. So you were quickly detained, and he set to work attempting to help you. 

Keyword being attempted. 

Because you kept snapping at anyone who came close. And while you didn’t have a beak like a bird, you did have wickedly sharp teeth that would likely cause all sorts of infections if they broke the skin. 

Eventually, after about an hour of trying to get close, he thought of something. 

“Captain? Could you do me a favor and retrieve some food from the cook?” He asked as he crouched before you. The two men holding your taloned hands and pinned your wings shifted uncomfortably. “Uhh… Quartermaster Hoshina? Why are we feeding the… siren?” Hibino Kafka asked, clearly unsure about this plan. He whispered the last word, “siren,” as if he wasn’t sure he was even allowed to speak the word aloud. 

Soshiro shrugged, 

“We don’t want a dead siren on the boat. It’s best to keep her alive until we find out what to do with her.” He said. Aoi didn’t say anything, but Soshiro could tell he was uncomfortable. Kafka swallowed hard as he looked back to where you were snarling up at him from your place, pinned on the floor. 

For someone so large, he sure was a scaredy cat. 

It was then that Captain Ashiro returned with a bowl of what looked like porridge. Were they really that low on food? Well… They had just spent the last ten years fighting in the Trojan War… It made sense that they were at least a little low on food. 

“The cook wasn’t able to make much. But I hope this will work.” Captain Ashiro said, and Soshiro just hummed as he took the bowl and entered the prison cell. 

“Let her up. Just don’t let her do anything.” He ordered, and the two men holding your arms did so slowly. They kept your arms twisted behind you, your wings pinned to your back with their free hands. 

You thrashed and flailed as best you could, snapping at anything that came close with those wickedly sharp teeth of yours. But Soshiro could see you panting and heaving, and your skin had a sickly sweat on it. An idiot could tell you weren’t feeling too hot. 

So, Soshiro crouched down to your eye level and held out the spoon with a heaping spoonful of the porridge. He could see the wheels turning in your head. 

Should you take the food? 

Should you try and attack?

He could hear your stomach rumbling and offered a friendly smile. 

“It’s all yours.” He says, and you freeze, which doesn’t go unnoticed. 

So you could understand him. 

However, he didn’t make a big deal of it and instead hovered the spoon closer to your mouth. He could practically see you salivating and pushed the spoon until it was almost touching your lips. 

That was the final straw, and you opened your mouth, not even blowing on the food before devouring the spoonful. You must’ve been starving. Soshiro quickly offered another spoonful, and it was the same as before. You all but inhaled the food, and before he knew it, the bowl was empty. 

You sighed almost dreamily at what must’ve been a full belly and sagged forward against Kafka and Aoi’s grip. Captain Ashiro handed Soshiro a waterskin, and he poured some—not too much, though—into your waiting mouth. You swallowed the water greedily and gasped for air as soon as the waterskin was empty. 

“I brought some herbs to treat her wounds.” Captain Ashiro said, and immediately, you stiffened. 

Why? 

Soshiro took the herbs and poultices from his captain and scooted closer. 

“I’m going to clean your injuries. Is that okay?” He asked, and it was just like before. You opened your maw and let out an ear-splitting screech. Spittle splattered his face, but he wasn’t phased. It wasn’t like you could do anything. 

Instead, he sighed and stood up. 

“Let’s deal with her wounds later. We don’t want to stress her out too much.” He said brightly, and Kafka and Aoi were more than happy to let you go and scramble from the cell. Soshiro couldn’t get closer after that. So, he left you alone. 

The clang of the cell door was deafening. 

The next day, Soshiro went down to the cell and found you collapsed on the floor, still as a corpse. He wasn’t even sure if you were breathing. 

Were you dead?

Soshiro couldn’t get the cell door open fast enough, key fumbling in his hand as he tried to fit it into the damn lock. 

Only to realize that was his mistake. 

The second the cell door was open, you were on him, snarling and snapping as you tried to claw his eyes out. His hands were on your forearms, leaning his head to the side to avoid your snapping jaws. 

The two of you wrestled—you were surprisingly strong for being starving—and thrashed and fought until he managed to come out on top. Your wings were bunched awkwardly beneath you, your face twisted in anger and pain and agony as he heard the delicate bones in your wings crunch and break. 

That caused him to get off, albeit a bit slowly. Shallow scratches littered his arms, but he was much more concerned about the state of your wings. 

“Now, now,” He soothed, holding his hands up, but you were all but gone by then. Scrambling up the stairs and onto the ship’s deck. Crew members scattered and shrieked as you stretched your broken wings and lashed out with your splintered taloned fingers. 

“Don’t hurt her!” Soshiro bellowed as he reached the top of the stairs, taking in your appearance. The scabs of your infected burns and gashes had cracked along your back. Blood and pus oozed down your back and sides, soaking your linen dress. 

Crew members had drawn their swords and surrounded you. Captain Ashiro cried out for them to drop their weapons, and slowly, hesitantly, they did so. You were trying in vain to fly away, but your wings could no longer carry your weight. 

He had hurt you. Possibly permanently. 

Would you ever fly again?

And that thought that he had maimed such a beautiful creature cracked his chest wide open, baring his heart for the world to see. 

You were eventually wrestled back into the brig in the belly of the ship. The ship’s doctor had managed to splint your wings and clean your wounds while Kafka and Aoi held you down again. 

All the while, Soshiro stayed in his quarters, pacing back and forth, feeling annoyed with himself. He should’ve known your wings would break so easily! He should’ve known that you would try and escape. Anyone with a brain would’ve tried to escape that awful prison cell. 

A rap on his door roused him from his trance, and he paused in his pacing. 

“Come in.” He called, and Captain Ashiro entered the room. She looked exhausted. 

“She’s asleep right now. The medic gave her a dose of sleeping herbs to help her rest. He isn’t sure she’ll ever fly again, though.” She said solemnly, and he pinched the bridge of his nose but didn’t say anything. 

Captain Ashiro sighed, 

“Why did you bring her aboard?” She eventually asked, exasperated. Soshiro shrugged, 

“We are set to sail through the land of sirens. I thought she could be used to barter safe passage.” He said quietly, and Captain Ashiro’s eyebrows shot up. 

“That’s… Actually, a good idea.” She said though wariness colored her voice. Soshiro shrugged,

“I have good ideas sometimes. However, it’ll involve gaining the siren’s trust.” He said, and she deflated before an idea struck her. 

“I’ll let that job fall to you.” She said, and he opened his mouth to protest before she held up a hand, “You brought her aboard. She’s your problem now.” She said before leaving before he could say anything else. 

Soshiro went down to the brig where you were kept. 

You watched him with untrusting eyes, and he sat across from your cell. 

Gaining your trust…

How hard could it be?

[fairykingjing]

Fire Fist Ace x Reader- Lessons

First time writing for Ace, let’s see how it goes. Angsty smut with Zoro coming next!

Summary: You are the girlfriend of the infamous Fire Fist Ace. While he’s away on a mission, a new recruit shows up and decides to try and claim you as his. When Ace gets back, he realizes this new guy needs to be taught a lesson.

Warnings: established relationship, reader is a member of the whitebeard pirates, reader is stalked, new recruit is a creep, idk what else

WC: NA

You were enjoying a quiet day aboard the Moby Dick, waiting for your boyfriend Ace to return from his mission, when Pops called out to you. “Come over here for a moment, I’ve got someone I want you to meet!”

You approached, and saw an unfamiliar man with dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes. He smiled at you warmly, and extended a hand to shake. “I’m Nolan, the newest recruit! I’ll be under Ace’s division, from what I’m told.”

Pops went on to explain that Nolan had just joined their crew, and as Ace was away on mission, he thought you’d be a good fit to give the new guy a tour of the ship.

“I’d love to!” You responded, and off you went. You showed him where everything was, the cabins, mess hall, kitchen, infirmary, and various storage rooms. As you made your way back to the main deck, you bumped into Marco, your commander. “Hey Marco, meet our new recruit, Nolan!”

“Hey there,” Marco greeted. “You settling in okay? I imagine there’s a lot to take in.”

“It’s a lot, for sure, but having a beautiful tour guide helps,” Nolan responded, giving you a light nudge with his elbow.

You thought nothing of him calling you beautiful, perhaps he was just being nice, but Marco shot you a confused look. You only shrugged in response, before asking if he still needed help with some organizing in the infirmary.

“Sure, I’d love some help,” he said. “If we get started on it now, it shouldn’t take us long.”

Nolan shifted uncomfortably before speaking up. “Actually, I was hoping we could go back to the kitchen. I’m starving.”

“That’s okay,” you said. “You can head to the kitchen instead. I already ate, so I’m not really hungry.” You waved goodbye and headed off with Marco. Nolan stood in silence for a while, a mix of emotions bubbling up, before he made his way to the kitchen.

After you helped Marco, you went back to the main deck to do some training. While you were training, you couldn’t shake this feeling that eyes were on you. Yet every time you looked around, nobody was watching you. You brushed it off and continued on about your day, doing your usual chores and relaxation. At the end of the night, you said your farewells and headed off to bed. But as you approached the door to the cabin you shared with Ace, you saw Nolan leaning against it.

“There you are! Been looking for you,” he greeted. “I had a lot of fun with you today.”

“Oh, uh, glad you had a good first day. But why were you looking for me?” You questioned.

He took a step closer to you, and brought his hand up to rub your arm, then caressed your cheek. You flinched back, but he kept his hand on your face. “Just missed you is all,” he sighed. “God you’re so cute.”

You slapped his arm away, taking a big step back. “Look, I’m sorry if I gave off the wrong impression, but I’m not interested in you like that,” you corrected. “And besides, I’m dating your commander, Ace.”

He looked startled at that, but quickly composed himself. “What’s so great about this Ace guy, anyway?” He scoffed. “He’s not even here, so why don’t you let me show you what a real man can do?”

Before you could say anything you heard footsteps coming in behind you, and a welcome voice spoke out. “Just what did you have in mind, huh?” It was Ace, back from his mission a couple days early.

“Ace!” You squealed, and jumped into his arms. He wrapped his arms around you protectively, and then proceeded to glare at Nolan.

“I heard from Marco that you seem to have taken a liking to my girl,” Ace said accusingly. “She declined your advances so back off! This is your only warning.” Ace was always warm, but now he was burning with an intensity you had never seen before. His gaze was unwavering as his arms tightened around you.

“I… uh…” Nolan was stammering and at a loss for words. “I had no idea! I swear! She was so nice and I, uh, thought she was into me. Really!”

Ace laughed. “A likely story. Since I’m your commander, and since you tried to take advantage of a crewmate, my girlfriend no less, I’m going to teach you a lesson and see to it that you never step foot on this ship again.”

“W-wait! You can’t do this to me!” Nolan protested.

“Ha! I’m the 2nd division commander, with the support of the 1st division commander. You’re toast, kid.”

Nolan didn’t like the sound of that, and against his better judgement he lunged at Ace, arms outstretched to try and grab him. Ace dodged the attack with ease, and pushed you behind him. Before Nolan could go in for another lunge, Ace grabbed him by his throat and shoved him up against the wall. His grip crushing, Nolan gasped for a breath. Ace raised his other hand, producing a brilliant flame, and he would have ended Nolan’s life with it, if it weren’t for Marco showing up to stop him.

“Ace, put him down!” Marco yelled. “Don’t let your emotions get the best of you!”

“He was going to hurt her!” Ace seethed. “I can’t let him get away with this.”

“We won’t, but let’s take him to Pops. Don’t be rash,” Marco insisted.

Reluctantly, Ace dropped his arms, Nolan crumpling to the ground as he sucked in a big breath. “Here, you take him,” Ace growled, nudging him towards Marco.

Marco sighed and heaved Nolan up onto his feet. “C’mon, we’ll let Pops handle you.”

Ace approached you and carefully pulled you back into his arms. “Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“N-no, I’m okay. Just a little freaked out.” You said. “Though I think he’s been following me all day, watching from the shadows.”

“I’m so sorry,” Ace said. “I wish I could have been here to protect you.”

“You did protect me, Ace,” you reassured. The two of you stayed locked in a tight embrace for what felt like an eternity. What snapped you out of it was a commotion from the main deck. Pops could be heard yelling, though his exact words were hard to make out. “Sounds like Pops is the one handing out that lesson,” you laughed.

“Yeah,” Ace agreed. “Wanna go check it out?”

“Nah, I’m pretty worn out. Can we just cuddle instead?” You asked.

“Of course,” Ace answered. “I’ve missed that.”

The two of you wordlessly entered your shared cabin and collapsed onto the bed. You buried your head into the crook of his neck and smiled, breathing in his familiar scent.

“I love you,” Ace whispered.

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

The commotion outside carried on, but the two of you paid no mind as you drifted off to sleep.

[starshipdecay]

Toon Zelda redesigns! I've never been fond of the Toon Zelda design, and these girls deserve some individuality. Design notes and rambles below the cut :D

(time to turn the proper grammar off i aint capitalizing all this. warning: i am verbose)

first up, tmc zelda!

shes the one most like toon zelda, since i felt like the vibes fit the *most* (though not a lot). also, with her place on the timeline, i could justify a lot of bits, like the wings and the cape

the cape! obvs it comes from the toon zelda base design, but also it involves skyloftian fashion! i take the timeline as a challenge, and i once saw a take somewhere that the skyloftians all wear their family crests (most often birds lol) on their person. zelda here (and link too) do just that, wearing their family crests on little caplets. on the back is, of course the royal crest

i went very cutesy princess for her. tmc has such a *whimsical* vibe that i feel is very. muted? by the fact its stuck with the toon style. so i wanted to put in that vibe here. also her sprites make it look like her skirt is super poofy, so how could i not?

curly hair: i wanted something interesting, and most zeldas have straight hair. so! adds to the cuteness

i didnt draw it so well but she (and link) both have very sleepy expressions. zelda especially just has a sleepy expression in her sprite, its quite adorable.

shes not as decked out as other princesses, cuz i see tmc taking place before the royal family really starts to get *royal* as we see it. shes still of course got a tiara and some embroidery tho.

Tetra! her base design isnt all that changed from the original. her name is a fun hc of mine tho. i think "von Hyrule" sounds better as a surname than just "hyrule". shes not zelda, but shes still a descendant.

(WW) princess z (as i call her)

I went more oot zelda vibes for her, since she would be closer, temporally, to oot. i also went very warm, since ive never seen the flood as a *warm* endeavor.

shes got the shoulder danglies, as most zeldas have shoulder armor of some kind. the danglies instead of actual armor are supposed to kind of evoke a royal sea captain kind of vibe.

shes ghostly, with a fish-eyed stare. shes been dead and gone for a long time. shes also a bit taller and a few years older than tetra (as of ww). shes just some spectre the king saw in tetra, not at all a close match

tetra, being smaller than princess z, doesnt fit into the clothes. the dress is too big for her (as is in canon gd that skirt is WAY too long for her), the coat is baggy. the role of a princess *literally* does not fit her.

the ribbons! theyre my replacement for the wings, and they represent the wind in the game! since its represented by white lines, the ribbons are a perfect symbolic match. (also, a note, tetras hair is shorter and coarser than princess z's)

i mostly bullshitted the blue panel but the vague idea i gave it was 'a hope for the triforce to give good fortunes to the people' (pictured as dots, mostly behind her arms)

Pirate Queen Tetra

ph! about a year has passed, and tetra has really grown into her own! as well as literally grown!

shes still tetra, pirate and captain, but shes incorporated that royal heritage into her identity: quite literally! she made piecemeal of the original outfit (what was left of it anyway after the fight), and added bits and pieces to her new life.

she also takes full advantage of said heritage to call herself pirate queen. its great for branding. whos gonna say she CANT go by pirate queen?

the seagull feather is from Aryll. only crew member tetra wears a trinket from (who can say no to that ball of sunshine! certainly not tetra)

not many notes. yall can see whats there. (also she still wears her hair in a bun, its just in a low bun (you can almost see it) when she wears her hat)

st zelda!

first note is: shes not a princess! shes an heiress of the company tetra had made and left behind. hence her title of Lady zelda. ("new hyrule" rly just like-- the ending of ww was *literally* that hyrule is dead and thats okay. how did they miss that :sob emoji:) also calling her Lady Zelda fits with the train vibes

shes in a 1880s style bustle dress because 1) i am OBSESSED with bustle dresses. i love them. so much. 2) the more historical vibe works really well with trains! also a lot of the other outfits in the game have late victorian vibes, so shes certainly not out of place.

her hat (and gloves): any proper lady has a hat on when going about town, however, when she gets body snatched, she pulled out her hatpin to use (ineffectively) as a weapon (she IS tetras great-great-granddaughter), causing her to lose her hat *and* hairdo.

shes still got the hatpin in her ghost form, too. she uses it to threaten people for funsies

Ribbons! on the topic of hairdo, her ribbons! visually tying her to tetras design, the ribbons here instead take on the image of train tracks, with her pin (on the left side) evoking a train engine. the pin also makes her look rich and girly. when her hair comes undone, this makes the ribbons all loose, like how the train tracks disappear in game. (the hat also kinda connects her to tetra)

thanks for reading :D i hope you liked reading this as much as i liked typing it

[jenscx]

HAPPINESS — yu jimin x f!reader

jimin made you feel like life was worth living for.

TAGS — situationship, strangers to lovers, ive member!yn, jealousy, angst, fluff, birthday fic for jimin

WORDCOUNT — 3.8k

it hadn’t been long since you and karina met. by luck, she was attending a fashion show and had gravitated to you during the after-party. it was an unforgettable experience; one of the most gorgeous idols constantly hovering around you, eyes lingering on the silky black, backless dress you adorned, fingers dancing across your arms… needless to say, you had immediately asked for her contact information, only to receive a cryptic smile in return.

“why not just,” she whispered, “come back to my place instead?”

you had instantly declined, “i’m sorry, i don’t do that. and don’t you live with your members anyway?” karina merely shrugged, eyes twinkling with a gleam you couldn’t name. 

“then shouldn’t we go back to yours?”

exasperated, you shake your head, “i just said, i don’t do that. i was interested before, and you are jaw-droppingly beautiful, but i’m not intending to go anywhere tonight, karina.”

the girl hesitated for a few seconds. you raised an eyebrow. she grins, “call me jimin.”

it had only been a month since that interaction. since then, your relationship has progressed. from strangers to friends and now tethering on the edge of a relationship. or as your member yujin had described, a ‘situationship’. it was so easy to open up to jimin, her sweet talk, midnight chats and relentless insistence to annoy you had captured your attention. she was so stupidly cute. 

you had fallen. 

and jimin seemed to have as well. 

no one would stay up till midnight talking to a situationship unless they really liked them, right? 

and even though jimin had a schedule the next day, you and her were still in a heated discussion about which ice cream flavour was the superior one (it was always vanilla).

the alarm on your phone rang. in bright words read, ‘milan fashion show.’ you smile to yourself. it was another chance to see jimin after her hectic schedule. you barely had time to see her during her break, and now your schedules finally matched up. you couldn’t wait to see her.

jiminie [7.41am]:

hihihi good morning

i’ll see u ltr :))

ynie [8.20am]:

morning!

can’t wait. 

you turn your phone off with a bright grin, barely keeping your excitement under wraps. your flight was at 10 and by the time you reached milan, it would be around 11 in the evening. it was going to be a long flight, but the thought of seeing jimin again made your stomach tighten up. was this what people in relationships feel? it was so bizarre that the simple thought of someone could so easily make you feel breathless. 

unable to contain your exhilaration, you get some weird stares from your manager and assistants. meekly apologising, you close your eyes as they drive to the airport, dreaming of a certain main dancer.

you blink. how did you get here?

jimin, was just standing a few feet away from you, but she had barely spared you a glance the whole day. she didn’t even greet you or anything. even after the crew had asked for you two to stand together, jimin was at least a metre away, not daring to stand in your vicinity. you could cry.

especially with the heart eyes every other person was sending her way. you swallow the lump in your throat, staring at the man who stood a little close for comfort next to her. and throughout the show, you could only stare longingly at the back of her head, sighing every once in a while when the two of them would pose. it was devastating.

“you good?” one of the other attendants asked. you think you recognise them from a recent drama you’ve watched.

“yeah,” you mumble, taking a sip of the champagne in your glass. at the corner of your eye, you could see jimin and that man conversing, both sharing giggles and whispers. your grip on the glass tightens. groaning, you look away, trying to hide the hurt on your face from being ignored so obviously. all your attempts at conversation had been shut down and she brushed past all your waves.

you saunter to the corner, taking a seat and pulling out your phone.

yujin [9.27pm]:

how’s it gg

yn [10.14pm]:

it’s like i don’t even exist.

i don’t know what i should do

she keeps talking to some guy

yujin [10.15pm]:

girl gtfo

you agree with yujin. if karina wanted to ignore you, so be it. there was nothing for you to do anyway. after sending a quick message to your manager, you get back up, heading back to the group of actors and idols alike that were engaged in conversation.

coincidentally, karina and her partner for the night had joined as well. it wasn’t difficult to avoid eye contact when she wouldn’t even look in your direction.

“i’ve requested for more champagne,” one of them say, “anybody wants a refill?”

a murmur of chorus emerges.

the waiter stares at your glass expectantly, the bottle in his hand waiting.

“ah… no, i’m leaving soon,” you say awkwardly, handing your glass to another waiter passing by. karina’s head shoots up.

“shame,” they all agree.

“your manager’s picking you up?” karina finally speaks. you longed for her voice, but you’re not very appreciative of it now.

you nod, barely wanting to start a conversation with the girl.

“i’ll walk you out.”

can you really refuse in front of all these people? you already had a reputation of being a bitch. refusing karina’s offer was going to severely damage your image.

you just hold your tongue.

the cold air greets you warmly, unlike karina. you relish in the gusts of wind, waiting patiently outside the gala for your manager’s distinguishable car. karina hums a gentle tune, turning to you.

“how was the show?”

“good,” you reply, curt.

karina doesn’t back down.

“you had fun?” you nod.

“i didn’t get to talk to you at all, it’s sad you’re leaving now.”

you shrug.

“why are you leaving so early?”

“tired.”

“hm, okay.”

you stand in silence while karina fidgets beside you, her hands constantly twirling her hair and eyes darting around. cursing yourself, you take a quick glance at her. the girl’s deep, lush and dark hair flows charmingly in the wind. her eyes draw you in, hypnotising you deeply, full of uncertainty and hesitance for the first time you’ve met her.

“do you have something to say?” you ask. karina huffs, blowing her bangs covering her eyes.

“i do, but it just depends if you’ll listen to me.”

“depends on what you’re asking for,” you reply.

karina smiles, smaller than before, “stay. just for a few more minutes. with me.”

you contemplate. just for a few minutes.

“only until my manager comes.”

she falters, it’s the first time you’ve ever subtly rejected her company, but a practised mask of indifference is put on.

there’s an uncomfortable silence, one that neither of you are willing to acknowledge. you start to regret your decision; you should have just asked her to go back in, instead of waiting out here with you like a fool.

“minjeong’s been talking about this milan cathedral, called duomo di milano, it’s really pretty,” karina looks at you expectantly, “do you have the day off tomorrow for sightseeing?”

you answer slowly, “i do have the day off...”

“where are you staying? i’ll come pick you up.”

“but i don’t want to go, karina,” you complete your sentence. shock passes her face rather quickly.

“uhm, do you want to go somewhere else?”

you shake your head, wanting her to get the hint that you weren’t exactly jumping for the opportunity to hang out.

“we could go shopping at this galleria that aeri mentioned, it has a hotel and everything.”

“no, thanks for offering.”

karina’s tethering on the edge of distress, her face showing visible distraught by now, no longer caring to hide behind a mask of impassiveness. you check your phone again. notifications line your lock screen, most of them coming from yujin.

yujin [10.29pm]:

are u out of there yet

make sure to get back safe

also call me ltr i need to tell u smth

omg jiwon js told me she left seo at home alone

you smile at yujin messages. the leader’s caring nature makes your heart warm and the mention of your other members makes you miss them.

“your manager texting you?” karina asks.

“uh, no,” you reply vaguely, not very keen on talking to her. karina frowns.

“are you sick? do you feel unwell?” she lifts a hand up to touch your neck. the fleeting touch of her fingers already caused goosebumps against your skin.

“i’m fine, karina.”

the mention of her name makes her glare at you, “didn’t i say to call me jimin?”

unable to answer coherently, you settle for silence. karina huffs, seemingly getting irritated.

she opens her mouth once again, but the honk of a car distracts you. the window rolls down and you recognise your manager.

“thanks for uhm, staying here with me,” you bow, “have a good night.” you were upset, but that wouldn’t stop you from being polite.

karina merely watches you leave.

your manager gives you about five minutes of peace and tranquillity before unleashing an onslaught of questions onto you, like “why’d you leave?” or “did someone say something to you?” you answer truthfully to most of his questions.

unable to get a proper response, he just drives back and tells you to not get into any trouble on your day-off.

(“what trouble would i even get into?”

“i’ll actually quit if dispatch posts a photo of you drinking with your friends.”

“that would be impossible since i don’t have any friends.”)

meanwhile, yujin fills you in on the stupid shit your members get up to during your absence. like rei putting aluminium into the microwave and wonyoung just managing to stop her in time.

your phone lights up with notifications throughout the night and you hate the fact that it doesn’t bring you the same excitement like before. the morning after, a chain of messages graces your phone.

jiminie [9.17am]:

are u awake?

jiminie [9.20am]:

when are u gg back to korea?

hello?

ynie [9.31am]:

tmrw

jiminie [9.31am]:

do u feel like gg out tdy?

you turn off your phone, sighing. you would have felt bad for being so distant but the mere thought of karina with that guy yesterday night made you feel unneeded. why was she texting you and asking to hang out with you when she already had someone to go to?

there was no point overthinking about her.

karina would just be another failed situationship. she didn’t mean that much to you (she did). she wasn’t the first thing you thought of once you woke up (she was). and she definitely couldn’t be a good girlfriend for you (she definitely could be).

the hotel doorbell rings. you quirk an eyebrow, not remembering ever ordering room service. maybe your manager knew you wouldn’t be going out for breakfast.

you don’t bother checking the peephole, the hotel you were staying at was very tight on security and only celebrities stayed at this floor. you open the door, stomach grumbling at the thought of food.

“yn.”

oh.

karina stands at your door, a small smile on her face. you feel terribly underdressed compared to her in your bathrobe and messy bed hair.

“good morning,” you greet hoarsely.

“hurry up and get dressed.”

you stop karina from entering your room.

“what are you talking about?”

“we’re going out whether you like it or not. you shouldn’t rot in your room, you should be exploring milan, before you leave, with me.”

do you really have a choice to say no? (yes, you do).

in your heart, you knew in the end, you wouldn’t ever say no to karina.

“okay.”

she grins and you forget why you were even upset in the first place.

karina waits patiently while you finish getting ready. she’s on the balcony admiring the view when you’re done.

“where are we going?” you grab a mask and a cap as karina puts on her shoes again.

“it’s a surprise, and you don’t need those,” karina answers, pointing at the items in your hand. you frown.

“people will recognise me. they’ll see me with you.”

karina shakes her head, “it’s fine, i don’t mind it.”

i mind it though.

you end up leaving them by your bedside table.

“where are we going?” you repeat as karina drags you out of the door. she groans, “stop asking! i already told you it’s a surprise.”

“i need to tell my manager.”

karina pouts, “i’ve already contacted him, just stop worrying about everything.”

her words seem so easy to believe now. to stop worrying about everything.

the streets of milan are filled with cafes and luxury brands. with it being one of the most visited cities, tourists and locals alike roam the area. at every corner, there’s either an art gallery or museum. you must admit that the architecture is simply amazing. quaint bookstores and coffee shops provide a sense of peace away from the bustling metropolitan city. milan was beautiful.

karina pulls you into a cafe, the strong aroma of coffee already filling your senses. there’s a quiet ambience of chatter and the soft footsteps of the waiters walking around. the girl brings you to one of the tables near the window. it gives you a view of a clothing shop adjacent to the cafe, full of customers.

“milan’s called a fashion capital,” karina remarks, “it’s one of europe’s most dynamic cities.” when you don’t reply, karina stands up, awkwardly saying, “i’ll go order our food.”

you nod.

she comes back soon, red in the face and fumbling with her wallet.

you ignore it.

“uhm, anyway, did you sleep well last night?”

“yeah.”

“okay… uh, what time is your flight tomorrow?”

“i think it’s in the morning,” you feel pity for karina who’s been desperately trying to keep the conversation going, “what about you?”

karina’s face lights up, “it’s at one in the afternoon.”

the waiter soon arrives with your food. its mouth-watering. karina hands the waiter a note and says something in italian that you don’t understand.

“you can speak italian?” you ask, curiosity taking over you.

“yeah, a little,” karina mumbles. she doesn’t seem to want to elaborate, so you don’t bother asking any more. you gorge yourself out with the pastries that karina ordered, all while she looks a little constipated and unsure.

“you’re not going to eat?”

“i… i already ate before coming here.”

you nod, continuing to chew.

“it’s so early, who’s awake to even eat with?”

karina mutters, “i ate with jaewook.” you swallow the piece of bread in your mouth. the sweetness you tasted on your tongue is gone, just left with a bitter taste. you regret even asking her. you regret coming out of your hotel to eat pastries with her at 9 in the morning.

your head feels clouded. it’s not only gravity pulling you down. it’s a wrangling chain clutching your heart, pulling it into your stomach. the more you think about karina and that guy together, the more you feel like puking out all the sweet treats you stuffed your mouth with. you wanted to get rid of anything related to her.

“are you okay?” she asks.

no, you want to reply.

“i wanna go back,” you say instead.

lying was always better than telling her the truth.

“what? no, uhm,” karina blurts out, panicked, “you can’t go back yet, we still have a lot to sightsee.”

“please let me go back,” you beg, feeling a wave of nausea take over. between her incessant pleading to not leave and the vision of the two of them, jealousy fills your every vein.

“i planned a lot for today and oh my god, yn—�� you can’t stand it anymore.

swiftly, you take out a wad of cash, placing it on the table and leaving the cafe without a second look behind. you stomp out quick, steady steps back to the hotel and you can feel karina hot on your heels. she calls out for your name, but to no avail do you turn back. you think of a plan. once you get back to your room, you’re going to block karina on everything. she’s never going to exist in your life ever again. if your job requires you to interact with her, it’s a bare minimum. you’ll break off contact with all of your mutual friends, ryujin, minjeong, maybe chaewon (but yujin and wonyoung would kill you).

it’s only when you reach a traffic light that karina catches up with you. once it flashes red, you groan. you can basically see karina’s triumphant smirk at the corner of your eye.

“are you done running now?”

you take a good look at karina. she’s panting, not more than you are, and her cheeks are flushed red.

the light flashes green.

“no.”

and the chase begins again.

karina tails you until you reach the hotel lobby. you open up your purse, searching for the keycard. karina is just a few steps behind.

you hear gasps of recognition behind you, the very reason you wanted to cover up your identity.

the moment the lift reaches the ground floor, you slide in, rapidly pressing the close button. karina, however, navigates through the crowd and manages to reach the lift in time.

you groan, your attempt at running away has failed. maybe you could still convince karina to leave you alone somehow. she wouldn’t try to break into your room, right?

“this is awkward now.”

“yeah, i wasn’t expecting you to follow me,” you sneer, “if a woman says she wants to leave, just let her leave for god’s sake.”

“okay, that’s my fault but you literally left out of nowhere, and you’ve been acting weird ever since last night,” karina argues back.

the lift beeps. you exit it with karina following you closely behind, still ongoing about your sudden change in behaviour.

“like last night, you left early and we didn’t even have time to talk or anything, and when i asked you about it you didn’t even explain anything?! just brushed me off and left! can you just tell me what’s going on?”

you two reach your room.

“i don’t need to explain myself to you. i said i was tired.”

“okay, but what about today? i planned the whole day for us to hang out and you just got up and left? what the hell! are you just an asshole who plays with people’s feelings? you told me you ‘can’t wait to see me’ and then just left like that,” karina raises her voice. a elderly couple passes you two and you feel self-conscious. you were just standing outside your room letting karina yell at you.

“come in then yell, you’re getting weird looks.”

karina inhales sharply, finally calming down.

you sit down on one of the lounge chairs, taking a deep breath.

“i really don’t have anything to explain to you. i’m sorry. and i’m not the one playing with people’s feelings here.”

“what? are you insinuating that i’m the one playing with your feelings?”

“uh, if the shoe fits?”

karina slaps your arm, “are you serious right now? can you just talk to me for once?! is this your first time being friends with someone?” friends? since when were you ever just friends with karina?

“no, it isn’t,” you swallow, “it’s my first time feeling this way for someone.”

“what?”

“do you know how many times i think about you in a day? it’s once, because i never stop. it hurts me every time i see you with someone else and i know i shouldn’t feel this way because while you reside in my mind, i have to hope that I cross yours once in a while to feel less pathetic of myself. do you know how that feels? to want to exist in someone’s thoughts. i feel happy just to know that you’re even acknowledging my presence. but you didn’t. you didn’t even care when i was there, so you shouldn’t care when i’m not,” the weight of unshed tears came pouring out. you let out a watery but hollow laugh. karina makes your heart ache, she makes you feel defeated and useless, she makes you feel angry and jealous.

“you make me feel that life is worth living for. that i went through all those torturous years just to meet you.”

karina, is life in itself.

“and i don’t think i’ll ever be able to find someone else that makes me feel this way. have you ever felt that way about someone?”

she stares at you, unblinking. she comes to terms with your words finally.

“i’m sorry,” she says.

“it’s fine,” you sniffle, wiping your tears.

“i’m sorry i hurt you.”

“of course you’ll hurt me. of course we’ll hurt each other, because this is the condition of living. and what’s not love, if not living for each other?”

“i didn’t know you felt that way about me.”

you sigh, “regret is a stupid thing. when you reject me, i would be better off knowing that we wouldn’t work out because you don’t like me, rather than me not telling you and wondering if we would ever work out. and you’re with that guy anyway.”

“who told you i would reject you? and who said i was with him?”

“oh.”

“i feel everything that you’ve just said, about you. and i’m upset that you were planning to just throw me away like that because of our inability to communicate.”

you laugh, more heartily this time, “i just didn’t want to be one of your conquests or whatever.”

“you’re more than one of my conquests. i wouldn’t dream of even letting you go. some people search their whole lives to find what i found in you. you can be assured that i won’t ever let you go.”

her sincere words draw red to your cheeks, warmth spreads from your neck to the tip of your ears. “you still like me,” you repeat, “even when i’m a jealous freak, have commitment issues and i care too much?”

“even with all those traits. if you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be the yn i like,” karina’s voice softens as does her touch. she takes your hand in hers, caressing the back of your hand with her palm.

“even if i don’t understand why you get angry and why you ignore me, i still like you. that’s what makes you, you. and love is all about understanding.”

you nod. all the crying has made you feel drowsy, and your fatigue is apparent, since karina smiles in amusement and says, “wash up and take a nap. i’ll be here.”

she’ll be here.

“thank you, jimin.”

karina, or rather, jimin, chuckles, “hurry up and shower. i hope you brought extra clothes since i’m going to change too.”

you quickly wash up and so does jimin. the two of you settle into the bed, your hands clutching at jimin for warmth and intimacy. you have her. the thought allows you to drift asleep, finally knowing that jimin’s heart beats the same for yours.

when the sun sets as you wake up from your nap, you can’t help but blurt out, “i adore you.”

jimin, pleasantly surprised, only giggles back.

“i adore you too, in ways words cannot express.”

maybe paris wasn’t the city of love. yours was milan.

🎙️ author’s note: this is probably one of my favourite fics i’ve written. most of my own personal values have been put into this fic. regret is a stupid thing, we only live once and we have no idea if we’ll ever get to live again. find people that makes life worth living for. happy birthday yu jimin, aespa’s stupid cheese cat 🤍

[erideights]

Little pieces here and there (2)

Pairing: Buggy x Fem!Reader (One Piece Live Action)

Chapters: one, three, four, five

Word Count: 2K

Warnings: Flirting, suggestive flirting, heavy pinning

A/N: GUYS THIS CHAPTER HAS ME ON THE FLOOR, I HOPE YOU ENJOY, THANKS FOR YOUR PATIENCE and if you like it let me know to start preparing part 3 ♡ (sorry for any grammatical mistake!)

"The One Piece will never be yours!" He shouted angrily, that -now- dwarf with a red nose, giant hands and feet, when he was defeated. Just like in a cartoon for kids.

"You're just a sad, lonely little boy wearing another man's hat!" She could not understand how it was possible that this intimidating, psychopathic, eccentric clown had turn around so quickly into this little thing that was so... dare she say pathetic, but she didn't wanna be too cruel to him.

The moment Luffy declared his intentions again, Buggy began to look around him, desperate for a way to escape, maybe one of his crew members who would miraculously come to the rescue, or an unexpected ally.  Like (Y/N).

"Wo wo wo wo, no no no no, wait wait!"

He opened his mouth and begged, probably to suggest some kind of pact, to promise (Y/N) a place among his crew like he did with Luffy before, but before he could say anything else, the rubber boy already threw him into the sky.

And that was the last time she thought she would see Buggy The Clown. Little did she know, she was wrong.

Oh, so wrong.

Let's say that the days to come were anything but calm. From the Kuro Incident™, at least they won Usopp's friendship and the Going Merry, one of the cutest ships she has ever seen, to be fair.

And then they arrived at the Baratie, where they met the oh, so attentive Sanji, Zoro was about to die, and Nami... Nami left with the fishmen. Although (Y/N) was on Luffy and Sanji's side when they claimed something bad was actually happening, because she wouldn't have chosen to leave with them just like that, without a hidden, ugly reason behind. Didn't fit in with the idea she had of the ginger.

"I know someone who knows where to find her," says her "captain" when they all discuss their next step.

"Hello boys!" Buggy's head coughs and exclaims in the most forced, sarcastic way possible. Imagine threatening to kill those people after kidnapping them less than a week ago, and now your life depends on them. Low blow, if someone asked her. "Sweetheart." He then smirked devilishly when he saw (Y/N) a little further back, resting her side on the kitchen counter. Surprised to see him and the way he calls her, she raises an eyebrow and gives a small, amused smile. "Hello Buggy."

"Arg, Doll! I'm so happy to see a beautiful face like yours around here." The clown shouts when (Y/N) comes out on deck after several hours organizing the pantries with Sanji. She looks at him out of the corner of her eye with a little smile on her lips when she leaves a snack for Usopp and goes towards the bow of the ship or, in fewer words = in the opposite direction to where her mere existence is spiritually needed. The clown is already tired of giving Usopp directions after all morning arguing where to go, so infatuated and hypnotized by the mysterious aura that surrounds the woman, he doesn’t give up, and his head floats in the direction of the girl, following her, resting right by her side as she sits on the ground, legs falling over the ship's railing and out to the sea.

"Pretty sure you didn't hear me back there" because the idea of someone ignoring him was unthinkable. A war crime. An insult to God itself. He was still Buggy The Clown, The Flashy Fool, even without his crew. Or his ship. Or his body. Fucking hell, what did he have left apart from the head? "I was saying I'm glad I'm not only surrounded by idiots. Having your beautiful face around here makes standing them much easier." He flirts, winking an eye, which (Y/N) doesn't fully get but finds kinda interesting. "We had a moment the other day, right? It wasn't just my imagination, I know it."

"Yeah, we totally had a moment" She agrees, clearly being sarcastic to everyone but him.  "You kidnapped us, you called me pretty, you searched me, I threatened you, you liked it..." she lists, lying her back on the deck, arms raised, own head resting on her hands, enjoying the breeze, the sun, and the smell of the salty water. 

"I loved it," he corrects her after emitting a little grunt of satisfaction, vividly remembering that scene. What would he not give to go back and enjoy it a little bit more before the rest of her crew ruined his entire day -week- so blatantly and unnecessarily over the top.

"You're welcome. Any time." She answers after an amused giggle, eyes closed.

"Don't tempt me."

"Now tell me," Buggy resumes the conversation after about 30 seconds of silence. He clearly doesn't know how to enjoy it. He is that type of person for whom silence not only makes him uncomfortable, but also terrifies him. Theatre kid. "What's a woman like you doing with a bunch of insufferable kids like them? I know they're trying to organize their boy band and go on adventures around the world, but you... you should look for someone more suitable to your needs, capable of giving you different stimuli. More mature." He adds in the end with a low, seductive tone of voice, shamelessly feeding on the image of the curve of her body now that she's not paying visual attention to him.

"Hmhm. Maybe I'll look for them." She answers nonchalantly, just because. She finds really entertaining this type of tug-flirting-war. Even if he's the only one that flirts and she just gives him opportunities to do so.

"You don't have to look too far." He was so cliché, how cute.

"You talk too much to be no more than a floating head."

"I could always put my tongue to better use." Snapping her eyes open, (Y/N) holds her breath for a second, taking in what she just heard = what he just offered. That would be, literally, giving head. In all the glorious sense of the expression. Raising both eyebrows, she turns her face on the ground to observe him, nibbling at her lower lip. She seems to consider it for a few seconds, because no, she cannot deny how interesting and, at the same time, weird, degenerate, the idea is. But before he has the opportunity to keep talking his way into convincing her, she breaks into a cruel smile and decides to cut his mood "You mean like guiding us to the Konomi islands instead of talking with me? You're right, you should get back to work."

He looks at her like he was just betrayed by his second in command, hoping she would agree by the expression on her face seconds ago, the way she looked at him and how she was biting her own lip in that tortuous way that pushed him to want -need- to do it by himself.

"Wait, no need to play difficult with me sweetheart, I--" But it's too late, (Y/N) is already standing, grabbing Buggy's head between her hands, and before he could add anything else, she winks at him, kiss one of his cheeks, screams at the top of his lungs "USOPP!! CATCH HIM!" and throws his head like she was playing volleyball, Usopp jumping to be able to reach him, both of them celebrating the pass like children, ignoring Buggy's complaints.

The third time he flirts -tries to- with her, she's back on the deck, helping Zoro and Sanji moving some things around. He begins to scream desperately, and knowing damn well that if no one pays attention to him he won't stop even if that means losing his voice, she approaches, hands on her hips, sighing as she looks at him like someone that is about to regret getting close to a crying, annoying child. "What's wrong with you?" she asks dryly, pressing her lips together. "Ah, my guardian angel. Could you do me the favor of scratching me behind my ear?" Oh. A waaay more harmless request than she expected. Of course, she relents, because she sees nothing wrong with this small favor; she’s quite the empathetic, and in his place she would surely prefer to jump headfirst -ba dum tss- into the sea rather than suffer that itch and not be able to scratch it. After granting his wish, just as she is about to leave, Buggy moves his head much faster than anyone would predict, to catch one of the girl's fingers in his mouth and suck and lick and nibble, in a… God, a sample of what he could do with his tongue somewhere else.

A shiver runs down (Y/N)'s spine, and it reaches a pleasurable end between her legs, causing her to press them together as she inhales deeply.

"Wanna see what else I can do?" He whispers as he releases her. She can hear him over the crash of the waves against the hull of the boat, eyes fixed on his face, will to complain nowhere to be seen. Bold, not in a hundred years she would have expected that. And for a moment, she is tempted. That has been undeniably attractive. And it had a really strong effect on her. "I would gladly show you if you let me, you just have to ask, sugar lips. I bet it's been a damn long time you don't treat yourself--"

"(Y/N)!!" Zoro calls her, instantly exploding the bubble between Buggy and her.

She sighs in relief because only God knows she was close to give up. Then swallows, shakes her head exaggeratedly to shake herself out of his spell, and, licking her lips, gives the clown a mischievous smile, recomposing herself. "Nice try"

"Stop trying to deny the obvious" He tried again for the... 5th time? She /really/ lost count during their journey. Appearing from nowhere, he startled her in the process. He was now in a shelf of the kitchen, at the same height as the girl's face. "The chemistry between us is unbearable, you can see it from miles away." Jumping to approach the edge of the shelf, his eyes look her up and down. "Turns me on how you play hard to get because I don't like easy things either, so I respect your game," he nods, raising an eyebrow "But come on... I know you like me. I've seen how you look at me or bite your lip when I flirt with you, you have nothing to be ashamed of."

This whole thing was really trying her patience. Not because she wanted to fuck him off, but because she knows that all that flirting would end with her giving in and doing something she certainly shouldn't. As of for now, he had gotten her to vaguely consider it, and she had to admit, she was growing some kind of attraction slash fondness slash crush for him, but it wasn't enough to fall to her knees.

He wanted war, tho? He would have it.

"You're right, I like you, but you know, I like my men body and all, capable of grabbing me by the hips and pushing me on theirs, to fuck me and make me scream their name until I lose my voice. To make it difficult for me to walk straight the day after." she whispers, approaching him slowly until they share the same air, her nose touching his red one. (Y/N) closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as her tongue caresses her own lips, almost touching the clown’s ones too. Yes, she likes him, she has some sort of twisted soft spot for men who ranged from intimidating psychopath to the most pathetic human being depending on the day, and Buggy was the perfect example for that. "And you..." she tilts her head to the side, attempting to close the distance between each other and kiss him, but at the last second she withdraws, leaving the poor clown with his eyes closed, waiting for the touch of her dreamy lips. "Unfortunately you're just a head."

"Try again when you get your whole body back!"

[lila-lou]

✨Played - 2/5✨

Summary: You’re an aspiring actress stuck in dead-end roles, desperate for a break. Then you meet Jensen. Kind, connected and smitten Jensen. You don’t love him, but you pretend to. Until pretending turns real.

-requested-

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, IMMORAL ffs

Word Count: 3402

A/N: English isn’t my first language, please be lenient. DISCLAIMER: Everything is purely fiction. I do not intend to attack or hurt anyone. The story is, of course, entirely made up and meant for entertainment purposes. I love them all.

It wasn’t until a week later, on set, under the hot lights and in front of half a dozen crew members growing more impatient by the second, that Jensen finally snapped out of it.

Kind of.

“Cut!”, the director called again, a frustrated sigh trailing the word.

Jensen exhaled, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. He could hear the quiet shuffle of people resetting, murmurs just out of earshot. The usual rhythm of a scene gone wrong. Again.

Beside him, Jared nudged him with an elbow, not even trying to hide the smirk curling at his mouth. “Alright, man”, he said low enough not to get picked up by anyone but Jensen. “Wanna tell me why the hell you’re butchering your lines like you’ve never read a script before?”.

Jensen gave him a flat look, but Jared just grinned wider, knowing he had him.

“Seriously”, Jared added. “You’re usually locked in by now. First week, yeah, but come on. Season sixteen, baby! We’re supposed to be cruising”.

Jensen sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, his short, cleaned-up hair catching a bit of sweat under the hot studio lights. They’d shaved the beard down, cleaned up the scruff, and even dyed a little of the silver out of his hair. Not all, though. The consensus was to let Dean age a bit. Wiser. Weathered. Still dangerous.

He looked in the mirror earlier that morning and didn’t quite see Dean anymore, but an older version, tired in a new way. The kind of tired that had nothing to do with monsters and everything to do with life creeping in.

“I’m just off”, Jensen muttered finally.

Jared’s eyes narrowed. “Off or distracted?”.

He didn’t answer right away.

Jared blinked, then tilted his head. “Wait. Is this about that girl?”. Jensen didn’t answer, which was answer enough.

Jared leaned back in his chair, arms crossed and a smug look slowly spreading across his face. “I knew it”, he said, dragging the words out like he was savoring them. “It is about that girl from the party”.

Jensen sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “We barely even talked”.

Jared grinned like a man who’d just been handed the world’s juiciest piece of gossip. He leaned in, voice low and mocking in that little-brother kind of way only Jared could pull off.

“Barely even talked, he says”, Jared repeated, mimicking Jensen’s tone with an exaggerated eye roll. “You’ve been walking around like a guy who just watched his soulmate hop on a plane to Mars and forgot to get her number”.

“Shut up”, Jensen muttered, but there was no real heat behind it.

“Oh no, no. We are not shutting up. You came back into that party with that whole dazed ‘what just happened?’ vibe, like some teenager who got his first kiss under the bleachers”.

Jensen groaned and leaned back in his chair, staring up at the soundstage lights like maybe they’d fry him where he sat. “Geeez, Jared”.

“What? I’m invested now. You’ve had flings. Hookups. Fans throwing themselves at you for the past two decades. But this one? Random rooftop mystery girl tells you you’re too old and suddenly you forget how to say ‘driver picks the music’?”.

Jensen dropped his head back with a thud against the wall behind him. “It wasn’t just that, man. She didn’t care who I was. She looked at me like… like I wasn’t special. And somehow, that made her interesting”.

Jared blinked. Then cracked up again. “You are so far gone”.

“Am not”.

“You are. And you love it”.

Jensen rolled his eyes but didn’t argue, which only made Jared grin wider. “So what, that’s it? You gonna let her walk off into the Canadian night forever? No name? No number? No dramatic chase through the airport?”.

“She said no”.

“Yeah, but did she mean it?”, Jared asked. “C’mon. Girls say that when they’re overwhelmed. Or—hear me out—when they don’t realize they’re talking to Dean-freakin’-Winchester in the flesh”.

Jensen narrowed his eyes. “You think I should tell her who I am?”.

Jared shrugged. “I think you should find out who she is first. Then maybe… I don’t know, talk to her like a person. Which you already did. And clearly liked”.

Jensen sighed again, rubbing the back of his neck.

By the time Friday rolled around, Jensen had finally gotten through a full take without fumbling a single line, though Jared had made damn sure to give him a standing ovation and sarcastic golf clap behind the camera when he did. Still, things felt… lighter. Not better, exactly. But a little less tangled.

And then came the text.

Jared: Yo. Alex and Misha are in. Tomorrow night. Drinks, darts and tacos. Maybe even karaoke if you get drunk enough. Also, Alex’s girl’s coming. She might bring her roommate.

Jensen stared at the message for a long second, thumb hovering just above the screen. He didn’t need clarification. He knew exactly what the hell his best friend was up to.

“Son of a—”, he muttered under his breath, but he couldn’t help the slight grin that pulled at the corner of his mouth. It was bold. Sneaky. Classic Jared.

Still… the idea settled into his chest and sat there, stubborn as hell. You.

The way you hadn’t tried to impress him. Hadn’t fawned, flirted, or fluttered your lashes like most people did. You weren’t trying to get anything. If anything, you seemed like the type who would rather disappear into the wall than ask for a selfie. That rooftop talk had stuck with him in a way that no brief conversation had in years.

You’d been sharp. Funny. Honest.

And yeah, maybe you were twenty-one. Maybe he was forty-seven and divorced and playing a character he'd technically already ended once. But when he thought about you, sitting there with your knees pulled up and wind in your hair, eyes scanning casting calls like they were lifelines, he didn’t see some kid. He saw someone fighting for something. Someone who didn’t realize she’d already kind of knocked him sideways.

He tossed his phone onto the table, rubbing the back of his neck again. “Damn it, Jared”, he muttered. “You might’ve actually done something smart for once”.

Saturday came faster than expected and with it, a kind of low-key anticipation Jensen hadn’t felt in years.

The bar was tucked just off a side street, warm light spilling from the windows like a promise. Inside, it was cozy. Brick walls, amber lights, worn leather booths. Not too loud, not too crowded. The kind of place that didn’t try too hard to be cool. Which, ironically, made it cool.

He spotted Jared first, over near the dartboards, arguing dramatically with Misha over who had better aim. Alex was perched nearby with his arm slung around Lila, both of them mid-laugh, sharing a giant plate of loaded nachos. Everyone looked relaxed. At home.

And then he saw you.

You were standing near the pool table, cue in hand, casually lining up a shot like you’d done it a thousand times, unbothered, focused, the very definition of “in your zone”.

And, yeah, okay, the skirt. Short. Tight. Black leather. Paired with a loose vintage band tee knotted at the waist and boots that looked like you could kick someone’s heart out with them. Your hair was wild in a way that looked effortless, and your makeup was just enough to draw attention without trying. You looked dangerous.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to buy you a drink or apologize to every man in the bar for staring.

You hadn’t noticed him yet.

He stayed back a second, watching the way you laughed when Lila leaned in to say something. That same sharp spark was still there in your smile, like you were always holding a comeback in your back pocket, just in case the world got cocky.

Jared wandered over, holding two beers. “Told you she’d come”. Jensen took the bottle without looking at him. “You’re the devil”.

“Eh”, Jared shrugged. “I prefer matchmaker”.

“You would”.

Jared grinned wide, nudging him toward the table. “Go say hi, old man”.

Jensen took a breath. Rolled his shoulders back. Adjusted the cuffs of his shirt like it somehow made a difference, like it gave him more time to think. And then he started forward, heart doing that stupid thing it hadn’t done in a long time, that quiet skip that reminded him he was a little too invested in someone he technically barely knew.

But just as he stepped forward, there he was.

Some guy. Late twenties, maybe early thirties if you stretched it, but still young enough to be cocky without consequences. He was tall, gym-fit in a generic way, with the kind of jawline that looked engineered for dating apps. Wearing a tight black shirt and holding a drink that cost way too much for what it actually was.

He slid up beside you, leaning just enough into your space to make his intentions clear without touching you. You glanced over at him, casually, a flicker of polite disinterest in your eyes that Jensen picked up on instantly.

Still, the guy was talking, smirking like he already assumed you’d say yes to whatever nonsense he was about to offer.

Jensen stopped a few steps short of the table, jaw tightening just slightly. This wasn’t his scene. He didn’t chase. Never had to. But this wasn’t about ego. Or competition. It was about that damn rooftop. About the laugh you gave him when you told him he was too old, like you knew exactly what effect it would have and maybe didn’t care.

And now this Ken Doll with a fade was standing in front of you like he had a shot.

Jensen tilted his head, watching closely, trying to read your body language. You weren’t uncomfortable… yet. But you weren’t leaning in either. You hadn’t stepped away, but you sure as hell weren’t flirting back. Still, he gave it a beat. If you needed an out—he’d give it. If you didn’t? Well, maybe you were just here for pool and tacos.

Jensen took a slow sip of his beer, eyes still on you, pulse a little steadier now. He could wait. For now.

Just as the guy—Kyle, apparently, because of course his name was Kyle—leaned a little closer and made some lazy comment about how “girls who play pool are always dangerous”, you resisted the urge to roll your eyes right in his face.

You gave him a practiced, polite smile. Not encouraging, not rude. The kind of look that said I’m not interested without having to spell it out in neon letters. But, predictably, he didn’t pick up on it.

That’s when Misha swooped in from the dartboard area, dramatically flinging his hands in the air like a Shakespearean ghost. “Unbelievable! No one wants to play darts with me. This is betrayal on the highest level”.

Lila, hearing the commotion, pulled away from Alex with a giggle and turned toward you. “Screw darts. We’re playing pool”, she declared, already grabbing Alex’s hand and dragging him toward the table like a woman on a mission. Jared followed in their wake, looking far too pleased with himself.

.Kyle puffed up beside you, seemingly undeterred by the sudden influx of people. “Looks like it’s game time”, he said. “Or—and hear me out—maybe you and I ditch the pool crowd and grab a drink instead? Just the two of us. Somewhere a little quieter”.

You slowly straightened, cue still in hand, and gave him a look that was almost amused. “Tempting”, you said dryly, “but I’ll pass”.

He blinked, like he wasn’t used to hearing that particular word.

You tilted your head, voice still polite, still cool. “I’m here to play pool. With my friends”.

Kyle didn’t take the hint as well as you’d hoped. He chuckled, clearly trying to save face. “Alright, alright. Maybe later, then?”, he added with a wink so painfully slow it might’ve belonged in a bad soap opera.

You didn’t even respond this time. Just turned back toward the table, lining up another shot. Behind you, Jared gave a low whistle, shaking his head as he leaned toward Jensen. “Man’s digging his own grave and handing her the shovel”.

Jensen took a sip of his beer, still watching you. “She swings that thing like she knows where to bury the body, too”.

You didn’t notice him until he was suddenly just there. Jensen, stepping up beside you like he belonged there the whole time. His presence was subtle, steady, but impossible to ignore. Close enough that you could feel the quiet heat radiating off of him, smell the faint hint of whiskey and whatever cologne he wore that managed to be both expensive and understated.

He didn’t say anything right away. Just gave you a small, crooked smile as Misha bent over the table, dramatically lining up the balls like it was a tournament final. Jared stood beside him, passionately arguing about whether stripes or solids had better odds like it was a matter of life and death.

You turned slightly, leaning your hip against the edge of the table, cue in hand, brow arched as you looked Jensen up and down. “Let me guess”, you said, a slow grin pulling at your lips, “you want to team up with me against the lovebirds?”.

He raised an eyebrow. “Which lovebirds?”.

You tipped your chin toward the two grown men standing at the opposite end of the table, now locked in what appeared to be a heated debate about which chalk color gave better luck. Jared was gesturing wildly with his cue while Misha stood with his arms crossed, nodding sagely like some kind of eccentric philosopher of bar games.

“Those lovebirds”, you said, smirking. “Clearly”.

Jensen glanced over at the chaos, then back at you, his mouth tugging into that slow, crooked grin again. The one that looked a little too good on someone who claimed to be just here for a quiet night.

You took your time chalking the cue, tossing a glance over your shoulder. “So”, you said, voice light, teasing, “you up for this? Or should I call someone under forty?”.

He choked on a laugh, shaking his head as he looked at you, equal parts amused and impressed. “Wow. Brutal”.

You shrugged, cue balanced effortlessly in your hand. “Just checking. You might be all charm and whiskey, but pool’s a young person’s game”.

He stepped in closer, just enough to close the distance without touching. His eyes found yours, sharp and glinting. “I’ll have you know”, he said low, “I was hustling bar tables before you were probably even out of grade school”.

You tilted your head, letting your gaze drop just slightly before flicking back up with a grin. “Is that supposed to turn me on or scare me?”.

“Little of both”, he murmured, voice like velvet wrapped in something dangerous.

You snorted and turned back to the table before he could see the heat that bloomed under your skin. “Alright then, Grandpa. Let’s see if you’ve still got it”.

He watched as you leaned over to take your shot, that leather skirt riding up just a little, boots planted like you’d owned this bar since birth.

Jensen cleared his throat and looked away, grinning like a man very much in trouble.

The night stretched long and easy, soaked in laughter, clinking glasses, and the quiet crack of pool balls echoing through the cozy hum of the bar. Jensen had been… perfectly charming, of course.

He bought your drinks without making a show of it. Kept the compliments soft and spaced, the kind that made you smile instead of roll your eyes. He never stood too close, never interrupted, always let you have the punchline.

But it didn’t change anything.

You were still twenty-one. Still broke, still chasing casting calls like they were air, still not interested in adding a forty-seven-year-old heartthrob to your list of complications, no matter how damn nice he was. No matter how real he seemed when the two of you weren’t pretending to be anything but strangers in borrowed time.

The group began to thin out. Jared made some dramatic excuse about early call times, dragging Misha out with him in the same breath. Lila and Alex vanished somewhere between the booth and the door, and now it was just you and Jensen, walking out into the cool night air side by side.

He held the door for you, because of course he did. You stepped out, tugging your jacket tighter around yourself as the chill hit your bare legs.

Jensen didn’t speak right away. Just looked out at the quiet street like he was giving the moment a little room to breathe. Then he glanced over at you, that same gentle expression on his face, hopeful, but grounded.

“So”, he said, scratching the back of his neck, “any chance you’d reconsider that drink sometime? Just… you and me?”.

You smiled, soft but steady. “Still no”.

He nodded slowly, no sting in it, at least not on the surface. “Figured I’d ask”.

“And I figured I’d say no again”.

His laugh was quiet, a little self-deprecating. “You’re consistent, I’ll give you that”.

You looked up at him, eyes softer than your words. “You’re a good guy, Jensen. Like… actually good. I think you’ve probably had people chasing you your whole life”.

He shrugged lightly. “Not always the ones I wanted”.

“Still”, you said, shifting your weight, “I’m not one of them”.

There was a pause. Not awkward, just final. Jensen looked at you for a long beat, like maybe he was memorizing the way your eyes looked under the streetlight. Then he gave a quiet smile and stepped back. “No hard feelings”.

“Good”, you said. “Because I like you. I just don’t like-like you”.

He laughed again, tipping an invisible hat. “Fair enough”.

And with that, you both turned, walking in separate directions under the glow of the streetlamps, the night stretching out between you like the space in a story that might never be finished.

Two weeks.

Fourteen days of “thanks but no thanks”, “not the right fit”, and the always classic “we’ve decided to move in a different direction”. You could recite rejection emails like a monologue now. Hell, maybe you should add it to your reel. The only consistent gig you had lately was doubting yourself.

You tried not to let it show. You smiled when Lila talked about Alex, let her blast music while she painted at 2AM, let her drag you to overpriced coffee shops where she swore inspiration lived in the foam art.

But inside? You were tired. Tired of trying, of hoping, of walking into rooms where you gave everything only to walk out with nothing but another no.

You’d stopped checking your inbox first thing in the morning.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Jensen sat in his trailer, flipping through pages he’d already memorized. His lines were sharp. His delivery was solid again. But his head? Still… not clear.

He hadn’t seen you since that night. Hadn’t expected to. But you lingered. In between takes. In his trailer. In the middle of the night when he should’ve been sleeping but instead found himself wondering if maybe he should have said more.

Maybe he’d played it too cool. Maybe no wasn’t as final as it had sounded. But he wasn’t the chasing type. And you didn’t want to be chased. So the days passed. Quiet and parallel.

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A/N: Please let me know what you think.🥰 

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Fire and Smoke: Part 2

Fandom: The Pitt

Word count: 1,490

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You were discharged from the ED after four days on oxygen with detailed instructions to assist your recovery. You followed it to the letter, determined to keep things moving and get back to work. 

Every few days, at least one member of the fire department came to see you. It wasn’t just your own crew, but a dozen others who’d worked with you over the years. It was exhausting, if you were completely honest. There were so many people moving in and out of your little apartment, dropping off food you couldn’t tell them would not be eaten by you or offering advice you had no interest in hearing. 

You just sat through it all, practicing your breathing and keeping yourself ready to go back to work. You kept a go bag by the door, packaged all your leftovers for easy access; at a moment’s notice, you could get back into the swing of things. 

The nightmares hadn’t stopped though. Every single time you tried to go to sleep, the flames and screaming returned. You were trapped in an endless maze, you were fighting off attackers, your mask was out of air and suffocating you. 

When you finally got a return-to-work form from your battalion chief, you went to the hospital as quickly as possible. You ended up in the ED waiting room, you knee shaking nonstop, gripping the form that would spell your freedom. Once a nurse called your name, you were led to the back and sat in a chair in one of the exam rooms. 

“Hello, Y/N. I’m Dr. Lawrence, I’ll be your physician today.”

“Just Dex is fine, everyone calls me Dex.”

She nodded and made a note in your chart before looking a little closer. 

“So, it looks like you’re here for a follow up after being admitted a few weeks ago.”

“Correct. I’m a lieutenant with the Pittsburgh Bureau of Fire. My gear had an issue and I was admitted for smoke inhalation. I just need my paperwork signed so I can get back to it. I’ve had more than enough time off my feet.”

Lawrence brushed a stray bit of hair from her face and settled in on her stool. 

“Do you mind if we talk a little about it? I’d love to get you back to work, but we want to be thorough. I don’t need to tell you how serious lung damage can be.”

You had figured this was coming. Everyone wanted you to take things slow. But you’d done that and now you were better. 

“Uh, sure. What do you want to know?”

“Let’s start with your breathing.”

She ran you through a laundry list of tests and exercises to gauge your lung capacity and health. You answered all her questions about your habits, your environment, your diet. Then she touched a nerve. 

“And how are you sleeping?”

“Hm?”

“Your sleep? Your incident was more than a simple malfunction in your gear. In your chart, it says you were also assaulted?”

Your eyes locked onto your hands. 

“I, uh…”

“I only ask so we can get this form signed and get you back to work. I don’t need details, I just need to know if you’re getting better. How has your sleep been?”

You shut your eyes tight, trying to force away the overhead lights. A part of you was dimly aware that your hands were shaking. 

“It’s been fine.”

Your tone was firm, your voice clipped. 

Dr. Lawrence clearly didn’t buy it. But she took a beat, waited for your expression to ease just a bit. 

“Your scratches look pretty much healed. How do those feel?”

You nodded, just barely. The words hardly reached your ears. 

“Is it alright if I touch your face, just to get a better look?”

Another slight nod. 

Her hands were gentle and slow, raising your face and turning your head from  side to side. Her fingers felt cool over the edges of the scratches you’d received. It was a relief to your burning skin. 

“Alright. I just have to check on something, but I’ll be right back. Are you okay waiting here while I do that?”

“Yes.”

Once she was gone, your shaking worsened. The flames raced back in, suffocating you. You lost conscious feeling of your limbs, legs dead weight, hands prickling. Your eyes were shut tight again, but the light never stopped, the heat never lessened. 

Air escaped you, your lungs were being crushed. You’d never escaped the fire at all, it had you now and it knew no mercy.

After what felt like an eternity, the world came back to you piece by piece. 

The flames slowly subsided. 

Your vision began to clear, though you were aware there were tears in your eyes again.

Your body was still there, but not exactly as you remembered it. You’d been moved to lay back in the chair, with a cool cloth over your forehead. 

Dr. Lawrence was there with you, along with a face you hadn’t expected to see again. 

“...Dr. Robby…?”

“Hey, Dex. Just take deep breaths for me, okay?”

You attempted a nod and pressed your hands to your chest, putting all your focus into breathing. It made you cough and wheeze, your lungs aching with the effort. At least you could feel everything again. 

Robby looked over the paperwork you’d brought with you. 

“Dex. You’re trying to go back to work?”

You managed a nod this time. 

“I’m ready.”

Lawrence watched the dumbfounded look on her attending’s face. He’d seen plenty in his career, she knew that. But you were showing a complete disregard for your safety and health here. 

“Dr. Lawrence, why don’t you take care of the next patient, I’ve got Dex here.”

You looked so… fragile. Sitting in that chair, your arms wrapped around yourself, your eyes trained on your shoes. Robby was a good doctor, maybe he’d get through to you. 

“Okay.”

Once she was gone, Robby fixed you with a hard look. 

“Dex. What are you doing?”

“Going back to work.”

He shook his head and ran a hand down his face. 

“You know what I’m asking. Why are you pushing yourself so hard here?”

You counted to ten, then back to one before responding. 

“I have a job to do.”

“Not anymore.”

Your eyes snapped up to his. 

“I’m going back. If I’m not better today, then I’ll be better soon.”

“I’m sorry to tell you this Dex, but I’m not signing off on this paperwork, and neither is Lawrence. You aren’t in any condition to go running back into fires.”

“But I will be. I’ll get better.”

Robby took a moment to consider how to explain this to you. It was clear how much your job meant to you and he didn’t want to take that away. You weren’t going to go back though. Your breathing was still too rough and the damage you’d sustained was enough to get you removed from your crew. Not to mention the panic attack you’d just had, which nearly triggered an asthma attack. 

He took it step by step. You nodded along with a blank expression as he explained the potential of an asthma attack and how to treat it if one hit. You took the rescue inhaler he offered. He showed you the test results showing your oxygen levels and your scar tissue. Your stoicism broke when he settled on the point that your future had to change. 

“What?”

“You can’t go back to work for the Bureau. As your doctor, I can’t sign off on this paperwork. I can’t recommend that you go out on any more calls.”

Your gaze hardened. 

“Yes I can. I have an inhaler, fine. I won’t have any more panic attacks. I won’t let my gear get broken again. I can keep working.”

“Not as a firefighter, you can’t. I’m sorry, Dex.”

The rational core of your brain knew he was right. The emotional train just ran straight through that conclusion without stopping. 

“Fuck that. I’m a good lieutenant and I can do my job.”

“No one is trying to say you aren’t a good lieutenant. But with your physical and mental health being what they are-”

“Oh, my mental health. Please.” You stood, your knees still feeling weak. “My mental health is fine. If you won’t sign my paperwork, I’ll just go to a doctor who will.”

“No one will, Dex.”

You glared at him and took the papers back from him. 

“Fuck you.”

You abandoned the hospital without another word. You didn’t look back, didn’t catch Robby’s long suffering sigh. 

He ran his hands through his hair and cleaned up the exam room. Lawrence asked about you later, but received no good news. She assured him he’d done everything right, not that it helped. He just hoped you’d see what kind of danger you were trying to put yourself in before you got hurt any worse. 

[shalfeis]

I really like your hsr character as a cat can you do the other way around?

Like reader as their cat 👀?

cat!reader x astral express

possible ooc

The Astral Express often travels to a variety of places and planets, and it's no secret that the crew finds interesting curiosities, things, and so on from time to time. Or the residents themselves bring unusual items as a thank you.

Actually, this time you and the other crew members helped one merchant, and he showered you with thanks and gave you a whole box of various cool things.

Some were very ordinary and nondescript, others were a little more interesting. But what caught your attention the most was an amulet with a blue gemstone. Surprisingly, it perfectly matched your image, as if it was originally made especially for you.

You calmly walked with him all day and at some point began to feel strange. The last thing you remember is going to your room. You woke up on the floor, fumbling with your paws and meowing, instead of talking normally.

What happened next?

March 7 was the first to discover that you were missing. Although, like, she was just walking towards you, as you had agreed to spend the night, and found you. At first she didn't understand where the cat was coming from on board the train, but from your desperate attempts to explain and reactions, she guessed what was what.

She thinks you're charming. She didn't stop chirping about how cute you were and took a whole bunch of photos non-stop. You're afraid that the camera might run out of memory. And when she heard you meowing and purring softly from her caresses, that's it, March grabbed the blow. It's too charming.

Caelus didn't help either. He flew into March's room, saying something about trash and a recently released game along the way, and fell silent when he saw you. After a moment of hesitation, he joined March. Caelus wouldn't be Caelus if he didn't tease you and act like you're really a cat instead of a human in a cat's body.

Of course, it was fun with these two, but this situation started to bother you. I would like to get my original body back. But you couldn't not take advantage of your situation. So while March and Caelus were distracted by an argument about some nonsense, you slipped through the door and headed for the only sane person on the express.

To whom? That's right, to Dan Heng. Since Himeko and Welt were away because they were away on business, you could only count on him.

You prayed to find him in the archive, and fortunately, the eons heard you. He was sorting through the data when you snuck into his room. You gently touched his hand, and he was surprised to find a cat in his room.

- Hmm? Hmm, I don't remember that we took animals on an express train - Dany picked you up and began to examine you.

It didn't take him long to put two and two together and realize that you were in front of him.

Before he could come up with a plan of action, Caelus and March 7 came to him with a very guilty look, crying that they had lost you. However, they quickly calmed down when they saw you in Dan Heng's arms.

- Y/n, that's not fair! We almost had a heart attack! - Caelus looked offended and relieved at the same time.

- Exactly! You need to warn us before you go anywhere in this state! - March was indignant, although she gradually calmed down that you were okay.

You, as is typical of a cat, turned away from them, wagging your tail. I also made myself more comfortable at Dan Heng's. The three of you started a playful altercation, which caused the archivist to smile slightly. He was definitely enjoying this situation.

After calming down, they began to discuss what to do. Having made the most reasonable decision, Dan Heng contacted that merchant and began to ask about this amulet. As it turned out, he did not think that there was still energy in the amulet, so he gave it as a gift. Fortunately, the amulet's effect doesn't last longer than a day, so all you have to do is wait.

Although, sitting back and doing nothing is too boring, isn't it? That's what you thought, and you decided to have a pajama party in Dan Heng's room (not that he was against it). After a few hours, you were completely exhausted and fell asleep.

Upon returning to the train, Himeko and Welt found the four of you sleeping with your arms around each other. They giggled and decided not to wake you up, quietly going to another place to discuss a recent trip.

a/n: I thought it would be a bit boring to write as reader is a cat of the characters, as I did before, only the other way around, so this came out.

[mysticpearl]

hiii!! could i request a brant x captain reader :00 u can decide on what the plot would be!! i js want to see what captain x captain dynamic (hypothetically LMAOOO) theyd have HAHAHAH THANK U SMMMM also idk if u do nsfw but if u do then u could also do that!! again up to uuuu 🙏🙏 coukd be nsfw, sfw, romantic, plat ir anything as long as youre comfy w it!! thank uuu !! <3

༉‧₊˚. AYE AYE, CAPTAIN!

𝖸𝗈𝗎, 𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖿𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖡𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗍, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖳𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗉𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖥𝗈𝗈𝗅𝗌. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗈��𝗍, 𝖿𝗂𝗋𝗌𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗎𝗇?

✧ 𝖧𝖾𝗒𝗒𝗒𝗒 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗅 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾!! 𝖨 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖨 𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝖺 𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗅. 𝖠𝗇𝗒𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝖻𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗉𝗈 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗅

𝖭𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌! 𝖯𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿 :)

TO BE HONEST, WHEN BRANT FIRST SAW YOUR SHIP, DOCKED IN THE CITY OF RAGUNNA, HE WAS INTRIGUED. His first instinct was to figure out who owned such a fleet- one that was large, had many crew members, and had been able to catch his and his crew members eye.

And so figure out who owned such a large, pretty ship was his main mission of the day. He tried to find someone who was wearing the ships colors first. He figured that maybe, considering he himself had made this a thing, they’d try to match their ship. But he was wrong, because nobody turned up after many minutes of silent searches and dramatics when nothing came up.

Poor Roccia. She was the one who had to deal with his ramblings after he searched everywhere and still couldn’t find this person.

But, that was until he did find who he was looking for.

The aura you pulled was just too much to not notice. He knew it was you from a mile radius, based on the way your crew responded to your every word and, especially, just how rugged you looked. Your every step was calculated, and Brant definitely didn’t go unseen in your line of vision.

He thought you were absolutely fascinating. You thought he was oddly interesting. You spoke with him for a while, giving introductions before he offered to treat you to dinner at Trattoria Margherita. Thankfully for him and his crews sake (they would never. Ever hear the end of it) you accepted, and you got to know each other a little better.

Brant fell for you very quickly, as you did for him. You thought that he was a total weirdo at first, not worth of any of your time and that he was just odd all in itself. But as time passed, you looked at him as a friend, as someone you could trust. So, you showed him your fleet, as he did aswell.

The first to notice that he was in love was Roccia. She knew right off the bat. The way Brant tried to keep you where you were for just a little longer, not to say goodbye so soon, and sometimes something that should be as simple as a “see you soon!” Turned into a whole 15 minute ordeal that made the whole troupe impatient. But, they all knew as well. Roccia was just the first to ask him about it.

“Oh, Roccia, my wonderful first mate, whatever shall I do? What if they don’t reciprocate my feelings? Goodness, this is a tragedy!” Brant had said as soon as he figured out he had feelings, dramatically flopping down on the couch with the back of his hand on his forehead.

Roccia could only sigh. She sure would have to have a chatter with you in the next couple days…

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So chatter with you she did. She kinda just bluntly told you that Brant has a little (not so little…) crush on you and that she was sick and tired of hearing him complain. You told her you liked him too and that he was a great guy. So off back to Brant she went. Project matchmaker was half complete!

Once things are solidified between the two of you, things get a little bit complicated. You both are at sea all the time, how would you ever see each other? Well, thankfully his crew gets along pretty well with yours, so you just kinda use each others ships every so often and go on the others route.

Some of your crew joined the troupe of fools, and Brant even tried talking you into it. Or, at least, to be in one of his shows. You agreed to the show thing, but giving up your status as a captain isn’t really what you want to do, and he understands your concerns better than anybody.

With more people on the troupe of fools and with you on his ship, life couldn’t be better. It was mostly his ship you all were on, considering the color and the fact that there was a hideout that you could camp out at for a while if you didn’t want to be at the sea. You eventually chose to give up your ship, moving everyone to Brant’s fleet and him making more space in the Fools Elysium for you and your crew!

And, the more the merrier is Brant’s whole motto. He’s delighted to take your crew and yourself in! Roccia made some new friends, and they all get along really well. You’ve made a friend out of Tina, and he’s been speaking with some of the men from your crew. Or well, now, both of your crew.

At the end of the day, he’s happy, you’re happy, and you have a great support system behind the both of you. Gosh, he just bought a ring that he’s got in his pocket everyday, but he’s waiting to slip it onto your finger at the perfect time.